#i’m going to make him short so i feel better about myself. i’m 4’10 in the headspace. anyway he should get four eyes i think

[petrichorvoices]

.. perhaps we should make a Native Cecil design

#this is a response to a recent ask Bulk got #like. we’re Native. i’m a Native Cecil fictive #and it would be nice to have a design for the character separate from myself #give us a few days since we can’t figure out Procreate and are out of town so don’t have Krita rn #and we may figure something out #i mean i’d want it to look at least kinda like me just cause i think it’d be fun #white hair in a braid maybe??? or maybe not white but like. black and white? black and whitening? #i will absolutely specifically make him Métis like us and find a way to incorporate that into the design like #OH I COULD FIND WAYS TO INCORPORATE A SASH OR FLORAL BEADWORK INTO HIS OUTFITS!!!! #maybe Hudson’s Bay striped blankets like. those stripes but on some other article of clothing as a subtle nod #i Will give him scars because i have a ton and i think it’d be neat #i’m not going to give him the extent of mine like. i’m genuinely more scar tissue than untouched skin. but one or two or so #tattoos…… i’ll need to do more research but i think i’d like him to have tattoos #black eyes. not like completely black but normal and dark dark dark brown to the point they look black eyes #high nose bridge probably? #i’m going to make him short so i feel better about myself. i’m 4’10 in the headspace. anyway he should get four eyes i think #i want to do something with furs considering we just got some recently but like. desert. hmmm.. rabbitskin pouch or something?? i’ll figure #it out later on. also i want to give him a cane. i am Going to give him a cane #the temptation to give him facial hair is strong thank you Mx Hummus but also you #don’t see a lot of Native men with it and also i can’t fucking draw it. we’ll see #bookmark #rambling #Cecil's tag

[finniestoncrane]

congrats on 1k Finnie!!! u deserve all the hype!! I’m gonna throw myself in the ring for the event, respectfully requesting number 9

a little bit about me is that I’m 4’10 (pun intended), I have brown eyes, reaaallly long curly brown hair, I wear glasses (the dano riddler kind LMAO), my fashion sense basically Bella Swan from Twilight, I’m questioning my sexuality/bordering on unlabeled so I’m fine with anyone, I’m an INTP 5w6, and a Leo (I don’t know shit about astrology lol.)

my hobbies include:

- acting, which is ironic bc I can’t stand theater kids lmao

- writing, whether it be my cringe ass fanfics, or to my feelings (or lack there of), or to the dreams I have at night, I gotta always have it documented

- watching movies, specifically horror or comedy. If I have any free time, u can GUARANTEE u that I’m going to being at home watching a movie, or at the theater with my friends. If I could legally marry my favorite movie, I would.

personality wise, I come off as very blunt and have a really dry sense of humor to everyone I meet. When I’m in my element, I can’t help but let my wit get the better of me. I am legitimately confident in my capabilities and myself. I can almost always talk my way in or out of situations. I love cracking jokes at any given moment and I always enjoy making anyone laugh, I’ve been told that I have good comedic timing so obviously, I gotta keep going with it. I also curse a lot, like I need a censor bar around my mouth at all times lol. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or my friends and honestly, I kinda enjoy to. I absolutely value humor and friendship the most, and they are what keep me going. If I could describe myself as 5 fictional characters, I’d be Mickey Milkovich (Shameless), MJ (MCU), Ruth Langmore (Ozark), Louise Belcher (Bob’s Burgers), and Beth Harmon (The Queen’s Gambit). My positive traits are humorous, competitive, straight-forward, creative, and quick-witted

on the flip side, when I’m in a newish setting or a setting where I’m off my game/ not feeling myself, I’m ice cold, rarely speaking to anyone and if I do, it’s venomous. I tend to isolate myself and obsessively throw myself into whatever it is I need to do and just be done with it. I try to maintain a high level of professionalism and confidence and hold myself to a high standard, becoming wildly competitive and forcing myself to be better than everyone, basically faking it till I make it (and it always works). I tend to hide and bottle up my emotions, and I’m scared of/ hate being emotionally vulnerable. My negative traits are obsessive, indecisive, aggressive, sadistic, and emotionally detached

…and I just realized I went on for waaay too long lmao sorry. congrats again on 1k!!!

