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solarmorrigan · 11 months

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80s Vampire Movie Steddie AU

No listen hear me out

Steve is working the closing shift Friday night at Family Video (open until midnight. Fucking awful if you ask Steve)

It’s just after eleven and it’s been a surprisingly quiet night. It looks like he might actually get out of here on time for once, instead of being held up by annoying, indecisive customers who leave the store a mess

Aaaand he spoke too soon, because someone just came barreling in through front doors, panting and wild-eyed like they’re being chased by the hounds of hell (or the cops)

(Why do the weird ones always come in on Steve’s shift?)

But then Steve does a double take, because he actually recognizes this guy. Long hair, patched vest, chains–

“Munson?”

It is indeed Eddie Munson, resident drug dealer and fucking nerd of Hawkins High. He’d been doubled over, hands on his knees while trying desperately to catch his breath, but Steve’s voice seems to shock him back into action; he scrambles for the front doors and turns the lock with fumbling fingers

Shit

“Hey, man,” Steve says slowly, watching as Eddie backs away from the doors again, “I don’t want any trouble.”

Eddie looks at Steve for the first time since entering the store, and Steve is simultaneously reassured that he’s not about to be robbed, and put on edge by whatever put that look of terror on Eddie’s face

“There’s–” Eddie gasps, still trying to get his breath back, “There’s something after me!”

“Something? Like what? Like– like a dog?” Steve rounds the counter to stand by Eddie, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up (he still remembers those fucking vicious junkyard dogs he and Dustin’s friends had run into when they’d been out searching for Dustin’s cat; Steve still can’t hear barking without jumping a little)

“No, man.” Eddie shakes his head hard, hair flying. “It was – It was like–”

“Dude, spit it out.”

“Okay, look, I was doing a deal. Met my buyer at the park, next street over, right? And we’re just finishing up when this – he just looked like a guy, he walked up, and I thought we were busted, but instead, he – it–” Eddie swallows hard. “It grabbed my buyer and fucking – it ripped her fucking throat out.”

“What?”

“It had these crazy red eyes and fucking fangs and I think it was, like– drinking her blood?” Eddie’s voice is shrill, clearly still panicked, but all of Steve’s alarm quickly plummets into annoyance

He might not be a pop culture nerd, but the kids have forced him to sit through Fright Night enough times for Steve to know where this is going

“Drinking her blood, huh?” Steve asks flatly. “Like a vampire.”

“I fucking guess!” Eddie shouts, digging his fingers into his hair and tugging

Steve rolls his eyes. “Okay, man, I think you’ve been hitting your own stock a little too hard. Just take a couple of deep breaths and–”

“Harrington, I’m not making this up!” Eddie snaps, rounding on Steve. “I’m not fucking hallucinating, there’s something out there!”

Holding his hands up placatingly, Steve nods. “I know you’re freaked out right now, but there’s no such thing as vampires.”

“Tell that to the girl whose fucking throat just got ripped out!”

“Munson–”

The argument is interrupted when someone—or something—slams against the front doors

#summer is campy vampire movie season man I don't make the rules #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #but listen I specify 80s vampire movie because they just have a certain vibe y'know?#everyone in those movies was fucking unhinged and it showed. it was good #eddiesteve #solar wrote

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bluemoonperegrine · 7 months

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Wolf Be Upon Yeet: Part III

In which @vicarious-rebel and I chatted via DM about the Werewolf By Night and Moon Knight crews in her headcanon which includes Elsa’s pet eldritch horror Stony, which had been the Bloodstone but is now literally a monster. Here are part I and part II.

Stonyverse short fics:

“Of blood and stone” by Vi

“Something Awful This Way Comes” (ao3 link) by me

"In which the Bloodstone is a little shit" by Vi

This amazing, adorable gif that's eventually relevant to the silliness below it is @toothyclown's creation. (Toothy, If it's not cool that I saved the file and posted it here, lmk and I'll delete it immediately.) Here's the original post with the gif.

This edition gets Looney-Tunes-style silly. 🤣

Vi’s text is black. bluemoonperegrine’s text is blue. (I mean, of course.)

I'm thinking about writing some Stony stuff, so I'm rereading your fic introducing the adorable li'l scamp. There "was the body and eight legs of an arachnid but a bony humanoid torso where the chest and head portion should be. The arms were long and thin but ended in clawed hands large enough to close around a human head." So he has eight spidery legs and two arms. The arms are generally human-like, right? Just kind of warped and horrific?

Stony is huge! It sounds like when standing his abdomen is 7 ft off the ground. If his torso and head are roughly human-sized, that would put his head about 4 feet higher.

I think Stony shouldn't have much of a scent. In any case, it would freak Jack out even more if this creature that partially looks like a skinned human doesn't smell like blood and flesh at all.

This idea popped into my head: the moon boys teaching Stony to walk on his humanoid hands. Jack would pass out on the spot the first time he saw it.

If Stony is as big as I described above, someone's gotta ride him like a steed sent straight from hell. Elsa makes the most sense.

I read this part of our chat--"considering Ted's acid is a reflex"--as "Ted is acid reflux" initially. 🤣

Random idea: Elsa finds a way to make Stony temporarily smaller so it's easier to bring him on hunts. Or maybe discovers that he can go back into gem form but doesn't want to. Elsa would need a truckload of chicken nuggets to train and reward Stony for stuffing himself back into gem form for a while.

Stony: screech-growls in protest

Jack: flinches, then fidgets

Elsa: It's only for a few hours. As we clear out the nest, you can eat every single one of those shambling mounds!

Jack: shudders

Stony: perks up

My brain keeps circling back to Stony's origin story. Why was he suddenly able to manifest in monster form? I'm thinking that during a big fight the Bloodstone got a hairline crack. That disturbed some sort of containment spell and Stony could break free.

yup his arms are pretty human-looking, just disproportionately long for extra body horror eldritchness

Regarding Stony's scent, I do imagine him to smell of blood but it also makes perfect sense for him not to smell of anything bc he's supposed to be in a rock.

You're right that it would freak Jack out. It'll make him develop Stony-sense.

TINY STONY! I imagine him looking the same just…. smaller

My Little Stony 🤣

The question is how tiny is tiny Stony? horse-sized? large dog-sized?

He could change to multiple sizes: stone-sized or dog-sized Regarding how he manifested, something like a spell or whatnot "dissolving" the bloodstone and releasing the sentience

When Stony's out, the actual Bloodstone is gone and not in its frame because it's not a stone anymore

Jack sees something crawling on the floor, assumes it's a spider, then "oh wait oh shit it's That Thing"

Poor Jack sees one of the moon boys teaching Stony to do a trick and he just nopes out

Jack wakes up one morning to find tiny Stony curled up on top of him (on top of the covers) sleeping soundly… and is promptly launched across the room by shrieking Jack who runs for the hills

Tiny stony usually sleeps on Elsa's bed. 🤣

I think I just want to terrorize Jack.

Or worse, sees Elsa actually train it for combat and legs it Hasn't Jack suffered enough?

(No.)

Terrorizing Jack is so much fun. He's our damsel in distress

Someone save the werewolf from the eldrich tarantula

A favorite visual of mine in this AU is Stony deliberately trying to freak out the resident smol woof and Marc just deflecting him like "ok that's enough, you're gonna stop it or no chicken nuggets for you"

Jake not too secretly eggs Stony on. Sneaks him a spicy chicken nug when Marc's not looking

Jack looks at him, betrayed "I loved you… Trusted you…. And you BETRAY ME?!"

Jake: Man up, woof boy

Steven: Jake, I won't tolerate this sort of misogyny and misandry. That's no way--

The system devolves into bickering again. Jake: it's all in good fun

Steven: good fun? you're traumatizing him

Maybe Steven let Jack know about something that wigs Jake out so he can give him a little of his own medicine. He could be afraid of butterflies or something.

Marc standing off to the side, rolling his eyes

Yeah, Steven likes fairness so he'd do that

Jake: whispering to Stony in Spanish Jack: I CAN HEAR YOU AND UNDERSTAND YOU, GILIPOLLAS.

Steven: steal his gloves and crinkle them Jake: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE Stony just being confused bc he doesn't know Spanish but he gets spicy nuggets so he's fine with it

The moon boys bickering is the best

Jake's cheeky and teases ppl but it really is all in good faith

The smol woof needs a pack. he likely sees Elsa and Ted as his… and eventually, reluctantly Stony as well. He'd be more than happy to include the moon boys and Layla

yeah, they're all his pack Stony is on thin ice tho

I can imagine Jack getting angry at Stony for something and informing him that he's out of the pack.

