#but also I'm in just a weird mood where I want to paint more and sketch less for some unholy not-really-art-block reason

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Coming out of the void and doing just fine

#hihihihi hello #my ârt #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf #so uhhhhhh I haven't posted as much lately #the reason is just a combination of school and unrelated projects #but I do thinks it's very funny to post a drawing #vanish for a month #then post one more of the same blorbo but with noticeable art improvements #just a lot of oc stuff that would take way too much explanation to put here lmao #but also I'm in just a weird mood where I want to paint more and sketch less for some unholy not-really-art-block reason #hence the inky moon #I'm in a training arc just you wait #if you read this far I'm giving you one of those jelly cookies

[neonghostlights]

I had this idea the other day would be kinda cute. But dad Eddie picking up his kiddo from school (preschool or daycare im thinking) and he keeps seeing reader picking up what he think is her kiddo too and she gets his attention cuz she keeps wearing funny t shirts either bands or movies he likes. Maybe he gets the nerve to talk to her one day but its someone new picking up the kiddo (ends up being kids mom). Turns out readers picking up her nephew or something and Eddies like bummed cuz he thinks a single girl isnt gonna want a dad. Blah blah shes totally into him but super shy. Idk. Just thought i'd be cute. Totally cool if it doesnt spark something. U can change whatever u want. 😊

I freaking love dad!eddie and I love this request! Thank you so much for sending it to me!! I am also VERY sorry it took me so long to write this.

Warnings: Love at first sight,Single Dad!Eddie, Fluff, little bit of shy Eddie, mention of kidnapping, I didn't edit this and I'm sorry if it sucks

Wordcount: 2k

She Is So Cool

It was a rainy Monday when Eddie first saw you. 

It was only the third week of school. Just enough time for the newness to wear off and for his daughter to be over waking up early in the morning. 

This morning had been rough for him and his daughter Janie. 

She didn’t like her hair. Eddie didn’t think his pre-schooler would be so worried about something like that. He thought he’d have years before he’d see his daughter scream that her hair wasn’t right. 

It kind of hurt his feelings. He thought he had done a good job on her curls. 

It didn’t matter anyways. The rain had done a number on her hair the second they stepped out of the door. 

And then she cried about that. 

Janie hadn’t slept well the night before either. Which is what Eddie contributed the majority of her mood to be from. 

And when Janie wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t sleeping either. 

Janie’s preschool was small, only big enough to house the toddlers of Hawkins. It was a yellow building with the rainbow colored handprints of past students decorating the painted bricks by the front door.

That’s where he first saw you. 

You were standing beside the front door, right in front of the handprints. You held the hand of a small boy who was holding up something to you proudly. 

You were wearing a metallica t-shirt, an exact replica to the one he had at home. He watched as a mom rolled her eyes at the holes in your jeans that went all the way up your thighs. 

Eddie only realized when he got closer that the boy held a wriggling worm in between his fingers, dangling it in front of your face as you crouched before him. 

He expected to hear you scream or for you to demand that the boy drop it at once. 

But you surprised him. Instead of doing any of that, you just smiled and took it out of his hand and gently held it between yours before carefully putting it in a pile of dirt.

The boy talked enthusiastically, pointing excitedly at the worm wriggling into the dirt. 

“Super cool, Chance,” you said sweetly to the boy before taking his hand once more and leading him inside the building. 

Eddie was intrigued. He didn’t think he had ever seen you before at pick up or drop off. He would have definitely remembered seeing your face amongst the piles of overwhelmed parents every morning and afternoon. 

Janie skipped beside him, holding onto his hand tightly. Eddie led her into the building, helping her slip off her rain jacket and hang up her backpack. 

You smiled at him as he passed you and your son. Eddie felt a little feeling in his chest that made him nervous. It was something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Eddie pushed it down as he checked his daughter into school. 

Eddie didn’t see you or your son at school pick up on Monday, nor did he see you Tuesday morning. 

It was weird to him. He had never thought this much about a stranger before. Especially not one that he had only seen for five seconds. 

Eddie thought that maybe it was desperate infatuation that had him daydreaming how to start a conversation with you during his lunch break for two days in a row. 

All of his dreaming came to a head when he saw you Tuesday afternoon, picking up your son. 

You were walking into the building while he was walking out. Janie chattered excitedly about the cool painting she did that day, which was still wet and hanging limply between a few of his fingers. 

Eddie was giving his daughter his full attention and juggling her backpack, which was much heavier than how it was when he dropped her off that morning, and her freshly painted masterpiece when he ran into you. 

“Uh oh!” Janie screamed at the top of her lungs. 

The pink, yellow, and blue painting of a tree had smushed against your black top, covering you in a mess. 

Eddie was horrified. Instead of the cool pick up lines he had come up but never used he covered you in paint instead and ruined your outfit. 

Eddie waited for you to yell at him or call him a freak like he would hear the other parents whisper behind his back when he walked by. 

“I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry,” Eddie repeated over and over again, hoping that he could take Janie and run before you flipped out and called him every name under the sun for ruining your clothes. 

But instead of that, you stared down at your ruined top and a wide smile spread across your face. 

“I think it looks even better now,” you said, head tilted to look down at your shirt still like you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Like it was the best thing you had seen in the world. 

“It does!” Janie giggled. Eddie was surprised she wasn’t upset. She had been so excited over the painting and now she was excited over you and your shirt. 

“You are such an artist! A fashion designer!” You whispered excitedly to Janie like it was the best secret in the world. 

Janie giggled behind her hand, looking up to Eddie to make sure he heard it. 

“I am so sorry,” was all Eddie could say, repeating himself like a broken record. 

“No worries,” You said with a smile as you stepped around him to go into the building, humming a tune under your breath. 

Janie had quieted down as they walked closer to the car and he thought then that the fact that her painting was ruined had finally hit her. Eddie was already contemplating stopping by a craft store to see if they could recreate it at home. 

“She is so cool,” Janie said matter of factly as he buckled her into her carseat. 

Eddie froze for a second. Firstly because his daughter was once again acting like a teenager and not a preschooler and second because he thinks that five second interaction with you might have made him fall in love. 

Wednesday he thought he’d be cool. Maybe even hit you with a pick up line or something. 

Dating hadn’t been a thing since Janie came along. 

He wouldn’t change anything in his life ever because it all led up to his beautiful daughter being born. But yeah, he did miss out on stuff. Old Eddie would have been able to charm the pants off you. New Eddie was a little more reserved, worn down by life. 

Dating or even relationships really hadn’t been on his mind for the past few years. Working fulltime and taking care of Janie full time made it so he didn’t have the space in his brain to think about much else. 

So, that’s why it shocked him even that he had been putting so much thought into speaking to you.

Eddie even rubbed some cologne on himself in the car before he walked into the school Wednesday afternoon to pick up Janie. It was cheap, something that he had picked up at the dollar store that claimed to be comparable to a fancy name brand. 

He didn’t have time to clean off the oil and grease stains from work like he had hoped to you. He was hoping that maybe you were into that. 

You happened to be walking in at the same time he was and Eddie’s stomach did a little flip. 

“Thank you,” you said with a shy smile as he held the door open for you. 

He didn’t miss the way you looked him up and down, appreciating the same way he was probably looking at you. 

Eddie had this moment planned in his head. He would walk up to you, introduce himself and maybe even ask you out to dinner or something. Or would that be moving too fast. 

You just looked especially pretty today in a black dress with little white flowers that hit the top of your boots and a denim jacket. 

He wasn’t expecting you to be so pretty even though he had noticed it before. 

He should have really talked to Harrington about this. 

In the midst of his mental crisis, he hadn’t even realized you had come and gone with your son until he turned around to finally say something to you. 

As he walked out to his car he promised himself that tomorrow would be the day. 

He practiced in the rearview mirror on Thursday before he got out of the car. 

He had a long pep talk on the phone with Harrington the night before. Which Eddie would hate to admit was a little helpful. 

Especially the bit that Robin added in when she grabbed the phone from Steve about him not getting any younger and growing a pair before it’s too late. 

Eddie strolled into that preschool like he owned the place, not even bothering to care at the harsh stares of the other parents that he usually was victim to. 

Janie ran to him as soon as he walked in, wrapping her arms around his legs. 

He crouched down, asking her how her day was when he saw your son walking out the door with another woman. 

He looked up at the teachers, both busy and not paying attention to the possible kidnapping taking place right under their noses. 

Now, Eddie would usually mind his business. But if someone else that was not Janie’s parent tried to walk out of the building with his daughter he would hope someone would say something too. The worst case scenario was rushing through his brain. 

“Hey!” He called after the woman before she could make it too far out of the door. He grabbed Janie’s hand, not wanting to leave her unattended. 

She didn’t turn around until he was right behind her. 

“Hey! What are you doing walking out of here with that kid?” Eddie confronted her. 

“Excuse me?” The lady gasped, tucking your son behind her. 

“You heard me,” Eddie said. 

“This is my son,” the lady yelled back, not backing down. 

“Then how come I’ve never seen you before? I’ve seen his mom before and it’s not you.” 

There was a brief moment where the woman processed what he was saying before she threw her head back and laughed loudly. 

It wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. 

“Yeah, that’s my sister. She picks him up for me because of my work schedule,” the woman said once she caught her breath. 

Eddie almost accused her of making excuses when the little boy peeked out from behind her legs. 

“Mommy, can we please go now?” 

Eddie had never been so embarrassed in his life. 

He didn’t even get to apologize before the woman was walking away, the little boy turning around to wave at Janie. 

The woman paused for a moment, looking over at her shoulder at Eddie to offer one little piece of advice. 

“You should really talk to her!” 

Eddie got to the preschool early Friday afternoon. 

He was on a mission. 

And when he saw you, he didn’t even think twice when he walked up to you. 

Your eyes lit up when you saw him, giving him a sweet smile. 

He wondered if your sister had told you what happened yesterday. He didn’t want to think about it too much, the embarrassment still not having worn off. 

