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there's someone who makes niche cute Abby merch and i want ittt but there's no update on a restock nothing </3 their art acc is dead
The struggles of wanting merch for a niche character, i am begging you to take my money pleaseeee :( Like do i contact them... again? They're only active on their personal but i don't wanna bring art business on a personal acc. But at the same time i can't reach them on their art acc help
The way 30% of posts recently treat Abby like a man makes me not even wanna bother anymore
Like what are we even doing atp, women can't be masc, butch and now even tomboy anymore ANGELS ARE LOSING THEIR WINGS PEOPLE
Hate it here
Abby playlist coming out sometime next week! Just gotta add a few more songs and space them out so it's not one chunk of text and assmble the yt playlist, In the meantime... thinking of renfaire!Abby.... yummy Can you imagine Jerry, the goofy guy who'd bring baby abby to faires? And then she grows up and continues doing them and the whole salt lake crew goes to them anually? Somebody get on that i'm too lazy Bonus point of x reader fic where they meet at a faire
Autism going crazy for this playlist and this is probably only half mhmmmmm oh abby how i wish u were real, she is my muse
M'kay so i have maladaptive daydreaming, and i think very vividly about characters and things i'm connected to in general, so i'm cooking up a playlist so to say of everything that reminds me of Abby, specific scenes, some side character etc. Yipee We need more Abby playlists, specifically not spotify cuz i don't have so i'm taking it into my own hands, maybe even providing a yt playlist? Spoilers, it's mostly angsty
Okay i don't rlly talk abt the HBO show on my blog much cause uh.... y'know not my monkeys not my circus. But, just saw this on twt. Lev's actress is taller than Kaitlyn Dever, Lev will be taller than Abby if they don't find a way to enhance Kaitlyn height (wich i doubt they'll do) 1. who keeps funding this show cause my question is who's watching it, 2. out of wich hole did Craig crawl out of and can he not just go back in?
whatever bro
WIP left abandoned, unsure wether to continue
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Underneath the silver moon;Abby x Seraphite!reader
CW;Abbey- mitski
Sypnosis; (wip) abby finds a scar on her patrol, idfk‘’insert poetry or text here’
…Those were the last words her blue orbs were able to skim across before her peace was interrupted. And of course there he stood, Manny. With his big signature grin and raised brows. She was needed as per usual, and he didn’t bother to hide it knowing beating around the bush would egg on her annoyance further.
‘’We’re being called up, ambush west of the TV station, Isaac wants us out there right away.’’
Abby stiffened, everything about her face becoming resolute. But before she can imagine the absolute worst outcome, a whole dead troop, he reads her every micro expression and quickly mutters out his next words.
‘’no casualties.’’
That alone got her jaw a little looser, already aching from how it tensed.
‘’M’kay… i gotta-’’
“already grabbed it’’
He states proudly, tossing her beloved backpack to where she caught it, ready to set out but not before double checking everything was inside. Damn worry wart.
‘’Abs’’
‘’Don’t.’’
She whispered out, not wanting to hear the whole ‘relax’ lecture again. Something he made sure to lay on thick these last few months, much as her fellow soldiers. Always an awkward pat on the back, telling her to ‘rest up’, ‘take it easy’ or even ‘simmer down’. That just pissed her off. Specifically being under Isaac’s radar didn’t allow that. Rest was a privilege, a luxury, not a soldier’s right. Wether 1 hour of sleep or 10 you were sent out in the cold muddy terrain, expected to do your job. That’s the one thing he asked, do what he said and he provided. Who was she to argue with that?
The old engine roared to life as her troop settled into the truck’s boot, all squeezed together like sardines in a tin. Rifles and shotgun clinking together under each bump of the road. Seattle’s terrain grew worse by the day, the rapid streams only expanding, destroying more in their wake, structures and parts of the forest burned down from the fights and rot simply spreading, not only in the form of infected but crumbling buildings.
Rubble was starting to pile up but to waste troops, send them out to clean it in times like these were ridiculous. As per such more and more routes shut down, new shortcuts being made, temporary unsafe solutions. Small tunnels trough the collapsing buildings, right trough high risk areas with infected activity and even a mass of boats being fixed up to cut trough the rapid waters more often.
But a boat couldn’t keep you safe, not when a new gush of water rushes down sweeping soldiers off and into the waters. How many deaths would it be before anyone protests, if ever?
Death, it was all she could think about. She heard it over the crackle of radios, right out of Isaac’s mouth, everyone’s mouths and right on paper. She could never exactly place how she felt about death, most people were pretty black-and-white about it. They feared it, or simply didn’t. Moreover she didn’t care much about her death but that of others, what if something happened to say Manny.
People would talk about it for 2 days and move on, but his father would be alone, she’d live with more guilt after promising to keep him safe, his bed would remain messy and unmade, maybe someone new would be assigned as her roommate. His pictures would be kept in a box, something precious, something dear. His fishing pole would remain untouched, grow dusty, the fingerprints would slowly disappear under the layers of caked grime.
She couldn’t help but really look at him for a few moments, the small scar right by his left brow, the stupid man bun he insists on keeping, his scraggly beard she teased him for, his mannerisms with his fellow soldiers, trying to keep the mood up, cracking a corny joke here and there. She… appreciated him, but the day those words would roll off her tongue would never come.She’d never say it, but actions speak louder than words anyway.
And just like any other day, she made a promise in her own head to keep him safe.Manny on the other hand snickered and pulled her out of her somber thoughts, as he playfully tugged her braid.
