#but it's not too distracting either since i'm so used to hearing the music at least from playing the trilogy

[invpulse]

I haven't seen a lot of discussion about RSD when it comes to ADHD discussions, so I thought I would do the honors since it's been affecting me for many years and I'd like people to know more about it!

I have had a diagnosis for ADHD but was never told- instead learning I had autism through therapy but still having some behaviors that I could never explain that just Happened.

I learned I had ADHD over the summer, and with that, severe rejection sensitive dysphoria.

before reading, please keep in mind that this is mostly talking from personal experience and some skimmed research! not experiencing RSD doesn't mean you do/don't have ADHD, and it may not appear like how it appeared for me. I don't only have autism + adhd either, so those may also contribute to any differences! ^^

RSD is the immense emotional pain after being criticized, rejected, or even teased (ignore my misspell in the panel). This rejection can be real or perceived, and we react like this because it hurts.

The pain can manifest as aggression, bringing on symptoms of depression (thoughts of s/h, isolation, demotivation, etc) and anxiety/panic attacks.

it can cause physical aliments like the above. For me, it causes my heartrate to skyrocket, heart palpitations, the feeling of being in a crisis, and extreme shaking to occur along with stomach pain.

(In fact, right now I'm going through it because making a post talking about this, despite having & dealing with it, makes me scared of other's opinions on it.)

RSD can also take the form of avoiding situations, people, or conversations where rejection or criticism is very possible.

Like other types of dysphoria, it is out of our control and hard to manage. It can last from days to weeks to months, all depending on both the trigger* and the individual.

I had a RSD episode that was on-and-off for a little over a year or two; getting more tame and bearable as it slowly drifted and stopped haunting my mind with the incident.

Compared to the other times my RSD was set off, this moment was a rather big moment in my life and ended up permanently changing me moving forward - which can be the reason why it lasted so long.

Despite how unbearable it can get, there are some ways to cope with it & lessen the effect it has.

Communicate - If you need time to process something that's told to you, you should say so (as difficult as it is). Tell the person(s) involved about your RSD, how you need time to digest information like this and take some time to relax. Trying to respond to the information while going through the head of the dysphoria will be very rough and might not be what you truly want to say.

Distract - This is really useful for me personally! Do something that grabs your attention or occupies your mind. One of RSD's main symptoms is rumination, thinking of something over and over again. I usually listen to music, draw, or play a game that won't frustrate me - like minecraft! (i'd say rain world but some of you would call me a maniac /lhj)

Perspective - This may require some communication, but it can really help and connect with others. See what the involved people thought / perceived, explain, talk. This doesn't always have the chance to end in rainbows and rekindling but at least you understand. Sometimes simply hearing the person explain their own side is enough to ease my RSD, being able to have someone explain themselves to me so i can understand them better.

I also wanna point out the "don't take it personally" thing that people try to use to deal with it isn't something i agree with since we're going to take it personally at first regardless. Later on, not really, but you're trying to cope with the symptoms... telling someone (or yourself) that they're too sensitive & over-reacting is the worse thing you could do.

With time, you can even begin to build up your 'armor' and be able to sustain yourself in situations you might get hurt in. Of course, some things may be able to sneak past and hurt you more than you expect, but at the end of the day, you're trying your best to go about it the best you can while taking so many blows. you're doing great.

OK i dont have a lot more to add so if anyone else would like to talk about their experiences, please feel free! Character showcased here was my beloved fursona Shiki! i'm just a little neurodivergent + black artist from new york :]

hope you enjoyed it! sorry for the long post </3

#long post #rsd #adhd rsd #rejection sensitive dysphoria #neurodiversity #digital art #digital illustration #sfw furry #furry art #digital drawing #furry character #furry oc #furry artist #procreate #furry

[oleander-nin]

Hihi! I love your writing for the yan!rise turtles! I'm not sure if you take requests, but, may I request a post about the yandere turtles reacting to or interacting with a s/o who copes with the stress of their kidnapping by singing? The songs I think of would be like musical style songs like ballads that really convict emotions.

If you don't take requests that's totally fine! I hope you're having a great day/afternoon/night!

A/N, not important: This isn't as Yan as I wanted it to be, but this would literally be like, the optimal situation for all of them. If it sucks majorly, just send me another ask, and I'll edit it to make it more dark. Thank you for requesting, you literally requested like a minute before I closed them you lucky duck. If you're ever curious about requesting, you can check my pinned post which has my requesting rules linked. I recommend you always check that before requesting. I'm trying to push out as many as I can because I want to clean out my inbox before I post the 100/200 follower special. It's impressive how fast these can go once I stop being such a lazy prick. Posts are probbles gonna be a bit shorter for a while, my apologies. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Themes of being kidnapped, obsessive behavior, isolation(Donnie), yandere themes, coping mechanisms

Words: 639

Summary: The Yan! ROTTMNT turtles deal with a S/O that sings to cope with being kidnapped.

Mikey:

Is intrigued.

Will usually try and hang around while you’re singing, finding your voice soothing. Even if you sound like a screaming goat, he still loves it. You’re perfect, and so is your voice.

Encourages it as well.

Not only does he love to hear you sing, but he also recognizes it as a healthier coping mechanism.

When you’re singing, even if it’s a really sad song, you’re not really fighting him or using some destructive coping mechanism. 

Has you sing while he draws. Feels it brings you both closer together, the both of you making a form of art. Yours just happens to be intangible.

Records it when he can and shows off your singing to his brothers.

Is very proud of you and your talent

Pretends it’s not a trauma response/a coping mechanism.

He is well aware that it is, but he likes to pretend it isn’t

Donnie:

Either sits you in his lab with him, or records you while you sing in his room.

Since those are the two main places you’re going to be, he’s able to almost always listen.

Plays the tapes of you singing when you are either refusing to speak to him, or he’s punishing you via isolation and is unable to listen to you in person.

If you sing more musical style songs, he will 100% try to duet with you, especially if it’s a love song.

Will just tell you to sing sometimes. If he gets overwhelmed, and needs some form of stimulation, he goes to you and just sits in front of you and demands you to sing.

Gets incredibly huffy if you refuse.

On the flip side, he can also get extremely irritated if you’re singing for too long or if it’s distracting him or something.

Will demand you either shut up or make you go into your little isolation room to sing since it’s soundproof.

Raph:

Just a friendly reminder for Raph’s before I get yelled at. You might not actually be smaller than him, or weaker than him, but he very much sees you that way.

Anyways, he finds it cute that you sing to deal with your stress.

You’re already so fragile and weak, but you sing to cope too?

Now that’s just plain adorable.

It’s just proof that you need him. Your mind is too feeble to deal with the stress head on.

You need him to take care of you, and he’s happy to listen to your little performances.

Will scoop you into his arms(or drag you towards him if you’re bigger) and hold you tight, having you sing away while you're stuck with him.

Doesn’t understand why you stopped singing after he grabbed you.

He’s only helping after all.

Leo:

Sits criss-cross applesauce in front of you as you sing.

Very much appreciates and likes it.

Mikey mentioned offhandedly it being your coping mechanism, and Leo thought it was a really pretty one.

Begs Donnie to figure out how to cleanly record your voice without you knowing.

He wanted to listen to you sing while he’s on patrol or in battle.

Like Donnie, would try his best to sing along.

Or hum along since he doesn't want to disrupt you too much.

Usually drops what he’s doing to come listen to you, gives you all his attention.

It’s unnerving, but he doesn't want to miss a single moment with you.

Especially not when he finds your voice such a gift.

Has you sing before you both go to sleep, likes to pull you close to his chest and bury his face into your neck as you do so.

Is incredibly conflicted, he wants to show off your voice to his brothers, but at the same time, he wants to be the only one to be able to hear you.

#rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise leo #rottmnt leo #yandere donnie #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #gender neutral y/n #yandere donnie x reader #yandere #cw kidnapping #cw yandere #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere x reader #raph rottmnt #yandere leonardo #yandere leo #yandere mikey #yandere raph #yandere raphael #yandere headcanons #tmnt headcanons #yandere donatello

[misc-obeyme]

more kitchen barb thots

playing music while mc and barbatos are cooking, each doing their own tasks. mc starts swaying their hips to the music- knowingly or not, but its enough to distract barb once he notices and he cant help but continuing to glance over bc the movements are just so captivating he cant help but watch despite all his usual self control. muscle memory has to take over for his task to continue but eventually even that falters (hopefully not while hes chopping stuff lmao) but mc hears the change in rhythm/slight clattering of the bowl and obvs has to check if their cooking buddy is ok!! and barbatos barely manages not to stutter as he assures them hes fine, just a bit distracted because of an "upcoming event" or some other excuse but hes got a pink tint to his cheeks from nearly getting caught staring.

at this point mc can either be oblivious to the reality and just reach out to give a gentle reassuring arm squeeze and a reminder that theyre 'always here if you need anything, we can take a break to decompress for a few minutes :) ' or theyre wise abt it and decide to tease the poor butler and go up to him, turn him to face them and put a hand to his forehead ""checking for a fever"" (pressing their chest into his at the same time ;) ). pull him away from the busy counter and dote on him worried 'but barb your face is so warm! i dont want my favorite demon getting sick :( especially since you look so cute with a blush it would be so unfortunate if the cause was you not feeling well' but internally theyre all >:3 lets see what it takes for his resolve to crack

i feel like the moment you catch him off guard with this kinda thing if you just keep up the "innocent/unaware" flirt teasing it would make it more and more difficult for him to pull it back together. but if he gets that moment then he'll start teasing back. this may be ooc rip and it got Way long but scenarios are fun lol

-🥐

Oh welcome back, 🥐 anon!

One of my favorite things about Barb is the way he teases. However, I also think it's fantastic when the tables are turned and he's the one who's flustered.

The thing about this guy is that he isn't easily flustered, but if there is anyone who can accomplish it without even noticing, it's absolutely MC. I have actually written scenes (though I think they later got scrapped) where Barbatos straight up cuts himself while chopping vegetables because of something MC did or said. So not like him! But that's the point! MC makes him do things he wouldn't normally do. And he can either lean into it or try to resist it and I think you end up with different scenarios depending on which way he decides to go.

MC's reaction certainly matters, too. If they're oblivious, I think Barbatos could safely pretend nothing happened and move on, but I also think he could be the one who teases MC and gets them all flustered.

But a wise MC who's all I'm just trying to make sure you're okay! Listen. I very much think that Barbatos would have a hard time controlling himself at that point. Even if he knows that MC is doing it on purpose. Maybe even more if he knows.

The best thing about Barb is that I feel like I can write him being a real troublemaker where he just messes with MC a lot, but I can also write him being the one who is easily flustered. Like yeah he's got that rigid facade, but you can say beneath it there is a man who is fully aware of what he's doing and deliberately does things just to get a reaction out of MC. Or you could say that beneath it is a suppressed man that gets blushy when you start to tease him. However, I do think either way he'd eventually give in because MC is the only person for whom he is lenient about anything ever.

MC might tease him and fluster him and get him all riled up, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he starts playing into it. I think he'd use the whole situation to his advantage. Especially if he's like yes let's take a break because secretly he wants to get naughty but he doesn't want to mess up the kitchen lol.

#you could go either way and I like both options #but my favorite thing is always Barb losing control #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #🥐 anon #misc answers

[cuntypyramidhead]

Yandere The Unknown x reader (part 1)

(Dead by daylight)

Note: don't question this

Also this is going to become a proper fanfic, I have no idea how long. I might connect it to my dbd fanfic.

Also I might edit it to make more sense, a lot of this has been written at 3am. Please ignore any errors they might be fixed at some point.

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You found a new job a few weeks ago, working at a movie theatre. Honestly, you were kind of happy for it. Although the area was dirty and sticky, you were able to get a discount on the movies and snacks, which made it worth it for you. It isn't something you wanted for the rest of your life, but it was good enough for now. You moved to this new town a few months ago, and previously worked at a wreckers, but quickly moved on since the people working there were sketchy.

One of your old friends suggested to work here and of course you agreed. You got discounts and your friend everyday, she also helped you get the job. But not long after you started she disappeared. It was difficult, and you hoped every night she'd come back. The place hurt to be at sometimes, but maybe one day she'll walk in through the doors with that beautiful smile on her face.

You shook your head, you couldn't think about it now. You can't do anything to get her back. You just had to hope the police would take it seriously. But with the recent disappearances, you doubt they'd focus heavily on her. Within the past month there's been over 10 people who've gone missing. Maybe to them she's just a number. There's a few people who go missing every month. It's just... normal for this town. The police do what they can... I guess. But they never will focus for long on one person, because there's always another who goes within a few days or a week. There's just too many crimes happening that it's difficult to keep track. There's maybe a few thousand people who live there, and maybe two stations. So there needs to be more, but they probably won't bother. It's been the same two for maybe 20 years from what you'd heard.