You pushed off the wall you were leaning against, probably confused on why he was rushing towards you like this. 

He didn’t waste any time this time. 

“Hi, I’m Eddie.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #dad!eddie munson

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ belong ~

an: hello everyone ❄️ decided to write some more small fluff / filler content ! i swear there's not enough bi-han love man LETS KEEP THOSE FANFICS AND HEADCANONS ROLLING 😈also i came up with this idea while i was h!gh as hell so please excuse me if the idea itself seems a bit weird this is why i need requests from people because i am TOO lazy to think of any good ideas on my own

if u guys want something different to spice things up like headcanons or smthn just ask :-) honestly i don't know how good i'd be at writing smut so it's not of priority right now but if people request it i can certainly try

anyways i hope u guys enjoy some fluffiness to kick off the winter szn !!

note; bi-han and reader are married in this story + a little bit of toxicness but it's not from bi-han

++ this isn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes

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you had been married to bi-han for about a year now. your duties separate from the lin kuei often required you to travel far and abroad where you couldn't see your husband for weeks at the time. you didn't complain too much at first, but it got a bit frustrating after some time -- nothing that you couldn't overcome though. on the other hand, bi-han was IRRITABLE. it felt like the whole stronghold was walking on eggshells around its grandmaster, careful not to say or do the one thing that would set him off. he was sexually frustrated and grumpy on incomprehensible levels. everyone around the clan noticed how much angrier he had become. he'd bark orders at an unprecedented rate and mean mugged everyone who came across his path. even having the kitchen staff make all his favourite meals from when he was younger did nothing to wipe the horrible scowl painted on his face. when you were at the lin kuei stronghold, you and bi-han collectively sat down with the rest of the ninjas for dinners -- something that bi-han often avoided before meeting you. however, with a bit of nudging from you, he started to participate in group dinners more, even enjoying them (though he would never admit to this). there would still be a grimace on his face, but having you beside him made everything more palatable anyway. when asked why he seemed a little more irritable than usual, he stormed off and dismissed the question.

"i am the grandmaster, i will NOT answer to you."

smoke had realized that soon enough the only way to get him over his mood fluctuations and have some semblance of peace would be to get you back at the dojo. your phone's ringtone blared alarmingly, and you picked up the call in annoyance.

"tomas? what are you calling me about? can it wait? i'm really busy right now."

smoke lets out a sigh of relief now that he's gotten ahold of you.

"(name)! we really need you back at the lin kuei. bi-han's really ...cranky without you there," he whispers the last part, almost like he's scared bi-han will snatch him up out of nowhere. you pay no heed to tomas' concerning remarks, continuing to write down on the ledger on your desk.

"i'm sure my husband is just a little overwhelmed with his duties right now, this has nothing to do with me. give him some slack. he's fine."

smoke spoke with more urgency now.

"(name), he really is frustrated because of you. today, frost said '(name)’s hair' but he thought she meant '(name)’s here' and i swear i thought i saw his eyes gloss over like a dog seeing its owner for the first time in forever. ever since he found out frost was talking about your hair and not about you actually being here, he's been giving frost dirty looks. i think she's starting to get pissed off now that i think about it..."

you put down your pen and look up at the curtains of the hotel room in front of you, sighing. it was more serious than you previously expected. your face twisted in cruel humour, and you knew it'd be funny to use this opportunity to prank your husband and see what his reaction is.

"you know what tomas. i'm sure i can get out of these meetings and make it back to the stronghold by tomorrow dawn. i'll come back."

tomas sighs, finally unanxious.

"thank you, (name)! i knew you'd pu-"

"but i wanna play a prank on him. and you're gonna help me observe and set the environment."

tomas sighs once again, but out of exasperation.

"i don't wanna participate if it's too extreme. i've already caught the brunt of bi-han's verbal torment this week." you chuckle at his expense. "don't worry tomas, i'll make sure he doesn't hurl an ice pick at you. this prank is harmless, i promise. it's just for me to see his reaction." "fine. what are you planning on doing?" "sit tight and don't stress. i'll tell you when i'm on my way back."

you had informed tomas of the most perfect plan. you'd get back to your husband -- not long enough that he'd go back to his normal, serene state when he was with you but enough that he'd manage to calm his heartrate a bit. you were planning on inviting the daughter of a family friend of bi-han's family when he was younger. she had eyes for him all these years, still pointing to hints that she would pursue him despite the fact that he was now married to you. you would invite her over and have her bug bi-han (dare you say, flirt) and follow him all around the stronghold. you wanted to see if that so-called sexual frustration that tomas was referring to earlier really mattered in the case of every woman or if it was exclusive to only you. was it toxic? perhaps. could it be considered manipulative to use his father's family friend's daughter who had probably loved him for the last 10 years to get him closer to you? most likely. would you love every second of it nonetheless? absolutely.

you didn't inform bi-han of your arrival. as far as he knew, you were still going to be a few weeks out from coming back. you walked in through a secret back entrance bi-han had only told you about just in case the stronghold was ever attacked and he needed to get you out safely. you walked through the corridors and heard your husband's hoarse voice coming from the large drawing room across from you. you walked in quietly and sneakily, but obviously not subtly enough considering bi-han had his eyes immediately on you.

"(name)....," he almost whispered, his eyes widening.

you give everyone in the room a wave, including the senior ninjas, which they kindly return with a nod of their own.

"clear the room," bi-han asserts hastily. his tone isn't as harsh as it was before. the ninjas comply almost immediately when they've noticed his demeanor soften up a bit, realizing that you've worked your magic. as soon as the last ninja is out the door, bi-han is by your side in a half of an instant, taking your face into his broad hands.

"hey," you say softly. you were tired from your trip, but being in his presence and ironically his warmth doubled the exhaustion and fatigue your body had attempted to so valiantly fight off.

"you didn't inform me of your early arrival."

you smile into his palm, your head tilting a bit as you rest your own palm on his hand.

"wanted to surprise you, my love."

he looks at you intensely for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

"i will excuse myself from my duties today. perhaps i can get kuai liang to take over for me."

"why, bi-han? we can catch up late. i don't want you neglecting your duties because of me."

a small scoff escapes his lips.

"it's been much of the other way around. we have not seen each other in weeks. the lin kuei can do without its grandmaster for a few hours."

you look at him mischievously for a brief second before you hear the faint sounds of footsteps outside the drawing room. your plan was coming to fruition before your eyes. rina had come along just on time.

"actually, bi-han, i think we might have a change of plans. rina is coming over today!"

bi-han shifted his gaze from you to rina, who was standing out in the hallway. it was safe to say he was unamused.

"rina. i wasn't aware you were going to be here. it seems as though i've been misinformed on MANY fronts," he says, side-eyeing you. you pay him no mind, bringing rina closer.

"i have to deal with a bit more business-"

bi-han looked at you in disbelief. who the hell did you think you were, the president? a grandmaster yourself?

"--BUT i promise it won't take too long. rina wanted to catch up with you too, so i thought why not kill two birds with one stone?," you say, trying to resist the impending smirk on your face. bi-han was clearly displeased but you gave his arm a squeeze and whispered, "just a few hours," and he knew he'd have your company again in no time. he sighed quietly, before slightly nodding again.

"if i must."

you disappeared to find smoke and left bi-han with rina to do god knows what. you found tomas sparring with some of the newer initiates out in the courtyard and ran up to him, dragging him away from kombat.

"h-hey!," smoke exclaimed.

"c'mon! i finally got bi-han to agree to meeting with rina. now we gotta go hide around the place and see how he reacts with her around."

"this is ... not nice.." smoke remarks uneasily.

you roll your eyes. yeah it isn't nice, but it's funny and it's not like you actually meant any harm by this prank. you and tomas make your way to the blindspots around the lin kuei and spot bi-han walking as rina edges closer to him. you guys get in close enough to try and make sense of their conversation.

bi-han walks into his room and changes into a new hanfu, the same shade of dark blue he often wears. the collar part of the attire is folded, and rina brings her hand closer to fix it but just as she’s about to mend it, bi-han grabs her hand.

“what do you think you’re doing,” he lowly seethes, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

rina shakes him off, annoyed. “i was just trying to help you, calm down!”

“unless i ask for your assistance, it is not required.” he says stoically before making his way down the corridor again. you and tomas both exchange a strange look. you didn’t want rina dead by the end of this prank. silence is shared between bi-han and rina for the next minute before the latter pipes up again.

"you haven't seen your wife in a while, huh?" rina asks coyly. bi-han turns to look at her for a second before turning back around and keeping that stern look on his face.

"no. her business keeps her away from m-the stronghold quite often,” bi-han remarks quietly.

“you know most wives stick with their husbands and don’t just leave them on their own for weeks on end. perhaps there may be something that you aren’t aware of…,” rina whispers before her statement trails off.

bi-han stops in his tracks and turns around yo face her.

“do not think to insinuate such horrible things about my wife again so shamelessly. you forget your place when you spew these things -- do not forget, SHE invited you here as a token of her hospitality. i did not."

rina chuckles. at first glance, it would seem that she does this sarcastically at first, but it seems like those words really stung rina.

"i'm leaving."

"you know your way out."

tomas sucks a deep breath in while you look down in defeat.

"ooh, boy. alright, i think you were right." "you needed a prank to prove that?!"

you wave tomas away.

"i will make sure there are no further casualties," you say to tomas, as you give him a small hit on his arm and make your way to your marital bedroom. on your way there, you see rina coming your way. you have to pretend like you didn't just witness your husband eat up this poor woman. you smile and put your hands together, bowing to her.

"hey rina! how's it going? i wa-" she puts her palm towards your face and continues walking away.

"i don't wanna hear from you." you watch her as she leaves, staring off into the distance momentarily and sighing. thank god she was an asshole or else it'd be really hard not to sympathize with her.

you walk into your bedroom and see bi-han on the bed. it seems he's getting ready for a bath -- he has a robe-like hanfu loosely draped around his body with his chest visible and and legs exposed. his hair is down and he is reaching for his back like it's aching.

