#bodys2018

valid! vocaloid has been a main interest of mine for like 10 years and i think as an artist i’m most known for my miku art. i draw a lot of miku. i’m drawing miku as we speak

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“Hey, Taako,” Lup says, appearing out of nowhere to drop an arm around Taako’s shoulder with enough force to make him jump. 

He doesn’t take his eyes off of the pan where he is sauteing whatever onion-esque bulb this plane has to offer. It’s starting to release a purple smoke, but it also smells sort of like anise, so he’s gonna let whatever is happening happen for a little while longer. “No, I don’t know where Barold is.”

“Look, maybe I’m not here about that, huh? Maybe I just want to talk to my terrible brother!” Lup sniffs the air, gestures her head towards the pan with a look asking if Taako knows what’s going on.

Taako gives a shrug and barks a laugh. “Ooh, yeah, that’s what it was last five times. ‘Hey, terrible brother who I care so much about, have you seen our hot nerd coworker? No, sorry, I can’t stay and help you keep an eye on the oven, watching Barry’s cake is a full time job-’”

“I still stand by that.”

“Yeah, well, you can stand outside of my kitchen.” Taako gives the not-onions another stir before turning off the heat, the sounds of sizzling filling the air and making it easier to pretend that he doesn’t feel the way Lup’s arm stiffens where it rests across his shoulders.

“Your kitchen?” Lup pulls her arm back to knock a knuckle against his temple, a little harder than necessary but probably about as hard as he deserved. “Look, just close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

oh i am SO glad you asked totally unprompted

consider the following. it’s the first day of senior year, and alana is Prepared for it to be a good year. she spent the summer on internships and community service (very productive!), just this morning she got a jump on a college scholarship application essay (prompt: write a letter to yourself ten years from now), and she knows exactly what she’s going to say to whoever she crosses paths with in the hall today, and hopefully, finally, she’ll come out of it with a real friend.

of course the first day doesn’t go so well. most people at school aren’t very interested in what she has to say. connor murphy is, at first — they know each other, a little, from school projects, and they get along okay — but their conversation quickly goes bad, and alana’s not sure why. by the end of the day, when she’s in the computer lab trying to finish that essay, she’s not feeling too optimistic about where she might be ten years from now. and it doesn’t help that connor, who walks in intending to apologize to her, ends up storming out and taking the essay with him, and doesn’t answer any of the desperate texts she sends him in the next three days. (of course she has his phone number — she had to contact him about group work somehow.)

what does happen, after those three days, is that alana is called to the principal’s office to meet with mr. and mrs. murphy. they show alana a letter addressed to her that connor had folded in his pocket, and the texts she’d sent him in the past week, and the texts and emails exchanged between the two of them over the past few years, and ask: did you know connor? were you friends? best friends?

all three of those questions have different answers, but what alana says is: yes, i did, yes, we were. best friends.

so over the next few weeks and months, alana finds herself: 

embedded deeper and deeper in the murphys’ household, where whatever she has to say about connor is something someone wants to hear, even as it veers away from the strict truth

growing closer to zoe murphy, who’s not a fan of her until alana makes it clear she sees zoe as someone other than just connor’s little sister

striving to get people to remember connor, and to remember him as her friend in particular

building tentative friendships with evan, who’s approached her to say how much it means to him that someone like connor is being remembered, and jared, who seems to know more about connor and alana — and care more about evan — than he lets on

abruptly, in the center of an online movement that grows beyond her own reach and beyond her control

increasingly at odds with her mother, and with the people who have recently become close to her

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

omissions, hands down >:’’D<3

DIGNIFIED‼️‼️‼️ i promise im the least dignified person irl im so clumsy and i rarely ever feel embarrassment or shame for like. doing stupid stuff by accident but thank you wtf 💕💕💕💕

they are!

i have beef with the Mouse so. i’m gonna go with donald for this one

oh absolutely. in fact teresa made a perfectly appropriate graphic for just this brand, i’m gonna add it here

i contain multitudes but only a couple of them