#Nightmare hoards cute plushies

[flowerscentedartist]

Nightmare Walking in a dark alley: Do you have the goods?

Blue, steps out of the shadow: Do you have the payment?

Nightmare: Of course

Blue: Hands over a giant pink fluffy bunny plush

Nightmare: 🥹

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra! How are you doing today? I'm mostly fine except for being sick since Tuesday.

I have this headcanon that Sanji still sleeps with a plushie that Zeff gave him when he was little. Can I please requests reader finding out about it and Sanji maybe getting embarrassed thinking they're gonna laugh at him because he's a grown ass adult still sleeping with a plushie but no, they think it's cute and why would they laugh when they, also a grown ass adult, have a whole hoard of plushies?

-🦇

Hi 🦇 anon! Sorry this took so long! I was interrupted when I first started writing it and lost my entire train of thought and had a dickens of a time coming up with something new. Plus it's been so hard finding the right parameters for me to write. I never thought I had a writing process or requirements, apparently I do.

Warnings: none, fluff, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1010

      It was something he’d received from Zeff years ago. The man had become like a father to him and while they often had their spats and disagreements, the two still cared about each other. In one of the man’s softer moments, he’d bought something for Sanji. As a child, it brought him comfort, something to hold close when he was feeling particularly vulnerable or needed something to hold after a nightmare. Even as he grew into adulthood, he kept the little purple plush toy. An eggplant stuffie, about the same size as an actual eggplant, that stayed either in his bed or in his locker at all times. It was something that few people knew of, all of whom were part of the Baratie, the blond unwilling to tell anyone that he still slept with such a thing. After all, he was a grown adult sleeping with a stuffed toy!

     The few times he didn’t end up sleeping with it were when he fell asleep in the kitchen or lounge or on the rare occasion he fell asleep somewhere with you. You were the only thing that brought him as much comfort as his plushie, the only other thing that could truly comfort him after a nightmare and to be fair, you were the love of his life, so it was understandable. That being said, despite how much he loved you, even you didn’t know about the toy. How could he tell you? Tell you that he, the love of your life, a full grown adult, your fierce protector, slept with a stuffed toy!

     Maybe if he’d thought about it more, he’d have told you. An entire ‘army’ of plushies cluttering your own area. The likelihood of you saying anything about a comfort item was next to nothing. It was about as likely as Luffy turning down an all meat buffet! But he hadn’t thought of it, too concerned with the possibility of being mocked and laughed at for it. Just one of many things that he should have thought through. Like how he should have thought through things when he asked you to retrieve something from his locker. Ever the chaotic mess, Luffy had spilled the broth Sanji had been working on, the liquid dying patches of his shirt brown. He’d been more concerned with getting a new shirt and jacket, taking the garments off, asking you to get him new ones while he put his current ones in the laundry. 

     Standing in front of his locker, you couldn’t help the smile as you looked at the toy in your hands. You knew of Zeff’s nickname for the boy, knew that this was likely a gift from the man who’d raised Sanji. What you didn’t know was why he hadn’t told you about the thing. The two of you had been dating for some time, had told each other multiple secrets and insecurities. Neither of you had a problem with telling each other things, yet this was one that hadn’t come up yet.

     Hearing the door open, you quickly stuffed the toy under the shirt you’d grabbed, sighing in relief when you spotted Sanji, looking at you in confusion.

     “Is everything okay, my darling?” the blond asked as he walked over to you, taking the shirt from you. His eyes widened, dropping the shirt when his eyes landed on the stuffie hidden beneath the shirt, horror and shock running through every fiber of his being. You’d found his deepest secret, the one thing he didn’t want anyone finding out about, the thing he swore to protect at all costs. 

     Y-Y/n, it’s not what you think! I-it’s just a memento! It uh, it’s just um, it’s… a gift! It’s a gift for someone special! I got it recently to give to… Zeff! I’ve been meaning to send it to Zeff!” Sanji sputtered out, making you chuckle.

     “Then why does it look so worn and well loved, Sanji? It’s okay, I promise.” you said with a fond look, running your thumb sweetly over the plush. Despite its age and wear, it was surprisingly soft still. Looking back down you pulled it close, hugging it slightly. You could immediately tell why he kept it. It was soft, comforting, and smelled like him. Sanji looked at you in a mix of bewilderment and relief. You weren’t laughing at him? Teasing him? You were… snuggling it? Holding it close as if it was one of your own precious toys.

     “You… don’t mind?” he asked, needing to know why you seemed so unphased by this. You smiled and shook your head at his ridiculousness. 