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: thank you!! it's funny, with this one i thought of several rogues and then suddenly it came to me in a moment of sheer inspiration and i was like "oh shit yeah that's the one" 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

i swear to you the height thing is a coincidence but i think a short couple are strong vibes. and he's a mama's boy, so the fact that your hair is long and curly like hers would probably be one of the first things that drew him in

we know he feels about glasses wearers, so... yeah

(side note: i feel you on the theatre kids one, i studied theatre at university and it made me realise i couldn't be a playwrite, because i cannot cope with actors)

ok so oswald has an absolute flair for the dramatics, and don't tell me he wouldn't make an excellent actor. you two could reenact scenes together and write your own plays or movies just for you two!

he strikes me as a diarist, so spending time together writing whatever you're writing while he catches up on his comings and goings in his little unpublished and just for him (for now) autobiography would be one of his favourite wind-down activities at the end of the day

oswald lives his entire life with main character energy and you can't convince me he didn't pick that up from obsessively watching movies about underdogs rising to the top and film noirs. he loves gore and brutality too, so a thriller or a horror would be perfect viewing material for you, and he'd definitely take you to the theatre on a date

ok so, it might be a nightmare putting the two of you together, but it could also potentially be the most fun. both of you are dry, humorous, experts in wit and sarcasm. charming enough to talk your way out of disaster, and into opportunity. together, you'd be a dynamic duo, perfect partners in crime. the confidence you would have separately and together would be insurmountable and intimidating, which oswald would find deeply romantic

little comments and sneaky jokes with the right timing are his forte too, i'm beginning to wonder if you aren't just the same person?

and the aggressive protection of yourself and others? come on, that's just him all over. and he might not swear frequently (although he might have if gotham was more risque) he does yell. a lot. and what extreme screaming match isn't complete without a few good fuck shit cock ass bastards in the mix?

speaking of friends, the loyalty and fierce protection of them would make it easy for him to trust you, which is so important to him. you're obviously a valuable asset in a friendship, and he would treat you as such

it's funny, i always think of oswald (specificalyl in gotham) as louise belcher! very much quick-witted and humorous, which you both are, and he's obviously extremely competitive, with high self-esteem and a belief he can conquer anything. he's not always straight-froward though, but that's something you can bring to the relationship that he can benefit from

he would understand the isolation and the cold attitude also though. it's a good facade to maintain when you're around new people, especially if you find it difficult to trust or open yourself up to them. a safety mechanism almost. it ties in with the holding yourself to a high-standard. he's dead set on being the king of gotham, a position he would gladly share with you if you could assist him in that professional and personable journey, which by the way, faking it till you make it? he's very familiar with it, umbrella boy to mayor after all

i doubt he'd feel the need to hide his emotions around someone like you who was so similar to him and so trustworthy, but he does that around others and wouldn't blame you for a second for trying not to be vulnerable around him, though he'd hope you'd warm up eventually

and please, your negative traits are all ones he holds in high-esteem within himself so get ready to have your ego boosted by him constantly praising you

#finnie1k #finnie writes

[arcadialedger]

How Catra and Zuko have been saving me lately: A (sort of) meta

A very long, personal post under the cut. This is really important to me, and I could really use some support, so if you could take the time to read and reblog that would be greatly appreciated. I just want to reach out.

Once again, please PLEASE read. I really need help.

Recently, I’ve found myself desperately latching onto the characters of Zuko and Catra, as many have in the past. To put it simply, I’m in one of the most difficult times of my life right now.

I’m transferring colleges because I was doxed by an online hate mob (long story) , and in general because I just didn’t belong at my old school. I went to three different high schools, moved around a whole bunch, and I don’t really belong anywhere. All of my friends are far away, my parents are busy working and I’m alone.

I just feel like I’m wandering aimlessly in darkness, unloved and unsure where to go. I’m faced with making a huge decision about my future with this transfer, and I’m terrified. Terrified I won’t make the right choice, and terrified it won’t be the newfound happiness I so desperately need it to be. But most of all, I’m terrified of being unwanted and alone again, wherever I go.

I’m used to not being wanted. I’m 4’10, not thin, and have been tossed aside because of my appearance my entire life. I’m 20 years old and haven’t been kissed (how pathetic is that). I moved schools and stayed in my room depressed because I never got to lay down roots and establish a foundation. Hell, I never even got to live as a teenager. I’m just behind and broken.

I was hoping Tumblr would be my place, where I could write and analyze and showcase my talents. Be wanted for once. For a while, it looked like it might be. Then a friend blocked me and made a callout post, due to me having a different opinion on a sensitive matter, and a domino effect began. I lost more friends and half of the fandom we’re both in blocked me seemingly at their word. I had featured this friend on an episode of my podcast at, had many fond memories chatting with them, and even bought a zine to support them. The loss hurt, and I was cut off from one of the few things I had. It was all taken away from me. My growth halted as I dealt with months of online abuse: including death threats, suicide baiting (these people knowing I’ve struggled with being suicidal), aphobic slurs (knowing I’m ace), mocking and editing images of my face. My Twitter was hacked, I lost podcast deals with creatives who my friends who blocked me and started all of this went on to interview because of said hacking, and I was threatened to be doxed. I suffered blow after blow while the people who hurt me grew and were rewarded, allowed a place here, and this continues to this day. The damage remains. I have to self reblog a whole bunch to get my content remotely seen in the algorithm.

