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stop-talking · 7 months

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You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

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winterrrnight · 11 months

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BESTIE, CONGRATS ON 300 !! i’m so freaking happy for you. you deserve this so so much 🤍. i’m so in love with all of the fics you’ve written so far.

i’m here to request: meet me in the hallway. choose out of drew, rafe, & zach + a prompt.

ofc i’m gonna choose my bby zach with #29

i luv uuu 🤍

thank you so so much anna!! I love you so much, thank you for all your love and support <3 this request has me on my knees with how cute it turned out to be, I hope you love reading it!

a beautiful, drunken mess

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: your best friend needs to call your knight in shining armor when you get a little too drunk

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

EDITH SPEAKS: OH MY GOD yes we're kickstarting my 300 celly fic requests!! I've gotten so so many requests and I swear I'm so excited to write each one of them. I got late to starting on these because my hectic schedule and my writer's block got the best of me, but I'm back :))

Please reblog if you liked this!! feedback is always appreciated 🫂

PROMPT REQUESTED: "you sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" "of course."

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You've never been one to party hard and get so drunk you can't see clearly in front of yourself. But when you finally pass some of the toughest exams you've ever had to give, you knew you wanted to party till you can't breathe.

And that's what you did. The biggest frat party happening in a rich kid's home from your university has adrenaline coursing through your veins as you don't think twice before taking a shot.

In fact, you got carried away so much, that your best friend Tessa who is literally known to be the biggest party animal in your whole university, is concerned for you.

"Give me that," she grunts, taking the millionth cup you were about to down. You pout, trying to get it back, but the alcohol has made your mind all fuzzy and you aren't very sure what exactly you're trying to do.

"Who knew you had this hidden side?" Tessa says, shaking her head as she takes your hand and leads you out to the garden of the big house. You try your best to stop her from dragging you, but your drunken power is no match for her quite sober one.

"Tess come on! I'm not done yet," you huff, your arms crossed across your chest as you see Tessa is basically blocking the door.

"Nuh uh, not today," she says, pulling out her phone. "You need to get home, like right now,"

You groan out loud, and you attempt to simply walk on the lush grass you're both standing at, but you greatly miscalculate your steps and fall on the grass, head first.

Tessa rushes up to you, asking you over and over if you're okay. You just look up at her and start giggling constantly.

"I'm okay," you say in between your giggles, your own mistake having you amused. Tessa sighs at you and quickly finds the contact in her phone she was trying to find, before you decided to take a fall.

She impatiently taps her foot, waiting for the person who's supposedly on the end of the phone to pick up.

"Hello?"

Finally.

"Zach hi!"

"Tessa, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need you to come and get your... thing," she says, looking at you lying on the ground and looking up the stars as you hum to a melody.

Zach laughs on the other end. "What happened?"

"Too drunk, can't even see straight," Tessa groans. "You need to come over right now."

"I'm on my way."

Tessa lets out a sigh of relief on hearing those words. She turns towards you, and lets her hand out for you to grab onto.

"Come on, Zach is coming to pick you up," she says, helping you stand up, in a not so graceful fashion.

Hearing the word 'Zach' lightens a light bulb in your head. "Zach? Where's Zach? I need my Zach," you slur, trying to run around the garden, as if he's standing right there and you just can't see him. Tessa has a hard time but she finally catches up to you, firmly grips your hand to make sure you don't run off and do something stupid again.

"He's coming, okay?" She huffs out, holding onto you tightly. She's expecting you to throw some sorts of tantrum, to complain how your boyfriend actually is here and she's just hiding him on purpose, but instead, you only nod obediently.

Tessa hears footsteps approaching you both, and just as she turns around, she swears she could've have cried out of happiness.

Zach is standing there, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Zach!" You yell excitedly, as you run (or, try to run) to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Hey baby," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you on your lips. You sigh at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, your eyes fluttered close and a million butterflies prancing around in your stomach.

"Thank you Tessa, we'll be going home now," Zach acknowledges the girl standing at the back, letting you both enjoy your moment. She nods with a smile on her face and goes back inside to the rest of the party, and Zach leads you back out to his car.

He definitely has a struggle settling you in the car seat and buckling your seat belt, as you've never been this drunk before and it's also his first time taking care of super-drunk you.

But, he doesn't hate it or finds it to be a difficult task. You're sitting in the seat next to him, saying little cute things that have his heart racing.

