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[2015-01-20 01:29:08 +0000 UTC]
""Poor Wade""
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 50; Deviations: 100; Watchers: 104
Watching: 28; Pageviews: 30737; Comments Made: 20855; Friends: 28
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: My other smol gay friend, JasonFavorite movies: Don't know
Favorite TV shows: Lost, Transformers Prime
Favorite bands / musical artists: None
Favorite books: Books? 😂
Favorite writers: What am I, a smart human being
Favorite games: None
Favorite gaming platform: None
Tools of the Trade: None
Other Interests: roleplay, asmr, kinky yuri, anal bead gifs if I'm having a really good night lmao
# About me
Smol gay doodler. I'll do requests for almost anything...
Almost
The three rules to being a friend/watcher:
- Don't be a HOMOPHOBIC douche. I'm sure as hell not straight.
- Don't be a WATCH-AND-LEAVE douche. I'm not gonna watch you back for no reason.
- In general, just DON'T BE A DOUCHE unless you're critiquing. Then, you have the full opportunity to be a douche.
# Comments
Comments: 558
No comments are allowed on my profile, if you wanna talk casually you'll have to send me a note to PM you at hangouts.google.com/
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If you're somebody from an account that I already blocked, don't bother 😒🖕
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that's alright, no need to apologize! I understand where you're coming from.
Hey, that's a good point!
Honestly, and I know it might strike you weirdly, but I don't exactly remember- I believe it was something about Minecraft? I found you last night but ended up getting too tired to comment.
Im not into those franchises, no, but I don't mind throwing a watch your way. I still think your art looks really cool, and you put a lot of work into it. I actually also wanted to ask what program you used?
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Krita 2016. It's a free program that I got months back.
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i'm not near a computer to look it up, but is it a program that uses brushes and the like?
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It's a program that uses several brushes, yes. It also does lining.
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oh! Like a lineart later? Have you ever tried sai?
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No, but I've heard good things about it. I don't do layers, though- All of my paintings are done on one layer. Including the Prime Portrait.
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Woah- seriously? Thats remarkable - I don't now where I'd be without my layers! Well, if you Ever get the opportunity, you should definitley give it a try- it sounds a lot like your program!
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Trust me, it's not like it at all- I've seen people use it and tutorials, Krita's both its mirror reflection and exact opposite. The format, brushes, effects- everything, pretty much.
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oh really? That's odd. It sounded more similar than different. Nonetheless, you do very well in it- especially for just one layer!
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of course! May I ask a question?
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why was it that you were really untrusting to talk to me when I first commented? I'm not trying to start anything or be rude, nothing of that sort. If you're uncomfortable answering, let me know.
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Well, for a long time I had a crush on a girl on here that so happened to be a huge homophobe and anti-LGBTQ member. I first started a fake rivalry with her, so that she would never guess I liked her... After she decided to become friends, I couldn't resist telling her the truth about how I felt about her. She first said she was fine with it, but then stopped talking to me for two months.
Afterwards, she told me that I was a "gay-ass bitch pedophile that would be reported and was soon to get what I deserved", and tried to report to the police and lied about my age saying I was eighteen and secretly a male and that I downloaded illegal images of her so I could be falsely arrested for charges I never commited.
Her friends all believed her before I gave proof of my age, gender, identity and messages and that I only told her that I liked her, and the police denied the report seeing that she was lying- this happened only two days ago.
I thought you were one of her friends trying to soften me up and continue to harass me.
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Oh- okay, wow. That's.. Look, i'm really sorry. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it but that is completely ridiculous and I'm very sorry you had to go through that.
So is it over now, if you don't mind my asking? Or are they still harassing you?
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No, so far she and her friends haven't spread any rumors after I gave them full proof that she was bluffing and filling in a fake incident report and the police affirmed it.
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well, good. Good for you. But I'm still terribly sorry people can be so cruel.
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It's okay. It's just what happens with people like me.
Anyway... Do you do roleplays?
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you don't seem like you deserve it.
