#I’m coping with the lost of my hyperfixation

[cheeseofthecheddar]

“ITS THEM I SWEAR” I say as they drag me into the insane asylum

[melsmodernlife]

Can we talk about this?

I feel like this gets so overlooked due to the whole “Rescuing me makes him so happy” bit. But I absolutely adore how Crowley says he won’t leave Aziraphale and almost before he’s done saying this Aziraphale is already saying “I know.”

Look, our ineffable duo kind of fail at communicating well (it’s basically the whole theme of season 2 and a consistency of the series so far), but they do trust each other.

I think this is partially why Aziraphale was so shocked by Crowley not following him to heaven. There’s push and pull, but Aziraphale trusts Crowley to play a protector for him and to always come back.

Just look at their fights so far. In particular, they fight about the holy water but Crowley later shows up and saves Aziraphale from the Nazis. They fight twice about running off together during season 1 and both times Crowley comes back to see Aziraphale. They fight about what to do with Jim and Crowley storms off saying Aziraphale is on his own only to return and apologize.

But part of the problem is Aziraphale takes that trust for granted. He constantly pushes Crowleys boundaries, but returning to Heaven was a hard limit. This demon who has put his life on the line multiple times for Aziraphale because of love and trust says no and Aziraphale constantly pushes past that to get his way with the expectation that Crowley will fall in line with him again.

And I say all this to say, Crowley comforted Aziraphale saying he wouldn’t leave him and Aziraphale implicitly believed him. But when has Aziraphale done that for Crowley?

[resha04]

rottmnt fic rec

I am currently deep in hyperfixation over these turtles, and one of my ways to channel it is doing fic recs. My fic reading experience isn't as extensive as most of the fandom, but I want to focus on reccing those fics that don't seem to be as popular! (at least by what I see on tumblr)

(98% is Leo-centric, though)

Enjoy~!

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

Little Scraps of Wisdom by clandestineClairvoyant (series; Splinter & the boys): Lou Jitsu emerged from the lab explosion unmutated, found help in the form of his old friend and lawyer, and the tots live their lives free in the human world. A lot of wholesomeness and generally just feel-good fics that are very well-written, with wonderful OCs.

The Greatest Thing We've Lost by SupremeCommanderOfPencils (multi-chapter; complete; Leo-centric; Leo & Raph): The farmhouse-arc-we-never-got fic. BUT it is not just that. Leo is coping with chronic pain and the loss of a limb, and there's a growing dread (anxiety) in his mind about Raph, on top of all that. The portrayal of his feelings and reactions to all of those problems feel very real and relatable. Honestly one of the best rottmnt fics I've read.

Script by yellowhollyhock (oneshot; Leo & Donnie): Leo is having a not-so-good day and will not talk, but Donnie might just know how to make it better. One of my favorites; it's heartwarming and I especially love Donnie's characterization.

WWLJD (What Would Lou Jitsu Do?) by word_dissociation (oneshot; Splinter & the kids): Several scenes of the early days of Splinter's mutation, how he adjusts to living in the sewers and being father to four boys. The bath scene is my personal fave.

decompress by Tenka (oneshot; Leo-centric, but all the brothers + Splinter + Casey play an important part): Post-invasion fic where everyone is recovering but Leo is focusing more on everyone else's recovery instead of his own. There is a heart-to-heart talk with Raph that involves mind-melding and is genuinely one of the best I've read. The dose of humor and hurt/comfort is just right, and everything is doused in family feels.

I'll let you hit me twice by story_monger (oneshot; Leo & Donnie): Leo got hit with a truth spell, while Donnie got hit with an obedience one. Unsurprisingly, it leads to an important conversation being had. The twins' dynamic is so good here; I love how they have this... system of keeping the fairness in their interaction.

Excerpt: "It was like when he and Leo roughhoused too hard as kids. Don't cry, don’t cry, I’m sorry, look you can hit me too. Hit me back right now; it’s a freebie. I’ll let you hit me twice, don’t cry."

bad blud by bigdamnher0 (two-shots; Leo & Donnie): The one fic that destroyed me. Leo feels like he is left behind, with his brothers going forward with their lives, having new friends, and spending less and less time home. He feels it most acutely with Donnie, and an attempt to fix it with a pair of mystic bracelets backfired - and that's putting it mildly. Honestly, he's trying!! He tried to move forward too, and he didn't have any malevolent intention with the bracelets!!

An excerpt: "There was an ending to this story that Leo could predict. They were careening towards it; by the doorstep of the kitchen, Leo froze with his armful of plates and listened to his family laugh and laugh like they could hear it coming too: the inevitable crash, the moment when Leo’s family stopped being all his—and where would that leave him?"

when I'm nothing new by alwerakoo (oneshot; Leo-centric): In contrast to the previous fic, in this one Leo takes a big step forward in his life. And the entire family is there to support him, including Draxum. This one feels bittersweet and somewhat fulfilling, seeing Leo gets older and wiser and is finally getting his bearing in life.