"You're so cute Zach, you always take such good care of me," you pout, poking his bicep. He laughs at you, and you continue to praise him.

"You're just," you sigh, "perfect. I couldn't have someone as perfect as you."

You definitely weren't aware of what you were saying, but Zach knows you being drunk isn't the only time you'll say these words to him. You love to constantly drop little phrases to let him know you do appreciate him and every single thing he does for you.

Both of you being relatively a new couple, it does take a big toll on you both because you aren't used to saying or listening to such kind words so often, but you both also know you wouldn't want to share this with anyone else.

"We're home," he looks at you with a smile on his face, as he gets out of his car, runs up to your side and helps you out. With an arm looped around your shoulders to help you maintain your balance, he leads you in to your home.

He takes you in to your room, and gently lets you lay down on your bed. It's a bit of a struggle, but he finally gets you to remove your outfit and replace it with a more comfortable one.

"Thank you Zach," you say, as he tucks you in your warm duvet. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose, and makes a mental note to leave a glass of water and an advil on your bedside table before he leaves.

As he is about to walk out, you call him out and stop him from leaving.

"What happened?" He asks, his hand on the light switch.

"I, I need Arlo, can you find him please he isn't here," Zach is confused on hearing these words, but when he sees tears starting to brim in your eyes, he knows this Arlo is important.

"Arlo? Babe I'm afraid I don't understand," he asks you, walking closer to you.

"Can you check under the bed please?"

Zach isn't sure what he's looking for, but he'll do anything for you. He leans down on his knees and looks below the bed, and of course, he makes out a silhouette of some stuffed toy under the bed. He reaches his hand out to grab onto it, and when he sees it, he realises he knows exactly what it is.

For one of your first dates, Zach took you to your local city carnival. He was determined to get you a good toy from any game, just like any good boyfriend would (his words, not yours), and after loads of struggle, a lot of pennies and many comforting hugs and words from you, he finally wins you one.

It's a little brown colored dinosaur stuffed toy, and Zach had no idea how attached you would get to it.

"You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" He asks, handing it to you as you take it and brush off the dust off it.

"Of course, I love it," you smile, tucking in the dinosaur with you. Zach can't help but give you another kiss, gently caressing your cheek as his lips trace yours.

He leaves the room to get the water and the pill, and when he comes back, he sees you already passed out. Arlo is tucked safely under your arm, and Zach knows he can watch this for hours on end.

Because you're his beautiful, drunken mess, and he wouldn't want you in any other way. (Well, maybe not this drunk, but you know what he means.)

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butterflies-and-bumble-bees · 2 years

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What the heck did you just freaking say about me, you little dude?

I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous surprise parties, and I have over 300 stuffed animals on my bed.

I am trained in monkeying around and I'm the top ice cream scooper in the entire school band.

You are everything to me but just another new friend.

I will make you an ice cream sundae with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my freaking words.

You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet?

Think again, muffin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the power of love, bucko.

The power of love that befriends lonely strangers through kindness.

We're gonna be besties, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cheer you up in over seven hundred ways, and that's without the ice cream.

Not only am I extensively trained serving frozen treats, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Cheesecake Factory and I will use it to its full extent to put a smile on that face, you absolute delight.

If only you could have known what comradery your little clever comment would cause you to find yourself in, you would have died if joy.

But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're living to experience it, you goshdarn genius.

I will give you so much hotfudge that you will drown in it. You're so lucky, kiddo.

#navy seals copypasta #kidz bop memes #with the amount of editing i had to do this sounds like a madlib #reposting this as it's own thing cause it deserves it's own thing #my writing #my memes #my stuff

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plasmasimagination · 10 months

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Hi! Congrats on getting 300+ followers!! If it's cool, may I get a matchup for Honkai Star Rail? (Sorry if it's long,,,, I'm just super excited and happy for youu windidbid) (please no sampo)

I'm an INFJ who's pronouns are she/they. My sun in Gemini, my moon is in Ares and my rising is cancer.

I'd describe myself as curious, easily excitable, pretty witty, a bit shy, bubbly, and low-key feral. I'm observant and calculating by nature, but I tend to keep that hidden. At times, I do tend to be depressive and super anxious (due to past bullying). In addition, I have a habit of being really hard on myself and pushing myself to my limits. I'm in a better place now, but sometimes it haunts me.Gaining my trust is pretty hard, but if you do, I'm riding or dying for life.

