#myra the silly

[hypnotic-delusion]

the siblings ever @italic-b0ld

[other oc is sundowners oc]

[capinejghafa]

My therapist telling me I have social anxieties feels like when I came out as bi... I should have already known, but hearing someone else say for the first time was a surprise.

[normalsnails]

My silly little protags in a nutshell

Hidehisa : Class of 09' character but WORSE. also a murderer Takeshi : Typical spoiled rich kid who ends up going insane because of silly high rise place Myra : The normal one compared to these two. and she is not normal @.@ (Posh jobsworth, her job is student council president. Who also likes the idea of Social Darwinism)

[myrablurple]

As much as I love the goofiness of my ship name for Vox x Beda being “Box”, I’m gonna start tagging any art of them as “staticghost”. I’m still gonna refer to them as Box but StaticGhost will make organization way easier and plus, it works perfectly seeing any ship with Vox has the word Static and Ghost is fitting for Beda thanks to her ability lollll

[cl4mbulanc3]

THIS IS MID BUT I THINK THIS WAS DURING ART BLOCK

[reiderwriter]

hi i love your writing

could you do something with reid loving that reader is pregnant. fluff or smut or both

A/N Hello! Thanks for the request! Dad!Spencer is the cutest thing on the planet so this is some unapologetic fluff. And now I have baby fever.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, idiots in love. Loosely based on Haley and Hotch's conversation in 1x1. Very fluffy and probably very cheesy and sentimental too... Sorry, you give me girl dad Spencer and suddenly there isn't an impure thought in my head, I just want to lovingly stare at him like I'm the dead wife in an action movie montage.

My requests are open, check out my masterlist for more 🌸

“Okay, what about Amelia?”

“No, Amelia Dyer, Victorian serial killer. She killed multiple infants over a thirty-year period.”

“Okay, okay, how about, Myra?”

“Myra Hindley, she and her partner Ian Brady abducted and killed five children and teens in the early sixties.”

“God, not that then. There can’t be a psychopathic murderer called Belle, right?”

“You’re making this too easy for me, y’know. Belle Gunness, Hell’s Belle, she’s one of the most prolific female serial killers of all time, even 100 years after her supposed death. It’s fascinating, you know, people think that she actually faked her death - when the doctor who performed the postmortem testified, he noted that the cadaver was about five inches shorter and about fifty pounds lighter than Gunness supposedly was….” You raise a single eyebrow at your wonderful husband, and he immediately shuts up.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?” He smiled down at you as you sat curled up as much as you could in your favorite spot on the couch, the cosiest part of your shared apartment. You smiled back up at him as he leaned down for a kiss and you gladly craned your neck up in response, meeting his lips for a sweet moment.

“Hotch was right you know,” you joked when the two of you parted. “All of the best baby names have been taken by serial killers.”

“Yeah, you’d think with the ratio of female to male serial killers, a girl would be easier to name.” He leans down to kiss you again before falling into a crouch next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and placing his hand on your stomach.

“How big did you say our little girl is now?”

“Y/N, you asked me that half an hour ago. I know pregnancy messes with your brain a bit, but if you’re that bad we’re going to have to get you back to Dr Patel and see if you’re doing okay.” He was joking of course, but you showed him your little pout anyway, knowing that he loved seeing the silly expression on your face.

“Humor me, Doctor.” He strokes your stomach and moves away, but not too far away, taking up right next to you on the couch, and pulling your legs over his lap.

“At five months, she’s roughly 10 inches long with a weight of about 0.5-1 pound. But that ‘How Big is My Baby’ book would say that she’s roughly one banana in length.” You giggled up at him and he grabbed your hand and just held it, content to have you in his arms in any way, big or small.

