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🎬 NOW IT'S TIME FOR...
Eddie's notes hour!
I just wanted to take a closer look into all of the notes that we see on Eddie's desk within the hidden video + some input/speculation on them
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1. Starting with the gift list:
I went into it a bit in a previous post, but I think(?) I now have the full list down (w/some help from others from that post) :
Julie - Chimney Cozy
Frank - Bug Catching Net (?)
Wally - Apple
Howdy - Calculator
Poppy - Doilies (still unsure about that one)
Barnaby - Bones (?)
Sally - Mirror
I will say that these gifts seem very fitting for everyone, but between the few questions marks next to some of the gifts, along with Eddie's doubts about Julie's and Frank's gift in the vid:
Sounds like Eddie HIMSELF is unsure if these gifts will work. It has the same vibes as trying to shop for someone that you sort of know the interests of, but not much else
Which sort of amplifies that he isn't the closest to any of the neighbors (seemingly he only gets to interact with them when they need something from him), so this might play more into the theme of Eddie being alienated from the rest of the neighborhood
...
2. Moving on to the grocery list:
Okay so I'm still struggling w/a few words, but I think it goes as follows:
Grocery (I think?)
Envelopes
Pencil
Construction Paper
Paper {Lined} (I think?)
Eggs
Milk
I don't have too much to say here, but it is a bit interesting that Eddie has to buy supplies for his own business from Howdy. I always figured that another reason why Howdy disliked Eddie was because he might have sold his own paper/stationary items at the post office, hence competition, but maybe not
...
3. It's TIC TAC TOE time!! ❌⭕
Now I am not about to begin to try to count how many games he played through that you can see on the screen (you can't make me!)
BUT, given the scoreboard:
Eddie (his left, I'm guessing the ⭕s): 4...?
Eddie (his right, I'm guessing the ❌s): 14
That's at least 18 games by itself, can you imagine how many if you included the draws ?!
Poor Eddie...
But listen - I'll end this post with something that has been scratching at me - Tic Tac Toe as a potential symbol in the story
Now I don't know HOW significant Tic Tac Toe is to WH, but I think it is significant.
Does anyone remember this post back in October, during the Halloween update? The one where OP had put this one tic tac toe game over the map? (go check it out)
I really do think that's a solid lead towards something big, and it was actually one of the first things that popped in my head when thinking back to this.
But even if it turns out it isn't, Tic Tac Toe has been showing up from time to time via drawings/surroundings, which is already enough to at least consider it moving forward
So here, while it makes sense in context as to why Eddie is playing the game a bunch in the video (waiting around for someone to show up with nothing better to do), and all this can honestly be a stretch, but to have him specifically play THAT game, after its been shown to pop up that often...makes me suspicious for sure...
...
Either way, this has been...
Eddie's notes hour!
(seriously, I'm not good at making title names)
#welcome home#eddie dear#welcome home arg#welcome home spoilers#welcome home update#welcome home speculation#analysis
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☆Hi☆
I'm Elliot, the depressed teen behind this blog :3 I'm transmasc and use he/they prns, please respect that
I AM ALSO A MINOR, IF UR A P0RN/K1NK BLOG UR GONNA BE BLOCKED
(It also takes me a hella long time to respond to dms I'm sorrrry😭😭😭)
My old blogs both got t worded (rip oscillating-fan-whore and oscillating-fan-whore2) (next time I'll be oscillating-fan-whore4!!)
This is a triggering blog, BLOCK DONT REPORT. Reporting makes my mental health worse and doesn't do jack shit, you can't report everyone, we always come back
(Note: nsfw adjacent posts are mentioned below cut, if you are an adult on this blog please read that section <3)
ed sh blog but also I post vents and abt my life outside ed and sh too :D
(More under cut)
Anyways now that we've hopefully weeded everyone who doesn't like it out, hi guys ^^
☆I've had my ed since July of last year (23) but sh since 5th grade
☆I have (somewhat?) Diagnosed depression and anxiety and very possible autism (AKA I've been told by many people that I'm autistic, have like every trait, scored high on every pre screening test, but my mom refuses to believe it whenever someone tells her [which has happened multiple times but yk] ANYWAY-)
☆tics (probably tourettes but never dx)
☆no one irl knows
☆prone to typos
☆EMOTICON USER :3 :D ^^ :) :]
☆active red bracelet wearer
☆American :( [help us]
☆nebularomantic and sexual but no idea abt who I'm attracted to 💀 just attracted to my partner (? It's complicated) so somewhere around androsexual
☆suuuuuper Hannibal (nbc) fixated rn so like of you see a reference in my blog don't be surprised
☆sweetsp0>>>>meansp0 (unless it's good)
☆Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal NY is THE ED song trust
☆I'll make a tag list for recipes, lemme know if you want in :D
☆I won't send bcs coaches fuck off
☆open to an4 buddies tho :3
☆ngl a lot of posts about the state of my stomach (she hasn't been okay in years <3)
☆asks are welcome and encouraged (just don't be a bitch)
☆DMs are open but so is my right to block <3<3
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[Stats]
Height: 5'5"
SW: >175 lbs
HW: >175 lbs
LW: 128 lbs (probs less let's be honest)
CW: 134 lbs (kill me)
UGW: 90 lbs (40 kg)
Bodyfat Percentage: 23.4% (fitness)
BMI: 22.3 (Healthy)
[Current goals]
☆<115 lbs by the 25th of April (Musical trip <3)
☆UGW by summer (obvi)
☆^ if not, then ugw by the time the county fair rolls around
☆111 lbs by May (officially underweight for my BMI [18])
[I AM SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!]
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I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS THEY ARE SO AMAZING LIKE MWH OU ARE THE DEFINITION OF AN AUTHOR 💗💗
So basically could you do a Tommyinnit x reader (I love molly guys <3) and like the reader has Tourette’s syndrome? And like on of their tics is that they say like ‘fuck you’ or ‘piss off’ and just really offensive stuff but they can’t control it (obviously). So Tommy shows them for the first time on his stream as his partner and people like hate them because of how they are ‘acting weird’ or ‘being rude’. (Also can there be a service dog with the name Kai? Also can he be an Autrilian Shepard? If not that’s fine :])
If you can thank you :) (you can call me lulu if you want)
I tried my best to be as accurate as possible, and I did my own research into some things, but if there's anything I messed up please tell me and I will fix it immediately! I had no idea people could get service dogs for Tourettes so I did some research into tasks and such too.
Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader
Ticked Tics
"Are you sure you want me on your stream?" You can't help but ask, leg nervously bouncing.
Tommy, your ever-so-patient boyfriend, was thrilled when you agreed to show up for one of his streams. "Just one" he had claimed, and you had given in nearly immediately. But now that you're seconds away, sitting in a chair next to him while his starting soon screen is up, you're having second thoughts. Not about your own social anxiety, but about what might happen for him if your Tourette's acts up.
It's been a pretty mild day so far, which is why you felt good agreeing to go on stream in the first place. But as your anxiety builds, you find yourself involuntarily having tics. Head jerking to the side as your shoulder jerks up, inches away from colliding with each other, is one you do most often and it's one you're repeatedly doing now.
"Of course!" He assures you. "They'll love you. I mean, I love you so they have to or else I'll ban them all."
“Sounds a bit like a dictatorship, Tom.”
“I am a dick-tay-tor!” He exclaims, purposefully separating the word.
“Eat shit.” You chirp immediately, paired with two middle fingers. Immediately after you shoot him an apologetic look. “Sorr—“
“I will eat shit, thank you.” He responds pleasantly.
It’s a thing he does sometimes; responding to your tics. In a way it makes you feel better, less like it’s genuinely annoying him. Your apologetic look turns into laugh.
“Ready?” He asks you, hovering over the OBS scene to switch into his camera.
You lower your hand, holding it out parallel to the floor to your side. Within seconds a warm and furry creature pushes its head up into your hand. You send a smile to your service dog, Kai, running a hand through the white fur on top of his head. Expensive as hell, but you love him.
“Yeah.” You nod. “Let’s do this.”
Tommy clicks over the scene change, leaning back in his chair and clapping his hands. “Welcome to the stream boys!” He yells out.
Kai worms his head into your lap, blue eyes staring up at you while his tail wags softly. He’s a cuddler, especially when it comes to you getting anxious in order to calm you down.
