#i've also been running on very low amount of sleep

[insurged]

if you want a little something from the stupid asshole astarion ( he has a modern verse *squinty eyes*) , feel free to like. if you want someone else from the roster, you can comment !

#i'm here to write my brain is just telling me #no video games write pls so i'm here #but bg3 is so good i'm late to the party but idc lmfao #me asking astarion who he's interested in: ^_^ #him: definitely not YOU #me: crawls into my bed dejected LMFAO #he's so funny the sass is overwhelming it cracks me up #i've also been running on very low amount of sleep #but i feel like i can focus so hi hi hi <3 #* ⟢ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ━ ( clench your asshole super tight & scream it from your heart )

[skylarsblue]

✦C.o.D Call Sign Inspo✦

(I've been having a bad writer's block, but, I do have some mini ideas that I can't flesh out. But, I know some people struggle with names/concepts for Y/N's/Characters. So! I'm giving them out for free in hopes it'll inspire something in someone so they don't go to waste!)

✧Somno; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's main trait is being a hyper insomniac. To the point they always seem tired, constantly consuming caffine, etc. But even if they're falling asleep where they're standing, they have incredibly fast reflexes. Could lead to some funny scenarios of finding them asleep in weird places, or, a cute concept (them only being able to sleep when they feel completely safe; ie: with one of the c.o.d characters)

✧Mama; Feminine. Pretty on the nose, but it could also be translated into a different language to match a country of origin. The concept is basically just...an aggressively maternal lieutenant/captain. Because I feel we don't have enough strong MILF's in this world, let alone in this fandom. This could also be used platonically because 141 specifically could use a mom type. Ghost & Gaz specifically.

✧Saint; Gender Neutral. Can be used for a character that's incredibly self sacrificing. Which would make for good fluff & good angst, plus, I think a lot of us can relate to feeling. Partially inspired by a random line I thought of - "If I die protecting you, that's far less frightening than you being gone when I could've protected you. Dying once for you is a peaceful passing, rather than dying every day you're not with me."

✧Salvadora/Salvador; Fem or Masc. Disclaimer; when I had this idea I imagined a woman. An alternative to the cartel story line in Las Almas. Y/N runs a civilian resistance against the cartel and has commandeered a village to keep citizens safe. It's basically a paradise in the crime ridden city. They've been providing sneaky support for Alejandro's men. (Honestly, this concept is pretty specific, and more detailed, and I might break it down more/write it on my own if possible)

✧Copycat/Mimic; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's incredibly skilled at mimicking voices. Whether in different accents or actual voices.

✧Mirage; Gender Neutral. Disclaimer; I imagined this also as a woman because I like powerful ladies. Similar to the one above but instead of just voices, they're just great at disguises in general & particularly sneaky. Like they "fade out of existence" if you look away at the wrong time.

✧Lynx; Gender Neutral. For a small, deceivingly cute looking character that's actually super deadly and quick. Do not trust the toe beans.

✧Nessie; Gender Neutral-Fem Lean. Pretty self explanatory. A character that's illusive and great in water. Bonus points for Scottish rep.

✧Sparks/Fuse; Gender Neutral. Just a fuckin' pyromaniac that can make their own bombs, super impressive and intricate ones. Thought of a scene where they're all in the heat of battle, low on ammo, and Y/N brings up randomly that they were a troublesome teen who almost had a criminal record. Price asks what the charge was and they just light something that doesn't look at all like a bomb, with a giant grin. "It was arson!!" And then they throw a fuckin' devastating bomb.

✧Iris; Gender Neutral. A character known for a very intense/intimidating stare. Inspired by those clips of people losing to Angelina Joline's femme fatal stare. Also, them being able to read a shocking amount about a person purely through eye contact.

✧Sage/Blister/Morphine/Plaster; Gender Neutral. All names for a potential medic!Y/N. (Plaster, for us Americans, is a word for bandaid in the UK. I know y'all prolly know that but just in case)

✧Bee; Gender Neutral. For a Y/N that's visibly smaller than those around them but packs a real hard punch. Also good if they're particularly good at physical combat. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

✧Sugarcube/Honey/Cupcake; Gender Neutral-Masc Lean. I think the idea of a big buff, visibly masculine, intimidating dude being named something like 'sugarcube' is super funny.

✧Lasso/Big Mac/Stallion; Masculine. Isn't it obvious? Big cowboy man who's aggressively American even if he's actually been a UK citizen for years.

✧Bessie/Cowgirl/Chick; Feminine. Once again, aggressively southern Y/N. But, for fem!y/ns.

✧Tex/Stars/Anthem; Gender Neutral. See above, but this time, neutral. Cause I'm about equality in this bitch.

✧Cobra/Mamba; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that specializes in poisons to kill enemies, as well as a character with any association with snakes. Could be interesting for Ghost to hear.

✧Doll/Dolly; Feminine. A more "spy type" for the classic femme fatal who gets intel through allure. If you've seen my two fic concept posts, this is the call sign I'd give to the Y/N in Price's concept.

✧Tech; Gender Neutral. Pretty basic, a character that's particularly tech-y. Good with computers and hacking.

✧Bunny/Hare; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that's small, but super fast & alert. Bonus if they got Hinata jumping powers.

✧Clover/Shamrock; Gender Neutral. Irish rep. Use this for a Y/N that is somehow the luckiest unlucky person ever. Constantly ending up in situations that are stressful/intense but making it out with barely a scratch. Can add some dissonance if they actually hate this call sign because it's not luck that gets them out of these situations, and instead is there skill.

#call of duty mwii #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #writing prompt #writing inspo #call of duty x y/n #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x fem reader #call of duty x gn reader #gender neutral reader #cod x male reader #cod x female reader #cod x gn reader #male reader #female reader

[queerpumpkinnn]

Kinktober 11th: Goosebumps

aka blindfolds with Spencer Reid

3k words

Summary: You find out about a new curiosity of Spencer's- to say he's enthusiastic when you bring it up may be an understatement.

Warnings: watching porn, reader is blindfolded, power dynamics, slight themes of mutual obsession, cunnilingus, heaps of praise, hair pulling, an ungodly amount of "baby", let me know if I've missed anything!

While listening, I recommend you listen to the altar is my hips - a Spotify playlist by me!

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You don't know how you got here, you really don't.

Perhaps you shouldn't have logged into Spencer's porn account. It really truly had only come from a place of curiosity, wondering what your boyfriend used to keep himself entertained when he was away on those long trips. But when you noticed a pattern developing in his more recent saves, it had caught your attention.

And now, here you were, two hours in, staring at your laptop. The video was the same general formula as all the others: a pair that generally looked like the two of you, run time on the longer side, and with the lead that was supposed to be you donning a blindfold.

That was what had peaked your curiosity.

You weren't getting off to it, per se, but you'd be lying if you said your stomach didn't get butterflies whenever the blindfolded lead gasped or jumped from an unexpected touch.

And you'd also be lying if you said you didn't immediately start looking for blindfolds that could be delivered before he got home.

. . .

You were practically shaking with excitement on the night he was supposed to come home. You'd lit your favorite candle in the living room and pulled out all the stops to ensure you looked as delectable as he insisted you were.

You'd managed to keep yourself occupied with something on television by the time his keys rattled from the other side of the door, jolting your head in the direction of the foyer.

When the door swung open, you weren't surprised to see Spencer trudge through the door, bag slung over his shoulder and coat draped over his elbow. His footsteps were heavy and so were his eyes. When he saw your sympathetic smile, heard your "hey bub", his demeanor relaxed.

"C'mere," you stood, holding your arms out towards him. He pulled his bag over his shoulders and let it fall on the floor with a muffled thump. Spencer waddled with heavy feet into your arms, melting into your embrace so deeply you had to step back to balance his weight.

"Missed you," he mumbled into your shirt collar, arms tugging you close into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat.

You always prepared for the worst on nights like this- nights when Spencer came home. Knowing how possible it was for Spencer to come home rattled and on the verge of tears, you decided against pouncing the moment he walked in the door.

Tonight didn't seem like one of those days though- you'd learned to tell the difference between a long day and a bad day. But nonetheless you combed a hand through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple.

"Why don't you go take a shower, hm?"

"I smell that bad?" He chuckled.

"No, but I know it'll make you feel much better."

Spencer hummed, kissing your hair before leaving for the bathroom.

To anyone who hasn't lived with Spencer, the time he takes might have been a little suspicious. But you paid no mind- you'd found out when you started showering with him that he was very thorough, especially when he came back from a trip, back from sleeping in unfamiliar hotels and whatever else.

The view that greets you when he comes out, however, is more than worth the wait. You're draped out over the pillows when Spencer comes padding in, donning only a pair of sweatpants that hung criminally low, as if they were taunting you. His hair was always curlier when he got out of the shower, half-wet as he shook it with a towel.

"Feel better?"

"Definitey," Spencer sighed, leaving the towel at the foot of the bed as he crawled up the mattress, draping himself over your body and engulfing you in a hug.

"Spencer, baby, I can't breathe," you gasp, trying to shove him off through your giggles.

"Sounds like a you problem," he snarked, but he rolled off of you anyways.

You readjusted yourself so that you lay flat on your back, setting your phone aside. "I didn't mean leave, jeez."

"Make up your mind!"

"Are you going to come lay with me or not, Spencer?"

Spencer gave an exaggerated groan, but the smile on his face told you you'd won. You patted your stomach, and he gladly laid his head there, hands rubbing comfortingly on your sides.