     “Sanji, have you even noticed my mountain of plushies?” you asked with a small laugh, holding it close to your heart. Sanji paused, he had noticed it before, so why had he been so worried about you finding it? Why had he hidden it from you of all people? Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled and kissed your forehead, “You know I’ll never make fun of you for something like this, for anything. I promise.” you said, caressing his cheek. The boy nodded, relaxing as he smiled at you.

     “Can you do me a favor then?” he asked, smiling when you nodded, “I need a better place to hide it so nobody else notices it. Can you hide it with yours?” he asked, making you grin and nod. To be honest, you loved the idea, it meant that when he woke up early and placed it with your own, you had the chance to ‘steal’ it and snuggle it yourself. Maybe, on the nights where you both fell asleep together, you could sneak it in between the two of you. Nobody would think twice about you bringing a plushie to sleep with and it meant that Sanji would have the two things that comforted him most with him. Glancing down at the plushie, a mischievous grin crossed your face. Maybe you should get him another one, a shrimp or something. He did really like seafood.

[deergoddeargod]

Teddy bear fic rec list

Because plushies are cute dammnit and if i'm going to sleep with a hoard of plushies as a fully grown adult, so are my favourite characters.

This ended up being kinda rimmer centric but that probably says more about me than anything else.

Waterloo - just_a_dapper_fellow

After getting a nightmare about the destruction of his childhood teddy bear Napoleon, Lister decides to make his husband a replacement.

Mr. Flibble - DownOnThePharm

When he was infected with the holo-virus that sent him temporarily insane, why did Rimmer come up with Mr. Flibble?

My Only Friend in the Universe - Steingrimr

Shortly after the events of 'The End', Rimmer tries to comfort himself with the only friend he's ever had in life. (This one goes really well with the one after it)

Lonely - DivineVarod

When Rimmer has trouble sleeping Lister wants to find out why. What Rimmer reveals to him brings the pair closer. (Set between series 2&3)

Not a fic but this comic by @cirilee is really good and absolutely fits this theme

Enjoy :)

[paintedkinzy-88]

I gave myself a rest day to finish another ref sheet wheeeze.

I have four more weeks of this quarter, this is the last you’re getting for a while.

Probably.

Most likely.

Dream, Guardian of Positivity

Full Dragon Form Reference

Half Dragon Form Reference (WIP)

Dragon Breath:

None

General Abilities:

• Dream keeps all of his usual abilities

- General positive aura and empathy

- Teleportation

- Healing, though it take a lot of energy

- Summoning minor bone attacks

- He can still change his staff into blades/a bow, along with summoning arrows, but it’s pretty much impossible to utilize as a dragon (hard to hold anything with paws) so he doesn’t ever do it

• Though he cannot fly, he has very long, light, and graceful leaps that can almost simulate such, if done right

• The glow effect of his mouth, eyes, and ecto makes for a great nightlight/flashlight in dark spaces

• With a little training, he’s able to utilize his claws and fangs in a battle, as well as his tail in a whip or tentacle like fashion

- Alongside that, his lengthy body and tail makes it easier to peacefully restrain enemies in a fight

Hoard:

For longer than Dream really would admit, he’s felt drawn towards comfort items like blankets, pillows, and plushies. The very first of his hoard was the cape that Nightmare fashioned for him long before the Apple Incident. That gift, given to him during a thunderstorm and while he was struggling with his self worth and fatigue (both caused by the villagers), meant the absolute world to him. It was comforting, meaningful, and showed that someone cared about him, so his instincts latched onto it.

During their time pre-corruption, Dream was unable to properly hoard anything. He either could not afford items he wanted, or people would turn down his requests. He had a few blankets and pillows, all of which were shared with Nightmare at the time, but was otherwise stuck in an uncomfortable funk. After waking up from his stone prison and moving in with Ink, Dream was able to indulge himself far more often, to the point that he thought he actually had a problem. He tried to hide it all in closets, cupboards, and drawers.

After finding out about their dragon instincts, Dream’s far more open about his hoard (even if still a little embarrassed). He’s collected anything from cute pillows at the store, to his friends’ jackets and sweaters. Hiding it all is no longer necessary. Instead, he keeps it in either his room, Nightmare’s, or Killer’s, though some of it does usually end up in others’ bedrooms as well. He finds his hoard is great for cuddling when someone he cares about feels down, and has little shame on dragging anyone to his “nests.”

Extra Info:

• Nightmare is not his biological brother - they had a brother-like relationship, but neither really considered each other as such.

• Dream has taken many items from Error’s stash of blankets and pillows (with permission of course), to the point that Error will occasionally get something specifically for Dream’s hoard, just so he won’t take anything else from his pile.