I like to try new things(, foods, activities, ext.) The issue is I have a weak stomach and get sick easily if I don't get enough sleep 😅 (strong mind, weak body hdudbdj)

I love cozy things!!(soft pastels, blankets, oversized sweaters, big scarves, stuffed animals, fairy lights) But I also have a love for the macabre My favourite outfit on cooler days consist of oversized sweaters, leggings, runners and a giant blanket scarf on top!

My hobbies include reading, writing, singing (in private) drawing, napping, learning new things, and playing video games. In the winter I love to figureskate!!! I know a bunch of tricks on the ice.

People have described me the following:

super self-aware

Constantly nervous (kinda true),

" riddle wrapped in an enigma, locked in a box, then shoved in a beehive" - my sibling

the grandma friend (Specifically the one wanting for their husband to come home from the war idk why tho)

Unhinged at times

Goofy insights

I tend to joke around with my older sister about them buying me something (like a snack or something) but the moment they say "alright bet" and then proceed to buy me the said thing I get flustered and be like "noooooo :(( I was just kidding >_< pls i take it backkkkkk)) because I'm not used to being on the receiving end of this kind of stuff.

I actually like to sing. It's just that I'm shy about it and only sing when I'm either by myself or comforting someone. When people catch me singing, they’re shocked af. I've had an where people from my church group with the priest (like around 30) caught me singing, and we had a staring contest for about 15 seconds before they bombarded me in compliments.

I've eaten a burrito with North Carolina Reaper sauce out of curiosity and ended up getting sick as a result (I even had to sign a waiver when I ordered it ahebej)

Thank youuu!

HELLOO HI HI HI HI CUTIEPIEEEEE, absolutely thankful for the amazingly written request *mwah mwah mwah* was very easy for me to write because you let me know everything I needed

And I match you up with

JING YUAN

No words. You two are a match made in heaven

Your calculating nature + his observant nature = absolute power duo

He would absolutely not allow you to push yourself to your limits. He will nicely distract you from something he thinks you're overdoing/ hurting yourself by doing it, he will tell you there's no need for it, and reassure you

YOU LIKE COZY THINGS?? WELL GREAT!! Jing yuan himself is just super cozy to be around, he's like a huge cotton ball, super soft and cuddly!!!

You say you're constantly nervous? Take a Jing yuan, he might not make it dissapear, he's not god obviously, but he will try his best to calm you down, telling you to breath, speaking softly to you, just generally trying his best to make you be comfortable

Enigma....hm not a problem for Jing yuan, as we know he can reach deep into people's hearts and feelings, i assume he would also be like that with you, taking his sweet time over the course of you guys being together to understand you, every small thing about you, even some things you didn't even know yourself about yourself

He always can't help to chuckle at how sweet and cute you are at times, he's the type of man to get you anything you ever dreamed off, and will spoil you in every category, and he finds it even more satisfying seeing your reactions to his small surprises

All in all, I think you two are perfect for each other and when u marry I expect to be invited to the wedding 🥰🗡️

Don't forget to eat and drink babe, take rest, and stay cute

#jing yuan x y/n #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #hsr icons #hsr spoilers #hsr imagines #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai star rail fanart #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you

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original-character-championship · 2 years

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Bracket A Round 1 First Half Results!!!

This first wave of polls has been chaotic and filled with propaganda, even from unexpected sources (Thank you everyone who drew fanart of any of the characters!!!) but unfortunately, it has come to an end! You could simply check the bracket, or even look up the polls for the results, but where would be the fun in that?

Poll 1

Nova Williams the alien child won against Baz the kitten brainworm with a 74% to 26%!!! guess they didn't succeed in spreading enough brainworms

Poll 2

Cat against rat! Cat Hax the cat robot managed to catch Snoodle Rattigan the rat priest with 59% to his 41%!! May he end up in rat heaven.

Poll 3

Spaventapasseri the hot pathetic dilf completely SWEPT the Scientist with nearly 75% of votes! Did he have the support of the hero commission? who knows!

Poll 4

Joan Church managed to beat Starus the epic :3 with 60% of votes against his nearly 40% with the power of christian trauma (and this cool armour) !!!

Poll 5

Friendships have been forged, alliances nearly made, but, in the end, Max didn't manage to tie with Nigel Nigel, who won with nearly 53% of the votes against her 47%! However, these two guitar players have finished the closest to one another out of all the brackets, with only a 6% difference - not even 21 votes!! In the spirit of the crossover art, I am offering them the choice of a team up!! @spw-art @bjursta do you want to start a band?

