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I love this shipp so much, I need more content from them both. They are so cute I can't,,,

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Drabble request, vampire kid Tommy
Thank you for the request!! Sorry for this taking a little long, but this was really fun to write!! This was all over the place but I think it has an...unexpected ending. Things to note: -Flits/flitty = homosexuals/gay(term from the '40s I believe) -Mild language
Tommy was walking to school one day. After his wholeâŚepisodeâŚwhen Orel tried to âhelpâ his misunderstanding of God, his mother didnât really care about how he dressed. If he was so far from God already, whatâs a little more that couldnât hurt? At least in her eyes. So, Tommy had his fake fangs in, and a cape that tied in the front that was red on the inside and black on the outside. He knew he would be made fun of, but he didnât care much about the opinions of others, for the most part, especially since people viewed him so low, to begin with.
He walked into his special classroom and the kids in there looked confused since it wasnât Halloween, it was just an ordinary day in March after all. Not much about his outfit was said that day for the most part. That was until he had to step outside of his special classroom, he heard a few murmurs of slurs under peopleâs breaths, likely to try and not get in trouble with the principal, not that he would care much.
Despite the slurs, he carried himself proudly, he felt good dressing like this. He went to lunch as usual and at this point, his mother should just stop packing his lunch, since it was all mushed up so he wouldnât choke. He only took it so she felt important for doing something in his life. So, he sat his stuff down, got up, and got in line. Once he got up there, he realized he had no more lunch money in his account and his mom, being as idiotic and forgetful as she was, forgot to give him any money. Sometimes he wondered if she drank. He sighed, the only way he was going to get more than a snack cake was to ask the person behind him for money. He turned around. Oh boy.
It was Joe. Of all people, why did it have to be Joe? He would have liked Orel better, despite the fact they werenât really friends. However, he didnât really have much of a choice if he wanted to eat today.Â
âHey, JoeâŚdo you have any money? My lunch is outâŚâ
Joe stared at him for a few moments. Tommy was confused but thought he was just looking at how he was dressed today more than anything else.Â
He pulled out a fat stack of cash from his pockets and gave him the bare minimum, a dollar. âJust be lucky I stole this from the rich kidâŚâ He shoved the money at him as if it was worthless.
Tommy found this strange. Joe of all people giving somebody like him money? The same person who hurled rocks at him and his friends? âWowâŚuh thanks JoeâŚâ
âShut up, goofy-toons, before I change my mind!â Ah, there it was, classic Joe.Â
He handed the dollar to the lunch lady and got his lunch and ate normally. Still, though, it confused him. Why? Why Joe? Why today of all days? He shrugged, he wasn't going to pester somebody over a kind action, still though it made him wonder.
He continued wearing his vampire outfit every day, and eventually, it just became a part of his reputation. Not only was he one of the dumbest kids in school now, but he was also the weird vampire kid. He didnât mind very much, at least he was dressing how he wanted to now, although his mother thought he was dressing satanically. To avoid his mother in the mornings, he had to use the bicycle helmet he already wore every day to good use.
On this particular day, he put his bike on the bike rack and went inside the school. Today, he had also brought something else with him to make him even more like a vampire. Plus, it wasnât technically immoral or illegal since he remembered drinking it at the communions before he realized he was an atheist.Â
When he went into the special classroom, Ms. Stoopdown looked depressed, but he disregarded that. Today was the day he would at least look like he was a real vampire. He readjusted the fake fangs in his mouth that he got from Buried Pleasures recently. As she taught rudimentary math, he started to think as to why he even wanted to drink it in the first place. Sure, it would look like he was drinking blood and all, but it might also make him act peculiarly, given it would be killing his brain cells in the process of him consuming the liquid he hid in his cape. Still, though, he wanted to at least try and look like a vampire because it was one of the few things he enjoyed because people saw it as satanic, it was a way for him to rebel without breaking any written school rules.
He waited until lunch had already passed into recess before even thinking of taking it out. He would have shown the other kids that the school deems special, but he didnât know any of them well enough to actually trust them. Plus, ever since he was put into the special class, he was always the backup friend to Orelâs friend group. Not that he was ever at a forefront of his friend group, but it grew worse when they realized he was an atheist and learned differently than others.
He went out to the farthest tree he could that he wouldnât get yelled at for going. He sat down on the dry grass below. He opened up his cape and let the bottle of wine fall out of his pocket. He looked around quickly, just to make sure no goody-two-shoes would snitch on him for bringing it because despite it being at communion, he knew how hypocritical this town and its people were. The only people he saw were Joe and some random kid he was wailing on. Perfect.