“I can’t believe it’s been five months already,” you giggle as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I get it. It doesn’t feel quite real yet to me, either. I thought for so long that fatherhood just wasn’t in my future, but you’re the gift that keeps on giving I guess. I don't know what I did to deserve you.” Even if the words weren’t so sweet, with all of the hormones, you would’ve started crying at anything. Or at least that’s what you’re going to tell him when he sees the small tears threatening to drop into enormous loving sobs.

“Spencer Reid, I am not a gift. I am simply the woman with the correct combination of sense and foolish luck that got to marry you.” He’d done this before, and you were used to his small habit of self-deprecating talk, but after a year of marriage and three years of dating before that, you’d managed to work him down to the occasional comment.

“Don’t try to argue about this, I’m definitely the one benefitting the most from the situation right now,” he joked with you, and you could see the genuine adoration shining from behind his eyes. It was a little spark that not many got to see, a glimpse of true happiness in someone usually so reserved.

“Spencer, you’ve given me foot rubs everyday this week, you’ve read more pregnancy and parenting books than every OBGYN and midwife in the area combined, and you’ve somehow attended more of my clinical check-ups than me, and I’m the one whose pregnant.”

“And you’re growing our child inside of you, which is itself more impressive than anything I could ever do with a book and some modern acts of chivalry.”

“Yeah, tell your boss that. I think the only thing keeping Emily from pulling her hair out over your constant absences is that she thinks she’s competing for the title of godmother. She thinks Penelope and JJ are trying to corrupt me with parenting advice and all those baby clothes Pen keeps bringing over.”

“She’s going to be crushed when she remembers we’re not religious, right?”

“Devastated,” the two of you shared a laugh on the couch, and it quickly devolved into a giggle fit after Spencer leaned over and tickled your side. You jolted away from his touch, but he was on you again, attacking your sides with small caresses, and you were gasping for breath between laughs.

“Spence stop- ahh!” Your squeals stopped as you cried out in shock. It was small but you felt something tap against your stomach. Spencer stopped immediately upon seeing your expression change, and a serious look settled on him as he assessed you for any damage.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere, is the baby okay?” He shot out the questions rapidly, one after the other, barely leaving space to catch his own breath from the laughter of earlier.

It happened again and you put a hand to your stomach, finally realising what’s going on.

“I think I just felt her kick. Spencer, I think I just felt the baby kick.” You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face, as much as you couldn’t help the tear that dropped from your eye as your hand rested against your belly again, scared to move for fear that the baby wouldn’t communicate with you again.

“What? Now? Can I- Can I try and feel it, too?” His hands hesitated at first but when you enthusiastically nodded and used your other hand to put him close to yours, you could feel his eagerness to feel the small kicks of your daughter as well.

Almost as if she was waiting for him, as soon as his hand was in the right position, your little girl kicked again, almost as if screaming “I’m here mommy and daddy,” for the two of you to hear.

“I think she’s trying to tell us not to have fun without her,” Reid whispered in your ear, kissing your tear streaked cheek, and using his free hand to rub them away from the other side of your face.

“I am so thankful everyday for this gift you have given me. And for the record, the gift isn’t the baby. The gift is the overwhelming happiness you bring to my life, and the beauty you make me see in this world. The fact that you’re going to be the mother of my child gives me the confidence to get up and go to work every morning because I know that there is joy and there is kindness and there are beautiful people in this world, and you are one, and she will be, too.”

His attempts to dry your tears are now completely vanquished as you let your emotions run wild, but you almost laugh when you realise that his eyes are just as glassy as yours, and you both sit there, overwhelmed by the pure, unadulterated joy that a small kick from a child who has yet to be given a name has bought you.

[myrathefarmer]

MYRA YOU LIKE SILVER??? THE HEDGEHOG???? ANOTHER SILVER FAN??????

YESSSS I DO HES MY FAVROITE AND I ADORE HIM

I’ve actually drawn some of the Sonic characters before, either as humans or silly doodles. It was a while ago tho so I’d love to revisit them and make some more soon!