“Now we have a special guest.” Tommy waves his hand dramatically, faking holding a microphone out to you. “Introduce yourself, special guest.”
”Oh, piss off.” The second the words are out of your mouth, you dig your nails into your palm. Fuck. Kai licks at your hand until you open it, letting him set his head on your palm.
“Wise words.” Tommy nods. “So, everyone, this is my partner! You all thought it couldn’t be done, but I’m so hot and attractive.”
He pauses for a second, looking over at his second monitor where the chat is pulled up. It’s scrolling through messages fast, making you look away before you get a headache.
“Hi.” You say awkwardly to the stream. "That's me."
“Today I was going to tell you all a little story! You’re all my little bitty children, gathering around for a bedtime story.”
“It’s, like, 4.” You point out to him.
“Schematics! And I brought you along because you were there during this story, so you can chime in!” He leans over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders to shake you a bit. You laugh, playfully swatting his hands away.
“Yeah yeah.” Even with the camera and the stream, this is still Tommy. Your Tommy. “This is the pigeon story, right?”
He nods. “It was a dark and dreary night—buzz word guys!—when I stumbled upon the pigeon.”
“Very dark, very dreary.” You agree.
It was actually broad daylight when this had happened, but who cares?
“And I was just living my life, very casually—“
“Fuck you!”
Despite your tic, Tommy continues talking. Used to it, and knowing he doesn’t need to respond. “—waking down the street with my partner here. As I do, right? Walking around like a normal person.”
He keeps talking, parts of the story true then other parts outlandishly wild. You don’t correct the lies, finding it funnier than you probably should.
You let your attention drift to Kai, who has apparently decided to weasel his way halfway into your lap. Your hands brush past his soft ears, losing focus. When you turn back to Tommy, he’s about halfway through his story.
“And then I said—“
“Fuck you!”
“No.” He deadpans. “Come on, don’t you remember?” Tommy laughs. Not in a cruel way like people have laughed at you before, but in a joking way. A way that implies you’re in on the joke with him.
“What part are we even at?” You laugh.
“The bread seller. The sketchy one. Oh! And he smelled, chat. Like… like what I think Sapnap would smell like.”
On a knee-jerk reaction, you raise your hand, fully ready to just bonk the desk with your fist. Before you can, Tommy’s hand darts out, catching your wrist and holding steady until you can uncurl your fingers from the fist.
“Sorry.” You murmur, hopefully quiet enough that the stream doesn’t pick it up.
“No worries.”
You lean back in your chair, watching him explain things to chat. He’s far more animated than normal, making it almost endearing to watch.
Eyes sliding over to chat, you realize it’s slowed down a bit so you can read it. You have to double read several messages, heart stopping.
“Anyone else think Tommy’s partner is rude af rn???”
“His partner lowkey an asshole…”
“run while u can Tommy!!”
“they’re so fucking weird XD”
“Omg THATS his partner”
“bro got the shittiest partner fr fr”
Kai barks sharply, making you jump. Tommy spins towards you immediately, looking at Kai first.
“Yeah?” He asks the dog, before looking to you. Tommy studies you for a second, then his eyes flick to the chat. “Emote only for a second guys.”
Well, fuck.
Kai had barked, pretty loudly, and not for no reason. As one of his tasks he was trained to alert to possible tic attacks, detecting the hormone change before even you could. He was also trained to help calm you down and help with the tic attack, but detection was first.
And of course Tommy knew what it meant, and of course he knew why. He knew you too well, a fact you loved him for and also sometimes hated him for.
“Chat, I’m seeing some negativity here. None of that in my stream, and none of that towards my partner is allowed.” He raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for silent permission to tell the stream. You nod. “They have Tourette’s, so just fucking piss off about giving ‘em shit for their tics.”
He pauses, and you realize a moment too late he’s letting you explain what the hell Tourettes and tics are.
“Um, for those who don't know, Tourette's is a neurological thing which causes involuntary tics." You explain, albiet a bit awkwardly. But Tommy nods, smiling at you.
"And Kai is here. Can we show Kai to the stream? Stream, say hi to Kai the service dog!"
You click your tongue, calling for Kai even though he's right next to you. "C'mere Kai!" He practically clambers into your lap to suffocate you.
"Oh, God, Kai-" You yelp.
Tommy is of no help, too busy laughing. After a second he guides Kai off of you, leaving you to spit out dog hair.
"So yeah, there's that. Now that everyone has stopped being dickheads, back to my very important story."
You reach forward, taking a drink of Tommy's coke to clear your mouth of any dog fur you might've accidentally ingested. Australian Shepards, although cute, have so much fur.
"Am I going to pay attention to the fact my partner is choking on dog hair?" Tommy asks rhetorically. "No, I'm not. Continuing."
#dsmp#mcyt#mcyt imagine#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit#tommy innit#tommy mcyt#tommyinnit imagine
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𓆉✩°｡ ⋆ rockstar in 616 I rockstar!ellie williams
word count: 929 I warnings: fem!reader, fluff (very tame this time!) I summary: 'it was hard not to be interested. the long empty apartment across from yours had been tenant-less since your arrival, a soulless room that had been that way long before you knew. the first sign of life to re-emerge had been her.'
a/n: i am so sorry for the sudden hiatus! i had writers block and spent some time drumming this up. this is my first attempt at a series fic, so if it flops i deserve it 100%. enjoyyy <3
it wasn't a bad first spot.
the thought crossed your mind as you unlocked the door to your apartment. it wasn't as roomy as you'd like, but it was home; as it had been for the last 3 years.
your life was a little less than mundane. your wages relied on keep others dogs from running into the street, your social life was hopelessly still, and your mind was thinning at the seams. it wasn't awful, but it was empty. unwavering.
you turned on the stove, preparing your late dinner for the night. your routine was consistent; a gentle crutch that helped you stay awake and ready. you threw refrigerated pasta into a pan, heating the meal with a stir before emptying it on a paper plate. your raise the food close to your lips with a slurp before eyeing the trash that had now began to overflow. you put it down back on the counter and retrieve the bag from the metal tin. you muscled up your bit of strength and thrown the trash over your shoulder.
the spoiling smell left your nose as you left the bag outside and headed back to the front door. you sauntered back inside, making your way to the elevator to return to your floor. there the finger pressed the floor button before your hand fully had reached for it yourself.
she stood, brown leather-down jacket silhouetting her figure. rings curved around her fingers as they danced a nervous tic, waiting for the doors to part.
she enraptured you, eyes fixated on the rigid corners of her profile just before the green flicker of her gaze had smoothed across your face. you looked down at your phone as a subtle distraction as the elevator came to a stop, opening for your arrival.
the two of you step in simultaneously, finding you spot to stand as you enter. you froze, even as you were closer to the set of buttons that numbered your floor. you couldn’t find the words to mutter up to ask her where her stop was. in the corner of your eye, she stood slightly awry, before parting her lips to ask herself.
“which floor?” she said, warm pool of the rasp of her voice easing into your ears.
“8, please.” the words fumbled out of mouth, even long after they were prepared in your head.
she nods and puts a curved knuckle at the floor button, a staunch grin appearing on her face. she shoved her hands in her pockets and looked back at you.
“great. that’s my floor too.”
it was hard not to be interested. the long empty apartment across from yours had been tenant-less since your arrival, a soulless room that had been that way long before you knew. the first sign of life to re-emerge had been her.
there was little time to hyper focus on the thought though, as your phone buzzed with a new dog to sit for tomorrow. you accepted, and finished your now sullen food before slumping onto your cramped couch. you nodded off to sleep, mind anchoring back to that damn face you couldn't get your mind off of.
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you woke up with a startle, instantly checking your clock for the time.
you had done it again, late to sit some poor pup you appointed yourself to watch. you rushed yourself into the shower and into day-old clothes. you dusted yourself off the night before and pulled up the address to your destination.
less than a mile away.
better yet, across the hall.
no fucking way.
you exit the front door, the identical frame mirroring you in the hallway. you felt your heart beat out of your chest as made a gentle knock against the wood.
there was that familiar eye in the peephole as it appeared and then left as the door opened with a pull.
she had been just as surprised as you had been, eyebrows raised in curiosity. your voice had ceased, and the air had filled again as her voice opened.
