#Night Terror!Marshmellow

[lemmyface0w0]

juzt roblox doodlez today, but next pozt will be one of the thingz i've been working on i swear!!

inanimate insanity doodlezz

Balloon then Nickel and Baseball<3

Marshmellow and Stick! they're brotherz :)

Stick iz dead though<//3

HEARTYY!!! honk LOVEZ Valentinez Day, itz alzo hiz birthday so!!

i forgot eros wingz<//3

lyric stuff ghehe

firzt one iz & from Tally Hall and second one iz Eighth Wonder from Lemon Demon :3

Slimecicle :D! i drew him cuz someone drew a really cool drawing of Tommyinnit

aaand to finizh the pozt off... Hozt!!!!

[xmadeoflightningx]

if you’re hearing SILENCE by MARSHMELLOW playing, you have to know MARIANA VARGAS (SHE/HER; CISWOMAN) is near by! the 33 year old BAKER at BON APPETREAT/HERBALIST been in town for, like, 21 YEARS. they’re known to be quite SECRETIVE , but being ADVENTUROUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ADRIA ARJONA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those MUDDIED HIKING BOOTS AT THE DOOR, TATTOOED ARMS KNEADING DOUGH, BLOOMING GARDEN AND GREENHOUSE LINED WITH HERBS AND POTION BOTTLES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!

Bio details:

tw: death

Born to an adventurous family, much of Mariana's early years were spent on trips out into the wilderness. She and her brother went to school of course, their time off however was spent on hikes and camping trips. They were known for taking their kids out for weeks at a time, with only the local rangers knowing where they were.

When Mari was 12, one such adventure took a dangerous and dark turn. The family's camp was found ravaged, presumably by a bear and a rescue was mounted to find the family. Though their parents were never found, Mari and her younger brother, Silas (7 at the time) were found miles away dehydrated and bloodied but alive. Mari had no memory of what happened but between the jagged cuts in her side and her brother's account they were certain a bear had wandered into their camp and tragedy struck.

With no family willing to take on two kids, they ended up in the system and were ultimately adopted by the Grayson Young. The transition was a struggle for both of them, dealing with grief and ptsd from the attack. Mari eventually settled in, finding happiness in her new family but Silas never quite adjusted. He believed their mom was out there somewhere, often running away to find her. Over time Mari learned to accept that and stopped trying to bring him home. As much as she had loved her biological parents, she'd had also known the darker side of the Vargas family business, a world she was more than happy to be rid of.

Her adventures were never far behind her, despite the attack and the nightmares and night terrors that plagued her she still went on hikes, even kept up with the yearly camping trip. Between her intrigue over the healing spring and her knowledge of the medicinal properties of plants she often supplements her income at the bakery by offering herbal remedies from the plants she grows in her garden and greenhouse.

Wanted connections:

friends

enemies/frienemies

rivals

neighbors

exes/flings

[truelyvia]

Oh oh! How about bad sans poly + swap?

Hohohoho.

Well there's difficulties in that. Its not my go to, but I do like some of it.

Error, Nightmare, and Horror are the closest circle to Blue, with Error and Nightmare being the closest in the bad poly.

Cross and Killer are cautious and careful when near swap but double the affections verbally.

Dust and Blue are simply platonic partners.

Blue moves in with the bad sanses and slowly they pull away from terrorizing aus and destructing them unless necessary. Blue becomes a solid strong post to all of them and ends up helping them all with virtual therapy and learns how to do physical therapy. He studies for a doctorate.

Dust and Blue like to cuddle and relax together in silence, when dust has mental episodes Blue manages to know how to snap him out of it, he helps killer and horror learn how to help dust in his episodes for when swap isnt around.

Killer and blue play music together, with Killer learning the drums and annoying the rest of the castle at 3 am due to figuring out he suffers insomnia. Blue usually coaxes killer to cross or dusts room and three off them spoon up to each other to sleep.

Cross and Blue like to cook together, they make home-made chocolate and tacos often, but learn many new foods that the whole castle can enjoy, such as sweet chicken rice, poff marshmellows, macncheese and more.

