ash/emzy/em

Boop beep, How's everyone doing?

ITS OUR LIL BEANS BIRTHDAY 2DAYYY
          
          HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUGENEE
          
          (w h a t a m i d o i n g w i t h m y l i f e)

Heyyyy! How are you? 

*me just casually reading "Icing those hurts"*
          
          
          *Reads this:*
          
          ["“You've taken care of the nutrition, let me take care of the sweets. Have you ever had hot chocolate, sunshine?” 
          
          Tommy stops still at the pet name. His hands slip out of Wilbur’s. 
          
          Sunshine. Sunshine. Sunshine.
          
          It’s a cute nickname. Very sweet. Tommy imagines that in another life, he would’ve loved being called that. In another life, Tommy would probably preen under the title. But here, now, Tommy doesn’t hear Wilbur’s gentle playful tone, he doesn’t hear fondness, he hears his coach. He hears sweet words being spit at him, nice things being said sarcastically- all the things that Tommy’s ever wished he’d be called being twisted around into something awful. No one would ever call him something sweet and be genuine about it. No one. Ever.
          
          “Tommy? Tommy?” Wilbur asks, sounding frantic, pulling Tommy out of his head, pulling him out of the overwhelming anxiety buzzing in his chest. “Tommy, I’m sorry, are you alright? I didn’t-” 
          
          “Wilbur,” Techno says. He’s firm and steady. “Wilbur, back up. Just a little.” He listens, giving Tommy enough room to take a breath. “Tommy, are you okay?” 
          
          Slowly, very slowly, Tommy nods. A measured dip of the head. 
          
          Techno looks a bit skeptical. “Can you tell me with words, kid?” 
          
          “Yeah-” He makes himself say. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” 
          
          “Good. Good.” Techno nods. “Okay. Do you want to tell us what went wrong? Something that happened just made you feel unsafe. Can you tell us what it is?” 
          
          Tommy looks wary. In his lap, his hands fold together, holding tight. “Nothing. I was just-” 
          
          “We won’t use it against you.” Wilbur blurts. “If that’s what you’re worried about, Tommy.” And that makes Tommy stop, because yeah, that is what he was worried about.  "]
          
          *me*:"..." *Cries*
          
          Me:"OHHHHHH MY-"

*Stares at the DC logo* NOOOOO-*clings to Marvels logo, but that fades into dust*NOOOOOOOO-
          
          *gets tackled by underworld office app*
          *The Tv series "The sea of monsters" grabs UWO app and threw them to the other side of the room.*
          
          *My ocs*:"...."
          
          Me:"HELP-"

Ash: "they say if you consume burned food,you'd get cancer.."*proceeds to munch in the crispy black ham*"but i cant let this go to waste.. i cooked it, i eat it-"
          
          Rain:"NO. ASH-"

Hey kiddo it's me Sam 

So when i say im pregnant-i dont mean literally
          
          BUT!!! IVE GOT MY BABY PLANT GROWING!!!
          their so cute!!
          My first baby plant(that actually grew ToT)
          Their just a week old by now!! ^^ my baby

(I dont have adt for this, so you get short dialog of Boss and the UWO team on his death day anniversary)
          
          
          
          As Boss stood out at the top of the building, watching the other creatures and monsters from below. There Eugene struggled to word out what he should say, as this was his- well he actually lost count of the times he's been on a patrol with Boss. But this one felt.. rare. As the month of September came around, Boss would likely be going on patrols by himself, like usual. But other times he's with River or Joan. So this was pretty odd..
          
          "Uhm.. boss?" Eugene mutters our, unsure how to phrase this bit. "Yes, newbie" dammed the nickname still seems sweet. Tho.. for some reason it held some bittersweet to it.
          
          "I- uhm.. so- uhm.. uhhh- "
          
          "You dont have to say anything, Eugene.." boss replied, as Eugene tilted his head. Fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, walking over to him. "W- what?"
          
          "Ive- noticed you were acting weird. I suppose.. River told you?" Boss says,as he slowly floated down to sit by the edge. "Uhm-"
          
          "Y- yes.. uh- i guess... y- Yeah- she did.. im- im so sorry- i know this is someting personal to you and that yousouldbealoneso-"
          
          "So.. i-.. i dont mind" Boss mutters,as he watched Eugene sit down next to him. "Oh.. uhm.. uh- okay...?"
          
          Eugene mutters,as he fiddles with the strings of his hood,looking off to the edge too.
          "Isnt it beautiful? The moon i mean.." Boss says, his tone awkwardly trying to phrase these new words he had learned from young hayden. "Oh- uhm.. yeah- yeah.. i guess" Eugene nods,as he looks up.
          
          
          
          
          
          (I MEAN THESE TWO ARE AS PLATONIC AS I AM WITH MY CHILD FUNZY, kinda father figure here-)
          
          [On Sep.10th 2024]
          
          (Also the death day of my other OC's loved one..
          He's one of my newest OCs, His name is Adam Ellis)

So now that im back.. uhm- for the past few months, ive wanted to introduce to you guys to my characters (and to those who are like- "ohhh what about your UWO FIC STUFF- im working on it! Its just that- chapter 10 to 14 all got re-started when i logged back into my google docs and had to re-write the whole thing,and the draft of the chapter 10 here on UWO had disappeared for some reason. Soooooo you might as well wait for one week til i update it ToT)
          
          NEW OCS AND ART?!-
          wep
          
          
          OHHH YEHS-
          
          im into (old) and new fandoms!!!
          Especially since gravity falls just had a nee book,the book of bill. That fandom rising up after a few years.
          I have a few more fics installed for this year!
          Tho updates are pretty slow
          Especially how my keyboard is making my writing wrong grammar,
          Im giving myself two toles for one
          And being a beta reader kinda sucks when your the one writing
          Cause-
          Like "OHHH THIS IS COOL WHEN-
          Oh wait... i hadnt written it yet.."
          
          
          ANDDDD-
          Time goes so fast!
          Im now in forth grade in high school and im so SO scared for senior year...
          Ive also been nominated as the "literary editor" in our- so call "view point" or the creative writing club to other countries, tho in my "view point" club thing, they have a lot more of literature and drawing stuff going on, so yeah.
          Ive become a literary editor... for poetry..
          Yay?