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mysafespaceblog13 · 8 months
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my art is flopping so much lately :(
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skellytonsandstars · 7 months
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A kid saw my phone under the desk in class today and started screaming at me in the middle of the class lmao I wish I did homeschool again this year
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hon3ym1lktea · 2 years
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Anyway the aroallo flag reminds me of sprite. How is everyone today.
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littlelynx22 · 1 month
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🩷✨Aria✨🩷
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Aria/Ariana is the daughter of HuskerDust
She lives in the hotel with..
Charlie (Auntie)
Vaggie (Auntie)
Husk (Father/Dad)
Angel (Pa/Papa)
Alsotor (Uncle)
Nifty (Firend)
Lucifer (Uncle)
Info
Name: Ariana~Dusk
Pronounce: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nickname:
Sweet Pea, Feathers, Honey-Pie (Angel)
Sweetie, Kiddo, lil Wings (Husk)
Cutie Pie, Ari, Fluff Ball (Vaggie & Charlie)
Lil Feathers, Petite Ar, lil Fellow (Alsotor)
Rockstar, Wings, Mini Angel (Lucifer)
Feathers, Fa-Fa, Lil Ang, Buttons (Cherri Bomb)
Buttons, Hearts, Prankster (Sir Pinches)
Ms.Ari, Ariana, Wings, Mini Husk (Nifty)
Likes
LOVES PANCAKES 🥞
Jazz
LOVES SUSHI 🍣
Flirting (Not all the time)
Italian Food
Her Dads (HuskerDust)
Her family
Wearing Casual Clothes
Tank tops
Boots
Being a Stripper (Like Angel)
Her Freedom
Half Cat-Spider Appearance
Dancing
Listen to Music
Drawing
Writing
Reading
LOVES Pranks
Color Purple/Pink
Cooking
Gambling (she always WINS)
Magic Shows (Her Father's)
Watch people in pain/suffer (being Psycho)
Fashion
Velvet (The from the V’s)
Dealing with other people’s souls/fear
Parties
LOVES Whiskey (Age of 20)
Dislikes
The V's (Valentino & Vox)
Valentino (Angels Boss)
Travis
Vox
Her feet (her feet look like Angel Dust)
Treated like a pet
People being fake
Mimzy bringing trouble
Being treated like a pet
Cat instincts
People annoying her
People cheating (Gambling)
Memorizing scripts
Anyone else ending up like her
Niffty getting into trouble/handling weapons
Depression
Uncle Alsotor Deals
Loud Noises
Abilities
Retractable Arms/Wings - Aria has a third set of arms that she keeps hidden and only uses them as her last resort and Uses her wings at any given time, place or When she needs them
Flight - Thanks to her large pair of retractable avian wings, Aria is capable of flight, Though, it has been stated that she doesn't fly often like her father Husk
Sensitivity - She can sense incoming storms, danger or a threat from a mile away
Bilingualism- Speaks Italian, Spanish, Japanese and Russian fluently as for English
Flexibility - Aria demonstrates some impressive flexibility as she is able to remove chains that were restraining her with ease, as well as pole dancing
Skilled Combatant - Aria uses her cards to fight, acting as a sharp weapon for melee and throwing projectiles, and using dice acting like grenades.
Personality
She's a very quick learner when it comes to combat or anything she learns, she loves to hangout by herself or with fat nuggets or her family. She's Speshel in her own ways, when she gets angry or annoyed she'll act like Husk and when she's excited or up going she's like Angel Dust.
She is very confident, sometimes bold, she'll be a good person when she wants to be, but she's mostly chill or out going and when people get on her bad side she'll turn into a demon like cat about the size of Bee(Helluva Boss) and she'll kill anyone who getting her way or who causes pain to others.
When she's with her family she's happy and and loved, but when Angel takes her to Work with him she will not hesitate to kill Valentino and Vox, but Not Vellevet cause she thinks she's kinda chill.
As Aria starts training she goes to Camilla Carmine as her combat teacher and friend, she'll go to Rosey and just see how things are going and if she needs anything, but back at the hotel when she's with Alsotor she's a bit of Husk when she goes near him, she's not scared or him {Maybe just a bit} but she doesn't show it at all so she can be strong.
Ariana on her days off or when she needs a break she’ll go with her “Auntie” Cherri Bomb to blow buildings up (Valentino’s Clubs) go out and causes a ruckus, sit and chill with her and have fun to reales her anger when she’s with Cherri.
When Aria is with Velvet she's just chill and she only comments on the fashion only, she'll kinda make fun of them, but She's just Aria she just likes to see others misrible only when it's convenient, but with Velvet or Vel as her nickname from Aria she's only there to help with fashion then leave.
