Welcome to the Ramblings of A confined TV
How I’d describe myself is basically that my Bones/Folder are string mixed with silver and rose gold. And as you put it in a bead spinner but with random objects/aesthetichs/cores/trinkets
I’m basically a randomized interest of things I like and love (both different but ill put it in the bead spinner.)
My hook picks up Moths, Vintage objects like tear catchers, Breakcore, Cottagecore, Emos, Goths, bones, EIGENGRAU #16161D, Mushrooms, Object-Heads, Retro, Wolves, Cats, Goose, Snakeys in sprinkles, gemstones, History books, Sharks, BLÅHAJ PLUSHIES, I have a lot of plushies, SPY X FAMILY, Lucid Dreaming, Splatoon Octo’s, Kadabra & Gengars(Ultra Favs) Eevee-(Sylveon) pins, noob and guest keychain.
I’d drink poison if it taste sweet
I am professionally diagnosed with ADHD-Combined. Love referring to my brain as dave, “Oh shit Dave we forgot our bag at home.”
Aha...Schools around the corner, That means school work, anxiety, maladaptive daydream, practicing to be bored, AND FRIENDS- oh yeah I get to be the one creating Mental health Pisters because their was Abelistic posters Yay!
MY SCHOOL HAD TO CHANGE THE SCHEDULE TO HAVE MATH EVERYDAY BECAUSE IT FALLOWED AMERICANS SCHOOL SYSTEM ! HAHEKIABAISBKS... I should get into coding clubs ^^
What you'll get is rambles & drawings of squirmles.
Story's half baked and will be updated a multitude amount of time with the [ MetroDemo Work In Progress.TVCore ] A game on the roblox platform, that's like Piggy with squirmles and Idols
Which is one of the things I'm baking right know, posted on Qoutev.
This is for fun so I don't see me wanting any critics unless asked for specifically ♡♡♡ Atleast in this ingredients and trying to set a goal for myself I atleast want to finnish making the story.
I do have an on and off hyperfixation for pokemon and I love low poly blender characters, their so pretty. Daydreams always have me in thought and I do like watching smg4 vids so I just need gmod and a script. And I can't use gmod so I'll just be making a script, and I'm not touch8ng blender because... I don't wanna
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Not to be That Guy but like.
Am I the only one that can't stop thinking about how Tianlang-Jun says about Luo Binghe that he pretends to be cold-hearted like his mother. The hint of fondness there, the heartache in that utterance.
Like it drives me absolutely insane. Imagining her putting on a front of strength, cold and driven and unrelenting. Why does TLJ say that about her. Did she secretly look for solutions that meant reconciling with demons instead of hurting them when her sect wasn't looking? (I wonder this because I feel like his weird fondness for SQQ would lowkey track if it's connected to the woman he once loved.) Did he mean that she was tasked with basically assassinating him and she fell in love with him instead (re: failed step one)? Did he mean that she was fond and doting in her own way (e.g. conceding he was attractive, paying for his exploits and humoring him)? Did he mean that, like LBH, she thought that power would be the thing to protect her--and that it was disguising a person who was deeply and privately wounded? All four????? I don't need sleep I need a n s w e r s
Did she know about the Huanhua Palace Master's skeevy ass intentions before she met TLJ? Or did those only come to significant light after she fell in love with TLJ? Is that why she never anticipated that level of betrayal, because initially she had no intention of being with anyone romantically? And HHPM just assumed she would be under his thumb forever?? Was she furious at her own indiscretion or did she try to use the pregnancy as a bargaining chip, a way to try to stop the immortals of Cang Qiong Mountain from attacking TLJ (plus the bonus of marriage entrapment no takesies backsies this is where LBH gets it from)? Did she try to use that claim on her to dissuade HHPM from his covetous advances, framing herself as tainted so that she could finally escape? Did she dream of a life by TLJ's side, far away from Cang Qiong Mountain?
Like. Literally every single permutation of what this could mean guts me to hell. Do you ever just cry about tianxi because I--[loud bawling noises]
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Imagine being mc, and you're just chilling in your kitchen cause you live alone. You're in your i-woke-up-to-be-here fit, glasses off and retainers out, hair out of the way messily yet conveniently. And you're just standing in the middle of your kitchen, small pot in your left hand and a wood spoon in your right.
Eating some pasta quietly with the same utensils you used to make the pasta so you didn't have to wash more dishes by putting it in a bowl and getting a fork. Then suddenly you're teleported somewhere that isn't your bland apartment kitchen with buzzing white lights above you. It takes you a minute to realise that anything has happened, shoveling your tasty homemade pasta into your mouth with a wooden spoon.
You look up, making eye contact with some dude with his arms crossed, his hair short and black, and standing about half a foot taller than you. At least that was what you could make out through blurry vision. Pasta strands hanging from your mouth, you eat them quickly while staring directly at this man whom you find conventionally attractive despite just meeting him, if you would even call this a meeting.
Your voice somewhat hoarse from not talking for about two and a half days and from eating off of a wooden spoon, you speak in a tone that is almost sarcastic, yet is questioning. You sound neutral, being caught like a deer in headlights in your most nobody's-gonna-see-me state.
"Who the fuck're you?" You'd say, blinking a few times and having to force your eyes to adjust to the shift in lighting that you had only now noticed, and your voice slightly muffled from the pasta sauce stuck to the roof of your mouth. Your organs rolling like a rotisserie chicken in confusion, almost making your stomach hurt.
You settle your right hand, loosely placing the wooden spoon into the pot, it being about half full of hot-n-ready pasta. Your left wrist feels sore from holding up the pot, but in your delayed confusion you barely feel it, doing mental gymnastics in order to figure out where the fuck you had ended up.
You just wanted some pasta. Now where were you?
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