Now was the time to drink the liquid of his choice. He tried to pull out the cork with all of his might. The people on TV sure did make this look easier than it was⌠He continued to try, going to the point he had his foot on it and trying to pull it out that way, hoping the pressure would help the cork pull through. It did not. Then, he tried to get it out by scratching out the cork that way, but all that did was hurt his fingernails. Well, this thing was a bust, now he wouldnât like a vampire, well not as much of one anyways. He let out his frustrations by shaking the wine bottle furiously. Why couldnât he just couldnât have this one thing? He knew it was dumb to even try to consume an alcoholic beverage at school since he was underage, he would get caught, and alcohol only damages the mind, but still. For once he wanted to put his logic aside to feel something other than being invisible but he couldnât even have that. He just sat there, defeated as he pitifully still tried to open it, despite knowing it wouldnât bust.
Meanwhile, Joe was finishing chewing out the kid of the week he decided to pick on. âAnd never talk shit about the nurse again, got it?â
The boy in question nodded before scampering off. Joe wiped the blood on his hands onto his shirt. He started to head back out to where the majority of people are, when he saw a bottle of wine, belonging seemingly to Tommy of all people. Wow, he was cooler than he thought.Â
He plopped down beside him. âCan I have some?â
âIf you can open itâŚâ Tommy sighed.
Joe tried to get it open the same ways Tommy did before just smashing it against the tree.Â
âJesus Joe, do you want us to get caught?â
âWell, I got it open didnât I?â
âYea but how are we gonna drink it?â
âLike this, dummy.â Joe proceeded to drink it out of the broken half of the bottle, somehow not cutting himself. âHey, this isnât half bad.â
Tommy took the other half of the bottle and carefully sipped it. Oddly enough he never really considered the flavor of the wine itself, more so just that it looked like blood. But he was right. âHey youâre right, this is pretty good.â
âSoâŚgoofy-toons, why do you even have this in the first place? I thought you were a dumb goody-two-shoes.â
âThanks. Well, my reputation is already through the floor and ever since the principal ushered me to the special classroom, nobody pays attention to me anyways. Plus, it makes me look like a vampire, donât you think?â He asked as he opened his mouth to show the âbloodâ dripping off his fangs.Â
âThe hell are you obsessed with vampires so much anyways?â
âWell, itâs a way to rebel I guess since everybody thinks I dress satanically.â
âYea, after you started wearing it. Why did you start?â
He pulled on the neck of his cape. It was a bit odd to be telling something a little personal to somebody like Joe, but he seemed alright enough. âWellâŚvampires are always cool, especially when theyâre alone. Have you ever seen a vampire being made fun of for being lonely or being too nerdy? No, theyâre always shown as edgy love interests or powerful villains, never pathetic. I guess I was just tired of being viewed as pathetic I guess.âÂ
âDamnâŚâ Joe said as he gulped down some more wine.Â
âNow I got a question for you.â
âHit me with it.â
âWhy do you care? Why are you listening to me?â
âWellâŚyou arenât the lamest kid at school.â He responded as he looked at the grass below them, picking the grass from the ground.
âReally? Whyâd you pick on me so much then?â
âNone of your business,â Joe said oddly defensively.
Tommy was a bit caught off guard. âCâmon I told you somethinâ personalâŚâ
âDidnât have to.â
He rolled his eyes. Why did he think he could have a competent conversation with Joe? Before he was about to get up and leave, Joe finally decided to respond.
âWellâŚyouâre smart, whether you believe it or not. Guess I was intimated or some edgy bullshit âcause Iâve always been called the dumbest at home.â
Tommy gulped, his face beginning to grow oddly warm. âThanksâŚit means a lotâŚbut youâre not dumb. Trust me, Iâve seen dumb and youâre not. Plus, nobody can be dumber than Doughy.â
He giggled. âYea âguess youâre right.â He looked at his face. âWhy are you so red?â
Shit.
âJ-Just wasnât expecting you to say that is allâŚIâm not a flit or anythingâŚâ
Joe smirked a little. âNever implied that, plus I donât care about that kinda stuff. Iâll kill you if you tell butâŚI think Iâm a flit myself.â
âReally? Never took you for one.â
He shrugged. âDunnoâŚI just feel somethinâ...odd..â
ââRound who?â
â...doesnât matterâŚâ He began turning red himself.
Tommy looked at his face turning redder, despite Joe trying to hide it. He scratched the back of his neck. âYâknowâŚthereâs nobody out hereâŚwe can be flitty if you want toâŚâ
âWhy would I want to with you?â Classic Joe.