Because my entire life, it feels I’ve never been allowed a win. I’ve never been allowed to have and keep anything good. I’m short and ugly, talentless with nothing to give to the world, my family has no money so I haven’t gotten to travel or experience a lot of things. I’ve spent my entire life envious of the “hot skinny girls” who’ve been wanted and dating since high school, who live in McMansions and get to go on vacations.

When I work to make good content on Tumblr and build a following talking about what I’m passionate about? It’s taken from me. When I work hard to get into my old college’s honors program and earn a trip to Greece which I could otherwise never afford, a global pandemic comes along and makes sure I don’t get that kind of positive experience in life.

I’m used to it all, being worn down and unwanted and losing. I’ve gone my entire life behind, lesser, and not enough.

And that’s why I’m so scared. I have a big decision to make, I’m at my own crossroads, and I desperately need all of this to come together for me this year. I’ve gone so long without happiness and love. I need this to be the light at the end of the tunnel, newfound happiness. I need to find newfound happiness. All I want is to escape the darkness, find peace of mind and function day to day doing the things I love without being stressed.

So when I see Zuko— so angry at the world for being given the short stick, abused, and never making things easy, and Catra— driven mad by comparison and feeling as though the world takes away everything from her? Gosh, I feel it so hard.

Because that’s just what I do. I get angry at the world for making things so hard for me. I compare. I feel like the world just takes and takes and never gives me a win. And so I’m never happy. I feel their pain and loneliness so deeply, and I’m terrified that I’m the villain because of it. I cry at the anguish and self loathing in their eyes because I have been there. I AM there. 

Like Zuko comparing to Azula, I feel lesser because the world has constantly told me I am so. I feel cheated and given the short end of the stick, as though life has it out for me. I get angry and lash out from my pain.I’m desperate for validation from people who can never give it to me. I’m so scarred from my past, I can’t believe I have a future. 

Like Catra, I’m always left behind. I’m lonely and driven mad by the unfairness of the world. It takes and takes until I’ve lost it all, but it never gives. I’m so afraid of losing anyone and anything else, I refuse to let anyone in. Because why would I deserve love? There’s nobody who wants me, no purpose for me on this world. I’m nothing, just constantly chasing an impossible goal of perfection to justify my existence. 

“You drive them away, wildcat”

Yeah, I know their hurt. I know what it all feels like. To be that broken, that insecure, that left behind and unwanted. The punching bag of fate. These characters suffering is so much of my own.

And that’s why they’re the only thing to give me hope.

Seeing them be where I am now, and where they end up, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, that can be my future. That I’ll get a happy ending. It gives me the courage to believe that what I’m so desperately striving for can happen. 

Zuko standing up to his father and forging his own path in life, which leads him to a better place as he finds his destiny and happiness after so many years of torment. We both have scars-- if he can overcome his, why can’t I?

Catra, after so many years of struggle, taking agency over her life back from those to abused her, and finally learning to accept the love of those around her. Opening up to pain and rejection and ultimately being forgiven. Catra felt so lonely, unable to see the love around her-- maybe I’ve been doing the same thing. Maybe I’ll find the strength to take my life into my own hands and find my own love.

It’s so empowering, a flicker of light in what feels like eternal darkness. I am so worn out and broken. I’ve never had love, or learned to love myself. In the real world, it is find to find hope.

It is only in these characters, who have felt my pain and found their way to a better place, that I find comfort.

I am one of so many who have been touched by these characters arcs, and they are one of the purest examples of why stories are important. Why the emotions narrative can evoke are important. It is not only escapism, it opens up a door to critical self introspection that can make a real difference in our lives. It holds up a black mirror of our lives, providing an outside view of our deepest, darkest emotions and struggles which can be so hard to understand when they’re inside. 

These characters, and their stories: insecurity, abuse, doubt, comparison, chasing validation, just wanting to find your purpose in life and happiness-- they are the stories of life, stripped down to it’s rawest emotions. 

There is power in redemption. There is power in rising from the bottom. 

As I said in my last post about Catra and Zuko:

“Their stories: being angry at the world, driven mad by comparison and a need for validation, making wrong choices, processing trauma, needing help but being too scared to open up and accept it, feeling as though they don’t deserve love or forgiveness, fighting to restore and maintain valued relationships, convincing themselves they’ve lost it all, feeling conflicted or confused, realizing what they thought they wanted isn’t fulfilling and hasn’t brought happiness, escaping years of mental conditioning which told them they were worthless, not seeing the love they have right before them, constantly fighting uphill for a life which seems to throw everything it can at them… Well, isn’t that just the most human story of all? And so their redemptions give us hope.”