Plus a bonus of that one meme I made for my sister (cuz she loves shadow):

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

More Farmer OCs as a memes! (Part ???):

Farmers Willow @vilochkaaa, Thad @reallyghostlypost, Wren @bungiri, Rain @silly-farmer, Marley @mmarggsstuff, Asra @sapphicastral, Hestia @g0atmama, Skylar @justashamwithwastedpotential, Myra @seharuuchan (special thanks to you for some meme template! 💕), Ziana and Astelle @nimilla and Julian (my OC).

[princess-glassred]

Au where Maturin decides to bring Eddie back and let him do over his life, but the butterfly effect causes Richie to marry connor and now HE'S the one in an abusive relationship and Eddie's gotta help him out of it.

Maturin lets Eddie make one wish before he brings him back so Eddie wishes for him to have never met Myra and to break the abuss cycle sooner. He then wakes up on the morning that Mike is supposed to call him, remembering everything that just happened. It worked well, Eddie is single, happier, healthier, and wealthier now. He even ends up google searching Myra's name since, even though she was toxic, he was still married to her for a long time and finds it hard to wish ill will on her. Luckily she also seems to be doing much better, so Eddie doesn't gotta feel too guilty about his wish. It kinda sucks he's gotta fight pennywise again tho, but he knows whats gonna happen now so it should probably be a breeze.

He gets to the chinese restaurant and everything plays out excatly how you'd expect it, none of the losers have been changed at all by Eddies wish for independance. None except for Richie that is. Richie is so strikingly different Eddie doesn't even recognize him at first. He's wearing like... normal office worker clothes? And he looks cleaner and less uhhh haggered? And he even seems a little more quiet than usual. The scene where they talk about marriage goes about the same, except for when Richie says "You didn't know I got married? You seriously didn't know?" It's not a prelude to a joke. Eddie completely expects it to be but it's not, he just pulls out his phone and shows them all a picture of Connor and explains they've been together for a while now and got married in canada.

Eddie's very suspicious of this, and the overwhelming horror he feels when he finds out Richie Tozier isn't even Richie Tozier anymore, he's Richie BOWERS, makes him wanna throw up. It's actually pretty sad, because from context clues he picks up when Richie talks about Connor, he seems super unsupportive and downright mean. Richie's not even a comedian in this timeline, because Connor insisted being a comedian wasn't really viable and STRONGLY suggested Richie do something more useful. This seems to have fundamentally changed Richie's personality to the point he regards all his silly jokes and impressions he used to do as just kid shit that he's grown up past. All the losers finds this sad, especially Bev since she's been in an abusive relationship, but nobody but Eddie knows how to approach him on it.

He tries to help him realize Connor's an abusive spouse because he doesn't support him, and Richie lets it slip that the only reason he started dating Connor was because he was so lonely after the losers started splitting up. He hit total rock bottom, so before he left town he decided to give connor a chance again. And Connor managed to take the already emotionally vulnerable and insecure richie and make him even more insecure with demeaning remarks, nasty comments, and the insistence Richie change everything about himself. He does ultimately realize Connor is just using him, and that their relationship is woefully unhealthy, and it's all through Eddie reminding him of what actual love feels like.

Unfortunately this doesn't end well for either of them, because bizzarely, because now that Eddie knows to dodge pennywise and avoid getting stabbed in the stomach, some one else has to die. He realizes it's going to be Richie, but he feels that's unfair because he just finally understood how awful Connor is, he deserves to live to see a day where he's not tied down to him anymore. Eddie got to enjoy two days, knowing he wasn't burdened by his mother or Myra anymore, and that's good enough. Richie deserves that too. So he pushes him out of the way at the last second and winds up dead again. The i fucked your mom exchange is a lot more sad now though, because Richie hadn't even made a joke like that in years.

