Teehee

(Me)

-I’m currently 22 y/o

-I use he/they/it pronouns. Any of those work on me :3

-I’m autistic so I apologize if at any point I come off as mega-awkward

-I mainly post random yaps and art

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(Fandoms/Fixations)

(Mains): Super Mario Bros, Sonic the Hedgehog, Vocaloid, Magical Girl Raising Project, Magical Girl Witch Trials

(Also into): Pokemon, Undertale, Inscryption, Doki Doki Literature Club, Needy Streamer Overload, Slay the Princess, Madoka Magica

(Small interest): Literally anything I didn’t list but I’m still into, lol

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(DNI)

-Please do not follow me or interact with me if you fall under any of the following-

*Racist, LGBTQ-phobic, Zionist, etc.

*Proship, Darkship, Comship

*L0lic0n/Sh0tac0n

*AI Bros

*NFT Bros

*Art Thieves

*Pro-Harassment

*Hate on selfshippers/yumeshippers

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(Other Disclaimers)

-Any fundraiser inboxes will be deleted. This is not a place to advertise causes

-I do not do c0mms so do not ask me for them or ask me to pay you, I have zero interest

-Please keep things civil. I am fully open to constructive criticism and opinions. Please do be respectful, harassment or bullying will especially not be tolerated on my blog and posts

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(That’s all :3)

(Zazz): “You can hold 108 pounds, right?”

(Zavok): “Yes? I can pick up much more than-“

(Zazz): “Hold me.”

(Zavok): “…”

(Zavok): “What?”

(Zazz): “I SAID HOLD ME!!! RARGH!!!”

-Zavok picks up Zazz

(Zazz): “Yay”

-2 minutes pass

(Zavok): “Can I put you down now?”

(Zazz): “No…”

(Zeena): “Zazz? ZAZZ?”

-Busting into the room, it’s an absolute disaster. More than it was yesterday. Zazz’s room had trinkets, clothes and other such things everywhere.

(Zeena): “Zazz, why didn’t you-“

-She notices Zazz hunched over at a desk, writing something. Did he not even hear her come to check on him?

(Zeena): “Zazz?”

-She carefully approaches. Zazz finally perks up a bit and turns to see Zeena.

(Zazz): “Is it already breakfast time?”

(Zeena): “Yes! What have you been doing? Zavok’s getting irritated!”

-Zazz looks down at the sheet of lyrics he was writing before stepping out from the chair, twitching slightly as he usually did.

(Zazz): “Writing something worthless. Well, I’m hungry anyways.”

-He gave a softer smile than what he usually gave.

-Zeena doesn’t budge asking what he was writing before stepping out of the room with him.

(Zeena): “That room isn’t gonna clean itself, you know”

(Zazz): “I know, I know! So what? I like my nasty little hideout!”

-He gave a signature cackle.

-Zeena wished Zazz could always be himself but…she knew…there was something under there she didn’t quite see transparently. Something’s wrong but how can she face the music when no melody has come out to play?

(Zor): “Life is meaningless”

(Zazz): “Nuh-uh! Life has a lot of meaning!”

(Zor): “Like?”

(Zazz): “You have your friends…” 🥺

(Zazz): “And your poetry…” 🥺

(Zazz): “And you’re really cool…” 🥺

(Zor): “…”

(Zor): *he manages a smile and a small chuckle*

(Zor): “Alright, fine, fine, you win”

(Zazz): “HELL YEAH”

(Zazz): *hugs Zor with a great friend hug*

I like to think this is happening in Zeena’s room thus the pink walls