“my neighbor is my dog-sitter. sweet.”
your face flushed warm and hot as you gave a weak nod in response.
“i’m ellie, nice to meet you—in both ways.”
her hand stretched out to clasp yours, thick veins cascading against the dark ink of the tattoo on her wrist. you took in every distinct feature of her essence, wanting to keep learning. wanting to keep her there.
your introduction came out hasty, head spinning in a cloudy mist. you shook her hand, a flippant smile stretched across your face. it was hard to hide how silently enchanted you were.
a large dog butted his nose to the door, excited to meet the stranger that had been nosily making their appearance.
"there he is—this is comet, the little guy you'll be watching today." ellie relays, patting the fluffy head of the brown and black dog. ellie wrapped the leash around her palm, before sliding it off and handing it to you.
"i sadly have to get goin', but he's low maintenance, don't worry. my home is yours-have a drink, watch tv. i don't care. thank you so much for doing this on short notice." ellie rushed into hug you, the warmth of her body pressing into yours. the feeling nervously rushing through your body. you entered just as ellie left, and the door had locked with a click.
you stood in the middle of the vast living room of her apartment, a clammy film building on your hands.
the shit you get yourself into.
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☆ WVBA Sleepover ☆
This is what i imagine if all the boxers had a sleepover, i had so much fun doing this, imagine the ref as your dad telling you and your friends to shut up at 4 AM in the morning during your sleepover
Glass Joe
- actually trying to sleep
- enjoyed watching movies
- keeps picking truth while playing truth and dare and pissing off everyone
- "guys shut up my moms calling i gotta take this"
- sore loser of any pillow fights that take place
Von Kaiser
- cant sleep because they keep annoying him
- "guys let Joe speak to his mom"
- screamed while watching a horror movie and keeps getting made fun of for it
- if you pick dare while playing truth and dare with him, hes gonna be so evil and cruel
- keeps getting pillows thrown at him by Macho Man
Disco Kid
- wont sleep, at all
- "Tell her i said hi, Joe"
- laughed at a character getting decapitated while watching a horror movie and freaked everyone out
- came up with the brilliant idea of playing "she's/he's a ten but.."
- tries to protect kaiser from the pillow strikes
- had the very great idea of doing karaoke at 3 am in the morning, Got told to shut up by the ref
- keeps picking dare while playing truth and dare, if you choose dare while playing with him, he'll make you dance or sing
Piston Hondo
- really sleepy but doesnt want to sleep because he knows that he'll get pranked (let my boy sleep, hes tired, hes a little eepy)
- trying to help joe ve able to speak to his mom, doing his best
- made a pillow fort to hide from the pillow fight
- if you choose dare while playing truth and dare with him, he'll say something dumb like "scream from the balcony" if you pick truth he'll ask really unhinged questions like "have you ever wanted to kill someone"
- completely silent during the movie,either enjoying it or traumatized
King Hippo
- runmaging through the kitchen, Just hungry
- screaming behind Joe as he tries to talk to his mom
- "hi mom i-"
- "HUAAGGHHHHHGGGHHHHHHH"
- aran ryan thinks its hilarious
- ref chased him with a chair at some point from the screaming
- pretended to be watching the movie but he watched the back of his eyelids instead
Great Tiger
- doing his best not to fall asleep
- "say hi to her for me joe!!"
- winner of the pillow fight thanks to his clones
- keeps asking personal stuff during truth and dare
- "kaiser, what is your deepest, darkest fear?"
- "questions like these"
- keeps yelling at the characters in the horror movie
- "WHY WOULD YOU GO TO THE BASEMENT THE DOOR IS COVERED İN BLOOD!!-"
- tamest dares ever, the fuck is "i dare you to roll on the floor" about
Don Flamenco
- passed out for a while, got his wig (i know its not a wig but its funny to say he got his wig stolen, come on) stolen & had a game of tic tac toe played on his humoungus forehead
- annoying Joe as he tries to speak to his mom by imitating a womans voice while saying really concerning stuff
- kept getting his wig (its funny to say that shut up) knocked off during the pillow fight
- traumatized by the horror movie, 1000 yard stare during it
- played "she's/he's a ten but.." And ended up finding out everyones type
- so much gossip oh my god
-keeps pulling the classic "who do you have a crush on?" during truth and dare
Bear Hugger
- someone keeps whispering dumb stuff in his ear while hes trying to sleep and he keeps laughing at it, mind you it isnt just a little "teehee" either its a entire ass tornado siren, keeps scaring everyone with his laugh
- whacked most during the pillow fight, may he rest in peace
- keeps asking dumb stuff during truth and dare, bear what do you mean by "i dare you to tapdance"
- also yelling at the actors during the horror movie
-" YOU HAVE A HAMMER BEAT HIM WITH IT- NO DONT THROW IT AT HIM"
- also gossiping
Soda Popinski
- pretends to be awake, didnt get noticed sleeping somehow
- saying dumb stuff while Joe tries to talk to his mom
-" sorry for the noise m-"
-" WE ARE DOING DRUGS."
- keeps laughing at the horror movie
- keeps picking dare while playing truth and dare, got dared to beat the ref into the ground by aran ryan, got sad because he got stopped
- wrecking everyone during the pillow fight
Bald Bull
-trying to not fall asleep, struggling clearly, refuses to admit it
- "bull you look like a raccoon please get some sleep"
- "im fine dont worry"
- zoned out during the movie so he didnt have much of a reaction
- keeps picking truth while playing, hates the personal questions
- physically there, mentally not
- 5th to pass out suprisingly
-Just hiding behind hondos fort while watching the pillow fight
Super Macho Man
- keeps whispering dumb stuff while everyones trying to sleep
- saying even more concerning stuff while Joe tries to talk to his mom
- "mom theyre just-"
-"STEAL HIS COCK, BOYS."
- got beaten half to death during the pillow fight
- also traumatized by the horror movie
- gossiping (as he should, PURR)
Aran Ryan
- this fucking menace. Said sleep is for the weak & proceeded to pass out, before that he just kept whispering "penis." while everyone was trying to sleep
- got duct taped to the ceiling by sandman & fell asleep there
- put rocks in his pillow during the pillow fight, still got his shit ROCKED
- kept talking during the movie
- "oh my god i swear if she doesnt push him down the stairs-"
-"shut up"
- the only person he didnt bother was bull, this was only because he was concerned
- did some prank calls but got caught during the 4th call
Mr Sandman
- didnt bother anyone
- "LET JOE SPEAK TO HIS MOM FUCKING DAMN IT"
- really quiet
- was out for blood during the pillow fight
- taped aran ryan to the ceiling
- listened to the gossip
Extra
King hippo fell asleep last on the kitchen floor
Aran ryan fell on top of glass joe when the tape broke while he was asleep, you havent known true fear until a irishman on your ceiling falls on you, both of them broke some bones
Ref got a headache after all this
King hippo kept running around the house until 6 AM
The idea of taping aran ryan to the ceiling came from von kaiser since his dad did that once
#headcanon#punch out#bald bull#punch out wii#don flamenco#piston hondo#punch out headcanons#aran ryan#glass joe#super macho man#sleepover
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Tickle Tickleee~
Characters: lee!reader, (Y/N, female) ler!c/n (crush's name, male)
Ship: Y/N x C/N
Word Count: 1,170
Synopsis: One Friday evening, C/N finds out Y/N is DEATHLY ticklish, COMPLETELY by accident.
THIS IS MY FIRST FIC BAHAHAH. IT IS TOTALLY SFW SO NSFW DNI CUS I AM A MINOR. HAVE FUN READING!! <3
This fic is from the lee's perspective. (2nd/3rd person)
It was a Friday evening in June. School was ending in a few weeks. Speaking of school, your 4-8 after-school job at the local pizzeria was FINALLY over for the day. You were on your way to your crush, C/N's house to have a sleepover, and you were SUPER excited, because although it had just been about 5-6 hours since you've last seen C/N, deep down, the two of you had a VERY deep connection.
You and C/N have been childhood best friends for almost 10 years, and you've been dating for 6. Still, the relationship goes strong with the two of you because you two love each other so much despite all of the arguments and fights.
After 5 minutes, you finally get to his house and ring the doorbell. Excited, C/N opens the door.
