#eh coworker

[hiko-the-teacup]

has anyone done this yet?

I haven't seen anyone who's done this

#my art #studio investigrave #dead plate #elevator hitch #cold front #eloquent countenance #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #augustine orlov #winnie bosko #eh protag #eh coworker #forcas #ec forcas #ec nun #fanart #I wanted to draw them all in my style but with a twist #I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT FORCAS' GLASSES NOOO :( #(edit) omg I forgot the nun's glasses too #goddammit

[racheldrawsthis]

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Some official Elevator Hitch art/doodles I did over the past few months! Thank you everyone for all the love and support put towards the game !!!

#elevator hitch #eh protag #eh coworker #eh normal guy #eh interviewer #rpg horror #rpg horror game #indie game #visual novel #the stanley parable #american psycho #original character #character design #racheldrawsthis

[sketchedspiders]

Sets these down for the elevator hitch and eloquent countenance fandoms and runs

#elevator hitch #eloquent countenance #eh coworker #ec forcas #these two douchebags have completely consumed my brain i love them #also forcas with my hcs #i gave him a big nose bc idk i think it suits his design #more to come soon my brain is being consumed by multiple medias atm and it’s rotting quickly #studio investigrave #save me studio investigrave #im sick for the millionth time too btw but they will cure me #my art

[dourpeep]

being so used to hardass mean roommate kunikuzushi that when u come home really late one night for whatever reason ur shocked to find him crying in his sleep. and then comforting hin bc ydk what else to do. im normal about him.

- mean xiao (hi lol)

omg! Welcome back mean xiao anon!! You have been missed nodnod--I hope that you were able to get the peep you were trying to get (I've forgotten who idhfoiseh but I remember you were rolling for someone last time you were hanging out around here ehe)

AND ALSO ALSO ALSO are you excited?? It's finally time-

Scaramouche is coming home and all Scara wanters are going to be Scara havers def not because most Scara wanters have been waiting for years now and have been saving up since his initial appearance. some people's resolve scares me

But YES

gimme a moment I got side tracked again- (also going back after writing, I honestly intended to put more comfort but as you know roommate Scara has a mind of his own, so we'll just say that he and reader aren't really close yet)

Honey Milk Tea

Summary: You're tired, it's late, and your usually pain-in-the-ass roommate...is crying? Contains: Modern au, roommates, roommate!Scaramouche, fluff, comfort (??), awkward roommate situations, maybe a little bit of underlying feelings whether platonic or romantic-

You had to stay later for work again today.

Something happened and, for reasons that you'd rather be unaware of, the night crew called out (again, for the second time within a week), so you were stuck until your coworker could come in nearly three hours after your shift should've ended. A heavy sigh heaves, following the familiar gesture of your key turning in the door's lock, and you finally relax the moment you step into your apartment.

Unsurprisingly, it's dark.

Scaramouche likely retired a while ago, you note, considering that the clock’s hands are pointed decidedly at a time that you’d rather be in bed yourself.

With a stretch, you shuck off your shoes and coat. They’re set besides the entrance, and you know that you’ll get an earful later about leaving your stuff laying around, but the effort required to put them up in the entryway closet seems just a little bit too much to handle. You’ll make sure to apologize in the form of a cup of coffee if you manage to get up before him.

Though...you look at it one more time before deciding that you’re satisfied with the halfheartedly folded article of clothing.

It’s another minute before you finally walk into the combined living area and kitchen, and then another before you decide against a midnight snack despite the tempting idea of a quick meal to make your way towards the small hallway leading to the rooms. The longer that you spend awake, the longer that you’ll have to wait until you’re comfortable and asleep in bed, after all. Or, at least that the logic that you decided on tonight.

And then, you hear the soft sound of breathing.

There, on the couch, cheek pressed into the armrest and legs dangling haphazardly off, is your roommate. In the dimness of the apartment, you easily could have mistaken him for a stray blanket. But the closer you get (careful to take as quiet steps as possible) the easier it is to squint and see his familiar features.

He shifts, and for a moment you’re worried that you woke him, until he settles. Bangs falling from where they sat tucked behind his ear, he mumbles.