"We've really got to get out of here one of these days." Spencer said suddenly.

You cocked your head down at him. "What do you mean? You want to move?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, if you really want to we can put that on the table. But I've been meaning to take a vacation- take us on a vacation- for a while now. I could get a whole month off, just for us."

"Yeah, you could. I don't think I have quite that much vacation time stored up yet."

"You could call in sick." Spencer rested his chin on your stomach, gazing up at with you with a playful tease in his eyes. "Say you got mono or something."

"For a whole month?"

"Yeah. And you just so happen to be in France recovering. They'd believe it."

"Sounds like a plan then." You hummed, leaning your head back on the pillows, fingers still threading mindlessly through damp curls.

The silence was comfortable, sleepy, but something else began to slowly creep in. Spencer's hands, gentle as always, had wandered, caressing not only your stomach but your waist and your thighs, making for a tantalizing journey. You wonder if he even knew he was doing it. He was keen on what spots on your body could get you worked up if only brushed.

The answer came to you not long after you pondered the question. He started pressing soft kisses against your stomach, nose tracing over your hipbone.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips before you're aware of it. This seems to encourage your boyfriend, whose hand is now tracing shapes into the inside of your thigh with his opposite hand, fingertips reaching just short of your shorts hem.

"Spence, baby, what are you doing?" You try to make it sound nonchalant, playful, but the suspense has you so on edge it sounds shakier than you anticipated.

"Nothing," he murmurs against the skin of your ribs, where sweet kisses left blooming warmth wherever he left them. The hem of your shirt was pushed up to the neckline- you'd barely noticed he'd moved it- and his mouth was warm and languid over your chest.

The silence was thick with tension, with unspoken electric desire. You felt it in your veins, in every nerve that was awakened by Spencer's touch. When he tugged your shirt over your head, you shuddered. It wasn't the cold in the room, it was the intensity with which Spencer gazed at you. His eyes were lidded with hunger, a burning admiration that sent goosebumps up your spine.

"So beautiful..." Spencer mumbled, more to himself. Awe might have been the closest word to describe the way he stared.

Perhaps it was the nervousness of being watched so closely, perhaps it was how long you'd been hung on a string, you didn't care. You reached out to his face with both hands and pulled him forward into a heated kiss. Spencer gave a groan, hands tugging your waist so that you were pulled onto his lap. You sank heavily onto his lap, causing Spencer to moan deeper. His tongue had slipped past your lips, making the kiss messy and wet and so dirty.

"Baby," you breathed when Spencer finally let you go, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your jawline. "I got you something."

"Oh?"

"Mhm, wanna see?"

"Of course, angel." Excitement coursed through you, and you couldn't help the grin that came with it. You practically leapt out of his lap towards your dresser, pulling from it a silky black cloth.

"Oh, now what is that?" Spencer cocked his head to one side.

"What do you think?" You teased, holding it out in front of him. He's silent for a moment, in thought, until he takes it.

You can't help the 'oh?' that leaves your mouth when he starts pulling the blindfold to his own face. He stops at that, looking at you curiously.

"No, go ahead. I just wasn't expecting that, it's usually the other way around."

"Usually?"

Shit. "I, uh, may or may not have gone through your porn account."

"I know," he said simply. When you blink stupidly at him, his eyes lift in a smile. "I opened it last night and found that something was already being played from the account. So I actually had a hunch this was coming."

You rolled your eyes. "I can never surprise you anymore."

"Oh, sure you can." Spencer stood, miming the way you held the blindfold out to him earlier. "May I?"

You nodded, closing your eyes. The fabric was soft against your face, cool.

"Gonna need you to stay standing, baby, can you do that?" The voice next to you makes you jump a little, and you can feel the breath from his chuckle fanning your cheek. But you nod, and his hands come to either of your arms, adjusting your position. You knew from where you'd started that he was pushing you away from the bed.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers traced along the waistband of your shorts, the area when your skin disappeared and he met fabric instead. It felt like minutes before his fingers had actually hooked into it, pulled them down to your feet. A tap to your ankle told you to lift your feet to help him take them off.

It was strange, being blindfolded. Not just the loss of your sight, but the loss of the expectation of doing something. Anything Spencer might possibly ask of you you wouldn't think twice, but it was nice to have your focus narrowed to one thing, to be free of having to think or do, just feel.

"Relax, you're so jumpy." You swallowed at the lilt in his voice. Normally you'd fire back with a snarky comment, but you were vulnerable, physically and mentally. All you could do was melt, tremble.

Spencer alternated between keeping a hand on you to let you know where he was and leaving you completely in the dark, so to speak. A single touch on your collarbone set the skin aflame, even more so when his palm joined his fingers. For a moment he seemed to trace over you aimlessly, hand holding your jaw and moving your head around, as if under inspection.

The hand slithered around to the back of your head. It served as an anchor when Spencer kissed you, slow and sensual. He wasn't hurried, he was taking his time with you. Appreciating every gasp and huff and twitch, every inch of your body he could use against you. He knew each and every way to string you out, and he was intent on pressing every single one of your buttons one by one.

Your skin prickled in anticipation. You felt barer than you normally did; your underwear was still on, but you were rendered powerless, exposed.

And you could not rely on him for mercy.

"Please..." you breathed, although you had no idea what you were praying for.

"I know, I know." Spencer mused, lips trailing down your jawline, pressing soft kisses to your pulse point. His lips stayed firmly there for a moment, and you could feel it throbbing faster, more intensely under the increased pressure. You're sure that he could feel it too; that that was his intent.

"All in good time, baby." Spencer whispered against the column of your throat. "Trust me."

Spencer's hands ghost over your arms, tracing down with a touch that ever held a double-meaning. It was infused with love, worship, as was anything he ever did for, to, and with you. But there was a mean little vein somewhere in there that said he loved seeing you this way. On edge. At his mercy. A little scared, even. When his palms smooth over your waist, up, down, up, down, you know that he loves you. But he also loves the effect he has on you.

Footsteps signal to you that he's walking, and his hands follow him, letting you know that he was behind you. Kisses on your shoulder give way to strokes of his tongue, up and down your neck.

"Such a pretty body, baby," Spencer murmurs against the shell of your ears, cheek tickling your hair.

Spencer's lips do nothing if not in devotion to you, and this is true now. They press little sparks in between your shoulder blades, down your spine. His mouth reaches lower, lower, until he's kissing along the band of your underwear. His hands slide up the backs of your thighs, trail the junction between your thighs and your ass, tug at the leg holes of your underwear, his nail rubbing against your wide-awake skin.

"May I?" Spencer asked from somewhere behind you. You could feel the smile against your bum, as if he already knew the answer.

"Yes." It was more of a plea than an answer. Nevertheless, Spencer needed no further incentive. The pads of his fingers are rough, a contrast with his worshipping touch, as he drags your underwear down your legs. You were ready this time, lifting your feet before he needed to tap your ankle.

"So pretty," Spencer says under his breath; he seems to have picked up a new mantra. He smoothed his hand over your calf, a tiny reminder of safety and care.

Your entire body is at his command, awaiting any kind of interaction from him. Your thighs flex under his hold. Every vein, muscle, and bone were roaring with blood. You could feel it, and so could he.

"I can smell you, baby," Spencer groans, and from the way it sounded, his face was somewhere level with your ass. Waves of tingling anticipation rolled in your gut.

Fingers tiptoe up the backs of your thighs, tracing little circles around the junction between your thighs and your ass. They trail dangerously closer and closer to your cunt, and every nerve ending in your body is screaming at you how close he is.

You almost sob with disappointment when his hands leave you. You're stood there with no idea where he is, but you're sure he's standing right there, staring at you. You're tempted to reach out for him but he'd probably laugh at you.

Your confusion is eased when soft breath on the shell of your ear and damp curls tickling your cheek greet you.

"I love you," Spencer's voice was muted, but it spooked you a little anyways. You knew that was on purpose, to get you nervous.

But the shock of that was nothing compared to what he did next.

Without any warning, any clue, a firm kiss was pressed to the skin just above your clit.

You crumbled under his touch. Your hesitance to touch him was lost, hands tangled in his hair. Soft whimpers and gasps were replaced with a cry of pleasure and shock.

A call of your name.

"Yeah?" It comes out whinier than you expected.

"Take the blindfold off."

You've never tore something from your body faster in your life. Your eyes stung a little from the sudden light, even if it was dim. But Spencer, even through the seeming brightness, was still as beautiful as ever. Gazing up at you with a yearning lust. Hands hovering over your thighs, shaking as though rattled by some magnetic field of yours.

"Please, Spencer..." your fingers flexed and unflexed over his scalp, and you were surprised the words came out coherent despite your breath being caught in your throat.

No sooner than his name left your lips did he dive into you, tongue ravishing your cunt that welcomed him greedily. There'd been an almost embarrassing amount of slick leaking out of you- a representative of how much anticipation and want Spencer had pulled from you.

It was reckless abandon that drove Spencer now- not calculated or experimental movements. Pure hot pleasure spread through your body like wildfire.

“So wet, baby, fuck. I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re this worked up?” Spencer’s voice is muffled, barely coming up for air as his mouth works ceaselessly, groaning into your dripping folds.

“God, Spencer, ‘m so close, Spencer-“

“Come on baby, cum for me. Cum all over my face, please baby.” He said it with such desperation. Like he was the one begging, the one being pleased so intensely.

You'd been on the verge of an orgasm for so long now, and with his sloppy work against your pussy, it didn’t take much. His words rang in your ears and sent you barreling closer to your high.