"done with all my duties." you say innocently, your arms behind your back.

bi-han only looks at you momentarily and not even fully before going back to closing his eyes and mending his backache. you walk up to him carefully before sitting down beside him, using your hand to gently knead his back. he lets out a small groan of relief at your gesture.

"you've probably missed my massages all week," you say coyly.

"they were not the thing i missed."

you feel a blush creeping up on your cheek. being away from you for so long made him starved, like a dog meekly asking his owner for more rations. you felt horrible for being away for so long.

"i won't leave again for a while. i promise. we have lost-time to make up for," you say quietly. you prod at his hand and he envelops your hand in his, grazing the outside with his thumb.

"i'd rather not have lies spoken to me for the sake of momentary comfort."

you get up and gently move his right leg further to the right so you can sit on his thigh.

"now you know i can give you more than momentary comfort," you say smirking (but still VERY nervous).

in the blink of an eye, bi-han flips your body over and pins you to the bed, planting a long and voracious kiss at your lips. you bite at his lower lip and he responds by wrestling your tongue with his own. after what seems like an eternity of your mouths fighting for dominance with each other, you break the kiss as a string of saliva follows your mouths.

"you know, i saw everything that unfolded with rina. i think it really is safe to say we belong to one another."

bi-han looks at you with a hint of amusement. "i should have known you didn't have pure intentions with inviting her over." he slips his hand down your frame, erecting shivers from you. he plants small kisses trailing down your midsize.

"perhaps the rest of the lin kuei should know the grandmaster's wife isn't really as much of an angel as she lets everyone think she is."

#bi han #bi han x reader #bi han x y/n #mk sub zero #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 bi han #mk1 x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader #bi han x you #bihan x reader #bihan x y/n

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Hi wonderful writer and human being... it feels so weird to request anything from you, I usually just watch in awe.

Anyway, could you maybe do an Eddie x reader where they are a couple and the reader is in a really dark place mentally trying to hide it from anyone, but she eventually starts missing school and appointments and dates and Eddie gets worried and when he finds out she hasn't been even leaving bed he comforts her in a really soft and understanding way?

I know it might be a lot, feel free not to do this, it's just something I'd really like and kinda need to see written so I had to try and ask <3

Don't worry, I'm the right person when it comes to writing the more heavy stuff! This goes out to you and everyone else having a hard time while fighting their own demons. I'm always here to listen and so is Eddie. Enjoy and feel better soon <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Deals with depression

Also on: AO3

“I’m fine.”

“Not today.”

“I’m busy.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Another time, okay?”

He groaned when he thought about the conversation you had with him the last couple of weeks. Shallow. Empty. Like you weren’t really there at all.

For two days, you haven’t even been at school. He could deal with one day; everyone is sick occasionally.

Two days was already pulling on his heartstrings, especially because you’ve barely spent any time together lately.

It was four days in total with the weekend. Almost a week and it was killing him.

Eddie knew you were pushing him away; he just didn’t know why. His mind was going wild, trying to think of any possibility and only coming up with the worst-case scenarios.

He ate his food deep in thought, not even listening to his friends. Four days without a sight of you, three weeks without you even being really there. He hadn’t noticed at first, but it had dawned on him later when you had started to act…weird.

“Eddie? Hello?” Dustin suddenly said and got him out of his head. “What about Hellfire tonight?”

“Canceled.” He huffed out and the table looked at him in shock.

“What? You never cancel it!” Gareth protested, only to earn a death glare from the long-haired man.

“I have important things to handle,” he hissed only to then throw food at Mike. “Wheeler. Y/N is your sister’s best friend, did she hear anything from her?” Eddie looked at the younger boy with narrowed eyes, but Mike shook his head.

“Nancy only said she’s worried about her because she’s canceling all the plans they made,” Mike answered with a shrug and Eddie chewed on the inside of his cheek.

If it was for Eddie, he’d leave right now to go and check up on you, but he also knew you’d kill him if he missed any more classes.

The thought made him smile briefly, you were always insisting he didn’t miss a single one so he could get his diploma. Now it was hard to even listen to the teachers because the way you acted had him all worried.

“So, she’s the important thing you need to handle?” Dustin asked and Eddie nodded at him.

“Something’s wrong and I’ll find out after school,” he admitted, and the rest of the desk were silent for a moment before agreeing.

You were a member of Hellfire Club, basically part of their big family, especially as Eddie’s girlfriend. They were worried about you too, so Hellfire could wait for a week.

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You groaned loudly as you woke up with the biggest headache, feeling like death.

A look at the clock told you that it was 8pm. What a wonderful time to wake up. Fourteen hours of sleep wasn’t your record, but it was good enough to ignore the responsibilities of daylight and blocking out the sun completely.

There was barely any light left now and you could barely see the little cracks in your ceiling where the paint was coming off.

You really should get out of bed, get something to eat or drink but staring at the ceiling felt so much better.

Your whole body felt heavy, felt like it was just a burden to you. God, you wanted to sleep again. The more your brain was waking up, the faster the dark thoughts came back.

Not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not worth it. He will break up with you. You’re a loser. Bad at school. Never going to make it in college. No one loves you. You shouldn’t be here anymore. You should just-

You winced at the thought alone. It hurt but there was nothing you could do. Those thoughts had been back for a few weeks now, without a warning. Things had been good. Dating Eddie, making new friends thanks to Hellfire, doing a lot of things with Nancy before you wouldn’t see each other as much anymore because of college.

And then the darkness crept up in you, whispering and entwining you, making it hard to breathe.

You had been able to mask it at first as you always did when it happened. Forcing yourself to smile, telling everyone that might suspect something that everything’s okay.

In the end, the energy costs had been too high. Maintaining it had been impossible, so you started to make excuses, trying not to worry anyone.

Now you were just bound to your bed because as soon as you got up there was this feeling inside of you. The one that also currently made you scratch your arm without thinking about it.

As soon as you realized it you stopped immediately, tears at the corners of your eyes. Why now? Were you not allowed to have good things in life?

Breathing was hard and your back hurt from lying in bed all day and yet, there was no way you’d get up. Your parents were on vacation, and you were really grateful because no one would question why you were in bed all day.

For everyone else you were just sick and that wasn’t even a lie. You were sick but it was all in your head.

Well, technically because at this point, the mental illness had taken a physical turn.

You closed your eyes again, trying your brain to stop.

You just wanted to sleep.

For a moment you thought it would work until you heard a knock on your window. The surprise took you fast and you felt your heart beating out of your chest when you turned around to see Eddie sitting on the roof in front of your window.

You stared at him for a long moment, not sure what to do. What was he doing here? But at the same time, what did you expect? He was your boyfriend; at one point he’d get worried about you.

“Hate to rush you but it’s starting to rain,” you heard his muffled voice through the window. To your own surprise, you turned on the light and actually got out of bed to walk over to the window, opening it for him but immediately going back to bed as he crawled inside.

“Jesus Christ, how do you even breathe in here?” He asked and didn’t close the window behind him. Right. You didn’t open the windows for the last four days, there must be a disgusting smell inside of here.

“Sorry”, you mumbled as you crawled back under the cover. You could feel his worried eyes on you, but you had no energy to do anything about it.

It was unfair to him, you knew that. You should tell him but how would you even start?

“I’ve missed you,” he told you with a soft smile as he walked over to you, sitting down at the edge of the bed. His gaze was wandering over your face and his smile faded. You knew how you looked, that’s why you avoided looking into any mirrors.

“Missed you too.” Not even a lie, being without him just felt so wrong but you just couldn’t. It felt impossible to do anything.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked and stroked your cheek slightly. The gesture almost made you cry. Right to the point.

“I’m just sick,” you answered, trying to avoid the actual conversation that would need to happen eventually.

He didn’t buy it; you could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about a physical sickness like a cold or something.

“Please, don’t lie to me, sweetheart. If I’ve done anything to deserve this treatment, please tell me and I’ll make it right.” His voice sounded so sad and it almost broke you apart.

He shouldn’t blame himself for something that was you all along. He probably thought you didn’t love him anymore and you hated that but how do you explain?

Tears were once again gathering at the corners of your eyes and he looked at you with even more worry now.

“Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” You asked him, trying to find the right words because he deserves to know. You didn’t want him to be in pain because of you.

“I mean, just on a daily basis?” He laughed softly at his words but stopped when you didn’t join in. “But this is different, isn’t it?”

You nodded and tried to sit up a little more, leaning against the wall behind you. “I’m sick. Just…not physically.”

He tilted his head to the side as if he didn’t understand until it seemed to dawn on him.

“Oh,” was the only thing he said, and you let out a huff of amusement. Not a laugh, that would be too much, but you were just glad he understood what you meant without needing to say it out loud. It wasn’t common to talk about it, that’s why it was so hard. You hadn’t even been sure if he would understand.

He looked at you in silence for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, pondering what to say.

“How can I help? Can I do anything?” Eddie asked and a tiny smile was at the corners of your lips.

“No, it’ll be fine eventually,” you said with exhaustion in your voice. It was sweet of him wanting to help but you were barely able to form a normal thought that wasn’t dark. He could probably do a million things; you just had no idea at the moment.

“I want you to be fine now,” he muttered, and a single tear rolled down your cheek when he said that. You wished you could be fine too.

He looked you up and down and then got up, holding his hand out. You looked at his hand and then back up to his face, sliding down under your covers further again. Getting up felt so goddamn hard even with him here.

“Trust me,” he whispered, and the words alone felt like he just grabbed your heart with his hand, squeezing it.

For a long moment you looked at his hand again, looking at the rings until you reached out for it, feeling his strong grip closing around you and pulling you up.

You felt dizzy as you got up and your legs were weak after being in bed for so long, but his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“How long have you been in bed?” He asked as he took a step backwards so he could look into your face.