You vacuumed the crumb covered floor, wiping down the chairs, trying to get it as clean as you could. You wanted to keep this job, at least till you could find something more stable. While mopping the linoleum floors, you listened to some music. You ignored the world around you. It was nice to have a distraction. Although cleaning wasn't a nightmare, you'd prefer not too. Some parts of the cinema was darker, your boss was always insistent on turning off the lights if you aren't in the room. It was a bit unnerving, but eventually you learnt to get used to it. It wasn't exactly welcoming, but it wasn't terrifying either.

Occasionally you'd take off your headphones for a few moments, as your ears started to get sore from the pressure. You wanted to get better ones, but you were in a somewhat small town, and there weren't a lot of electronic stores. It was annoying having the wire in the way, but you learnt how to deal with it. You decided to just let them sit on your shoulders, around your neck. Still hearing the music, although it was quieter. You hummed along, eventually sighing at peoples disgustingness. Was it so hard just to put their rubbish away?

Once the bin was full, you picked it up and went outside. The dumpster was almost overflowing, but it wasn't your job to empty that. You threw the bag on top, trying to prevent it from falling down. Once it was stable, you were about to walk inside when you heard someone voice from in the parking lot.

"Can... can you please help me? I'm stuck!" The voice sounded wrong, it's tone was off as it lacked any emotion behind the words he was saying.

You were about to walk over, but remembered all the disappearances. You felt a loud tinge of guilt. "I'm... I'm sorry I can't! I'll get the police to help." You yelled back.

"P-please I really need help!"

You gulped and stepped back, "I can't, I promise the police will come soon!"

You ran inside slamming the door, hearing the cries begging for help coming closer and closer. You were confused, if they were stuck how were they getting closer... Something wasn't right. The situation made your skin crawl. You ran to the phone which sat on the desk. You dialed the number for emergency services and asked for a police officer. You explained the situation, and made it sound more normal as you didn't want to be labelled crazy. You said it rather simply, that there was someone saying they were stuck but something seemed off and suspicious and you wanted the police to take care of it.

While you waited for the police, you sat on one of the chairs at the front desk, fidgeting while listening to music, trying to prevent yourself from panicking. You wanted to keep level-headed. You sang the song quietly, tapping your fingers on the desk. You laid your head back and closed your eyes. You kept one side of the headphone off your ear, so you could hear the police knocking and let them in.

Once they arrived, they checked the whole building and area surrounding it, eventually finding nothing. They also checked the security cameras which showed only you, nothing else. The footage showed no one in the parking lot or anywhere else.

This made you doubt yourself even more.

--

Eventually you went home and laid in bed. You struggled to fall asleep as all you could think about was what happened and the fear you felt. You kept replaying it over and over, analyzing any details you could remember. You remembered how off the voice was, how almost inhuman it was.

You brushed it off, maybe it was because of a lack of sleep. You weren't sure anymore. You tried to stop thinking of it because you really needed to sleep. But it kept squeezing through the cracks and coming back into your mind.

Your eyes slowly closed, and your breathing softened. You were so tired, so, so tired. You just wanted to rest.

Eventually, you started to hear light tapping against the window and low whispers of which sounded like it came from hundreds of people. You thought it was just because you were exhausted. It went away after a few minutes, leaving you to think you were right.

However, after tossing and turning for another 30 minutes, you were rustling in the bushes and voices near your bedroom. You shot out of bed, then peered slightly through the crack of the curtains.

You saw a head peeking out of the bushes, the main thing you noticed about the being was it's lifeless, black hole like eyes. It had no emotion and truly seemed inhuman regardless of its humanoid-like stature.

You felt your stomach drop and your heart stopped for a few moments. It twitched its head every few seconds, every time, it made your stomach twist more and more, the anxiety and fear filling you to the brim. You couldn't look away, it was almost hypnotic and left you in an awful trance with its horrifying appearance.

"Can you help me? I'm... Stuck." It said without its face moving. Your eyes widened in utter horror.

"I'm scared, please help me." It said with a loud snap of its neck, finally pulling you out of your trance. You fell onto the ground with a loud thud, you rubbed your back attempting to soothe the pain. After about a minute you got up, and went back to the curtain.

You watched as the legs of the creature disappeared from your line of sight. You weren't sure if you truly saw that, maybe you were truly going insane you couldn't tell anymore.

---

You awoke in a cold sweat to your alarm blaring into your ears. You groaned, turning it off. You didn't remember crawling back into bed, was it a nightmare? You shook it off. It was just because of the fear you felt last night, it just made you bring it into your dreams.

You stood up and got ready. You looked awful, but attempted to fix it with some makeup. You wore some more dramatic makeup, especially around the eyes. You wore some eyeliner, smudged it a little and combed your hair. You then applied some lip gloss and grabbed some random clothes from your closet.

You decided to call your boss. You knew it would be better to tell him yourself than someone else. You made it sound less bizarre and brushed it off. You didn't want to lose any shifts if he thought you needed a break.

After attempting to cover the tremble in your breath as you explained the situation, you walked to your car and headed to work. You've been taking longer shifts to earn more money. You would've left earlier yesterday if you could've but apparently that... Thing had to show up.

You stepped out of the car, the harsh winter wind making you shiver. You felt ill as you walked to the door. You had to go in though, you knew there was no other choice.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you were swapping shifts with one of your coworkers. Your shifts often start from 6pm to 12am. The theatre often closes at 10pm, which then gives you a couple hours to do some cleaning. Sometimes you do have to stay overtime, however, which can be a bit frustrating.

As you stepped inside your coworker greeted you. Another one was working as the cashier, which you also did but in between movies you gave a quick clean to the theatre room. The other coworker leaves at 10pm, which then leaves you alone in the building.

You plopped down next to them at the register, asking how busy it was.

They sighed, scratching the back of their head. "Surprisingly, not many. A lot of people are too scared to come down this way."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm surprised you don't know. Last night there was another disappearance nearby. The police are on high alert and people are freaking out."

"How'd they figure out they disappeared so quickly? Doesn't it normally take longer?"

"Well... It makes more sense when you know that there were screams at 2am coming from their house."

"I guess so... Sucks knowing I'm gonna be in this creepy place in the middle of the night." You grumbled, leaning back on the chair.

"Better you than me man, I'd rather quit than do that shit."

"Wow so comforting of you, thanks." You rolled your eyes, drawing on a random piece of paper to distract you.

"Yeah yeah, at least I'm being truthful! Honestly it's kinda shitty boss is still telling you to continue your shift.

"Ehh, it's fine. I need the money anyway, so the more hours the better."

"Your time not mine, just keep an eye out."

"Was planning on doing that. Also, do you think boss is going to be more of a tight ass? I hate having to have half the place pitch black while cleaning. Not the safest or efficient way to do it."

"I'm sure more people will come in the next few weeks, let's just hope the next disappearance is further away."

"I can pray, maybe god will damn help me this time." You murmur, tapping the pencil against the desk.

----

Very few people came in, only maybe 20 compared to the normal 100 or more. It meant you had less to clean, so maybe... You'll be able to leave earlier. And won't have to be in this uncomfortable place anymore. You can only pray.

As the shift passed, some people were on edge, but overall seemed fine. One child must've overheard about what happened recently, as they were scared, their eyes wide, they grabbed their mothers arm and attempted to pull them away from this place.

The mother rolled her eyes, saying they were safe since it was daylight.

"Monsters don't come out during the day, darling. You'll be fine. And there's other people here, they'll make sure to protect you." She leans down and pats her daughter on the head. "I promise you'll be okay sweetheart, it's just a movie theatre."

----

As night crept in, you started to slowly dread being there more and more. It started to slowly consume your thoughts, of what could potentially happen if you were left alone once more in this building. You hoped that since there wasn't as many people, you had more of a chance of being able to clean faster. And therefore, be able to leave earlier.

As your coworker left and put the closed sign up, you felt your stomach sink. You were sure that you were fucked. But what else could you do? You had to do your job. You had to do it regardless of what you wanted.

You went to the janitors closet, pulling the strings which turned the light on. It was rather claustrophobic. Dust had built up after what seemed like years of not being cleaned. You grabbed the vacuum and left the closet, and went over towards the front desk. You started there, and moved towards the movie room then upstairs. You were hyper aware of your surroundings, you couldn't help but feel on edge after last night. Every tap on the windows or hum of the electricity made you feel sick.

Once you were done vacuuming, out started to mop the floors. You wanted to listen to music, but you were afraid of not hearing if someone was lurking inside. You wanted to know what was happening around you.

After you did the basics, you sat down for a bit and wondered if you could get away with leaving the theatre like this. It's not like your boss comes in everyday.

You eventually decided to leave the place as is, you didn't feel safe being in there any longer. You instantly grabbed your handbag, but noticed your keys were missing and so was your phone... And wallet.

You felt bile instantly run up your throat. That awful feeling of knowing you were truly at another's mercy started to suffocate you. You panicked, looking under the desk, in the janitor's closet... Nothing. It was nowhere. You attempted to calm yourself down, saying you just misplaced it. That's all you did. There was nothing lurking around the corner watching your every move waiting to pounce and kill you.

You were fine. Just fine.

How the hell was everything missing? There's no way it all fell out when it was closed, and that it's been in the same spot since you got here.

You rushed around the building, searching everywhere for your stupid belongings. And in the middle of the already awful experience, you started to hear tapping on the windows. It was slow and intentional.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You went over towards it, moving the curtains. Nothing was there, but the bushes did move slowly. Those same, dead eyes pearing at you. That's when you realised everything you've witnessed was real.

Something was after you.

And you had no idea what the fuck it was, it definitely wasn't human. No humans neck twists like that, no human has the void-like holes, where no ounce of light can go through.

It slowly crept out of the bush, it's mangled limbs moving in unnatural, inhuman positions as it came towards the window.

It has already came in before, why the fuck was it trying to come in again? It could come in before, what now? Was there more than one? What did it want? Did it just get off on scaring you?

You stepped back, feeling like how you did the night before.

"No... No no. No." You murmured, grabbing the phone that hung on the wall. You attempted to dial the emergency services, but the lines were down. You shook your head, you had to have something to defend yourself from that... Thing. All these awful thoughts came into your mind. Of what it could do, of what it wanted.... And what it's true form was.

You heard popping sounds from the other side of the window.

"Can... You help me?"

Those distorted voices sent a shiver down your spine. That unnatural, disgusting sound.

You slowly glanced over your shoulder at the monster. It had the most awful, disgusting grin which showed all its teeth. It's disfigured head and body contorted as it started to tap on the window again.

"I... Need your... Help."

It said as it cocked its head.

"I am... Scared." It's mouth twitched wider. Both it's hands were placed on the window. Its face squished against it.

"I'm so scared."

If the situation wasn't serious, you would've laughed at the irony.

"Stay away from me!"

You yelled, grabbing a pair of scissors from the drawer. You pointed it towards the creature, even though you knew it was futile.

"Stay away from me!"

It mimicked, the dread which formed was sickening. It... Said the same thing. The two voices at once made it even more horrifying. The distorted sound triggered you more. It said things which were already unnerving, but it mimicked you in your tone, just slightly distorted was utterly mortifying. The fear you felt that night here and at home could never compare to this.

You decided that you had to get far away from this thing. You couldn't sit there forever, even another second was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and rot. A being like that shouldn't exist.

You ran up the stairs, you felt it's... Sockets following your figure, analysing every movement. You went into the bathrooms and slammed the door shut. You locked the door, then moved over to the window. You glanced outside, and saw that it was clear.

You heard fast, but light footsteps coming from outside. You knew it was toying with you. You knew it enjoyed the chase and it made you feel sick.

The tapping continued once more, but this time at the bathroom door.

"I'm scared... Why won't you help me?"

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed back, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at the door.

"I'm stuck."

The more you listened to it, the more its voice sounded normal and close to human. You rapidly shook your had, murmuring to yourself.

"No, no this isn't happening."

It sounded so normal, its panic was so evident and felt real. Earlier it didn't, what was going on?!

You felt dizzy, your vision started to become slightly blurry. You collapsed onto the ground, in front of one of the bathroom stalls.. Your head thumped, the pain made you groan. You knew you had to get out, that's the only thing you could do. You weren't sure what was going on anymore. You had to get out.

You slowly stood up, holding onto the edge of the stall. You moved towards the window, contemplating how you were going to get down. There were bushes underneath, but you knew you were screwed if you landed wrong. There were no other options unless you wanted to face that thing. You slowly opened the window, attempting to be quiet just in case the... Thing will hear. To your relief it made no noise. You slowly placed your legs over, holding onto the edge tightly. You took a deep breath then pushed yourself off.

You groaned as your body hit the floor hard, causing pain to radiate through you. you groaned, knowing your body was going to be covered in bruises. You hissed as you slowly sat up. You brushed the twigs off of your shirt, then used the brick wall to attempt to help yourself up. You moved around the outside of the building, attempting to be quiet.

You knew you couldn't use your car, you had no idea how to hotwire it. The only option you had was to walk home, well, better run.