When it hit, it washed over like a wave. Intense, clouding your vision. Your hands clutched Spencer’s head for dear life, mirroring the way his hands gripped your thigh, anchoring himself to you.

"Just a little more, baby, please," Spencer mumbled despite you trying to tug him away. His voice was dreamy, dreamier than yours despite not being the one who came.

"Too much Spencer," you whimpered, jolts of overstimulation making your legs twitch and tremble under your weight.

When he pulled away, he looked positively fucked out. His chin was messed with slick, and his hair was mussed over his hooded eyes.

"I think you made a mess." He says, eyes flicking downwards. Sure enough, your thighs were drenched.

"No, you made a mess." You lightly pushed his head as you walked (unsteadily) towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Fine," Spencer sighs. "I guess I'll just go to sleep. In this big lonely bed. All by myself."

"You're welcome to join me, you know." You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

"But I just showered."

"So you don't want to fuck me in the shower?" You questioned.

"I never said that."

~

A/N: No this isn't late idk what you're talking about

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[ahungeringknife]

365: March 31

Eido came around the central planning tent. Her father was bent over the holographic display with Esis and they were deep in talks of some sort. Braldos was nowhere to be seen but it was sunset, the Baroness had probably retired for the night. She sidled up to the display and cleared her throat to get their attention.

"Oh, Eido, we didn't see you there," her father said.

"It's fine. I see you two are busy planning good things for our people," Eido said cheerfully.

"Yes," Esis said, "Its a shame construction needs to be halted until we can run proper infrastructure through the roads."

"Better to do it now than dig up the roads later," Misraaks said.

"Yes and-

"Father it's getting late," Eido interrupted. She knew if she didn't they could early spend all night here talking about their plans. She'd seen and heard Viksiskal come down here scolding the both of them for staying up too late dreaming and not enough time sleeping to enact on those dreams. Eido always thought it was funny to watch the Kall scold her father. Almost like the Kell of Light was some misbehaving hatchling. She supposed the Kall had plenty of experience with that at least.

"Ah, you're quite right. We will pick this up in the morning. Apologies for keeping you Esis," Misraaks said graciously.

"Not at all. This is the most fun I've had in ages," Esis chirped and her lower hands clapped together.

"Perhaps you'd like to join us for dinner?" Eido prodded, keeping her eyes perfectly polite and was very glad her mask was on so they couldn't see the way her mandibles moved suspiciously.

"What? I wouldn't want to intrude," Esis said.

"Nonsense! You're a valued community member and this means you can carry on the conversation and I can force my father to take a break. I believe the Guardians have a saying for it? He is a 'workaholic'?" She used her lower hands to quote it as she had seen Amanda and other Guardians do before.

Esis's laugh was a sweet tittering sound and she put her hand under her veil over her mask to quiet herself. "Eido," Misraaks said with great gravity for the situation.

"If it is no trouble?" she asked.

"No trouble!" Eido cried before her father could say anything. "And perhaps you'll even spare me a moment over my father during dinner," and Esis giggled again. Eido could see her father was getting quite cross with the teasing but she knew he'd forgive her. Esis nodded. "Wondrous. Our tent is this way, if you'll follow me," and she beckoned Esis.

Esis followed her and Misraaks turned off the table and trailed behind. She could tell he was grumbling under his breath.

The Eliksni district had been raised and in its place Braldos' outfit had constructed a tent neighborhood for the time being for House Light. As Kell Misraaks had an especially large one for himself and Eido and was more or less a normal home, be it with fabric walls. The kitchen, so to speak, was communal but Eido had already gotten dinner for her and Misraaks and also Esis and laid it out on the low table for them to sit at. A helpful Ghost had fabricated the table out of pure glimmer and Eido had spent an entire day asking Ghosts about their ability to glimmer hack like that. The inside of the tent was also lined with a thin plastic polymer that allowed it to be about seventy percent air tight. Tight enough for the ether diffuser to keep the air breathable for a moderate amount of time. You still had to sleep with your mask on but one could live in the tent and only bring the mask up now and then to take a breath without suffocating.

She'd gotten dinner for the three of them already. It wasn't anything special. Just some half pigeons for each of them. She'd never had pigeon until coming to City but they were everywhere and delicious too.

Eido showed Esis their home and played it off that it couldn't compare to a Baron's ketch. Esis just said, "You don't live on your father's ketch? I see it all the time on my way here from the Lucent Dawn. It must be more comfortable to sleep without a mask on up there. And you are a Kell's daughter."

Eido played with her lower hands awkwardly. Misraaks was removing some of his Splicer regalia in his room so thankfully wasn't there to give Eido a look when she said, "The ketch is not pressured for ether."

Esis' shining blue eyes went wide. "Really?" and it was almost incredulous. Eido saw her visibly check herself. "Excuse me. I forget myself," she said apologetically. "House Light doesn't have the resources our outfit has," it wasn't a slight it was just the truth. "But we'll change that," she assured Eido.

"I certainly hope so," Eido said and removed her mask as her father came out of his room, dressed down. He no longer wore his Splicer gauntlet or great heavy coat and cape or his intricate mask. He just wore a simple rebreather around his neck but not over his face. Eido did not miss the way Esis' head tilted slightly seeing him. "Great you're ready for dinner," she said to her father. She'd already removed most of her own gear before going to get them and was just in her tunic and wraps, foregoing her helmet and hood and all her extra pouches and belts and things she carried around with her.

"Yes. And I find myself quite hungry after such a day of arguing with Baroness Braldos," he said gruffly. Esis giggled privately and Eido made a soft little trill of a noise. Misraaks went and sat at their table and the two of them quickly joined him. Eido was still waiting to see what Esis looked like under her veil and mask.

Esis removed her helmet as she sat and her veil and mask were one piece she just pulled down. Eido looked at her father for a reaction and was delighted to see him frozen, looking at Esis while she was adjusting her scarf and mask to make it easier to eat. Eido was quietly smug and finally also looked at Esis. Eido wasn't particularly interested in romance with others, or even sex, though she had engaged in both (a secret she kept from Misraaks) but she could still recognize when someone was attractive. And Esis was. She had blueish-purple flesh and carapace and without her helmet you could see all her edges were rounded and soft but not in the way of someone polishing their carapace. Even her mandibles were curved in such a way to appear that her head from the front was a perfect circle and the ridges over her large evenly spaced eyes were small.

Eido would surmise that in a way a human would say: Esis was 'hot as fuck'.

"Thank you for sharing this meal with me," Esis said, perhaps oblivious to Misraaks' staring. "My father said House Light says a prayer before meals?" she asked.

Eido kicked Misraaks under the table gently making him start. He coughed and cleared his throat. "Yes. To give thanks to the Great Machine and our friends here in the City," he said.

"I see," Esis nodded. "Do not feel you must change your ritual for my benefit. I will partake."

Eido offered Esis her hand across the table and grabbed Misraaks' as well. Esis delicately took Eido's hand and Eido's mandibles shivered back and forth in amusement to keep from snickering watching her father fumble just holding Esis' hand for the prayer. Eido closed her eyes and bowed her head when Misraaks said the familiar prayer, giving thanks to the Light, the Traveler, the people of the City, and (a new addition the past few weeks) the Baron's outfit for their aid. "By the Light," Misraaks said to end it.

"By the Light," Eido repeated and let Esis' and Misraaks' hands go.

"I hope this isn't a probing question Esis-

"If you say that that means it is," her father growled a warning.

She ignored him. "But you aren't a Light worshiper are you?"

Esis didn't mind even as she cracked the leg of her half a pigeon. "Not so much. Many in the outfit are machine worshipers. I was raised as such. As you can imagine my daddy is one," she said sweetly. "I did not grow up with stories of the Traveler like I'm sure you did, Eido."

"What about your other parent? The Kell?" Eido asked.

"Baron," Esis said as a natural correction but not upset Eido would call him a Kell. He should have been if everyone referred to Viksis as Kall. "Hmmm. Papa wasn't the religious sort if I am truthful," she said thoughtfully. "Or if he was it was something he did in private. But our outfit does have some Light worshipers and some who worship the Great Machine. But being so removed from it our outfit turned to machine worship."

"Makes sense seeing as your Kall is a Splicer," Eido said, barely touching her dinner.

Esis made a face. "Viksis didn't believe that until he met the Light Kell," she said and looked at Misraaks who was trying to look as dignified as possible while eating his pigeon.

"I don't know how," Eido said. "The first thing he did when he joined our House was learn the names of the Servitors; from them themselves!"

Esis giggled. "Yes. Daddy is a humble sort when it comes to his abilities."

"He says you out pace him but you are not a Splicer," Misraaks said.

"I'm not," she said. "I don't hear the machine speak he can or feel the change in electronics or manipulate the Vex Net like you Misraakskel. I'm just an engineer."

"Just!" Eido cried. "As if you didn't create a Prime Servitor. An extinct machine."

She waved that off. "Viksis helped a great deal in that creation though will downplay his intervention. I simply created the shell that the spark of a Prime could live in."

"If Viksis was the one who did it why did ours not spark?" Eido asked.

"I don't know. I haven't been allowed to look at it," Esis gave Misraaks the side eye.

"I thought the planning of our new neighborhood to be more important," Misraaks said. "And you have risen well to the challenge. You have quite the eye for city planning."

Esis chittered happily. "Thank you. I helped the other engineers plan all the ketches in the fleet for optimal space usage for our outfit."

