Who wants to skype call?
I shall be talking about wander over yonder or steven universe or other things
((I can skype… If you want… -flutter shy squeak))
((When Hattie tried to be a hat again and climbed on Wanders head. :3 hope you like it!))((AHHHH I’m on mobile and I can’t quite see who sent this yet but THANK YOU I LOVE IT AWW!))
((that would be me. Glad you love it. :3))
((TADA!! I finished it!!!! What Big Blue mentioned about mistletoe and about Westley and I just HAD to draw it!!! I finished the other half during class. No worries, it was presentations. Anyway, hope you guys like it!!!))
Who wants a Pokemon submitted in their inbox?
I highly suggest you reblog this, or like this.
Because I have nothing to do.
Also, I’ll use a random number generator,
Ne, Ne, by 追川うそdammit it’s too effective
That’s okay. I didn’t need my heart anyway. :,)
Thank you very much! I’m so happy to hear that!! I want to do my best in the future too…!
With his tongue sticking out of the corner of his smiling mouth, Wander hummed as he held the bowl tightly to his chest and mixed the ingredients around with a wooden spoon. Hearing a sudden knock at the door, he placed the spoon inside of the bowl and set it down on the counter.
“I’m comin’!” he…
"Hya Wander!!!" Estella stood at the doorway, smiling at the nomad. "Thank you!" she walked in, not before giving Wander a big hug.
He giggled and wrapped his furry arms around her, “You’re welcome, Estella! Would ‘ya like ‘ta help me cook?”
"Sure! I looove cooking!" She lets him go, and digs into her hat before pulling out an appron and puts it on. "What are we making right now?"
"I..I’m not cute.." he hid.
"Yes you are. C’mon." I open my arms, hoping to hug him to reassure him.
Sidney never banged on the door for help anymore. He had just given up. Everything hurt to much and banging would hurt his whole arm. He curled up and cried, just waiting for someone to rescue him from the locker.
I heard soft cries, then turned my attention to locker 724. “Hello?” I leaned against the locker to hear the crying in there. I pounded on the locker in a rhythm that managed to open the locker, showing that there was someone in there. “Oh! Umm hello?”
Sidney whimpered and scooted into the corner of the locker, trembling fearfully from this strange person…“hey hey, it’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you… Let’s get you out of there.” I offered my hand to the poor kid, hoping he could trust me. I’m part demon, not part monster.
He bit his lip, wincing as he slowly extended his arm, taking her hand lightly. His arms were covered in bruises and cuts…and sadly some of those cuts looked self inflicted.
I winced at the cuts and bruises the poor kid had as I carefully helped him out of the locker. “My gods… you poor thing… I think I have something for those…” I digged into my sweater pocket and pulled out a small aid kit. “Why were you in there?”
Sidney was quiet, looking down as he slumped to the floor, trembling. “Nnh…Just another day in the afterlife…another bully…it’s just my luck that this is what I have to face for eternity…” he whispered.
"Awwww…" I kneeled down to him as I got out some of the bandages and gauze. "Give me one of your arms. It might hurt a bit but it’ll help with the cuts. My Name’s Ichi. Whats yours?"
"S..sidney Poindexter…" he whispered as he held out his arm, hoping she wouldn’t ask too much about the cuts. He bit his lip nervously.
I gently took his arm and started treating it, cleaning the cuts before I started bandaging them. “Nice to meet you Sidney. You dont seem so bad… So a bully did this…? Ugh, never liked them.”
"Not just a bully…pretty much everyone in this realm…" he murmured sadly.
I gasped at what he said. “Wha… That’s not right…” I finished cleaning up his arm and gestured to his other arm. “Why would they do that?”
"I’m different…" he sighed and extended his other arm, trembling a little.
I start treating his other arm. “Thats no reason to do so. Everyone’s different. Look at me, I’m half demon for crying out loud.” My wings expanded out a bit to prove my point before I went back to cleaning his cuts.
"Do you think that means anything to them? No." he bit his lip and looked down.
"Well, it should. If they experianced what you’ve been through, then they would understand… But it’s hard to without sinking down to their level… There. All done." I put the bandages away when I finished treating his arms.