The fuckin turtle is shocked to see Eddie back, but he thinks his self sacrifice was very kind of him to do. It was so kind he decides to give Eddie ANOTHER chance, but he turns down the offer since he figured he screwed up richies life with his last wish, and he isn't too in the mood for fighting pennywise again. Maturin clarifies though that there won't be any tricks or loopholes or anything. They can just "skip right to the happy ending". So Eddie says all he really wants anymore is for he and Richie be together in the end.

He winds up outside the decaying neibolt street, being hugged by Richie. Richie is overjoyed to see Eddie survived the pennywise attack, and Eddie's just happy to see Richie back to his usual old annoying self. Then they all go to the quarry together, and Eddie and Rich smooch like Bev and Ben. Happy ending. :>

[kelkilou]

An updated thing on my HH OC because I really like her and have been thinking about her a bit more! So here's some current details about this silly monochrome lady (subject to change as more universe lore is revealed??) Name: Myra Limelight aka The Silent Demon Type: Sinner Demon Age: 30-40s Died: 1920s Powers: Hypnosis, Film Reel Manipulation, Sonic Offense (?)

Notes: ▪ Was almost an overlord ▪ Distorted voice box (Sounds like a terribly low-quality mic + static) ▪ Knows sign language ▪ Was a famous silent movie actress before she died

[hypnotic-delusion]

tiny myra

[capinejghafa]

After many, many, many months I decided to try the stress relief cat music, and I can't tell if it's working bc Ollie is always super chill....

[normalsnails]

i know that i keep yapping about this but it means a lot to me!!

so, writing will probably happen after all!! list of chapter names so far:

It's all I've known.. (Hidehisa's POV)

Gods can kill Gods (Creator's POV)

Pawns (Creator's POV)

The right way to live (Myra's POV)

Prestige, money, fame.. Its.. (Takeshi's POV)

more to be added, obviously.

[myrablurple]

As much as I have been enjoying Art Fight, I’m kinda glad I’ve been taking some small breaks to draw a Zurora piece because I miss them 😭💜

[sparklingdemon]

How Did Squirtle Get the Knife & How did Squirtle Carry it over to the "correct" timeline? and how did Shadow (and eventually Myra) become unplayable just by being killed, despite still being alive(?) via the explorers blog that you linked earlier

the knife is something i will never be able to come up with a reasonable canon lore explanation for.

it's just a silly relic of the original story that was too plot integral to remove despite not making any sense. chalk it up to "creepypasta logic", haha.

anyways! they're not alive after the story's events. once they were killed, they were forced to join the unborn. that is the canonical end for them. the ask blog had a "past" and "future" mechanic where you were able to ask questions at different points in EOD's timeline, so that's why shadow appeared to be alive in certain posts.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 5

word count: 1,131

Last part —> next part

A green dress? Is he serious? I pace around my chambers, looking at the garment. I can’t wear it, of course not but a part of me wants to.

There’s no harm in trying it on. I don’t call on Myra to help me dress, I can already imagine the smirk that she would have on her face. I take my nightgown off and lay it over the back of the rich mauve settee that sits in the room. I step into the dress. It even feels good to put on; it’s silken and softer than fluffs of cotton. I walk over to the mirror and admire how the gown sits on my body, how perfectly it fits. The silk is draped over my curves in a way that feels just… right and appears effortless.

How did he know my measurements? I catch myself wondering but he was obviously watching me closely enough in the throne room to commit my figure to memory. 

Or perhaps that was what he was doing as his fingertips traced up my spine after he cut open my dress. I shudder at the memory of his cold fingers brushing over my bare skin. I want him to do it again. What a silly thought.

“Stupid Hightower-green dress.” I pull it back off and stare at it as it lies on the floor. I pick it up and fold it. Something like that is too good for the floor.

I ravage through my closet, searching for something prettier than what he gave me, something richer. I have to settle for a deep, crimson gown that has a neckline that is lower-cut than anything his mother would ever approve of. Usually I wouldn’t consider such a dress to be ‘settling’ but as I look at the green gown that lies on the settee, I can’t think of it in any other way.