Eido let them talk about the city planning for a while so she could eat her dinner. Listening to them talk about running sewer and water lines and trenching fiber optic wire was not what Eido would normally consider flirting but the way her father was sitting towards her, making direct eye contact, and using his lower hands to gesticulate was flirting. Especially with the how attentively he listened when Esis spoke. The only people she saw her father listen to so acutely were Ikorakel, the Young Wolf, and Eido herself. Her father was more guarded when talking with Esis while Braldos or sometimes Viksis or another outfit officer was around but in their home he was very open. Eido was glad to see her father getting out there. He'd never done it since he'd adopted her that she could remember but she knew many Eliksni in House Wolves lamented that Misraaks was too busy being a father and Mara Sov's 'stooge' to notice when anyone desperately flirted with him.

They all started when a strange shank appeared in the tent. "What-- where'd that thing come from?" Eido asked.

"Oh-- gosh I'm so sorry," Esis said apologetically.

"Is this your shank?" Misraaks asked.

"No? Yes? It belongs to my friend Fasik. He sends it looking for me when I don't return home at a reasonable time and I've stayed up too late working," she said, absolutely embarrassed."

"Fasik? I've not heard of him," Eido said.

"He's a tinkerer on the Lucent Dawn with me. A dear friend. What time is it?" she asked them. A flap on the shank's top snapped open revealing the time. "It's passed midnight? Already?"

"We kept you," Misraaks said.

The shank bumped gently against Esis' arm. "Yes yes. I know. I'll be back soon. Run along," and she shooed the shank away. It flew back out of the tent. "I had quite a lovely dinner don't think you kept me up," she assured Misraaks. "But I should be going. Tomorrow is an early day," and she leaned over to pick up her helmet.

"I'll see you out," Eido said and got up.

"Thank you," Esis said put her mask and veil back on as well.

Eido left the tent with her. "Esis," she said quietly before she could go.

"Yes?"

"I hope this isn't too forward. Do you have a family?"

"I assume you mean other than my parents and siblings?" Esis teased her. Eido giggled and nodded. "I have a child," she said and Eido's heart sunk a little. "But they're grown and work in the mechanics gang in one of the ketches," she said cheerfully.

"I see. And their father?"

"We're just friends," Esis shrugged. "We thought we were in love but after we had a baby we realized we were better friends than lovers," she sighed dramatically. "Thankfully we were friends or my papa would have killed her where she stood for leaving me right after we picked from our spawn," and Eido could laugh at that and Esis made an amused noise, eyes squinting in a laugh. Then in a kind voice she said, "Why? Did you want to know about Fasik?"

"Uh-- um-- well-

"Fasik is just my friend. I don't have a partner at this time. I'm usually too busy."

"Really I figured as the Baron's daughter you-

"Eido," she said, voice still gentle. "You're a good daughter," and Eido flushed realizing she'd been caught out almost immediately.

Eido leaned over close. "My father is also usually too busy," she told Esis as a secret.

"I know," Esis said and those two words spoke volumes. "Perhaps next time he'll invite me to dinner himself."

Eido's heart jumped excitedly. "I'll drop some hints," she said and they shared soft secret giggle of knowing something the Kell of Light didn't. "Safe passage back to your ketch, Esis."

"Thank you. I will see you tomorrow," and she bowed her head and walked off.

Eido threw the door of the tent open, startling Misraaks who was cleaning up the table. "Eido, you're letting the ether out," he scolded her.

"She's totally into you," Eido said, letting the flap close.

"What?"

"Father, don't play dumb with me."

"I don't have to. I don't know what you're talking about," Misraaks said, putting the chairs back properly.

Eido folded both her arms. "Of course," she said because of course her stuffy father wouldn't admit to something as base as wanting to court a Baron's daughter. Or anyone's daughter. "I'm going to notate what we talked about over dinner before bed," and she went into her 'room' in the tent.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #eliksni #the fallen #mithrax #misraaks #eido

[mr-entj]

Hi Mr. ENTJ, congrats on the new job offer. It's good to hear INTJ and Kobe & Co. are doing well, too.

I'm an ENTJ currently in my fourth year of my Computer Science PhD specializing in Machine Learning/Data Mining, and I know that you know how quickly this field moves. There's loads of advice about how "doctoral programs a marathon, not a sprint" and students need to pace themselves and have work-life balance in order to not burn out. Following these principles, I've made it this far unscathed (in terms of mental health deterioration) and managed to stay in my program.

With luck, an understanding advisor, and low amounts of admin work (emails, meetings-that-could-be-emails, etc.), and good self management, I have been able to work 40 hour workweeks for the most part and stay on track. That being said, I am currently in a period of time where I am increasing to 50 hour workweeks in order to meet a conference deadline at the end of June 2023 (time of writing is mid-late April 2023). As long as I show up to work every day and do my best, I expect this paper will be finished by the time my internship starts. This is fine by me; deadlines need to be met, and I want to continue with my current 5-year PhD trajectory (as opposed to taking longer).

Speaking candidly, I have ADHD and am also Autistic, and maintaining this 40hr/week is critical in preventing the "I wake up in the morning wondering if I've accomplished anything meaningful with my life" feeling that gets in the way of me doing very much at all with my day. I also notice that when I am in the *deep throes* of burnout, my ability to pull back and look at the bigger picture takes a nap and I make myopic, hasty decisions. It's a recipe for bad research.

I've relaxed my "good work-life balance" constraint to simply "do not enter the *deep throes* of burnout". My question is for what lies after this period of time: I will be entering a summer research internship. I am concerned I will not perform well at my internship and will not be able to study as hard for full time interviews as a result of my choices now. Any tips for optimizing this recovery time and post-burnout damage control? Is this an ill-posed question, and there is no way to have my cake and eat it too?

Thanks for your time and consideration, Mr. ENTJ.

You can have your cake and eat it too, you'll just need to endure for the next few months.

Some thoughts on your situation in no particular order:

Get therapy and medication for the ADHD and autism if you haven't already. Mental health issues should never be left untreated especially when you're attempting ambitious and difficult goals. It would be like trying to win a race with a broken leg.

Set strict guardrails to get adequate sleep and nutrition. Don't compromise on either of these two because it'll severely impact performance. During the most intense periods of my life, meal planning worked really well so I could grab and go healthy meals without long prep time. Poor health choices lead to low energy, brain fog, and bad moods. Healthy food/snacks, hydration, vitamins, exercise (even a quick 15 minutes of cardio when my scheduled was packed) made me 10x more effective.

Reach out to the summer internship team and learn more about expectations so you can start planning ahead to manage your time and prepare to hit the ground running. Most summer internships aren't time-consuming and energy draining to the point they'd grind you down to dust. This is because interns require a lot of time to onboard which cuts into the 3-month summer term and they have limited access to information, skills, and experience needed to do more complex work. I wouldn't jump the gun and stress about underperforming without knowing the full scope of your role and responsibilities.

Ensure that you have at least one person from your summer internship who can speak highly of you. In the unlikely event you don't perform well in your internship, you'll still walk away with a solid professional reference to use for future full-time job offers. Pro tip: Companies won't interview every single person at the internship even if you fuck up. As long as they can verify you worked there and you have at least 1 person (more is better) who can speak to your abilities, you'll be fine.

Prioritize full-time job interviews > summer internships if the summer internship has a low chance of conversion to a full-time role. If the opposite is true, reverse that order. If you need to prioritize one of these two, prioritize the one that secures your desired outcome.

Focus on outcomes over input. Focus on the things you achieve, the milestones you reach, and the obstacles you overcome-- not the amount of hours you put in. A few weeks ago I fixed a $5 million problem by clearing up a misunderstanding with a 90-minute conversation. This 90-minute conversation was way more impactful than the 40-50 hours of work I put in the previous week. There's that John Wooden quote: "Don't mistake activity for achievement." Benchmark your progress towards achieving a 'meaningful life' with impact, not input.

#work #school #phd #academia #burnout #internship #internships #entj #faq

[jenroses]

How do people with chronic illness and no background in advocacy or research survive? I know the answer is often, "they don't." But I'm marveling at the amount of executive function I'm having to aim at simply maintaining access to the medications and supplements I need to find existence tolerable, the length of time the system is willing to shrug about severe new pain and the diagnostic tests for it, and the amount of research I need to have in hand in order to have a hope of getting what I need covered by insurance and if I'm daunted, with my background and skill in these specific areas, what hope does someone have if they don't have those skills?

That said, here's a list of things I've found that have helped that were hard to get or challenging to learn about:

1. Topical metformin in lipoderm cream is a compounded version of metformin that can assist in blood sugar control which has few-to-no intestinal side effects.

2. For insulin resistance, a combination of liraglutide and topical metformin has worked better for me than insulin.

3. If you have painful fat on your body (not just fat, but fat that it's very pressure sensitive with trigger points that rival fibro and are frequently misdiagnosed as such) you NEED to research lipedema. My pt does lymphatic drainage that is life changing and drastically reduces pain in reasonably lasting ways.

4. If you go low carb for glucose control, do not rely on almonds as a major replacement for wheat, especially if you also have POTS and need a lot of sodium as the combination is a recipe for kidney stones which suck a lot. Almonds are very high in oxalates.

5. Genetic testing can point out some weird ways in which your body differs from the norm and this may explain weird medication results. For example, long after I realized that swimming pools made me sick and warfarin was a dangerous drug for me, genetic tests discovered that I do not process certain chlorine byproducts normally and that I have multiple genes that cause me to process warfarin very slowly. I'm also bad at turning t4 into t3 which is probably why synthroid was so bad. And we discovered an extra, rare recessive blood clotting disorder. This was from running my raw 23&me thru Promethease.