You started to sprint away, ignoring every aching muscle and joint. You gritted your teeth as you forced your legs to move. You occasionally glanced over your shoulder, and to your relief, saw nothing there. You started to slow down when you felt safer since you were further away from that thing.

You leaned over, placing your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths. You felt dizzy, but knew you had to get home. After a minute, you started to walk again. As you walked down the street, occasionally you spotted cars driving by or the really odd person or two walking by. You always held the scissors tight, regardless of how much it dug into your skin.

Eventually, you got to your home. You searched your pockets for your keys, then remembered you lost them at the theatre. You hoped that thing wouldn't find them. You went to the backyard and grabbed them from under one of the pots. You unlocked the door, then went inside.

You placed some chairs behind the front and back door under the handle. You then slipped the latch so unlocking wouldn't work. You made sure you did everything you could to prevent the thing from coming inside.

You felt relieved once you glanced around knowing that you were safe.

So you could finally have a good sleep, you went to have a warm shower. You washed away all the dirt from your skin, watching as the dirt slowly went down the drain. You sat in the warmth, soaking up the comfort from it for as long as you can. You sat in the shower for a while till the hot water ran out, forcing you to go back into the cold. Reminding you of the bitter reality you'll have to face eventually.

You got dressed then went to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the utensil drawer. You tapped the point, dragging your finger across the blade. You wanted to make sure it'd actually be useful if you needed to defend yourself.

You locked your bedroom door, making sure the latch would be strong enough to keep anything out. The hairs on your skin were constantly standing. Every shadow and movement puts you on edge. Your own home didn't make you feel safe, only the slightest bit safer than if you were to be outside.

You walked over to your bedside drawer, then placed the knife on top of it.. You left the lamp which sat beside you on. You pulled open one of the draws and grabbed one of your old alarms since your phone was lost.

You haven't used it for so long it took a while to figure it out. Once you set it, you laid down in bed. You stared at the ceiling, getting dragged into your thoughts. You occasionally focused on shadows that danced on your walls, wondering if one of them will ever be the creature which tortured your emotions hours before.

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#yandere x reader #yandere the Unknown #yandere dbd #yandere #the unknown x reader #the unknown #dbd x reader

[inverted-flowers]

More hermits as deities!

I got very stuck on Impulse because I was so determined to do his... But well uh... yeah...

Bdubs: God of The Day

Good nights rest

Sunrise

Daytime

Horses

Enjoyable travel

Healing through rest

Safety at night

Symbolism:

Moss

Clocks

The sun

Horses

Sleep caps

Offerings:

Clocks, either working ones like pocket watches or fake art pieces

Blankets

Medicinal herbs

Lavender and other herbs associated/for calming and sleep

Notes: Followers would place shines in areas where they could get lots of sunshine. The most traditional spot would be in a bedroom window that gets lots of light.

Gem:

Feminine strength and power

Honesty

Self defense

Cottage life

Note: I only recently started watching her and honestly my poor health and lack of wifi is preventing me from watching most rn.. poor timing but I really wanted to include her because she's wonderful. Also she's rather Athena coded. Athena is a greek goddess of war who's also a patron goddess of craftsmen. I rest my case do I not?

Impulse:

Scar: God of The Trade

Impulsiveness

Symbolism:

Yellow, gold, and black

Lower case i

Offerings:

Gold

Trades and deals

Manipulation and verbal trickery

Facades

Aesthetic gardening

Beautiful trees

Symbolism:

Fae and vexes

Offerings:

Money

Snacks

Gardens and landscaping work

Notes: His typical worshippers could be traders, but especially those who work the land. Garden and field workers under the wealthy could be a particularly big group. Since typically fae are known for their twisting of words and also incredibly nature based, it's only right to include them.

Joel: God of Pride

Pride and bravado

Self awareness, shame, and false bravado

Sarcasm

Symbolism:

Lighting (i had to ok?)

Ogres

Offerings:

Notes: His followers are totally ubber secretive. Also I imagine that he's sort of a two sides to a coin type. In art maybe he's depicted as both an ogre and a man with green antenna. Which is used indicates which "side of the coin" is at play. I think there's a lot more to be included in his list too.

Tango: God of Ambition

Distractions

Intense focus

Mechinisms

Ambition

Passion, excitement, rage, and drive

Symbolism:

Red, icy blues for certain periods

Fire

Offerings:

Notes: Can I just jokingly say he's the god of adhd? Lord he was just about Impulse all over again in this process.

Xisuma: God of Music

Music and expression through it

Community

Guidance

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Overall notes:

I assume Cleo would be referred to as a diety instead of a god or goddess. When I inevitably start watching her content because oh my god a person who also uses they/them and another pronoun maybe I'll try to revisit this but I dunno if I'll remember lol. So if any who's a fan of their's had ideas please please share! I'm very curious of them!

I've also kinda broken it up into categories and I have more to add to this topic so I'm looking to do a post where I talk more about it! Feel free to join in when I do.

And just like last time, I'd love to hear other's ideas with this. If there's any gaps I left or people I haven't included, I welcome you to toss in your input. Even if you're just adding onto something that I didn't leave blank! I read all the ones people shared with the original post and it was lovely. Honestly I might explode because I still can't come up with much for Impulse so input would be greatly appreciated.

(Also I cannot believe I didn't include bdubs in the first post so I'm added him in here. How the heck did I not notice? He's the one I started with!)

Edit: it took me an embarrassingly long time to notice I didn't put the handful of ideas I had for Impulse down.

#hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #bdubs #bdubbleo100 #geminitay #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #tangotek #tango tek #hermitcraft tango #xisuma #xisumavoid #inverted flower's hermit deities #sure thatll work

[undeadspeeds]

I won't say

Damian Wayne x Male!Reader

requested

I'm not too knowledgeable on titans comics besides the way older ones so I used the lineup from the animated universe? Hope this is fine!

Everyone was in the big living room. Raven was sitting on the couch alone, reading a book with earphones on. Gar and Jaime were jumping around and annoying Damian. Kory and Dick were in their little corner, whispering in each other’s ears and giggling.

Y/N was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, books and notebooks were scattered around the small table. Words and numbers flew around on the pages as he tried to focus on them. He knew he had to be quicker. The homework was due in a few hours and this was the first break he had free since it had been assigned. Apparently, villains aren’t considerate enough to leave teenage heroes’ time for homework.

All the surrounding noise wasn’t helping, either. He could faintly hear the music coming out Of Raven’s earphones and Starfire’s laughs. Gar’s screams of joy and Jaime trying to stop him, their shoes against the floor. Damian’s complaining and the toaster going off, the TV turned on for no reason, the scrapping of the pen against the paper, his irregular breathing.

He was regretting accepting Dick’s invitation to spend family time.

Cold hands on his back disrupted him from zoning out. Turning around, he found worry where he never thought he would: Damian’s eyes. It was the first time he had seen the boy showing anything other than annoyance or one of his triumphant smiles when sparring. It was new.

While Damian’s social skills were lacking, he was very perceptive, and he could tell how one was feeling with one of his not-so-subtle looks. Still, it always surprised him when the boy acted on his knowledge.

It’s not like he and Damian were extremely close, sure they interacted daily and had excellent teamwork, but they just never had the opportunity to deepen the relationship, as much as he hoped for it to happen.

Robin’s hand raised from resting on his side, holding it out for the boy to take it. The other hand was still on his teammate’s back. Suddenly the room was silent, everyone’s eyes on them.

The stares felt even worse than the noise. It was embarrassing enough to be almost having a meltdown over homework in front of all of your friends, but now they were looking at him and Damian as if they grew new heads. He got it, really. The guy never seemed to care about others and now he was asking for his hands. It was weird. But the stares combined with the silence didn’t feel necessary.

So Y/N accepted the hand that, with surprising strength, helped him stand and, without a word, led him out of the room.

They kept walking down the hallway to the dorms area. Damian’s determined walk was reassuring when he felt so lost in himself. The new silence was far more comfortable and the warming up of their hands distracted him enough to not think about the fact it was Damian Wayne, the son of Batman and heir to the demon, who was caring about him.

In his bedroom, their hands fell apart. He felt a bit disappointed as what was grounding him was gone. As he sat on the bed, he looked up once again, calmer than before. Damian avoided his eyes, and he secretly hoped it was shyness.

“You should be more aware of your limits,” he said, obvious. “How can we trust you’re capable on the field if you can’t tell when it’s time to quit?”

Despite the harsh words, he laughed, understanding the worry behind them. With a nod, he agrees. They talked nothing else about it as Damian leaves the room and he goes to sleep. But when he woke up the next morning with a pile of finished homework and his favorite pastry sitting on his desk, Y/N knew Damian cared even more than he let on that night.

#x male reader #x male!reader #batboys x male reader #batboys x reader #batfam imagine #batfam x reader #batman x male reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x male reader #batboys x you #damian wayne x you #dc x male reader #dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys x y/n #batfam x y/n #damian wayne imagine #robin x reader #damian wayne x y/n #batfam x male reader #batfam x you

[rainbownixie]

adhd mike headcanons?

i love this so much <33 adhd mike is so important to me!!

when he hyperfocus on writing he can't focus on anything else and he often forgets there's people around him. will often stays by his side when that happens because he loves to draw mike without him noticing <3

it's so so so hard for him to write sometimes. like- he gets distracted by EVERYTHING and he often procrastinates. he goes to nancy's room to annoy her, he eats out of boredom, he calls lucas out of nowhere only because he can... did he forget to tidy his room?? LET'S DO IT NOW. he's only able to focus whenever will's around, because having someone else working next to him (drawing, in this case) makes him want to focus on his work too.

he has an hyperfixation on dnd!! and i'm sure it seems pretty obvious but i like to think about him rambling about the campaigns and his characters and stories and the music they could use while they play! he's so so into dnd and won't stop talking about it.

he's always late to everything. they have to meet at 5? he gets there at 6 because he either forgot or he thought he had enough time to get ready in 10 minutes, when he actually ended up getting distracted and it took him like 1 hour. dustin goes to his house to pick him up ever since that one day when he absolutely forgot about them.

he can't do ANYTHING if there's noise around him. hearing nancy or his mom talk on the phone is like ten thousand nails on his ears. he gets easily distracted so it frustrates him when he can't do anything about the noise, and that causes a lot of meltdowns. he can't even think when there's people talking or music around him.

the last point is why he often doesn't sleep. not because he just can't (that too, he has a lot of energy at night) but because at night his house is way more silent and calmer. so he spends the whole night awake doing his own stuff in the basement and then he falls asleep around 6am. karen is always worried about his health tbh

he gets frustrated when people interrupt him or don't pay attention to what he's saying. conversations are really hard for him because he feels the need to talk all the time but ofc others need to talk too. he doesn't get annoyed at them or anything, but it makes him upset. will loves hearing him speak for hours tho

he struggles reading long books, and he hates it because i have this hc that he likes stephen king and the poor boy wants to read his long ass books but it's really hard for him

i don't think he's a bad student, i actually think he's pretty smart. but he gets distracted and bored easily in class. especially because he seats next to will and behind dustin/lucas and they're just- so easy to talk to in the middle of class. he only focuses in english class or in mr.clarke's (that man always keeps him focused with his excitement and teaching methods).

he struggles so much expressing himself out loud. there are just too many thoughts in his head and he gets so frustrated when he can't just say what he's thinking. they always have to wait for him to stop stuttering, breathe in, and organize his thoughts before he says anything. that's why he loves writing and dnd, it's the only time where he can express himself easily.

he gets overwhelmed pretty easily so people touching him is a big no-no. that's why he's the one initiating physical contact with will

god he hates watching a movie without talking. whenever the party has a movie night, they have to get ready to hear him ramble for hours about every little scene. will loves it, btw.

he can't sit down correctly and won't stop moving and stimming. when the party hangs out together to chill he always ends up standing up and walking around the room. if he sits down, he prefers the floor rather than a chair or a couch.

he's pretty much exhausted and tired most of the time because he doesn't really sleep well and needs constant serotonin. people think he's rude and boring but you just have to give the boy something to do.

don't ever give that boy money because he doesn't how to spend it correctly and always acts impulsively and buys shit he doesn't actually want

random hc but he bites will. like, lovingly bites will. he goes MUNCH and he bites his hand or arm or cheek. it's his way to show love, okay

he feels so bad for forgetting stuff about will :( like forgetting dates and stuff. however, he always remembers little things and fun facts about him and it always makes will happy

dustin is always the one to realize he's bored so he always talks to mike and gives him stuff to work with when they're just chilling

lucas will always remind him to eat because he forgets to do it. often.

mike isn't rude or mean, he just takes criticism badly and that's why he speaks impulsively and says stuff he doesn't really mean

the only one who understands what he's saying when talking fast is max because she pays attention to every word without even noticing

el understands him perfectly when he's having a meltdown, and she's basically the only one besides will who can calm him down

his room and the basement are a fucking mess but he gets frustrated and annoyed whenever karen fixes them. he has his own way of organizing stuff

i... projected A LOT on mike. thanks for this ask!!! it makes me so happy really <3

#adhd mike my beloved #these are all things that happen to me personally but everyone experiences adhd in different ways! #byler #mike wheeler #stranger things

[gu1lty-as-sin]

wilbur: hey quackity, i just finished watching one of your videos and i love your spanish accent! are you from spain?

quackity: No, I'm not from Spain. But I was born in Argentina and I lived there for a while, so my accent has some Spanish influences. I'm glad you liked it! Do you speak Spanish too?

wilbur: oh really? i had no idea! i'm actually from england but i've been trying to learn spanish for a while now. i think it's such a beautiful language. and yeah, i speak a little bit. not as good as you but i can understand you fine!