“Two days. Except pee breaks,” you admitted, and he sighed, a sad smile on his lips.

“What about food? Water? Shower?” For a man who didn’t seem to know what to do, he seemed to know what to look out for because he asked the right questions.

“Your perception is too high,” you muttered and took a step forward, pressing your body against his again.

He felt like home.

“It’s at +3 at least but please answer my question.” You sighed into him and then shook your head.

“Water a little, food barely, no shower,” you admitted and saying it out loud hurt. Saying it out loud made it feel real. Showing you what kind of failure, you were.

“Come on,” he said and took your hand again, leading you down the stairs carefully, through the kitchen right into the yard. The rain was coming down loudly on the canopy over you.

“What are we doing here?” You asked, not even sure what his plan was now. He was so full of surprises.

“I haven’t been sleeping in all of my biology classes. You need fresh air and get your body going,” he told you with a grin of mischief before he pulled you out of the canopy, right into the rain.

You shrieked a little as the cold water came down on you and he laughed. “Let’s dance.”

“I’m not dancing in the rain with you! It’s fucking cold!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you already started to shake. It was such a big difference from your smelly room with sticky air and your warm covers.

It was fresh and cold and you hated to admit it but it felt good.

“Be romantic like all the girls in those movies you like,” he teased and took both of your hands in his, his hair already drenched and clinging to his body, the white parts of his Hellfire shirt transparent, hugging his stomach.

You let him pull you into the middle of the yard, his hands warming yours.

“I’m very romantic,” you muttered, and he grinned at you, letting go of your hand to bow down slightly, only holding out one hand as he looked up at you.

“Well then, my lady, may I ask for this dance?” He asked and he was so ridiculous you couldn’t stop the soft laugh escaping you.

As soon as the noise left you, his eyes started to shine some more. You took his hand and he stood up straight, putting his other hand on your waist and started to dance with you in some rhythm you didn’t really recognize at first until he started to sing your favorite slow song.

It was slow enough for you to put your head on his shoulder, enjoying his closeness.

“Promise me something,” he suddenly asked, and your body stiffened, not sure what he was going to say. “If it ever gets this bad, don’t push me away. I want to be there for you.”

For once you were grateful for the rain so he couldn’t see the tears that were running down your face. How did you even deserve a man like him? The dark thoughts were whispering you didn’t but feeling his warmth embracing you was telling another story.

You didn’t know what to say at first so you just nodded, letting a moment pass before you whispered, “I promise.”

After that he started to sing your favorite faster song and he was dancing like crazy to it. It looked so ridiculous, and it took you a moment to join in, his silliness pulling you with him. The longer you danced like idiots in the cold rain from above, the more you started to feel alive again.

Later one the two of you took a warm shower where he took care of you, washing your hair, your back and all the other places where you didn’t have the energy to clean yourself.

He then cooked you a tasty dinner even with his limited cooking skills and the almost empty fridge but at this point your body would have eaten almost everything.

He made sure you drank enough water to make up for the last days and then some more.

You felt exhaustion creep over you again as you were on the couch, watching a movie he had put on. You laid half a top on him, blanket wrapped around both of you as he held you close, drawing little patterns on your skin.

The dark thoughts wouldn’t go away that quickly. You knew that. They would come back, over and over again, maybe for the rest of your life.

There was no cure and even though it hurt to think about that, it was the truth. Not even Eddie could fix you, it was something you had to deal with but knowing you didn’t have to deal with it alone anymore already helped. You had been afraid of him not understanding, of him pushing you away for it and yet here he was, taking care of you.

Together, you were sure that it was possible to hold the demons at bay.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine

[sherifftillman]

can i request eddiexreader where the reader is also lowkey considered a freak, she's a painter and plays dnd and wants to join hellfire? thank you! no worries if not!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 735

You're listening to your Walkman as you sketch out your latest piece to paint when you're home. The sound quality of you taping a recording of your favourite album from the family record player isn't the best, but it's still listenable.

Something hits your headphones, knocking them askew. You look up to see a group of preppy girls standing around you, already laughing behind their hands. You simply smile sarcastically and carry on, hand on your headphones to readjust them when you hear, "Oh my god, isn't it pathetic? The way she tries so hard to act like she doesn't care. So transparent."

You shrug, "Don't know what to tell you, dude. Just go on and do your thing. I'll do mine. Never the two shall meet."

"Why do you talk so weird?" Another girl asks.

"Didn't you hear your little friend? Everything I do is in the desperate attempts that you girls will come over, disturb my peaceful existence and just harass me until I can't take any more," you reply monotonously.

"You think you're better than everyone just because you like your tiny, specific, insignificant things? Get real," the first girl scoffs. "It doesn't make you special, sweetie. Nobody's gonna pick you."

"Good! Let them leave me alone! God," you pull your headphones back on and turn away from them. The poor quality music doesn't drown out their laughs as they leave. You're back in the zone until someone taps you on the shoulder. You look up to see Eddie Munson's smiling face. "Can I help you?" you ask scathingly, now that you're not in the mood, as you remove your headphones entirely and pause your cassette player.

"Whoa, whoa," he holds his hands up, stepping back once, twice, before pulling up the seat opposite to you. "Just here to check on a fellow misfit."

"I don't need checking up on, thank you," you reply. "Just... Go on back to your little boys' club, it's fine."

He frowns, "Come on, you can't fool me. You and I, we're kindred spirits. You can talk to me." He looks down at your book, and points at one of your warm-up doodles. "Cat Lord? Nice. Haven't utilised him yet."

"Yeah, well. Neutral aligned, doesn't really care much for people, only cats. Doesn't sound like a bad life if you ask me," you shrug, and Eddie chuckles.

"C'mon, not all people suck that much," Eddie chimes.

Head still bent over your sketchbook, you look up at him. "Let me guess, you're the exception?"

"Well, I don't wanna brag, but..." He stretches out. "I've caught you peeking into the Hellfire clubhouse once or twice. I don't think you'd be doing that if you weren't curious." A deep blush forms across your cheeks, and it doesn't go unnoticed. "Hey, look up at me, I wanna see something."

You move to face him, closing your book and crossing your arms on the table. "Alright, fine. What?"

Eddie toys with his hair for a second before also leaning in to grin widely at you as he mutters quietly, "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I think you want into Hellfire."

Your whole face turns bright red. "Excuse me?!"

His smile somehow gets even bigger as he leans back, "Knew it. All you ever had to do was ask." He rests an elbow on the table, lifting his fist up to lay his cheek on as he looks at you.

You can't bring yourself to look at him, because ever since he propositioned you to kiss him, you can't stop focusing on his lips. "Like I said earlier. It's a whole boys' club. I've not exactly seen any girls at your table."

Eddie shakes his head. "We've had oneshots with female players before. But you're right, someone's gotta be the first to stick around for a whole campaign. And I'd be honoured to have you be that for us."

You sigh in defeat. "Yeah. Alright, fine, you got me. If you really want me there, I'd... Actually kinda love to join."

Eddie does a little victory dance in his place. It's actually quite cute in its own awkward way. "Have you got a character in mind? I'd love to talk backstory with you sometime... Amongst other things," he leans back in closer to you.

Just as it was starting to cool off, your blushing makes a comeback. "I'd... Kinda love that, too."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #*myfics

[sortanonymous]

A vent about my uncertain writing (distant) future that really doesn't matter much

You know, it's weird whenever I think about what I could write after Meta Knightmare is over (which I'll just say that I know when that ending will come). I mean I could just eek out some more side stuff, some of which I've wanted to make for a while (might even include some Kirby stuff not connected to MKM), and I would like to make YouTube videos of whatever I want instead of just lounging on AO3 forever. But I keep thinking up ideas of fics I could make for other things I love like Steven Universe and especially Angry Birds (definitely have some thoughts for the latter). At the same time though, with what ideas I have for those, I'm worried that it would just be too much like a retread of Meta Knightmare. I might just make another action-tinted dramedy filled with so many crazy AU ideas with varying amounts of canon compliance that it borders on crackfic, yet tons of heart and found family stuff at the same time. Who knows if I'd even move on past the outline format? Granted, I love using those tropes with Kirby, but I'm worried that if I apply it to those other things, then I may as well just be writing Meta Knightmare again but with a new coat of paint like it's a new LEGO game. Not to mention that it feels comfortable with Kirby because not only is there plenty of material in the base games, but the lore is so extensive while leaving plenty of stuff wide open to the point where even flipping fundamental canon on its head feels suprisingly alright. But while Angry Birds has the characters to potentially work in my style, the world and stuff is nowhere near as extensive to have an easy time fitting into something good unless I try to just rip off the movie or maybe go straight for Angry Birds Stella (which I love, but I'd like to give the main flock some love first, especially the found family idea with ALL OF THEM, even the more forgotten ones). Steven Universe, which I haven't even thought that much about, kinda has the opposite problem in that while it has tons of lore, it's largely open and shut in a way that it isn't that fun to imagine changes to it. Not to mention that even if I tried some of that family theme stuff, a lot of that in my existing work is kinda inspired heavily by SU in the first place. It'd be kinda like if a growing rock band with heavy inspiration from the Beatles tried covering the Beatles and trying to make it sound way different from either of them while still respecting the feel of the originals. Good luck with that. (Admittedly though, I did just come up with a Spinel AU idea that absolutely blew my mind, but I'm not so sure if I'll still have the mood for it by the time MKM's over, which won't be for quite a while. I might just throw it out there for someone else to write in the comments if anyone asks.)

Why am I even talking about this? I've got 12 of the 26 chapters of MKMIII left to write with 4 already published! If I'm no more than halfway through my first fanfic project, then maybe I shouldn't be thinking just yet about my next project. Also now Magolor's in the fic and with how much Magolor instantly makes fans flock to any fic, I may as well bask in the hits while I can! A big thank you to my readers, by the way!