Horror and blue work on memory exercises for horrors short-term memory loss. This helps him retain more memories. The two also pick up on foraging the nearby woods and do nature watching often when the world ends up starting to become a bright world.

Blue and Error knit together, often gifts to glow up the area or for the boys. Blue and Error are gossips to each other, often spitting words out without second thoughts.

Nightmare is gentle and smooth with blue, but he makes any intentions with him clear and from the start. Blue sleeps in his room the most and often wakes up to find nightmare snuggled in next to him. They spend time writing stories and planning mental adventures.

Blue learns to control his volume with the boys, figuring out his loud nature would set off certain reactions, Blue ends up getting a mark from each of the boys in two shapes and in their own special colour.

Blue likes to wake up early and treats all of them to breakfast in bed. Each guy ends up trying to keep blue in the room without success.

They have weekly game nights and they often let blue win.

Blue ends up learning the power of the sandal when horror ravenges the food, nightmare and cross taught him the ways.

Cross and dust often team up to prank blue, who teams up with killer to prank them back.

Blue learns a new insult every year he stays and often points the insult out when two of the boys start fighting.

Blue ends up getting very ill and the boys panic, calling truce with dream (and only dream) to come heal or help him. He recovers and finds out horror makes an amaaaazing pillow and killer could become his blanket any time he wanted.

The inside jokes are endless, they constantly go to au meetings and make everyone feel left out by mentioning them.

Nightmare likes to drone on about how good and safe and healthy being inside is. The badsanses call his bullshit and blue dead pans with "no wonder everyone but you doesn't have anxiety hm? We love you too nightie."

The nicknames are endless, they often have to pull out a hat to see what nicknames shall be used for the day......

Thats bout it

[foramomentonly]

Saved-A Meet Ugly

Author’s Note: Behold, the promised meet ugly inspired by @aewriting ! Blatantly stealing titles from early aughts teen films of my youth at this point.

Summary: Alex discovers a) his new roommate is a Christian Fundamentalist who hates him, b) he’s love with said roommate, and c) he’s super wrong.

 CW: negative perspective on organized Christianity/Fundamentalism

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Alex meets his dormmate briefly in the hall as he and his parents are heading out to lunch. Michael Guerin is friendly, his barely-contained, nervous energy evident in the restless way he passes his hands through his close-cropped curls. His parents are formal, bordering on sour, and they glare at Alex’s eyeliner and polished fingernails with disdain. They don’t invite him to eat with them. Then again, Alex thinks as they part and he wanders towards the room he’ll share with Michael, his own father didn’t even bother to drop him off at school. Glass houses, or some shit like that.

Michael has claimed the left side of the room, his bed neatly made up with simple, blue sheets and his desk stuffed with thick textbooks, some already clearly marked with wear. A battered, clunky-looking laptop charges on his nightstand. Some secret tension in Alex slowly uncoils with the knowledge that he isn’t sharing living space with some rich prick; when he eschewed the Manes family military tradition for higher education, Alex left home with little more than his scholarships and a military duffle stuffed with clothes and stolen linens to his name. Knowing his days of watching douchebags like Kyle Valenti flaunt expensive tokens of their parents’ unconditional love are over is a small comfort. 

That is, until Alex notices the crucifix resting on Michael's plaid pillowcase. It’s innocuous enough; Liz Ortecho's small home has plenty, family heirlooms hung as reverently as Texas gas station finds, and Alex counts her among his true family. But the facts fall into place like thundering dominos—Michael’s parents' disgust at Alex's makeup, the family's conservative clothes, Michael's closely-chopped hair and, after a bit of snooping, the two well-worn Bibles Alex finds, one in Michael's nightstand and the other on his small bookshelf. Fundamentalists, most likely. Alex swears loud and defiant into the empty room. He thought he'd left bigots and homophobes in his dust, but like a plague of fucking locusts, they followed him, and here he is about to share a sink with one of them. 