Huh.

Who knew he talked in his sleep?

“...breathe...”

You hold your own breath, hesitating in your spot when his brows scrunch up and his arm drags to rest across his forehead.

“...should breathe.”

Scaramouche’s expression shifts, the corners of his lips tugging down and you wonder about what he’s dreaming of. He must be, since he shows no sign of acknowledging you, right? His frown deepens while you’re left in your thoughts and, if you didn’t know better, you’d ask him what’s wrong.

But the silence continues and he shifts until he’s properly laid across the couch (good for him, you muse).

You know. You should probably go ahead and go to sleep yourself. Change out of your work clothes, maybe do a few stretches to relieve the ache in your back, and close your eyes. Except...you can’t seem to tear yourself away. Not when Scaramouche suddenly whimpers.

It’s a soft sound, pained and almost resigned. Like an eon’s worth of waiting only to be disappointed, but still being vulnerable enough for it to hurt.

His features relax, if only a bit, but the frown stays.

“...you promised...”

Suddenly, he looks hurt.

He turns on his side and his arm falls from his head down in front of his chest, fingers twitching.

It’s then that he starts to cry.

A tear beads and slips down from the corner of his eye, just enough to catch whatever meager light rests in the darkness, and wets the worn fabric of the couch. Another follows, and another.

And then, Scaramouche awakens.

He sits up straight, furiously rubbing at his eyes with white-knuckled fists even though the tears don’t stop. They continue to slip past.

“Shit. Shit-”

Tearing away from his face, he hits the back of the couch, eyes shut tight and teeth worrying at a wobbling lip he’d really rather not have. You could only imagine why, all things considered.

And you only imagined for a little bit longer before you were met with a furious glare.

“Why are you here? Go the fuck to sleep already.”

You didn’t want to ask, not that you weren’t curious. So, instead you offer a hopefully reassuring smile.

“Late shift. I had to cover for Jamie because they called out. Same with Bryce.”

The silence that follows is uncomfortable.

It’s weird to see your roommate so vulnerable—a few tears still streaming down his flushed cheeks from red and puffy eyes despite the clearly inconvenienced expression. Maybe it was the late hour, or perhaps the extra three hours, but you found yourself doing something you didn’t expect.

“...are you alright?”

He prickles at that, visibly. But then the tears start up anew and his shoulders shake in silence and he turns away to try to rid himself of them. 

“I know we don’t really talk much, but I’m always ready to listen if you need it. Really.”

Scaramouche shakes his head, pointedly keeping himself face away from you, but you see the way that his shoulders loosen.

The moment that his tears reduce to sniffles, he stands up.

It takes only about ten large strides for him to make his way across the living area to the kitchen sink. After a few splashes of cold water and a vigorous wiping with a handful of paper towels, he finally takes in a deep breath.

“There’s no need to waste words on something that’s in the past.”

The light turns on with a click and your apartment floods with light. Leaning against the counter with crossed arms, he still refuses to meet your eyes.

“It’s whatever. Do you want a cup, or not?”

Despite the underlying discomfort, Scaramouche forgoes your lack of an answer to fish two mugs from the cabinet, crossing over to fill the kettle with water and clicking the stovetop on. You watch as he grabs a box of chamomile from the side and sets a bag in each mug before tapping his fingers impatiently against the countertop.

The water comes to a boil much quicker than expected, and before you know it there’s a fresh, warm cup of honey milk tea pushed in front of you.

Nursing his own close to his face, Scaramouche watches you. He takes a sip.

“It tastes better when it’s still hot.”

“Oh--right, thank you.”

And it really does.

You take a deep drink, relishing in the light sweetness and comfort, missing the way that he seems to relax more at your acceptance, how he seems to not look away from you once. The drink is finished too soon for either of your liking.

When you thank him again, he shrugs it off, setting your cup besides his in the sink to deal with in the morning.

Soon enough, the lights flick back off and the two of you head down the hall to part ways.

It’s not until your door closes and he’s sure you’re occupied with getting ready for bed that he mutters a quiet thank you to the quiet hall. Tonight, he’s sure that his dreams will be sweeter.