#meta knightmare fanfic #I'll explain the steven universe au i thought up if you press me on it #vent about nothing important #writers on tumblr #writer's block that won't actually happen until like a year from now #what am i even doing #don't be too shocked if i repost this in a year and laugh at it #steven universe au? #ramblings #for both my followers i'm sorry that you still aren't getting the kirby stuff i promised #i'm doing fine i just felt a little uncertain about my writing future and got my ramble on

[beetled-juice]

👀👀 would love to hear those "true form" beej headcanons if youre in the mood to share.........!!

@bunnys-beetlejuice-blog I'm always in the mood to share! Though I should clarify that my true form concepts for beej can be on the graphic side, since I enjoy taking each beetlejuice canon and thinking "how can I make this into genuine horror?". So I'm going to throw this under a read more, just to be safe!

These hc's are for musical!juice specifically - I have others for toonjuice and keatlejuice. This also isn't complete by any means - I have pages upon pages of writing on google docs about this stuff, so I'm trying to condense!

Netherworld Form - Dead is the New Sexy

So to start, I should also clarify that I personally view musical!juice as a vessel of sorts, a form that allows him to exist on earth as opposed to in the netherworld. Because of this, I think there are two distinct "versions" of beej's true form - one is the vessel / form you would see upon entering the netherworld with him, while the other is the demonic eldritch horror that he crams into said form(s).

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Whenever you go to the netherworld with him, he becomes like a walking corpse - more than normal, that is. Think skin rotting and sloughing off, joints twisted in unnatural positions, perhaps even internal organs trying to become external. It's not entirely clear how he can even move, or how he doesn't just disintegrate into piles of rotten 'juice with a voice, but somehow he manages to shove his mangled body around in a way that's not too dissimilar to that of a zombie movie. If you're used to the mossy and stinky demon as seen in the musical, this would be an immediate shove into a harsher reality - he looks like he's been decomposing for months, and nothing can help with the smell.

This can become even more devastating if we base his backstory for death more on movie canon than musical canon (i.e that he hung himself instead of Lydia stabbing him through the tit), because just like everyone else in the netherworld, he'll be unable to hide the evidence of how he died. In this case, you'd see the ring of bruising left behind, and the shift of the cervical vertebrae under what's left of his skin from where they broke.

The Cosmic Eldritch Horror We Know and Love

Overall, I think of him as having the keatlejuice makeup/effects, but taken to the extreme. Depending on how much I want to crank up the angst factor, I may or may not include the hanging aspect.

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This is where I kind of go off the rails in terms of very specific imagery. Have you seen the posts about what depictions of biblical angels would look like, but also the fact that they would try to mate with a telephone/power line? Or the post that’s about how cosmic entities using vessels to interact with humanity is like finger painting? That's beej's true form in a nutshell.

One of the things made very evident in the musical is that the netherworld is a dark place - literally! So I think it would be infinitely more horrifying if the demon trying to give you a little smooch stalking you through the vast abyss was a brilliant, glowing white - like a spotlight turned to its maximum setting, humming with power and electricity and impossible to look at directly. This also makes the name Betelgeuse more fitting - was he named after the star, or was the star named after him?

If you can manage a glimpse of him without blinding yourself, you'll see he's very big - easily dwarfing anyone or anything around him. You'll also notice that he doesn't move quite right. He doesn't walk, but he doesn't float either, instead making a weird lurching dragging motion that sounds like knives scraping on a plate. Don’t let this fool you though, because if necessary he moves like a lightning strike: fast and deadly and gone in a flash.

One of the interesting things about beej in this form is that he can’t really speak so much as convey thoughts and ideas - he has to be very careful though, or he could quickly overload your brain and leave some damage. In your head, he sounds the same as he normally does (if not a little base boosted), but his actual voice? The stuff of nightmares. Lack of speech doesn’t mean lack of sound, and even when he’s utterly silent he gives off a headache-inducing version of the hum you hear from the fluorescent lights at a gas station in the dead of night. Sometimes he sounds like rolling thunder and rattling glass, other times it’s infernal hell-speech and a wailing that makes your bones ache.

One of the unfortunate truths of being a demon is that over the course of millennia, he’s had to fight for his place in the pecking order. There are spots where he shines a little dimmer, his form marred by the thick bands of scars left behind by demons of old (primarily, his mother). Some still weep like open wounds, pouring thick black ooze that sizzles and burns against anything it touches. Only time can heal these - time on a scale living beings could never comprehend.

Even before you could see or hear him, you’ll catch the scent of ozone and the sharp tang of frozen metal on your tongue. You’ll feel an unease blanket you, your body and mind screaming at you to run, but you won’t be able to fight the feeling of heaviness that weighs your body down and anchors your feet to the floor. Out of everything, this is the part he hates the most - even if he just wants to be near someone, his very presence in this form forces them to seek a way to escape. That’s why it’ll be a rare instance to experience Beetlejuice’s true form - he’ll do everything in his power to keep from exposing it to anyone he cares about.

#my stuff #musicaljuice #beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #asks #sorry if this is all a mess - I wrote all of it out between 3 and 5am :3 #I saw your ask and got really excited!! so I hope it all makes sense

[astrocalypse]

Y'know what? FUCK YOU*MAKES A VITA ET MORS OC*

Tw: Self harm, suicide, that kinda shit :3

Ok so this miserable girlypop (I have no name for her yet) She does portraits, photographs, even documents Morte's life for Morte WITHOUT GETTING PAID, IT'S ALL PASSION. Because yk, Morte. And as she should.

She seriously loves him as a whole but she doesn't want to confess

It's not only his looks or some shit that you'll normally crush on she loves him for everything. EVEN imagining that they spend their lives together, yeah, like- with kids and shit.

The more time they spent with each other, the more her love for him grows.

Her mood depends on him.

Admires Morte like a god

LOVES MORTE LIKE ONE SHOULD LOVE LIFE ITSELF BUT THAT'S TOO BAD CUZ SHE DOESN'T LOVE HERSELF (ME FR)

When she first met Morte she was like "HOLY SHIT DID I JUST TALKED TO A FUCKING ANGEL???!!!"

And that's where her mentally ill ass started to like him

She sorta has an obsession with Morte (obvi). She's devoted to him and he knows that duhhhh

Morte likes being treated like a god huh? (Is he not?) Well in terms of a DEVOTEE, then he hit the jackpot!

At first she believed he wasn't human. After all, how can someone be so.... Beautiful? Like a god? (Hahah)

If she could, she would move mountains just to be with him (aweeee you sad little motherfucker)

Always compliments Morte like he's some sort of god or something YIPEEEE!!!! Call her a worshiper atp lmao

Like, just dress a little fancier... Actually no- you don't have to dress nicely Morte. As long as you exist, this bitch is gonna give her soul to you.

"Omg you look really wonderful in that attire!!!!! Any woman would fall and maybe die for you!! ^_^ *insert words of pure admiration* May I take a picture??? Make another painting maybe??"

Gets worried for Morte more than she should for herself

Prioritizes Morte

Over a hundred paintings of Morte

Tons of photos of him as well

Likes writing about him

Said "You're my everything" to Morte in french, hoping he'd be confused.

Then she found out he can actually speak french and ohh boyy she died a little

Most of her portraits are perfect. If it's not good enough (in her eyes or what she thinks Morte thinks), well..;

She hurts herself when she thinks Morte doesn't like her stuff she made for him

like one time she bruised her thighs because Morte didn't compliment her painting for him like he did the last time, it sounded dry.

"I'm sorry for being too clingy, Morte..... :("

Her thoughts on the daily:

"Am I even worthy of being around him?"

"What if Morte finds me annoying?"

"What if my compliments doesn't sound genuine? I'm scared."

"Am I appreciating him for being him or is it just because of his looks..?"

"What if he thinks I'm just trying to get him?"

"What if he secretly hates me?"

"He probably hates how clingy I am"

"He hates me."

*Starts self harming* (girlypop cmon 😞)

Stays up late thinking about him and ends up crying cuz she thinks he doesn't care for her HAHAHAHAH

She knows what he does actually (kept it in secret so she doesn't get killed) But does she care? No!!

Likes being used as an alibi if anyone dares to be suspicious of Morte.

Would suffer for him.

Would kill for him.

Would DIE for him.

Literally anything for Morte (HAHAHAH)

When Morte died she did horrible things to herself (you can guess what those are)

She also cried for 7 MONTHS

Ever since Morte's death, she's the one who keeps taking care of his and Roxanne's graves (?)

Goes from complimenting to sobbing to his grave

Drawings of Morte EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Always says "I love you" before she leaves like girl he don't love you shut yo corny ahh 😭💀🙏

Always hangs out on his grave. People find it weird asf bc why are you hanging out in THAT place?? There's a serial killer buried there..

Compliments Roxanne too so she doesn't feel left out :>

She documented his life and kept painting him until she finally killed herself, hoping to see Morte in the afterlife.

Ew cringe 🤢

I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS CRINGE OC INSERT SHIT @aestheticghostie 🙏🙏🙏

I JUST MADE HER YESTERDAY (02.25.23)  LMAO I MIGHT REDO THIS AT SOME POINT

#aestheticghostie #astrocalypse #oc concept #vita et mors #oc #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[february-sunshine]

TECHDOG 1 Reveiw I'm doing in a day cause I don't know how to write about musicccc

*reviewed on a track by track basis, just wanted to do this, bad at writing reviews

TECHDOG:

Feels very bbep bop, the ringing noises at the beginning are a very good mood-setter for what music you're in for. The Dee- de de de Da de da daa  that runs throughout the song also leads very well into the distortion that's used in the song. It's basically a car that keeps on pleasantly running into trains at railroad crossings, it also feels very insectoid in an odd way (positive). The window wiping noises that start at the halfway point are also very nice and infect the other noises in a pleasant way.