6. If you don't tolerate a medication, check the inactive ingredients. Things like povidone and sodium lauryl sulfate are used to help solubility but can cause allergic reactions/intolerances. I found this out after years on Xarelto, which was exacerbating my joint pain, probably from the sls. Switching to injectables fixed the problem and I've been more stable on my ra meds since.

7. Not all supplements work as advertised and there are many garbage brands out there but there are also better companies which have quality products and some supplements can be very helpful.

Vitex: chaste tree berry can drastically improve hormonal balance and normalize cycles. This means more regular periods and often less pmd.

Magnesium (doesn't have to be fancy, even cheap mag works) can drastically improve chronic asthma. You don't have to use it instead of drugs, but I found I just didn't need the drugs once I started supplementing a normal amount daily.

Turmeric: I went off this due to the whole herb having high oxalates but the extract form is lower oxalate and the anti inflammatory properties are a mercy for me. I can't take nsaids, but I tolerate turmeric well and it reduces my pain level quite dramatically, improving sleep quality.

Milk thistle products are helpful for liver function and since my liver is always kinda iffy the milk thistle is super important to me continuing to tolerate my medication load. When I was on warfarin the stabilizing effect of milk thistle was quite dramatic and measurable until other factors kicked in.

A negative: if you are on any medications that process through the liver, CBD can be dangerous to your health. This varies by drug and pathway. Natural is not always safer. Do your homework beforehand.

I take other things but those are some of the most dramatic helps. I can do a list of supplement manufacturers I trust if people are interested.

What I currently do for pain is a combination of lidocaine patches, very low dose oxycodone, turmeric, physical therapy, ergonomics, and mobility/accessibility aides. I'd be happy to do a different post just about that.

#advocacy #disability #bodies are difficult

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 70: Bird

Yeaah, wasn't exactly feeling very Magi lately. Or anything. Kinda hard to go back to normal uni mode from a winter break, so I was busy trying to make sense of my sleeping schedule, which, frankly, is still shit, but, hey, I'm doing my best here XD

Also, damn, I really like that new blog theme. It's so readable. For me, at least. No regrets.

But anyway, the actual chapter.

RIP Alibaba's Weapon DE burnt arms, you will be missed by ME, because I thought they were super cool.

Tbh, I don't think it evolved? I've always read it as Alibaba not mastering it fully, actually. I mean, most DE's cover the body better, and later naturally transform into Full-Body DEs. So, basically, it wasn't until that moment that he actually reached Weapon Djinn Equip.

Low blow.

Well, fuck

Very good catch, Morgiana.

Tbh, I don't think they would've died... Or at least, I don't think Sinbad would've died, cuz I think Alibaba could've cushioned him a little, but it also probably would've really sucked for him, too. Like, from that hit, his spine could've broken, probably...

Actually, damn, the fact that Alibaba's didn't break. Or, damn, shouldn't he have some head trauma? By now he probably should've. Anyway, but also I checked the previous page, and from the way he hit the wall, he sort of avoided hitting his head, but god damn, the fact that his spine is fine after this is a goddamn miracle.

You know, I really think it's pretty cool. Just, these two working together. Idk, man, I'm always weak for Sinbad and Alibaba.

It took me an embarrassing moment to realize he was being pulled by Djinn!Cassim's gravity powers...

This entire part deserved to be here. I love how aware he is that he can't do it yet, and just braces himself for a hit... that never comes.

10/10. And the fact that SAHBMAD is commanding them.

When did you get back there.

Also, love how he's so concerned for them, but Sinbad calms him down.

-claps- You go, guys

I genuinely love how desperate the situation is, and how everybody's trying, anyway.

Lowkey made me think about Honkai Impact 3rd's "Everlasting Flames" animated short. There's that quote "We're connected by this sword. It will burn up the darkness to make way for light!". Feels quite fitting.

Like, it has nothing to do with each other, obviously, but I just thought it was fun.

JUDAR FUCKING JUMPSCARE

Like, I genuinely forgot he appears here.

Also, damn, Alibaba gets no breaks, does he?

I love that Sinbad's immediately next to him.

Alibaba, being the normalest guy around: Al-Thamen: Nope, we can't have that.

Jokes aside, yeah, dude's not wrong. Alibaba might be nothing special compared to behemots like Sinbad or Kouen, but he's got an ungodly amount of willpower when push comes to shove, and is smart enought to maneuver himself in difficult situations. Tho the fact that he seems so unremarkable is also to his benefit, since people tend to underestimate him.

But Al-Thamen doesn't. It makes sense for them - they've been running the world from the shadows for hundreds of years. They know that just because somebody might not look like they can amount to much, doesn't mean they aren't capable of it. And Alibaba's given them the proof of it. He went not only against fate they'd envisioned, but also against the one Sinbad had. He is a threat-in-making.

Well, yeah, the situation really fucking sucks. I've said it before & I'm saying it again, I like how Alibaba isn't fucking fooling himself into believing he can do this... but at the same time, he doesn't give up. He has to do this, somehow. He just doesn't know how yet. And it's well in line with his characterization, just like his talk with Cassim about avoiding bloodshed. He doesn't know yet, but he will figure something out. There's too much to lose if he doesn't.

I mean, yeah, somebody had to handle this.

"That's...?"

._.

.__.

Like, bro, what do I say. This fucking sucks.

HIT ITAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I NEED A HERO~!

You know I had to.

#saya's magi reread #magi #alibaba saluja

[thetreetopinn]

My ADD Medication Journey - Mar 15, 16 & 17, 2024

Oops... got distracted by other things (visiting the parents over the weekend). Forgot to make an entry here.

Friday, March 15th

Slept a little better then the previous night. I'd guess I managed somewhere between 4 and 6 hours. Not quite enough for my liking but it was sufficient to get me through the day.

I had taken a sleep aid--some over the counter antihistamines repackaged and rebranded as a sleep aid--and put on some soothing stuff to listen to while I lay in bed. It seemed to do the trick. I hope I don't have to keep taking the antihistamines every night I've taken my ADD medication.

Woke up feeling tired, but I'm used to that. Took my medication as soon as I was able to get something to drink--around 8:30am.

Work wasn't terrible, not as productive as I might have liked, but I did get enough done to still feel accomplished. The workload has eased down substantially now that A) we've kind of streamlined the process a bit and B) the backlog is effectively gone.

There's still some older stuff sitting there waiting for me to tackle it, but it's not super critical, and I've got other matters to address.

Tremors weren't as bad as the previous day, but still enough to notice.

I was able to focus enough on the things that mattered such that the most important things got taken care of.

I left to go see my parents immediately after work. For a not small stretch of the night, mom sat with me to go over my taxes so that we could both be reasonably sure I hadn't missed anything. I'm not super fond of the tax preparation services, and my state doesn't offer a proper free-filing method... because... well... fuck this state.

I got notice that I've been approved for my new apartment, and had to deal with some paperwork with that. More will be coming soon.

Went to bed later than I would have liked, but such is life.

Saturday, March 16th

Had trouble sleeping, but I got something like 5 or 6 hours of sleep I think. I always have trouble sleeping in a new bed, even if it's one I've slept in before, just not in a while.

Not taking my medication on the weekend so that I can guarantee a good night's sleep.

Got up early enough to eat breakfast with dad at a local place. Came back in time for him to go with others to go see a movie while mom and I babysat. That kid has waaay too much energy for me to keep up with.

Energy level was markedly lower than the last couple of days, but not low enough to make me need to nap as hard as I had during the weekends while on the previous run of medication.

Ended up napping anyway, but not for very long.

Finally came back home later than I would have liked but oh well. It didn't take long for me to start feeling drowsy enough to want to crawl into bed. Fell asleep fairly quickly.

Sunday, March 17th

Slept pretty well. Got more than 8 hours, which helped with the sleep debt from the week.

Took the day pretty slow and lazy, didn't have a lot I needed to get done, but of the things I should liked to tackle, I only got some of it done--such is life with ADHD and you don't take your meds.

I ended up feeling pretty tired at about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, to the point where I fell asleep in my computer chair for a little while.

I don't know if it's specifically the sleep debt thing because of the medication, or if it's also a function of just getting older.

Feeling a normal amount of tired as I'm looking at going to bed here in just a minute. Hoping to have a normal night's sleep.