Note: I like to think he's pretty bad at feelings so he goes about resolving things himself and by that I mean burying them in the form of making a cup of tea in hopes of calming his nerves

#I couldn't think of names for reader's coworkers because I ended up accidentally writing myself into that osdihfoieh so these are the first #that popped up in my head #scaramouche #roommate au #roommate scaramouche #modern au #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact fics #genshin impact #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #there are definitely gears turning in that head of his ooo dang look at that mouchie considering letting others in??? Incredible #aw buns wait I forgot the anon tags #anon asks #mean xiao anon #ehe I hope this is close enough to the original idea dhfosieh

[gurov1x]

I know everyone knows that protag has the entire family issues right?

But why do y'all only talk about the fourth floor?

Like- THERE'S A FUKIN' FLOOR WHERE YOU NEED TO GIVE A DRUGGED CAKE TO A MOUTH????? LIKE- ARE THERE ANYONE WHO THINKS THIS IS WEIRD???

Like... I don't know... Him hiding the sleeping pills... Having to drug a cake...

Also, there's that one thing when you click on the lamp

Saying that "it's to make the monsters away"

Like... What monsters? Did his parents or... His dad or something get into his room at night?

Or that cross up his bed, does it mean he prayed for that so called "monster" not get on his room again? Or maybe... The face he makes when we click there has something to do about... Religion trauma? LIKE- DUDE!!!

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE Y'ALL CAN MAKE THEORY OF AND I NEVER SAW ONEEEE!!!

Okay, now... Coming back to that thing about having to drug a cake. Apparently he knew where the pills where hidden. It was him that hid the pills. For what? To drug a cake. But... Who was he goin to give that cake? Was that mouth one of the monsters he's so scared of? I mean... His parents? It could be. Because he knew where the pills where hidden so it could've been him that was drugged. Or maybe... He drugged himself in secret? But why??? And don't tell me it's because of something that has to do with his parents. Because it can't be that shallow. IT NEED TO HE SOMETHING DEEP, Something... SOMETHING THAT ISN'T THAT EASY TO EXPLAIN???

It might just be like- he had that pills he knew where it was hidden on his room and the cake might just be from another part of his life or something. And it was just a puzzle with no deep story in that- BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MOUTH??? ITS STILL SUS. Who was that mouth from??? Because every floor has something to do about the protagonist. Like- a trauma that he has? God! Just give me theories about it all??? I need to hear the others opinions!!! PLEASE COMMENT ABOUT IT.

#horror games #protag elevator hitch #coworker elevator hitch #elevator hitch #eh #notag #racheldrawsthis #theory #game theories #horror game #protag #coworker #co workers #newbie

[internet-league-blaseball]

[IMAGE I.D. Four photos of tumblr text posts, edited to have various Elevator Hitch characters over them. The first image says "being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late and night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i'm often waiting for something to happen. and i'm stupid." Coworker is edited over the image. The second image says "when i was in elementary school, i thought that the reason we were supposed to capitalize the first letter of people's names was as a sign of respect, so i always refused to capitalize the name of my fourth grade teacher or george bush, because i did not respect them." The Protagonist is edited over the image. The third image shows Protagonist saying "*pronounces "champagne" like "lasagne"*", then Coworker saying "do Not", and then Protagonist saying "*pronounces "lasagne" like "champagne"* The fourth image says, "when will Ted himself.. finally show up to the talk?" Protagonist is edited over the image. Normal Guy/the Interviewer is edited over the word Ted to make it appear like he is the one being referred to as Ted. END I.D.]

somebody had to make a post of text posts about these characters

BONUS:

[IMAGE I.D. An image of a conversation between two people on tumblr. It has been edited to say "imagine getting banned from social media for saying what coworker did to protag" "what did he do to protag" "he fucked that man". Normal Guy/the Interviewer is edited over the image. END I.D.]

#elevator hitch #elevator hitch game #eh game #coworker #protagonist #normal guy #interviewer

[catsupport]

For @springbon-t-art 's lil event

I'm kinda still new to tumblr .

(still call reblogs retweets sometimes).

Also new to Tsp fandom but I'm here now kinda exciting

I love art!