Poll 6

Jasper the buggirl has won against Soso the plant zombie with 65% of votes! Soso should've brought a pesticide :(

Poll 7

Despite enormous amounts of propaganda, Cal the cat mcr stan has lost against Destruction the robot nurse with not even 40% of votes against her 60%! The support for girls who assist in medical malpractice was just too strong <3

Poll 8

Theodore Aphelion III couldn't get the percentage of votes to his favourite number (57) and lost against Celiry Stik! I am giving him an orange so he doesn't feel so sad that he only got 35% of votes

Poll 9

Valentine the genderweird werewolf musician won against Pup the genderfluid demon with 70% of the votes! This fight was very gender I want what both of them have.

Poll 10

Mic Michaelson the evil game show host managed to beat Avery the pathetic wet godfather! What can I say, 58% of people love mushrooms and only 42% of people love depressed parental figures

Poll 11

Sister Virtue - Theophania managed to exorcise the lovecore demon Amadeo Kenzie despite the protection provided by A Lot of propaganda and gained 64% of the votes! This poll got the most votes out of all the polls (614!!!) which is almost double the average (a little above 300)

Poll 12

Garner - Caelum the demigod antihero won against Allara Foln! I suppose it is harder to beat a demigod than ancient robots, but she still managed to get more than 32% of the votes!

Poll 13

Stephanie Silvers the he/him lesbian beat BOB the KILLER-REMEMBER with 69(nice)% of the votes!!! The beauty of a pink stick figure apparently didn't win our voters over :(

Poll 14

The large amount of propaganda worked for Kirk "Chinook" Raymond, as he beat Madea Whitewistle with over 73% of the votes! I would also like to apologize to Madea for misspelling her name multiple times, even though I have always managed to catch it in time.

Poll 15

In a battle of cute creachers, only one can win, and this time it was Valrik the living stuffed animal! He beat (night)Core the Halloween spirit with over 55% of votes!

Poll 16

Neither the power of religious trauma nor propaganda worked for Mattias Bishop, who lost against Black the furry wolf boy with not even 45% votes :(

#oc championship #round 1 #bracket a #results

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Since my friends know around October I become the "feral for the fair" guy and I adore writing fair dates, one of my friends sent me a fair date moodboard. It has made me feral over the fair again so fair date headcanons of Jackson and Roach dragging the 141 to the fair in the US with them

141 at the fair:

Roach sounds more Southern than the 141 has ever heard him before they even get there. Like he's shifted into full sweet Southern boy mode just out of excitement.

Jackson is similarly excited to a point that his accent starts coming out. The moment Jackson calls Gaz "Darlin'," Gaz knows that he's going to have a long day ahead of him. (He's only ever heard Jackson call him that with that voice in one context and he's been Pavloved into reacting to it, much to his embarrassment.) (Jackson does not notice that he's driving his boyfriend crazy)

Jackson and Roach have a list of foods that they plan on making the 141 try, just to see if it will kill them

"I say we make them try a turkey leg first"

"Turkey leg? Thats weak Sanderson, we are getting these men a deep fried macaroni donut burger first"

"So you're just trying to take them out on the first go? Dude we need a middle ground"

*snap* "Lemonade"

"Lemonade!!"

And the 141 are just like 😃 cause what the fuck

Gaz takes a singular bite of a deep fried macaroni donut burger and immediately spits it out. Same thing with the rest of the 141 who then watch in horror as Jackson and Roach (southern boys raised on grease) split the rest of it between them

Soap absolutely wants to play all the games. Roach tries to warn him that most of them are rigged but Soap still insists

He loses like forty dollars before finally winning a tiny stuffed animal at one of the booths

Roach sees how upset he is and and is like "do you want me to win you something?" And Soap is all "no, don't waste your money too"

Roach then walks directly over to one of the games and does it perfectly, winning a giant dog plush for Soap.

Soap asks him how the fuck he did it (with a big grin on his bright red face as he hugs the dog) and Roach just kinda shrugs and is like "I used to work the county fair back home, I know the ins and outs"

Its mostly the truth, but he isn't going to tell Soap that even if he hadn't won the game the Carnie would have pretended he had thanks to the thirty dollars he'd slipped him

Ghost is like "oh let me try one too" and does one of the ball throwing ones and, despite Roach knowing the stuff is literally fixed with a spring so it won't move, he hits it so hard that it knocks it back

He gets Roach a stuffed bear and when he goes to do the thing again to get Soap something the carnie literally turns him away ajsjjdjd

Jackson tries to drag the 141 on rides with them and at first they're all game but as they get closer Gaz and Soap are like "uhhh, is that duck tape on that?"