#ADD #ADHD #Attention Deficit Disorder #Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder #Medication #Journal #Smokey's ADD Meds Journey #Family is more distracting than ADHD #Seriously they can't stay focused on one thing #I'm trying to do a thing and they try to drag me off to do another #The kid I can understand because they're a kid #It's bad enough I can't focus as strongly without the meds #Compound that with four other adults pulling me in different directions #And they wonder why I don't visit more often #That and their pretty conservative #I went there just to see my parents but of course more decided to show up #Sister does that all the damn time

[erabundus]

i've  been  thinking  about  the  headcanon  that  ren  has  two  kinds  of  blood  for  no  reason  in  particular.  the  red  blood  (  "surface"  blood  )  which  goes  to  his  extremities  and  other  nonessential  parts  of  his  body,  and  the  purple  blood  —  or  what  filled  the  tubes  that  kept  him  connected  to  shouki  no  kami.  as  mentioned  in  the  original  post,  the  purple  "blood"  is  more  akin  to  liquified  divine  power  and  flows  through  his  innermost  workings.  it's  the  form  the  electro  energy  produced  by  his  core  takes  while  inside  his  body,  and  being  drained  of  it  is  one  of  the  only  ways  to  kill  ren  as  much  as  he  can  possibly  die.  thankfully,  it's  very  difficult  to  actually  wound  him  in  such  a  way  that  damages  his  "vitals,"  especially  for  someone  who  doesn't  know  where  they  are.  (  because  his  anatomy  is  weird,  and  even  being  decapitated  would  only  slow  him  down.  )

however,  assuming  he  does  sustain  a  wound  to  his  core,  and  assuming  he  does  manage  to  stop  the  bleeding  before  he  crosses  the  point  of  no  return,  the  RECOVERY  process  is ...  interesting.

ren  can  regenerate  what  "blood"  he's  lost  in  time.  his  vitals  are  designed  in  such  a  way  that  they  will  continue  to  generate  power  indefinitely  —  even  heightening  production  (  albeit  at  the  cost  of  straining  his  body  )  to  recover  however  much  energy  they  need  until  they  hit  his  natural  cap.  scaramouche's  parasitic  catalyst  actually  capitalized  on  this  by  feeding  on  miniscule  traces  of  his  blood.  using  it  would  fatigue  him,  but  never  to  such  a  degree  that  it  became  more  than  a  minor  INCONVENIENCE.  should  he  bleed  in  even  greater  amounts,  however,  he  basically  experiences  something  close  to  ANEMIA —  or  (  obviously  )  a  human's  reaction  to  blood  loss.   you could call it  low  power  mode.

his  body  prioritizes  recovering  energy  above  all  else,  and  basically  shuts  off  all  of  his  unnecessary  functions  —  or  has  them  running  in  a  more  limited  capacity.  he  gets  very,  very  tired.  in  particularly  severe  cases,  he  may  fall  into  a  COMA.  (  though  with  ren  being  ren,  if  he  still  has  the  strength  to  fight  off  sleep,  he  will.  )  words  come  very  sparse  and  quiet  —  when  he  actually  speaks  at  all.  movement  is  hard;  he  can't  walk,  can't  stand,  can  barely  sit  up,  fingers  gone  too  clumsy  and  sluggish  to  accomplish  much.  all he can really do is exist and wait and seethe a little over the inconvenience. he  also  gains  something  akin  to  a  fever  as  his  body  goes  into  overdrive  to  recuperate  what  it's  lost.

how  long  "low  power  mode"  lasts  depends  on  the  amount  of  blood  lost,  and  whether  he  makes  things  more  difficult  by  trying  to  exert  himself  unnecessarily.  it's  faster  if  he  sleeps  —  but  again,  barring  his  body  forcibly  shutting  him  down,  he  won't  do  that.

#𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝ #blood tw #gore tw #( surprise weird puppet anatomy lesson ) #( ren basically runs on whatever they put in purple glitter gel pens ) #( in the dichotomy of wanderers anatomically being more machine vs more human i'd put ren more on the human adjacent side ) #( but his body has its weird quirks ) #( as for where his core / vitals are actually located well..... :')!! )

[coconutcordiale]

17 q's

thank you sm @double-j @heartsofminds @mothdruid @mandylove1000 for tagging me ily all this was fun!

nickname; mae (it's my middle name)

sign; virgo

height; i literally thought i was 5'2 my entire adult life and then went to my flight physical a few months ago to have the nurse tell me i was 5'4 so let's go with 5'3

last thing i googled; 'hurt locker cereal scene' because it's not enough that i watched the movie last night i now have to watch that scene 10 times so i can write a stupid long fic inspired by it (don't come for me, i know i have other stuff to finish. but for real that scene is brilliant)

song stuck in head; summer in new york- sofi tukker

number of followers; 1044 (i love you guys tysm for following me even though i'm unhinged)

amount of sleep; 6 hours which is low for me i'm a 9 hour kinda gal but i stayed up late watching hell or high water (that movie is so good how i have i not seen it before - my dads been telling me to watch it since it came out i really should listen to him more)

lucky number; i really like the number 39. and 19. no idea why. so my lucky number is probably 9?

dream job; writer (yes i know i'm in flight school don't talk to me it's for the $$ and to only work 3 days a week)

wearing; ptula leggings, aerie sports bra, socks with wine glasses on them (????), tcu sweatshirt

movie/book that summarizes you; oh man this is a loaded question. am i allowed to say new girl? i don't have roommates anymore but the whole running theme of trying to figure yourself out, you and all your friends being too old to act the way you do (ex: my friends are getting a bounce house for their nye party), having to grow up but not really wanting to while simultaneously feeling very old. i'm at the age where most acquaintances have started getting married and having kids but the people in my core group are not there yet (and may never be). a lot of that show hits home

favorite song; SO MANY so i have to give you a few, ones that have stuck with me through the years that always hit no matter what mood i'm in

future people- alabama shakes

arabella- arctic monkeys

late night- odesza

favorite instrument; the cello. no rhyme or reason. i just love it i think it's hauntingly beautiful (see above about new girl summarizing me: i'm nick miller with good hygiene)

aesthetic; very 70s / 80s (but think like, everybody wants some 80s not hairband 80s). i love bright, bold, lots of color, maximalist style. modern farmhouse makes me shake with anger

favorite author; oooooh boy. i'm weird about claiming specific authors because people love to disappoint you so lets go with favorite books

the book of salt- monique truong

a visit from the goon squad- jennifer egan

welcome to my country- lauren slater

confessions of a sociopath- m.e. thomas

i'm also in the middle of devotion- adam makos & flights- olga tokarczuk right now and they're both fantastic

fun fact- i learned how to make latte art years ago??? i'm pretty sure i could deadlift glen powell?? i've been to every us state except 2? i have no idea what i'm doing with my life? do these qualify, idk

no pressure tags- @currentlybradshaw @thewrittennerd @sweetlittlegingy @marsontoast @justfandomwritings @stickxjockey @forever-sleepy-sloth @gigisimsonmars @oncasette

#can i just answer the questions without some sort of commentary? No but thanks for asking #tag games

[frogsandfries]

We went to a farmer's market today. For better or worse, I already splashed out on a very small Kwiktrip run. I didn't buy any soap, pretzels, or cheese curds. I don't know if this is a year-round thing, but hey, summer is just starting. I'll have plenty of time to hoard locally made soaps.

We got back, did some housework (it's a relief and nice not to have to do chores by myself). I ended up only having to mop the hall. My sister swept it, but I'm going to buy some microfiber towels and use those to dry mop the house instead. She had asked me to tape down the co-ax cable. She wanted dibs on the adjoined room next to hers, where the live port is, so now she officially has the better deal, which I guess is fair since she absolutely earned it, but I'm still the older sibling. Anyway, so I taped it down most of the way for now. I'm waiting to see if she has a shelf or something to put over or around or whatever, or what I should do with the remaining length of cable.

I wanted to work on Catbus today, but I don't have enough of this color of bead and there's always a bit of a concern over batch color consistency when having to order beads over a period of time that is anything longer than "all at once". It feels like it's just always going to be difficult to estimate the amount of beads I should buy, even if I can get a rough idea, which I absolutely can do because I'm not freehanding at least this project, I am working from a gridded pattern.

Then there's the issue what I purchased the Catbus colors that I did, solely at a guess that they would be good. Then life kinda happened and focusing on materials for Catbus was a very low concern.

Ugh, sorry. Forgive the rambling. I am so. Exhausted. I would like to cancel my subscription to Tired Daily.

Anyway, I ended up working on Eeyore.

The other project that I'm hung up on, in case you hadn't noticed, was the dumpster fire. I know I'm a little late to the party with that, but I wasn't into beading in 2020 or 2021. The other problem, besides not knowing how many to get, is not knowing if I can afford to buy 150 grams of one color all at once. With a lot of the beads I've been purchasing, that's about fifty bucks. I'm lucky if I can order fourty bucks of beads at once. So why not just get enough to hobble along until the next time I can place an order?

I gotta wrap it up here and go get some sleep. Tomorrow, I'll finish this front leg, and I kinda wanna start the second tummy piece. Soon here, I might have to purchase some polyfill.

I'd love to find a dusty rose color for this little chibi-ish elephant. I should also work up these patterns for these less cartoony, more realistic elephants that I have.

I think I'm also going to adapt Nelco Neco's shrinky carousel. I don't know about you, but what I want to do with it is, ideally, make two columns of horses that go up and down on their poles.

[leagueofdccm]

“I wish I could hate you.” / tilly to negan

390 prompts || @nghtmarish || accepting

HANDS RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE, LONG AND SLOW. A LOW GROAN escaping past twin flesh. Kids, can't live with them... can't live without them. He does his best to keep that temper of his as tamed as possible. But it's also difficult when he is facing his mini-me. Negan ain't stupid. He gets why she's pissed at him, gets why she's being hostile towards him.

But to be quite frank he is slightly tired of the disrespect because believe it or not he is still her dad at the end of the day. Now, he admits he fucked up, but he can't go back and take it back. The ex-savior leader had tried to talk to her, wanting to treat her as an equal... a friend. FUCKING STUPID. That's where he messed up, and he's tired of trying to be a 'friend' It's getting him nowhere.

He's still her father, he still needs her to understand that though she has all the right to be pissed... it's also not fair.

Negan's tattooed fingers comb through his hair out of frustration, his other hand pressed firmly against his hip, he thinks he may end up bruising himself with the amount of pressure he's applying against himself. Feet tapping, anxiety caving in on him. " Listen... " He sighs. " I get it, Tilly. Believe me, I do. I'd hate myself too If I were in your shoes. But I've been trying don't you see that ? " A finger desperately jabbing against his chest right above where his heart lies.