Kawaii is in her wolf form for the funnies

Don't question it

She's employee 626. Probably also works on the computer (idk what else you do there)

(My favorite ending is the confusion ending I love it a lot because of the narrator's voicelines there. Also for introducing the Adventure line ™️)

#art #artwork #my art #artistic #artists on tumblr #oc artwork #artoftheday #tsp fanart #the missing coworkers #i feel bad for putting this in an actual tsp tag but eh it is kinda fan artwork #helpimicareaboutafictionalcharacter

[sentofight]

#ooc.| faty speaks #[finished preparing lessons plans for 4 units eheheheheheAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM TOO POWERFUL!!! IM UNSTOPABLE!!! IM ...tired.. #[i still have other 4 units for second grade........eh....another week...or the other teacher can do them ;u; #[we actually have turns in making these because we teach the same things but lately because im sick she made the previous two units so now #[i need to payback her for being a good coworker ;u; #[i still need to make two worksheets... #[become a teacher they said... #[ANYWAY ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY imma .........BOTHER YOU. #[breaking news: and she is back on her bullshit. not breaking news. old news.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

mordecai is the first funny bitch like spends 90% of his time literally just standing there going "i'm dapressed" to himself while everyone in the vicinity takes potshots and then he's clocking in for the night shift where for the next 9 hours people go "god mordecai would it kill you to act like you're having more fun at the [kills you] factory"

#The First Funny Bitch as a phrase from the ''cain was the first funny bitch'' post that i will use with some flexibility. yaknow. #i love going like oh boy a coworker triumvirate. their funny little guy (other duo going ''i want him dead'') #though it's unfair to the savoys lmfao if he's at best sometimes a desk toy to them: they do at least keep calling him babygirl #and giving him special mordecai invitations (by not inviting him) to their hotel room to try to marry him #so if nothing else we do appreciate adding a ton of flair to [afflicting the autistic coworker] #in turn i appreciate that mordecai and viktor's dynamic probably consisted of mutual ''i Do Not Care if my coworker seems weird'' #but outside of that; was anyone at lackadaisy aggrieving mordecai with the style & variety that the savoys bring....perhaps not #an upgrade in that realm....and there seems to be Some mutual [i do not care if my coworker seems weird] there again too lol #even while they've all probably been working together like half a week & haven't all worn their getalong sweater long enough #and already mordecai is doing his [not just literally standing there] rogue lone mystery solving deal lmao. wild card that he is #lackadaisy #oh also speaking of [before mordecai went grr i Hate still working here; ripped off the fridge door; went & got a new Hated job] #it's pure bonus comic realm & particularly Elevated Silly Goofs genre at that; but #points for ivy having that Younger Sibling dynamic w/mordecai w/the implication she takes his forbidden condiments index seriously #and like; in general lol not even just a [it's serious when it comes to dealing with this weird guy] way. all the more powerful for that #wait i nearly forgot to mention the hot new otp: mordecai / j.j. #that's right [sad trombone] providing guy. i know enough. first funny bitch 4 first funny bitch. #[guy doing his own thing & everyone's like Get His Ass] 4 [guy doing his own thing & everyone's like Get His Ass] #and ofc because it is funny in & of itself. & basically like Your New OC. so much room to maneuver that you cannot crash #also hmm like if your nickname for someone is Maybe ''annoying mf'' does it cancel out....eh #numbers flying around intense focus like everything points to ''hatchet would directly translate to hatchette not petit hache'' #and if you mon petit hache it (read this w/such a meter that it all rhymes) #900 tons of restraint not going ''wow this is just like analyzing billions'' & by even saying i've managed to avoid as much; now i haven't

[istherewifiinhell]

CIRCLE of trust doc I KNOW youve done weird shit too. this bond stronger than anything

#trek watch #OH cool close up shots. cinematic #doc patient confidentially and lets all just not think about. ah. eh. uh... all that. with hologram of ur coworker #LOL. SHE DID JUST. choose the most generic single man she could find on the cast huh #JUST LIKE THE WRITERS

[sleepdepravity]