"C/N!!" you squealed. You jump into his arms for a hug.
"Hahaha, awww! Hey Y/N!" he laughed. The two of you touch lips and enjoy a good one minute kiss. After the kiss, you walk in as C/N holds the door for you. You blush admiringly as he shuts the door behind you.
"C/N, you don't know how much I've been wanting to sleep over! It's been almost a month," you bubbled.
"Awww, you don't know how much I've been wanting you to come over either!" C/N smiled.
The two of you plop on the couch. Luckily, some cozy blankets were already set up for the two of you, so you both got snuggled in. C/N's body was nice and warm for you to cuddle in, and as you heard the beat of his heart, you felt nice and relaxed, until suddenly, C/N accidentally touches your sides, which caused you to squeal and jump away.
"Oh, I'm sorry darling. Did I accidentally touch your sides?" C/N questioned. You just smiled and nodded.
"Oh... then why are you smiling?" he smirked.
"Uhhh... N-nothing! Nothing. N-no reason." You felt red in the face.
"Okay..." C/N already had a feeling you were a little ticklish. So he "accidentally" touched your sides again, this time causing you to not only squeal, but also giggle. C/N immediately lit up.
"Hehe, C/N, that tickles!" you laughed. But you knew he was just joking around.
"Hehehe, I'm sorry!" C/N joked. "I, uhh- just have always thought of something about you..."
"What's it about?"
"Everytime I touch you, you seem to squirm away or giggle..."
You nodded nervously. You were EXTREMELY ticklish, so it would be crazy if C/N found out. Speaking of which...
"Are you... uhm-"
"-Ticklish?" you finished. You were red in the face again, as you knew what was gonna happen next.
"Yep!" C/N beamed.
"Hehehe, yeah, kinda," you nervously laughed.
C/N immediately smirked. Your blush deepened.
"D-dohon't tickle me though!" you cried. However, deep down, you did want to be tickled.
"Whyyy? It's only the first time!" C/N laughed. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"Okay," you said through giggles. You were excited for this. You LOVED being tickled, but you didn't want to tell C/N JUST yet.
He dimmed the lights, probably to add suspense.
"Now, lay down on the couch."
You did just as he said with a big smile. You even squealed, much to his surprise.
"I can tell you're excited," C/N smiled, and you smiled back.
"Yeah, a little." you replied.
"Hehehe, are you ready Y/N?" C/N playfully questioned.
"Yep," you smiled.
"Okayy! Let's see... let's start with... right here~." He started to slowly drag your fingers along your sides.
You instantly started to squeal and giggle. Even the smallest touch on a bad spot like your sides tickles to you. "Thahat tihihickles!"
C/N instantly melted. "Awwww, Y/N! You really are ticklish, aren't ya? Your laugh is... adorable."
"Shuhuhut uhuhuhp!"
C/N didn't hesitate to tickle a LITTLE faster. He thought this was the cutest thing ever.
"Tickle tickle tickle~!" He even laughed in spite of himself.
You started laughing louder, and you also started squirming. Your sides sure are a REALLY bad spot. "C/N, THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!!" you screamed through a fit of giggles.
"Awww, we got a tickle spot! Coochie coochie coo~!" C/N cooed as he started tickling faster. You were laughing so hard that you started blushing deep red, which C/N admired. You covered your face, but C/N pulled your hands away.
"NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" you whined through giggles.
"Yesss~!" C/N cooed again. "I just loveee seeing your smile. You're wayyy more ticklish for your own good than I thought!"
Although it sounded like you were hating it, deep down, you were having the time of your life. And C/N was loving it.
"I wonder, where else are you ticklish?" C/N cooed as he slowly moved towards your stomach and started tickling it. "Here~?"
"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHT!!" You couldn't help but belly laugh. Your stomach was your DEATH SPOT. Your blush even deepened once again.
"Awww, another tickle spot!" C/N smiled.
"IHIHIHIH'M SOHOHORY C/N, IHIHI CAHAHN'T HEHEHEHLP IHIHIHIT!!" you screamed through laughter.
"Don't say sorry!! Or else I'll have to move to a different spot..." And then, C/N moved to your armpits. You were DYING.
"Perfect," he grinned.
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" you whined.
"Yesss, here! You are too ticklish~" C/N teased.
"HEHEHEHEHEHE, *SNORT*!"
"AWWWW, was that a snort? You're so cute~!"
"UHUHUM, MAHAHAHYBEHEHEHE?!"
"It was definitely a snort~!" C/N cooed once again. You couldn't help but laugh. Your ribs were getting tough, and once C/N started tickling them, you even started hiccuping through your giggles.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, *HICCUP*!"
"You're hiccuping too~!"
"IHIHIHI- *HICCUP* KNOHOHOHOHOW!! *SNORT*"
"Seeee~, I told you you were cute~! Now, repeat after me." C/N grinned.
"HAHAHAHAHAH, OHOHOKAHAHAHY!"
"I am the cutest ticklish girl in the whole world!"
"I- IHIHI- I'M THE CUHUHUTEST TIHIHICKLISH GIRL IHIHN THE WHOHOLE WOHOHOHRLD! HAHAHAHAHAH!!"
"Good~!" C/N chortled as he finally, FINALLY let you go. You were left almost breathless with a super red face. Your heartbeat, which was probably at about 200 BPM, could be heard.
"Hehehe, what'd ya think?"
"Hahahahah... *sigh* Thahat- was so fun!" you beamed.
C/N blinked. "Really?"
"Hehe, yeah! I loved that!"
"W-wow," C/N gasped. "I- really didn't expect that!"
You laughed. "Really? After all of the things I said through my giggles?"
"I mean... I guess," C/N chortled.
You beamed. "Awww!" You ran to him for a hug. He giggled and cradled you in his arms once again. You giggled back.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," you whispered back as you two leaned in for a kiss once again. After that, you fell asleep in C/N's arms.
That night was the best evening of your life, and it was C/N's too. Tickling had become your bond together. But you have yet to find out if HE is ticklish. That's your next step.
To be continued...
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DISABILITY HEADCANNON 💥💥💥
you didn’t specify a character but i’d like to make it clear that every blorbo i’ve ever had has chronic pain and is neurodivergent and mentally ill peace and love
anyways back at it again with my 3 specialest little guys (joel lizzie and oli)
joel has every personality disorder there is and is inventing new ones every other week 🙏 he’s also hypoglycemic
lizzie has chronic pain and ocd <3
oli has every mental illness ever tbh. he is also a chronic pain girlie from constantly taking Ls and he gets motor tics. also he has bipolar depression in this essay i will- (i am forcibly dragged offstage)
(headcanon ask game!!!)
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DREAMS ARE MY REALITY. (pt.3)
[part 1] [part 2]
What would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed...?
A/N: I perfectly know this chapter doesn't really make sense, I just ran out of ideas...
Taglist (write me down in the comments if you want to be added!): @strxngegirl @d1lf-loverrr @laysmt @musicalhistorical @souichi-sbitch @majestic-jazmin
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Perhaps I had exaggerated previously with Miguel. Maybe I should have told him differently, and I shouldn't have been so…blunt. There was something in my little head that told me I'd hurt him. That he was probably standing in the shower thinking about what I told him. It was a hard pill to swallow. Hearing someone suddenly tell you that you were all an invention, a drawing... And I probably shouldn't even have told him. I took a deep breath, even as I anxiously swung my leg, constantly moving it. Nervous tic, yes I know. I glanced at the clock: 10.47 am.
We just needed this! Miguel would have taken care of my house in my absence, right? Or maybe not… I could picture him sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, with a tub of Stracciatella ice cream from my freezer, and a blanket over his legs, sobbing at the hard truth as he watched “Gossip Girl.” Poor Miguel. He had already suffered, this was the cherry on top. Perhaps, on the way back, some pizzas would cheer him up. Did he like pizza?
For God's sake! This whole situation had led me to lose track of time, and this had meant that my commitments had been postponed until late in the morning!