The expression on his face is BROKEN... LOST EVEN. He was once good at this parenting thing... Could even cockily say he should have been rewarded with one of those cups that said father of the year.' Then... shit went down and Lucille had gotten cancer. They thought they could make it through.

She just had to. She couldn't just leave them.... leave Tilly.

GOD wasn't one to grant Negan any favors. NOT WHEN THE DEVIL had longed for Negan to CRACK. It was too late for God to save him from himself, the devil called dibs and it was there, at that very moment where Lucifer started working his magic. crept into Negan's family life, the darkness had wrapped around Lucille's mind.... and settled itself in her sick, sick mind... putting things in her head. Killing herself, making her leave her family behind, like nothing. She was tired, she was so tired but she was once a FIGHTER. Once... she was once... but she could no longer fight along them.

Oh, his Lucille.

After she died... he thought things couldn't get any worse. It did. The devil was there for him... but also wanted MAYHEM. The second he lost to Rick... was the second he felt something suffocating him. Something strange looming over him. Remembers through a blurry vision he thought he saw him. The shadowy-like figure looked down upon him as he was being saved by somebody from Rick's team. He can almost see the disappointment in his demonic features and then things go black.

Being locked in that prison was fucking torment. He didn't know what was going on out there. Didn't even know what happened to Tilly. Didn't ask because he didn't want Rick to taint his thought any more than it already was. Slowly of course he found out more. Tilly was there and that was a relief...

till the voices and loneliness began to SMOTHER HIM. Sleeping was hard, eating made him sick and he begged for those who came down to stop speaking of the outside world. To stop telling him of his daughter... just to fucking stop. Let him die. Kill him. Michonne couldn't and all he had left was Maggie. He prayed for her to come, prayed for her to finish the job. Begged her but she didn't.... and he cried.

Years went on. Rick is gone... life is going on. Negan is now free to roam around, but not freely, he still has limits. But enough to make conversation with those who don't hate him as much. Maggie told Tilly about their little chit-chat. Negan didn't blame Maggie, in fact, deep down he knew she would. He took so much from her, that it was only right for her to do the same.

. . .

" You're old enough to hear this. You ain't a lil' girl no more. That I see. So it's only right If I'm honest with you. " Negan eyes flickering to his leather boots, heart rapidly beating in his chest, his emotions coming down on him, making him feel so fucking small. Taking a deep breath he locks eyes with Tilly. " .... It was wrong of me to want to die while you still being out here. I know you felt like you didn't matter. And you know that ain't true kid. You matter so fucking much to me. The thing is... you-- you weren't there in that cell. You don't understand... and I pray to whoever the fuck is listening that you never get to find out. Being alone with your thoughts is dangerous. It's the worst type of torment you can ever experience. Being down there alone I would start seeing your mom... her- her as a walker. She begged me to come to her, to seek death and leave with her. I- I knew deep down that wasn't your mother talking to me..."

He chokes back, swallowing the lump in his throat. Feeling his heart become heavy in his chest. He feels sick. " .. But it hurt so much. All of it. I didn't have you anymore. I didn't have the Saviors. I didn't have your mom. I didn't have anyone.... yeah, you were out here.. but that's not the same. And then I thought well, maybe If I died you'd be free and you can live your life without having to stick around waiting for me. Don't you get it ? I am only human, I fucked up. We all do and I've been trying my hardest to make it right with you. If you really want me to leave you alone... I'll go. Hell, I'll leave to Hilltop to give you what you want. But just know I still love you. And you'll always be my daughter. I'm sorry, You have to believe me when I say I am sorry. I am."

#nghtmarish #💥◂negan┊knock ! knock !┊inbox ic #Della's queue #tw death mention

[awn-moo]

<[VIDEO ID - PART FOUR OF ???]>

Vic and Ingo are sitting on old station benches, facing each other.

“So, how often do you get to go down in these tunnels? Or get reports of trespassers?” Vic asks, crossing his right leg over the left.

“It’s a rare sight for me to be down here. At the beginning of working for the station, Emmet and I would sneak away down here during lunch breaks. Now, this occasion is the first time I’ve been since then. As for the reports? Quite often. Security catches a lot of people trying to get in. Emmet and I also catch them on security footage. Despite the safety warnings, people still decide to chug along.” Vic nods as Ingo speaks.

“Well, I am thankful for this opportunity we have to be down here. I almost always ask to enter places like this with security. Mostly because I don’t want to get fined for trespassing, but also because I know that safety risk. When Curt told me you and Emmet okayed this adventure, I was so excited. Truthfully, I had expected a no, so hearing a yes drove me into a planning spiral. I uh, I didn’t sleep because I was planning so hard.” Vic sheepishly laughs at that last part, raising a hand to lightly rub the back of his neck.

“Really? I didn’t think exploring took a lot of planning.”

“Oh! Yeah, it takes quite a lot of it. You have to be aware of any pokemon that will potentially be there, safety risks and precautions, what attire is most suitable, what to bring, how many people do you have to watch for, and just, a lot of technical stuff. I know security checked my bag upon arrival, as it’s packed pretty tight. But I’ve got first aid, simple antidotes and potions, backup camera batteries, extra mics, respirators in case of black mold, gloves, and even shoe protectors.” Ingo nods as Vic speaks. In the background, Flit and Luxa can be seen resting next to each other on a bench.

"You are well equipped. How long have you been running along these tracks?" Ingo asks, crossing his legs. Vic hums and leans back.

"Ah, I think it started when I explored Sea Mauville during my Hoenn challenge. So I think around 12 years? So I've got plenty of mistakes under my belt," Vic laughs, "But yeah, after doing it for so long, you start to take planning very seriously. My first actual video of doing this a couple weeks back was rough. I didn't plan and it was my first time recording one of these. I also kind of freaked myself out beforehand." Vic then looks towards the camera. 

"Don't smoke a dangerous amount of weed before going exploring. Be sober, but then again, don't go exploring without taking a buddy along. The most dangerous thing you can do is explore alone." He then turns back towards Ingo, who's laughing softly.

"Good advice. Safety checks are verrrrrry important." Vic smiles and nods.

"Shall we keep going?" Vic asks as he slowly gets up. He stretches a few times as Ingo hums in agreement. 

A voiceover plays as the scene changes. The camera pans slowly across the empty station. Benches with moss are scattered throughout, all in rows facing each other, while a few are missing. Most of the lights are out, with only the few working ones barely illuminating the space. The soft purple glow from Flit illuminates the darker areas as she hovers just out of frame.

“After the small sit-down conversation in the old station, we explored the area for a while. Now, to keep things short, I can’t show off everything we encountered. But after this exploration, we headed back. I couldn’t sense any pokemon within these walls, it just felt so still and silent in there. Being with Ingo and our pokemon helped lift the heaviness. Maybe I’ll try to come back and explore more, but for now, may I see you all again at a later date.”

The voiceover fades away as soft music slowly takes its place. The camera pans to an old ticket booth that sits tucked away in the dark. The next shot shows the inside, as papers sit across the desk alongside an older looking keyboard. There are some low-light vines draping across the ceiling. There are a few more shots of the benches, the flickering lights, and the vast emptiness of the area. At the end as the screen fades to black, a polaroid photo appears. It’s of Vic, Ingo, and their Chandelure. At the bottom is written, “RIP In Peace Curtis Caughner. You didn’t have a Chandelure so you died. So sad ;<”

<[END VIDEO ID]>

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #vics urbex adventure #Urbex Adventures #long post

[blazehedgehog]

That was the first YouTube ad you've run, right? I assume you can't talk specific dollar amounts, but did it pay well? Is this a game changer for your future?

I've had a small handful of offers over the years. One I think I can talk a little about was I got contacted by Raid: Shadow Legends back when they were blanketing all of Youtube with sponsorships.

Since literally half of Youtube was doing ad reads for Raid and I was in a position where I didn't need what they were offering, I felt comfortable saying no. Their offer wasn't nothing, but it also wasn't, like, "this is so much money that I can't refuse."

I'm probably not even allowed to hint at how much they're paying me for this current sponsor deal, but I will say that circumstances are very different for me now and I'd like to get in to a position where I can live more comfortably. That's not to say I'm so desperate that I'll take anything I can get; I actually just had to turn down an indie developer looking to sponsor my next video, and I need recharge time after what a grind the Sonic Adventure 2 video felt like. But I am more open to the idea overall.

What I might be allowed to say is that most of the potential of a sponsorship like this comes from how many people actually click on my offer code and go through with the thing. I did (or will) get paid some amount up front, but the idea is to generate referrals.

And at the time of this writing it's too early to tell. It hasn't even been 48 hours as I write this, and analytics on this kind of stuff can be delayed quite a bit.

All I can hope for is that I did a good enough job.

Advertisers (and possibly the law) generally frown on you influencing too much on the ads you work on, so I probably shouldn't really comment on whether or not I think I did a good job, positive or negative. It was more that the video overall, as a whole, was very strenuous to work on, and I worked through many late nights, weekends, and holidays to get it done, even if that work was occasionally staring blankly at a computer screen and hyper-focusing on worry for 16 hours straight.

The last day and a half has been a lot of emotional highs (buzzing with excitement so badly I couldn't sleep last night) and heavy lows where I don't want anyone to talk to me.

In truth, I won't know the scale of how good or bad things are until probably closer to the end of the month, and then it'll probably be close to another month before I see any of these earnings.