I know I’ve been on this big blue planet for three decades at this point but conceptualizing social boundaries is hard what do I do when a guy I sort of know just messages me out of nowhere that he had a dream about me rocking a bikini

#like is that inappropriate or is it an instant block orrrrrrr #I know it really really depends on context and all that jazz #but also part of the context is I’m used to having a ‘eh whatever’ approach to things like this #and also having a ‘well whatever’ about things I shared about myself too #which. has not led to the greatest success for me. historically. #(thinking about the time one of my coworkers secretly used a picture of me as his phone wallpaper) #anyways. I also have to consider what flirting is and how much of that is appropriate too #maybe???? I dunno. I guess this could be flirting?? #honestly the flirting(?) isn’t the worst part though the worst part is that he’s not a great conversationalist #trying so hard to throw him a ball and he just doesn’t volley it back #personal malkylife

[the-ghost-of-jason-todd]

i watched the new ep of dungeon meshi on a pirate site on my phone during my lunch break at work (bad idea, don't do this at home (or at work i guess)) so i didn't liveblog

HOWEVER

it must be said that i am AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#liveblogging dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #listen #okay listen #falin?? #whatever is going on there is some GOOD SHIT #also i recced the anime to my coworker #who is eh. about twenty years older than me and is very food motivated #she likes saga and murderbot and things like that #so i really truly think she is the target audience for dungeon meshi

[geekwiththegoggles]

Why does this keep happening...

#went out to grab a drink and chat with a work friend #first time. yay new friends! #has her boyfriend come along. eh okay. #he actually seems cool. we're all having a good convo #coworker says something to me but the music is too loud. this happens again later in convo #keeps telling me how attractive/beautiful I am and hugging me. there's an alarm going off in the back of my head #no no no she's just eccentric and happy to finally meet up nothing wron- #ABORT ABORT ABORT SHE SAYS SHE WANTS TO MAKE OUT WITH ME #ma'am excuse me?! what!!?!

[spotsupstuff]

If hypothetically HYPOTHETICALLY Boreas did get a partner, what kind of person would mix well with him? This is all hypothetical of course

THAT'S THE THING I CAN'T IMAGINE *ANY* SORT OF PERSON MIXING WELL WITH HIM. HE'S SOLO. THAT'S IT. HE'S SOLO. it's fucking snipped right at the bud to me. it's hard to imagine him finding a Friend group outside of his family (the Anemoi SPECIFICALLY not even the Eo group at Large as would be usual!!!), not to mention a partner??

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #i suppose Maybe someone like Zephyr??? maybe??? eh... maybe not........ #cuz like he can stand people who r more steadfast dont take shit n are brave. but i cant imagine hed like That pointed at him #and the opposite will just piss him off on the full line #like to the friend group thing: he n Orion for example arent friends. they are coworkers. Orion refers to n thinks of Boreas strictly as- #-his boss. ud think Those two would be close since Orion is the third ever iterator made in the group n so he interacted with B a lot #but!!! nope!!!!!! B doesnt wanna have anythin to do with him outside of work. if euros notos n haboob werent parts of the anemoi group- #-and therefore his responsibility he would Not like them. he just doesnt fuckin like Anybody. as a caretaker he Can kinda do it- #-example being the young anemoi and sparrows but otherwise nuh-uh #mans a lost case romantically. off the shelf. not interested. doesnt give a shit about people enough to get romantically invested

[amazingbananabread]

Wow

What do ya know, another Orikero..God, the creativity in me is quite big yet lack of..

lore.

#sgt frog #keroro gunso #fan character #fc #orikero #melissa ^^ #Yeyeye #Tbh idk what to do now. Tomorrow's gonna be the day i goes to school and check where class i'll be having for the rest of the school year b #fore highschool kicks into my life. #;-; #SUMMER. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO QUICK THIS YEAR??? #Olive is about to be an adult Keronian. He's also works with Pikomenia (but eh..they're don't hang out they just coworkers.) #He usually wears his lucky pant (which is the on in the art) so that he can be 100% lucky. His symbol isn't a Clover #He just like them and really puts them on his outfit. Lucky man. #^ that up there is some small info about Olive. #Also sorry for the frequent amount of fc and Orikeros <:[ I hope it didn't bug any you guys at all.