«Oh, no… I have to go to the office too! I have to collect those cards, damn it!». I zig-zagged around the room, looking for the first clothes I found in front of me, and in fact my choice was very questionable, because I was wearing baggy trousers and a crumpled shirt. However, my hair looked no better than my clothes. Upon returning, a shower wouldn't have hurt. I began to rush downstairs and collect the last things, i.e. shoes and work backpack, but in my haste, I went back and climbed the stairs very quickly. Miguel would have been engulfed in a state of confusion, and he would have thought I had disappeared. Or maybe not. He's not stupid!
«Miguel» My fist pounded insistently on the door «I have things to do today, plus I'm mega late for work; so, you won't find me since…» I took a quick look at my watch. «Now on! I've got to go, make yourself at home» I didn't wait for an answer from Miguel, I didn't even know if he had heard me, but it didn't matter, because those papers on the desk wouldn't have filled in by themselves. I hurriedly put on my shoes and ran, hoping to make up for the time lost this morning. The air was humid and so warm; this wasn't what I was planning for today. Running wasn't the perfect choice too: I would have arrived all sweaty and tired.
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«Where did they go?». Miguel looked around bewildered, eyebrows arched down with an expression of pure confusion. Had they left him there without warning him? You without even saying goodbye? He clicked his tongue in disappointment and put on the gray shirt he was given. It fit a little tight, like the washer had shrunk the clothes after a wash, but this made him notice that it accentuated his six pack abs even more. He didn't make a fuss about it, after all it was all that person owned, and he would even have to thank them when he got back. Looking in the mirror a hand traced the outline of his jaw, going up to the left cheek. Miguel couldn't help but think that he seemed strange to be a fictional character. He had always felt real, like a real human being. It was difficult for him to think that it was a creation. All this was complicated for him. His thoughts drifted elsewhere and he began to think about how to fix his Gizmo. Lyla was not available in any way, precisely because his four-dimensional clock was out of order. He snorted in pure anger, then remembered that there was no point in getting angry, and that keeping calm was, of course, the best option; so he went down to the living room and took a look at the mess that surrounded the room.
«Dios mio, que pasò aquì?» Miguel exclaimed. His eyes weren't met with a pretty sight. There were cloths strewn everywhere, books and papers on the tables and floor, and even crockery that hadn't been washed. Miguel felt a sense of generosity overwhelm him, deciding that it wouldn't hurt if he tidied up the house. After all, he owed his host a debt. For him the day seemed to pass quite quickly (this was because he was busy with household chores), mopping the floor, dusting the furniture and sorting dirty clothes from clean ones, all to the musical accompaniment of Manuel Chao albums. It was 5 in the afternoon and he collapsed on the sofa, exhausted. He hadn't happened to do all these chores even at his house, but perhaps this was due to the order he maintained in his laboratory and apartment. Miguel hated dirt, so he hated mess. Now the house gave off a delicate clean scent and the man felt satisfied. But as soon as his back leaned against the back of the sofa, some keys turned in the lock of the main door and Miguel pricked up his ears: it was only the landlord who had left him in the morning, now with two pizza boxes in his hands and a plastic bag. «I'm back. Hey, what's that clean smell? I don't remember cleaning».
«That's because I cleaned».
«Oh».
«Yeah». Miguel took a breath and took the pizza boxes into his hands, depositing them on the kitchen island. They looked around and immediately realized that Miguel had cleaned their house while he was away. «Did you do everything yourself?» Miguel nodded and leaned his arms on the island. «But...why?».
«Because I had to repay. I am your guest now, consider me as a sorta of roommate. Ah, and because there was a mess everywhere».
They let out a laugh upon hearing that confession, shook their head and placed their hands on his hips. “I owe you one. Or maybe more».
«More than one» Miguel pointed out.
«Okay, O'Hara. I'll go wash my hands and then we'll eat this good pizza, yes?».
«Que chingados me ocurrió…».
He had to admit it, Miguel had never felt so welcome that this felt strange. His family had mistreated him so many times during his life that a proposition as trivial as simple as eating pizza with a person he had met that very morning seemed unreal. He'd felt strange and confused, but part of him couldn't take it. He wanted to make things better. He really wanted to help this time and be friendly. Even if that would take a long, long time, according to him. He nodded a second time, seeing his host walk away towards the bathroom. He breathed in and out, and ran a hand through his hair.
#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#miguel o hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel x reader#atvs#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o hara x you#miguel o' hara x you#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#spiderman
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Master Eon: Before we start letting everyone in, one last check on everything. Decorations?
Hugo: Secure, reinforced, and impossible to tangle.
Master Eon: Good, the last thing we need is another High Five incident. Refreshments?
Hugo: Most of it's here already, Finn's still on his way with his contributions.
Master Eon: As long as he arrives, he makes some excellent enchiladas. Music?
Hugo: Picked it all out personally! Here, take a listen!
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Master Eon:
Hugo:
Hugo: I... probably should've listened to the whole thing...I, uh...I need to make a quick adjustment.
(Hugo begins to frantically change the songs on his playlist)
Master Eon: [sigh] Well, hopefully the party turns out better than last year.
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Cynder: Wow, Everyone's outdone themselves this year, the Academy looks amazing!
Spyro: Yeah, but it's not just festive decorations and music that makes a holiday great.
Cynder: And what would make it great?
Spyro: Spending it with the greatest dragon you know?
Cynder: [laugh] I guess that would.
Spyro: (pulls Cynder close with his wing) Shall we find somewhere less crowded?
Cynder: I suppose we shall.
(Stealth Elf watches the two head off, following after them)
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Sonic Boom: Whirlwind! I see you're trying a new look.
Polar Whirlwind: Yeah, I keep forgetting this happens every winter. Not sure why. It does have its uses though.
Sonic Boom: Really? Like what?
Lightning Rod: Whirlwind! Did you carve "Lightning Rod is a big stupid poopoohead" into my custom-made Christmas statue again?! Where are you?!
Polar Whirlwind: (digging into the snow) If he asks, I was never here.
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Golden Queen: Ugh, Chompy Mage, what are you wearing?!
Jingle Bell Chompy Mage: I am wearing a Santa outfit like I was told to! Yohoho, I look festive!
Chompy Puppet: You sure do, Chompy Mage!
Jingle Bell Chompy Mage: Aww, thank you Chompy Puppet!
Golden Queen: You look like you kidnap children, change into your regular garb at once!
Golden Queen: ...And they called us evil, whoever made him dress like that is the true criminal!
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(Stealth Elf is peeking through a window)
Eruptor: Hey Elfy, what're you-
(Stealth Elf covers Eruptor's mouth and drags him down)
Stealth Elf: Shhh, They'll hear!
Eruptor: Who?
Stealth Elf: (pointing at Spyro and Cynder) Them!
Stealth Elf: I hung a sprig of mistletoe in the Library, and I'm waiting for both of them to notice and kiss!
Eruptor: Are they even dating?
Stealth Elf: Yes! No, it's... [sigh] that's exactly why I'm doing this! No one here knows what in Skylands is up with those two, and they refuse to clarify! Are they dating? Platonic? Platonic with benefits? None of us can figure it out!
Stealth Elf: Well, not today! I'm getting to the bottom of this once and for all!
Eruptor: ...okay. I guess I'll leave you to it. (backs away cautiously)
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Wolfgang: Hugo, mate, we gotta ask ya something.
Hugo: About what?
Echo: It's the music. I get it technically counts as something Christmas-y, but "Broccoli Guy and Chill Bill's Cool-iflower Festivity Mixtape" is still really weird for a party playlist.
Radio: 🎶Tis the season to be Troll-y, falalalala lalalala-🎶
Hugo: I was short on time! I had no better choices!
Wolfgang: Really? Aren't there thousands of Christmas songs out there?
Echo: And we have the Skaletones on speed-dial, couldn't get them?
Hugo: (storming off) Well, if you're not satisfied with my choices, then why don't you pick the songs out!
(Hugo storms off, leaving Echo and Wolfgang with the stereo system)
Wolfgang: ...I have a really horrible idea. (whispers it into Echo's ear)
Echo: That's awful. Let's do it!
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Mags: Glumshanks! Glad you could make it!
Glumshanks: Thanks for the invitation. I'm actually kind of looking forward to this.
Mags: You better! This party's been a par-tic-ularly fantabulous jig!
Boomer: Mags, have you seen the fireworks? Buzz and Cali won't let us set them off and someone hid my secret stash!
Boomer: Oh hey, aren't you Kaos' lapdog?