I watched Nerdsync's video on "Whisper of the Heart" during production and I find myself reflecting on it a lot this last week. At the time I wondered if Scott was okay, because there's a lot of talk about the depression that can come with this work and the second guessing yourself and having to depend on others while you chase your dreams... This Sonic Adventure 2 video took a lot out of me in ways I don't think anyone was prepared for and I think I understand that video a bit better now.

Even if it's just a silly technical video that's 50% modding tutorial and isn't, like, this deeply emotional thing, it still felt that way during production, especially as I missed deadline after deadline and the weeks piled up. I feel like this thing took a piece of my soul, somehow. And hard work alone is no guarantee of success.

But I'm going to stop here. There's a lot of emotions I'm feeling about this that are screaming to get out and there might be other outlets for that I'll get around to eventually.

#questions #Anonymous #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #sonic adventure 2 #modding #sponsor

[ihavesomeflowers]

26/01/2023

Today was a relatively good day. Once again, i didn't wake up early, i overslept since i went to bed so late. It's alright though, i still got to do a lot of things today. For starters, i kind of woke up during the morning but i was so tired that i fell asleep again which makes sense. I made myself a baked potato for lunch, it was splendid. I really like potatoes. After that, i didn't do much until the early afternoon when i decided i wanted something else to eat and dragged my dad along with me to buy some food. My uncle runs a store near us so we went there and i bought the things, half of which he gave me for free, so it was really nice. My uncle has a soft spot for me so he's always super nice and i'm very thankful.

After eating some of it, i once again did the dishes. I finished the second episode on Emil which was nice. I enjoyed it, it was quite peaceful. Then, i took advantage of the fact that i was alone in my house and started listening to music a bit louder than usual, which naturally brought me to start singing and dancing and having a bit of fun, letting some energy out. I had a really nice time and it put me in a good mood, specially getting to practice some odottemitas that require some energy, it's a good outlet.

For dinner, i was in charge of cooking for myself and my siblings. It consisted of very simple things and i found some peace while making it. I also had a nice beverage to go along with it, i'm always so happy when i have something other than plain water to go along with my meals. I had a nice dinner while on a call with my partner, so i was very happy to have the opportunity to spend some time with them.

She just fell asleep while on call with me, she has been anxious for a bit of today, i'm very happy i could be here to help a little bit. I really am grateful to have the opportunity to stay with them on times like these. I cannot express the amount of love i hold for this human being, i want to be here for as long as i can, helping them through every high and every low. Is that too cheesy? Well, not like we aren't very aware of that already, i'm just happy to be with her.

This past half hour i've been ranting to them about nonsense as they fell asleep. She said she just wanted to fall asleep while hearing my voice, isn't that the sweetest thing? Enough of that, here's some things i've been wanting to do but haven't really done them the past two months. Practicing cello, doing my duolingo lessons, exercising and cleaning my room. I really hope that by writing them down, i'll be able to gather enough will to do them, i would be really happy if it happened.

That being said, i should sleep soon, i don't wanna be too tired tomorrow aand it's already 1 AM. So, i'll lay down, drink some water and relax while watching Youtube, hopefully i can fall asleep rather easily. So long.

PD1: i like potatoes, i ate two different forms of them today and i'm happy.

PD2: i love the channel Dancing Bacons, i found it like one month ago and i love their videos.

PD3: sorry about no german today, i will leave though with some stuff that i do know, i hope that's enough. Tschüss

PD4: no hay

[sk3tch404]

(Is that a new pfp I see 👀👀 looks nice 👌)

On the topic of Creepypastas, I'm still astonished that they never gave me nightmares. Which is funny, because I used to have like, an average amount of nightmares per sleep, but during my Creepypasta Phase and also after it, I never had nightmares anymore 🤔

Kind of at least, sometimes I had dreams that are very obviously in some sorta horror setting but I never felt scared, a bit unnerved at most, but I usually felt more curious and a bit cautious. Heck, sometimes I get attacked in my dreams but I actually manage to counter the Attacker and come out victorious (Rip to that one Jason Voorhees whom I K.O'd by bonking him with a metal bat, u tried 😔🙏) ngl, I think the possibility of having nightmares terrified me more than my actual "nightmares" ever did, as strange as that sounds O_O

I think the closest thing to a creepypasta nightmare I've got was that one dream I had about The Rake.

Okay so picture this, the setting and atmosphere of the Slender game, in that dream me and my friends went camping there for some reason and we decided to split ways so we can explore the forest (like true horror media protagonists 😔) and I found like, an abandoned silo that was low on the ground with a ladder. So I decided that I wanna see what's inside it and climbed into the silo.

It was empty, I noticed that my flashlight was pretty weak, but before I could do anything else I heard the screams of my friends in the distance, I turned around of course and lo and behold, The Rake was standing right behind me, to be precise, he was blocking the way between me and the silo exit. So I was kinda panicking about how I should proceed obviously, if I did nothing he would probably maul me, but if I tried exiting he would probably maul me too. So we were just having a stand-off there for what felt like an eternity, before The Rake decided to leave out of its on accord for some reason.

I waited for a while after it left and then hurried back to camp to assess the damage. After I found the corpse of one friend, I immediately decided to GTFO of there and ran blindly into the forest to find some way out.

In the midst of running a police officer actually found me and told me that I had to leave (no shit Sherlock) because he apparently found the corpse of my other friend. He ended up taking me to his police car so we could get out.

Except, that wasn't the end, before we could start the car, The Rake's hand broke through the car ceiling and tried dragging the police officer out of the car by his neck. I ended up just moving over to the drivers seat and frantically smashed my foot onto the gas pedal. The sudden acceleration caused the police officer to be dragged out of the car completely, but at that point I was solely focused on my own survival so I didn't give a shit. I finally escaped.

It suddenly cut to a newspaper report about the dead police officer and the ~mysterious forest creature~ that could've caused his death.

I woke up not exactly scared, but just mildly confused and concerned about wtf I just dreamt and why was that ending so jarring- (insert Man Door Hand Hook Car Door reference lmao)

Anyways, have you had similar experiences with creepypastas and your own dreams?

(Also did you ever get my ask with the link to the creepypasta AMVs that I used to watch? I fear it may have gotten yeeted into the abyss by tumblr)

-Ren'py anon

Nightmares per night? I didn't have many nightmares when I was younger, so I don't really have much background knowledge on em 😥

Maybe bc u were super fixated on it, it effected your dreams? Idk that's been happening to me lately.

In normal dreams you don't have a lot of control unless you realize you're dreaming? Personally I just start waking up when that happens (I WANNA STAY IN IT DAMMIT)

Any weird shit could happen and u could just be like, "Well goddamn, ain't that a shame. Anyway-"

That loss kf fear is definitely strange 😭 some dreams are way more lucid for me, sooooo

ALSO YOU FOUGHT JASON???!?!!? NONNY I'D BE SO SCARED. I'VE ENCOUNTERED RISOTTO FROM JJBA AND CHROLLO FROM HXH, AND MY HEART LITERALLY FELL TO MY ASS BOTH TIMES.

Don't make eye contact with Chrollo. Just don't.

But you won SO AYYYYYYYY LET'S GO

And yeah same! The nightmares I've had scared me so bad that I fear that I MIGHT have them.

Have you ever seen some yakuza guy stab a dudes face with a white colored pencil over and over again? God I hope not 💀💀💀

NOT TO MENTION I HATE THE RAKE. IT'S SO UGLY AND CREEPY. IT AIN'T GOT NO CLASS 🙄🙄🙄

Gosh your dream should be a game itself. That camping intro and the, "Come on you guys! Lets be brave and rebellious by searching this big dark forest!"

The stand off with the Rake was scary enough, but the CAR DRAG OUT? AW HELLLLL NOOOO YOU HANDLED THAT WAY BETTER THAN I COULD

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST I GUESS 😭

And can I just say I hate weak flashlights? LIKE WHAT HELL ARE YOU USEFUL FOR? NOTHING.

Ah yes, the newspaper ending. Are you dead or alive? I like em, and this dream of yours knows EXACTLY what it was doing.

Waking up from dreams is always confusing, but you always get to piece the story together through that confusion! It's like a cute little mini game after you've been subconsciously traumatized 😃

Man Door Hand Hook Car Door? Is that the one with the girlfriend in the car and the boyfriends blood dripping on the top of the car? Idk but it sounds spooky >:D

The only 'creepypasta dream' I've had is with Chucky (Yes the serial killer doll, that one) I was like 6, and my mom let him in after he knocked on our front door. He asked us if we wanted to play AND EVERYONE THOUGH IT WAS FUN??!!?!?

I was so terribly scared and cried when I woke up lmao

And yes I did get your ask! I'm just waiting to copy and paste the thing on a computer.

The only computer I use is my school computer and my mom is gonna bark at me for my missing schoolwork if it she catches me using it while school isn't in session 😃 BUT I PROMISE YOU I WILL LISTEN TO THAT DARN PLAYLIST WHEN ITS SAFE AND CLEAR

I also have writing burn out, so that's there too :/

Don't feel guilty for sending in asks though! I'm just glad you're still here to stick around Ren'py nonny :)

God I love talking about dreams because I've had a ton of 'interesting' ones. Especially my most recent one.

#renpy anon #i kept getting hacker nonny and renoy nonny mixed up #HELP #THATS SO EMBARRASSING #But I love you both so maybe its okay #insert the pick me emoji because my andriod aint shit