I have been so lost and lonely for so long, and now I’m at a crossroads. I’m so scared to believe that this change, this new path, can lead to a better place, but these characters? They give me strength to. They give me faith.

This has been a rambling post of feelings, and I am thankful to anyone who has read this far. I’m just so tired of feeling this way, and needed to reach out and share this. If you are also feeling this way, know you are not alone. You are so very far from alone.

I just really don’t want to feel unwanted and unloved, like I don’t belong, anymore. I want to have a place here. I probably sound desperate because I feel that way. I don’t know how else to cry out for help other than sharing this.

 If anyone wants to message or send asks about this, please feel free to do so. I want, and very much need, to talk. 

#personal #personal post #zuko #long post #catra #meta #avatar: the last airbender #avatar #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #a:tla #atla #spop #mental health

[nightsoulsworld]

Hey! Could I request for a TMNT (2012) match up?

I’m a non-binary/transmasc who’s 4’10, short cut brown hair, aswell brown eyes. I’m an Intj if that is important at all, and a major introvert.

Love playing games(video games the most) cartoons/anime, comics, and drawing/animating/and making my own stories. I also play the bass/drums, and trying to teach myself the guitar and piano.

Major jokerster with friends, I never go too far but I love just playing with people who have just nothing to say, like they expect this by now but they are also still like “why”

Something I’m a bit secretive about is my way for helping people, I love sneaking around a bit at school and helping people having panic attacks or issues with other kids. I like keeping it on the download and usually tell people not to say I was here, Idk I don’t want people knowing I do all of this, I would prefer just being seen as the funny one.

I love doing those passive aggressive relations where you kinda insult one another but never really mean this, keeping this is mind I’m also told I’m one of the biggest hype men

I will try my best boosting anyone’s ego, hype them and make them feel great about themselves.

Another big secret or a “double life” ig is I’m majorly into theater, it’s not really a secret though no one ever ask and idk how you even bring something like that up so no one really knows that I love doing musics and theaters.

More on the physical size though I do secretly love physical affection with friends or anyone, only when I trust them. I’m told it’s because of my ADHD but if I’m not 100% comfortable with someone I basically can not be touched by that person.

Sorry if this is a lot, this is my first ask ever so tbh I have no idea what I’m doing.

Hola! I am so so happy that you found time and asked me this lovely request, mi amigo! I am deeply sorry that this is a little bit late but now, when I have finally some time to do all requests and stories, I answer yours. I want to apologize for any mistakes in the description and I hope you will like it. I hope that the result will be at least little interesting

Here we go

I´d paired you with...

Mikey

This ball of sunshine fell so hard for you, my dear

He was smiling like crazy when he saw you for the first time and just seeing you made him so happy

He adores your chocolate brown eyes and hair and when you two are together, he likes to run his fingers through your locks

Your loyalty and kindness are something that really wonders him, he never saw anyone like you before

Mikey really values when you try to boost his ego and my dear, it works so perfectly on him

Not only him, everybody are now more confident about themselves, mostly Donnie and Raph

He loves playing video games with you and when you won, he will celebrate with you

Likes to have dance parties around the lair and when all family comes and starts to dance, it´s fun like never before

He will let you read his comics and he loves to hear your opinion on each comic book

Wow! Your drawing skills are out of this world!

He is so proud of you and he will remind you often that you´re awesome and perfect!

As you want to make him happy and in a great mood, he will do the same with you

He adores you with all his heart and he couldn´t ask for a better person in his life !!!!

#iwritemush #nightsoulsworld #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2016 #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donnie #tmnt 2014/ 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt mikey #tmnt matchup #tmnt match up #tmnt matchups

[ratsoh-writes]

Alright, this is my first time actually sending anything anonymous (or any ask to someone who isn’t a mutual) on Tumblr but guess ya gotta start somewhere, heh

I’m serious and cold to anyone who I don’t know well and I have a habit of being sarcastic whether when I’m annoyed or trying to joke around with people I’m unfamiliar with though with people I know well, I’m supportive and a lot more open to laughing and joking around. I have a blank resting face, really the only time I smile is when I have something to smile about.

I’m actually really protective of my friends. I have a difficulty discerning what’s rude and not, I’m blunt but I’m also very careful not to say anything that could hurt someone’s feelings (of course I don’t have the best judgement with that).

I don’t always express my emotions properly, I’ll storm out when I’m nervous which can make it look like I’m angry when I’m more scared than anything.