Glumshanks: Not for tonight, at least until 8:30. Though, I'm not exactly sure what to do here.
Boomer: Well, worry not my fellow troll! C'mon, let's find some fireworks and set them off!
Glumshanks: I- that sounds kind of fun, I guess. Sure, why not!
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Holiday Wash Buckler: (staring at his watch) Where the barnacles is Chompy Mage? He's late for our matching Santa outfit photoshoot!
Merry Snap Shot: Beats me, guess he forgot.
Jolly Bumble Blast: I hope not! The bees aren't too happy about looking like flying peppermints, let's just start without him!
Chompy Mage: I am here! Sorry for being late!
Merry Snap Shot: Mate, where's your Santa dress? Didya forget about the theme?
Chompy Mage: Golden Queen told me to not wear it, she also said something about kidnapping infants and how you all should be imprisoned!
Merry Snap Shot: You gotta be joking, after all this time, she's back to evil?! And on Christmas too?!
Jolly Bumble Blast: So...that's a no on the Santa photos?
Merry Snap Shot: (pulling out his Traptanium Bow) 'Fraid not, Skylander duties come first. Now, let's have a little chat with Goldie...
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Missile-Tow Dive-Clops: Lob-Star, nice colors!
Winterfest Lob-Star: As to you, Dive-Clops. It appears that we match.
Missile-Tow Dive-Clops: Hey, we kinda do! Y'know, it's funny, me and Eye-Brawl were gonna do something like this, but when the headless giant heard he'd have to wear red and white, he ran off! We're still looking for him...
(meanwhile)
Eye-Brawl: For the love of the Ancients, it is just one day! I didn't complain when I wore that pumpkin for Halloween!
Headless Giant: (refuses in headless silence)
Eye-Brawl: You are so impossible!
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Smolderdash: (walking past some snowmen) Roller Brawl? Where are you? You told me to meet you here.
Snowler Brawl: (jumping out of a snowman) Boo!
Smolderdash: (falling backward) Gah!
Snowler Brawl: [laughing] Gotcha! I saw the snowmen and I couldn't resist!
Snow-Brite Stormblade: (popping out of the Christmas tree) Ooh, you were hiding in random Christmas stuff too?
Dec-Ember: (climbing down from the hanging lights) I thought I was the only one doing so.
Smolderdash: W-wha...why were you all...[sigh] nevermind.
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Tree Rex: Looks like the next song's coming up. Wonder what'll it be?
(Some very familiar music plays)
Terrafin: By the Ancients, not these! I thought we got rid of all the copies!
Flynn: Hey, Christmas 4 Bad Guyz 2 is a bop! Especially since I was a part of it!
(Echo and Wolfgang start laughing as Terrafin and Flynn start arguing)
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(Spyro and Cynder are cuddling together in the Library, laying on a sofa with blankets)
Spyro: So, when should we rejoin the festivities?
Cynder: Mmm, I think we could wait a couple more minutes.
Stealth Elf: (thinking to herself) Come on, come on, come on, kiss, or don't! Just look at the dang mistletoe!
Cynder: Spyro? I never get to say this to you a lot, but... I-
(Cynder is interrupted by a loud explosion of fireworks)
Spyro: ...Huh. Guess Boomer found the fireworks after all. What were you going to say, Cynder?
Cynder: Oh, well, I was going to say... I'm-
(Cynder is interrupted again by the sounds of fighting)
Stealth Elf: You gotta be kidding...
Golden Queen: (bursting through the Library doors) For the last time, I said HE looked like he kidnapped children! If you saw him wearing that horrid costume you would agree!
Snap Shot: Save it for the Cloudcracker guards, Queenie!
(Snap Shot and Golden Queen continue fighting, knocking each other through a window in the process)
Spyro: That was odd.
Cynder: Yeah. Anyways, l-
Spyro: (noticing the mistletoe) Hey, what's that?
Cynder: It looks like...
Stealth Elf: Yes, yes, yes!
Cynder: ...Holly.
Stealth Elf: What.
Spyro: (plucking the holly from the ceiling) Hey, it is. Guess someone mistook it for mistletoe.
Stealth Elf: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I SPENT HALF THE NIGHT DOING THIS FOR NOTHING?!! GAH!
(Stealth Elf storms off)
Cynder: Sheesh, guess Stealth Elf isn't having a good Christmas.
Spyro: Wonder what she was doing by the window...
Cynder: Eh, probably not important. But, as I was saying...
Cynder: I'm lucky to have met you. All those years ago, after the fighting, you were the first to believe in me, that there was more than darkness in my heart. You led me down a better path, and I'll always be thankful for that.
Spyro: I'm glad I met you too, you're one of the best Skylanders around! Fighting Kaos, defeating Malefor, I'm not sure how we'd ever have done it without you. Plus, I got to know the best dragon around.
(Spyro and Cynder kiss)
Spyro: Merry Christmas, Cynder.
Cynder: Merry Christmas, Spyro.
Spyro and Cynder:
Spyro: So...are we dating?
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The plan was that I'd do one of these and go back to regularly unscheduled dinosaur drawings, but brain said no, so now I've made a whole series of mock covers for the "main character Shizuka" AU.
Logo based on that of the Doraemon manga published by Shogakukan, as well as a promotional graphic for an event at the Doraemon Waku Waku Sky Park.
Brief notes on each cover below the break:
Vol. 1: Based on "Shizuka the Friendly Witch" from the manga, in which Shizuka borrows gadgets from Doraemon so she can cosplay as a witch and help people in need. In this AU where Doraemon actually lives with her, I imagine this would be a recurring event. As Shizuka finds out in canon, riding a broomstick gets sore after a while, so I took a leaf from the 1981 anime adaptation of the story and had her change pose so that both of her legs are dangling off the same side of the broom.
Vol. 2: Shizuka tries using Momotaro's Dumplings to tame a wild animal. Unfortunately, it happens to be the one animal Doraemon is terrified of.
Vol. 3: My original idea for this was that Doraemon would be helping Shizuka with a school project, but I don't know what elementary school project would require Doraemon to consult his Universal Encyclopedia! Either way, they're working hard. You can decide what they're working on. Other fans have made the observation that in the manga, Shizuka has the recurring character tic of holding her pencil in her mouth, so I chose to incorporate that here.
Vol. 4: As in the source material, Shizuka's pet canary escaping would be a regular concern. Here, Doraemon intends to use the Course Marker to help her recapture the canary (which he has also done in canon).
Vol. 5: As revealed in "Boy Becomes Girl", Shizuka actually loves climbing trees, but her mom prohibits her from doing so on the grounds that it's not "proper" behavior for a girl. Maybe with Doraemon's help, she can get away with indulging this interest more often...
Vol. 6: Well, there's no getting away from the fact that one of Shizuka's best-known character traits is that she loves bathing, even though official media mostly uses this as an excuse to put her in some gross and questionable scenarios. Here she introduces Doraemon to the concept of a milk bath, inspired by her desire to take one in the film Nobita's Little Star Wars. They've used the Shrink-grow Cup to create enough milk for the tub.
Vol. 7: Another one of Shizuka's more famous character traits is that she is dreadful at playing the violin. I am also dreadful at drawing violinists, so I'll blame any errors I've made with her posture on the fact that she isn't good at playing. Either way, this is something Doraemon would have to deal with in this AU...
Vol. 8: After shrinking herself with the Gulliver's Tunnel, Shizuka can play with her plush bunny in a new and exciting way. I wanted Shizuka to be doing something with her stuffed toy collection in this one, but I wasn't sure what. I ended up being partly inspired by another scene from Nobita's Little Star Wars.
Vol. 9: Shizuka and Doraemon enjoy their favorite snacks. At this point in the "series", I think Shizuka would have learned to tolerate Doraemon knowing about her fondness for sweet potatoes.