Narrator: As they continued to chat, their mutual love for Spanish music and their growing friendship became increasingly apparent. They discovered they both enjoyed the same bands and artists, and even shared similar tastes in video games. Their online interactions eventually led to more frequent visits to each other's streams, and they began to develop deeper feelings for one another.

wilbur: have you ever heard of the spanish band lovejoy? they're amazing. they have this song called "are you alone?" that always makes me think of you when i hear it.

quackity: Oh yeah, I love them! Their music is so catchy and upbeat. And "Are You Alone?" is one of my favorites too. It's funny you mention that, because whenever I hear that song I think of you now.

wilbur: really? that's so cool. do you want to play some minecraft together sometime? i'm not that good but i'd love to get to know you better.

quackity: I'd love to! We could even start up a little server just for the two of us. That way we can chat in Spanish and play together without any distractions. Plus, it'll give us an excuse to practice our Spanish together.

wilbur: that sounds amazing! you can invite me to your next stream and we can set it up then. or we could even stream together if you'd like.

Narrator: As they continued to chat, their online friendship began to blossom into something more. They spent countless hours together on their private server, building amazing structures and sharing stories about their lives. Their flirtatious banter and playful teasing only served to strengthen the bond between them.

Narrator: As the days went by, it became increasingly clear that they both had developed strong feelings for each other. Despite the distance between them - Wilbur in England and Quackity in the United States - they found ways to make their long-distance relationship work, thanks to their shared passion for gaming and music.

Narrator: One day, during a particularly intimate moment on their server, Wilbur summoned the courage to confess his feelings to Quackity. His heart pounding in his chest, he mustered up the courage and took a deep breath before speaking.

wilbur: quackity… i just wanted to tell you that… i really like you. A lot. And… i was wondering if maybe you felt the same way.

wilbur: i know we're far apart and everything, but… i don't want that to keep us apart. i want to be with you, no matter what.

Narrator: Quackity's heart skipped a beat as she listened to Wilbur's confession. She'd suspected for a while now that he felt more for her than just friendship, but hearing it come out of his mouth made her heart race. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she looked into his deep green eyes and responded softly.

quackity: Wilbur… I've felt the same way for a long time now. Ever since we started talking. I don't want anything to come between us either. I want to be with you, no matter what.

wilbur: really? you mean that?

quackity: Of course I mean it. You're amazing, Wilbur. You make me happy, and I want to be with you forever.

Narrator: A warm glow spread through Wilbur as he heard Quackity's words. He leaned in closer, their lips mere inches apart. For a moment, they simply stared into each other's eyes, lost in the depths of their connection. Then, with a gentle sigh, Wilbur closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.

Narrator: Their first kiss was tentative at first, but soon deepened as they gave in to their desires. Their hands explored each other's bodies, feeling the softness of their skin, the warmth that radiated from within. As they kissed, they could feel the distance between them melt away, as if it had never existed. They were together, in this moment, and nothing else mattered.

Narrator: After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Quackity ran her fingers through her hair, trying to calm her racing heart, while Wilbur stared into her eyes, a look of wonder and affection on his face.

quackity: Wilbur… that was… perfect.

wilbur: you're perfect. I love you, Quackity. And I'll make sure we're together, no matter what.

quackity: I love you too, Wilbur. And I know we can make it work. No matter how far apart we are.

quackity: We can even record our own music together. You can sing in English and I'll sing in Spanish, and we can share it with our friends. It'll be amazing!

wilbur: That sounds incredible! I've always wanted to work with you on music. I can't wait to see what we can create together.

wilbur: In the meantime, why don't we keep building on our server? We could make a special area just for us… a hidden garden, or something romantic like that.

quackity: That's a wonderful idea, Wilbur! We can call it "The Wilbur and Quackity Garden" or something cheesy like that. I'm excited to see what you have in mind.

Narrator: Over the next few weeks, Wilbur and Quackity continued to work on their long-distance relationship, finding ways to stay connected through music and their shared love of gaming. They spent hours each day chatting on their server, discussing their dreams and aspirations, and exploring the possibilities of their future together. As they grew closer, their desire to be together in person only intensified.

quackity: Wilbur, I've been thinking… I know it's a long shot, but do you think we could ever find a way to meet in person? Maybe we could save up enough money to fly to see each other?

wilbur: I've been thinking about that too, Quackity. It might not be easy, but I believe we can make it happen. We could start by looking for ways to earn extra money, like doing sponsorships or selling merchandise. And who knows? Maybe one day, we'll be able to attend a convention together.

quackity: That would be amazing! I've always wanted to go to a convention. It would be so much fun to meet all of our online friends in person. And to finally meet you, of course.

wilbur: I can't wait for that day to come, Quackity. Until then, let's keep working on our music and our server. Who knows where it might lead us?

Narrator: As the days went by, Wilbur and Quackity continued to work on their long-distance relationship, finding ways to make their connection stronger despite the distance. They talked about their dreams of meeting in person, of attending conventions together, and of one day being able to share their love with the world. Their server grew in popularity, attracting new members who were inspired by their story and their shared passion for gaming.

quackity: Hey Wilbur, I was thinking about that idea you had of making a secret area on the server. Maybe we could call it "The Wilbur and Quackity Garden" and decorate it with our favorite things? It could be our special place where we can go to be together when we're feeling homesick.

wilbur: That sounds wonderful, Quackity! I'd love to work on that with you. Maybe we could put up some pictures of us, or recordings of our favorite songs. We could even plant virtual flowers and grow them together. It'll be our little sanctuary on the server.

quackity: It'll be perfect. I can't wait to start working on it with you. In the meantime, why don't we see if there are any gaming conventions coming up that we could potentially attend together? It would be so much fun to meet our online friends in person.

wilbur: That's a great idea! I'll start looking into it right away. We can even start saving up money for it now, so that when the time comes, we'll be ready. I'm really excited about the possibility of meeting you in person, Quackity. I can't wait for that day to come.

Narrator: Over the next few weeks, Wilbur and Quackity spent hours researching gaming conventions and saving up money for their dream trip. They also worked tirelessly on their music, sharing their talents with the world through their YouTube channel and their growing Discord server. Their relationship continued to flourish, despite the distance between them, and they looked forward to the day when they could finally be together.

Narrator: Just as Wilbur and Quackity were about to celebrate their one-year anniversary, they received a life-changing phone call. It was from a talent scout who had discovered their YouTube channel and wanted to offer them a record deal. The catch? They would have to move to a different city to work with the label.

wilbur: Quackity, I'm so excited to tell you this! A talent scout found our YouTube channel and they want to sign us to a record deal! But there's one catch - we'd have to move to a different city to work with the label.

quackity: …Wait, what? Move? But… but that means we'd have to be apart! Wilbur, I can't leave my family, and they can't leave theirs. We'd have to find a way to make this work from a distance.

wilbur: Quackity, I know this isn't ideal, but think about it! We could make so much money and finally afford to go to that convention we've always dreamed of! We could even buy our own place together, somewhere close by. We could visit each other all the time.

quackity: Wilbur, I… I just can't believe you'd even suggest that! You know I've been saving up for years to go to school, to become a doctor. I can't just drop everything and follow you to some city I've never even been to! This isn't fair!

wilbur: Quackity, I didn't mean it like that. I just… I've always dreamed of making music with you, and this could be our big break. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm not supporting your dreams, but I want us to be together too. We can figure this out together.

Narrator: Quackity's voice broke as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Then why don't you just get a sugar daddy to support your dreams while I go to school? You can be with whoever you want and I can still be a doctor! This is not fair!" She started to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks.

wilbur: Quackity, I didn't mean it like that! I just… I'm so sorry. I just wanted us to be together. I didn't think it would be this hard. I just wanted us to have everything we ever wanted. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.

Narrator: Quackity wiped away her tears, struggling to compose herself. "You… you knew that was my dream too. You knew how much I've sacrificed. How much my family has sacrificed. And now you want me to just… forget about it? Forget about my future?"

wilbur: Quackity, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I just… I don't know what to do. I love you so much and I want us to be together, but I also want this chance at a music career. I don't want to lose you over this.

Narrator: Quackity stood up, her back to him. "You don't get it, do you? You don't get that this isn't just about money! This is my life! My future! And you're willing to throw it all away just because you want to be famous?" She turned around, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "Well, guess what? I don't want to be with someone like that! I deserve better than someone who doesn't care about my dreams!"

wilbur: Quackity, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just… I don't know what to do. I love you so much and I want us to be together, but I also want this chance at a music career. I don't want to lose you over this.

Narrator: Quackity's expression softened slightly. "Then do it. Get a sugar daddy. Get whatever you need to make your music. But don't you dare expect me to just be okay with it. I deserve better than that." Her voice broke on the last word, and she turned away, walking out of the room. The door slammed shut behind her.

Narrator: Wilbur stood there, feeling torn apart. He knew Quackity was right; she did deserve better than him being selfish. With a heavy heart, he went online and searched for sugar daddies. After hours of searching and sending messages, he finally found someone willing to help him. He agreed to their terms, and the money started rolling in.

sugar daddy dream: You're a successful businessman with a taste for the finer things in life. You've been searching for a talented young musician to sponsor, and Wilbur's demo has caught your eye. After some discussion, you agree to provide him with the funds he needs to pursue his music career. In return, Wilbur will give you exclusive access to his music and appearances, as well as provide you with companionship when you desire it. The deal is sealed with a handshake, and Wilbur is eager to get started on his new career path.

Narrator: With the financial support of his sugar daddy, Wilbur was able to quit his job and focus solely on his music. He recorded an album, went on tour, and even won a few awards. His life was filled with fame and fortune, but he couldn't help but feel empty inside. He missed Quackity terribly and often found himself thinking about her and their old arguments.

Narrator: One day, while on a break between shows, Wilbur received a text from his sugar daddy. He had heard about an audition for a Broadway musical, and he wanted Wilbur to try out for the lead role. With his sugar daddy's backing, Wilbur easily landed the part. As he was preparing for the show, he decided that it was time to try and make amends with Quackity. He found her number online and gave her a call.

wilbur: Quackity, it's Wilbur. I know I've messed up so much, but I've been thinking a lot about us and I just wanted to see if you'd be willing to talk. I miss you and I'm sorry for everything I put you through.

quackity: Wilbur…I've been doing a lot of thinking too. I'm not mad at you anymore, but I don't know if I can ever trust you again. I've been trying to move on with my life, you know?

wilbur: I understand that, Quackity. I just want a chance to prove myself. And if you ever need anything, or just want to talk…I'm here for you.

Narrator: Quackity was silent for a long moment. Finally, she sighed. "Okay, Wilbur. I'll give you that. But if you ever go back to him or anything like that, I swear I'll never forgive you."

sugar daddy dream: Wilbur, you're mine. You understand that, don't you? I've given you everything you've ever wanted. You owe me your loyalty now.

sugar daddy dream: I'm going to keep giving you money, Wilbur. You're mine now, and I expect you to act like it. But if you ever try to leave, I'll make sure you regret it. You understand me?

wilbur: Yes…sir. I understand. You've been so good to me, and I'm grateful for everything you've done. I promise I won't let you down.

Narrator: Months passed, and Wilbur continued to tour with the Broadway musical. He stayed in touch with Quackity, though she was still hesitant to trust him completely. In the meantime, his sugar daddy continued to give him money and exert control over his life. Wilbur hated it, but he didn't know how to break free.

sugar daddy dream: You know, Wilbur, I'm not some charity. I expect you to pay me back in some way. You owe me your body, your soul. Anything I want, I take. You understand me?

wilbur: Yes…sir. I understand. I'm willing to do whatever you need. I just want to make you happy.

Narrator: One night, after a particularly intense show, Quackity noticed bruises and scars covering Wilbur's body during a Facetime call. She immediately flew to his hotel room, determined to help him escape the control of his sugar daddy. Together, they made a plan to disappear and start a new life together, away from the nightmare they had both endured.

quackity: Wilbur, what the hell is going on? You look terrible! Who did this to you?

wilbur: Quackity, you don't want to see me like this. It's my…sugar daddy. He's been hurting me. He says I owe him everything and he can do whatever he wants to me. I'm so sorry. I wish I could make it stop.

quackity: Oh, Wilbur. I'm so sorry. I want to help you. I want to get you away from him. We can figure this out together. Just tell me what I can do to help.

wilbur: Quackity…I want to get away from him too. I've been trying to save up money, but he always finds out and takes it away. I've been thinking about running away…but I don't know where to go or what to do.