CGTHODE:

The loud train noises at the beginning are kinda obnoxious, but when the little noises start coming in and the chugs of the train start stopping every 4 quarter notes (I think?? I don’t know sheet music; that assertion vibes only) it starts paying off. The last 3rd of the song where non pure distortion instruments are introduced does really bring it all together tho. If the first 2/3rds are if how a QRcode looks was translated into sound, the last part makes it sound like you’re in a spaceship looking out the window at a nebula.

GDECHTO:

This probably doesn’t make sense but this song sounds like someone tried to hack an old PC from like the 1980s and tried to get Doki Doki Literature Club running on it and now it's dying.

THEDOCG:

The set-up noise reminds me of a combination of popcorn and fireworks, it contrasts quite well the cowbell (everything needs more cowbell in this world). This song does feel more repetitive than the others so far but I do like the de da da da daaaaa- de du da du de da- daaaa that starts repeating over and over at the end. You know like finding a shit ton of butter crystals at the bottom of a popcorn bag. 

GOCHEDT:

I dunno, I kinda visualize this one as jamming out with the stranger that broke into your house cause of the thumping noises at the beginning. It also contains the bit that feels like it was sampled from happy birthday but I can’t tell and it drives me crazy. It is still very very very good- this song is particularly stimmy.

OCTDEHG:

When I first heard this song in the middle of my theater class; still very devastated when my teachers made me get scenic paint on one of my favorite pairs of pants, my first thought was of Task (also by Patricia Taxxon). It does feel like the signal noises from that but what happened after. Task was the melodious communication across a vast distance, but this felt like that same beaver (for those who don’t know there's a beaver on the album cover) going to find that source but finding technological ruin. A dark presence there to meet them, not knowing what will be found beyond the gazing mechanical eye that stares at them now. So yeah- 10/10 sequel, I am still devastated about those pants, thinking about bleach painting them.

GETHCOD: 

This song continues the pattern of abrasive sound clashing up against very wonderful electronic musical noises, but it's the first one here to utilize voices. I find it odd how the sounds of humans being chopped up and rearranged into nothing burger noises can be one of the most annoying starts here. Hearing how people use singing and the human voice in music is kinda one of my favorite things about this artform, so hearing it be fucked up in such a hostile way rattles my brain. I still like it tho- that isn’t really a criticism, more my brain bein weird.

DOTHGEC:

We start with popcorn again, and the non super distorted instruments come in early as well this time. Most of those parts haven’t gotten a lot of build up in comparison to this song and I like how the added time gives it that spaceship feel that we got in CGTHODE but more like the ship is slowly breaking down and instead of making it dramatically tense, the person inside is accepting their faith and letting go. If Patrica Taxxon was a more popular artist I feel like this is the one most people would try to sample from here.

THCODEG:

This one for some reason doesn’t click with me as much as the others, I think it's just that this one pulls off the formula slightly worse than all the others so after thinking about each song individually while listening to it to write this it just doesn’t stand out as much. I do like the kinda grand feeling towards the end of the song. My first thought was actually “Dang- why do these robots keep on breaking down? Must suck for em” then someone replying “They’re made by Tesla, whaddya expect?”, “How much will it cost to repair em?” “Last time we had to replace the wheels and that was like $700, so prolly bout the same.” “$700????????” and so on and so forth. So yeah- now this song will be connected to Elon Musk in my head.

DEGCOHT:

I like the echoey bits and I like theres a snare drum in the beginning. I have nothing in particular to say though.

GECHDOT:

Agnes and Hilda is my favorite Patty Taxxon album so I love how this kinda just continues its style in a somehow more electric way. By far the best stimmy mc stimmison song in the album, 100/10- details by Greg Rutkowski- Should brought CJ the X back to have some part here cause he was a fuckin banger on I’ll Be- I need more.

So yeah- I had less to say towards the end but you know, banger shit, if the other 3 get flagged as music and auto added to yt music so I can digest them more I’ll probably go song by song on those too. But definitely not like- now. Maybe in like 2 months minimum. But yeah I really like Patricia Taxxons music and it really makes me happy. It's like the combination of my 2 IRL dogs in music form and it's absolutely perfect.

also heres my companion artwork for this:

and heres the more accessible version without the morse code:

Edit: APPARENTLY THERES A 5TH NOW!!! SHE SAID THERE WERE 4!!!! Now I’m extra behind

Edit 2.0: TECHDOG 7 IS 4 HOURS????!!!!!????!!!! HOW LONG IS 8 GOING TO BE????!!!!!!???

#patricia taxxon #art #review #music #music review #music recs

[messrsbyler]

Not sure if you’re still in “that mood” lmao but what do you think Mike’s future is going to be?? Like not in the distant future but his story layout for season 5. Do you think he’s going to get vecna’d? Just would love o hear your thoughts :) he’s so interesting!!

UFF mike is soooo getting vecna'd next season, even from a storytelling point of view it needs to happen, mostly bc of how his arc developed in s4

i might nerd this one out more than others, but if you think about it mike's s4 started awful, downhill straight to hell. he made things weird with will because he couldn't communicate how he was feeling after they moved out to cali, he found out el had been lying to him all this time and acted like an asshole, he and el had a huge fight in which both of them refused to understand each other, then his girlfriend was arrested for assault and they went under military custody.

all downhill, right?

but then, right before anything else can happen to really boost mike deep into hell, things start to look up a little for mike. he has his first heart to heart with will where he finally communicates how he's been feeling, how he thinks he lost will and how he's missed his best friend. mike finds a common ground with will. then things start moving, they make plans to go back to hawkins that then change to go save el, they have a ride, a plan, a way to find her (and yes all of this happens in the middle of a shooting and while burying a body, but mike's momentum still isn't as negative as it was when the series started in terms of inner confict). we get some more heart to hearts, mike gets will's painting and loves it, will comforts him, they find el, mike is forced into a love confession and then el lives even though there's major consequences they still don't know about all the way in hawkins.

why the little summary? well, if you think about it, mike has sort of had a "false victory" (as in his arc started by being negative to then being a bit positive), a beat in story telling that can only be followed by *drum roll* the darkest moment. the moment when a character hits rock bottom, where they lose everything and because of it they reach their "aha!" moment. now, this will happen with the plot itself and other characters since this is the last season though i would say the darkest moment is for the overall plot is the ending of s4 when max dies and the four gates open. but when it comes to mike, i think that moment still needs to come in s5 and what better plot device to use than vecna's curse?

in my humble opinion mike has been dancing around his demons and conflict for way too long and while in season 4 we got a bit of mike stealing a glimpse at them, this time mike needs to stare at them dead in the eyes so he can have his "aha!" moment or the moment of realization that will boost him into the beginning of the ending of his arc. while being cursed, mike will be face to face with his greatest fears and conflicts, with those things he's been avoiding throughout the entire show, and then... he'll die.

i am a "mike dies and is brought back to life" truther. mike's death would be so important for other characters' arc but also for his own arc, because you can die and then come back to life without realising some stuff, right? i think season 5 is mike's season to get hurt and be exposed to everything he's been shoving under the carpet. i would love to see him realize about how other people have hurt him and how he's hurt others. i want him to scream and yell and be loud and for example go and face karen and ted and tell them everything he's been keeping inside, same with nancy. i want mike to cry and scream and just explode and let it all out after he is cursed and brought back so he can start healing.

i think s5 will be mike's cathartic moment when he finally comes to terms with many things, but that won't happen until he faces his darkest moment and reaches rock bottom. i'm not sure how this would align with the time jump, but i'm so scared for mike in s5 and still i'm shaking with excitement

so sorry this was so long shdshdhs i'm not sure i even said that much help but thank you for the ask!!!

#/nic answers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler analysis #byler tumblr #this is so long for no reason #nic stfu

[jussst-lurking]

Thank you for the tag @fueledbyremembering

1. Are you named after anyone? No

2. When was the last time you cried? I don't cry much, even when shit is bad, so I don't remember the last time.

3. Do you have kids? Ew, no, and no thanks

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Using sarcasm? Never.

5. What sports do you play/have played? Not a sportsy person at all, but I did like 5 lessons of Kung Fu once and now I go swimming once a week, but I'm not in a club or anything and it's certainly not competitive. Oh yeah, I also was in some sports for kids thing when I was younger.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Well, from far away, usually their outfit, otherwise I guess their mood/vibe?

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Not a big horror fan, so happy endings it is, I guess.

8. Any Special talents? I mean, define special... I'm somewhat decent at drawing and painting but that's less talent and more hard work and patience and time, but I guess I have this weird ability to join fandoms just when something big is about to happen (and I usually stumble upon fandoms, it's not because everyone is talking about it and about a big thing that's going to happen soon).

9. Where were you born? A (not so) long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, drawing/painting, reading, playing the piano, learning languages, going for a walk in the forest, wasting time on this hellsite, and f1

11. Do you have any pets? Yup, a koi fish, her name is Tinúviel (I'm a huge Tolkien nerd, if you couldn't tell). She obviously doesn't live alone, but the other fish don't belong to me specifically, but more to the entire family.

12. How tall are you? 167 cm, but I always wear platform shoes lmao

13. Fave subjects in school? Languages and biology, but honestly it depended on the teacher more often than not.

14. Dream Job Living my life in complete hedonism and never having to work at all, so I could frolick through fileds and create art and just do things I like, but alas, capitalism. I don't have a "dream job" but I want to become a psychotherapist, ideal scenario would be being able to write on the side.

15. Eye colour? Depends on the light, they range from green to blue to grey

I guess most people have already been tagged, so sorry if you've already received this @f1-giuki @justheretoship @maxiel-jpg @verclercswiftie

[the2amrevolution]

On Stray Kids' FNF

The song was already on my "songs that might make me cry (depending on my mood) playlist," but with the video, I'm now a sobbing mess

The song was written by Chris and Felix after the bushfires in 2019-2020 and the feelings of loss of so much of the native environment of their home.

I was okay until it cut to Seungmin riding a bike and enjoying being outside.

I miss outside. I want to be out exploring and finding all sorts of plants and animals I've only seen in photos. I want to run along a trail and climb over rocks and ride down a river again.