Depends what it's about? What did you have in mind?
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Haven't done a random one in a while... Meh, do you want to do some random free-verse OC mash?
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I don't RP much so I'm afraid I don't know what that means - do I just pick a human character to roleplay as with one of yours? Something like that?
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Well, it's basically the roleplayer's choice. Usually both of the roleplayers use themselves in it, as well as have their OCs meet each other in whatever random unplanned scenario that both of them decide [and in whatever fandom they both know]. It's the most common type of roleplay. It's kind of like a sandbox game. Unpredictable, can be fun, horrific, romantic, all of the above. Try to imagine Minecraft on Spectator mode with cheats but with roleplaying.
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sorry for the rudimentary questions, but, it's kinda like I'm meeting you? Is that what you meant? Or is it my OCs?
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Both; you pick a scenario & place, me & you are both there somehow and our OCs meet each other [and you or me]. Let's take FNAF for example- we both take the night shift together, we already know each other, and our OCs come along with us to meet each other and pick specific friends with each other. Canon characters can even jump in from time to time.
[And, sometimes you might even get some OC x insert action. I'm planning that for one of mine...]
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okay, yeah! That makes sense, i'm up for it! But if I do something wrong or there's a better way of transitioning from myself to an OC, would you mind letting me know?
Also what you said in brackets - elaborate?
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Alright. Just remember- you're you, and your OCs are your OCs. Don't get them mixed up... It happens way too often with RP'ers.
You pick the scenario- I've run clean out of ideas, and you're the guest.
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well, alright! I might be rusty.
I'm gonna put this in the form of a narraration by myself.
It's been really quiet here for a while, even with the bustling streets and the angry drivers and the towering buildings. It's quiet in a way that I walk the busy streets feeling alone.
I've never really been a fan of this city ever since I was born here. But something keeps telling me not to move. So I guess I'm stuck here, in a smelly old apartment next to a smelly old diner that I just happen to love. I'm heading down there to the bar in search of my everyday meal by myself - like it always has been. But I'm mighty tired of being alone.
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...You did have a few precious things in your life; your friends [insert your favorite OCs]. They had lived with you for a while, keeping you company- and keeping you alive. They were the closest friends you ever had… You did create them, after all. They were in all of your drawings, and… Someday, they appeared. You dared not tell a soul of them, though…
There was one other friend you did have, an acquaintance rather- you never knew her too well. she worked with you on some small part-time jobs. She never told you how she got here, though… It was a secret.
Well, my secret, rather… I was that friend. I remember my family, my friends- all before I fell asleep one night with my precious OCs in a journal bundled in my arms and the morning I woke up I happened to be in an abandoned lakeside house a bit far off from that home city of yours.
And lo, my OCs had been resting there beside me… Even more lively than the images I had drawn them in… They had been real.
A seven-eleven store clerk knew of my mysterious homelessness and appearance in this city. He had loaned me food and living supplies to have a small electricity-less but somehow managing life in an abandoned lakeside house.
Only one of my OCs needed daily feeding, and that was a small twelve-year-old human being named Lindele. She was the closest to normal out of our lonely threesome in the house… Although, thanks to her design she couldn’t walk out in public with her beady anime-like eyes attracting attention.
My other, Snowstorm had already a full stock of low-concentration energon, which he only needed to exchange once a year and not much at all thanks to his Cybertronian design. He was fifteen feet high, rather thick and rounded around the limbs for a pre-built Cybertronian- and happened to be our vehicle for getting to places as well as Lindele’s main caretaker while I was gone on part-time shifts with you. He was the queerest of us.
[Now you make a similar background scenario with your OCs and your current position.]
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I had few friends, and two of which were very.. unusual, to say the least.
But the most normal- seemingly- you. I had been expectimg a visit from you for quite a while but you never did show. Due to my low budget and your apparently incapable money supply, we had no way of getting in contact to eachother.