I have really bad anxiety, especially when it comes to anger, it doesn’t have to be directed at me. I panic relatively easily, it doesn’t matter if I’ve lost something or it’s a rude comment, it can be someone who’s close or whom I’ve never met. Unfortunately I tend to be a bit of a pushover when it comes to defending myself, I’ve gotten better, I have certain times where I will stand up for myself but for the most part I just panic.

This also transitions when talking to people I don’t know well, sometimes I’m either ‘eh’ or really awkward if I have to actually talk to them.

Likes:

I like to draw, write, video games (more turn based and relaxing ones rather than shooting games) and collect animal figurines (they just make me smile, I remember when my mom first got me one and I was immediately grinning). I absolutely love animals, I have my own smol doggo and kitty cat :) I myself am a cat person

Dislikes or pet peeves:

People who are loud (like all the time, I can handle someone who laughs loudly) or nosy. I’m also not a fan of being touched, especially when it just kinda… happens. Not a fan of sports overall

Deal breakers:

Somebody who gets mad quickly or one who can’t calm down and talk about it rather than yell. Also somebody who can’t respect that I don’t like being touched without being asked or even then I might say no. I’d like someone who’s level headed or relaxed, though will take situations seriously. Or somebody who forces me to go out

Some specific traits I’d prefer is someone who is patient yet stubborn and won’t take my ‘I don’t care’ as an answer cause that’s my answer to many things because of my anxiety and my fear of upsetting people. I’d also like someone who can read body language as well. They also need to be able to wait for like a minute for me to answer a question properly since I uh decide things rather slowly.

Weaknesses:

-I don’t talk about my feelings, not even to people who I trust and am really close to

-I panic a lot

-I’m easily irritated, though I don’t often act on my anger unless it’s pent up, doesn’t mean I don’t show it y’know… via body language

-I’m more of a pessimist than anything else

-I’m a perfectionist, I have to do something right

-I’m prone to burnout

-I don’t have a lot of patience when it comes to people, specifically to people who nag, are idiots, or just rude

Strengths:

-I can and will stand up for my friends

-I care deeply for my friends and family

-I’m not a very judgy person, like let people do what they want man

-I’d like to think I’m somewhat good at giving advice

-I actually have a lot more patience when it comes to animals, they can poop in the house or tear something up and I’d be more frustrated than I am mad at them

Tidbits:

-I have 0 stamina or strength

-Legit someone can gently punch me and it’d hurt for a solid 30 seconds

-Tickling makes me want to cry(?)

-A long conversation can leave me exhausted, I need time to recharge and that time can either be a couple of hours or up to two weeks

-I pace a lot which is mostly to zone out and go into my own fantasy world, I’ll either pace in silence or while listening to music

-I can't focus on a single task if I'm working, gotta be doin something at the same time like listening to music

I have freckles, I’m a sandy blonde which is almost light brown, and blue eyes. I’m really short lol, I’m 4’10

Alright, after a lot of consideration, I think the best fit for you would be…………ACE (mafiaswap sans)!

First of all, ace is literally a mafia boss. He been dealing with temperamental and jumpy people his whole life. Your personality when he first meets you won’t phase him at all. And ace is just the right amount of patience and persistence to befriend anyone!

Ace is also very observant and witty. His whole job is to charm the pants off of people and make them relax. He’s great at picking up those signals for when you’re feeling uncomfortable. And it doesn’t take him long to figure out which buttons to push to help you loosen up. He’s not an enabler though. Ace does care about his loved ones and will insist on them stepping out of their comfort zones once in a while. He knows their limits though and is good about not pushing them. This is the main reason I picked him over second choice.

Ace is no stranger to video games. They aren’t necessarily his favorite thing, but he can be convinced to play with you. He does it plenty for his little brothers slim and bruiser.

He tends to show his affection more in acts of service and verbally rather than touch. And words mean a lot to him. He doesn’t except you to bear your soul to him all the time, but he would want to hear an “I love you” sometimes

Ace with a SO can be pretty playful. He likes leaving silly notes in his SOs pockets to find later, or sneaking mini treats or gifts into their room. It keeps them on their toes and gives him a chance to be stealthy.

If you’re curious, second choice would’ve been wine

#matchups #mafiaswap

[the-singular-peep]

post el manana/plastic beach headcanons that nobody asked for (sponsored by not understanding the timeline in the slightest)

 When Noodle returns from the El Manana Incident, the second she sees the band she collapses. She shipped herself in Fed-ex, and when she did she was already skinny and exhausted from so many months on the run, fighting and alone after she and Russel got separated. Her eye wound, which was reopened by Mazuu, is still healing and blurry, but she brings rations and water and a book with her for the trip.