Characteristics
Goth Girl
Easily Annoyed
Protective
Funny/Fun
Chill
Feeling Loved by family
Sassy
Has Attitude
Happy (Optional)
Kind/Carring
Smart
Skilled
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starsambrosia · 2 months
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Theoi and my chronic condition
I have a condition where if i get too emotional, my chest inflames around my heart sack, and it crushes my heart. If it gets too intense, i could die genuinely. So, I've lived a lot of my life learning how to emotionally regulate and such.
But some times i miss the gods so much it hurts worse than heartache, it aches so bad its misrible and i hated having to go crawling up to some one and grabbing on begging them to come back so it dosnt hurt so bad or to ease the pain with touch or even just a glance. (Now i take pride in being obnoxious/lh )
They are so kind to me with this, so understanding, i dont bother them i never have, they care about respect and they have opinions on me and what i do and what i should or shouldnt and when to speak about what and all that but then when im like this its like they set things down for just a moment and hold me, or speak, or comfort or take me somewhere to get my mind off it, encourage me to keep going and take deep breaths.
Before when i didnt reach out when i didnt know how or couldnt, Apollo still sat with me, he knew what was going on he always knew and he was so patient with me and my emotional outbursts over it, the beginning was hard with this condition but they made it less painfull and have saved my life by simply loving me.
Ive had this since i was 13, this crushing heart and these painfull feelings. Whats worse is its an abnormality of an existing chronic illness so a lot of doctors will tell me i just cant have it while my heart is actively being crushed, surprise surprise when they look for what i demand they find it is infact true (my heart leaks when its crushed thats how i prove it)
Having to live with that surrounded by doctors who didn't believe me even when i had a cardeologist for it was baffling. It was horrible, and because it was an abnormality, i was put through a lot of tests my god awful gardians signed me up for when i was too delerious to know and too young to care I was poked and prodded and fucked with and forced to run and push myself and hurt it hurt so bad. But Apollo was there later into it, listened to me cry about it, listened to me vent
He held me and helped me learn how to cope how to do better for myself
And Hermes runs to me to cheer me up when it gets so bad it starts to inflame again and i reach out.
The love i feel for them is immense. And i appriciate everything theyve done for me along the way.
This happened the same time as K showing up (personal note)
This pain is daily but my regulation and self care with it is good, im not as reliant as i used to be and i am really proud of myself, but i owe it to them mostly for helping me up on my own and giving me the stability and love i wouldve never recived in that hell hole.
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Hi! not sure if requests are open but if they are can i ask a simm!MasterxReader where he keeps her on the valiant because he likes her but she hates him and to deal with the situation she drinks,i don't really know where that would go (sorry for any mistake,english is not my first language)
“You know if you keep drinking like this you are going to die young,” the Master teased as he reached to steal you drink from your hands.
Twisting away from him you fought off his attempts to stop you. Quickly chugging the rest of the drink before he had a chance to force it from your hand.
“Not dying fast enough for this bullshit,” you muttered under your breath as soon as you had swallowed.
The tight grip on your wrist ached, skin stinging as his nails dug into your fragile skin.
“Well that’s no way to act when I’m so nice to you.”
The warmth of the buzz you had managed turned to ice crawling down your back. Tone of voice telling you, that it was a minefield you had stumbled into.
“I’ve been very patient wtih letting you cope with your new life however you need to for too long it seems,” he let out a dramatic, forlorn sigh. “I suppose that until you learn to appreciate how kind and generous a Master I have been to you a change of pace is in order.”
Fear clearly shining in your eyes you took a look at his expression. That smile scared you. 
“Let’s make you the Doctor’s handler for, hmmmm how about a week to start. Of course you’ll need to have your wits about you- he has so many health problems in his old age- so no alcohol. I wonder how bad the withdrawl will be for you. You do drink quiet a lot, don’t you?”
You felt like any good feelings that your inebriated state had managed to muster for you were so far away. A distant echo and roar filled you ears, loosing the ability to focus on anything. Preferring to live in a haze to the cold reality that you were now being forced to confront. Avoiding reality and the Doctor had been your life line for the several months that the Master had for some reason avoided killing you to make the Doctor more misrible. 
How could you let the Doctor see you like this? Or even worse how you would be with your withdrawal?
You couldn’t... You wouldn’t.
“And as of now you’re also on suicide watch,” the Master rushed out.
How did he know that you were considering- Oh.
He was touching you, he always claimed to like you... and your thoughts. How could you have forgotten.
“Either myself for six guards need to be with you at all times. I’m not loosing you, you’ll thank me for this one day when you realize how wonderful it is to be treasured and pampered like this.”
“Okay,” you forced. Voice cracking as the static slowly left your mind for now.
Maybe it would be good for you to get better, to stop drinking at least... Even if you didn’t want the Master’s help he at least seemed to genuinely want to help you. For whatever reasons he really had...