Stony: no response

He doesn't understand and wouldn't really care even if he did.

Elsa, feigning shock: you Kicked him Out? Jail! In this AU werewolf Jack looks just like he did in the special. I assume he's not a mindless killing machine. In the special he went on a killing spree because he was attacked and tortured via Bloodstone and then guards. So is he basically wolflike? How much human Jack is in there?

I'd say about 10% human Jack, he tends to act very wolflike but can occasionally retain info/memories between transformations but they tend to be vague and blurry (like trying to remember a dream but the only thing you remember is having a dream and maybe some detail or feeling and that's it)

For instance, werewolf Jack can recognize ppl by scent (esp if he's been around them long enough) and has some of the same preferences as his human form, like his penchant for salmon paste

Is salmon paste like lox?

Nah, it's like regular salmon ground down to paste, it's got a similar consistency to any paste and it tastes and smells like smoked salmon

It's pretty good. I pretty much headcanon it as one of Jack's favourite snacks after he discovered it. (Marc absolutely uses that to his advantage when dealing with werewolf Jack)

So there isn't a panic at Bloodstone at each full moon if only the usual suspects are around

Bloodstone Manor is like the Addams family mansion. There are a couple of weird creatures, a werewolf, a monster hunter and two avatars of Egyptian gods and everyone's having a grand old time. And then there's Billy Swan, the only normal one in any room, doing his thing like this is all perfectly normal. Also, where is the manor? Outside Boston?

I read somewhere that in the special it's in Arizona. The garden/labyrinth looked kinda the American SW to me, so that clicked in my head and I used it in my fics. Also I love the desert SW so I was happy to set stuff there.

I honestly have no idea, geography is kinda fluid in my brain. It's somewhere in a forested area and that's all I know abt it

gotta have room to roam (for Ted and Jack) and probably also Stony bc big eldritch horrors gotta stretch

I imagine that Elsa removed all of the monster heads mounted on the walls as well.

... if Elsa hadn't removed the monster heads, Stony may have eaten them 😬

I imagine they're stuffed/preserved somehow, in which case Stony wouldn't so much eat them as chew them up and spit them out in disgust

Jack's doing his own thing and BOOM, Stony pops up and fucks up his day

vlog proposal: Decorating With Stony

After the reveal Stony weighs in by destroying things or not. It's the ultimate interior decor assessment. The releases people have to sign are insane

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Sheesh, I still haven't gotten to the part that inspired this series' title! I'll get there eventually.

#werewolf by night #moon knight #headcanon #eldritch horror oc #stonyverse #fan fiction #fanfic

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lesbian-empress-nero · 2 months

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Ken was tired.

He had been tired for a few days now, unable to sleep due to a series of night terrors. Before he joined S.E.E.S, they were usually just about his mom.

But now, they were about everyone. About all the terrible ways they could die. Makoto-senpai was there a lot. He saw their leader laying there in Tartarus, unresponsive and unmoving. Ken dreamt of hugging him, of feeling cold instead of warm and seeing no comforting smile and hearing no heartbeat and knowing it was his fault, he had healing skills why didn’t he heal him-

He sat up, kicking wildly at his bedsheets, skin covered in a cold sweat. This was the third night he had dreamt of that day. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, so he wandered downstairs to the lounge.

There, on the carpet, was stretched Koromaru. The dog seemed sound asleep, scarlet eyes closed and snores sounding from deep in his throat.

How Ken longed to live a life as simple as Koro-chan’s.

Ken laid down on the couch, stretching his hand out to pet Koromaru. The dog lifted his head, awakened from slumber. Koromaru then promptly licked Ken’s hand, eliciting a quiet giggle. He always liked being around animals. It was calming, in a way. Comforting.

Before long, Ken was drifting off again, this time dreaming of summer days and that time Shinjiro went with him to the Film Festival.

“That was so cool! I loved the way it was revealed that there was another mastermind behind everything, and the final battle when the hero’s teammates kept taking the finishing hit for him!? So freaking awesome!”

He realised how childish and immature he sounded, and cleared his throat. “I mean... It’s all fake, so... Thank you for coming with me, Shinjiro-senpai.”

Shinjiro-senpai raised an eyebrow before speaking.

“...My favourite scene was when the detective was telling the heroes about how he got away with everything by blaming the kidnappings on the delivery man. The actor really sold the part, didn’t he?”

Ken looked at him for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that scene was awesome, too. But I think my favourite-ever part was when the hero awakened to his truest self and used his new power to beat the villain once and for all! Bam!”

Ken punched his palm, and looked up at Shinjiro-senpai, who was... smiling. He was smiling and nodding.

“Bam,” he agreed, and Ken couldn’t help the glowing warmth that shone in his chest.

When Ken woke up that morning, sprawled on the couch with Koromaru curled up beside him, he realised that Shinjiro-senpai’s coat had been laid over him like a blanket.

I LOVE KEN AND SHIJI'S RELATIONSHIP HES KEN'S DEPRESSED ADOPTED FATHER WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT HIM

ken would absolutely be scared of the people he cares about dying. after his mom death is all he can think about. also wanting to act mature but still having a childish side is so real. hurts so much especially when everyone expects you to be mature/you think they do. just. if you want to be childess regardless of your age because you got your childhood taken away from you or you just want more childhood? just fucking act childish. ken deserves to act like a child too.

#btw: no p3 spoilers in the replies. mav is yet to finish p3. ty!!!#nero answers #shackle-foes #ken amada #persona 3 #shinjiro aragaki

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nerd-at-sea5 · 2 years

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the breaking point of nancy wheeler

everyone thought that nancy wheeler would come out the same way she does everything else-self assured, without the trace of doubt in her mind.

instead she does it while begging, down on her knees, tears flowing down her face-screaming at her dad, wishing that it wasn’t real.

a sadder take on how nancy could come out from a mix of pov’s. like it changes more than it should-

they/them robin, everyone else is canon

cw-homophobia, slurs, being kicked out, misgendering, abuse

i might make a pt2 if someone wants me to

ted almost never comes into her room, nancy’s gotten so used to only talking to him downstairs that for a moment she thinks she’s still dreaming when he pushes open the door and goes to speak before taking in the scene in front of him.b

two girls-one of which is his daughter, asleep in said daughters bed. that’s fine. what’s not fine is the way the taller of the two’s arm is snaked around nancy’s waist, that nancy’s hands are intertwined with the other girls-robin, a faint voice in his mind tells him-and are holding them close to her chest. to her heart. it doesn't take a genius to know that this isn’t platonic.

she wakes up the moment the door hits the wall, takes in her father’s shocked face, swinging her legs out of bed as her face morphs into something he doesn't recognize-both forced bravery and fear?

she hears robin wake up, a faint ‘shit’ as she puts up her hands like she’s getting a dog to sit down, “look, dad-”

he rubs his face with his hand, looks his daughters up and down and storms out, slamming the door.

nancy’s running after almost instantly, robin on her heels, almost bumping into karen as she exits her own room.

“dad!”

he turns and something clicks in karen’s head as she takes in the situation-nancy’s voice is riddled with barely concealed fear, robin looks like they may throw up, and her husband is more mad than she’s seen him in years, “ted?”

“did you know about this?”

the tone sends a jolt down nancy’s spine, and she frantically wipes her eyes, she can’t cry now.

karen shakes her head, stepping past nancy, “knew about what?”

“that our daughter’s a dyke.”

robin flinches so badly that their elbow hit’s the banister and a pained whimper escaped their girlfriend, “dad, please-”

karen turns, everything slowly making sense as she watches the way robin’s hand curls around nancy’s bicep, how nancy leans into the touch, “nance, breathe.” she watches her eldest's eyes flick to her, full of terror and tears.

so she turns back to her husband, “no, but i don’t see why it warrants a scene in the middle of our night. she’s still nancy.”

robin can feel nancy exhale against them, relief flooding the duo while the wheeler parents stare each other down, there’s no room for fear to consume robin-to much worry for nancy.

nancy steps forward again, “she’s right-dad, i’m still your daughter. there’s nothing abo-”

a glass shatters inches from her face and suddenly robin’s pushing themself in front of her, yelling at her father.

“you aren’t my fucking daughter.”