But the whole fiasco happens with the passport, and it takes eight days for Noodle to be delivered, and she only packed food for three. When the boys finally get the box and pry it open, Noodle stands, says, “surprise,” and then collapses over the edge, taking the box with her.

She’s nineteen years old, 4’10”, and 85 pounds. She’s tiny, from her first years growing up in a lab and her recent years spent malnourished and overworked. She’s half starved from the almost week without food (thankfully she had brought enough water for many more days, because she’s not an idiot) and exhausted, and her eye wound, which had previously been nearly healed before defeating Mazuu, was now infected and her eyelid was nearly swollen almost shut.

 2-D was too surprised to speak, and Murdoc was shocked and filled with guilt at seeing her like this, so Russel was the first to act. He picked her up and instantly took her into the kitchen to clean her wounds -- her eye and her many splinters and cuts -- before rousing her enough to get her to drink some water and eat a yogurt cup. She had a really high fever and her eyes didn’t really seem like she was seeing anything that day; she wouldn’t make words and couldn’t walk very far on her own. It was over exhaustion, lack of eating, and infection that had seeped into her body from months not taking care of herself in pursuit of killing something evil followed by a week in a dusty fed-ex box without any sunlight.

 After getting Noodle settled and asleep in a room they always hoped would be hers, Russel went into the kitchen like a man on a mission and began throwing stuff out

When murdoc asked what he was doing, he said they had a little girl to take care of again, and they couldn’t get her well if they were drinking and eating spoiled ready-to-eat meals. He left only a few yogurt cups, an unopened carton of ham, and a package of wine coolers.

The alcohol was really first to go, much to murdocs anger, bc some of that was expensive

they got him to keep the wine coolers bc really there wasn’t even much alcohol in them and c’mon russ you just threw out my fancy burboun that cost 60 bucks, at least leave something --

And then russel sent 2-D and Murdoc shopping, with stuff on the list like “apples” and “orange juice” and “ramen” and something called “spinach”

 He stayed home while they went to walmart and sat in Noodle’s room with her, holding her burning hot hand while she slept and kissing it every once a while and definitely NOT crying

Noodle slept for a really long time after that, and when she woke up again the next day at nine PM with a wet rag on her forehead and chills wracking her body she was STARVING, but too weak to do anything. Russel was in the room with her -- he hadn’t left at all since she came home -- and when she woke up she said, “hurts, hurts,” and eventually was able to get her foggy mind to remember the words to ask for something to eat.

She had a pretty high fever, was clammy, and was having some breathing issues, and so Russel thought he should bring a sick day food -- something easy on the tummy. He brought her Ramen Noodles with some grilled chicken for protein and helped her sit up enough to eat them, and she ate like if she didn’t finish it fast enough she wouldn’t get another chance to eat for another week before falling asleep again

And then about ten minutes later she woke up and threw up all over herself and the bed

Russel cleaned it up and noodle cried really soft and babyish bc wow what a way to start the day

 After noodle stopped throwing up after almost everything she ate and was holding her head up better, 2-D started coming in every once and a while.

Lots of times he’d just show her memes on his phone or bring a book to read to her

 (she was way too old for that, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t like it)

Noodle still slept most of the day, and still had to have help when she needed to get up to go to the bathroom, but she seemed to be recovering very very slowly.

About day four, she got up in the middle of the night having to pee really really bad, and dragged herself out of bed all by herself because Russ was asleep and she felt like a burden for being out of commission for so long. She fell on the way to the bathroom, but got the job done

On the way back to her room (was walking always this exhausting?) murdoc, who was in the middle of getting drunk on wine coolers in the living room while watching reruns of friends, thought she was 2-D and yelled at her to shut off the light along with some crude words and insults

He noticed it was her, and asked her why she was up. Her voice was croaky and painful when she responded.

“had to piss”

“do noT USE THAT LANGUAGE GO TO BED”

Murdoc is struggling a lot, because he feels so guilty about having caused her to be so damaged, physically and mentally. He’s feeling suicidal, because the only thing he lived for -- his little girl -- deserves to have him out of her life for good. She deserves so much better than him.

He closes his eyes, but after a few minutes he feels hands padding across his lap and then knees, and when he opens his eyes Noodle is curled up in his lap, her fevery skin burning his bare thighs and her body shaking with silent sobs

(shh hes wearing shorts)

normally he’d react angrily, but he’s kinda drunk so he kinda pats her back and after a few minutes, shes stopped shaking so much and he thinks she’s asleep

Its quiet, and dark other than the TV illuminating everything in a soft blue glow, and when Noodle speaks, her voice is broken and soft.

“papa..”

 And that gets him, and Murdoc tears up and starts petting his daughter’s hair. He doesnt deserve her, and she doesnt deserve this. He’ll make sure he’s gone soon. For her. But right now, he’ll try and be the comfort she needs.