"Oh yeah, ducktape probably holds that bad boy together"

They immediately nope out and Gaz is anxious the entire time that he watches Jackson and Ghost is on the ride.

Ghost is only on the ride because Jackson dropped a "do it, no balls" to him and he is nothing if not willing to do a challenge.

Roach has a picture of him and Jackson on this crazy ride with Jackson screaming and Ghost looking unbelievably unbothered

Price dissappears on the group like ten minutes after the burger incident and they later find him sitting watching the animal shows

He leaves with them only temporarily to go through the petting zoo where he buys like six cups of food and feeds every single one of the animals as they go through

He then ditches the team to go back to watching the animal shows

They go through the hall of industries and Roach buys up like so much candy from one of the local confectioners. He drops like 300 dollars sjsbdhhdjd

Because they're in either Jackson or Roach's home state the hall of industries has a lot of republican/right wing merch as they're going through

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are horrified but Jackson and Roach are wheezing as they look through the shirts

*Jackson holds up a shirt that says "I love trucks, beer, tits, and the USA" on it with an American flag overlayed*

Roach: well thats a must buy

They spend like 30 minutes looking at the game and fish commissions little display (just a giant fish tank)

Roach made them go later in the day so by the time they get done there the sun has set and all the fair lights are on

Though Soap and Gaz are still terrified of the rides, Jackson and Roach make the men go on the ferris wheel with them because "its literally the most romantic thing in the universe guys"

In Ghost, Soap, and Roach's little car things are very cute. Roach takes pictures at the top of the view and them even though Soap is literally so stressed that he's going to drop his phone

He also makes a point to kiss both of them at the top cause he's always wanted that Romantic movie moment

In Gaz and Jackson's car, Gaz is freaked the fuck out still. He saw the ducktape and he is clinging to the side. When they stop at the top he's literally terrified.

Jackson briefly considers rocking the cart but instead makes the smart choice to be a good boyfriend

He sweet talks Gaz with his accent, wrapping his arms around him to comfort and assure him. He gets him to focus on the view with him and Gaz slowly relaxes. Jackson steals a kiss as they start going back down.

They leave after that, though not without Roach complaining a bunch because "the energy of the fair at night is just so much better!"

They meet up with Price in the parking lot where he is eating funnel cake (much to Roach and Jackson's amusement)

Soaps giant dog and Roach's giant teddy bear goes in their shared room with Ghost

Jackson wears his "trucks, beer, tits, and the USA" shirt all the time while lounging around at home and every time Gaz see's it he rolls his eyes

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostroach #ghost x roach #call of duty #soap x roach #soaproach #ghost x soap #soapghost #ghostroachsoap #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #paul jackson #gaz x jackson #thoughts with luke #task force 141

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dumb-hat · 7 months

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The Twitch

"Just the bonsai." the tiny man had said, the words brushing past a mustache much too large for his tiny face. The absurdity of the situation somehow lent the entire affair extra credence, as if a situation this ridiculous couldn't be made up or imagined; no one would invent a quarrel between two brothers over a 300 year old tree that could fit on a desktop.

"Just the bonsai," Evander had repeated, making sure to match the enunciation of his client as closely as he could, as if that would somehow assuage the man's doubts. "And you don't want me to take it? I mean, if it means that much to you, it'd be the simplest thing to ju—"

"No, absolutely do not take the blasted thing. I don't want it. It was left to my brother, and I won't sully my father's wishes, even if I disagree with them. Just make sure it's there. Make sure he's still taking care of it. Make sure he's fretting over the legacy he didn't even want. Make sure it's sitting there, making him sick with worry that he'll mess it up." The man had waved both the words and Evander off dismissively and decisively. "Make sure he hasn't, I don't know, sold it or something."

That was earlier this evening, before Evander had started what should have been one of his easiest jobs in weeks. Months, really.

