Alright so, @levonolev, I love your blogs and I’ve had some free time since finals week is over and to de-stress, I figured why not draw your adorable fluffy sona. I was t entirely sure what color the body was, so I melded several shades of blues, purples and black together. I’m sorry my shading is bad, I haven’t drawn for months… but I really did try. I hope you enjoy!
Dean x Reader (Butterfly Effect Story, Read “please read this note” for guidelines)
PLESE READ THIS NOTE!!!: This is a butterfly effect series. Meaning you as the reader have choices as to how your story plays out. After each section you’ll be given a two to three option choice. The choice you pick will change how the story plays out for you. When asked: (What do you do?),you’ll need to click on the bold choice you’ve made below that, which will lead you to the next part of your story.
Warnings for this section: Second paragraph is suggestive.
A/n: Butterfly Effect series. Meaning if you don’t start at the first you won’t understand a damn thing. Lucky for you this is the first.
“I don’t understand these feelings. The ones that lurk deep within my core. What’s worse is I have no idea how I’m supposed to act upon them.” You put down on the top part of your pen before continuing to write in the leather bound journal.
“Dean’s the type of guy with two sides. One is loving wrapped in a sugar coat of enough sweetness you’d get a tooth ache. The other would bind you to the bed with handcuffs. Watch as you lied beneath him, begging for a thread. Waiting until all hell was about to break loose before finally bringing release.” Shutting your eyes you paused, envisioning everything you were jotting down. “Thing is, I can’t decide which part of him I crave more…maybe it’s just him in general. Or maybe it’s-”
“Whatcha writin’ ?” No other then Dean’s voice crept up behind you in a singsong tone. Stopping your train of thought mid sentence.
Your hands quickly placed themselves on both covers of the journal, slapping it shut quickly before shaking off what little mind games still frolicked in your head.
“Something called non ya’.” You chimed back at him, holding the journal tightly to your chest. Even as you spun yourself once in the desk chair your dragged out to the Bunker’s main table.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a middle schooler crisis book filled with pink fluffy innocence.” He laughed lightly as he spoke from behind still.
“It’s not a crisis book, for one. And where do you see any pink fluffy innocent anything?” Closing your eyes tightly at the thought of a thick pink fluff covered diary with an equally fluffy pen, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Well if you let me read it, I’m sure I could pick out all the Princess Penelope entries.” While you couldn’t see the smile creeping on his lips, the sound of his voice painted a perfect picture of his equally perfect facial features.
A firm hand took control of your chair, spinning it around only until your eyes were in sight of his. He paused his movement, only for a moment. Long enough to draw a thick line of invisible tension between the eye contact you made. Bending over he slipped his hands over the arm rests of the chair before speaking in a deep cook tone.
“Unless you’ve got something about me in there.” His eyebrow cocked upward. The devilish smile he played on his tauntingly perfect lips only threatened the goosebumps on your arms to reveal their presence.
(What do you do? Click your on your answer below.)
seeing reactions to fidget spinners in a non-attention span aiding context is bizarre because like
has the generational gap truly occurred so that people forgot that schoolyard trends are a thing
collectable objects that are fun to play with like fluffy pens, shock pens, pogs, marbles, cards, spinning tops, bouncy balls, bracelets, slap bands, slime, pretty much anything you can get from those “educational” kids toy shops
and that doesn’t even include tech toy trends or things like heelies or hoverboards
Committing studyblr crime by working on my bed but I’m exhausted and it’s a Sunday oops. Writing an essay for English and highkey losing motivation do tryna find some inspirational quotes to keep me going so I don’t lose my mind. Oh well my midliners finally came after a month of waiting but it was soooooo worth it they have no exaggeration changed my life I feel replenished. And I love my fluffy socks a lot
Hello Wilford!! How do you feel about people calling you Bubble Gum Bitch? (Also you're really cool and I'm jealous of you for being that cool)
“Hello! I love the enthUS-iasm!” Wilford was in a good mood because he finished his essay that took a VERY long time to write.
Wilford’s happy mood suddenly dropped, “People CALL mE this? WHhy is this the first time I’m sEEing this NICK-name?!” Wilford looked up the nickname and found out that people do call him this name.
“You guys are hoNEStly so weird….but so am I!!” Wilford took out his pink fluffy pen and wrote down the nickname on a sticky note. “That one's gOing on mY ‘New Names’ list <3 I think Dark wiLL like this cOde nAme out of evEryOne.”
“Me? Cool? wHHhhy thaank yOu very much but I think yoo0ur pretty coOl for being here with ol’ Warfie ;3 guYs what dOes that face mEAn & why do peOple usE it?”