“I know, love, I know it hurts…”

“I -- I’m not ready to be like this.” She whispers back, and Murdoc is pretty sure she won’t remember this in the morning because her skin is crazy hot and her eyes are foggy with sickness

 “Like what, sweet?” His voice is gravelly and old, but to Noodle, his voice is Home.

“Grown.” She squeaks, her breath labored. “I.. I missed you papa. I’m.. I’m not ready to be a grown up.”

 Murdoc sucks in a breath and keeps petting her head. “I missed you too, my dear,”

“I can’t.. it hurts, Murdoc. I never got to grow up. Just one day.. One day I was hunting a demon and being shot at and taking care of myself -- “ A sob broke her off. “I want to be a kid again, riding on Toochie’e shoulders and being held and coddled. Papa, I can’t do this,”

 “Shh, shh love, you don’t have to be grown any more. We have you now. You can be a kid again.”

And then she’s asleep, and murdoc is cursing because his cheeks are wet with tears

She really acts like she needs him, and maybe she does

 Murdoc resolves to get better. To be better for her. To let her be a kid and let her rely on him.

He throws out the wine coolers and brings her honey nut cheerios and a stuffed bunny in the morning

(and punches russel for making that smug “aww” face at him)

#gorillaz #diggity darnit b #b writes #noodle #noodle and murdoc #murdoc niccals #russel hobbs #gorillaz phase 3 #gorillaz phase four #hurt/comfort #gorillaz headcanons #noodle headcanon #vomit mention #suicidal thought mention #tw: suicidal thoughts #ooc probably #w/e

[thefallofthecelestial]

Chapter 1

I know what you’re thinking - no, this isn’t another cry for help. In fact, I think I’m too lost to cry out for any kind.

  Just 2 months ago, I was living my life. Nothing mattered. I was the hero. And now I’m here. I don’t know if this is purgatory for the wrongs that have happened or not. 

I need to properly introduce myself. I’m ashamed I didn’t already. Hello. My name is Angelina Elizabeth Henry, or Lizzie, I guess. I was born and raised in New York. My whole backstory? My dad passed away before I was born, my mom was shot while I was asleep at age 6, and I was raised by my grandpa and the lady next door to our apartment. It wasn’t until I was 19 when I learned I was part of a protector bloodline called the Celestials, and my mother had abandoned her duties as a celestial, a member of the angel protector legion, and a princess to go see America. Childish, I know. So in learning all that, I met my best friends - Adrien and Rosanna - who lived in the “angel kingdom” which isn’t on earth. Then there was the angel kingdom’s neighbor - the devil kingdom - who also had a royal bloodline thansisted of Queen Ella, Prince (now king) Daniel and Princess Raven.

  Raven was really something.

The two kingdoms were separated by a protective bubble made by celestials that was breaking, so instead of fixing it, I fell in love with the devil princess and we united the two kingdoms. Everything that went on after that was chaos - Daniel and Adrien fell in love, there was a ball hosted by Daniel that Adrien got assaulted in by childhood bullies and was exposed that Adrien’s birth name wasn’t Adrien, it was Pheobe. Daniel still loved him after that, Daniel met Adrien’s ‘devil-phobic’ family and got accepted, Rosanna got really depressed that everyone was in love so she tried to revive her dead older sister, Sunnie, which ended up turning out bad and killing Queen Ella. Daniel took the throne as King Daniel, Rosanna and Sunnie’s mom dies after telling Rosanna that she was half angel half devil and Sunnie is pure angel and then Raven asked me to marry her. I said no.

I guess she got mad and sent me here, huh? Two months ago, I got transported back to Earth, only this time to a town that is led by sociopaths. I live here now. With other girls. One of which owns a bar, where we’re all going tonight.

“I don’t get why you don’t wanna use your powers here. This place is in need of entertainment!” said my roommate Nyte. 

“Because, i just don’t feel comfortable with it, ok?” My falsetto voice groaned. I forgot to mention something important. As the first human-celestial hybrid, I have two forms: my human form, which is my 4’10 hourglass-shaped body in my shoulderless pink sweater, black leggings, and black running shoes, and there’s my angel form - a 5’7 muscular woman in a white croptop, white shorts, and white boots. That form is what Rosanna called “Pastel”. Pastel is what let’s me fight. She is what the world wants to see. 

“I don’t understand why, though. You’re so powerful like that!” Nyte said, skipping down the wet sidewalk. 

“I am, it’s just that Pastel is a stereotypical hero, and most people here are NOT very likely to accept a hero.” I retorted, opening the door to the bar and being immediately greeted by my friend Cheshire.