Fly Our Kites in the Wind by like_theletter (oneshot; Mikey & Leo): Mikey got Leo a new best friend. He's anxious about whether or not Leo will like it or not, though. Very, very fluffy, and very hurt/comfort-y at the same time.

Champion by rbt_lvr (two-shots; Raph & Leo): What if Raph noticed the implication of what Leo said in the Minotaur Maze, and confronted him about it? This makes my heart hurt in the best way.

On Understanding Caring Hearts by ParvumAutomaton (oneshot; Leo-centric): Leo got severely injured in an incident he can't seem to remember. Fortunately, his brothers are all there to care for him. This fic is filled with moments of Donnie being gentle and gently caring, and I relished in it like plant in sunlight. The mystery and the build-up to the reveal is written so well to keep us curious and keep the suspense.

Fafa by KayGryffin (oneshot; Raph-centric): A turtle tot fic. It's Raph's birthday, but it turned out to be a No Day in the lair, meaning that Dad would stay in his armchair and not move for the entire day. Raph tries to not let it bother him, and he does so well—too well—at putting his brothers' care above his own feelings. All the boys are trying, honestly, in their own ways. Fluffy, heartbreaking, and heartwarming all at once, and a humane, realistic portrayal of children and depressed parent

[mrs-explosionn]

((Obligatory Pinned Intro Post))

Hi there! ✨🤘🏻I’m Catherine and I’m actually entering the Metalocalypse fandom after 13+ years of not really telling anyone! I have other special interests, but I’ll keep the posting dedicated to the Dethklok boys and some original ‘totally metal’ artwork. I draw stuff, listen to music constantly, play a lot of video games, and I’m trying to get back into playing music/singing.

I like to think I am Nathan Explosion’s wife, but I’m trying my hardest not to be weird about it- I’m chill, I swear 😅😅🖤🖤but for real, I’m just here to goof around, post art, and be silly with other Nathan/Dethklok fans, this is a very unserious sanctuary🫶🏻

(Wee bit more about me + the blog under the cut, but a content warning - mental illness, breakups, death mentioned)

I started this blog to cope with the worst breakup of my life after a difficult living situation, and realizing how many years I’ve lost to severe mental illness. I’m normally a pretty private person due to fear but I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and what I’m doing with my life. I want to share my interests with people and I just want to stop being anxious or embarrassed about things I’m passionate about

I felt really alone when I was younger, at school, at home, and I would watch Metalocalypse and wish the boys were my awesome friends. I did have 2 close friends in high school, but they just kinda ‘didn’t get’ Dethklok, or I just didn’t really have the energy to share.

Well now I’m back for a third hyperfixation go-around and I’m not holding it in anymore📢📢

Not to sound ‘brutal’, but I could (go forth and) die at any point from anything (my allergies, falling pianos, meteors, etc.) and I am just done worrying myself sick, wasting years over things that won’t happen, past trauma that’s not happening anymore, religious anxiety, people I don’t know or people that don’t exist. I want to live and not care what anyone thinks of me. I hope this blog helps me heal.

But yeah, welcome to my cesspool of weirdness! Stay brutal!💀

[marifilue]

M A S T E R L I S T

Logan Howlett

Series:

What Makes Us Human

One shot:

Affectionate

Jeopardize

Gravity

Unraveled

Waves and Whiskey

Bite Me, I Dare You

I Gotcha Darlin'

Fractured

Matt Murdock

One shot:

Attempted

Aftermath

Welcome to my secret lair of words and hyperfixation!

I’m Zoe, a 21-year-old medical student from third world country trying to survive exams while secretly living a double life as a fanfiction writer. My friends have no idea, so let’s keep this between us, yeah?

I write to cope, and much of my writing reflects my own life and the people I occasionally associate with. Currently lost in the Marvel universe, and I’m taking you with me.

[solifugae44]

As much as I hate how Aomine is portrayed by the fandom, I would still rather take him as a cold asshole with trust issues over a pathetic loser simp with no self-esteem who can’t see the world without his lover. Like, bro has too big of an ego for that.

I get that this might be one way to portray his depression—since he was very lonely, and lonely people tend to obsess over others (which is actually biological; your brain tells you to cling to someone because loneliness signals that you won’t survive alone). But Aomine is a true egoist. He always puts himself first, and I just can’t see him in that role.

He would never beg for attention. He’s the type to leave you without a word if you hurt him because the first person he loves is himself. He would NEVER, EVER degrade himself for others, and he would never choose someone else over himself. Because if he did, that wouldn’t be Aomine anymore. What makes Aomine attractive is his personality. What makes Aomine Aomine is that he is always number one in his own life. So no, he wouldn’t risk his basketball career just because he loves someone. XD Love isn’t that important to him—his only true love is basketball.