But Alex also knows better than most that kids aren’t always carbon copies of their parents’ stupidity; he’d flip his shit if someone assumed they knew literally anything about his beliefs based on his asshole father. So when Michael returns to the room Alex is in stealth mode, spread out across his bed and feigning disinterest by flipping through his welcome packet, tracking Michael’s movements out of the corner of his eye. Michael blows a loud puff of air out through his lips and looks like he’s about to flop onto his bed. When he sees the crucifix, he freezes; Alex is about to celebrate a victory against religious indoctrination when Michael lifts the small cross reverently off his pillow and, after an appraising scan of his space, hangs it low on the wall above his nightstand, dragging his school-issued lamp in front of it. He jerks his chin down in a small nod of satisfaction before his eyes dart quickly over to Alex; he almost catches Alex in a glower. Instead, Alex is quietly seething over an intramural sports schedule, his face blank, eyes burning holes in the middle of the page. He figures he’s in the clear when he hears Michael’s bedsprings creak with the sudden weight of his body. Alex glances up and Michael is crossing his arms lazily behind his head. He lets out a loud, satisfied sigh and shoots Alex a disarmingly sincere grin.

“Free at last, huh?” he drawls, and Alex arches a cold brow.

“Sure.”

Alex has every intention of icing Michael out of his daily existence, but as months go by—months where Michael lets his curls grow wild, rambles on and on about the science of irrigation, offers Alex his extensive biology notes for midterms, and laughs loud and deep at all of Alex’s snarky asides—Alex finds himself smiling easily at Michael in return, willingly passing lazy lunch hours and weekend afternoons with him. It comes down to this: for all Michael hasn’t done—the crucifix is an ever-present shadow above his nightstand and weekly video check-ins with his parents are never missed—he just doesn’t fit the mold. He smokes weed on the abandoned picnic tables behind the dorm at night, signs every social justice-oriented pledge and petition shoved at him on a cheap, plastic clipboard on their way to class, and he never wakes up before noon on Sundays. He isn’t fire and brimstone, hate and hellfire. He’s marshmellow fluff; laid back and open, sweet and eager to please, all messy curls and broad shoulders and goofy smiles with too much teeth and—oh, fuck. Alex is in love with him. 

Alex is in love with Michael and Michael probably thinks Alex deserves to burn in hell and it’s Kyle all over again. Alex was never in love with Kyle Valenti, but he loved him the way a neglected, angry little boy would love the popular, gregarious kid who was his only source of sunlight. Graciously. Blindly. Kyle was Alex’s best friend, and when middle school puberty made evident that Kyle was a stud and Alex was, well. Alex felt the betrayal of Kyle’s sudden targeted cruelty like a punch to the gut, long before Kyle or his new friends ever laid hands on him. And now, Alex realizes, Michael is his best friend and his heart’s deepest desire and, he’s finally ready to admit, who he jerks off to on lazy mornings after Michael’s barely made it out the door for his 8 a.m. class with a shirt on. Alex is well and truly fucked. “Damned” is too on the nose.

Then one day Alex is dragging his miserably-in-love ass back from class and he totally misses the tie that slipped from the doorknob onto the ugly carpet in front of their door and he opens it on Michael and some random guy going at it on Michael’s bed, sheets bunched at the foot of the mattress, shirts tossed inside out on the floor, and Michael’s hand deep down the guy’s jeans as he pants and whines into Michael’s mouth.

“Shit!” Alex cries, waffling between shutting the door behind him to shield them from the prying eyes of hallway passers-by or in front of him to shut himself out of his own room. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Michael looks flustered, but it’s not the bone-deep terror of being outed; Alex is intimately familiar with that darkest timeline of queer identity. His boyfriend—hook up?—just looks annoyed. His dark eyes glare at Alex and he snaps, “Do you mind, man?” with a sharp nod towards the door. Alex squares his jaw and opens his mouth to retort when Michael says softly, seriously, “Don’t talk to him like that,” shaking his head at his bedmate. The guy huffs in disbelief, rolling off the bed to pull on his shirt, still inside out, and fasten his jeans, brushing his fingers through messy, deep brown hair. 

“You’re seriously kicking me out right now?” he murmurs low, and when Michael doesn't answer, he spits, “You are such a dick.”

Michael winces and bites his lip, normally bright eyes dim and gaze cast down towards his own hands. The sight of Michael cowed, flushed and hurt and getting told off by the same Hot Topic reject who was getting off with him not five minutes ago trips Alex's long-dormant kill switch. He steps into the guy's space, pulling back his shoulders so his shirt stretches tight over the muscles of his arms and chest, and draws up to his full height.