I want to be able to take photos of things I find beautiful. I want to be able to sit in the park and paint the scenery like Hyunjin. I want to explore new cities and sit outside at a cafe like Lee Know. I want to read a book in the sun like Felix. I want to have fun with my friends on the beach.

I started having trouble keeping up with my friends' activity levels when I was 12. If I tried to run and climb and keep pace with everyone else, I'd go into bronchospasm. I started getting left behind. When I was struggling to climb the stairs back up Tallulah Gorge at 13 years old because I couldn't breathe, one friend lagged behind to stay with me so I wouldn't be completely left behind.

I was treated like I just didn't do enough in my free time. Like I just wasn't outdoorsy or just didn't try. It didn't matter that I loved animals and the science of nature or that if you gave me access to a pool I would spend all day in it. It was my fault that I couldn't breathe or started to feel sick or started having difficulties with heat that would make me nearly pass out even though I had the same activity level as most of my friends and drank the same amount of water or more or ate the same amounts of food. It didn't matter that I met getting launched from a raft or stuck at the bottom of a waterfall with laughter and eagerness to get back on the river. It didn't matter that I always wanted to see the snake or the bug or the weird thing someone found in the woods.

I just wasn't "outdoorsy."

When the outdoors makes you sick, its easier to not be outdoorsy.

In Japan I had more chance to be outdoors again. I still struggled to climb up the "easy date outing, women in low heels, and children can gmdo it mountain," but I figured that was because I was used to the flatness of Tampa and Middle GA, not mountains.

I was able to go to parks and enjoy the outdoors a little more over time because I was walking all the time. I did get a little more heat acclimated, but I also knew how to correct for the amount I was sweating and could control when I got into air conditioning more than I could at a band practice. Running still wasn't an option (I pretty much stopped running outside of emergencies at 13 because of the bronchiospasm) so I couldn't play soccer with my friends, but I could still cheer them on. I was unfortunately dealing with too much anxiety to do all the things I wanted to be able to do on my own.

I continued at that level of able to be outside and okay walking and at a casual pace for a while. I could do shorter, strength based work like carrying things across camp or setting up a tent, and I could walk for miles with just normal muscle fatigue.

Then late 2015 the ability I had started to fall away. I've been trying to get it back since then. Chasing after the ability I did have and longing for a life where I could just walk my dog around my neighborhood without having to plan the whole day around it. Wishing I didn't spend 75% of my time on a queen size mattress.

Ive been trying so hard. I've looked for any answer. Any remedy. Any experiment I can run on myself to try to claw some of my life back. Since November 2021, I have gotten some back. A tiny bit, but some. I have proper diagnoses. I have more science to try to piece together my medical puzzle. I've struggled with my body and my brain, trying to understand so I can try to make things better. I have a sleep study coming up that will hopefully lead to improvements. I have an experiment next week that could really help or it could be a really awful waste of time.

I'm trying so hard to catch up with the life I wish I had.

"I run and chase after you, even if it's impossible."

#my life #stray kids #skz #disability #mast cell activation syndrome #ehlers danlos syndrome #myalgic encephalomyelitis #me/cfa #heds #mcas #my og #long post #not proofread

[mikimeiko]

Day 16 - Across Czechia

Feels weird and sad to be leaving Brno. I feel like I've been here forever.

The first part of my train ride goes through the hills north of Brno, and not through the valley directly to the west as I thought it would.

Feels criminal to change trains in Prague and not... stop. Such a beautiful city. But I have been there before and there are so many other cities to see ;_;

The route between Prague and Plzen is very beautiful, especially when it passes near the Český kras, an amazing protected area that I would love to visit in the future.

Finally I find the pretty station that I was looking for... and it's under renovations ;_; Too bad because it looks like it would have been very pretty. Also interesting is the fact that the station building is between two different rail viaducts (I suppose because of two different rail branches). Like in Ostrava! Interesting idea, putting the branching around the station.

Plzen old town is INSANE. Building after building of incredible beauty, colors like there's no tomorrow, friezes and bas-reliefs and paintings. It's like you can't catch a break, behind every corner lies another unexpected beauty, and it's amazing.

There's a giant square with the cathedral in the middle, and it looks like there might be some sort of festival! (Actually there are at least to different festivals + other things around the city... Ok!)

While crossing the river I see the station from a distance and... wow, ok, I didn't realize how insanely opulent the building actually was? Where am I? Why is Plzen so ostentatiously wealthy? (I tried to look up the city's history but it doesn't really explain this... or more likely I'm missing something)

I go check out the festival in the main square but I arrive just in time for the first act to finish, and the second one doesn't start for at least half an hour. Luckily at the beer stand they have the Birell pomelo and grapefruit that I liked so much in Ostrava! Except... It's not the same? I guess there was more than one flavour and I didn't specify. This one is redder and berry flavoured. It's not bad, but it's not my favourite.

Also, there a smaller gazebo for buskers to perform between acts (I guess?) and two guys very 2010s indie.

(I really love that the music starts in the late afternoon. Last year I happened to be in a couple of cities that were having festivals, but the events always started so late that I never got to hear anything - especially with the super early trains I was catching XD)

I finally (?) try the fries cheese with tartar sauce (innabun). It is... fried cheese? It mostly tastes of fried and sauce XD but it fits the mood.

The second act of the night is a cover band, and I was a little sad that I didn't have the chance to discover new musicians, but: it's a rock/pop-rock cover band made up of old men. I love them. Super good energy. Good selection of songs. Yay!

Also. Also! How long has it been since the last time I heard live music that I really liked? When was the last time I went to a concert? Feeling the drums beating inside your body. Your mouth grinning of its own volition when you recognise the song. Being inside a thing that is amorphous but real, part of the crowd and you're not alone even if you're there alone. I want to learn how to play the drums - well a drum at least, I keep forgetting! But it is impossible to forget when you feel it, there. Aaaand it was kinda the perfect situation because there were people but it wasn't crowded, I could slip outside the mass whenever I wanted, leave and come back and leave again. But it was so good! Thank you Plzen for this goodbye-to-czechia gift, and to think I wasn't even supposed to come here!

#plzen #pilsen #czech republic #czechia #travel #it's not technically interrail 2023 #mag travels from time to time #my photography #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world

[trashyslashers]

Oh gods I hope I don't bother and am not late for this! If I am, I'm so sorry! I'll give this a try!

Can you match me up with one of the DBD killers?

I am a 21 year old female. My sexuality is straight.

My height is 5'9. I'd say I'm more of a curvy and a bit thick shaped lady. My hair is over my shoulder ans I dyed it pastle pink. I also have a piercing on my cartilage. Dark brown eyes. I usually dress in darker clothing. I wouldn't consider myself goth but I'm mostly into a grunge alternative style. Though I mostly dress in an oversized dark hoodie and jeans so nothing special. I have many scars for many different reasons; One is over my eyelid and another dark scar on my thigh which they stand out a lot more than normal scars. I also always have black nails, either by painting them or getting them done. They're usually pointed and long.

Personality: I am mostly in introverted person. I'm not as social because I feel like I'd annoy people. My social battery is also limited. I have anxiety which also causes me to feel nervous around strangers or going out to places. Although I am a very talkative and I'd say funny gal. I mostly make sarcastic comments and joke about people if they're comfortable with it. I'm also at times courageous into trying to get put my comfort zone so I'd be more comfortable around other people. I am easily excitable and don't get offended easily. I take care of my friends and family before myself. I am also very patient with people and don't get annoyed easily. But when I'm angered I tend to keep it inside since I don't like to show my negative emotions to others. I like to say I'm kind and gentle to people I meet u til I get to know them so I won't offend them. Once I know the person well and their limits, I can be very outrageous and weird to be funny but only enough to not make them uncomfortable. Sometimes I even like to play small jokeful pranks on people. Although I also lie when I have a feeling it's needed. A very bad habit of mine.

Hobbies: I like watching specifically any horror and sci-fi movies. I also read books and spend my time coloring. I'm mostly interested into any sort of arts or crafts such as sculpting or theater/dancing. I do also like to make costumes of horror. I love to collect cute plushies and stickers. I am also a gamer playing any sort of game that peaks my interest (horror, survival, rpg, and games similar to Apex or CoD). I love to write stories. Not just fanfictions but anything that comes up in my dreams as well. I like to learn about animals as well.

I hope this is enough! Also thank you so much for this if you pick me and for your hard work as well! Have a good day! ❤️

I think Philip Ojomo | The Wraith would have a soft spot for you.

Philip finds it admirable how great your care and concern for others is; the gentleness and patience you display is something the world is incredibly, incredibly lacking in, and he cannot help but to have a soft spot for you once he knows you well enough.

Thinks your hair color is incredibly beautiful. One of his favorite things to do is run his fingers through your hair while the two of you are cuddled up together.

Absolutely understands the limited social battery thing; Philip is fairly introverted - though he does enjoy the company of those he cares for - and often spends time off by himself alone. He's very understanding about any time alone you may need (whether alone means alone with him, or alone alone).

He, maybe surprisingly, can be a very calming individual to be around. While he's silent, Phil can be very gentle when he wants to be, and he would be more than happy to be there to soothe you during moments where your anxiety is particularly bad. He's more than willing to help you step out of your comfort zone, however that may be.

Enjoys your outrageous, wild sense of humor! While he may not get every joke, Philip loves it when you're in a good mood and are playful; he isn't bothered by any teasing you may deal his way, and your well timed sarcasm is well received.

Philip, as we know, went through a lot in his life prior to being taken by the Entity, and as a result he, unfortunately, still carries and is full of that same rage he felt back then. You're one of very few people who can help ground him on particularly bad days. Not cure or fix it - but he'd never hurt you (outside of being forced to during trials, when push comes to shove, which even in those he does not enjoy), and is incredibly grateful to have a partner who extends patience and understanding his way.