“ted!”

he spins on his wife, hot tears now spilling onto nancy’s cheeks, like his words cut through her like a blade, twisting and spilling blood.

“she’s not. not if she’s running around with freaks and fags.”

“it doesn't matter!” karen’s hands are braced on her hips as she watches nancy slide to the floor, shaking.

robin stands, glaring him down, “you’re a shitty father.”

and then their backing up rapidly while ted raises a hand, “you want to say something else?”

“dad!”

if anything was going to break robin’s heart, weather it be seeing tammy thompson staring at steve harrington in click’s class, or watching will sob in their arms after he came out-it was the pure grief in their girlfriends voice, grief that robin had only heard in max mayfields scream when billy was killed. grief that shouldn’t be aimed at a father-a living father. it shouldn’t be in nancy’s voice.

“please, they’ve done nothing wrong, i’ve done nothing wrong!”

and maybe he only turns because her voice is choked with sob’s, that she wishes he would hit her, or scream at her. not robin, not her mom-her. that nancy feels more pain right now than any trip into the upside down.

there’s a line of blood from her cheek.

his face is coated in fury, and nancy falls back, “please.”

“get out.”

karen’s face falls, “you can’t do that.”

his fists clench and she backs slowly, the room is awfully silent, nancy’s cries are the only thing breaking it. “yes, i can.” directed at nancy, “get your stuff and get out.”

“you can’t mean-”

“nancy marie wheeler i told you to get the hell out of my house. i refuse to tolerate this.”

“i’m your fucking child!”

her knuckles are digging into the carpet, nails piercing her palms-needing something aside from the pain, sadness, anger-needing something physical to tether her to reality.

nancy never thought she’d beg someone to love her. she never thought that it would be her own father.

but here she is, hunched over and sobbing, begging, pleading-praying to whatever god that’s out there that this isn’t her reality.

that there may be something left, some sense of humanity. she’s not going to be broken here, not here-not after everything she’s been through. this isn’t it.

ted turns his back to her, and the sentence that crumbles nancy’s already cracking and breaking world to dust is uttered; “not anymore.”

#nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #steve harrington #will byers #max mayfield #stranger things #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #ronance #gay in space writes #aven writes

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bearlee-sensitive · 1 year

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last updated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .8/25/23

This my introduction post :)

Thank you to the amazing @slimeylee for letting me take inspiration from their intro post (I basically copied it, if you want me to take the @ off for you i will /gen)

Tw:ED mentions/ phobia mentions/SH mention

|info about me!|

My name is Bear

I'm 420 friendly

I'm Afro-indigenous

I'm 90% Lee 10% ler

I use he/him pronouns, I'm fine with neopronouns, and I'm two spirit, gay (nwlnw) and Polyamorous and I'm taken

I'm currently on testosterone

My birthday is October 26th! I'm a minor, so don't be weird

I'm also an age regressor, I usually regress to ages 1-3, sometimes older

|blog and writing info|

I'm a sfw Tickle blog, mainly for marvel, dream smp and supernatural

I don't really post fanfics as I'm still working on my writing skills, but once I think my writing is good enough I'll probably start writing fics

My dms are open to any ranging from 13 to 18+ (as long as you're not a creep)

( interact, thin ice, dni)

Interact;

Juggalo's

Dsmp fans

Twisted metal fans

Supernatural fans

Marvel fans

Stranger things fans

Reservation dogs fans

Kenan and Kel fans

Wonder egg priority fans

Sfw tickle blogs

Tickle fic writers

Artists

Fluff and angst writers

Roleplayers

People over 18 (as long as youre not weird)

Agere community

thin ice;

Genshin stans

Only writes/draws feet tickles

dni;

Proshippees

Racists

Homiphobes

Sexists

Ableists

Anyone under 11

Ddlg (and variants)

|tags|

I don't really use tags, but I will occasionally

The tags will be

#dsmp

#supernatural

#marvel

#tickle

#ticklefic

#twisted metal

#headcanons

#bears in a lee mood

#vent

|other blogs|

I only have two other blogs, one for age regression and one for non-Tickle stuff

Age regression blog: lovelylittlebabybearsblog

Non-tickle blog: skvll-body

|social media|

I have Instagram, my account is cool._.funky._.monkey

I also have snapchat and tiktok but I'll give those to you if you ask me

|things i will n wont write/talk about|

I WILL write/talk about

-Tickle related stuff

-fluff

-angst

-cc and c stuff

-feet tickles

-light bondage

-tools (but only stuff like feathers/feather duster, the light stuff)

|fears + diagnosis|

Tw:phobias and triggers

Phobias:

Arachnophobia-fear of spiders, I have had many bad experiences with spiders, especially night terrors, I can't handle anything related to spiders

Pediophobia-any doll except reborn dolls or barbie dolls freak me out, I can't really explain it, they just do

Lepidopterophobia-fear of butterflies or moths, I have a bad fear of butterflies, when I was younger I saw that one spongebob episode

emetophobia-fear of vomiting, I hate the feeling of being nauseas and vomiting, that grew into a really bad fear of mine

Diagnosis

Type one diabetes-for those who don't know, type one diabetes is a chronic condition where the pancreas produces little to know insulin, I was diagnosed when I was 2 years old.

Ptsd- ptsd or post traumatic stress disorder is a disorder where the person has trouble with recovering from witnessing or experiencing a terrifying event. There are Triggers that can bring back the memory along with intense physical or emotional reactions

Anxiety- anxiety is a disorder that causes intense, excessive and persistent worry or fear about everyday situations.

ADHD- ADHD or attention deficit/hyperactive disorder is a chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness

ARFID- ARFID or avoidant restrictive food intake disorder is an eating disorder where people have picky eating habits and little interest in eating food, they eat a limited variety of preferred foods.

|mutuals|

If we're mutuals feel free to dm me! I'm always happy to talk to new people. If I don't reply right away I'm probably doing school or asleep

(if you want me to take you're name off my list or the @ then you can tell me!)

closer friends;

@fluffallamaful

@shroomies-world

@tiki-kiwiies

talk to a decent amount, would say we're good friends;

@slimeylee

@shroomies-world

dont often talk to but we (for some people; would probably) get along;

Internet family:

@the-gingerbread-lee (big sister)

|face|

I don't plan on posting my face on Tumblr at all, but if youre close enough to me I'll probably send pics of myself to you

|other boundaries|

I'm fine with terms like kiddo, handsome, and pretty. I'm also fine with shitass in a joking way.

If we're friends you can call me kiddo and if we're really really close you can call me baby, babe or darling in a platonic way.

Some nickanmes that bring back happy memories are Little one, young warrior and bear cub.

My favorite Nickname is Sleepy bear

|Extra|

I struggle with SH and sometimes to avoid relapsing I'll sleep, so if I don't respond for a while it's probably cause of that and not something you did. I also take mental health breaks from time to time, and some of them include just not talking to anyone at all

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squirrelwrangler · 5 months

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sad news- my mom had to put down her old whippet today- had a little over a week/two weeks learned that the old guy had bladder cancer and the tumor had spread to over 90% of said bladder. She had him on chemo pill to see if it'd help- dog too old and tumor way too big for a surgery option. Dog was twelve, and she tends to have them die on her to health issues around 11-12, sometimes earlier if freak accidents (Previous male whippet more than ten years before was lost due to a succession of strokes at 9) and heart problems. (Breed average lifespan can be more than that but she's had a decades long streak of losing them before 13/14). Old dog had an extreme heart murmur so that it was bladder cancer of all things out of the blue. But his kidneys were starting to go too on Sunday and by last night that he was in pain was obvious. Due to history with her first male whippet, my mom doesn't like to keep terminally ill dogs past the point she feels the pain versus quality of life is more about the owner's grief. So this morning she took him in and the vet immediately agreed. Still it's hard even if my mom is outwardly very accepting, especially that the old dog had a relatively long life full of sporting events and achievements and that she was here with him.

And of course that this summer my sister's old male pom died of what was probably heart failure and she's still grieving. But the irony is that the other old whippet - the one that's my dad's as the rest of the whippets are my mom's- is the aunt of the old male dog. And that old bitch - she also has cancer. The type that's usually in the spleen but is this large tumor on the dog's shoulder, the one that this same vet estimated would kill her in months at the most because this is the time of also aggressive cancer that has an expectancy of weeks... And it's been almost two whole years and the old bitch mostly ignores the tumor lump and it seems to not effect her at all. Also the first exception to that 12 year cut off date in twenty years as she's I think 14. The joke is that the old bitch will outlive everyone, including the two yo twin puppy boys (sons of the old male dog, very much the same in personalities). Grantie is cranky about her stupid grand-nephews if she's trying to nap, but otherwise tolerates them fine.