[weirdcultstuff]

It’s like my skin has hardened around me now. If I focus on the bills, on my work, on lunch, on going for a walk, on watching a scary movie, on not thinking about it all, then I’m fine. I used to be hyper vigilant, couldn’t sit with my back to a door, couldn’t talk to men, had to wear this one specific hoodie and hat if I left the house. I felt strong joy often, and intense pain and shame and grief.

I’m not like that anymore. Now I’m a normal automaton. I feel good for a few hours at least, most days. Mornings are good usually, about ten am maybe? When I’m right in the thick of things at work. I’m having trouble sleeping again, I’ll wake up at midnight, then three am, then four thirty, then five. When my alarm goes off at six I’m not awake, it’s like I’m lazy and don’t want to get up but I also just don’t care that I want to stay in bed, so I don’t. I get up, get dressed, drink water, go to work.

I worry about normal things, and it is worry. I feel that anxious feeling in my chest when I think about bills, my career, fixing the car, going to the doctor. It’s like a micro dose of dread every few hours. I try not to think about it. And mostly I’m fine. I can think to myself, “my heart rate sped up, it’s probably the coffee. Just wait it out. Play a different podcast, take some breaths, it’ll pass.” And it does.

I get angry now, which is frickin weird. I have a short temper, not on the outside-I don’t act angry, I’m not mean to my coworkers or anything, but I feel anger in my head every few days when something happens that really slows me down or gets in my way, annoys me. My vision does that little skippy thing and I always want to roll my eyes at myself for being such a child about things.

And the rest of the time I’m fine. Normal. I’m not depressed. I eat my vegetables, I watch shows with my girlfriend, I go to work every single day except the weekends and on the weekends I rest and do chores around the house.

I worry about my parents now, they’re getting older. I can see it in their texts in the family chat. More health issues, more mishaps. My grandparents are getting too old, maybe I’ll never see them again? I teared up just typing that. Mostly I don’t think about them all, and that’s very intentional. I’ll sob cry if I do, and it won’t stop for a long time. It never resolves, I don’t feel better afterwards, I’ve done the therapy things and I’ve written it out and I’ve tried just crying until I wear out but those things don’t work. There’s no way to fix it, so I just don’t go there. I text them back about once a week, and that’s about it. Just send cropped photos of my life. Here’s some food I ate, here’s a picture of a tree, what’s the weather like there? (Please don’t die.)

Enough thinking about that.

Mostly I’m very normal now. It’s weird when I run into people who are Christian or one of my siblings says something super fundamentalist Christian online. It’s like, “oh yeah, people still believe that stuff. They actually believe it, it’s not just a story or a game. Weird.” And then I feel disconnected from them. I used to feel connected, like I understood where they were coming from and could relate to them even if I was somewhere else. Now I just feel somewhere else. I’m like, “that’s weird of you to praise god that you didn’t get more hurt than you just did. Also very weird to be talking seriously about having children before you’re even twenty. But okay. Couldn’t be me lol.” But like it was me once, I was like that. It just doesn’t feel like it anymore. If I go there in my mind, I probably won’t function anymore. And functioning is all there is, in the end. So I function.

I’m always functioning and it feels like each day is just a repeat. It’s fall though, time passes. Wild. Anyway, this whole post looks kind of bleak but I promise most of the time I don’t feel bleak. Most of the time I feel good, some of the time I feel anxious, every few days I get impatient over something which makes me feel angry, and occasionally I have a crying spell because I think too much about my family. That’s pretty much all that happens. And I’ve been doing a lot of listening to horror podcasts and not texting my friends back. So that’s fun.

#also like I’m normal but not normal like my coworkers and stuff #they’ll be laughing and joking about stuff and I don’t connect #I’m there to work and also their conversations are shallow and full of references I either don’t get or don’t care about #I don’t care about scooby doo or that you just learned the basics about Russian politics #it’s not bad and I’m glad they’re having a good time it’s just eh #I don’t connect much with anyone anymore #there’s no time and no energy for that #and I don’t know my star sign or the right jokes about cartoons so idk what to tell ya