"You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of our room," Alex says, voice low and eerily calm, even to his own ears. The guy glowers at Alex, but the corner of his mouth twitches and he blinks first, intimidation evident in his narrowed eyes. He brushes past Alex and slams the door behind him.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, moving closer to Michael on instinct and setting a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. Michael gazes up at him with wide, honey eyes, opens his soft, pink mouth, and blurts, "I love you."

Alex blinks, gapes, and what comes out of his mouth is an incredulous, “But I’m gay!”

Michael snorts, cups Alex’s forearm gently and runs his palm up and down his skin, the soft hair on his arms.

“Yeah, I know. That’s kinda why I’m hoping I have a shot.” He pauses, hesitation creeping across his face, and he takes his hand off of Alex abruptly, as though he hadn’t quite realized he’d put it there in the first place. “If you’re not interested, I totally—”

“No, no, I am,” Alex says, and the wattage of Michael’s answering grin could power the university’s electric grid for the rest of the semester. “But I thought you were, like, Team Westboro or whatever.”

Michael’s face falls, his whole body withers, and he hugs his arms around his naked waist. The impact of Alex's words on Michael horrify him, and he drops onto the bed next to Michael, takes Michael's hand in his and strokes his thumb across it’s back, feels the knots of Michael’s knuckles as he grips Alex's hand in return.

“Why the hell would you think that?” Michael asks, staring at their palms pressed together in his lap.

Alex shrugs, answers, "I mean, I didn't. I don't. Not about, like, you." Michael turns his head, brow wrinkled in confusion. "It's just. The cross? The Bibles? Your parents, I—"

"They're not my parents, "Michael interrupts, voice flat. "They raised me, but. They never formally adopted me, and I'd have fucking run the other direction if I thought they were gonna."

Alex stays quiet, waits for Michael to continue, squeezes his hand gently to let Michael know he's listening.

"They're Fundamentalist assholes, for sure, but I never bought into that shit, especially once I—I realized I like more than just girls." Michael reaches out, pushes his lamp out of the way and glares at the crucifix. "I'd love to never see their fucking faces ever again, but winter break is coming up, and then summer vacation, and—" He hangs his head, nearly whispers, "I need to have a place to go. I can't afford an apartment on my own yet. So I play nice. Put that on my wall and make sure it's in the background for video calls. There’s, like, zero support for kids who age out of the system alone. I fucking hate it, but I need them." 

Michael leans his head close to Alex's, catches his gaze and holds it with deep, whiskey-colored eyes Alex all but falls into.

"I'm not ashamed of what I like or who I love," he says, "and I'm so fucking in love with you, Alex. I just thought maybe you weren't into me."

Alex licks his lips, and a flush of arousal darkens his cheeks as Michael tracks the movements of his tongue with hungry concentration.

"I'm extremely into you," he says, his throat very suddenly bone dry, his voice husky. Michael's gaze hasn't moved from his lips, but he has flipped Alex's hand in his lap, starts running slow, feather-light brushes of his fingertips across Alex's palm and up his arm, fingers snaking under the short sleeve of Alex's shirt.

"I really wanna kiss you," Michael breathes, "but I’m also aware you just walked in on me hooking up with, like, Alex Manes-lite, so I—"

Alex closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Michael's and cupping his neck, fingers finding their way into Michael's curls like he's been fantasizing about for so long. They're silky, clingy, and Michael tastes like lingering mouthwash and he smells like rain and Alex presses himself into Michael's lap, desperate to feel Michael's arms around his waist, the hard press of his chest against Alex's.

"I really want to do more than kiss you," Alex pants when they reluctantly part for air, when Michael’s fingers slip beneath his shirt and his nails scrape down Alex’s spine, and Alex feels the touch much lower on the geography of his skin.

Michael laughs, loud and free, and his strong hands on Alex's hips guide his legs apart until Alex is straddling his lap, those same hands pushing Alex's shirt up his chest, over his head.