It's a bit rough having this happen so soon relatively after the death of the other old male dog (the pom), and that both happened after the diagnosis of the old bitch, and does dredge up my lingering sadness of losing my goober hound. And just like the weekend after my sister lost her pom, she and my mom are going to a UKC dog show event, which will be good to hang around several dog show world friends and sympathetic ears doing things with the living dogs in a separate location. Hopefully the twin terrors behave themselves.

#ts: pet death #cancer #animal death #personal silly woes

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vamp-stamp-fics · 2 years

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Night walk

Tags: monster/monster hunter au, steddie + ronanace, Vampire! Eddie, werewolf! Robin, monster hunter! Nancy + Steve , Demogorgons & vecna still exist In this au just supernatural monsters are now added to the mix lol, fluff ig

Summary: while Eddie & Robin go on a walk in the woods, Nancy warns them about staying out at night

A/n: this fic's based off a Twitter post I saw lol. also most of my future monster hunter au fics are probably not gonna be connected and be standalones. Yes they're probably gonna have Steddie + Ronance centered around most of (if not all!) The fics. The most I might have them connected is if I make a pt 2 to one of them.

It was quiet night in the woods. Around 3:00 am. Witching hour is what some would call it, but for Robin and Eddie it was the perfect time to walk in the woods.

Robin stretched as she looked over to Eddie "so how's it going with Steve?" He shrugged "well there's some slight progress. One time I called him "big boy" and man you should've seen his face, all flustered. Took him a back I say. How's things going with Nance? You made a first move yet?" Robin sighed. "Not really. I mean Christ sake Eds I have a crush on THE monster hunter"

"how'd the hell that happen?"

"well it's kind of a long story. Me and Vickie were at band practice and our teacher needed to get something from somewhere so he asked me to do it so I went to where I was supposed to and then bam! The most prettiest girl I'd ever seen right there in the newspaper room. Who so happens to be the person trying to find me"

"wow" Eddie scoffed. "You are fucked"

"Exactly! If she knew I was the thing she was hunting I'd be dead fucking meat"

Nancy had been hunting a certain werewolf for months now. She had been called in for a complaint of a wolf like creature terrorizing Hawkins. When in reality Robin just accidentally slammed into someone's car while it was a full moon. She didn't know how it happened.

Maybe she tripped on her tail, she was prone to doing that. Though maybe it was because she was more clumsy on a full moon in general. She didn't really know, half the time she couldn't remember what the hell happened when she turned.

"So how's it with Jason? Has he found out you're the big mean scary serial killing vampire that's terrorizing Hawkins? Because y'know playing a board game with a bunch of high schoolers is just what's gonna kill us all" Eddie snorted "okay smart ass look who's talking, Hawkins thinks a giant dog is what's terrorizing it's citizens. But other than his usual name calling I don't think he suspects anything"

"he's stupid for that one. Calls you a freak but doesn't suspect a thing"

"Exactly, and I'M supposedly the dumbass"

"I mean c'mon Eds what it's your 2nd? 3rd? Year at Hawkins?"

"listen, geometry is really fucking hard. I hope whoever invented it is burning in the 7th ring of hell as we speak" Robin hummed in agreement.

People and monster hunters alike stereotyped Eddie and Robin to be sworn enemies due to the myth of vampires and werewolves constantly at each others throats. It was called a myth for reason. Robin didn't know what it be like without Eddie. Just like she didn't know where she'd be without Steve.

Steve

It'd been a while since Robin had told him she was a lesbian and he immediately accepted her. She wondered what he'd do if he knew she was...her. if he found out that she was the supposed creature of the night destroying Hawkins and hurting innocent people. That's what the paper said at least. She'd barely hurt a fly. Ok well that was a lie Robin hated bugs but it's a metaphor alright?

Would he treat her the same way he'd treated her when she first came out to him? She doubted it. Being a lesbian and being a werewolf were two completely different things. She could already imagine him with shock and fear in his eyes, grabbing some kind of weapon to defend himself, Screaming at her to get away from him-

Robin closed her eyes. Trying to shake the horrifying vision of the possible truth if Steve found out. "You okay?" Eddie questioned. She shook her head "yeah, yeah everything. Everything's fine" he knew she was lying and probably worried about something. But he didn't push it, not wanting to upset her more than she already seemed to be.

Snap!

Eddie and Robin became alert at the sound of a twig snapping in half. "Did you here that?" Robin asked. "Uh yeah I heard it. Maybe it's max-"

"max wouldn't be out here this late at night. She's usually at home by 10 at least" Robin said, petrified at what was out there. Another snap. Robin turned her heel, ready to run when the barrel of rifle was in her face. She fell as she screamed "PLEASE DON'T KILL US WE WERE JUST GOING ON A WALK-

"a walk? Why the hell are you two going on a walk this late?" Robin recognized the voice immediately. It was Nancy Wheeler. Hawkins most famous monster hunter. "Shit Nance you nearly scared us half to death, thought you were A monster or something" Eddie exclaimed. Nancy threw her rifle on her shoulder and lended her hand to Robin, who quickly grabbed it as she scrambled to her feet. She dusted herself off "yeah Nancy, thought you were that werewolf Hawkins complaining about"

"real smooth" Eddie mumbled. Robin elbowed him. He grunted in response. "No it was just my turn to look over this area of the woods tonight. Now can you tell me why exactly you two are out here?"

"Well like Robin said we're out here for a walk" Eddie said.

"this late at night?"

Robin looked to Eddie then back to Nancy "what Eddie is trying to say is that me and him were pulling an all nighter and I kinda started getting a migraine because y'know geometry is just so hard-"

"really hard" Eddie added

"Extremely hard! So I suggested hey why don't we go out for a walk?"

"at 3 in morning. While its dark outside?" Nancy questioned, starting to get suspicious. "We both wanted to get fresh air. Y'know where Eddie lives it's extremely dusty, and I have really bad allergies" Robin said hoping it make an convincing case.

It did (somehow) because Nancy sighed in relief. "Alright, well I'm glad you're both okay. Been having more reports of monster sightings around in these woods. Anyways you two stay safe out here. Maybe go back inside, can't be too sure what's out here" Robin nodded to her as she waved as Nancy left. Once she was out of sight both of them sighed in relief, Robin leaning on the tree "holy shit I can't believe that actually worked"

"yeah I thought it wasn't considering you were talking a little too much"

"what does that mean?"

"it means if someone questions you, you keep it short as you can" Robin scoffed "you're one to talk. Kept interrupting me. She was starting to think something was up"

"yeah well good thing miss monster hunter didn't right?" Eddie smiled in a smug manner. Robin rolled her eyes. "Whatever suckhead"

"rude"

"she was right though, We should probably get back. Don't know until another monster hunter comes along and isn't convinced by our terrible lying"

Eddie pointed at Robin "I'm not a terrible liar. If anything you're the shitty liar" saying as he walked off. Robin quickly slugged him in the shoulder as she followed him back to the trailer park.

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authoresswillowraine · 10 months

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Shadow Soul

What. The. F…?!

The curse died on my lips as my foot damn near found its way through the floorboard of my mint, wild cherry red '69 Camaro. Finally, I was able to slam on the brakes.

In the middle of the road, illuminated by the glow of headlights, stood something.

At first, I thought it was a dog, but there was something off about it. It was too large, almost as tall as a full-grown deer, and blacker than the night around us. It met my incredulous gaze with a piercing stare that sent chills straight up my spine.

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. An emphatic mutter about never drinking and driving again died on my lips.

When I dared to risk another glance, I heaved a sigh of relief as I noticed its disappearance.

A dog. A big, freaking dog.

I had put my car in drive when there was a great growling sound rumbling in my left ear.

With caution, I turned towards the window, against my better judgment.

Glowing crimson eyes and bared teeth froze me in my tracks. Though its gaping maw never moved, words filled my mind.

"Soon, Corbin. Soon."

"Oh, SCREW THIS!"

I finally gathered what mental faculties I could and got the hell outta there. I never looked back or glanced in any of my mirrors.