Philip does not like lying; it goes hand in hand with betrayal to him, and he will make it as clear as day to you that you do not need to lie to him about anything. He is more understanding than you may think.

I can see Philip having a knack for certain styles of art, or at least appreciating them. His bell is often adorned with sigils painted on with soot during trials, and even if some may say they don't count as "art" technically, he does have a delicate hand when applying them. He'd be interested in seeing anything you make, and he would love it if you ever read to him any of the stories you've written!

#request #anon #matchup #matchups #match-up #match-ups #dbd matchup #dbd matchups #dbd match-up #dbd match-ups #dbd x reader #dead by daylight matchup #dead by daylight matchups #dead by daylight match-up #dead by daylight match-ups #dead by daylight x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith x reader

[pbandjesse]

I really didn't plan to be but I am home again. I got really overwhelmed at the end of the day and I was just like. I have to go home. I kind of thought that this would happen this week. I feel a little fragile. Maye it's from going to the doctor. Maybe it's the heat. But I really wanted to come home.

I slept alright last night and woke up in an alright mood. I didn't like my outfit as much today as I did last week. I also just kind of felt a little unwell. Like my stomach hurt. I didn't eat breakfast. I just hugged on James and wished them luck on their bike ride to DC. And headed to camp.

I got there a little after 8. I was pleased to find that they put new gravel outside my building which will hopefully help with the water run off and flooding. I got my stuff set up. I did some sweeping. Things were good.

Tati was great help today and with the pivoting to mostly just putting on buttons I think we had a really successful day.

But it felt like it took forever to start. I would work on my art building painting. And we had a really nice conversation about her upcoming birthday and people acting foolish and thinking she's not actually doing anything up with me at arts and crafts. And I'm like. That's crazy you are such a good help. Even if you waste my materials. We were in a goofy mood.

The group would be a little late but basically on time. Both morning groups. But they did really good. Everyone made their pockets. And I was really proud of them. The sewing machine worked really well until literally with the last day camper in my third program where it just jammed up for no reason. Thankfully I planned for that and had my backup machine ready to go.

My biggest concern today though was that I could not find my thread. I only had bobbins but no spools?? I had my two black ones that were mostly used and that was it. They took us through almost the entire day. But it stressed me out. It was a driving force in coming home. I needed to get more thread.

Both morning groups were sweet though and it was a good time. Though it was a little hard to get them to leave when it was lunch time. But I would get them out of there and headed down to the lodge.

Lunch was fine. Weird tofu cubes. They didn't taste like much. They had biscuits though and I was able to get jelly from the kitchen this time. And specialty staff all went and sat outside. It was nice. Ty was there this time. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood. I teased Celia that I was gonna eat all the wine berries. It was fun. I felt tired but happy.

I went back up to arts to sit in my hammock and be quiet for a while. I read a little. I'm half way done the one book but I really want to start my new one so I'm struggling. I want to finish it before I jump into the new one.

The afternoon was fun. Daycamp is always a little more work. But it went fine since we had good councilors. For the most part they were active and helpful.

And then we had a little break. Where I got set up to offer metal casting. And when bontkirchen got there a handful of them took me up on the offer and it was so fun! I didn't get many pics, I was to busy managing the metal and making sure no one was hurt. But we got some successful pieces!! Tati made the one pictured above. Someone even made a cat. It was just really awesome. I will have to be more careful with how many bones people see using but since not everyone did it I think today's numbers were fine. I really had a blast.

And I had a kid there to do service hours and he got two more of the cabinets cleaned out. And he stayed the last hour to help with day camp and that was awesome. I didn't think that was an option but honestly for this project it was excellent having the extra hands.

The last group of the day did really good though but the thread situation stressed me out. And I was glad to be done.

But then I was like. I'm gonna swim. But the thread. Okay let me charge my phone. Oh wait I left my cord at home?? And then I felt super stressed out. And very all over the place and I think it I let myself spiral I would have cried. I needed to go home.

And that ended up being the right call. I stopped for Wawa on the way home. Got James a churro KitKat which I thought was interesting. And got stuck in some traffic. Someone passed me on the shoulder again!! People suck.

But I got home and felt good about it. I had my sandwich. And was like. Hmm. Sweetp hasn't come and said hello yet. So I went looking for him and found him locked outside in the fire escape!! He had been there more then an hour!! If nothing else I'm glad I was home to save him since James didn't notice it happened. James felt really bad but they need to be more careful!!

I would take a shower. Lane would come over to brainstorm about some project with James. I laid out my knitted squares and I'm more sure I had another skien of black because the math works out. So maybe I'll get that this week. I don't know. I'm annoyed about it. But I'm excited about the blanket progress.

James and Lane came and sat with me for a while. Sweetp joined us. My stomach started to hurt though and my social battery was done.

Lane headed out and I laid in bed. And that's basically where I have been. I am really tired. And now Callie just texted me that there was a power surge in my building and my outlets might not work?? How am I supposed to do sewing machine stuff. Ugh. Hopefully they work again tomorrow cause that's really frustrating.

I am really ready to not think anymore though. Now is time for bed. I hope tomorrow is good. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[reficu1]

hiiii ^^ was wondering if I could have a matchup for genshin?

name: Periwinkle or just Peri but i also go by quin sometimes

sexuality: bi with a preference for guys

gender: non-binary, they/them

likes: music, art, true crime, animals but especially sea creatures, makeup, fashion, the cold, dark psychology, night, horror movies an books, gore, monsters <3, tropical fruits, icecream, sleeping, giving gifts, snow, thunderstorms, nature, and dinosaurs lmao.

dislikes: rules, anyone super serious reminds me of my m o m lmao, people who interrupt others, sports, heat, people touching my sides without warning me first, people not paying attention to me when i talk, people who always hold a pity party for themselves as their whole personality, koalas, and people who think they have it worse than you.

hobbies: singing, poetry, painting, sketching, writing, cooking, crocheting, bike riding while listening to music, swimming, video games like (skyrim, minecraft, botw, subnautica)

personality: INFP-A. a lot of people say i seem intimidating at first glance, i'm very aggressive and tend to be very loud by nature yet not very energetic if that makes sense. i talk too loud basically lmao. im socially awkward and try to make people too comfy too quick and tend to overshare. my mood changes rapidly due to being a borderline. I have a very happy personality tho and laugh at so much its ridiculous yet im diagnosed with multiple mental disorders. im really lazy and hate even standing for more than 5 mins mainly cuz my whole body always hurts tho lmao. im quite introverted and unless i HAVE to i hate going out and meeting new people. i isolate myself a lot if i get even slightly mad or sad. i have a lot of self-destructive habits and just dont work on them lmao. i talk a lot about things i like. i have bad trust and attachment issues yet i dont completely trust anyone due to past issues. a lot of people ik say im someone very trustworthy since i can keep secrets and know how to stay loyal and help people when they need to vent. im very blunt to the point it has ruined relationships. i try to watch my speaking due to having grown up in an environment where if i said anything wrong id be screamed at or beat so i tend not to say a lot of things im thinking despite being blunt. i can barely speak up for myself if someone is mad at me for fear of them hating me or leaving me, to the point if i stand up for myself i start crying and shaking and have to leave the room. i have really bad issues with self-harm. i have a very short attention span and get distracted super easy t the point i can barely read properly lmao. im really hypersexual at times and then sex repulsed at other times. i have an obsessive personality and if i find anything i like i surround myself with it as much as i can and if not, im daydreaming abt it. i have a thing for correcting people abt anything ik a lot about. i have a thing for loving anyone, whether real or fake, that's usually unliked whether its for being weird, scary, or ugly in any form. so basically i love the unloveable cuz i understand them. i cuss a l o t lmao. im very clumsy and jumpy at all times lmao i get hurt a lot, randoms bruises everywhere. i find comfort in my depression so i dont plan on getting better but im not suicidal. im the type of person to be like "huh?" even tho i heard you loud and clear.

insecurities: my body. i'm overweight for my height and have really defined curves so i get oversexualized a lot so i hate my body, plus my scars do n o t help. ive been told my whole life by my grandma and my cousins that im only good for my body so yeah. the way i get obsessed with things and people so easily. the fact im very poor and currently am homeless along with my parents lmao. the way i look for bad in anyone i like becuz i dont want to let myself love ever again. how i dont want to get better at all, i just wanna stew in my shit lmaoooo. the way i eat really unhealthily. how when i would cry as a child my family would say i was being dramatic so now when i need to cry i gaslight myself into thinking im being cringe. the way i try to seem a bit cooler than i am in front of people online. my impulsive lying (im working on it with my therapist tho so i barely do anymore compared to before). My taste in people. my fashion sense cuz of my mom. the way im agnostic now since i grew up religious. my darker interests. my boyish personality. how i cant keep anything around me clean for more than two days.

I hope you have a great night/day ^^

Oh, it's sad how similar we are. I hope that in the future you will get rid of people who make you uncomfortable, or your parents will change their parenting methods. Although the scars on the body and on the nervous system will remain.

I match up for you...

Okay, it was difficult. I chose between two characters whose 7 is dominant in the enneagram, because of this they avoid their problems _(._.)_well...

I wanted to choose Venti, but he has huge problems with responsibility or absence. He is used to drowning out moral pain with optimism, conversations, and a penchant for bad habits. And a pretty sloppy attitude.

That's why I chose Child. Of course, I don’t know what will happen in the future and whether you want to have a family, so I will talk about his family in Snezhnaya. For the comfort of his family, he will do everything. Just look at his spoiled younger brother<^!^> Of course, the "lie" question bothers me. In his case, it is rather "a lie for the good" and "a wolf in sheep's clothing." The first is for the family so that they do not worry, and the other for his work. I talked earlier about avoiding reality or problems. Tartaglia has a tendency to avoid real issues that only concern his life and injuries. In conversation, he avoids the question by making a joke out of it, so as not to begin to study himself deeply. Since you don't really like touch, I see that his love language is deeds, gifts, money.

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