Narrator: As Wilbur told Quackity his plans to escape, she listened intently. Her heart ached for him and she knew she had to help him. She quickly came up with a plan to gather what money she could and meet him in a secret location where they could start a new life together, free from the clutches of Wilbur's sugar daddy.

Narrator: "Wilbur, I have an idea. I can get some money together and we can meet in a secret location. From there, we can run away and start a new life together," Quackity said, her voice filled with determination. "We can find a place where no one can ever hurt us again."

wilbur: Quackity…that sounds like a dream come true. I trust you, Quackity. I love you. I want this so badly. Let's do it. Where should we meet? When? And how will we start our new life?

quackity: I've found a safe place for us to meet. We'll need to go to a small town called Forestville. It's about a ten-hour drive from here. We should meet at the old abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. It's the perfect place for us to start fresh.

Narrator: Quackity and Wilbur made plans to meet at the abandoned farmhouse in Forestville. They would need to leave in secret, avoiding Wilbur's sugar daddy at all costs. They agreed to meet at midnight, the night before they were set to leave.

Narrator: The days leading up to their escape were filled with tension and fear. Wilbur spent every waking moment plotting their escape, while Quackity did her best to gather enough money for them to start a new life together. Finally, the night arrived. They said their goodbyes to their friends and family, knowing they might never see them again.

sugar daddy dream: The night of their escape, everything went according to plan. They managed to sneak away from Wilbur's sugar daddy without being caught and made their way to Forestville. As they drove through the darkness, they couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation for their new life together.

quackity: Are you sure you know how to drive this thing, Wilbur? We've been driving for hours.

wilbur: I think so… my daddy used to make me practice all the time. We should be close now. Just follow my lead.

Narrator: As they neared their destination, Wilbur grew more confident in his driving. Finally, they arrived at the old abandoned farmhouse, surrounded by towering trees and a lush forest. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sounds of nature. They couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement as they stepped out of the car and surveyed their new home.

Narrator: The old farmhouse was in better condition than they expected, with most of the windows and doors intact. There was even a small barn in the back where they could keep animals. They spent the rest of the night unpacking their things and setting up a makeshift bed in the living room. As they settled in for the night, exhausted from their journey but filled with hope for the future, they couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.

ojsy

#asks #youre not a beautiful mutual anymore #i dont even know who you are #you ai freak #zoe 🌠

[slasher-male-wife]

since 4th of july is coming up, it’s been super stressful for me because i’m very scared of loud noises, so i was wandering if you could write thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, steve harrington, and jonathan byers comforting a trans masc reader, also i love all of your work so much, your fics have helped me get through hard days :) and congratulations on 600 followers you deserve it!! <3

Of course I can. Thank you so much for the love and I'm so glad my writing has done something so wonderful for you. I've always wanted my writing to be seen and this just really has made my dream come true. Also I don’t celebrate the fourth even though I’m American for many reasons but that’s not the point. No pronouns used for reader. 

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Steve Harrington and Johnathan Byers 

Warnings: Mentions of killing, strong language

Thomas Hewitt

When Thomas sees how stressed you’re getting out some kids setting off fireworks nearby be considers grabbing his chainsaw and “taking care of it” for you. 

He’ll hold you really close to him and try to help cover your ears. 

He’ll do whatever he can to distract you from the noise and make sure you’re comfortable. 

He might clean up the basement and take you down there to try and drown out the noise. 

Bo Sinclair

Every Summer people often set fireworks off in the woods near town but they’re still loud enough for you to hear and to stress you out. 

Bo won’t really know what to do because he’s very unbothered by noise. He’ll talk to you and might take you out somewhere in town that drowns out a lot of noise. “It’s alright now darlin. You can’t really hear much in here anyway.” 

Get ready for lots of cuddles and soft Bo. He’ll stay calm for you to try and keep you calm. If your heartbeat gets really fast he’ll have you listen to his so they can synchronize. 

He’ll turn on your favorite movie or music and get you to focus on that. If it’s bad enough he’ll say he has to leave to “Go check on something” when you know what he’s really gonna do. 

Steve Harrington 

When he find out how stressed you’re getting about all the noise he’s gonna get you in his car and drive you out to the outskirts out town. I feel like he knows a lot of peaceful places to go. 

You’ll still be able to hear some fireworks out there so He’ll talk with you or turn on the radio to drown it out. “How about we move to the back. Only if you want to.” If you do go in the back of the car he’s gonna cuddle you close to him and whisper sweet words in you ear. 

If there’s not that much noise outside where you are he’ll pull out a flashlight and a blanket from his car and look at the stars with you. This man stays prepared for anything that might come his way because of all the shit he’s dealt with over the years. 

This too will lead to cuddling or hand holding while the two of you talk about the stars and planets. He’ll really open up here and talk a lot about how much he loves you and how he hopes the future with you will go. 

Johnathan Byers 

Not gonna lie I feel like loud noises would stress him out too so he’ll find a few ways to deal with it. Either like Steve drive you two out somewhere quiet or stay at his house and find a way to share some headphones with you. 

If you stay at his house he already has all of your favorite albums on casettes and might even have a special mix of them just for you. While you listen he’ll hold you close and rub the back of your hand with his thumb. Or if you want to talk with him he’ll be glad to do that with you too. 

If he drives you out somewhere, again bringing your favorite albums on tape and playing them for you. He’ll talk about a lot of stories from his childhood about dumb stuff he got up to, trying to keep the mood light and trying to get you to laugh. 

I feel like he’ll take you to an open field for the sole reason of wanting to catch fire flies with you. You’ll be able to see a ton of them and he’ll help you catch a bunch and let them go. He might name a few with you too. 

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw the beginning #tcm the beginning #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #house of wax #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #johnathan byers #johnathan byers x reader #johnathan byers x you #johnathan byers x y/n #stranger things

[crescentblossom66]

Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 5

It was a couple of days after the robbery of the jewelry store, these past days nothing of real interest happened, neither the Nyakuza nor the Leowles had been incredibly active. Bow had heard that both had taken some losses in a deal or something, which had crippled the Nyakuza more so than the Leowles. She wondered if it would have been a great idea to try and attack either, but after the incident morale had been a little low on their front as well.

She walked through the nightclub, the patrons seemed to all really enjoy themselves as they danced along to the booming music that blared through the speakers just like every night. The gang members that she spotted that were on standby all looked a bit troubled, but were still trying their best. Normally she would join in the dancing for a little, however today she didn't feel like it at all, the actions and especially the reactions of her mentor were bothering her. He always seemed to worry so much, and he looked devastated after being debriefed about what had happened to the distraction crew.

Bow walked past the door in the back, and walked down the long corridor toward the end of it, where the room of the DJ was. The girl had decided to make him a tuna sandwich, which she knew he liked. She knocked on the door quietly, normally she'd knock so violently the penguin had told her that he worried that, one day she'd punch a hole right through it. She knocked again, thinking that maybe he didn't hear her over the blaring music in his.....wait there was no music playing in his room, that was more than a little unusual.

She reached for the doorknob and gave it a twist and was a bit surprised as the door was unlocked. Bow slowly opened the door, peeking inside carefully and found the teal penguin sitting at the desk, with a pen in his flipper and a frown on his beak, on the desk was nothing but a big piece of paper. As she slowly made her way across the room and got a better view on it, it appeared to be some kind of plan to frame the Leowles using the newly acquired jewels. Multiple lines were crossed out and there were doodles in the shapes of penguins that were crossed out as well, with lines next to them like “Too dangerous” and “Too risky”. From this angle, she saw the cuts and bruises he had sustained when he fought the cats, it made her wish that she had been faster.

“Is...Is everything alright?” The poor bird looked like he hadn't slept in days...maybe he really hadn't since they returned. “You, uh,...look very tired.” He glanced up slowly pushing up his shades to rub his eyes.

“Everything's alright, Bowie, I'm sorry if I worried you, darling.” She pushed the plan to the side a little and sat down on the desk, resting her head on her hands.

“We both know that that's total nonsense. C'mon you can talk to me, I'm not gonna tell the homies.-” He didn't look at her, he just blankly stared at his plan, so she continued. “-You're worried about the others, aren't you?”

“They...they rely on me, you know?-” He started in a quiet, steady tone, “-they rely on me to keep all of this running.....-” He shook his head slowly, running a flipper through his jet black hair, “-but sometimes things go wrong no matter how much I try to make the plan as fool proof as possible.” Bow nodded.

“And I think you're doing a good job! The other Penguiads know just how hard you work for us, they only ever speak highly of you.” She offered him the sandwich and he rose a flipper and shook his head.

“I'm not hungry, darling.”

“The others and I are worried about you. Everyone noticed that you haven't been yourself lately, and their losing heart. You just have to bounce back, we need you.”

“That's honestly the problem, Bowie. There are so many things I have to consider, our businesses, the movements of the Nyakuza and the Leowles, morale and health of everyone here, and that's just naming a few things I have to take care of.” Bow finally started to understand what exactly he meant, he was completely overwhelmed by the sheer number of things that needed his supervision.

“Why don't you teach me how to do some of the things you take care of? I can help!” She once again shoved the sandwich in his direction and he finally took it, to which she cheered in triumph.

“Alright, darling, I'll teach you, but if it gets too much you tell me, understood?”

“Yessir!-” She saluted and jumped of the desk. Her smile vanished and was replaced by a worried frown, “-But first you should get some sleep, you look like you'd just pass out at any moment.” He glanced at his plan and sighed, concluding that tomorrow was another day, and that he could finish it then.

“You're right, darling, I could really need some sleep. I probably look worse than a Leowle in molt.” Bow just chuckled before turning around.

“Alright, I'm gonna go shopping for supplies, talk to you later, grandpa.”

“Bow!” She closed the door behind her with a smug smirk.

-

Hattie took the elevator up, she had found that today neither she nor the Conductor were too busy. It was probably due to them needing to lay low for a while after the brawl with the Nyakuza. Hattie was more careful around the owls now, most of them were still polite and nice to her, but she couldn't find it in her to trust them as she had done before. She wanted to talk to the yellow owl about it just to get it off her chest. She was also worried about the owl, he mostly kept to himself, rarely did he speak to the other owls other than in meetings about upcoming missions, and the last few days she had spent resting and helping with smaller tasks, so she hadn't seen the leader since then,

She fidgeted with her old watch a bit before the elevator stopped at the top floor. The room was dead silent, no noises other than the low humming of the AC and...very quiet hooting noises. She had never seen the old bird sleep before to the point she wondered if he even did. His cap had fallen to the side and he was hunched over some documents, it was strange to see the normally so intense bird so calm.

Hattie slowly approached, just to check up on him. The injury on his wing had been really bad before, and she knew that he always hid his wounds as best he could, so she wanted to make sure that it was healing. As she got closer, she noticed that the lowest drawer behind his desk was open, normally it was locked tight. Curiosity got the better of her and so she carefully bent down to peek inside. She found various old letters, a bottle of scotch, an old pocket watch and...a photo. She looked up at the yellow owl, who was still fast asleep, she carefully reached for it and pulled it out. It depicted two birds that looked like the Conductor, on closer inspection the younger male owl could be him. He had his arm around a female owl, both holding three small owlets, it was so cute she almost giggled, but then she remembered that the sleeping owl would likely wake up and shout at her for snooping through his belongings.

She wanted to put it back and slowly leave, however when she placed the photo back in its place, she accidentally touched the half empty bottle of scotch, which teetered around, making a bit of noise as it did so. She didn't notice the ear-like feathers on the right side of his head twitch and was caught by surprise and flinched when a yellow talon grabbed her arm fast and rather forcefully.

She dreaded looking up to meet the Conductor's gaze, and she cringed internally when she saw the horrifying, stern expression he gave her.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look, the drawer was open and I-” He interrupted her, and in a rather menacing tone he warned her:

“NETHER go through me things without permission again, lassie, write that behind yer ears.” She looked down at the ground and nodded slowly, and he let go off her arm. She expected him to yell at her to get out, but when she looked up he didn't look nearly as hostile anymore, in fact he looked rather wistful.

He had noticed the bottom part of the his old family picture, as he woke up. Oh, how he loathed it sometimes, yet he never managed to throw it away...How he missed them, he wondered how they were doing.

“Can I talk to you?” He honestly really didn't feel like talking at the moment, however when he looked at Hattie, he noticed that she looked troubled.

“What's wrong, lassie?” She got up and slowly walked over to the chair opposite of his.

“Remember how you told me that not everyone thinks of me the same as I think of them?-” He nodded and sat down straight again. “-I-I don't know who I can trust anymore. Last time in the train...-” She trailed off and avoided looking at him.