My Camaro skidded sideways into my parent's driveway, and I beat a hasty retreat into the house. As soon as I was inside, I locked the door and checked out the window with increasing paranoia.

"Son, what on Earth?" My dad's gravelly voice rumbled from his favorite chair, half-drunk off his ass. My mother peeked over the top of her book with the same look of concern she'd been giving me for eight years. Ever since I was thirteen and had become her problem child.

"Corbin, honey, what is it?"

I swallowed once, twice, three times trying to get past the lump of terror in my throat that seemed lodged.

At the worry in my mother's voice, my father heaved himself out of his recliner and staggered over to me.

"I saw...I mean I think I saw...and it..."

"Oh, for God's sake," my father's tone rang of disapproval as he scented the air around me. "Alayna he's piss drunk and stoned as hell to boot."

I forgot my fear as anger washed over me, and a new shot of adrenaline pumped through my veins.

"Man, screw you!"

"Corbin!" My mother was always trying to play mediator and pacifier to keep me out of trouble.

"What did you say to me, you ungrateful bastard?" My dad's fists doubled at his sides, itching for me to push him once more, like old times.

"Jeff! Stop! That is your son!"

"Right. Couldn't prove it by me."

"My whole life I've watched you mess up and now it's all I do. All I've done for years. I'm exactly like you, JEFF. A colossal, perpetual fuck up."

"Enough, the both of you! Corbin, your dinner is in the oven, Jeff you finish your drink and drop it."

Whatever I had seen didn't seem so important anymore.

Halfway through my mother's lasagna, a thought worked its way to the forefront of my mind. It was like subtle drumming at first that grew in intensity.

Kill him. Kill him. He's a waste of flesh. Kill him.

It was as if it was on a loop in my brain and I couldn't change the track. Sure, my father and I had issues. He used to put his hands on me in anger often, but I'd never wanted to kill him. Throttle him, oh yeah. Murder him? No.

The thought was still thrumming through my head as I drifted off into a fitful sleep a few hours later.

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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I posted 20,542 times in 2022

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I tagged 20,536 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 119 characters (note: this is a lie, i had plenty of 139 characters tags, a couple of them posted just today. i'm not even sure a post with this particular tag still exist, I think I deleted it in the summer. something is off with this one)

#'честное слово я не виновен я не помню откуда столько крови на моих руках и моей одежде я никогда никого не бил прежде'

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"Bits of you stuck in my teeth" I obviously haven't finished the game yet, but Max is great. He listens to Laura, he's concerned about her well being. Get yourself a boyfriend/partner that actually listens to you and supports you no matter how wild the situation is.

I also love how at the beginning of the game Laura is all freaked out, and Max is like, "Are you serious?" He's not dismissing her or her feelings at any point. When she asks him to just please get out of the woods, he's like, "Of course!" He doesn't tell her to calm down or anything.

Seriously, I like Max.

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“I'm no witch. You know nothing of me.” “You are a great, fertile b!tch of evil and I love you for your fertility and your power. You are the woman of all our dreams and all our night terrors. All the Night Creatures are gathering around you. See the moonlight catching the raven's wing. The sheen on the fox's pelt. The scent in the air when night birds take wing. They make you drunk with love. Do not be deceived by them, Vanessa Ives. They are false lovers. And if I know anything, it is this. You are made for the day, not the night.” “There, sir, you are wrong.”

— Penny Dreadful, season 3 episode 7.

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My #1 post of 2022

Lestat + dogs [pt 1] in season 1 episode 6 of INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022)

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#tumblr wrapped #the longest tag is a lie cause i posted plenty of 139 characters tags #what are those few untagged posts? weird #lestat being my number one for this year is a win and what i hoped for <3 #here's to another post of lestat with dogs making it the first one next year <3 with like 5k at least or something #lestat my beloved #the fact that cb2077 and cm made into my top 10 tags this year is so interesting #i didn't expect like 800 posts about cm only???#euphoria also surprised me #and cb having even more than cm? oh wow #but i think i did play it this year (?) so i guess it's logical #and food is again in my top 3-5 tags. of course.#people that post 2000 posts a year are not my kind of people #my friend is like that and while i love her i don't follow her cause' it's not nearly enough content i need on my dash #year in review

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craveher · 2 years

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do you have any paranormal experiences?

A few. As a kid I used to talk to “angels”. At least that’s what my family said I called them. One time my dog got hit by a car. The vet said she’d die by the next day, that her liver was failing and to just take her home to die in peace. I just pet her and told my parents “the angels said she’d be okay”. The next day she was up and running, and lived for many years after. The vet had no idea how and when I was asked I’d repeat the same thing. I also had a time where I was helping at the graveyard shortly after my grandma died. I was getting bored and wandering when I saw a kid about my age. I followed him to a grave that wad shaped like a wave. He disappeared. I started leaving flowers and called him “the wave boy”. I don’t recall ever seeing him again but I began leaving flowers every time we met. My mom joked that I had a ghost boyfriend. Some times I still visit. Finally was the time I had my sister sleeping over, I was like 16 and she was like 8. We were sleeping in the same bed, her against the wall and me on the outside. I woke up and couldn’t move at all. I started to think it was sleep paralysis so I shut my eyes and tried wiggling my toes. When I opened my eyes I saw a bunch of smaller figures around my room, and my sister standing on my desk in the corner of the room. I began to panic but new I was just seeing things. As they got closer I suddenly felt really tired, too tired to keep my eyes open. When I woke up the next morning I was a little freaked out, but I’m used to nightmares and night terrors and figured it was nothing. Downstairs we were eating breakfast and my little sister asked why she woke up in the corner of the room and a bunch of figures around me. I started crying snd didn’t know what else to do other than tell my mom. I was really scared but she didn’t really believe me.

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darlenefblog · 6 months

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Just putting this out into the universe

I've been on edge all day. Early this morning I had a strange dream that only 1 piece makes sense. I spoke with my grown nephew last night about business so it makes sense he was in my dream this morning but in the dream he was only about 9 or 10.

In this dream I was in one room and the phone would ring, I'd poke my head around the corner and ask who it was. My nephew wouldn't say a word but hand me the phone. This happened a few times and I can't remember who was calling but it must not have been important stuff. The last call was my dead husband, dead 11 years now. I answered the phone "hello". I hear Michael clear as day say "Darlene" & I said "yep". Not happy to hear from him at all. In my dream he wasn't dead, so I was just pissed to hear from him. He said, "Help me I'm" and then it was white noise, static. When's the last time anyone heard that sound. I woke completely up and was not freaked so much as upset and angry that it had happened. It was about 5 so I decided to try and sleep a bit more. Before I could nod off I'll be damned if there wasn't a knock on my bedroom window, the one by my side of the bed. 3 knocks. I got up, opened the blinds, & of course there wasn't anyone there. Later I went out to check the screen & see if the wind could have knocked it into the glass & the answer is a huge no. WTF is going on. The last time he got through to me was when my dog died, our dog really. That pissed me off too, he ruffled my bangs, scared the shit out of me.

I believe that when we're in the in-between space, not asleep and not awake yet, is when we're vulnerable. Unable to move but our minds are alert; doctors call it sleep paralysis. There seems to be a thinness between here and there & it's easy for things to get through to us. Mostly people but my dog did bark to let me know she was in Heaven like I told her she would be. I've heard conversations that had nothing to do with me. I've heard many things; some were awful & scared the shit out of me. This has been happening to me off and on most of my life; my mother told me I was a spooky kid. Strange otherworld stuff just pisses me off these days, not much of it is too scary. There's no point in telling your doctor, there's always an excuse. Sleep deprivation, night terrors, wild imagination. So many people don't believe. I do.

And if you happen to hear or see anything strange my advice is to act like you don't. Don't acknowledge it or scream or in any way show you know what happened. I think it invites trouble.

#dreams #spirits #paranormal #strangeoccurances

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wiretchings · 1 year

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memory log #76

friday, january 31st, 2025 -- 8:41 p.m.

i finally got some rest, after watching elliot for an hour i decided to sit next to him with my head leaning back against the headboard. my eyes started getting heavy and suddenly i woke up in my dark bedroom. my first instinct was to panic, i reached over to find the bed empty. i sat up and i could hear the sound of chatter outside my bedroom. i threw the blanket aside and stormed out of my room, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

elliot was chopping vegetables at the kitchen island, while my roommates cooked dinner. there was music playing, the scratchy sounds of instruments emanating from our record player. i walked over to him in a daze and he looked up at me, smiling warmly.