(I feel like the Joker right now.) But SOCIETY OMG sold you the idea that romantic love is the most valuable thing in life when, in reality, self-love and passion are much more important. For someone aroace like me, this is a joke. If you invest more in someone else than in yourself, you’re going to end up alone with nothing. You’ll lose your attractiveness.

He’s an egoist, and there’s nothing wrong with that! He doesn’t need character development for it! Society likes to paint egoism as a flaw, but it really isn’t. They just don’t want people to grow and focus on themselves; they’d rather turn you into a people pleaser who doesn’t cause any trouble.

This is exactly why I love Aomine the most—because no matter what, he always holds his head high. He is HIM. He has an undeniable sense of self, strong values, and unwavering dignity. Even when he’s wrong, a king without a crown is still a king. PERIOD.

He’s not your typical sad boy, all “Oh, there are so many better options than me, I don’t know why you picked me🥺”—HE KNOWS HE’S THE BEST OPTION, OH MY GOD. Even though he’s aware of his flaws, his self-confidence is impeccable because being aware of your flaws actually gives you confidence.

And GOD, I hate how some people treats self-degradation as a sign of character development when it’s the complete opposite. That’s character regression, if anything.

I absolutely DESPISE this kind of mischaracterization. It makes me question whether people even watched KnB or if they had their eyes shoved up their asses the whole time.

Of course, this kind of portrayal can be done well, but it just doesn’t fit Aomine at all.

He wasn’t depressed because other people called him a monster and isolated him (though that didn’t help). He was depressed because he couldn’t grow. He stopped developing. He wasn’t challenged anymore. His depression started with himself. Most people get this wrong because they project their own experiences onto him. But Aomine was in an inhumane position—no one could surpass him. His problems aren’t something most people can relate to because Aomine’s struggles are the problems of less than 0.01% of the most outstanding humans alive. He was simply too good. He was more than just human.

And if we all agree that Aomine canonically has ADHD, then everything makes even more sense. He lost his hyperfixation. He was bored and lost his thrill, his passion. And also people with ADHD don’t miss people (shoutout to all the neurodivergent girlies <3).

(I’m writing this post to cope). I’m a writer myself, and I can say that most of what Aomine does in my fanfics is far from canon—and that’s okay!!! Everything made by fans is fanon, not canon, so I hate when people act like their version is the only correct one. That’s just your interpretation of his character.

[ydsurluvhsm]

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anime is my love language and sparkles are my coping mechanism

this blog is my safe lil corner of the internet~

･ﾟ♡ fairy tail was my very first anime (10+ years ago… help) and it still has a chokehold on me. i adore the loud silly main shonen boys who fight god and cry in the same breath (natsu, yuji, naruto… yes i have taste).

･ﾟ♡ jujutsu kaisen ruined my life in a ✨beautiful✨ way and suguru geto is my literal wife. i do NOT play about satosugu.

･ﾟ♡ i grew up on sailor moon and shoujo sparkles and now i cry over magical girls and men with cursed techniques.

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♡ fandoms you’ll see here ♡

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– sparkly shoujo & silly shonen things

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heisei retro shoujo • sadgirl pixels • sparkle gifs • 2000s soft webcore

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i’m 18+ and this is a comfort space for other fandom ppl.

no hate, no weird vibes, no discourse. just vibes, sparkles, and anime yelling.

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♡ one last thing ♡

the past 4 years have been so hard. quarantine sent me spiraling and i lost a lot of joy… but now i’m slowly coming back to the internet, fandom, and the things that feel like home. if you’re also here healing and hyperfixating—hi. i see you. you’re safe here.

let’s cry over anime together

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[biccyssafespace]

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[machinesonix]

Dune 2 is out, and as a huge fan of the franchise I am in a semiferal state of hyperfixated fervor. I’ve been reading the book again as a coping mechanism, but it has been sort of difficult finding a social outlet for it. See, there is a lot of fascinating worldbuilding that isn’t in the movies and a lot of messianic philosophy that isn’t quite summed up by ‘well actually it turns out Duncan is the real Space Jesus.’ My wonderful girlfriend suggested this metablogging thing might be a better way to get my fix than stopping strangers on the street with a passion for science fiction easily mistakable for radical Islamic fundamentalism so HERE WE GO

One thing that kinda blows my mind reading through Dune is how both movies have given us radically different portrayals of Baron Harkonnen and how both of them are totally believable in the context of the original text. If you’re not familiar, the new sexy Dune gives us this raspy Kingpin type Baron that wades around in a bunch of unsettling fluids with this villainous gravitas like a fascist hippopotamus. In David Lynch’s 1984 Dune we are still dealing with a caricature of obese evil, but he’s just so goddamn jolly about it. He’s giggling and spitting and cavorting around in antigravity while Games Workshop writers take note about how everyone loves his boils. These depictions are so opposite to each other that seeing them both in the text is giving me this weird double vision.