When he spoke, it was in a strangely nihilistic near monotone voice, “What happened? Let me take a guess, lassie, some of the owls wanted to just leave me ta die?-” She flinched again and her attention was drawn back to the owl, who just folded his talons on the desk. “-What? Ye thought I didnae know how the others think of me. To them I'm a ruthless, cold-hearted, loud-mouthed peck neck, who only makes them toil for him.-” He shook his head and frowned, “-I'm well aware, lassie, but it's the only way I can maintain the order in this organization. If I show weakness, they'll exploit it without a second thought, you've seen it yerself now. In this line of work ye make enemies wherever ye go.”

“Is that why you told me to never be weak and appear strong at all times, even when I'm hurt? So that I wouldn't get treated poorly by the others?-” He nodded, Hattie lowered her head, “-So, there is no good people here, who...who am I protecting then?” She heard him get up, and walk toward her.

“Not everyone is tryin' ta cause ye harm, some owls here are genuinely kind. How they ended up in this shady business I'd like ta know meself. I'm only tellin' ye ta keep watch fer yer own sake.-” She looked up when she felt something warm on her head, and was beyond surprised to find that it was the Conductor's talon. “-I'm sorry if me grim talk has disturbed ye, I...I jus' want ta make sure ye don't...meet a tragic end.”

He was relieved when the playful smile returned to her face, “You should watch it, gramps, I might just be the one who exploits you, if you continue to be so nice.” She joked.

“Don't get ahead of yerself, lassie, I ain't done runnin' this joint.” He was glad that she was in better spirits again. She left shortly after, and he turned to look at the edge of the city, barely visible from his office, the small smile on his beak vanished and got replaced by a melancholic and longing expression.

-

Bow walked through the streets of the central plaza, having just done the shopping for next dinner. It wasn't really her duty, however she wanted to give the still a bit disturbed penguins a rest. Tonight was spaghetti day, one of her favorites, considering most of the food consumed at her home were fish based she was thankful for the few dishes that didn't require the water dwelling creatures.

She decided to stop and sit down on the bench outside the shopping center. She had found out that it helped her organize her thoughts easier when she wasn't in the loud night club. Maybe it was due to the loud music breaking her concentration, then again the loud hustle and bustle of the people around her was pretty distracting to most, however she found comfort in the mass of people. She watched them leave and enter the big shopping mall, some birds were bickering about something she couldn't hear, but the angry scowls and quick aggressive gestures of said birds showed that they were engrossed in the topic. A child dragged their parents to an advertisement picture on the window of the toy store that showed the latest robotic toy bird, apparently the small fluffy thing could chirp, say common words and phrases, and even fly around a bit. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have a toy like that. Personally she would have preferred a cat toy, but considering that one of their main enemies was a gang of cats, it would have been rather awkward.

Bow thought about leading a normal life, just like all the other little girls she could see, she honestly would have loved to meet her real parents, just to tell them how awful they were for abandoning her. She loved the penguins and DJ Grooves, they were her family now, and she was truly grateful for all they had done for her.

Her thoughts went to the overworked penguin again, she had the feeling that he didn't just carry a great burden with running the organization, that something more was bothering him, she had no idea how to breach the subject though.

“Oh, hello Bow, how is it going?” The bow-wearing girl almost fell off the bench after hearing that familiar voice. Hattie, who just wanted to get her mind of things by looking at the new toys and clothes on display in the district, had walked over to her after she noticed her sitting on the bench.

“Everything's going great so far!-” she lied “-how 'bout you?” The blue-eyed girl sat down next to her.

“Yeah everything's alright.-” she looked at her bag with groceries, “-are you gonna cook something? That's quite a lot of food you have there.” She obviously couldn't tell Hattie that she was going to cook something for a gang.

Bow nodded, “Yup, I'm going to cook something for extended family, my cousins and grandparents are going to visit. I can't wait to see them all again!” She clapped her hands together and smiled. Hattie gave her a strange look.

“Your parents sent you out to buy all of this by yourself?” Hattie wondered, Bow looked no older than her, yet she was out here in this dangerous district of the metro all by herself. She remembered a father telling his son to stay with him at all time because he worried about his safety due to the rising crime rate. It made her wonder how Bow's family situation was like, if her parents were drug dealers or alcoholics, the thought caused her to smile wryly thinking about the awful drinking habits of the yellow bird.

“Is your family okay, Bow?” The purple-eyed child was caught of guard by the question, and confidently replied.

“Of course, everyone it really nice to me. Why do you ask?” She searched the other's face for a hint of mistrust fearing that the other girl wouldn't want to be her friend anymore if she revealed that she was part of a gang.

“Because you're out here all on your own, these parts are dangerous, Bow. Gang wars are common around here, I heard that the Nyakuza and the Penguiads fought over some jewels in the news recently.-” Her eyes showed worry as she continued, “-I don't want you to get hurt.” Bow was surprised by the concern for her, it honestly warmed her heart a little.

“I'll be fine don't worry. I'm quick on my feet, these lame cats and penguins won't catch me!” Bow jumped up and showed a few quick dodging maneuvers to which Hattie clapped and laughed. It now occurred to her though that Hattie shouldn't be out here either. “Why are you here by yourself then?”

She just crossed her arms and smirked “I'm a big girl, if they attack me, I hope they bought a lot of painkillers.” Bow chuckled, but something about the sinister smirk that the other girl displayed made her a bit uncomfortable, she knew that she meant that in jest, yet it sounded like she truly meant every word.

“Hattie, can I ask you something?” Hattie turned serious, the cheerful smile and laidback attitude that Bow usually displayed was replaced by a furrowed brow and sad frown, an expression a child as young as her didn't wear well.

“Of course, what's up?” Bow looked to the ground, she didn't notice the noise of the people and tumult around them anymore, all she could see in her mind were the troubled faces of the penguins and the tired, distraught eyes of her mentor, a behavior so unlike the normally upbeat and cheerful penguin, it broke her heart to see them all like this.

“How do you get someone to talk about their problems? My...grandpa is working himself to the bone, and everyone else has noticed and started to worry about him, but there is something else he isn't telling me.-” She turned to the blue-eyed girl slightly, gauging her reaction, “-I want to know what else is bothering him.”

Hattie crossed her arms and thought about it for a moment before answering. “Just tell him straight up that he should quit beating around the bush and outright tell you what's wrong. That normally works for everyone, but my grandpa, he just gets angry when I do that.” Bow contemplated the advise and nodded, she hadn't tried the direct approach yet, maybe that way the DJ would finally open up to her.

“Thanks, Hattie, I'll try that! Maybe you should try the more subtle approach, wait for a good time and slowly breach the subject to him, that might help you next time.” Hattie was happy to see Bow more or less back to her normal self.

“Great idea! Your grandpa seems a lot easier to handle than mine, don't get me wrong I care about him greatly, but sometimes he can be a real peck neck.” Bow cringed a little, if the old penguin heard that, he would have gone on a rampage.

“I don't know about that, mine can get quite annoying to deal with too sometimes. He once flipped a table and threw a vase at someone after hearing the P-word.” Hattie laughed out loud at that.

“You think that is bad, mine almost broke the arm of my uncle after he broke a package he had ordered.” She left out the fact that he also tackled the owl to the ground and threatened him with his knife, holding it close enough to the owl's neck that he drew a bit of blood, before telling him that he would kill him slowly and painfully if he ever broke something again.

“Sounds like yours is as crazy as mine.” Bow wiped a few tears away from laughing so much. They chatted a while longer before the church bells rang further away and Hattie looked at her watch and jumped up in shock. Bow did the same, she grabbed the bag of groceries said her goodbyes to Hattie before sprinting off.

Hattie returned quite late that evening, at least for the norm, she usually came back before 7pm, however today it was 9.

“Hattie, the boss wants to see you. H-He said it's important.” An owl told her the moment she had entered, he scurried away in a hurry right after. The Conductor had probably told him to wait there for her arrival, meaning he stood there for hours just waiting...poor Metro Owl.

She walked back to the elevator, and just like so many times before, pressed the button for the highest floor. She tapped her foot while she waited, wondering what the old owl wanted to discuss.

#dead bird metro au #ahit #a hat in time #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit fanfic #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #inspired by the au from #@the-confuktor

[maroonghoul]

Terror Time 2023!: Days 1 thru 6

Alright! Meant to start a few days ago, but got busy. Here we go!

Dracula: Pages from a Virgin Diary Sometimes, I like starting my annual marathon with one of the many adaptations of Dracula. I was considering the Coppola movie from 1992, but the more I thought about how much I don't like the actual story changes from the book in that one, despite the title. (Mostly how it treats the female characters), I switched it with this one. Turns out those themes were here too, but unlike with the other movie, at least it was made by a director who admits he's doing something different with Dracula, and not claiming he's doing the definitive version only to not do so. That was interpretation. This is almost a parody, what with the opening montage nailing the uncomfortable themes of the original, and the Count literally seducing people with all his (stolen) money!

If any horror story lends itself to ballet, Dracula naturally makes the most sense. I'm only surprised to not hear at least a little nod to Swan Lake in there. I don't know if it's a rights thing or it would've been distracting, but oh well.

Telling the story out of order like this is pretty interesting. Introduces the vampirism more gradually and saves Transylvania, arguably the best part of the story, for the middle. Bit of a shock that this version rushes through that, but I guess you couldn't justify dancing while looking over legal documents.

But yeah, surprisingly this does make a better argument for why Dracula might be the real good guy better then Coppola's did. Maybe because the light dialogue leaves a lot more open, but it can be argued what's done with Mina and Lucy is either more consensual or more due to the normal men's biased outlook. They only think their nightmares are over by the end. But history can show it has only begun. Once you've had a taste of Chinese ballet dancing Dracula, you can't really go back.

Body Bags (1993) This theming on this one's a bit weird. Stories one and three are about serial killers, and two and three are about surgical implants gone wrong. You would think that if these themes weren't there, or one was present in all three (besides of course, at least one person has to die to fit the framing device). I mean, at least the nature of the horror is a bit different each one. First one's a slasher, second one is sci-fi with aliens it turns out, and the third is supernatural in the form of possession. But, from what heard is right, these segments really were the only one's from this rejected TV show that worked. the framing device is fun, even though it's surreal to see John Carpenter on screen for once. as for the stories themselves;

The Gas Station these places are scary enough to be at for long amount of times even without the crazed killer. I relate too much to that whole bit with the keys. Last note is slasher settings usually are one of two types; either the character is invading area the slasher is more familiar with or vice versa. Kudos to this one for making us think it's the second one while it's more of the former. Also, yay Sam Raimi cameo!

Hair Easily the least effective, but it at least makes me feel better about losing my own hair. Though that jazz music is really out of place. Just does not work.

Eye I think I saw this remade in the second V/H/S movie. But at least why it's scary is a bit different each time. Also, the inciting incident makes me like to pretend it's Dr. Strange's origin gone even more horribly wrong. I get why it's making him see visions of the dead killer's life, but does it possess by infecting his bloodstream or something? I feel bad for his wife and I also feel bad he ever got to play one last time when he felt like he had hope again. I guess they didn't have enough money to film at an actual baseball stadium.

The Blackcoat's Daughter The slowest burn of a horror movie I think I've ever seen since the Invitation. I didn't have any clue as to what the threat was until she called that nun the c-word. That kinda gave away the whole game, especially funny considering what I rewatched a few days later, as you can see. But yeah, once you see exactly where it's been leading up to, it sticks with you. The second part does too. Like the darkest possible Exorcist sequel you could've gotten without including a demon. Just goes to show rehabilitation and therapy are just as, if not more, crucial to get right as the actual saving.

Night of the Living Dead 1990 I haven't seen the original in about 14 years, so I can't do much to compare the two. Most of what it does different is cool, especially where the first zombie comes from. Other parts were making them more consistent with established zombie lore, but I'll still miss that trowel kill. There's still not as many zombies as most films that came after this one, but these are actually some of the scariest looking zombies I've seen in a while. I would've liked if just a little bit more of it was set at night, though.

How it changes the characters is a bit of a mixed bag. Yes, it's cool to Barbara a lot more competent. And I even liked how her arc to be tougher and less of a "helpless woman" has just led her to a world filled with toxic masculinity. That bit actually aged well. Less so what happened to Ben, though that's not Tony Todd's fault. Mostly how they changed his death. Sure, it meant they shifted his original death to Cooper who deserves it more, but sadly the original still resonates more in our world.

So yeah, an effective update of the story for the 80s/90s. But not too much for now.

The Exorcist I'm still on the fence over whether I'm going to see the new one. Luckily, this anniversary screening can tide me over.

Watching this now, I think a big reason why it's easy to consider this the greatest horror movie of all time (not the scariest movie of all time. That's different), is that most of it's scenes feel like a film rather than a movie. That might seem like a weird distinction, but it's the best to describe it. Friedkin pretty much directed every Regan-less scene so realistically and down to earth, more so then even in the most mature and sophisticated horror films made today. I know that sounds like an insult, but it's because those films go heavy on the atmosphere. Here there is none for the most part. Only character.