It was before he found himself in an empty, dimly lit office, decorated in the gaudiest, bougiest faux-Eastern style in Ul'dah. It was before he found himself actually staring at a 300 year old tree that could fit on a desktop. It was before he felt a tell-tale twitch, consistently tugging at the corner of his lip, which could only be tamed by setting his mouth in a tight, firm line while he tried to talk himself out of doing the thing, and even then that didn't always work.

The twitch had mostly plagued Evander when he was younger, and he found that trying to be a consummate professional thief was the a decent way to keep it at bay. Create a plan, stick to the plan and you don't have time to worry about silly, impish, petty temptations. Of course, the problem with keeping something at bay is that... well, it's at bay, it isn't gone.

Of course, over the past few years, he'd found another way of fighting the twitch:

Malika.

Hell, when she was involved, it wasn't even usually a matter of keeping the twitch at bay. It just... didn't happen.

It didn't have time, usually.

The twitch came from him trying to fight the urge to do the thing—whatever the thing might be at any given moment—so it made sense that it wouldn't show up.

Malika almost never fought that urge.

Malika, almost always, just did the damn thing.

And with silly, impish, petty temptations indulged, there was no twitch to try and wrangle with some grim-set jaw and serious brow.

But Malika wasn't in the gaudy, bougie, Ul'dah office with the faux-Eastern decor, so Evander glared at the damn bonsai, his lips nearly white from the determination he was trying to muster as he recalled the one time they had discussed the art of bonsai. He had said that he thought it was an interesting meditation on resilience and how adversity can shape the mundane into something breathtaking. She had said that she couldn't help but wonder how beautiful those tiny trees might have been if some idiot hadn't wrapped them in wire and trimmed all their limbs to force them into some shape that the tree didn't even want.

He didn't have an answer for that then. He didn't have an answer for that now. Now, all he had was the twitch.

Then, moments later, all he had was a gaudy, bougie and hastily trashed faux-Eastern style Ul'dah office.

Then, later that night, all he had was a tiny tree—finally free of clamps, tension cables and guy-wires, finally able to grow in any damn direction it chose—resting on a shelf in his apartment, which had long become crowded with a collection of stuffed animals and stolen knick-knacks.

(Cough cough @luck-and-larceny cough cough)

#Got in the Valentione's spirit I guess #Gonna try not to have my own twitch as I want to go back and fuck with or mothball the thing!

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belphegorspillow · 2 years

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Hiya! Congrats on 300 followers! I was wondering if I could request Prompt 9 with Leviathan? I'm just in a mood for fluff today! (-w-)

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Hi Darling 🍁 anon! Hope you enjoy~

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Levi hand been struggling all day to figure out the perfect moment. He had been chickening out for the past month to ask Mc to marry him.

So now when all the brothers and Mc went on vacation together in the human world. He took the ring with him, building up the courage to ask them.

"Levi! Come on. There is a fair! We should go." Mc smiled over to their boyfriend who snapped out of his thoughts. "Y-yeah we should." Levi agreed as he grabbed the small box, stuffing it into his pocket.

Mc would take Levi's hand and head out with him, sneaking out as Lucifer was busy lecturing Mammon, Satan and Belphie - Mammon for trying to steal, and Satan and Belphie trying to use magic to dye all of Lucifer's clothes into bright pink.

The couple would spend their day in the fair. Levi winning at a bunch of games that didn't need physical strength. Mc almost throwing up all the food they ate before going on the roller coster.

Levi had forgotten about the ring box in his pocket...well he almost did.

As Mc entered the cart on the ferris wheel with Levi, the two would look at the view together. Mc leaning on their boyfriend's side as they were watching.

Levi stuffed his other hand that wasn't being held by Mc in his pocket when he felt the box.

The ring... He glances nervously at Mc before at his pocket. He knew he would have to ask them.

So he took a deep breath. "Mc.. Can we go to the beach after this." Levi asked as he pointed towards the beach that was nearby the fair, as it would be more quiet and less crowded

"Of course Levi." Mc smiled a bit as they leaned on their boyfriend.

As the ride came to it's end Levi would lead Mc towards the beach. He looked at the sunsetting in the distance. Mc would hold Levi's hand and smile a bit.

"It's really beautiful.."

"Yeah..." Levi let go of Mc's hand causing them to look at him. "Mc I... I am thankful that you are always at my side. I'm surprised you wanted to be with some yucky otaku like me... but you stayed. You showed me so much love and always listened to me whenever I talked about different animes and TSL..." Mc would watch him before their eyes widened a bit as Levi bend down on his one knee, holding out a box with a ring inside.