I call Myra in to do up my hair and help me dress. She eyes the green dress that I didn’t think about hiding.

“That is new.” She comments as she walks behind me and begins to brush out my hair.

“Yes.” I say shortly.

“Was it a gift?” She inquires.

“Yes.”

“From who?” She tries to keep her voice casual as she pins up my hair but I know that she desperately wants to know.

“You ask a lot of questions.” 

“My apologies, princess.” She has been more reserved since I snapped at her the other day. I think for a moment before sighing.

“Aemond sent it.” I cringe at the fact that i’m even saying it out loud.

“Prince Aemond sent it?” I can see the look of shock on her face in the mirror that is propped up in front of us both.

“You mustn’t tell anybody. I am giving it back anyhow.” I say in a dismissive tone.

“Why? The dress is gorgeous!” She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to give such a dress back.

“It is green.” I know she understands my meaning.

“Yes, but-” She tries to speak.

“There can be no buts about it. It simply isn’t the time for such a… gesture.” I know that I can speak plainly with her but it feels like a bad time to do it, as if we are tiptoeing around sleeping lions… or dragons.

“Of course, princess.” She nods in understanding.

Myra finishes up my hair and helps me dress in the crimson gown with my corset tied a little looser than usual.

“I shall find him now and return the dress.” I say as I pick it up.

“Oh, I could find one of his manservants and get him to return it for you.” Myra offers, her suggestion being the more intelligent one.

Perhaps I shouldn’t take it back myself.

But I want to.

“You need not fetch his servant. I wish to have words with my uncle. Sadly, he will likely enjoy the attention.” I may like the banter too but I don’t say that out loud. “Do figure out where he is at the moment, though.”

Myra nods and leaves me. When she returns with a note with Aemond’s whereabouts, I pick up the dress, making sure it is folded, and head off to the library.

Of course he’s in the bloody library.

I walk swiftly down the halls with the irritatingly soft dress in my hands, ready to confront my uncle. When I enter the library, I notice that he is the only person there. Weird. He doesn’t even look up as I make my way towards him.

“Uncle.” I greet him harshly and he finally looks up at me from his book.

“Niece. Have you come to thank me for your gift?” He smirks.

“Your gift is green.” I hold it up like he wouldn’t already know its colour.

“I know it's green, darling.” I will myself not to blush at the petname.

“It’s a slight.” 

“Would you have preferred a different colour? Perhaps… black?” He looks ever so pleased with himself at that question.

“You amuse only yourself. You can take the ‘gift’ back. It is an insult.” 

“An insult? I hardly think that a dress made from the finest silk Essos has to offer is an insult. The fabric alone cost a small fortune.” He clearly wishes to rile me up and it's working.

“You are not brainless, Aemond. Stop acting like it.”

“Not very grateful, are you? I had multiple dressmakers up all night making a lovely gown for you and you throw my generosity back in my face. How cruel you are to your poor uncle.” He still has that stupid smirk on his face.

“Do not be so patronizing.” I glare and then proceed to actually throw the dress in his face. He catches it easily.

“What a spoiled brat you are. Why not be a good girl and go try this expensive dress on for me?” He stands, holding the gown and I blush a little at how close he is. He towers over me. “Or have you already tried it on?” He looks at me knowingly.

“I haven’t put it on.” I lie.

“Really? Then why are you blushing, hm?” He tilts my chin up so I have to look him in the eye.

“I am not.” I say defiantly.

“Oh yes you are, sweet niece. And why did you come all the way down here to return the dress? I’m starting to think that you’re just finding excuses to see me.” My cheeks get redder. I flick his hand off of my face.

“You are entirely too full of yourself. Take the dress back. Burn it. I don’t care.” I storm out of the library feeling incredibly flustered and wanting nothing more than to wring my smirking uncle’s neck.

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