#—discord for a while because i was just so anxious? idk why discord but uh yeah i guess

[landscaping-your-mind]

[ID: Tags from yaluzaishin reading: “#it’s covered in the fucking ooze. y’know” /End ID]

"i'm not triggered or upset by or even ideologically opposed to it, i just associate it with something so bad that i can't enjoy it anymore" is such a frustrating relationship to have with a piece of media

[space-reindeer]

Let me have my social media accs first and then the rest of my intro post...

Tik Tok (just started using it) : space.reindeer

Instagram (haven't used it for anything besides talking with friends for now) : _space_deer

Ao3 (I'll add maybe when I will do a fic ig)

Discord (would like only my moots to have it so if anyone wants to chat there too with me dm me and I'll give you my name there :3)

Art Fight (I'll add this one soon cuz I'm preparing it first and when it's all nice and pretty I'll add it)

(All the accs are new cuz all my old ones had my irl info on them so nuh uh)

From here on out is just my intro post :3

(Under cut)

Hallo everyone! I'm just a random artist that can't decide what should be my main hobby so I end up with 30 diferent things I can do somewhat decent.

I'm still a minor, close to becoming an adult this year(scary and I really don't want to be one)

English is not my first language so please be nice to me if I mess my letters up cuz I can't spell at all (that and maybe cuz I might have dyslexia but who knows). I can also somewhat understand German and French since I'm forced to study them at school (and cuz I do them in privet too)

(Will most probably not say where I am from but it's not USA so don't involve me in anything related to that TY)

I might be autistic and I clearly have a form of anxiety (will always fear to post stuff online so that might also explain why I will post randomly) but somehow I was diagnosed as depressed by medical proffesionals :x (irl everyone but my family calls me autistic so ngl I think I am autistic)

My main sona is a reindeer/wendigo named Hazel that is exactly me if I were a anything but human.

I am pansexual or aroace. I'm not sure yet since sometime I feel like both :x and genders idk I just don't think I fit any gender, but I'm used being referred to as she/her irl

I'm in high-school in architecture class (wrong choice because I should have been in the art class with my friends oh well) so I only post when I draw something I like and when I find motivation to draw, because school eats it all up for me.

If I sound rude or anything it's because I can't figure out tones when I talk to someone soooo I usually use random text emojis to show my feelings with

I CAN'T MAKE COMMISSION BECAUSE I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW AND I DON'T HAVE THE EMOTIONAL SUPORT TO EVEN BE CAPABLE OF DOING THAT. IF ANYONE DOES WANT ME TO DRAW SOMETHING I WILL BUT IT WILL PROBABLY BE A SKETCH AND THAT'S ALL sobs while writing this

Thank you all for being wonderful beings and reading what my brain decided it was a good idea to write at almost 1 am (I can't see my keyboard anymore TvT) and also thanks for not judging me (I get anxious easily)

[auramindedd]

I Like You - SMAU*

Part 10

CorpseHusband x FemReader - Y/N

warnings: cussing

notes: uhhh,, idk where to take this series, but ima just go w the flow igs 😭 also,, i completely give up on adding the small details like the likes, comments, replies, and the times on tweets so i’m super sorry if it bothers you lmao

it’s also pretty long,, mostly writing rather than the smau, butttt i really like this one 🥺

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“When’s Rae gonna be home?” Corpse asks, playing with his hands.

“She’ll be home tonight, I just don’t know at what time. Why?”

“Uh... I- I just... I don’t know? I’m kind of nervous?”

“Corpse, Rae is your friend. But if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get a hotel room for you not too far away from here?” You suggest, 100% willing to pay for a hotel room for him if he wouldn’t feel comfortable being here with Rae here.

“I wanna stay here- with you... If that’s okay with you, of course.” There’s a slight blush on his face, it makes you smile a bit.

“Yes, I want you to stay here, too. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his plate, stacking his on top of yours, taking them to the sink.

“No, no. I can be on the couch tonight, I don’t sleep anyway.”

“Corpse, I’m not gonna have you sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch. Come on, we’ll figure something out. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods his head. You grab his hand, or more so his fingers, leading him to your room.

You turn the lights off, turning your fairy lights on instead. You tell Corpse to get comfortable, fluffing pillows for him, letting him lay back.

You know Corpse would be a bit anxious and nervous, not something you’d ever blame him for. You’re surprised you’re not being awkward or nervous. You’ve been trying your best to keep Corpse comfortable here, making sure he isn’t getting too nervous.