‘’¿Estás bien? Did the floor do something or-?’’
Her cheeks flush just a little, she’d probably been glaring at the floor again, with her brows furrowed, that classic pout.
‘’all good, listo?’’
‘’sí, vámonos’’
He quickly responded, hopping out with the rest as everyone murmured. So far no scars, only signs of the ambush from this morning. Broken arrows and empty bullet shells scattered across the ground. As if everyone silently agreed the group divided into 4’s and searched the area. Abby was already off, peeking behind the corners and sighing. These tense moments, knowing another ambush could occur any second were the worst. And they were right near some overgrown woods, trees stretching over them. Perfect hiding spots.
Soon enough Manny joined her, glancing around for a few seconds before deciding it’s safe.
‘’So, all of that Spanish really is sticking.’’
“Hm, i’ve been doing my homework.’’
‘’qué impresionante’’
‘’Psh’’
As they squabbled they were headed right into the old warehouse, right on the border of what was still ‘’their’’ territory. Such a trivial thing to fight for, alas. Isaac’s orders were final. How could anyone deny him that when he took them in, starting this all up from the ground?
The metal racks were caked with dust and grime, yet still no spores. Old rusted tools, glass shards crackling under their soles, and her least favorite part being the pallet racks lining the walls, stretching to the top of the building. Something about it felt too closed off, she felt caged. But of course, she brushed it off, only stretching her neck to try and relieve all of the tension before heading further in.
But the quiet never lasted long, an explosion ringing in the distance.They didn’t even have to exchange a glance to rush back outside, the weather now even more depressing and sputtering down droplets of rain. Black smoke filled the air as the truck was slowly burning down, being reduced to nothing but it’s steel frame. The tires seeped into the ground like melting ice cream and the pungent smell of rubber quickly burned into their nostrils after the smoke. She didn’t even have time to pull her shirt over her nose before arrows started flying, multiple scars rushing in to try and corner the group.
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AN/; This is all i managed to squeeze out of my brain, but i thought i'd share anyway just to be sure before deciding to make the final decision to delete it. The pacing is bad, the spanish is done with crappy translators and despite loving Abby so incredibly much as a character i feel that my writing does not portray her well enough for my liking.
This is my first ''fic'' afterall but i still put immense pressure on myself to make something perfect. And i simply, can't.
Continue working on the fic?
yes, i liked this snippet and would like to see more
girl, toss it out.
Yes, but change something, leave suggestion in comments
Underneath the silver moon
Abby x Seraphite!reader nepenthe (n.) something that can make you forget grief or suffering Sypnosis; WIP CW; ?
♰ Coming soon
Author's note; After some consideration and dabbling into a hc fic of Abby myself i've decided to write my own full fic! This will be my first ever detailed work so if it's bad i do apologize. This work specifically will be inspired by a mix of the mitski songs; Abbey and Shame. I highly recommend checking these out, and they will be mostly referencing Abby's feelings troughout the story. This fiction will have darker topics, or atleast i will try to implement these in some form. My main goals are to implent and represent; C-ptsd, religious traume, violence, character death, eventual smut, slight chance of major character death lots of self loathing and the topic of Abby and reader both having no will to live will be hinted at, maybe even outright said. Like i said, major WIP but i'm excited Happy/Bad ending; undecided Tips are welcome :) -Whisp
Idek if i can continue writing this anymore. Writing a lovestory has made me realize how lonely i am and how corny my writing is. I apologize if anyone was looking forward to it, thank you for your understanding.
I need her to be real so bad in the most pathetic way possible
i see why my dad was an alcoholic oh my god life ain’t shit
Is it alright if i left the abby drawing a blank drawing no color? Just refine it and make it neater?
idek
yes idc
no fuck u
Idk how to progress in my art anymore, i have no idea how to work markers, gouache is expensive, and i haven't drawn digitally since i was 8 and have no idea how to start even if i did save up for a drawing tablet And to top it off it's hard to stay motivated in the age of AI Tips? Advice? Anything?
Ugly self portrait and a wip i'll likely never finish. i fucking hate drawing
i FUCKING HATE wlw, wuh luh wuh, and all that shit. lesbian lesbian lesbian lesbian dyke dyke lesbian lesbian lesbian!!!!!!!!!!!!! the word will not kill you i promise!!!!!!!!!!
Ignore the pencil shavings, just got lazy and tossed these in the scanner
These are the laziest sketches ever but i'm really sick rn so please understand. I'll be working on these troughout the week, the anatomy is so off wich pains me but i'm trying to get back into drawing thus i'm veryyyy rusty Tldr; looks like poo, working on it, i feel like how these sketches look... poo
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ya'll decide im too overwhelmed overstimulated and already over it. Majority rules obv
Fun fact: in The Netherlands it is mandatory to have health insurance. And when you're a student or below a certain income level, the government will pay for the majority of it.
Oh and the government also does everyone's taxes for free.
really sucks to see people be amazed by this, and i read ppl praising the netherlands all the time, yet the system is still below the bare minimum
:(
the care for students in the Netherlands is amazing tho, but god please let this hellhole improve. One of the worst things is that uwv can cut your disability check with no reason or rhyme, something they did for a whole and news outlets covered it up.
yeah i'm just using this to vent about the shit dutch system </3
Want to post Abby and Ellabs nsfw art so badly but i'm terrified of digitial footprint who put this curse on me? Like i have to go out and get a job, what if they find it? How will i live? AM I TOO PARANOID
