legs♡ I want to state that I DO NOT support anyone who uses and posts ai art . even IF you explicitly say it’s ai does not make the use of it better . the problem isn’t claiming it as your own , the problem is the fact that ai uses art from REAL artists who put time and effort into their work .

Nice buns. (THIS IS THE JOKE POLICE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!) I AIN'T BREADY TO GO BACK TO PRISON! [Mimics cocking a shotgun.]

[The blue haired boy nods, and writes out another message.] 'Should I bring snacks? Grill-Pizza? Stuff to MAKE grill-pizza? Am I even invited? I should have not assumed.'

[Sitting next to him, also with his music on. He has his own sketchbook with him, and he writes a note to Sam.] 'Heard about your Minecraft party (?) Was that a joke or are you actually throwing a Minecraft sesh-party mashup?' [Showing the page to Sam.]

[Keeps imagining himself taped to Sam's ceiling playing Minecraft like that one classic image of a LAN party circa the early 2000s.] ...Snrk.

I'll be there! What snacks should I bring?

Alright, kids. Gather round, I made brownies.

[Laying on the ground.]

📲: They don't like that a woman became a man, Alex. 📲: They think I'm a freak. 📲: Some people judge me more harshly just because they can't wrap their heads around me being comfy in my own skin. 📲: It's shit. 📲: It's been less since I came to Pelican Town, but you probably haven't noticed that ++

bsky.app/profile/beau... my tired ass posts another oc and vanishes ))

Oh, hell yeah. Sounds good, man. I'll hit you up later. I've gotta finish haulin' fish back to the beach. Ugh. [The stink is pretttttyy bad. But Shiloh hefts the box of fish into his arms and starts carrying it towards the beach.] Bye, Sam!

I'm actually uh. Looking to get better at drums. I can play, but not for very long, I have a hard time focusing sometimes, but I never really had a place to practice. But, uh, yeah. I could bring over my stuff and we could hang, yeah. [He's excited too, but he's holding back so much of it to ++

[Absolutely boppin' to Montero today.]

. . . Do you need a drummer? Or like, someone to do art for your albums of music? [His eyes are struggling to make contact, as if this is a big fucking deal or something.]

[God, it took him a second to pull back after fists connect. He realizes he hasn't had a real fist bump in a while.] . . . I've been meanin' to ask you somethin'.

Yeah, man. Fuck 'em. [Reaching out. Fist bump?]

... Yeah. Let's just-- say assholes. [Transphobic and controlling. One of many terrible combos parents can be.]

My parents ain't proud of my ass, and I really don't care.

(( the h-muse is no fucking joke jesus christ. i might just draw shiloh fan service at this point ooooooooooarrgh /neg

((screams in h-word muse. </3 ))

[By some fucking miracle, Shiloh catches the ball.] Oh, word?

Ice cream?!

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I cannot believe you'd come for my verticality-challenged ass.

[After his fiftieth fish of the day, he pops an edible into his mouth. Mmgh, chocolate.]

Thanks, I picked it myself. [A little transgender joke on his behalf. He nods.] Yeah, he's the only relative I have outside the city, and I gotta get a bit more fit now that I'm workin' for him at his shack. Other than fishin', I do art and video game stuff. Haven't had much time ++

[Watching the shot get sunk, Shiloh offers an awkward smile.] My name's Shiloh, I'm from the big city, and old man Willie is my great-uncle. Not really sure how long I'm gonna be here, but hopefully it's long enough for us to be friends. [Internal groan. Why is he yappin' so much?? Nerves.]

[Pale fingers lace into the grass as a blue haired head tips up at the sky. . . The wind billows harmlessly over and through him.]

[Curled in on himself by the river. Thinking.]

[Pinching temples.] Harvey, I don't think he'll learn this lesson on his own. . .

Sam, your arm is bent in a ghoulish direction, I don't think NOT seeing Harvey was an option.

[Puts Sam down in front of the infirmary. Walking behind him to force him inside.] Yo, Doc? You here? Sam fu-- I mean, totally scrambled up his arm!

[HUSTLES FASTER???? His headphones are slightly blaring Barbie Girl by Aqua. . .]

[Picks Sam up bridal style. Fishing strength!] I'm doing this for your own good, Sam. [Starts hustlin' to Harvey's!]

Dude... That looks like it hurts so bad. Does it?

Shit, dawg! ! ! That's foul. You want a all expenses paid trip to Harvey's?

[Just saw Sam eat total shit.] PARTY FOUUUUL-- wait, I think he's hurt. . .

📲: Curious. 📲: You wanna know what it's like to be trans? 📲: It's pretty shitty at first. 📲: You're not who you wanna be at the start. 📲: Sometimes you don't even know what you'll be in the future. 📲: Even now, now that I look the way I want and am in the body I want? ++

Just saw Sebastian's screensaver. Fucking hate it here.

[Sorting through fish he's caught today. . .]

[Sometimes, he wonders if he's a ghost. He drums on the fenceposts, quietly humming along.]

[Drumming a little beat for Alex to hum to.]

[He's writing a note to send to Sam and Sebastian. Tapping his pencil. How does he ask if a band needs a drummer? Is Abigail their drummer? Who knows. He finds himself anxiously drawing sharks and monsters on the edges of the note.]

(( narrator: but everything was not, in fact, "fine". /silly))