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slasher-male-wife · 2 years
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Hello hello! I hope you are doing well! I was wondering, could you maybe write a comfort fic where the readee has gone through a traumatic event (like the death of someone) and instead of selling them drugs, Eddie comforts them?
I'm always down for comfort fics. I chose to write about trauma I'm healing from as a way to kind of cope I guess. I know this will be dark but sometimes I need to write about darker subject matter. I'm sorry if you can't read this because it is triggering to you, if you want me to write a new one with something else I totally understand. Reader is gn.
Warnings: Talk of emotionally and verbally abusive relationships, strong language, mentions of drugs
You knock on the door to Eddies trailer. You look around at the other trailers that surround his in the cold of the night. He opens the door with a smile. "Hey Y/N come on in. I've got the stuff ready when you're ready." You nod. Today has been misrible. The sound of crashing plates and yelling at your job has triggered memories of your ex. The sounds of his yelling and him smashing plates in the kitchen. You push those thoughts away and walk inside. You take off your coat and put it on the couch under where you sit. "So what are you thinking. Bowl, joint, whatever?" He asks. You just stare at the coffee table in front of you with a blank face. All you can hear in your mind is his yelling and your begs for him to stop. His threats of giving up on life and never doing anything again if you break up with him or deny him sex.
Eddie sees this look on your face. He's never been the best with emotions. "Is everything ok?" He asks walking over to the couch. Those words set off tears. Your mouth grows into a deep frown and you quickly wipe away the fallen tears. "Hey don't cry. You don't have to do this if you don't want to.” He sits next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. 
“It’s not that Eddie, it’s just um.. I’m having thoughts about this person who never treated me the best. He was very abusive.” 
“Oh I’m sorry Y/N. Do you want to talk about it? Or if you don’t and you just need to cry it out I understand. I’m sorry they did that to you. You’re a really nice person, no one deserves to be abused, especially you.” Tears start to fall again as the memories keep flashing in your mind. Every word pains your heart. 
“I just... He always... I feel so bad for leaving him because he always said that there was no point in doing anything anymore if I left and I finally got away and I just keep thinking about it and it eats away at me.” Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and you rest your head on his shoulder. “He never really loved me. But I loved him so much. But he never could love me could he?” With this you really start to cry. You cry hard and ugly. Eddie pulls you into him and you cry into his shirt. 
“He sounds very manipulative. I’m so sorry Y/N. I wish I knew what to say but I don’t really know what to say. But I think you should hold off on the drugs right now. You’re not in the right place for it ok? Just let it all out, I’m not gonna judge you.” He rubs your back as he holds you there while you cry. You cry for a good 15 minutes and Eddie stay’s silent for you. Just holding you in his arms and rubbing your back. When you pull away your eyes are puffy and red. “Would you like to stay over tonight? I understand if you don’t want to be alone.” You nod. 
“If it’s not gonna be a problem.” 
“Oh not at all don’t worry. Let me put this shit away and I’ll get you some water ok?” You nod. 
“Thank you Eddie.” 
“Anytime Y/N. I hate seeing people I care about in pain.” 
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eggie-o · 1 year
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apparently my mom had no idea that i had no freinds and was universally not treated well throughout elementary school. we where talking about masking and i was like “yea i can’t mask that’s a huge part of why i had such a misrible time at [childhood town]” and my mom was like “what!? you loved it there” like she didn’t find me crying after school all the time like my teachers didn’t express concern that i had no freinds during parent teacher conferences. i had freinds but they all treated me like shit and didn’t actually care for me i had like one freind who was actually nice to me. i have no clue how she never knew.
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crybaby-tarnished · 2 years
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a family portrait would look so odd honeslty cause Fyra would be all smiling and happy and then Ensha and Gideon are just... The saddist most misrible looking people you have ever seen.
Nepheli isnt smiling either but she doesn’t look like she’s seen the pit of dispair, she just looks serious.
And then there is Geralt. A bug.
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ready for another misrible sleeping experience
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runningskaven · 1 year
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Fleer returns to town in disguise and notes two things.
There are guards and everyone looks misrible.
She goes to buy her food.... But it is more expensive!
"Why why cost more?" She asks the owner of the general store.
"Ah, you be that forest freak... Be taxes lass, ever since the beast men, the lord has employed more guards to watch us, some one needs to pay them, so he taxes us."
Fleer really hates that lord now, first he capture and humiliate her, now he make village suffer? If she was Eshin rat, she would get rid of him in a heart beat!
She thanks him before heading outside and loading up her wheelbarrow.
She gets some odd looks from the guards... But she gets odd looks from everyone.
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nicholealyseee91 · 4 years
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phone didn't charge thus morning 4 some reason -_-
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