I think the reason is this beautiful context we don’t really see in either version of the film, and that is the psychopath mentat Pieter DeVries serving absolute cunt with his exposition. It’s a worldbuilding thing. The Baron has a 15 year old Feyd-Rautha watching his uncle to learn a thing or two about statecraft. Pieter is a twisted mentat, which is like a human computer with an OS optimized for human rights violations and he is just having none of the Baron’s shit. He flaunts his expensive drug addiction, offers to dance, and repeatedly reminds the Baron that he was too stupid to have come up with this Snidely Whiplash shit by himself. Pieter correctly reasons that the Baron will have him dead as soon as he has outlived his usefulness and that his attitude isn’t going to be much of a determining factor. For now he is very confident that he remains useful.

So eventually Feyd is like ‘Uncle, I’m just watching you argue, I could be playing GameBoy right now’ because GameBoy is what Feyd-Rautha calls the guy with needles for teeth that he hunts through the steam tunnels. And the Baron goes ‘Ah, but you are learning something. See, one of the great things we lost during the robot jihad were Excel spreadsheets that weren’t little bitches.’ And that’s where it gets me. I can’t tell if this is an impatient mastermind flexing his general obesity or a plague-clown who invited his sassy laptop in to make everyone watch his sick burn. Maybe those aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it’s not that weird and it’s just David Lynch brain poison leaving its indeliable mark. 

Mostly I think it’s a profound tragedy that we don’t have an on screen adaptation of Pieter DeVries going full fucking Starscream. Like yeah, we see some animosity but we as an audience have been robbed of seeing a dude who can do orbital physics calculations in his head acting like he just figured out nothing actually happens when mom finishes counting down from ten. As a millenial STEM graduate, I feel a deep sense of empathy for this human calculator vocalizing to his employer that he hopes his home burns down. 

[phishenator]

Grimsley headcanons

Bc hes my fav

•Of the e4, youngest at 23

-25 in Alola, Bro aged horribly

•Bi yet no one wants him 💀 I’m subscribed to ftm Grims but vibe with cis & non-binary hc

-Specifically Biromantic, Demisexual

•Height hc, about 5’8” - 6’

-Cait and Marsh are both taller than him tho

•Born in Galar, Moved to Unova with his mom after the family riches lost incident

•Uncle to Piers and Marnie

-Marnie has Grims wrapped around her finger, not on purpose tho

-Actually the one who inspired Piers to become a musician

- Does anything he can to make sure the two have better family relations and life than he did

•He has some HEAVENLY vocals, doesn’t show it off much unless it's like karaoke night

-Actually knows how to play a good amount of instruments, all are classical instruments

○Bc lets be real are you really from a fictional rich family if you don't know at minimum a piano?

•In Alola for rehab on the gambling addiction coping mechanism

-Maybe even some (forced) PTO

○Look at those eye bags and white hair and tell me no one in the league forced him to use his vacation days

○They saw him without concealer and hair dye ONCE and sent him away 💀

-Alternatively he ran away to Alola and once the others locate and find him they’re all concerned for his mental health then he’s forced into therapy

•Found family Unova Elite four btw

-Maybe a bit of poly

•He surprisingly has the most amount of stored up vacation days

•Sleep schedule doesn’t exist, relies purely on cat naps throughout the day

•Likes cuddling more than his ‘Sly and mysterious semi-evil gambling man’ persona shows off

•Some of the worst vision known to man, Wears contacts

-The others all saw him wearing glasses once bc he ran out of contacts lenses and they all felt so betrayed

•Corvid instincts, Somewhere is a drawer filled with trinkets and shiny stuff

-Gifts them to friends

○Misc. Hc that Burgh with the trinkets uses them in art pieces

•If DnD did exist in their world he would secretly obsessed

-The rest of the e4 + Alder/Iris find out and make a campaign, Shauntal as DM

•Despite what the general public would believe, Grimsley can cook a damn good meal

-Never tends to cook unless the others beg him

•Secretly a huge fucking nerd

•ADHD and ykw prob autism

-Hyperfixates. Reason he’s a dark type trainer? He saw a dark-type once once as a kid and went “Yes.” So many drawings and hours of research.

-Fidgets a lot, fidget toys, shakiest leg known to man whenever he’s sitting, plays with his hair when stressed, plays with his coin between his fingers whenever he’s nervous, etc

○Yes the other e4 + Alder/Iris has had to physically stop him from pulling out his hair

-Sensory issues, hates washing dishes in particular (He’ll do them but he’ll be internally screaming)

-That ADHD paralysis kicks and kicks HARD, on those days his pokemon try to comfort him, if any of the other e4 see him like this they try to help him with tidying up, eating, etc.