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gods i missed you so much! it's so nice to see you came back (i am a little late to say welcome back ik, sorry). you're one of the best writers here and you can bet i was super happy to find out you're back and writing for stranger things 🥹 well and can i join the sleepover and ask for 🍋 with eddie munson, where he's with reader who kinda has tics and it's his first time seeing her do it. well, its not really tics i think, but idk how to call it. just something comes to mind and they have the urge to say/do it. like whistling, clapping hands, saying things heard from a movie etc. even grab someone and playfully bite them sometimes, yea... need some representation for myself i guess
hi my love!!! ty you so so much🥺💌you’re too kind but I’m so glad you’ve found me again! and you bet I’m in my stranger things era!! of course u can join my love, feel free to send in as many as you like!!
join my sleepover <3
eddie first started to notice your stims when you would absentmindedly grab his hand and fiddle with his rings
he never minded though
he found it quite sweet that you were always drawn to him
and you definitely were
In some way or another, your hands were always on him
the most amusing tic that you had was biting
oh man, you loved to bite
you’d be talking about how exciting hellfire was the other day
and then you’re just biting his forearm
and it just, scratched that itch you had in your had in your head
he’d burst out laughing, he found it so so cute
you tried to shy away at first
but he wouldn’t let you
he practically shoved his hand to ur mouth
“Go on, pretty, you can bite when you need to.”
UGH
HES JUST SO!!
and he definitely doesn’t care when any of your stims happen
you could be surrounded by a bunch of mental heads after a gig
you could tell he wanted to impress all of them
But you couldn’t help that feeling again and so you started to whistle
all of them turn to you, mostly in surprise
you at first thought it was because you were whistling and you felt embarrassed
but then, “hey, that’s so cool!”
unbeknownst to you, your brain had chosen an iron maiden song that Eddie was listening to on the way there
and oh wow, eddie was so fucking giddy
practically jumping up and down because first, his baby is so cute and fucking awesome and secondly, which is just a perk, the other metalheads loved it
he’d press a long kiss to your temple and intertwining your hands together with a big smile on his face
another one of your stims is just spouting out movie quotes
Steve would be pouty as another girl had left the family video
“Well, that’s it. I give up on women.”
Robin scoffed, “really? you didn’t even try to ask her out.”
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
Eddie would just turn to you, “oh my god, did i make you up in my dreams? seriously, holy shit—”
Sometimes when you get into the shower, you’re making the psycho noises
and Eddie can hear it from your room, and he can’t help but laugh so hard
bc he just loves it so much
and he loves you so much
He’d call from your room, “I love you, pretty.”
You would just laugh and shake your head, “I love you too, eds.”
#vic’s sleepover ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson fluff#fluff#stranger things#stranger things headcanons#stranger things fanfiction
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— 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] lasko moore
“you’re doing it again” you say glancing over to where lasko is sitting and staring at you with the biggest heart eyes you’ve ever seen. he turns bright red once he realizes that’s he’s been caught and starts trying to stutter out an excuse.
“do-doing w-what?” he finally manages to get out after struggling to find the right words.
“looking at me with those eyes” you smile at him.
“w-what eyes?” lasko lets out a nervous laugh.
you stand and walk over to sit with him on the couch, making sure to sit very close.
“the ‘i’m so in love with you’ eyes” you say kissing his flushed cheek gently. lasko feels dopey with you and can’t help but act that way, you don’t mind though clearly since it makes you laugh; he loves making you laugh.
“i can’t help it” he says finally facing you. his eyes widen when he realizes how close you are to his face. “h-hi”
“i love when you do that” you grin.
“love when i do w-what?” lasko asks while glancing to the side for no particular reason .
“when i get really close to your face like this you always go ‘hi’ and it’s honestly one of my favorite things to do to you cause i love the reaction you give”
“o-oh, i didn’t realize i did that” you nod.
“i love it” you say before leaning in to kiss him.
lasko melts into your lips, he has always though that your lips taste heavenly and soft— something like cotton candy and salt water taffy. he wonders if you’re aware of how much your kiss effects him, not in a dirty way just in a ‘wow i’m so in love with them and how they kiss me’ way.
lasko pulls away to hold your face in place as he drinks in your features before deciding to smoother you in kisses which makes you giggle at the sudden action.
“ahh i’m being attacked” you laugh though you also don’t do anything to stop said attacks.
“i’m just loving you” he says before place a final cheek on your cheek with a big ‘mwah’ sound to follow it. “i can’t look at you or kiss you now? let me love you sweetie”
“i do let you love me” you laugh as you place your hands over his. lasko’s hands have always been so warm and yours always seem to be cold but he doesn’t seem to mind. he’s always happy to hold them. “you’re being silly”
“you don’t like silly me?”
“i love silly you” you remove his hands from you face as you pull him in to plant a kiss on his nose. “you love silly me?”
“of course—” lasko’s statement is quickly cut off as your freezing hands find their way under his shirt. “ah—ah hey y-you k-k-know i’m tic-ticklish there!” he says while squirming away from your touch.
you can’t hold in your laughter at the sight of him wiggling around on the couch trying to avoid the cold touch.
“you can’t escape the cold breeze boy, i’m everywhere”
after almost five minutes of squirming around on the couch and almost falling off twice, lasko finally manages to grab your hands and stop your tickle attack on him. in the end he’s panting and holding onto your hands tightly in case you decide to go for it again.
“alright i’m done i promise” you smile and he weakly smiles back and sighs in relief.
“oh thank goodness” he lets go of your hands and you lay back on the couch to wave him over. he lays against you and you pet his head to calm him. “i can hear my heartbeat in my ears.”
“i really got you going huh?” you smile.
“definitely my work out for the week” you laugh again before kissing his head.
“i love you breeze boy”
“i love you too sweetie”
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i am so in love with how the lay out for this song turned out oml, requested by @morgansplace
.love always <3 pearl
.masterlist
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted headcanons#redactedverse#redacted fluff#redacted lasko moore#redacted lasko#redacted lasko x sweetie#redacted fanfic#redacted asmr headcanons#redacted audio headcanons#redacted asmr lasko#redacted audio lasko#redacted asmr lasko moore#redacted audio lasko moore#lasko moore#lasko x sweetie
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HAPPY AUTISM AWARENESS DAY!
First: happy autism awareness day to all my mun/mods with autism or who have characters with autism. (in my case, it's both!)
So in honour of Autism Awareness Day and month, I'd like to tell you all about my levels of autism <3
Tics and Fidgets: I'm on the spectrum such that I have a lot of tics and fidgets. Usually it's the repititions which feel nice, and it can often annoy others. I have a tendency to: click my tongue, snap my fingers, flap my hands, rock back and forth, and i make popping sounds. the more subtle tics are pulling my hair, picking my fingernails.
Poor Eye contact: Poor eye contact with me is only with people i don't know or during stressful situations. like if i'm in a meeting with Nick Fury, i'll be fine. but if i'm greeting new agents? hell no. (//ooc: i can talk to my class teacher just fine, but with maybe the delivery man, a cashier, i can't look them in the eyes.).
Abnormal Posture: ...as an agent, this is a huge no-no. the only reason i got the job is because my abnormal posture is literally me just keeping my fists clenched at all times, and keeping my left foot a bit more in front of the other. a tense fighting stance if you will. Convenient!
Anxiety: Shockingly, it's low! I only get anxious in places which are too loud or too far from home. loud places make me really anxious because it means i have too many thoughts in my head and too many things to process at a time. and being deaf, too, with hearing aids, it makes it 100x tougher. Sorry, but Azalea Romanoff-Maximoff isn't the girl you take to a party or a club.
Social Difficulty: I have moderately high social difficulty. as in, i have trouble communicating my thoughts when in big groups, and making friends is a bit...daunting as a task. And sometimes i miss on non-verbal cues like sarcasm, subtle joking, even a few metaphors here and there. So iF YOU NEED A SPECIFIC BIRTHDAY GIFT, TELL ME TO MY FACE. DON'T HINT IT-? I WILL LITERALLY NOT GET YOUR POINT.
Noise Sensitivity: ...have you met me? i am VERY sensitive to noise. Vacuum cleaners, power drills, gunshot sounds (//ooc: movies, especially), someone typing loudly on their laptop, so many of these day-to-day sounds drive me to a meltdown sometimes because it's just so annoying.
Abnormal/Flat Speech: Nope. Most people can tell how i'm feeling by my voice, except in situations where i'm confused on how to react. like if someone says they're pregnant, i'll just say 'oh, nice.' like, are you happy or sad or like-? eH???
Fixations: I have plenty. But my biggest ones? Top Three: Animals, History, Space. iF i get bored, i will literally talk about this for hours, and dare you show even an iota of interest in the same, my friend you're gonna be there a WHILE.