Of course, that changes with Pazuzu itself. I get the feeling most films, back and then or today, horror or otherwise, would either make it more ambiguous or more arthouse. This kind of performance you expect to see in more campy horror movies that aim for the cheap seats, but it's here in a movie with very down to earth 1970s filmmaking. Sure, it's laughed at now because we're all familiar at it or we're just in shock. (Or there are actually a lot of non-possessed kids who act like this), but I think that juxtaposition is why it's still leaves as big as an impact as it does.

You do it all subdued, people just look at the film as art. You do it like cheap shockfest, no one but the established horror fans will pay attention to it. But here, the world actually feels normal, and Pazuzu is made as urgent a threat as humanly possible to it. Hell, you can argue Linda Blair's, and Mercedes McCambridge performances being cranked up to 11 compared to everyone else works so well, because it's literally a different species pretty much.

Sure, a lot of horror is about the nasty surprises the world turned out to have had all along. But the first part of that is a clear idea of what we thought the real world is before it's upended like this. A lot of horror movies play like we feel like we're observing theses events from outside. That can be played with brilliantly, but I do feel the best one's are the ones who place as close to the level the characters are when experiencing. The Exorcist is one of the best films to have done that, so that's why I think it has landed as so many lists of the best Horror films of all time.

I leave what it says about faith, demons, and the belief in god to those more knowledgable in such subjects then I am.

Crimes of the Future Not really a horror movie, at least not to the extent The Fly, VideoDrome, or even the Dead Zone is. But it's definitely a Cronenberg movie.

I missed the bioengineered technology, even though no company today would make such things. But outside of that, I was expecting more of this to make me feel sick or at least wince. But most of the gross stuff is biopsies or body piercings taken to the next level. Not exactly Jeff Goldblum losing body parts one at a time, but considering what I think the point of this story is, I think it's intentional.

I relate so much to Saul at the start of this, considering I came down with some really bad acid reflux earlier this year. I'm not sure his solution is right for me, metaphorically speaking. But maybe I need to apply it to something else in me. Cronenberg for so long made films about the worse things that can happen to the human body. Maybe the reason he took a break from that until now, is he got a lot of time and step back, think, reflect, and maybe made peace with a subject that is still very much considered his oeuvre. The moral of the story; learn to get comfortable in your own skin. Or accept what makes it different from what society tells you it should be. Learn to live and make peace, even if it means you won't fit in.

Extra point here; I think I understood why Disney timed it so the Ahsoka season finale came out in October. It's the episode where they're fighting space witches controlling ZOMBIE STORM TROOPERS! Rad!

Until next time...

#Body Bags 1993 #the blackcoat's daughter #Night of the Living Dead 1990 #the exorcist #crimes of the future #Dracula pages from a Virgin Diary

[divineslcyer]

PROMPTS FOR THEROMANCE OF HANDS& TOUCH

[ pinky ] sender hooks their pinky finger with receiver's @muraenide

Sitting at the lounge after hours was... interesting. It was quieter, the soft music ambiance still lingering in the air. Mishil sat in one of the empty, plush seats as her gaze lingered on the aquatic window that revealed oceanic life. The blue-green waters were clear, yet foggy from her view, but beautiful. Tendrils of seaweed swayed and wove around each other beautifully, swaying to whatever waves of water rolled against them. Was that currents? Where there currents here?

There was so much about the aquatic life that was foreign to her, and mysterious--but there was no denying the dangerous beauty before her gaze. She could see colorful arrays of different sea-life, fishes of various sizes. Some she recognized from her talks with the twins or Azul, but most she still didn't know of. A lot of them looked like those she'd seen in books growing up, but pages of ink failed to capture the splendor of colorful scales before her.

It reminded her of when she'd seen the twins in their other form too, the iridescent lighting that shimmered across their scales. They were eels, and the human bodies weren't they're true form but even as humans--they had a way about them that spoke to their oceanic roots. A seamless grace humans couldn't embody. A predatory shift to their gaze that felt inhuman. Beautiful and terrifying, which resonated well from what she'd learned about the ocean.

It was a space to be feared, admired, and respected.

❝ What's the human saying, penny for your thoughts? ❞

Mishil twitched, but felt a faint glimmer of pride in not actually jolting at Jade's sudden manifestation. For a tall young man, his presence often eluded her own senses. She was learning to sharpen her hearing more since working in Monstro Lounge. ❝ Just admiring the view. ❞ His smile carried its usual placid air of politeness, his sharp gaze drifting from her--she thought she saw a flicker of amusement--to the window. ❝ Oh? I thought you'd be used to it by now. ❞

She shrugged, leaning further back into the seat, rare were the times Mishil could just sit and relax. ❝ Maybe, but it always looks different when I look at it. Sometimes the corals look a different pigment, sometimes I see a fish I didn't recognize before... And its no less beautiful. ❞

Jade hummed thoughtfully, ❝ Did you live near the ocean? ❞ She shook her head gently, in habit, fixing a lock of her hair behind her ear. ❝ No, actually before all this, I'd never seen it. I didn't realize how much there was to it before either.❞ He studied her a moment, a look of brief curiosity flickering in his gaze. ❝ You swam well enough. ❞ That made her snort. ❝ Oh no, I've swam in creeks and pools-- but I'm sure I looked every bit like the shrimp Floyd teased me to look like. Awkward and scrambling. ❞ She was distracted by other things at the time but, she couldn't deny how overwhelming it felt initially.

Jade chuckled, raising his hand to his chin. ❝ Well if you ever desired swimming lessons~ ❞ Mishil eyed him, expression flat. ❝ You'd charge me. ❞ He feigned being hurt, brows furrowing and lips pursing into a dramatic pout matched by his slumping shoulders. ❝ You wound me, do you not trust me by now? ❞ She rolled her eyes. ❝ Sure sure, sempai, but I just want to be sure I don't drown--.❞ A shadow passed over them, and she turned to see a shark pass by. Large, its underbelly pale and its movements slow yet graceful, predatory. She stared as it circled the window. ❝ A great white, wow. ❞ She whispered, a hint of awe and wonder lingering in her voice.

She realized then his arm was against her own, and he was closer then before. His pinky, long and slender, as the rest of his fingers, slowly entwined with hers. He was cooler to touch in comparison to herself, only slightly but nothing she didn't mind. When Mishil turned her head to face him, he was much closer yet, his aqua-gold eyes fixed on her. Piercing and all seeing. It always left her feeling some kind of exposed. Drawing her as deep as the tide. Boundaries didn't seem to exist with Jade sometimes, and it flustered her a touch.

❝ Sempai...? ❞

The shadow of the shark passed over them again, overlapping theri shadows and faces. Jade smiled. ❝ Hm? ❞ She felt her ears warm and held his gaze, both captive yet curious--treading through the very waters that surrounded them. She thought to speak up, when someone called their name. Jade closed his eyes and she felt her own lashes flutter, the spell broken. ❝ What a shame. ❞ He murmured, and she felt his pinky drift away slowly from her hand and her blush returned along with her sense. Mishil rose up, clearing her throat as she was called again. ❝ Yeah! Coming! ❞ As she ran off, from the corner of her eye she saw him smile and wave.

#✝ ⌈ general ⏌ ― answered #✝ ⌈ Verse ⏌ ― Twisted Wonderland #muraenide #100 years later xD but yay replied #tw length

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi! Ya I was curious about the extra bonus track..but some people said it might just be a remix so I wasn't too sure about it. I like the color though and how it also matches one of her 1989 outfits on tour like people were saying. But I kinda wonder why she is doing so much for 1989..similar to Midnights with the extra bonus track and different covers..but I think she just wants it to be really successful over the original version. I may buy one for the car eventually but it also won't have the bonus song so idk. I loved her VMAS look and after-party look..and how she wore a dress similar to Sabrina's and hung out with Selena! I love that they're still close.

Ooh that concert should be fun and I'm happy you got tickets! Hopefully she works on stage presence too. The whole album has grown on me more..especially Get him back, but i have the same favorites. Ooh yes I am hoping to listen to Laufey, Mitski and Madison Beer soon. They all kinda have a slow style and almost old fashioned sound which I like. I would say it was true for Billie's other album as well if you listen to it. But Olivia's was actually more rockish lol...so I really just like it all.

I never saw Ride the Cyclone but have heard good things about it. I guess I'm not as familiar with some off Broadway stuff for the most part but that's cool. I hope we can both like Broadway again soon. But I see you watched the Little Mermaid movie and so did I! It's nice thinking we both did the same thing near each other like with the Eras tour..and hopefully with seeing the tour movie too. Anyway I thought it was mostly fine..but also good. But I mostly enjoy all the remakes..cuz I already know what I'm getting so I can't be too disappointed. But anyway..ya new songs sometimes always feel unnecessary anyway. I knew it was Lin beforehand but also you can always kinda hear Lin's style too so it's interesting you didn't know. But it was more obvious in Encanto than here. I'm still a fan of his though! But I will watch any musical movie and at least somewhat enjoy it lol. I am also using it as an opportunity to watch the Cinderella with Brandy and Bernadette Peters finally..and hoping to watch the new Theater Camp movie that's now on Hulu. I'm also looking forward to seeing her in the Color Purple movie when it comes out, since I thought she was a pretty good Ariel. What were your thoughts? I get the idea that ya it doesn't really need to be remade cuz we have stage versions too so sometimes it's just kinda okay..I think they're all pretty equal to me.

I'm glad you're feeling better! I wasn't feeling as well either which is why I didn't reply right away. But I've also more offline and trying to read more too. I will hopefully be done with Some Mistakes Were Made by the end of this week..maybe. since I am now trying to read more books in the readathon and focus on that. I will probably put The Night Circus in cozy fantasy then, and finishing up picking for the other categories. I don't really listen to audiobooks cuz I get too distracted or can't focus on it. It would have to be a good one too..a lot of the ones I'm familiar with is just like reading out loud so I don't usually listen to them..but i could see how it might make you enjoy the book more if the audio was good. I'm glad you are reading more books you enjoy and getting more done for the readathon. I will definitely look into any book you love or recommend! Have a good week!

hi hello!! i'm definitely curious to see what she ends up doing in terms of remixes for 1989 tv! and i've seen some theories about her alternating between not a lot of promo and then a lot of promo, which is cool — and would make sense with rep being an album with not a lot of promo which means (in my delusional brain) that debut would have a lotttt of promo !! i do not think that's true, but i would love it if debut finally got paid its dues. unfortunately, the different covers is just the norm now; i think sour & guts both had ~ 15/16 variants, most artists have at least 3 but a lot of them usually have more, it's just a marketing/sales thing, unfortunately. and yes!! i think it's so cute how close they are <3

i listened to the new laufey last week but haven't had time to relisten and so i do not have favorites for you yet! i've actually never listened to madison beer, but tiktok keeps pushing her on me so i might give her album a go soon! and the new mitski — i am just very behind on music lately (been listening to audiobooks instead) but i am very excited to give the new mitski a go! one of my best friends got to go to an early listening party in a planetarium for the new mitski, and that experience sounded SO cool. guts has definitely grown on me a lot more; i think i like it more than sour, but that might be recency bias.

i saw ride the cyclone twice in seattle, and it is just such a weird little musical that i love with my entire heart! i love odd little shows that just make me think, and ride the cyclone definitely is one of those shows. i'm seeing the national tour of hadestown in a few weeks which i'm super excited for; i've seen it on broadway twice, but missed the tour last year when they were in seattle (got into seattle and then found out they cancelled my performance twenty minutes before doors opened). and i just got tickets to go see a regional performance of the band's visit when i'm in boston this fall, so i'm super stoked! i hope you're also able to love broadway again soon 🤍

and yes!! i love that! 🥺 i think i was a little disappointed by the remake? i don't usually like remakes though (aside from live action cinderella). i really loved halle bailey as ariel, but was a bit let down by jonah h-k as eric (and sent my friend caitlyn several voice memos about how his eric reminds me of how he plays laurie in PBS little women) vocally but also just wasn't the biggest fan of his characterization/interpretation! i think the remake also just didn't do a whole lot for me, which is fine! the pacing felt very drawn out, i wish the costumes were a bit brighter in color, and i think some of the casting was interesting, but i really loved daveed diggs as sebastian! i haven't actually wanted encanto but i keep meaning to!

i'm SO excited for theatre camp! i think i'm watching it on friday with a friend; i love molly gordon, and will watch anything for her haha. the color purple remake looks so good, i saw a trailer of it when i watched barbie and it looks amazing!! in general though, i really have mixed feelings because i don't think everything needs to be a remake — i think some things work better as proshots vs. remakes, and sometimes i just get sad because there are perfectly good actors who can sing well that we can cast in musicals and a lot of remakes/movie musicals don't do that (this isn't about any cast/movie in particular, just an overarching generalization).

i hope you're feeling better!! i feel like everyone is getting sick/ill lately :( take care of yourself, friend! i haven't really been doing the readathon as much as i want to either — jamie and i were briefly talking about doing an october / nov / dec one instead (i have some prompt ideas, might just post them to encourage the besties to read more if people are interested)! do you have anything fun planned for this weekend? what are you currently reading/watching/listening? 🤍

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[tlltaleheart]

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cw. themes of depersonalization / derealization

SCRIPT.

a nightmare devil seeks you out in your sleep. fed by the sweet fear of bad dreams, it twists your senses, distorting the room and its form to become your greatest fear. what do you see?