-Has a lot of secret plushies and other soft things for comfort items

•Had to force himself into developing social skills, both due to his family issues and being considered the "weird kid" (kid w/ mental disorder, in this case) at school

-Both of which made him basically end up masking all his emotions with the more calm, quiet and confident Grims we know

•It's hard to get the actual truth from him. Paranoid abt how the people he’s close to knows when he’s lying. So instead toward those people he says the most unreasonable obvious lies possible

•So much hidden anxiety it’ll give a wimpod a stroke

I’ll stop here bc if I kept going this’ll be an hour read at minimum

Ik these are all pretty common hcs for Grimsley but uh im unoriginal ig idk

[winxanity-ii]

hey! here to say i’m sorry for the hate and vitriol you received from people angry the character wasn’t white? it’s funny because most media and the world is made for them so to get angry at the few things that aren’t? very entitled but also very fitting for white people

okay, i've been waiting for another ask like this to be sent becasue i'm too shaky to go back to the ones i've had sitting in my inbox for weeks😭, this might be a bit long, but bear with me, i can't help but making sure all points are covered.

so please, welcome how one of my character development moments came to be.... (p.s, sorry for the meme reactions they help me cope/try to remember the entire thing in a more humorous light 🫶🏾)

so basically, the entire issue that pushed me to lashout/get defensive/etc, was because i naively assumed that my thought process would be understood by everyone that came across my book, but in truth, it was more of a miscommunication issue that was exasperated by my using of random signifiers/hair types.

the miscommunications was when some assumed that by me giving the Reader has red hair and yellow eyes, i was assigning characteristics/making an OC, when in reality, i just gave Reader the main characteristics makima—the character who the whole personality is based on—had, which is: red/aurburn hair and yellow eyes.

now, this is where everything went down hill...

see, i tried to do this thing where once in a while, the readers skin tone/hair type was mention/hinted in an insignificant way, like saying:

"You pulled your hair into a bun, the soft curls tangling around your fingers in almost playful resistance; with an annoyed huff, you gave up, letting it fall however it wanted to."

or

"He grabbed your hands, captivated by the way they seemed to fit perfectly in his, unable to stop the adoring comparison; they were smaller than his, the warmth of your sun-kissed skin contrasting softly against his paler shade."

at random, like one moment it'll be curls, the next, straight, etc. ya know? but i also was kinda (read: was in fact) practicing my writing skills overall.

i adore reading—it's one main hyperfixation—so i just wanted to create what i've never had. and my writing style allows me to share this with those who've always felt the same, yet never had the guts/confidence to do it themselves...

anyways, getting back on track, combining the two, i had NUMEROUS angry/upset comments on all the platforms i posted it claiming that i was fishing for reads with a 'fake Reader' and how i needed to put blatant disclaimers that this was a Black OC—yes, you read that right ALL: wattpad, ao3, here, and quotev (especially quotev and here👀).

now, i understand the first part about fishing for reads by using an OC—i've had my fair shares of reading and going "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!" when getting duped by a good ass fic—but what lost me was that there were more anger about it being a 'Black OC' instead of just being an OC at all 💀💀 like WHAT???

i was so confused (and a bit pissed) because there's no way someone the word 'tan' or 'brown' and automatically assume 'black reader' as if other racial minorities doesn't exist.

like, if i really wanted to make a black reader i would have done way more effort to showcase it, not use a flimsy word or two, but let me stop here before i make an entire essay 💀

also, i'd like to give a small apology first on behalf of not communicating better; like stated before, i'm new to the sudden boom off attention and did not know how to properly deal with an huge influx of commentary.

though i knew it shouldn't have bothered me, the more negative ones stuck out more, so i distanced myself from interacting in general so i wouldn't have to see them at all.

i'll still be distant, but i'll do better at showcasing my appreciation in other ways ❤️❤️

but yeah, that's what happened, but no worries, i just had to suck it up, take a lil break and get back on my writing shit 😎 bad days don't stop these 'tismic delusions ❤️ see you guys soon...

[salsdemonposting]

Been doing a lot of TPN stuff recently, so might as well do a sideblog dedicated to it–

Sup! I’m Sal (they/he), a writer and drawer. My main artblog is @sallertiafabrica (mostly post Ladybug PV there), but I’ll be posting my TPN-related stuff here to keep things organized.

The plotbunny that pushed me over the edge of hyperfixation is a slightly different take on the Wish (it still involves erasing Emma’s memories, I just went about it in a different way) and a rework on how the human world works to make it more like our own world, since I think that offers more interesting narrative opportunities for the kinda challenges the kids went through.

Fics on this AU (the underlined words are links):

Missing Connection - My version of Emma’s first few days in the human world + how I recontextualized the Wish

The hippocampus is where events in your life are stored. All the previous experiences that shape you. When you need something recalled, it is set into action, and the memory travels to your frontal cortex.

But what happens when that connection is severed?

Dear Old Me - Emma’s two years with Alex, told through diary entries addressed to different versions of herself (either her “Future Me” that might lost her memories again, or her “Old Me” as she wonders who that was)

A girl without memories writes to her other selves about her life.