"Thank God," Michael laughs, and reaches for Alex's belt.

[thespamman24]

15 Tips for Backpacking!

1. Pack 3 extra pairs of socks.

2. To protect yourself from mosquitoes, wear a beekeeper outfit

3. In order to keep your food fresh, store it all in a 4 ton brick of solid butter,

4. Bring a sock full of nickles in order to protect yourself from the wild accountants that roam the woods

5. Before peeing on a tree, kick it to make sure it���s not a human wearing camoflage.

6. Tie helium balloons to your backpack to make it lighter

7. In order to protect yourself from being attacked by the rapid accountants at night just do this. Get a mannequin that looks like you and use it as a decoy. When you go to sleep, place the mannequin outside of your tent. The accountants will try to it’s taxes, which will then send off an alarm.

8. A quick way to make smores is to swallow the marshmellows hole and then set yourself on fire.

9. If you see an accountant, throw your sock of nickles at it and then run. Don’t look back. If given the chance, it will do your taxes.

10. Worried about getting lost? Bring a large bag and put American Actor John Hamm inside it. If you ever get lost, just release him into the woods. Then, go in the opposite direction.

11. If you see a house made of candy, don’t go into it.

12. Want to know if a plant is poisonous? Just throw some bread at it. This will not help you. You probably just shouldn’t be eating any plants you see.

13. If you ever get tired then just find a bug and put it in your mouth. The fear and terror of having a bug in your mouth will give you lots of energy! 

14. If worse comes to worse, toss John Hamm at an accountant. He will bite them and you can use that opportunity to run away.

15. Wear a bracelet made out of shrimp. Then, when you get tired you can just plant a shrimp in the ground and it will turn into a giant shrimp that you can ride on. However, make sure not to fall in love with the shrimp. They will break your heart.

16. If you’re walking through the woods and you see a flicker in the corner of your eye and a shadow briefly leaping across your vision then just keep on walking. If you hear the sound of tennish shoes walking on sticks and the click-click of fangs mashing together then just keep on walking. If you find that the odor of Old Spice Deoderant and bloodlust is lingering over the woods, then just keep on walking. Don’t turn around. Don’t scream. And don’t panic. The accountants are nearby. And, if given the chance they will file your tax returns.

[infinitydoublevenus]

I need help. Does anyone know what this most likely and/or certainly is?

I had a really bad breakdown the other day... Not the emotional kind, physical. I don’t know what was going on.

I had asked my mom to make me some coffee so I could stay awake since I spent half the night binge watching Kulipari: An Army of Frogs in one sitting. This is normal for me to ask because I’ve drank coffee before and never had any problems. I asked for peppermint flavoring, a peppermint stick and cereal marshmellows in it so she put them in the drink. I drank it rather fast, but I do that with literally every drink that I like. It was warm when I drank it if that information is needed. 

I was halfway through my coffee, laying down sideways on the comfy soft couch in the living room when I started coughing and hacking really hard. This has happened before, particularly in the winter. But here’s the thing: this was worse than any time it had ever happened before.

I was coughing and hacking and it sounded like a barking cough, my breathing was rapid and I felt like I was going to suffocate because I was struggling to inhale and exhale. The left side of my chest tightened and felt as if there were a great pressure on it.

This went on for several hours until the coughing died down. Then I started coughing and hacking again and I started hacking up a whiteish-clearish mucuous. I know that sounds gross but that’s what happened. It was more than I usually ever cough up, like a mini waterfall of the stuff. It had been stuck in my throat and was what had been blocking my breathing.

The thing is, I don’t know how I could have possibly produced that much mucuous. The breakdown just came out of nowhere, it was sudden onset. I hadn’t been coughing much earlier in the day so this was very surprising to me. The prime suspect at first was my coffee, but I don’t know of any ingredient that could cause that. I’ve been staying up at night a lot but I’ve done that for years and nothing like this has ever happened. I had a blanket on me that was warm, so it couldn’t have been the cold and I don’t think it was the humidity. I stayed in the cold van later for about an hour and my cough went away instead of getting worse so I doubt it’s the winter chills. 