As one could imagine, it was very VERY tough getting in touch. But the weirdest thing happened one night. During me contemplating to give up to my parents that they were right that I couldn't live alone, I broke into tears, swaddling my sketchbook tightly in my arms. When I was done, a good few of the pages covered with assorted colors had dripped down, mixing the pretty blue hues of my favorite character Jasper together. She was short, pale, and chubby with the brightest ombre blue hair. She had a fair share of piercings and seemed like the stereotypical grunge character that one would make when they're twelve. But she was much more than that to me, her freckles were warm and she loved the cold as I did, she was much like me except possibly more positive and confident. Nonetheless, she was fun to draw and occupied much of my sketchbook.
I looked across my bland, one- room apartment to my laptop - wallpapers of assorted commissioned characters art flashed across. One of the pictures stayed an extra long time, it was the ref of one of my main characters, Ghost.
He was a very weird OC. He stood very tall and lanky with nearly no meat on his bones. His hair was a metallic grey with darker matte grey sideburns, and he wore baggy clothes and leggings near to 100% of the time. He was Ghostly pale, one would think that's where he got his name. But the truth was, he was scared by a ghost when he was younger, and it scarred him- provided him with a nervous temper and one yellow eye with two pupils and one blue eye with one. He was scared, always. But he found comfort in the cold, like Jasper, which puts me to think they'd be good together.
But anyway, after my loud sobfest, I fell asleep. The sketchbook slipped from my grasp and I found myself snuggling into something warm when I awoke.
There they were - the two, most prized characters of mine. In my bed. Like any regular human, I panicked - throwing myself back and off of the bed and away from Ghost, whom was the warm body I felt. Jasper fell off with me as she was behind me- and I was instantly confused. Nothing had happened, but they had happened. And I was alarmed. But to this day, they're very close with me and to my heart and I guess it isn't all too lonely here in this dumb city.
But I miss you, friend - I wonder when you'll visit me.
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I did wonder that too, after I had arrived home with supplies mountaining in the back of Snowstorm's cab. He hated a large load of supplies, and pretty much any foreign object in his grey 4-runner spacious trunk either than Lindele and I. He despised the feeling more than death, and even worse he whined about it through his non-vocal communicator all the way home; giving off deep clicks forming repetitive vibrations and hiccups that could be mentally signaled as sentences that anyone could understand.
It never caused him pain, but he had always been sensitive to specific touches; thanks to his young profile that I had given him. I never blamed him too much for his behavior, he was basically a newborn with very mild Asperger's Syndrome. He never acted too unaware of his surroundings to the point of it being noticeable, though. He just seemed admirably dumbfounded.
...And, his trunk in vehicle mode had been a close attachment to his tail plating; He described it as just feeling weird and uncomfortable.
-- Present moment --
He had begun to whine through dipping and rising pitches once more, making a fuss while slightly shaking the front end of his cab in frustration.
"...Wh-? Ah, come on! I don't wanna have this on the back of my tail plating again! It just... It just-!"
I spoke to him back while hauling the last crate into his trunk, ragdolling myself back into the driver's seat and then looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. "What have I told you before? Be grateful that you aren't my family's old Volvo that they used for over-pampered family camping trips. Besides, the sooner we go the sooner Lindele won't get worried that we're gone out so late. It took a while to get those extra few crates, you know. It'll get us through fall and half of winter plentifully."
He let off an inaudible groan of deep throbbing pitches that could nearly deafen a child's eardrums. Supply-loading was not fun for him.
"Fine. Just tell me we're not bringing those supplies to the workplace tomorrow!"
"I promise, you dummy."
"Stop calling me names-! I... I don't like it!" He complained in a psychological slur in his communication.
With that, we had driven home. I had wondered what it was like at your home, living there normally... I thought to myself that it wouldn't be as crazy at it was for me and my two OCs, but I sure was wrong to later be discovered...
[Make a home-scenario with your OCs sort of like I just did. Sort of like coming home from work, or running to the store.]
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As much as my situation was more desirable- I was dealing with kids, almost. Seriously.