“Can we watch High School Musical? I have the stupid ass songs stuck in my head, childish me is coming...” You ask, not wanting to torture him with such a movie. Well, it’s not a bad movie, but you’d understand if anyone’d want to shoot themselves in the head while watching.

“Of course, baby.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach from the nickname. You sit closer to the TV, wanting Corpse to be comfortable rather than you.

Suddenly, you feel a hand around your waist. Corpse pulls you to him, letting you lay next to him. He looks at you, smiling. You smile back.

“Corpse, can I ask you a question?” He hums, indicating for you to go on. “That one time, you didn’t answer me for two days... You told me it had been because I was too ‘pretty.’ I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. Why didn’t you answer me, like for real?” You don’t ask this in a bad way either, you’re just genuinely curious.

“I- uh... I’m going to be 100% honest, Y/N, but I don’t wanna scare you away.” He says cautiously, hesitating to go on.

“Corpse, you could never. I’m too attached already.” He chuckles, letting out a sigh.

“I like you. Like, like like you... I liked you before even seeing your face, but after, wow.” Silence. Deafening silence. But honestly, you can hear your fucking smile. You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so hard in your life. “Y/N, baby, say something, please.”

“Corpse,” You look up at him, probably scaring him with your smile. “I like you, too. Like, like like you.” He chuckles, but it’s more of a chuckle of relief. If that’s a thing?

He pulls you close to him, letting your head rest on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, trying to match yours with his. You slowly drift off, your eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

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You wake up in Corpse’s arms. He’s gently stroking your side, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Good morning,” His voice is raspier and deeper than it already is. You didn’t know that was possible.

“Good morning,” You say, yawning softly. You bury your face deeper into his chest, snuggling closer to him.

“So fucking cute.” He mumbles, softly chuckling.

After a while of just laying there in Corpse’s arms, you decide to check social media and your messages. Already, Twitter is going crazy, assuming quickly that you and Corpse are dating. It’s not anything you didn’t expect, but it’d be nice if people didn’t jump to conclusions.

You decide to tweet a good morning, feeling good about today. And sadly, very unfortunately, you decide to text back the group chat - something you’ve been dreading to do.

Corpse is there, reading the messages, but you don’t mind.

You kind of, accidentally, and very stupidly put yourself out, but it’s all good, nobody said anything besides Brooke. You all have a drunk Among Us lobby to get to.

After getting ready, Corpse getting his laptop and mic ready in another room, you join the Discord call. Corpse joins quickly after. Surprisingly, nobody says anything about you two being in the same apartment while greeting each other. You don’t doubt that someone will say something soon.

“Let’s all take a drink - to Corpse and Y/N holding hands!” Alex exclaims, clinking his glass on his mic. The rest cheer, pretending to clink their glasses as well. You sigh and laugh a bit, but nonetheless, you’re gulping down a glass of champagne.

“Alex,” You say, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey, hey, hey. No fucking.” Karl says, and you can hear him slap his hand to his mouth after realizing what he just said. The lobby bursts into fits of laughter, but the one you’re trying to listen for, Corpse’s. It’s silent on his end.

“Karl, how much have you had to drink?” Dream asks, slurring his words. Didn’t this game just start?

“I had like 3 beers?”

“You fucking lightweight.” You tease. “Dream, you’ve been drinking too...”

“Yeah, we might’ve pregamed an Among Us game.” He admits shamefully.

“Didn’t expect less from you two,” Rae says, adding a disappointing tone to her voice for effect. She starts the game, despite the sad protests from Karl and Dream.

Crewmate.

You pout, wanting so badly to be Imposter. You’re a good liar to say the least, and people easily fall for your sweet, innocent voice. It’s funny, pathetic even, which is why you want at least one good Imposter round.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets you in Nav. Dream follows behind him, Karl coming in shortly after.

“Hey, my beautiful alcoholics!” You greet cheerfully, earning groans from them both. Oh, how fun it’s going to be teasing them.

“At least she called us beautiful.” Karl says, walking out of Nav with Dream, leaving you and Corpse alone again. You get back to doing your task, connecting the ship with the dotted lines and whatnot.

“Am I beautiful?” You can hear the pout in his voice, it’s cute.

“Gorgeous, stunning even.” You say before walking out of Nav, smiling to yourself.