The coughing was dry and rough and it was painful on the throat. My throat became dry and hurt like hell while the breakdown was happening. I tried to tell my mom what was going on but I had lost my voice. It was so hoarse that it was squeaky. I struggled to even get a word out. I think it might have even been temporary laryngitis. It took several hours for my voice to come back after the mucuous had been cleared. My breathing was whistly the whole time. 

Does anyone know what could have caused this? I have a dog, but I’m not allergic to most animals, especially not beagles. My dog has lived with us for several years and nothing like this ever happened, so it couldn’t be an allergy to her dander. My family has a history of shitty conditions but I don’t know about any respiratory stuff being passed down, it’s mostly heart-related things. Or brain related. I haven’t been exercising but I rarely do too much of that and again this has never happened before. Like I said, it came out of nowhere. I recall having what was probably bronchitis at least once last year, but this was twenty times worse than that. I haven’t been around cigarette smoke at all recently so it couldn’t have been caused by nicotine. My immune system isn’t particularly weak as I rarely get sick as far as I’m aware so I don’t think it has to do with that. I am vaccinated against influenza but last I checked it’s still flu season and my state, Virginia, was at Widespread level, with multiple outbreaks in different areas. My dog isn’t sick so I couldn’t have picked it up from her and my parents show no symptoms whatsoever. 

I looked up conditions that can cause said symptoms. The closest matches seemed to be either a URI,  asthma or bronchitis. URI’s are more common in older people. I’m only 19, it’s more common among my age than children, but much less common in those under the age of 40. At least according to Google anyways. I’ve looked at everything I can. I doubt it’s bronchiolitis but it could be bronchitis. 

I’ve asked my mom to take me to a doctor but she just told me to drink more water even though I repeatedly told her this is worse than usual for me. She thought I was just dehydrated. I severely doubt that is the actual case. If it was asthma, then I feel I’m lucky to be alive right now. An inhaler or even just medicine would have been useful in that case. 

I don’t want to have to have an expensive procedure either. My parents are still paying off the mortgage on the house and paying to take care of the dog (and me, since I’m unemployed and don’t have an apartment/house of my own yet nor am I confident enough to move right now). They also probably have high electricity/Internet bills since I use the computer/phone both during the day and late at night. I do take breaks and I’m working on using a screen less at night so I can get more sleep. We’re middle-class, we’re not so poor we can’t afford treatment, but we’re not rich or upper-class either. My dog had to have surgery on her neck a few years ago and if treatment for this is too expensive we won’t be able to afford something like that again if anything ever happens to her. My dad also has to pay for his diabetes medication & my medicine for my heart and my 20-gram serotonin reuptake inhibitors that I take for my OCD and spiraling anxiety. I can’t give away how much my dad earns nor do I even know. It’s probably enough for treatment but preferably nothing above $800.00. I can’t have any treatment that involves strong magnets or way-too-much pressure on my stomach due to the presence of my pacemaker. If it helps, the reason I have a pacemaker is complete fetal heart block. I might be able to have an X-Ray though. 

I’ve heard asthma can cause red itchy skin sometimes. When I scratch an itch it leaves red sometimes bumpy marks that burn and itch. But since they follow my finger’s tracing of the skin it makes me think it’s probably dermatographia. Given how understudied said condition is, it could be common to be accompanied by asthma as well, maybe? I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.

Can anyone help me figure this out? I’d love to know just exactly what the actual fuck is happening to me. I’ve heard certain respiratory situations can be lethal if not treated.My throat is still all mucous-y and dry but I’m only ocassionally coughing now and it’s not nearly as bad. I panicked so much yesterday I thought I was going to die and nearly fainted out of sheer terror. That’s probably just my anxiety, but if it helps it helps. 

[lemmyface0w0]

Marshmellow AUz sidez Christmaz!! thiz iz from a whiteboard rp thing i did with some friendz bazed on that one undertale au Chriztmaz comic :]

gonna lizt em left to right top to bottom

Object Town Marshmellow - Masquerade!Marshmellow - Z&D/Zombies & Demons!Marshmellow - Candy/Sugar AU Marshmellow - Birthday AU Marshmellow - Nighterror!Marshmellow

might draw some of the Kernel'z next if i feel like it :3