"You are my player number 2, and I hope you will always be..."

"‘Will you Marry me?'

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Hope you enjoy~

Event Link here

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me Leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi

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umm0lly · 1 year

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my specific DNI

because i'm very picky in both food and people

DNI if you: are youngest child of 4+, enjoy grape flavored anything, have yellow as your favorite color, unironically enjoy country music, believe dogs > cats, are a redheaded july leo woman, have a big 3 that consists of all cancer, are a march aries, believe peeta > gale, enjoy mint flavored anything, aren't a picky eater, never dog ear pages, never wanted to dye your hair, wouldn't adopt a black cat, dislike rats, have less than 10 blorbos, are a kpop stan (extreme), believe apple music > spotify, have over 300 unopened notifications, enjoy football (american), dislike strawberry ice cream, go barefoot to bed, like peanut butter, have a name starts with j, bully people for music taste, think any breed of cat can be ugly, can watch shows without captions, enjoy math as a subject separate from who is teaching, believe basketball is a superior sport, believe math is red and not blue, can stand being within the vicinity of sand, arent bilingual, dont struggle with spelling unnecessary, fall asleep easily in cars, have made less than 7 playlists, dont sleep with stuffed animals, and dislike sharks

how many d'you get? :)

obviously most of it is a joke lol. there are a few in there that i will not talk to you if they apply but thats up to your interpretation of which they are...

#dni list #not srs #funny little game #tag ur moots!

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blackbird-brewster · 5 months

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I barely talk about it on here, but my partner and I have been avid squishmallow collectors for going on four years now. At the height of our collection, we had about 400 of them.

Now, we've downsized quite a bit (still easily have 200-300). And being friends with us means getting this text every six months or so :

I cannot count how many people we've turned into Squish enthusiasts over the years. It's an utter delight to share them with friends and family.

I got my first one in mid-2020, just a month before my autism dx. They quickly became my main special interest and throughout 2020-2022 I was actively in the squish community online. I traded tons with people overseas, usually regional ones I couldn't get any other way. I made tons of friends via my squish insta account and one quickly became a bff and she even let me directly get ones sent to her as a stopover, then she'd box everything up to ship me in one go (so I didn't have to pay tons of individual international shipping costs).

Squishmallows are a huge part of our lives, both me and Doom Them have our own collections. Our rooms are full of shelves and displays, our media room couches are piled high, and we never leave the house without a friend. I bring squish when I have medical appointments and hospital visits. We've given them names and personalities and voices, they're our children, our friends, our confidants.

I know some people judge us for being late 30s and having huge stuffed animal collections, but this hobby has brought us so much joy and comfort through the years.

All of this is to say, YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER. Collect what makes you happy!!!! Toys, stuffed animals, action figures, whatever you want. There are no rules or age limits. Find joy anywhere you can in the darkest timeline.

#About me 2k24 #Squish squad #squishmallows #actually autistic #special interest #Doom them #Queer domestic bliss #My face

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grelleswife · 2 years

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I posted 11,638 times in 2022

603 posts created (5%)

11,035 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 11,556 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#kuroshitsuji - 2,231 posts

#vnc - 1,443 posts

#vanitas no carte - 1,432 posts

#spy x family - 1,031 posts

#vanitas - 745 posts

#sebastian michaelis - 736 posts

#dracula daily - 694 posts

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#noé archiviste - 666 posts

#tokyo mew mew - 662 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#oblivious seb thinking he’s a master of deceit when the whole household knows how infatuated he is with a certain red reaper…you get it 👌

My Top Posts in 2022:

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300 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

Vanitas in a dress is very good, but please consider: Noé also wearing a ballgown (since he and Domi canonically enjoyed playing dress-up together, and I refuse to believe that this sweet boi cares about gender norms), while Domijeanne have on matching suits in the background and are the handsomest couple at whatever social function the quartet is attending together.

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New official art of our girls! 🖤💚🎶

In their accompanying message, the mangaka thanked the readers for their continued support and assured fans that, although there will be no chapter this week, Aya’s and Mitsuki’s story is not over. 😍

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I find it very interesting that Anya’s stuffed animal is a chimera, of all creatures. In Greek mythology, the chimera was a fire-breathing monster comprised of parts from various animals, including a lion, a goat, and a serpent. When you think about it…the Forger family is a sort of “chimera” in its own right. Three individuals with distinct skill sets and backgrounds, who would never have come together under ordinary circumstances, but who form a chaotic whole when they join forces on account of their personal agendas. While this adorable found family certainly isn’t monstrous, they’re not to be trifled with—Loid/Twilight is a renowned spy, Yor is a ruthless assassin, and Anya’s telepathic powers give her access to a person’s innermost secrets—and they’re already a close-knit unit. I’m sure some manga readers out there probably made this observation a long time ago, but I thought it was worth sharing!