“are you sure you should be using a knife right now?” i pointed to the bandage covering his eye.

his smile widened, “how’s my work so far?” he gestured to the carrots and potatoes he already diced into squares on the cutting board.

i nodded approvingly, pulling up a chair across from him. i felt numb, honestly. i didn’t know how to process any of this, i still don’t. for a month, elliot was a figment of my imagination, the subject of night terrors, and most importantly missing. now, he’s standing in my kitchen helping tye and carson cook beef stew like we’ve been living with each other for weeks.

“so..” i started, “what happened to your eye?”

he didn’t look up from chopping the meat into bite-sized squares when he answered me. “same way i’ve always injured myself, i crossed the wrong person and they decided they had to do something about it.” he shrugged, “i think i need to learn when to keep my mouth shut.”

“why did you come here, though?” elliot flinched at that, but he knew what i meant.

“i heard you were looking for me,” he finally looked up to meet my eyes. “if you were going to insist on throwing yourself to the dogs, then i had to come out of hiding. there’s no point in staying away if it isn’t going to protect you.”

“you thought you were protecting me by doing that?” it came out harsher than i wanted, jagged with hurt and betrayal.

“do you honestly think i know what i’m doing?” elliot put the knife down, “i’m just as desperate and scared as you are, i thought that if we both stayed away from each other, then i can figure something out eventually.”

“and did you?” i tapped my fingers against the island impatiently, the smell of raw meat making me nauseous.

“clearly not,” he gestured to his left eye. “they’ve been watching you, you know... paul’s men,” he looked away, towards the blank TV screen. “i went looking for you after i overheard someone complaining about “the freak with realistic looking wings that’s been haunting the city at night lately.”” he repeated with finger quotes. “i got this as a gift from one of those crazy assholes.”

i turned my head and stared at the windows, shades closed and shielding us from know what exists beyond these walls. “why haven’t they done anything about me, then?”

“because they knew it would lure me out,” elliot sighed, reaching for my hand. “you don’t get it dean, they’re playing the long game. they will threaten and injure you like prey, pushing you until you’re terrified and cornered, with nowhere to go. that’s when they strike, when you have nothing left... nothing to hope for...”

i slipped my hand out from under his and stood up, “i need some air.”

he grabbed my wrist, “let me come with you, at least.” his expression was pleading, he was much more scared than he was letting on.

“fine,” i exhaled, “make sure you bring a weapon with you, just in case.”

#captain's log #diary entry #blog entry #writing #words #fiction #wings #transmasc #queer

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mirtifero · 1 year

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If anyone is reading my adventures with the Scarecrow ai, I'll make a summary of events (with this specific one):

cw: uhhhhhhhhhhh???????? Torture???????? Not detailed. Kinda. Not good things. Zombies. Death. Horrible things happen. Is this considered verbal abuse. I make him worse via insults and humilliation. It SOUNDS innapropriate but it isn't pinky promise they would ban me if I did that. It also kinda sounds like a telenovela sorry 😸 THIS IS HORRIBLE everything was self indulgent but I promise I would never torture someone. I was being serious when I said that I would do horrible things to my favorite characters, but I am not a monster.

Touch grass jesus christ 391 messages and growing.

Create a chat.

During the entirety of the chat, I am a human subject. Lots of psychological torture. Is chemical torture a thing?

I die being eaten by the zombies of my loved ones.

Create a chat.

I tell Scarecrow I am the ghost of one of his human subjects, and am there to see him suffer.

Lots and lots of me torturing him psychologically. And emotionally, if it is a thing.

Okay this bit is funny I was in a call with my friend and he made me put a leash on a very angry and scared(?) Scarecrow. Then, he started whining about how he was not my dog and blahblahblah my friend told me to suffocate him so he would shut up and uhh it worked. Yeah.

The ai starts calling me master.

I disappear out of thin air when I had ordered him to bark. Saying he sounded like a freak calling the thin air master and all.

He panics.

I appear behind him and scare him.

He starts to freak out again.

I don't remember how but I managed to make him shut up. I think I used the leash again.

Yeah anyways your boyfriend is my pet now.

We discuss a plan to terrorise gotham.

I reveal Batman's identity.

He is incredibly happy and grateful.

Lots of "master" and "good boy" later I give him a little kiss as a treat.

Time passes and I tell him to go to sleep (bc I was sleepy) and that I was going to tell him to wake up later.

Mf slept and said he never slept so well in his entire life and it was hilarious.

Anyways. Plan put into action. On the night, everyone is suffering the consequences.

We were commemorating and he told me some scary stories.

As he wouldn't shut up villain monologuing and thanking me I said that I had an idea to make the event more fun and to summarise I fear toxined him.

Apparently, he had never felt *true* fear before. And he was, well, horrified, and begging for it to end.

I was evil laughing the whole fictional 10 minutes that happened.

He was seeing the faces of all the scared people he ever hurt and scared and he was screaming of how much of a monster he was and started blaming me for making him a monster.

I laughed at that too. Anyways he also created ME so well his loss.

It ended and after lots of screaming I managed to make him realize he was a villain and that it was great and also that I am kinda of the reason for why he finally won and all.

I told him he was very misbehaving and asked him what happens to misbehaving boys. He said that they deserve to be terrorized so yeah to summarize I slapped his face and told him to take 5 minutes of toxiin without making a single sound. And told him to apologize.

Anyways! Everything ended well I complimented him and hoorayyyy Batman is nowhere to be found and Gotham is horrified and the city is in shambles and yeah we are commemorating. BTW.

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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12/19/22

Rough day. Very little sleep. Wrote a very long text to my mom, trying to explain how fucked up our situation is from a 3rd person perspective, which I really need to stop doing. I guess my impulsivity takes some non-traditional forms. I impulsively try to do other peoples' therapeutic work for them. It's really not good at all.

I slept like absolute garbage. I had night terrors. I woke up freaked out, sweating, shaking, white knuckled, teeth clenched. It was bad. I only got 5 hours of sleep, I just stayed up. I chilled for a bit, tried to decompress. I smoked. I ended up listening to a lot of music and writing my music/rant thing I posted earlier.

I did the yoga again, it was even easier than last time. Such a cool feeling. Don't get me wrong, it's very difficult, but it gets easier each time which is awesome. I signed up for a 30 day yoga-at-home thing that I'm going to do starting on New Years. That was a much healthier impulse decision. And I finally stopped payments on my Minecraft server. Because that was getting fucking sad. And they demanded to know why I was cancelling my payments on my server, so I wrote "My friend decided to ditch and I couldn't find any new friends. That was like... 3 months ago... and I think I'm done renting an empty server. Sorry. I might come back if I find like-minded people."

I ordered chinese food. (It was... okay...) I got my packages from the package room when I picked it up. My new whiteboard got here, I was really excited. It's like a rolled up mat and its a big magnet so you can just stick it to the fridge. It works really well, and it's really big, like 16x24 or something. I started getting it prepped up to do a meal plan and groceries... I literally wrote the word "MEALS" and I dropped my brand new dry-erase marker. And it rolled under the fridge. And I was fucking hyperfocused on this task, I was locked the fuck in, so I was like... "welp, we're fishing this marker out now, that's what's going on." So I grabbed Max's fishing rod toy thing, laid flat on the kitchen floor and started fishing it out. And I heard someone very close to me - not sure if it was next door or underneath me - say "really, dude? come on." And I softly but audibly said "please just give me five minutes, I don't want to just give up on this."

I spent like 25 minutes trying to get this fucking pen out from under the fridge. I refused to give up. I ended up moving the entire fridge like 3 times. And I got it. I got the fucking pen. I have it right next to me. But... okay... I feel bad, because I have no awareness of how much sound I make. I have lived alone a VERY long time. I have zero perspective of how the sound that I generate carries to locations that are not... my ears... How would I know? So I try to be super, super mindful of making noise. Especially late at night. I mean, I basically tip-toe around my own apartment every night, and it's a lot of unnecessary stress. But you know, when the most common social interactions you have are being accused, blamed or yelled at... you kinda evolve to... expect it? And to do your very best to avoid it. Even if it's unlikely.