And of course, the multi-chapter I’ve been wanting to write since this idea first popped into my head:

Echoes - Kind of a fix-it post-canon fic (since I Didn’t Like how it was executed at all lol). I’m just taking the basic concept of “Emma lost her memories and it took two years for the others to find her”, injecting in lots of identity issues, trauma, and grief, and running with it. Also, this’ll go rayemma cuz I’m very biased, but I also plan on focusing on others’ relationships and how everyone’ll cope with the situation.

After two years of tireless searching, Emma is found in the middle of a marketplace of a nowhere town. Except, she isn’t quite the same Emma anymore.

This’ all for my pinned post, I guess. So– ye

[mrs-explosionn]

(Better) Obligatory Intro Post

🩵 My name is Catherine, she/her (cis woman), age 25, bisexual, white

🩵 This is a Metalocalypse only special interest blog, for Dethklok and my yumeship husband Nathan Explosion.

🩵 I understand English🇬🇧 and mid level Swedish🇸🇪

🩵 Pro-LGBTQ+, Pro-trans rights, Pro-Palestine, anti-racism. If you disagree, please block me.

🩵 NO “maps” or n*zis or bigoted/creepy crap

🩵 NO pro/compshipping, please

🩵 I draw stuff! Mostly character art/studies/memes of Dethklok and Metalocalypse related junk/self-inserts.

🩵 I DO NOT post/reblog NSFW/explicit but there may be a shirtless man or “suggestive theme” every so often. I guess 15,16+ for the content would be a good reccomendation? (Rated T for Teen?) Basically nothing more explicit that what is seen on the show. My drawings may also have some minor blood (no extreme gore like the cartoon) and catholic/satanic imagery/symbolism if those bother anyone. I have no other socials that aren’t completely seperate/ private. I am trying to be less shy with my special interests.

🩵 My ask inbox is open! (Please be kind)

💕Yumeship details:💕

🩵 Ship name: Natherine/Heartsplosion

🩵 Status: Married (privately)

🩵 Sharing/Doubles OK?: Yes! I must connect with my fellow silly Nathan stans

Stay metal, keep fighting. 🤘🏻

((Some Extra blog lore under the cut, tw: mental illness, breakups, death mentioned))

I have loved Dethklok/Metalocalypse for 13+ years now and never really admitted it. I started this blog to cope with the worst breakup of my life after a difficult living situation, and realizing how many years I’ve lost to severe mental illness. I’m normally a pretty private person due to fear but I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and what I’m doing with my life. I want to share my interests with people and I just want to stop being anxious or embarrassed about things I’m passionate about. I am very weird and also listen to music constantly, play a lot of video games, and I’m trying to get back into playing music/singing.

I felt really alone when I was younger, at school, at home, and I would watch Metalocalypse and wish the boys were my awesome friends. I did have 2 close friends in high school, but they just kinda ‘didn’t get’ Dethklok, or I just didn’t really have the energy to share. Well now I’m back for a third hyperfixation go-around and I’m not holding it in anymore📢📢

Not to sound ‘brutal’, but I could (go forth and) die at any point from anything (my allergies, falling pianos, meteors, etc.) and I am just done worrying myself sick, wasting years over things that won’t happen, past trauma that’s not happening anymore, religious anxiety, people I don’t know or people that don’t exist. I hope this blog helps me heal. But yeah, welcome to my cesspool of weirdness!

[mycomori]

i miss the comfort of my hyperfixation. i miss when i could see something related to it and not feel sick. i miss when i could think of crime and smile and cry and cope through my life and ive just lost that ive completely lost it fucking hurts to even think about it and it doesn’t help that i’m struggling in every way rn and i just wanna drink on friday so bad but im supposed to start my meds and get sober and loose weight and get my fucking life together so i can go to school but im so overwhelmed and so exhausted and i can’t even go to the things i once looked to for comfort i can’t even think about them all i can do is loose myself in books and watch reruns of always sunny while i feel everyone and everything in my life slowly dissipating.

[futureglassbloom]

So for those unaware, if you take a peak at my blog, you will see there tends to be two stories I tend to focus on the most, and then a bunch of outliers. The two most prevelant are The Promise of the Cherry Blossoms, and the triple gen story.

The promise of the cherry blossoms, aka basketball story, is a story about a high school basketball team. The main themes are there’s more to others than what’s on the surface, as well as second chances, change, and growth. The story focuses on every member of the team at some point, and everyone is intended to have just as rich and complex stories as the others. Initially, the protagonist was supposed to be Yuta Ito, but he has since lost his role as protagonist. Now there is none, so it can focus on each character and their unique story without having to worry about tying in a protagonist to each one. It’s clear that I have favorites in the cast though, you will likely see a lot of Hotaru Ibe and Ryuunosuke Itori, as their stories are my favorites to write about (Ryuu’s is also probably the darkest out of every story however). Other favorites include Yuta, Kiyohiko Suzuki, Seki Matsuda, and Kazuha Yumeno. Despite the fact that you’ll probably see these characters most often, the story contains at least 14 characters that I wish to focus on at some point. The plots can vary greatly, some focusing on stuff as simple as a crush, while others can get as intense as coping with ptsd and gang violence. Most stories however, tend to focus on identity in some way.