357 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dante, watching Vanitas (who hates sweets) make tarte tatin for the vampire he was trying to kill only a few hours prior: Man, something LGBTQ seems to be happening here. 🤔🤨

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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finsterhund · 11 months

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I'm planning to finally write the long awaited update to my first medium article on Sly, so I went back and read my past articles and holy shit did I dump trauma into them. God. The one where I talk about needing to replace Ope because he won't survive much longer if I keep chewing on him pretty much documented how my life fell apart when Cazza left remission for the last time. Seeing photos of her on it made me fucking break. I tried reading the one about stuffed dogs that resemble Spot and I had her REVIEW EACH ONE. She was like my little coauthor. God.

No wonder it's gotten so much harder to write those. I'm missing my best friend who gave irreplaceable input.

I want to write the Sly II of Sly II though because I want to share the collective information I've found about Sly since then. It's criminal that unless you get your hands on a tag of Charlene's forever toys to read it yourself their stories are all lost to time.

If I had the energy I'd make my own fansite. Provide more lore info than egnome provides for them. But sadly I'm too exhausted. Just Sly for me. Also you literally have to buy one complete with tags to see the whole tag story and obviously I'm going to limit the amount of 300 dollar stuffed animals I buy thank you very much. My first, Sly II I got for way less than he's worth and my upcoming Christmas present I'm drastically reducing my calorie intake to afford. (Don't worry, they are raising my disability income for the new year and I'm not destitute yet lol)

I just. Man. I keep thinking what it must have been like when Charleen was around and actively making these guys. Meeting up at toy expos and such. All in the US, yeah, but still. Would have loved to meet her. Asked all about Sly. Back when her toys were still in production getting promotional materials would have been easier too. Apparently she had a little fan magazine she shipped out every so often where people could send in letters? That's the sort of stuff you don't get with mass produced toys but is also too much work for modern independent creators who are treading water in today's economy. The egnome mailing list doesn't even work anymore. I wonder when it stopped running.

I'm still not giving up on trying to recreate my own backup Sly, but I'm just so tired all the time. I wish I had a workshop and wasn't just doing everything in life straight outta my bedroom. If you saw my bedside table situation and the mess it is you'd all hurl. The discount section of a fabricland was shit out all over every even remotely flat available surface.

As futile as it seems and as tired as I am, I am also pleased to report that some level of progress is being made though. I'm designing ideas to make my own take on the character distinct enough from the original. I'm also on that subject thinking about finally learning how to quilt. For real this time. Using my roommate's sewing machine is a pain in the ass so most of what I'm doing is by hand so not as nice looking but I have more control and am less likely to murder my hand.

I keep wishing we could go to the other thrift store so I can go on a quest for a ton of vintage buttons. I'm looking for upholstery buttons specifically. God that's another thing. I love buttons. You know that? I should make a quilt that also serves as a button collection. And I still want to one day make a quilt from many of Cazza's old things but currently I can't bear to alter them in any way so I've put them in a tote in my closet so I don't stare at them and cry.

Good news in that I cleaned my room a bit and that Scott is almost finished with his ear medicine. He's become such a good boy about letting me out the drops in his ears. Really adaptable he is.

I keep thinking about how I wish I could go back to drawing tons of Heart of Darkness fan art again. But I remind myself that my very own Whisky died in my arms and yeah. It's no wonder I don't have the heart to do what I'm passionate about anymore.

Maybe I make a Sly entirely out of the dollar store paw print blankets of which Cazza died with. I'd get brand new ones, enough to make the Sly, don't know how many that would take but they're a nice texture. I have old fleece I got at a discount that reminds me of the Cazza collar maybe I could make a Cazza Sly and give him a Cazza collar.

Another thing is there's just been no info on the crying dog. None at all. I didn't stop caring about him. Just that nothing new has happened. Very sad.

Hopefully playing pikmin 3 and then 4 will be a nice reprieve. I can hope.

#text post #negative #long post

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