• A major design change from the original post is the addition of slight fur on Dream’s ecto. It’s hardly noticeable because it’s so short, but it has the softest texture. At times, in cuddle piles, it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s a really soft pillow and what’s Dream’s fur.

- Added onto that, though his tongue is slightly forked, it’s also barbed like a cat’s. It makes it very easy to get dirt out of his fur, but he never uses it for that because he thinks it’s gross. That doesn’t mean that he hasn’t instinctually gone to clean his paws before (or, on occasion, someone else’s face), only to stop immediately and gag at the taste.

• Nightmare tearing his cape was one of the worst pains he had ever felt. He’s forever grateful for the Stars’ help in refashioning it so it wasn’t completely ruined, but he’s still deeply saddened by the fact that it’s much shorter now.

• Though his ecto glows with the positivity around him, it does not typically react to his own feelings. He could stand in a crowd of happy people while feeling absolutely depressed, and still shine like a glow stick. Whether this is a result of repressing his emotions for far too long, or just how his magic works, he isn’t sure.

• He really wants to make a second crown for this form, since his usual circlet does not fit as a dragon. It’s currently still a work in progress, but he does eventually get one.

[wtf-is-going-on-in-this-shit]

Head canons for @sleepwalkersqueen ‘s oc Shinyo Takami:

- Shinyo watched animated movies for the first time with Keigo, in the tv hotel

- the movie was My Neighbor Totoro, which little Keigo loved. He loved Keigo’s mesmerized little face at every second so if he has a chance will steal dvds of animated movies for him, specially from the Ghibli studio (also really liked the movie, but won’t ever admit it)

- will also steal books and comics for Keigo, as well as things that would help his development and finer motor skills like puzzles and drawing books

-gives preference to easy to pick up and hide presents due they constantly moving, but will absolutely hoard all kinds of blankets, pillows and plushies. Will also get almost anything that is bird themed

-when he is bigger and healthier, he teaches Keigo how to fight and hunt. He never hurts him or even spare, mostly just teaching him the techniques and movements, but he still feels really torn about it. He hates to teach Keigo that because it feels a little too close to using him/pushing him to be like him but he feels like he has no other choice. Fighting is a must for surviving, specially in their situation, so he can’t let his kid helpless if Shinyo isn’t there to protect him. He tries to frame it more as an exercise/ quality time thing to avoid pressuring Keigo however

- Shinyo likes to always have some blades with him, and is generally fascinated with them, both for their utility and because of their shinny appeal. He teaches Keigo how to use a knife safely and gets him a survival knife of his own when he sees that he is mature enough to have it. Keigo treasures it.

- Shinyo is torn on what to think about Keigo’s kindness towards others. On one hand he thinks that his kid is simply too good for this world, and this is one of the many reasons why he deserves better. But on the other hand, it is an obstacle. It can be inconvenient when he is dealing with other people, and he fears that it can actively put Keigo in danger one day, and others may take advantage of it. For now he tries to compromise by allowing Keigo to be his cute self but also teaching him to be more pragmatic

- On that note, one of Shinyo’s biggest worries is in teaching Keigo some survival instincts, specially the social ones. He took the stranger danger talk very seriously, and is bound to making Keigo think of his own well-being as the first priority no matter what, with mixed results.

-He accidentally hit just the right button my once muttering about how he would have a heart attack if Keigo got hurt. Keigo heard that and took it seriously, so he is trying very hard not to get hurt in anyway ever since. He doesn’t want his dad to have a heart attack, which Shinyo greatly appreciates

- Chirps/sings Keigo to sleep when they are alone, specially when he is having nightmares

- I believe Keigo would grow up morally grey and with kind of confused morals being raised by Shinyo, even after growing up/becoming a hero. He is a kind child, but there is only so much empathy can do when your father teaches you that stabbing creeps is not only acceptable, but recommended for the sake of everyone else and then rewarded with ice cream

[confessions-but-fnaf]

I like the idea of a sleepover with the nightmares. Imagine like, Fredbear and Nightmare just seeing you and the others peacefully sleeping and joining in the cuddling.

I have literally typed this out like 3 times because I keep forgetting to save it- please forgive me for how sloppy these headcanons are put together I’m tired of typing- it’s been d a y s HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Also I’ve been meaning to post this since before the teaser(?) was released so I’m really sorry for the delay on this one-

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for some context, as soon as I saw this ask this is what I thought of so please enjoy the Headcanons building off of the idea of the nightmares living with you and having regular sleepovers with you uwu

Done in no specific order!!