There was constant moaning from Jasper about her broken headphones, the lack of sriracha in the house, or how tired she was, Ghost was much more down to Earth. But he realized it was time we went out for food rather than eating frozen meals heated up in a weak microwave.
So, I agreed with him and out we went. I thought of you, wondering why you haven't seen me lately.
Ghost, Jasper, and I headed out to walk to grab dinner in one of the surrounding local food joints.
"What are we in the mood for-" I began to inquire before Jasper interrupted,
"Pizza!"
And in came Ghost.
"Chinese!"
"Pizza! Breadsticks!"
"Chinese! Egg Rolls! Come on, you eat frozen pizza every day. Can't you have a break?"
"Oh, don't act like you don't eat those cheap frozen egg roll packages from Pei Wei ALL the time!"
I felt the need for an aspirin. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the two, hushing them.
"You BOTH need to relax. I'm picking, and we're going to go to Zaxby's. No more bickering, please!" I barked, spinning back on my heel, facing the road. I gestured for them to follow me as we headed to the brightly lit building in our way.
We just began to get settled when I brought the thought of you up to the both of them.
"I have this friend. Granted, I haven't seen her in a while- I barely remember what she looks like. I'm truly hoping soon you'll get to meet her- but that's only if she ever gets in contact with me or visits. I can't believe you guys came to be before I saw her again-" and from there, I proceeded to tell stories about our frail friendship as we knew each other.
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[I think I might add one more background-present-time-story, since I never got to sneak in Lindele... Mind if I do that? Your OCs are pretty cool, by the way.]
After we arrived at home, at first Snowstorm had let me get the crates indoors as well as below the balcony for refrigeration; if I guessed correctly, Lindele was being a good little girl and keeping the furnace running. We would probably eat as soon as we got inside.
Snowstorm then shook his chassis in a shivering motion as he had the burden of the crates off of his metal tail-plating; adding a deep stuttering vibration from his non-vocal communicator for emphasis. He sure was glad to shake that feeling off...
Shortly afterwards, he then became a bit less oblivious, widening his eyes and smiling to imagine his dear friend Lindele again. He then dropped his knee-plating to the ground with a stomp, his body hunched over to see the bright tweenage girl jump out of the door and trot over towards her friend, blonde curls bouncing above her strangely-thin arms and on her backside as well as her green and azure eyes greeting him like the sea against forest once more.
"Snowstorm!" She exclaimed with her soft voice, her frail pale fingers beneath her oversized hoodie wrapping around his large neck and her head pressing to his metal muscle-strings.
The fifteen-foot Cybertronian had guzzled deeply with his communicator in deep vibrations of happiness, his lower optic lids raised high as he backed away from her embrace to nuzzle her forehead with his forehelm peak and then lifting her and then nuzzling her belly roughly in his servos with a great smile. Lindele chuckled and squeaked, smiling and trying to do so in return playfully.
"Be careful with her, you big flurry, you! She's only a twelve-year-old human, you know." I smirked and shook my head. "...I can't have you break her before she might meet..." I trailed off, seeming to be rather hesitant in naming. "...Nevermind..."
[Since you're the guest, you can make the situation where we meet each other. Maybe at work, or something...]
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Sure. Self-insert or you controlling one character while I control another?
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How about I just go as a gesture that I'm not here on behalf of anything but my own volition?
I'm hardly one to pick fights with strangers over the Internet. I'm no pacifist, I just try not to fight with people I don't know.
I read one comment of yours, and a few things on your page, and left a comment. Anything short of you wanting to argue could leave us parting on neutral terms.
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I'm not fighting with you, I'm telling you to back off and get off of my case already. I don't work with people who don't care about anything else but my rough edges. You're obviously heartless enough to do that, and I don't like that.
Someone who stands up for other kids on the web who don't know how to defend themselves shouldn't be admired because of their verbal weaponry towards others who do them harm, sweetie.
I don't really find a reason why I shouldn't have blocked you.
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