Now, it’s time to tell you how things are now. I work in this big white building where basically all the weird people go. They call it “The Ego building” or something like that. There are three different groups in that building - the Irishmen, the multiples and the girls, which is where I fit in. 

In our group, there’s five other women. Nyte is the first. She is an ex-assassin and a werewolf, which I guess is an explanation for her white and teal hair. The next is Catirine, who is one of the only humans. She’s 15 (which you can tell by her appearance; she’s 5’4, has dirty blonde hair that fades to hot pink, and an abundance of accessories) and she’s like any teenager. She’s a lead singer and on bass guitar in her band and she’s been trained in ballet since age 3. After her is Cheshire, a 5”8 woman who wears skin-tight clothing intentionally. She is called a prostitute, I guess, but she isn’t active anymore since she met her girlfriend, Sariah, back in 1987.  The fourth girl is Rebecca, who is also a member of the angel protector legion. She’s the dark angel, which was originally called a mistake because darkness is bad. All of the other members of the angel protector legion - the water angel, the fire angel, the air angel, the light angel, - are all training beside her at age 16. Then finally, there’s Pyra. The group leader. I don’t even know how to explain her. She’s very closed up about her backstory. Her appearance does boldly say don’t mess with me - long scarlet-dyed red hair with a dark brown under cut what covers her right eye, big muscular arms, hands that turn to obsidian claws when she gets angry… Yeah, I fear her, too.

We are the smallest group out of the three. The Irishmen have 7 people: Anti, Dr. Schneeplestein, Chase Brody, Jackieboy Man, Marvin the magnificent,Jameson Jackson, and Robbie; while the multiples have maybe 12? Let’s see, there’s Google, Bing, Ayano, Eric, Derek, Ed, Bim, the Jim twins, Dr. Iplier, the host, KOTS, Wilford, Dark…

Dark…

Oh god I’m staring

I’m staring AT him

OH GOD I’M STARING AT HIM.

“Hello?? Earth to tiny!” Cheshire said, shaking my shoulders. I snapped out of my daze and found myself sitting on a barstool, completely ignoring everything else in the world except Dark. Yep, that’s right. I have a crush on the head of the egos entirely. That’s what makes this place purgatory. 

Cheshire looked at me, then to Sariah, then back to me, then to Dark, who was on the other side of the room with Wilford and Bim at a table. She raised an eyebrow, then spoke. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on my ex-boyfriend over there.”

My entire face flushed red when she said that. Nyte began to laugh when Sariah, who was cleaning a glass, just smiled at me. “Why don’t you go and talk to him, Liz?” She sighed. “Because he’s the most powerful one in this room and I could get murdered by just stepping into that area!” I said through gritted teeth.

“Oh yeah, he’s quite the powerful one. Powerful enough to make you not walk for a week.” Cheshire chuckled.

“Ches!” Sariah and I exclaimed at the same time. 

“Sorry, sorry, bad joke,” She responded “well, if you want to talk to him, then I’ll get him over here.” “You’ll do what?” I said nervously but was interrupted by Cheshire yelling “HEY DARKIPOO, YOU’RE NEEDED OVER HERE”

GOD DAMMIT

Sure enough, Dark walked over, looking more annoyed.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad-

“Yes?” He grunted. “Ms. Henry over here wants to properly introduce herself!” Cheshire laughed. She turned my head so I was facing Dark again. “She’s 25, free, single….” she leaned in and whispered “She’s also inexperienced, so you could teach her a thing or two~” “Ches, stop!” I squeaked, pushing her off her chair, which only made her laugh more. Dark slightly smiled. “Is that what this is, hmm? Ms. Henry, are you interested in me?” He said. His voice gave me shivers. “No! Ches is just being weird!” I lied, covering my face with both my hands. “Alright then. I’ll leave you be.” His smirk faded and he walked back over to his table. I glared at Ches with immense hate. “What were you thinking?!” I whisper-shouted. “I don’t know! I thought it was funny!” Ches laughed after pushing herself off the floor.  “That was messed up! That could’ve ruined my chances!” “Look, I’m sorry, ok?” Her entire mood changed into her puppy dog face, which didn’t go well with her outfit that was just barely revealing her chest. 

“I’m just gonna go home now.” I muttered. I stood up to leave but my train of thought was interrupted by a whistle. I turned to see Ed Edgar and he said 

“I can give ya a ride to ma place if you want. I’m always free.”

“Edgar, aren’t you a sex offender?” I heard Pyra’s low dangerous voice say. That made him back off. 

Yeah. That’s a way to explain Pyra. An edgelord sister figure. Someone who only does a nice thing for me only once every blue moon.

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #fanfic #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #ocs #markiplier fic #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #original character #the fall of the celestial #submission