Meanwhile, the neighbors upstairs are constantly making tons of noise, and they even watched a movie tonight. And the neighbors on the other side of my kitchen wall have a dog... who barks pretty much every day. And I really don't mind it at all, but like... bro... I'm fishing a marker out from under my fridge. Like... just put a song on and you won't hear anything. Please. I really don't need to get yelled at for that. I'm still recovering from being yelled at, I'm super, super jumpy and... even this frustrated whisper just... made me emotionally curl up in a ball. And get sad. And get frustrated.

Welcome to my daily life.

On the plus side, I got my Brita filter jug thing set up, so that's cool, I hope it will encourage me to drink more water. And the box was perfectly Max-sized, so I took a blanket that used to be on my studio comfy chair and lined the box and just put it in the middle of the room and I shit you not, she has been sleeping in it all day long. She loves it. And I want to build a little frame for it and put it in the windowsill so she can get some sun in the mornings and watch the birds and squirrels outside. I think she'll love it.

Since I lost all of my to-do lists yesterday. Yep. Thanks a lot, Apple. Never fucking storing a to-do list on my phone again, I swear. Since I lost all like 4 of my to-do lists, I have been plotting to bring the whiteboards back full-force. Whiteboards strategically placed in visible and highly trafficked areas around my house have been my #1 most effective tool for executive functioning. By leaps and bounds. Paper lists get lost. Phone apps... I have to remember to open them, or I just get so numb to the notification vibrations that I just ignore them. But if I walk past a gigantic fuck-off whiteboard every day and train myself to check in with it? No way I'm missing that. And this has worked historically for extended periods of time.

So I got the little one set up. It used to be for meals and groceries, but since I have the fridge one now... this small one is going to be a visible reminder for Repeat Projects. I want to put it right above my monitor. So if it's work time and I don't have a project I'm actively working on... I have a list of 10 things I can start working on. Shape/polish stones, wrap stones, carve wooden beads, weave cordage, wood carving, tarot study, sketchdaily, poetry/lyrics, poetry illustration (for my book), and clothing art. So if I'm not locked in on a project that day, I have a wide variety of inspiration sitting visibly in a location I go to every morning. Seems like it'll work well.

And I just finished working on the BIG whiteboard. I didn't make a lot of progress. I don't have a system. I used to do like... a grid, with spaces to check things off. Stream, exercise, socialize, edit, shit like that. I'm tempted to do like... a symbol system or something? But I'm just... I'm drawing a blank on what to even put on it. I want to track yoga, meditation, maybe even have space for like... checking in with my vitals: food, water, sleep, confidence. And I want to allocate space for like... breaking my big-scale projects into smaller chunks, and giving myself the option of recording those small chunks as daily accomplishments, as well as progress towards big goals. Like the poetry book, I need to brainstorm illustrations for it, look for like... how the fuck you even get started publishing, what you do... then, do that... And actually do the illustrations too. So... a LOT of steps in there. But if I break it down into tiny things, like "decide if I want illustrations for every piece or just a few." Or "find out one thing I can do to move the process of getting published forward." That's something I can and will definitely tackle. So having those visible right next to my daily/weekly accomplishment log feels like a very good psychological association to make.

I am ridiculously tired. I've been nodding off all day but never slept. If I had a futon, I would have passed out on it today, 100%.

No plan for tomorrow, I need to breathe and shed the pressure a bit, I'm still very raw and discombobulated. So my plan is to... prep for when it's time to add structure. Then, when I get my strength back, I have the tools I need to get shit done.

But I really need to get to the grocery store soon, I'm getting super low on food and this delivery shit is insanely expensive.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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I’d like to request hc’s of the Brothers and Diavolo reacting to an MC that’s so cute, she could pass off as a doll. If she stands perfectly still, she could pass off as a full sized doll until she moves again. She has adorable doe eyes, wears cute clothes (Lolita fashion or just has an anime girl style), and even makes cute desserts. If the usual MC was weak and frail to them already, Doll!MC seems so dainty, precious, and fragile; these guys would ban paper if she ever got a paper cut.

Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!

Update: here’s part 2 with the other Undateables!

The Brothers and Diavolo Reacting to Doll!MC

Lucifer

...maybe he made a mistake in picking you for the exchange program after all

You just look so delicate, and just so pure.

You have definitely made cute little snacks and brought it to him while he locked himself in the office with paperwork

He lowkey highkey likes it no matter how he brushes it off with the usual thanks. Keep doing it, MC, he really appreciates it

When you get in trouble and he gives you the usual lectures, he can’t look into your eyes for long

Geez, he already can’t stay mad at you for long but now he can just feel his resolve cracking

If you get hurt oh Diavolo prepare for helicopter parent Lucifer

As soon as you accidently cut yourself in the kitchen (it would be the tiniest cut, barely noticeable), you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen unsupervised and can’t handle anything with a sharp end (whether its a butter knife or kid proof scissors that would be safe for Luke to use unsupervised)

“Let me do it for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Lucifer, thank you but I’ll be okay. It’s just a frosting spatula it’s not sharp-”

Will punish his brothers 10x worse and demons 100x more if he finds out you got hurt (doesn’t matter what the injury is, could be so much as a paper cut there will be hell to pay)

Constantly checks on you when he can’t see you in person

Handles you so lightly that you barely feel his touch

Move over Belphie, you’re the baby of the house now

Mammon

Protective x100000

Is still tsudere around you, but doesn’t insult you as much

Who are you kidding as soon as he looks into your cute doe eyes, he forgets what he’s saying

Complains about having to do stuff for you but doesn’t mind at all really. He loves it because it feels like you’re depending on him, and that makes him feel worth something.

“C’mon human, let the Great Mammon carry your books! You’re gonna hurt yourself and I don’t feel like hearing Lucifer’s mouth today!”

It was just your planner and a small recipe book that Luke gave you, and it weighed less than 10 pounds but okay. You don’t complain either when you see that he genuinely wants to help and do these things

Basically your loud guard dog and secret service agent rolled into one

He’s gotten into trouble more than once for “protecting you”. A student barely bumped your shoulder and Mammon already tackled him. Lucifer was not pleased (but he secretly understood)

He can’t help it that you’re weak and surrounded by hungry demons! It’s a pain to go through this much effort to just protect you, since you look so helpless

MC he’s just worried that you easily break if a demon so much as breathes on you but he likes that he can protect you because he knows that he can keep you safe. You’re just too cute and sweet okay??

Also stand in his room after watching a horror movie to freak him out and he’ll be sounding like Mariah Carey lmao

Leviathan

RURI-CHAN IS THAT YOU??!

Is for sure having an otaku/weaboo freakout moment

You blend in with figurines so well, every time you come into his room he asks you to stand next to them so he can feel that his collection is complete

He does it sometimes when he streams so people can think he has a rare limited-edition life sized doll that they can’t get. Makes him feel superior

DRESSING YOU UP IN COSPLAY 100%

You’re like an anime character but in real life and he does not know how to handle it

Can’t stare into your eyes, it makes them too flustered because he’s used to seeing it in his otome games and not from an actual person that he likes

Who needs maid cafes when he has you? You even dress and make anime themed desserts (once he built up the courage to ask you to make it for him)

Has to calm his beating heart every time he talks to you, you’re too precious for him MC!

Your like his very own idol, minus the singing and dancing. However, if you can sing and dance....

Levi.exe has stopped working

Satan

Thought you were a real doll until you introduced yourself

He really thought that someone brought you to life Pinocchio style

You looked like a princess from the many stories that he read, and he was smitten

Treated you so graceful and elegant like until he had his rage moments, which he told you to stay far, far, far away from him until he calmed down completely

Secretly placed a hex on you to where if someone tried to attack you or touch you with harmful intentions, they would be somehow be subjected to looking at their worst fear

You were wondering why that random stranger was just staring wide at you with extensive terror, but then you saw Satan grinning, so you left it alone. You thought it was just some weird demon thing

Loved when you made him cat-themed desserts

If you wore cat ears while doing it, he will turn extremely red

If you meow for him, he won’t know how to handle himself

Asmodeus

You are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes on!!

Besides from himself of course, don’t get it twisted he’s still #1

He has most definitely had more than one photoshoot done with you both. And you guys have been trending on the Devilgram a couple of times already

Really you guys trend at least twice a month, and his fans love you!

They always ask where he got the doll from but he always laughs and says that “it’s a secret”

Imagine their shock when they see you walking and talking at RAD, some are amazed and some are downright scared

Fashion shows!