This round is pretty uneventful, along with the next few. But after about five rounds, you’re all incredibly drunk after playing some drinking games.

“No balls,” Rae dares. You’re Imposter this round, and Rae’s made you her personal hitman. She’s telling you to kill Karl, but he’s innocently doing his tasks.

“I have three actually.” You defend yourself, not making any sense at all.

“Three what?” Sykkuno comes in.

“Three balls,” Rae answers.

“Okayyy then...” Sykkuno drawls, leaving you two alone. Corpse comes along, the second Imposter. Oh, how convenient.

“Hey, Corpseee,” You greet, making it so fucking obvious.

“Oh my God!” Rae exclaims. You sigh, facepalming yourself. “Corpse kill Karl, Y/N kill Sykkuno.”

“Woah, since when did we become your hitmen?” Corpse backs his astronaut up.

“I’m not killing Syk!” You whisper-yell.

“Okay, then you kill Karl and Corpse can kill Sykkuno.” You can hear her shrugging as if it’s no big deal, but literally, Karl and Sykkuno are the sweetest people to you.

“No, I’m not doing it, Rae...” Corpse still hasn’t said anything. He’s watching you and Rae go back and forth, whisper-yelling even though anyone would be able to hear you.

“I’ll call you two out.”

“You’d never,”

“The emergency meeting button is looking real sexy right now.” Ugh, fuck the stupid smirk you can just hear in her voice.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” Corpse says. He goes and kills Sykkuno. You hesitate killing Karl, but he already watched Corpse kill Sykkuno so, unfortunately, you have to.

You and Corpse run away, leaving Rae to report the bodies.

After you and Corpse vouching for each other the whole round, nobody putting sus on you two because well, you sound so innocent and sweet even while being shitface drunk, you two win, earning groans from everyone in the lobby except from Rae.

“To be fucking fair, Rae had me and Corpse be her hitmen sooo, you can blame her if you died.” The lobby starts yelling playfully at Rae.

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After finally finishing streaming, Corpse comes into your room, plopping down onto your bed.

“Gosh, I’m gonna have the worst fucking hangover tomorrow.” He murmurs into your pillow, hugging it close to him. You jump onto the bed, sitting next to him, playing with his hair. He doesn’t mind, or you don’t think he does.

“It was fun,” You say, smiling to yourself. You love spending time with your friends. You can’t imagine how much fun it’d be if all of you got together in real life.

“It was,” Corpse yawns, looking up at you, smiling as you keep playing with his hair. He gets up, settling himself into your bed again, pulling you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around him, snuggling yourself closer to him.

“We should probably eat something... And get ourselves some water.” You say, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a bitch.

“I don’t wanna let go of you.” Corpse whines. You try getting up, but he almost throws a fucking tantrum. Quickly, you get out of his arms, running out of your room, giggling like a fucking maniac.

“Y/N! Please!” He shouts softly, trying not to wake Rae. He runs after you, following you into the kitchen. You run to the other side of the counter. He goes left, you go right - vice versa.

“Corpse, we need food and water.” You say, trying to grab pans out of the cupboards while he’s trying to get you. You can’t help yourself from giggling. Rae will kill you if you two wake her up.

“I wanna hold you,” Corpse pouts. Gosh, he’s going to be the death of you.

“In a sec, I can make us something real quick.” Drunk Corpse obviously equals Clingy Corpse.

“Fine,” He sighs dramatically, sitting on a stool. You grab pans from underneath the cupboards, pulling out some bread and cheese. Grilled cheese is easiest and it’ll take the least amount of time.

As you’re plopping bread into the toaster, Corpse snakes his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into your neck. There’s the slightest stubble, making you giggle.

“Corpse, I can’t cook with you on me.”

“Yes you can, I’ll help.” So stubborn...

You take the bread out of the toaster before it gets too toasted, putting it on the buttered pan.

It was a mission to finish the food to say the least. Corpse demands you eat in your room that way he can hold you. You put on The Promised Neverland, watching the TV as Corpse watches you. But honestly, you don’t mind.

You two fall asleep in each other’s arms again. And you don’t think you’d ever be able to fall asleep without being in his arms again.

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[time-to-write-and-suffer]

how do you make friends/mutuals here on tumblr/other sites. all of mine have drifted away and it sucks. any tips and also is it weird to message people and just start talking?

Ok so I’m both the right and the wrong person to approach about this subject.