Depression: only on sensory overload days, or on days where i randomly get sad. a result of the anxiety, honestly. i think wayyyyy too many 'what if' scenarios.
Aggression: And finally, I'm not a very aggressive person. Only if i'm very overstimulated, if i'm not being heard, or if i'm just having a bad day in general, i might break a pencil or two. maybe throw a few books down a shelf.
BONUS: soooo i hate the colour yellow or anything that is yellow. like, i haven't ever touched a banana. my favourite colour is red, and my favourite animal is the panda. i hate the feeling of shag carpets and i don't like the feeling of nylon on skin. i don't like the scratchiness of yarn and i don't like the sound of chalk on a chalkboard. i do like the hum of an air conditioner though, and looking outside a window helps calm me down.
SO that's all about my autism! I hope i made you all aware! Reach out to any fellow autistic people you may know, and do find out about their fixations, if they're non-verbal or verbal. accept them for who they are, don't try and fix them.
autism isn't a disease. our minds are just wired differently. if you can figure out how a complex video game works within 24 hours, how hard can a person be?
🤟 love you all!
bellow is my autism spectrum evaluation results (mod's) for people who are close to me, like @moongirlwidow @wandabug @supermilkshakebanana @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @capt-carter-mostly-official @esmerxyaugusta and @pietro-maximoff-official <3
#marvel oc#rp oc#marvel rp#azalea romanoff-maximoff#autistic oc#autism awareness day#actually autistic#deaf autistic
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Re-redoing my pinned post
Disclaimer:
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And,
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Hi! I'm Samuil Jane. I go by many different names however (as I am a name hoarder..), you can call me about anything you want; the names I've hoarded are: Samuil/Sami/Sam, Arco, Hans, Chez, Chris, SJ/AJ, CC, Julian, Sarco, Bunny.
I'm a nonbinary trans guy! (Intersex cafab who commonly refers to himself as afab or simply intersex). He/him, they/them, vi/vir.
Asexual demiromantic and pan :)
I have auDHD, DID, anxiety (+ anxiety tics), depression and ants in my pants that threaten to breach at any given moment.
^-- So that may explain some of my posting habits and behaviours.
I have alters so if an alter wants to link a seperate account, they can below.
@the-unknown-system9
My blog may include occasional venting, or triggering imagery. It will be tagged accordingly (and if it's bad, there'll be post cuts). Although if I don't tag, it's usually in the middle of some shitty shitty time where I am too demotivated to even type in the tags so sorry.
Just keep that in mind.
This blog has accidentally became a reblog and personal post haven when it was meant for my OCs, so I have a sideblog for my comics to keep that stuff organised.
Sideblogs/parodies:
COMIC BLOG!: @samijami-comics
Harassment archive blog: @samijamis-harassment-archive
Abuse archive blog: @samijamis-abuse-archive
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Yes, I'm the JK Rowling account -_- lol
Extra:
I made the Dr. D. Light AI on Character.AI. (Thanks for 105k+ chats!)
I have uninstalled C.AI because the buzzing when the AI is typing is too annoying for me. So I can't keep track of how many chats he has.
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I quit Instagram
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List of OCs! (For roleplays, asks, and etc. Please check the contents of roleplays with me first if you're someone I don't roleplay with often).
If I don't wanna roleplay with a specific character, that either means the character is not fully developed (in personality, etc) or I don't think that character fits the roleplay type.
I have too many characters lmfao
This blog will have cussing and shit on it (whoospie)
Anyways, have fun, don't harass me and don't cry to me if you forget to block a tag that may trigger you (for the love of God, please block triggering tags when on my blog).
#introduction post#introduction#introducing myself#introductory post#introducing post#pinned post#pinned intro#pinned info#new pinned#info post
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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}
CHAPTER 3
WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers.
This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome.
!!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!
Chapter three
Toby didn't eat much of his dinner, he just sat there and watched as his family picked at their food. Not even Lyra ate that much. He assumed she'd tell them about the situation at her job, but in fear of angering their dad, she stayed to herself. That night Toby stared at his ceiling, thinking, wondering. Mr. Cowbells laid next to him. He turned and faced the stuffed cow, furrowing his eyebrows. "Maybe i am t-too old for stupid stuffed toys.." he mumbled to himself, feeling bad almost immediately after. He pulled the cow into a small embrace. "No i take that back i-i didn't mean it, i promise." his leg jerked slightly in distress. He didn't wanna go back to school tomorrow.
Toby fell asleep. His dreams weren't so great. He was being chased in some dark forest, black thin trees stretched for as long as he could see, and that was it. He could see tall figures everywhere he looked. It was just a bunch of black silhouettes. Toby's dream panic mimicked his body, kicking his legs a little and grimacing a lot. The night wasn't so peaceful, honestly.
Toby did manage to get in a few hours of sleep at least, unlike the night before. It was the same routine as always. Get up, get ready, go to school, come home, ect. He didn't ever really catch a break.
The kids in his class started to get even more rude. They mocked his tics, mocked his name. He was more than used to it, though it did annoy the hell out of him.
Before he knew it, Toby was reaching the middle of the school year. Toby was leaving class when he felt a hand slap onto his back with a bunch of laughter echoing the halls. The sudden force was enough to make him jump, looking behind himself only to see a few kids giggling. His eyes were too sensitive to the bright hallway lights.
He chewed the inside of his cheek stressfully. What were they giggling about? Toby rolled his eyes with an audible huff.
Toby kept both of his hands on his bag, heading to the doors to exit the school completely. Suddenly Toby found himself hitting the floor, quite hard too. His papers flew from his bag and a few pencils too. Students trampled his stuff, his homework, textbooks, all of it. They even broke some of his pencils. Someone had tripped him.
Toby's vision was a little blurry, he found himself chewing into his cheek even more from the anger he was experiencing, he could taste blood, which he spat out.
"Aww is ticci gonna cry?"
"He's so red!"
"Embarrassing!"
"I'd hate to be in his shoes, poor thing can't even walk straight"
"hahahahaha"
"HAHAHAHA"
"Stop it! Stop it!!" Toby screamed out, covering his ears. His shouting shocked everyone in the hallway. One of the teachers came pushing past everyone and immediately went to help Toby up, who violently shoved her away. "Don't touch me!" he rubbed his nose, eyes starting to water. "This is-isn't my fault! They shoved me! They broke my things!" he started to shake in anger, hands and vision shivering out of control.
The teacher ripped a note off of his back, reading it. "Oh dear I'm-" she was cut off by him ripping the paper from her hands and grabbing his things from the ground. He shoved it all into his bag, unaware that the note was the reason he was tripped.
Toby pulled his bag over his shoulders and walked out. A fast pace to his step.
Toby made it to the car his mom drove and got in the back seat, slamming the door. The woman looked at him in slight concern. "What's wrong?" she asked. Toby huffed and pulled his bag up, he was still sniffling and seeing red. "Nothing, just drive..please." He mumbled, keeping his bag up to hide himself. The car took off down the school lot and onto the road, the sound of the blinker echoing in his mind as well as everyone's harsh words played on repeat from just a minute ago. Toby pulled his journal, the note falling out that was taped to his back. He hadn't seen it, yanking it from the teacher assuming it was one of his work papers she picked up for him. He read it.
'Kick the freak' it read, in scribbled child-like handwriting. He was currently hidden behind his bag so it wasn't like his mom could see it, but his face faded to a dull expression, shoulders dropping from their tense state. Something about that made him feel very crushed. He felt as if the world was falling around him.
It was just a simple note, but he read it as if every bad name someone could get called was written into it. Toby never did realise how hard something could hit until now.
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#creepypasta#slenderverse#foressfaction#ticci toby#toby rogers#ticci toby creepypasta#ticcitobyrewrite#creepypasta rewrite#creepypastarewrite#fanfiction
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Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods
Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit
So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.
Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)
Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"
Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms
I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep
I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD
I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)
I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk
Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)
I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends
I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.
(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)
Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)
When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(
I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)
I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive
Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE
#actually autistic#undiagnosed neurodivergent#undiagnosed autistic#undiagnosed autism#undiagnosed adhd#autism food#autistic things#autism#audhd#actually audhd#audhd things
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