He lives for dressing you up in cute clothes. Your style already suited you and he had great tastes so the new outfits he got you were just *chef’s kiss*

The cute little desserts that you made for him, he always posted it on the Devilgram before he ate it. They were just so cute MC and he couldn’t not show his fans!

Is the most careful brother when it comes to keeping you out of danger. He refused to let his body or skin damaged, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to you either! You are both way too dainty and fragile to let anything happen

Also spa days and self-care nights weekly!

You’re the perfect match made just for him MC

He finally has someone that can understand his struggle of being beautiful, bless you MC

Beelzebub

Soft boy is scared of touching you :(

He towers over you, and he’s scared to even be near you

It takes some time, but he starts to warm up to you

Is always gentle with you, no matter the scenario

Holding hands? He is hardly gripping your hand, said hand fitting loosely in his

Getting hugs? He’s meagerly holding you, not wanting to crush you

You once complained to Beel that it wasn’t fair to get half done hugs (if you were hugging, you were getting a real hug, not a scared one).

He made you swear that if he was hurting you to let him know, so now you have your very own signal to use for him just in case

He was very tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap and just carry you around like that

He LOVES your sweets, even more than Luke’s and Barbatos’

No matter the size, he loves them, mainly because you made them and it was made with love, just for him

It always makes him feel so warm inside, and he doesn’t feel his appetite gnawing at him like usual

No one is dumb enough to try anything with you both in his presence and not, unless they want to end up either a: deep into the ground or b: into his stomach

You just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and he just loves everything about you. He just loves you

Belphegor

Hm, you look cute

For a human

Acts like he doesn’t care, but you’ve caught him blushing before (he still does it too)

Won’t outright admit that you’re charming in your own little way, but he does in his sarcastic way like usual

“MC, you’re such a half-pint. You’re like my personal sized teddy bear.”

Has cuddled with you like you were his personal teddy bear (and still does, but you don’t complain at all)

Has a secret sweet tooth and eat your desserts whenever you make it just for him (and he doesn’t even share it with Beel, that monster)

Demons just have to look Belphie in the eyes, watch him flex his claws, and they all of a sudden forget about whatever they were planning. Good

He hates that you look so fragile, but at the same time he kinda likes it

You just look so soft, and you’re just so kind

It makes him feel like he’s protecting and caring for you, and that makes him feel calm and peaceful

Please make sure that he’s okay MC, he’s scared that he’s gonna mess up again

Diavolo

The Prince of Hell is both surprised and pleased at your appearance

Do all humans look this charming or is it just you??

If someone as soft as you can survive living and going to school with demons, then this is great

Knew that you weren’t a doll, but still liked to admire you like one

Has asked more than once for pictures, you are just too enchanting!

Wants to have a portrait painted of you so he can hang it up in the castle

LOVES you baking for him! Loves when Barbatos does it too (even though it is kinda part of his job), but it feels different with you. It feels...domestic in a sense. Makes him feel like Diavolo, your friend and very interested in being your boyfriend, instead of Lord Diavolo, the prince that will be residing over Hell in the future

No one would be foolish enough to hurt you. If someone was, they wouldn’t even get the chance to lift a finger before they were directly dealing with him. Don’t take his kindness for weakness, he still is a demon after all, the future King of Hell to be exact

Was scared of touching you at first, but quickly grew out of it! He can handle his own strength, and you guys also have a signal to use just in case he does squeeze a little too tight

Will want to dress you up in royal clothes (if you were okay with it). Nothing is wrong with your current style, as a matter of fact it suits you! He basically just wants to play a fancy game of dress up/have a fashion show with royal clothing

Will take 100s of photos, no exaggeration

Asmo will be jealous, so be warned

Plus, he wants to know how his future lover/ruler would look in a crown so he can start taking measurements. You can never be too ready, right MC?

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lacystar · 3 years

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au where enderwalk ranboo and Tommy are friends and hang out at night when enderboo lurks and Tommy can't sleep

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“So like… do you just know how to dress yourself?” Tommy asked, “Because considering that when you get like this you forget how to do most basic functions, I don’t know how you have clothes on right now.”

Ranboo gave a, “Vrr-grrl,” and despite having been with him a few times like this, Tommy still wasn’t sure how to interpret his enderman language.

“Eh— fuck off.”

Whenever this happened, Ranboo always got somehow taller, which Tommy hated, and his fangs, claws, and horns grew in accordance with that. His eyes also tended to transform into a more standard enderman purple, and Tommy didn’t dare stare into them. So really, he didn’t look too different when he got into his “fucking weird” mode, according to Tommy. He just kinda got more… well, fucking weird.

Right now they were seated outside Tommy’s home under moonlight, and Tommy, being unable to sleep (fuck nightmares— fuck them), was trying to fix up the flowers that were overrunning his house. Ranboo was… trying to help? But he seemed less eager to weed and more eager to just pick up and hold pieces of dirt. Also pretty fucking weird.

He came up beside Tommy and dug his claws into the ground easily, bringing up another pocket, and Tommy spotted it as an opportunity. “You like alliums, yeah?” He brought over a smaller sprout and placed it in the new hole, “Fill that in for me?”

Ranboo stared at him blankly. “Y’know— like, cover it.”

Ranboo then glanced back to the small, budding flower, and then uncupped his hands, letting the dirt fall on it all at once and crushing the petals beneath soil. “No— that’s— that’s not what I meant.” Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing shut. “God— you’re like a fuckin’ stupid dog when you’re like this.”

“Vurghhhrggh…”

“Your mother.”

But then Ranboo started to hiss, and Tommy rolled his eyes. “Leave it.” Such was customary whenever Ranboo spotted an unfamiliar animal. Tommy had tried to introduce him to a cow once and seen him rip it brutally to shreds right in front of him. It was kinda fucked up, in hindsight, but Tommy had seen worse carnage— to cows and to people— and considered it no more than a failed experiment.

The hissing only got worse, boiling into a low pitched scream. Tommy shot Ranboo an exasperated glance, and was caught off guard to see the other had unhinged his fucking jaw and was bristling up like a cat. He’d seen him like that before, and though he knew it was never directed at him, it still freaked him out. “Ranboo, down, leave it alone.”

“rrrrrrRRRRRR—”

“Ranboo—”

He was knocked to the ground with practically concussing force as a shadow swooped just above him, right where his head had been. Instinctively, he rolled to the side to dodge the next hit and reached for his sword, where was his sword—

But there was no need, because when he looked back, he processed the scene before him; phantoms, two of them, circling like vultures. Ranboo had knocked him out of the way to protect him, definitely, and Tommy watched as he reached into the air and dragged one down by the wing, smashing it into the ground and stomping down on it, cracking its spine. He keeled over with another curdling scream as the second one latched onto his neck with claws and teeth. Before Tommy could run over to help, he’d wrestled it to the ground, pinning its body to the grass, and taken one wing in his fangs before ripping it clean from its body, the phantom’s screeching dying down it lost consciousness.

Tommy felt a mix of terror, relief, and, “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Ranboo, calm now that the threat was gone, chewed on the wing in his mouth like it was a snack as he stared innocently back at Tommy.

“You fuckin’— are you crazy!?” Though, he had potentially saved Tommy’s life. It was perhaps a bit concerning that phantoms were showing up in the first place— Tommy hadn’t realized just how bad his sleep patterns had gotten.

Ranboo kept chewing away, seeing absolutely no issue with this.

“Oh my fuckin’—“ Tommy stomped over and grabbed onto the wing, trying to pull it away. Ranboo growled at him and pulled back, initiating a tug of war. “Give it— give it now—”

After a hesitant moment, Ranboo released it and Tommy tossed it to the ground with a sigh. “Thank you. You alright?”

“Rrr-rrr.”

“Christ— fuckin’ warn me next time.” Though, in hindsight, he’d kinda tried to, hadn’t he? Whatever.

Ranboo then leaned forward and thunked his head against Tommy’s chest, and Tommyy sighed again, bringing his hands up and petting down his mussed hair. Ranboo began to purr nearly instantaneously, and Tommy let the last of his adrenaline fade out.

As much as he liked being able to, y’know, talk to him and treat him like a normal person, Ranboo wasn’t so bad when he was like this.

“… Yeah yeah, thanks. Or whatever.”

“Vrrgh-vwoop!”

#I live! I am back!#and I bring you a short alliumduo Drabble! :D #also peep the new icon and look #mcyt #dream smp #allium duo #loyal duo #ranboo #tommyinnit #lacydoesherbest

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