âWell you sure are red for oneâŚplusâŚI have a strong regard for youâŚâ
ââI have a strong regard for youâ who the hell talks like that? Do you like me or not?â
Tommy nodded. Joeâs mouth slowly crept into a smile as he got closer to Tommy. âWellâŚ?â
Tommy gulped but nodded. âHehâŚyou look like closefaceâŚâ
âWhat?â
âN-NevermindâŚâ Tommy could feel not just his stomach fluttering but his heart pounding. He never thought he would feel this way around somebody like Joe but the universe has a funny way of working. Due to his nervousness, he didnât do much, despite just consuming an alcoholic beverage on school property.Â
Joe rolled his eyes. âFor fuckâs sake, youâre going to make me be the flitty one, huh?â Before Tommy could respond, Joe had already kissed him. Tommy was surprised because even though it was obvious it was going to happen, it did happen suddenly. He let his body relax into the kiss as he held Joeâs hand.Â
Joe pulled away after a few moments and looked at the red tomato named Tommy. He smiled. âWhoâs the flit now?â
âY-Youâre not exactly straight yourself, idiot.â He continued to hold onto Joeâs hand.Â
âHehâŚdo you wanna be flitty togetherâŚ?â
Tommy nodded, his mind was still whirling from the moment before. He never thought he would be kissed in his youth, especially by a boy, but he didnât mind. He liked him and Joe liked Tommy and thatâs all that mattered at that moment.
Soon enough though, recess had to end but their relationship didnât, they continued sneaking kisses and exchanging gifts with one another behind the trees. If anybody did see them, Joe would take care of them.
A vampire kid and a goth kid, who would have ever thought?
The End.
A/N: Fun fact, Britta Phillips who sang Closeface also voices Tommy so it can in a way be interrupted as a Tommy love song, anyways I know this is kinda weird and random but I hope you enjoyed it
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A Ryn starship mechanic who composes silly ditties! And never gets her hands on anything that isnât hers! No sir!
Flitty was my second RP character and the first I really loved :)
Some cute pictures I made for Valentine's Day last year, explaining how Thorex and Flitty met each other, fell in love, and found the charms they used to make each other their signature necklaces. Great date plan: save each other from two horrifying, carnivorous monstrosities that only one of you has the proper training to dispatch.
Original upload date: February 14th, 2018
Some of the monster tamers and florists that live in Theta. Believe it or not, their jobs are quite comparable in risk; flowers are very deadly parasites in the Nightmare homeworld, and can only be disposed of by well-trained botanists.
The purple dinosaur-like creature on the bottom is Perish, Thorex's long-time companion. The green one is Gomak, Tymel's childhood pet.
Flitty and Thorex are dating, and they've been going strong for a few years. Gyne and Tymel are on again, off again, though Gyne's bold nature seems to clash with Tymel's shyness just a bit too much.
(Gomak, the little green critter and Tymel's pet, has seen a large design rehaul since this art. He's a lot more bird-like now)
Original upload date: February 2018

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The following post is delivered in a manner imitating a girl I was once interested in to an infectious level for nameless reasons. This title also teeters on grammatical rules intentionally. Shame I have to preface with that.
literally end it all i have to go to work early tomorrow because iâm apparently some corporate diehard literally the show stoppper pave the way Iâll see you ignoring my inbox at the coffee machine (OOC: Alright Iâm not gonna carry that on anymore because what I have to say about the past week &my life in general is so different from anything the aforementioned character of my past could empathize with or ever even slightly embody because we are on such vastly different levels of communication and mentality. However, we will switch to a âRadioheadâs Online Presenceâ style of delivery as a means of retaining visual typoraphic ambivalence yet still heralding legitimate emotional themes. Please hold ////***//*âŚ!!***)Â
didnât leave the house once this week. music takes over. great excuse but leaves you to obviously question the whole other shade of your existence, to which there is always always more. maybe itâs just a result of putting too much focus on one thing. too much of a good thing. bring on the crumpets. felt guilty for willfully resigning to a night of nothing last Friday, watched a documentary on the fucking E.T. Atari game. it was mediocre but what I wanted. diner coffee. waffle house. it often feels fruitless to work on music but I always end up contributing to my own personal greater good, &like itâs going somewhere cosmic if not literal. no ships here, nope. plebs anyhow. point being feeling like giving up is the whole point of carrying on. &also i canât see a moment where I would ever feel like I didnât want to record music, even if nobody wanted to hear it. so why not just throw it out there. pass me a rod &reel. felt majorly alone this week. majorly. failed phone calls all around. whatâs this cellular busines???? *proactivity business?? i am nostalgic for NY &college. I daydream about girls I never really knew. see subject of this post. see obvious spell of leery nostalgia. see my guttural reaction. âGuttural.â accidentally had a social weekend. oops. didnât feel that way on account of my loneliness contract. sorry everyone. I did record something Iâm proud of. worked on that all day yesterday. comes out tomorrow, link soon. itâs acoustic which is both like and unlike me. itâs like me to the small public but not me to myself. formalities. except this time I really appreciate it. itâs the right move. very connected to it. I hope the right people see it.
iâm in a constant battle merely trying to exude everything within me to everything around me, but iâm always fighting it. artsy fartsy. better be hors dâoeuvres at the office tomorrow if they want to keep me. anyway. itâs annoying to feel silenced even if youâre not. i want to connect with the people that have appreciated me. I sent my first fan his favorite record in the mail for his birthday &theholidays. thatâs what itâs about. to have 10 fans is something. itâs not about caseload. atleast i will have had brought someone to life, in some small way.