hey fam, here’s the lil teaser/introduction/first part-ish thing to this fic that imma be writing. the hashtag for it will be #DFAMshawn bc idk how to make a master list link thingamajig so LOL. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
began screeching at 7am, ripping you out of your deep sleep. You were so
exhausted from the football game at the school last night that when you tried
to sit up this morning, every muscle in your body ached, and you fell flat back,
somehow managing to practically concuss yourself from hitting your head on the
wall on your way down. After letting out a big Neanderthal-esq grunt, you
muster up the strength to pull yourself out of your cocoon of happiness (my
bed) and get up to take a shower. Today is the day that you and your two best
friends, Makenzie and Josiah (who happen to be the power couple of the century),
finally get to go see your favorite artist, Shawn Mendes, in concert.
When and how can I throw actual money at you for actual art?
if you mean commissions, the answer is…. one day…. maybe…. don’t give up hope
if you mean, like, give me money and get stuff in return, i have a gumroad where i sell digital comics and they’re all pretty darn good, and i also have a redbubble so you can get my art on a mug (wink wonk)
(( tbh i dont agree with favourites or cliques either in roleplay
i’ll roleplay with literally anybody so long as you’re not a twat which i think is fair game, it’s just that im super busy and have like one hundred thousand other roleplay blogs so getting a starter out of me is like getting blood out of a stone
(Hhhhh sorry boi) Friday watching Ara get hurt/killed and HE can't do anything really? Hhhh idk sorry--
Since tol boi ain’t my boi, i’ll make it Ara’s nightmare in some way- imma write it like and actual story, or try to anyway hhh
The night was cold and dark duh. It was quiet in the streets, for every monster had returned to their homes, except fro three. The streets may have been silent but that’s only because if two of the three “make any sound, i’ll kill the other right in front you you.” And the two didn’t want that to happen. A tall bear kid, a smaller spider skele, and an even smaller skele who-knows-what-else were in an alleyway. It was a deep alley in an abandoned part of the area.
One was tied up with the end of his own hat and the other was being abused by the bear kid in front of him. Friday tried to beg the bear kid to “Stop before you kill him!” But the Bear kid wouldn’t. He would reopen old wounds on the smaller skele and create new ones. No matter how used to pain he was it still hurt just as bad as the first time he ever got hit. None of the pain could compare to seeing his friend sad though. He usually sees him happy and has grown used to the face. When he sees his pal sad it hurts him so he would always try his best to cheer his bro up.
The beating was getting worse. There were silent sounds of cracking and breaking in between each hit. He was throw down in front of his friend, his eyes were dull and he could barely keep his eyes open. He was bleeding too much for the others comfort. Ara looked into his friends eyes and saw the hurt and horror. He smiled and weekly patted his friends face, “It’s cool, man. It hurts but it’s okay. It’s never.. gotten to this point before but um… we dunno how it can turn out. Maybe someone will… show up or um.. i’ll suddenly be able to use magic correctly…” His eyes started to fade, he felt his soul start to slowly shatter, he tried to talk as fast as he could to get it all out before…
“Uh… okay it’s not okay but.. don’t worry um.. You can beat this je.. jerk and uh” He started to loose his thoughts, “Uh.. where was I going with this. I dunno just beat the guy… beat him up and stuff…” The smaller boi wiped any tears from the others eyes, “Dude no don’t cry, it doesn’t fit you… well. I.. wish i could have told you.. I like … I like y…”
His words trailed off as his eyes faded. He couldn’t see anything but he just heard the faint echo of his friend saying “no” over and over. Ara sat up and noticed the “no”s where not only in the dream. He remembered he stayed the night at his pals house- He looked and saw his friend was also having a nightmare. His friend woke up in tears and looked at Ara like he had just seen a ghost. Friday hugged Ara like he hasn’t seen him in a million years, “I won’t let that happen, I promise”
WHO KNOWS IF THE DREAMS WERE TIED- mAYBE–
that’d be so cool if sometimes when Ara spends the night their dreams get tied together-