SCENE.

the devil looks like a devil, which is to say that it looks like the devils in the movies he's seen in mise-en-scène's backroom. it sits at the side of his bed, comprised of scars and features that are too sharp to be human, with horns that curl out from their temples and twist back over long and haggard hair. their eyes are glittering, their teeth sharpened.

"i need your help," it says, leaning in. it has the voice of thousands. "i'm hungry. i'll fade if i don't feed. but no one has been kind to me, to even spare a scrap."

"i'm sorry for that," minseo murmurs, sympathetic. "most people aren't kind."

"they are heartless." it nods, then sighs. "will you help me?"

minseo only needs to think about it for a few seconds before he nods too. "what do you feed on?"

"simple things. you wouldn't even need to stand up for it." it smiles. "i don't think you use your voice very much, do you? i could feed on it a little. you wouldn't notice a difference."

it isn't wrong --- some days he'll speak and find his throat scratchy from disuse. there are other ways to speak. he thinks of the last time he really used his voice, that disagreement over the smoke with irin. maybe if he had less of one, he wouldn't have to fight others so much.

"you can have some of it," he relents, though he's not entirely sure what that'll mean. he's never fed anything except stray dogs before.

the devil coos. "you aren't like the others after all," it says. "you still have your heart."

i do, minseo thinks, feeling a ripple of warmth. and it distracts him enough from the next second, when the devil dips in with glowing eyes and swallows up his voice.

did it work? he asks, only to blink at the new, strange emptiness inside his throat.

"it did." the devil's eyes thrum with a light not unlike the one in his chest, promising a newfound energy. now, minseo thinks he can hear his own voice under all of those others. "but i'm still hungry. do you think you could spare a little more?"

i think you already took all of it, he says. what else could you have?

"you don't use your hearing very much either."

minseo pauses. well, he thinks with some regret, he does use it now. there are voices in the world that he cares to hear now. he would miss the tinny arcade sounds when jaehyun beats him at another game, even the music that he can hear from his neighbors at the next apartment over. and the city. he would miss the sounds of the city, which keep his surroundings from being too quiet.

but it would be cold to refuse the devil after he has already agreed to help. okay, he says reluctantly. just a little of it, this time.

"just a little," the devil promises, and with that, it leans back in and eats up all sounds of the world.

wait, minseo says, flinching back in his sheets. that didn't feel right.

it often doesn't, the devil agrees. but you will get used to it.

are you full now?

hm. i can't quite tell. the devil taps its scarred cheek. you know, if i could taste, i think that would finally settle my stomach. you know how it is, don't you? the mind isn't convinced it's really had something, really experienced something, unless it can taste it, raw and real.

his heart has quickened now, warmer under the covers. but if you take it from me, then i'll stop being able to tell, too.

i won't take all of it, the devil promises, but when it eats up those bright, sensory papillae of his tastebuds, it's just as greedy as it was with the others. delicious, it sings. i haven't had sweets in a while.

so you're full, minseo says, eyes hot. it's been so long since he's felt a heat like this, radiating from his chest and upwards, filling his head. upset, that's the word. it's been so long since he's been upset, and he has to blink back the sting in his eyes. now will you leave?

i have to make sure it really works, the devil says, shaking its head. one more, just to make sure i can taste it. you've been so good to me that i'll let you choose this time, don't worry.

it leans in.

will you give me your eyes or your hands?

no.

even without a sound, the word takes up space for itself in the air. will the world ever be real again if he can't see it? will he ever be real again if he can't be touched? both sound so frightening that he has to shake his head and say it again. no. no. not his hands, not the days of feeling his way through iseul's blueprints, not the comforting methodology of changing out his own heart, not the stability of another body nearby to ground him. not his eyes. how will he see sangwon without them, how will he know that sangwon sees him in return?

indecisive. the devil clicks its tongue. if you don't choose, then i will.

how can he, when these are his last ties to the world?

no, he repeats, terrified.

but at this, the devil just seems to swell with glee. perfect, it croons, before it eats up the both of them and leaves him in a stifling, silent emptiness.

it's nothing. just the vaguest awareness that he is still there, that he's still some kind of entity that can think and wonder and fear.

nothing, in nothing, he fumbles for the familiar cradle of his bed and finds none there. panic closes around his throat like a fist. he tries to sit up but he realizes that he can no longer feel what is up and what is down either, or when he began to fall and where he's falling to, what his unfeeling hands close around, if there's anything here at all. is there anyone here at all? he calls for a name but forgets that he doesn't make a sound. it doesn't stop him though, and he keeps calling and calling and gleaning the dark for something that might be there waiting for him. with him. but would it be any use, he realizes, if there's no way now to know it?

eventually even the panic loses its feeling too. it doesn't go away, just grows so sharp that he has nothing else to compare it to, and maybe he's sinking but maybe that also doesn't mean anything now and he's really just floating. serene, and quiet, and nothing. nothing except for that fear, and that mouth that keeps feeding in the dark.

#x / muse. #rmnt:event002 #ok . #x / task.

[bleedingliquidlight]

diary entry #1: wednesday june first, 2022

i woke up today, expecting the first day of june to feel like 'graceland too' by phoebe bridgers, but it felt more like 'icu' (fun fact, the song was actually released as 'i see you' because we were in lockdown, when people were literally dying in the icu from covid). i'm on episode nine of season three of the vampire diaries and i realised how annoying klaus' accent is. i finished up my chemistry revision on bonding and also did the topic of kinetics all before midday, and then booked the gym for one o'clock. i saw evangeline's friend macie there, i didn't recognise her at first, but then i saw a 5sos hoodie and tote bag in the changing room. i went to my favourite charity shop on the way back and found a turkish copy of twilight, as well as morrissey's autobiography, cool jeans with aztec embroidery (i told jennifer about them, they reminded me of her) and a china plate that i would've hung on my wall. i planned to start psychology revision when i got back, but got distracted by katy who finally messaged me back (we managed to have a civil conversation, but i don't think things will ever be completely civil) as well as sean, who had also messaged me for the first time in a while. i'm starting to think that the two people are linked in some way; either i'm distant from both of them, or suddenly, they both want to talk to me, or when something significant will happen with my relationship with one person, it does with the other also. and that's kind of weird considering what they both mean to me (i like to think of them as on opposite ends of the spectrum of my mind; this makes no sense, just go along with it). i was dramatically singing taylor swift as i was home alone and had a minor breakdown once i realised that i severely related to 'betty' on a concerning level (let's just say i'm james, katy is betty and sean is augustine). speaking of, katy talked to me about her exams and pride month, sean talked to me about buying 'it ends with us' (i warned him it was hardcore porn, he said "oh well i need to broaden my horizons"). i also remembered suddenly (whilst talking to two queer people, might i add) that it's pride month, so i told katy about how my neighbouring town is having a pride parade, and that i can't go this year, but next year, i'm dragging her to go with me; she didn't seem entirely opposed to the idea. the new cover for 'alone with you in the ether' came out; hate the blue but i love the bees. i started seeing ghosts in my house and sean told me to blast 80s music to scare it away. sami came home and offered me all her old clothes (which would save me from searching in charity shops); she also reminded me to do extra revision today since we're going to lake windermere tomorrow, so i'm gonna try to get through the whole of the social influence topic. i alternated between listening to catfish and the bottlemen (my new obsession) and my liked songs, which was a dangerous game to play as it also made me realise that it is physically impossible for me to make a main playlist, in the rare unfortunate occasion that phoebe bridgers would come on after catfish (it could happen). i also had the sudden realisation whilst listening to 'habits of my heart' that this is song is about an abusive relationship, and despite knowing the lyrics and understanding them, i still perceived them to be about love. i migrated to the front room to study because hannah was painting a massive acrylic sheet on the table, and she was slowly pushing me off it (i noticed that 95% of our conversations were her talking to me and me completely ignoring her, like, i managed to have both my headphones in and not hear a word of what she was saying and subsequently didn't reply to a word she said and she didn't suspect a thing). heidi sent me a tiktok of her friend and his girlfriend and now we both promptly want to kill everyone that is in love.

i was taking the clothes off from outside, just after sunset, and i saw the prettiest phase of the moon; it's the waxing crescent, meaning it was the new moon a few days ago. i was on the voice call on the summer school discord server and everyone acknowledged me straight away, telling me that they were in the middle of the game but i could stay if i wanted to hear them nonsensically screaming so i stayed since it provided as entertainment. i went through sami's wardrobe and said no to most the clothes she offered me, apart from a long black jacket, a baggy blue shirt and this really ugly burgundy and blue stripey jumper with embroidered flowers that i want to turn into a bag (i've never taken a textiles class in my life). my dad sat us all down, just before i went to bed, so he could show us this scene from a indian action film and it had the worst cgi i have ever seen in a film (there was a whole zoo jumping out of a lorry and all the animals basically massacred the people).

song of the day: 'caroline' by jadu heart

#i'm gonna see how long i can keep this up for #diary entry #tumblr diary #online diary #my diary #diary #june #pride

[ancient-mystical-features]

the busy series (e-journal, again)

February 5, 2022

Busy Ep. 1

This probably won't be my last time of using that as a title, so I put an Ep. 1 so I can use it as an excuse to resuse the title. I'm not a fan of adding a title to these entries, but oh well. We're pretty busy with filling out the content plans with student's names for our class project. The project proposal is due on Monday. RIP us.

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February 22, 2022

✉️

BU is so much work. Like why do I even bother going through all this process? Why do I even bother applying? I'm not even planning to go? As a lot of my friends say: "For clout lang." 🤡

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March 11, 2022

7 days before my funeral

Due on March 18:

JECS Essay Exam

JECS Spoken Word PC

HMSS116 Poster (DONE)

HMSS116 Reaction Paper

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March 12, 2022

Busy Ep. 2

I surprisingly did well with spontaneously interviewing someone for our project, especially that it had been my first time. It wasn't necessarily a comfortable experience but I mostly felt well. I am currently in another meeting and really busy with a lot.

Do not be deceived with the title. This is not just my second time being busy. I just use the title when I can't think of anything else and too busy to write a bunch.

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March 13, 2022

5000 characters in one sitting

I got to write an entire essay in one sitting on a SUNDAY. I don't do stuff on Sundays intentionally. I dedicate Sundays and after-dinners for myself with no school nor org-related stuff to do unless if it's urgent. Since a lot are due next week on Friday, I figured I'd compromise last night and use that time to do one of the major stuff I needed to do. I uhh wasn't able to do that. But hey don't bite my ear off, I compromised Sunday anyways instead and I was able to finish my draft in one afternoon.

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March 14, 2022

Busy Ep. 3

I can't write a lot right now but I'm working on something good!!

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March 16, 2022

Busy Ep. 4

I finished all four major stuff to be submitted on Friday. Seems like I don't have to bury myself six feet below the ground after all.

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March 25, 2022

Busy Ep. 5

I wrote another letter to myself last night, to be opened two years from now. I'm a little busy today prepping for tomorrow and finishing stuff and also attending a meeting and another after this one.

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April 6, 2022

Busy Ep. 6

I remember typing that title yesterday, but something might have came up that got me distracted and I was unable to continue writing. Yesterday (or, well, the date in this entry) was quite a lot. We had to finish our project proposal and brainstorm on specifics so we could submit the proposal for approval in the morning so it wouldn't be pending until the end of the holy week. I was drained out yesterday but our late night call to brainstorm the rest of the stuff was fun and you could hear us either crying or laughing, we weren't sure. We even got to invite really great speakers (ONE OF THEM WHO I'M A FAN OF AND I CAN'T SPILL DETAILS BUT SINCE I BET THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE THAT NOBODY'S GONNA SEE THIS BUT HE WAS IN AHEB THE MUSICAL WOO). This event is a big one. And I hope we'll be able to keep our sanity by the end of it.

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April 21, 2022

lots on my plate

One more move and I'll be experiencing another major burnout. I still have a PT due tomorrow and ALD and our culminating activity on my plate. I'm gonna take an hour break with an episode of OITNB before I fall apart.

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April 23, 2022

work

We went to the vet this afternoon so work starts a little later than usual. I knew ALD was gonna be heavy but you never really realize just how heavy it is until a few days before the event when you're all in shambles.

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April 24, 2022

prep

I am currently preparing the stuff to be donated for our Community Engagement Outreach.

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April 26, 2022

Busy Ep. 7

It's been a while since I've watched OITNB. I don't even have a minute these days. It's reasonable though, and I kind of expected that. I just didn't expect myself to be mentally all over the place and not as organized as I was in my first project.