Right because I’m generally pretty good at making online friends (in lieu of flesh friends probably). Wrong because it’s not through any effort of my own, lmao. At least not consciously? 

So while I don’t have any substantial tips to give you, I have some thoughts that hopefully you’ll find useful?

First things first: You’ll drift away with a number of people no matter what, so that’s just a given. For me personally it’s usually because of ideological disagreements, but sometimes we’re just rarely in the same timezone.

As for messaging people, I wouldn’t say it’s weird per se, and it can definitely work, but I never do that personally, and usually when people have messaged me with the intent of “becoming friends”, the conversation hasn’t lasted beyond a week at most. I dunno why but that’s just how it’s been for me personally. (Ok I just remembered where this actually worked once but the person in question sent in an anon ask first and I urged them to message me so idk if that counts.)

There are also some people who are generally uncomfortable with people dropping into their chats (I’m not and encourage people to do so), and many on writeblr can be shy or anxious, so direct chat is, I would say, a bit more “aggressive” and can be off-putting. If your Intended Friend is a bigger writeblr, then they probably get unsolicited messages like that a lot more, and the chances of you getting noticed among the pile are in the negatives. 

For me, the best way of finding friends (not mutuals, because there are some people I’m not mutuals with but we’re still pals) is through Discord. I’ve been pretty spoiled when it comes to that, because 4/4 times I’ve just sat back like a decadent monarch while the masses have piled into my servers, and 3/4 times it’s worked pretty darn good.

But that requires that you already have a decent following, and that can be hard when you’re just starting out. However, everyone and their mom has a server right now, so if you know your intended Friend has one or is part of one, you could just join it.

I’m not suggesting Discord because I’m a Nerd, but because it’s a place specifically FOR conversation and casual chatting, versus just dropping into someone’s DMs and hoping they feel like talking to some rando, and often they’re themed after something specific. It means you have something in common with the people in there and something to talk about from the get-go. It’s also filled with a bunch of other dingdongs, so if your Intended Friend doesn’t seem into it, you might find other buds!

You can also go the traditional way of just interacting with the person’s content over a period of time to the point where they know your URL and they’ve spoken to you and seem comfortable with you.

As for keeping them from drifting away? *shrug emoji* I dunno what to tell you there. I think usually, for me at least, for a friendship to last, you’d need to have something in common with the person outside of your shared interest. That way, once your conversation about Topic of Interest has died down after Contact Has Been Established, you can still find new things to talk about. It also helps to like ... check in on them? Ask them how they’re doing? Like if you notice they’ve been quiet or blogging about sad stuff. Idk I think that’s just something you do with friends (IRL and internet) in general, but it helps to know that someone cares about you outside of your ability to provide Bants, and that they’re aware of your absence. It also reminds them that you exist so that’s a bonus.

But uh ... yeah! I think that’s all I have to say on this particular topic. It’s hard making friends in this bitch of a world, so you stay strong and keep at it! 

Good luck! 

[diannaagrcns]

and on another note... im so sorry i’ve been such a terrible friend recently! i know i can be inconsistent even at the best of times, but i’ve seriously been neglecting my online friendships lately and it’s 100% my fault, just ongoing issues w/ me, myself & i -- none of you have said/done anything to make me wanna avoid you or anything like that! im just like.... doing what my anxious, depressed brain thinks is “the right thing” and removing myself from ur lives to an extent -- which is super stupid!! because if y’all really didn’t want anything to do with me, you would unfollow me! block me! remove me on sk*pe and d*scord! and none of that has happened so uh??? @ myself.... don’t make other ppl’s decisions for them, maybe?? because we are a TERRIBLE judge of... well, of me! we think we’re always a terrible person! a terrible friend! a terrible sister! a terrible daughter! but there is proof out there, there are ppl out there who insist that this is not the case!! so maybe let them decide if that want me around, bc i defs want them around?? but think im ~not good enough~ for anything or anyone so me distancing myself is somehow doing the world a favour or smth

idk idk

the point IS !! i am aware that i’ve been super distant! it took me a while to kind of put it together, like, oh fuck, i haven’t messaged these good friends in more than a month?? i haven’t opened skype or discord at ALL in about as long? just shit like that. idk if im ready/able to try and change that rn but i know i’ve dropped the ball and i know it can be stressful to wait this long to hear from me! 

and i....totally lost where i was gonna go next w/ all this ffs why does this keep happening ://