Disney Ladies + Rainbow
i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone
When you are committed to the game
Its pretty common
gojo, or as the mortals called him, hades, had a problem.
he’s had no issues with women, none whatsoever. being part of the big three meant that with his title (and riches) people flocked to get his attention.
and sure, years ago he didn’t care about who’s attention he was on the receiving end of. he had no feelings attached when it came to this sort of thing.
but he feels helpless now.
and he knows he can’t do anything to solve it.
the meadows were warm with a breeze summer could bring. the gods were known for their temperament, so the humans cherished what they could.
your mother was known for bringing their harvest and crops, and you watched from the fields with your nymph friends as the flowers bloomed and blossomed.
gojo watched from afar as you laughed with your girls, your head tilting back as you covered your mouth.
you were perfect and unattainable.
and not because he was the certain god of death that everyone feared, or because you were a devout follower of artemis. but because your mother swarmed off any man who dared approach you. and gojo understood, men were vile and filthy creatures.
but he was no man.
you look up suddenly, to where he was, eyes scrunching as you look from across the field, squinting to see if there was a certain sense of difference around there.
“my lady? what’s wrong?” one of the nymphs asked worriedly after you went silent.
you purse your lips, seeing nothing near the trees, just rows and rows of flowers.
you shrug, looking back at them as if nothing happened.
“nothings wrong,” you wave off, smiling, “must’ve been the wind.”
you look back to the flowers, some yellow, some pink, but one lone red that swayed with the breeze.
strange, you thought, that wasn’t there before.
you go back to talking, laughing along with their stories as you try not to think about the flower,
and gojo, the god of the underworld, tries not to think about you.
My yearbook photo was a picture of some random baby off of Google I photoshopped my 17 year-old self’s head onto. It made it in.
Slipped a video titled “hot busty lesbian porn” into the personal folders of everyone in my computer class, which after they all crowded around to see what it was, turned out to be the video for Never Gonna Give You Up (it was 2007, so not yet a worn out joke). Thanks to them (like idiots) deciding to swarm a computer with sound, the computer lab filled up with cheesy ‘80s pop and the sound of me laughing so hard I ended up on the floor clutching my stomach.
Figured out that the school board internet filters blocked based on words and URLs, so I bypassed them simply by pinging their IP addresses, giving me free reign to Youtube and wherever else I felt like going to. I abused this power, and the fact I luckily had one of the computers with built-in speakers, to blast copious amounts of death metal all class.
Formed an air band called Minotaur Lizards whose career peak was “playing” a montage of classic rock songs during a school presentation.
Acted out the mock trial that made up the final for our senior year Law class as head prosecutor, wearing no shirt, no socks, a Dead Kennedys t-shirt, and shorts. Somehow got 10/10 for “appropriateness of dress” by being so utterly wrong that the teacher considered me to have looped back around.
Made sure that the yearbook contained the words “Harry Potter erotica”, and nobody realized until it had already gone to print.
Did accounting for some of the pot dealers in my year and ended up taking a good cash bonus home after my suggested “baked sale” hit it big.
Managed to get out of gym class the last two years on the promise to teachers that if I kept a friend, who was in a wheelchair and one of the above-mentioned dealers, occupied and out of trouble, I could skimp on doing class for non-test days and eke out a 75%.
Turned in so many bullshit essays and “I was bored on this vocabulary test so I write it all in haiku” results that teachers would be disappointed if I turned in ‘normal effort’ work.
Found out someone I really disliked hated my laugh, and dialed up how totally hilarious I found Cool Runnings so much that my laughter got him into a hissy fit that ended with his suspension.
Figured out the school’s weak exits where one could slip through without being noticed, and began selling this information to people once our school cut its truancy officer for budget reasons.
Managed to send through enough filthily-worded Valentine’s Day candygrams with the help of a friend on the inside that there were no candygrams the next year.
Did most of my work for my last year on a single piece of paper I’d just fold up and stick back in my pocket out of general laziness and my lack of need for notes. Math teacher kept poking fun at it, which led to an escalating war of attrition that ended when I handed in a test written on a corn tortilla.
Was voted Most Unique in what is most certainly the last flattering time that award was given in the school’s history
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
Remember that super cool hoodie Lloyd was wearing?? Now you can get your own! You can pick from one of your favorite ninja!
Lloyd: RB | S6
Kai: RB | S6
Zane: RB | S6
Jay: RB| S6
Cole: RB | S6
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“what if i just straight up break down in class and scare the shit out of ms neo so that she’ll postpone the test?”
“is it too early if i have a breakdown in january?” “its the second week, man.” “i know.”
“let’s all just collectively skip the national exams, fuck the system!” *aggressive cheering*
in a really choked up voice, “i have rights.”
“what if i become a monk? do monks have to take exams?”
“in this context, what does ‘rapid’ mean?” “FAST AND FURIOUS”
“did y’all do the chem homework?” *collective ‘no’s* “alright, good. nobody be a wimp and do their homework, alright? if we’re fucked, we’re all fucked together.”
“wait, you mean to say that this school still teach fun stuff like music??”
*scandalised gasp* “you stole my circle template’s virginity!” “all i did was hook a finger through one of the holes!” “exactly!”
“i bought this $2 knee guard just because i want to pretend that i’m injured so that i can sit out of PE.” [slides knee guard on] “i have three consecutive tests after this and lord knows i need all the extra study time that i can get.”
in an increasingly panicked voice, “i can’t just do my lit homework in 30mins!” “well, i did.” “what did you put for characterisation and further analysis?” “i said the protagonist was a fuckboy, and then proceeded to write 3 paragraphs and a conclusion consisting of utter bullshit on why he’s a fuckboy.”
“don’t they call people from Germany, germanese?” said by a top student.
“i think i’m a hermaphrodite.”
“fuck, i hate this. can i just be an escort? or have like 67 sugar daddies?”
in the middle of physics class: “i’m leaving, i’m fucking leaving. i’m going down to the canteen to buy takeouts of 3 fishball noodles. y’all want anything?”
“i want the saddest pepe the frog meme you can find as our class logo.”
“i found a salsa dip in my bag, anyone have some chips?” [a girl sighs, puts down her calculator and reaches into her sports bag] “i do.”
So, I just want to explain my thought process throughout my drawing this. Frisk has been desperately begging Chara to reconsider before they kill each monster, but to no avail. But Sans is the only friend Frisk has left at this point. Not only that, Sans is probably their best friend.
So with everything they’ve got, Frisk cries out for help and the six human souls Flowey stole can hear them and rush to help. Together, they have enough strength to fight back against Chara’s control over Frisk’s soul, but Chara’s Exp and LV are simply too strong to overcome.
Chara’s soul attached itself to Frisk’s. They are connected. As long as Frisk is alive, Chara will be too.
and…realizing that…Frisk…well…
Anyway, sorry for the feels! Here’s Act 2 Part 2 of It’s Still You
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