The triple gen story is very different. It’s a massive story that spans across three generations of a family tree in a fantasy realm. The family tree goes Naga Delirium (gen 1) + Solum (gen 1) = Uri Glassbloom (gen 2) + Yuu Mizuno (gen 2)= Future Glassbloom (gen 3). Future is one of my favorite ocs, hence why he’s the poster child of this blog. Each story is very conceptually different, but are connected through these characters relations. Gen 1 is a classic middle grade book style fantasy isekai, about a kid who doesn’t fit in getting whisked away to a magical world and discovering that’s where they were meant to be all along. There’s a lot more to the plot than just that, but it was essentially created by 11 year old me as wish fulfillment. The protagonist is Nobody Snaphook, and their companions are Lou, Solum, and Naga Delirium. I don’t work with this Gen of the story much, but Naga is my favorite to draw out of all of them. Gen 2 is a lot more in depth, and is set in the fantasy realm around a magical library and it’s apprentices and is a good vs evil story. All of the characters have their time to shine based on who I’m hyperfixating on at the moment, and the protagonists are Yuu and Izumi Mizuno, and Uri Glassbloom. There are tons of other characters though, such as Roman, Migi and Hidari, Obsession, Sayuri, and more. Gen 3 is arguably my favorite, and is a lot more complex both in lore and in plot. It’s a multiverse story, but not in the popular style that’s permeating the film industry rn. It’s about a boy, Future, traveling dimensions for years and years attempting to get home to his family with his two friends, Kim and Piper Antsy in tow, all while being hunted down by a mysterious spider shape shifter and someone from Kim’s past. It’s a story that revolves mostly around internal conflicts and one’s relationship with themself among other things. Which story I work on most totally varies, but it can be expected that Gen 1 will likely get the least attention lol.

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

Adrenaline Rush

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie uses the adrenaline rush he gets from being on stage in all the right ways.

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI) Smut (Unprotected PinV sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, come eating, oral F!receiving) Explicit language

A/N: Well hello new hyperfixation. Thanks to @acrossthesestars, I have fallen deeply for this doe-eyed fool. This was written as a coping mechanism.

Corroded Coffin sold out regularly. 

They were one of the last real rock bands left. Or, at least, that’s what Eddie tells you. It's what he'd told you since you'd started dating years ago. You had been there when they still practiced in a garage, doing local shows for nothing but free beer. And now they had studio appointments and packed concerts. 

You were in the dressing room with him as he prepared for the show, watching him go through his routine from your perch on the speaker box. He wrapped a bandana around his head to hold back his unruly curls and the jeans he tugged over his slim hips were ripped in all the right places, tight as hell, and made his ass look amazing. He had on his old D&D shirt, ‘Hellfire’ printed across his chest, under a red flannel that you knew he’d lose as soon as he finished the first song. His feet were clad in black Doc Martens and to top off the look, his black leather jacket was strung across the back of his chair. 

He was absolutely fucking beautiful. 

A knock at the door startled you out of your staring, a frazzled PA peeking their head in and telling Eddie he had five minutes before show time. He thanked the guy, sending him on his way before reaching for you. His rough hand in yours sent a familiar chill up your spine. “You okay, pretty girl?” He asked, his big doe eyes full of concern. 

You gave him a sweet smile, lifting up on your tiptoes to place a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m great, Munson.” Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you looked up at him from under your lashes, knowing it drove him crazy. 

“A tease of the worst kind,” he laughed, his hands drifting down to your leather skirt clad ass, pulling you into him. “How are you gonna get me all worked up before a show?” He pouted, grinding against you, fingers drifting up to dig into the meat of your waist. 

A bang on the door said his time was up. He groaned, releasing you reluctantly. 

“I’ll be in my spot waiting for you, rockstar.” The words were barely out before he was crashing his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue between your lips to tangle with yours. 

You could already feel the heat gathering between your thighs. It didn’t take much. Eddie could easily turn you on with a look and he knew it. Show nights were different though, there was always something electric in the air that made him feral, wild and primal in a way that he normally wasn't. 

He stepped away from you, even though all he wanted was to ruck up your skirt and have his way with you. Leaning forward, his lips connected with the shell of your ear. “Be ready for me when the show is over. The only way I want to unwind is between your thighs.” 

He left you dripping wet in the middle of the room, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache, and threw you a wink as he walked out the door. 

The band was on fire, playing hit after hit. Screams from the crowd could be heard miles away. You watched from the side stage as Eddie lived out his dream, the way he was always meant to. You always knew he’d make it, even when everyone else told him it was a lost cause. You believed in him, you would never stop believing in him.

