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H2OVanoss relationship: in public vs at home <3
At least they even each other out
Sorry i disappeared, had to finish finals and went on a trip immediately after x’D
I got an idea for animators/artists or just anyone with OC's
So basically your ocs meeting you as their creator like they know you're the one who made their life the way it is/was everything that's happened was you behind the scenes pulling the strings.you their creator.how would they react seeing you as you are?
Anyway yea that's it. Yay
DIVORCE PAPERS?!
I made @your-fav-is-divorced objectsona for fun :3
I used a cereal box and paper! It took me awhile since I was busy+ procrastinating but I’m super happy how it turned out!
the eyes and mouth are removable so he can do more expressions but rn I’m to lazy to make more lol
(ps if you become my friend I’ll literally love you/j)
I've always been a lurker, too scared to post, but recently I gathered up the courage to start a blog for me to ramble. so, hi! you can call me Apollo!!!
I've been into worldbuilding and making OCs pretty much since forever. I've also been into g/t since forever, but was embarrassed so I never made content for it. Recently though, I've been more comfortable showing off my art, and I decided I should try getting comfortable being open about being into g/t as well. If someone ik finds this, yolo lol. Ever since I've started doodling g/t more I've had way more inspiration to draw. no wonder all those spicy writers can pump out chapters so fast when you're really excited about something it becomes easier to create, who knew?
I'm into a lot of fandoms, but I think I'm gonna focus on my own stuff on here. ✌🏻👍🏻
my sona ^^^
IM BACK FROM THE DEAD (my mortal kombat hyperfixation took over so much). Probably not punch out stuff unless asked for lol (also I’m sorry for anyone who got mk on their for u from me liking everything I could find) probably drop some mk art later or smth BUT HI
If something like this can't be posted, I can delete it, idm, I just wanted to share that I did smt today, I won't do this again until next year
Only time where it's socially acceptable to dress up as fictional lil guys, and miss a lot of details, or do whatever tf you want in general because you aren't really doing it professionally (I was on a budget + couldn't find the lil fingerless gloves he had)... Also ignore I look like I haven't eaten, or seen the sun in weeks, and might even look heccing 12 at most, I'm just naturally built like that
aequoreus • the tidal wave | finnick o. | CH.0
prologue / part one
the waves crash gently, but was it before or after the tidal wave?
cw: none, not rlly proofread
a/n: this is a bit random but i started daisy jones and the six and i think its lowkey motivating me bc i love sam claflin… anyways no idea what this story is or how it started but like… it’s here!! not the best (or that much it’s a small part) but hope you enjoy :)) part one will be coming soon js gotta get the motivation
wc: 354
the cool breeze blew through your hair as you sat along the edge of the water, small waves washing over to touch the bottom of your feet. in the distance there’s the sounds of waves crashing gently against the jagged rocks that border parts of the water, and it’s almost soothing how peaceful it is.
the sand is warm yet slightly damp beneath you, you had been outside for a few hours and the slight tan you had gained was evident of that. your eyes were shut, taking in the calming noises of the sea and breathing in the salty waters, when a voice called your name. a voice you knew. your eyes open slowly.
“finnick.” you reply back, gaze remaining on the water as his soft footsteps come from behind you.
“i’ve been looking for you.” he said, from his voice you could tell he was standing behind you.
“i’ve been here.” he chuckles lightly before the silence returns, waves crashing off in the distance. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again.
“…we need to talk.” he starts, and you turn your head to meet his gaze. his brows are slightly sewn together as he looks at you, an expression you can’t quite distinguish on his face.
finnick was easy to read, described as a ‘peacock’, yet in this moment you couldn’t read him. you nod before looking back to the sea, in which finnick moves to sit next to you.
you glance to him from the corner of your eye, watching him. he runs a hand through his bronze hair, staring off to where the sun meets the water as it sets. it had been up high in the sky when you first went out, letting you realize just how long it had been.
as your gaze lingers on finnick, you can really tell how long it’s been; the lines on his forehead, the indents left on his cheeks from all the times he smiled and revealed his dimples, the slight bags under his sea-green eyes. he’s changed so much since you’ve met him, and you have too.
My parents’ friend
My parent's friend’s died before I was born, he was a bit crazy,one hell of a mind, he worked hard and was an electrician, he had his motorbike in his bedroom for some reason (no one actually figured out how he managed to move that there each winter alone withouth fail),his brother, another family friend is my uncle more than my actual uncles. Each year there is a concert in his honor, and there is a trumpet piece they always do that will make your whole body shiver if you got to hear it. The details have always been fuzzy for me, death was something my parents tried to shelter me from ,it didnt work, i have been more funerals that one should have been at my age in my opinion, yet they just now started to share things about him. He built the electrical system in the garage and the laudry room in my house, i never knew that, when we came back last night and i saw the lights there (working perfectly after 20 years) I thought that even when we are gone little pieces of us will always remain, even people who havent known us will remeber us...maybe truly all humans are connected somehow.