Bidding the crowd good night after the third encore, Eddie made a beeline straight toward you. He grasped your wrist roughly and kept walking, his dark eyes staring ahead. His dressing room appeared in front of you and he shoved you inside, slamming the door behind him. It was a small room without any real furniture. It didn’t stop him from backing you up against an old speaker. 

“Do you know how hard it was to perform when all I could think about was you?” He growled in your ear, and you shivered. His rough hands clawed up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher until it rested just above your ass. “Should have known a girl like you wouldn’t be wearing much of anything underneath. You just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” 

You whimpered, nodding your head, clinging to him. 

“Tsk. Tsk. Need to hear the words, pretty girl. How else will I know I’m doing you right?” You could hear the teasing in his voice and it drove you crazy, made you desperate. Eddie slipped a hand between your thighs, running a finger through your slick, spreading it and making a mess if you. “You’re so wet. Is all this for me?” He asked as he removed his finger, bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean as you stood there watching him. 

“Eddie, please.” You murmures, squeezing your thighs together. He hummed in response, watching you writhe. “Fuck me. Eddie, please.” 

That was all he needed. He scrambled to undo his belt, flicking open his jeans and pushing them down just far enough to free his aching cock. He was hard, thick and throbbing, as he lifted your leg, wrapping it around his hip. He reached to pull your red lace panties to the side and notched himself at your entrance. 

Once more, Eddie looked into your eyes, silently asking for your permission. You nodded, bucking your hips forward and pushing him just a fraction of an inch. He groaned loudly as your warm, wet walls surrounded him. You found purchase on his shoulders, nails digging in, knowing this wasn’t going to be a gentle ride. 

“Fuuuuck.” He drew out slowly once he was fully seated inside of you. He lifted your other leg, so that you were wrapped around his waist and held you tightly by the back of your thighs, pressing you harder into the speaker. 

“Need you to move, Munson.” You mewled at him, trying to grind down. He took the hint, and started at a slow pace, before picking up force and slamming into you. 

Eddie was lost. He had left this world behind and was in a place all his own, a place that was just you and him and the way it felt to be inside you, to own you. You weren’t even sure he knew what he was saying. "God damn, so tight. Bet you couldn’t wait for me to get off stage to fuck you. Yeah, you knew it was coming. You were fucking ready for me. Pussy was fucking made for me. All mine. Mine. Mine."

Eddie wasnt normally a possessive person, but when it came to fucking you, you were his and his only, and it wrecked you when he reminded you of that fact. You were so close, listening to the dirty words spilling from his mouth, lost to the way his cock seemed to hit the right spot with every thrust. “Fuck, Eddie,” You whined, your cunt clenching down on him as he hit a particularly deep place within you. 

He moaned, all low and raspy, burying his face into your neck, before sucking hard on your pulse point. The action shocked you and you buried a hand into his luscious curls, crying out. You tugged hard, making him bite down. His thrusts faltered, and you knew he was close. 

“Shit, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please, Ple– oh, fuck.” His words were jumbled, you could barely make them out, but you couldn’t miss the heat that bloomed where the two of you were connected, as he fucked his spend deeper into you. 

When his soul returned to his body, Eddie knew it was only fair that it was your turn. Without a word, he lowered your feet to the floor before dropping to his knees in front of you. He snaked his tongue between your dripping folds, his fingers digging into your trembling thighs. He didn’t care that he could taste his own cum, because he could taste you too, and that combination was fucking addicting. 

You gasped as he attached his lips to your clit, your hips lurching forward. He ran his large hands down your thighs before slipping two fingers into your cunt, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud. “Eddie, shit, please," you moaned, tangling your hands in his curls once more. 

Eddie smirked into your core. “What do you need, pretty girl?” He teased, pulling away from you, pulling a needy whine from your lips. “Use your words, baby.” 

You looked down at him, his dark eyes staring back up at you. You were amazed at how a man could be so fucking pretty. And Eddie was just that, fucking pretty. With his mouth covered in a mixture of his cum and your slick, he was god damn gorgeous. “Eddie, please. Need to come, wanna come. For you, all for you.” 

Eddie didn’t need to hear anything else as he dove back into you, eating you like a man starved. You couldn’t help but to grind your hips down onto his slender fingers as he showered your clit with attention. Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, making you clench down around his hand. “That’s a fucking good girl.” He mumbled, as he slowly retracted his fingers from you, moving to stick them into his mouth. You stopped him by the wrist as you leaned down to take them into your own. 

He cursed under his breath watching you suck his fingers clean of the mess. “You really were made just for me.” The words were quiet, but you heard them. Eddie stood, finding a towel to clean you up with before he tucked himself back into his pants. You straightened out your skirt, opting to take your ruined panties off, sticking them into his jacket pocket to find later.

He turned to you, a goofy grin covering his face. “So, round two at the hotel right?”

Anyone want a rockstar!Eddie series of sorts? Just a compiled list of having sex with Eddie in different places.