Nm. Bonnie (+ JackO Bonnie)

Bonnie wraps you up in blankets, like a little blanket burrito during sleepovers

He keeps your upper half in the hole in his chest to keep you safe from “monsters under the bed oh and also plushtrap-“

He tries to put plushies and pillows in his chest to make it a little bit homier for you when you’re sleeping in there

When he has you sleep in his chest, he always hugs you since his anxiety spikes and he’s scared that you might get hurt if he doesn’t keep and eye on you

JackOBon likes to offer you the same thing, but regular NMBon insists that you refuse since he’s scared that JackO might accidentally burn you

Nm. Chica (+ JackO Chica)

Chica loves to bake things for you, from cakes to cupcakes to mini versions of her little cupcake buddy Charline!

She has to use your kitchen so you’ll need to have all the ingredients there for her to use. Apart from that, just let her loose and she’ll do her stuff!

Her JackO counterpart also cooks, but she does things more on the roasts and chicken nuggets side

Their favourite thing to make is caramel popcorn but they hate how sticky it gets on their claws

Nm. Foxy

Foxy hoards plushies, especially ones that he knows you like

He hates it when the other nightmares touch his plushies because he gets them just for you during the sleepovers

Because of how many he’s hoarded, when you and the other nightmares got burger kind one time, you have him your crown

Bonnie usually borrows them for when you sleep on his chest and that’s the one time Foxy will let someone else touch his plushies

Nightmare

Nightmare is a bit of an oddball here

He hates being around the others but when it comes to a sleepover, he always loves to join in

He’s like a massive cuddly teddy bear and just won’t let go

Even if the others ask, he literally will not let go because he loves spending time with you, especially when it’s just vibing together to the pleads of the others for some time to you the sound of silence or some music you like, whatever you want, honestly

Sometimes when you’re asleep, Night likes to put his top hat or bow tie, sometimes both on you for a little laugh. He thinks you look really cute

Nm. Freddy (+ Freddles)

Freddy always brings his Freddles to cuddle up with you and the others. They act like hot water bottles and keep you warm during cold nights and surprisingly, cold during hot nights so you can still cuddle with the others without feeling overwhelmed!!

When hugging with Freddy, he usual just becomes the little spoon with his kids and you gotta try and cuddle all three- good luck friend 😍😍😍

Usually the freddles just cuddle up by your head while Freddy hugs your torso so you should be fine :))

Fredbear

Finally, Fredbear (because I’m not gonna do Nightmarione, Mangle and BB unless requested-)

He’s like the dad of all the nightmares so if he wants to cuddle with you and the others they will just let him slide in-

You know how like- two people could be cuddling and then their cat just slinks in and smooshes them self into the middle?

That’s Fredbear in a nutshell-

He will literally just wriggle his way into whatever spot he can do that he can get closer to you and the others for cuddle time during sleepovers

He’s also the one to tell everyone to shut up if you’ve fallen asleep early and is also the one to tuck you into bed

He’s just the mom friend in the form of a massive, decaying golden bear with claws ngl

Oh! He also forces himself and the others to either retract their claws or put packing popcorn over the top so they can’t accidentally scratch you-

Thanks for your submission, anon!!

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

[morinokunikara]

Goro Akechi vs Claw Machines

Okay I made this headcanon forever ago but I’m gonna reiterate it in a more structured post. 

Lots of credit to @werewolvesatemylife for a good chunk of this post. I had the base idea and they just went crazy on it!! Thank u Gems ilysm. 

Anyways I put it under a cut so it doesn’t stretch out your dash lol

Goro Akechi is OBSESSED with UFO catchers and other crane games. They’re challenging, and he wants to take down any challenge presented near him. Also, he gets something physical out of it. And as someone who grew up with next to nothing, he has a mild obsession with material possessions, even if all he does is hoard them in his closet. He keeps his living room spotless and professional for guests to give the illusion of being An Adult That Has Shit Together, but his bedroom is a Featherman dream suite with figure boxes, plushies, and other prizes lining the wall. All the other stuff he can't aesthetically show or from anything but feather man gets thrown into his huge walk in closet. He’ll spend as much time as he possibly can on these machines, trying and trying to get the latest prize, even if it’s something completely meaningless to him. But of course, like the rest of his obsession with victory, it comes to a fault. He will spend every last yen in his pocket, trying again and again and again to get a figure from a series he isn’t remotely interested in just to prove that he can. He refuses any offers for help from passersby, and hogs the machine even as people who also want to play are growing impatient. His time at the machine ends when he wins or is forced off by running out of money or arcade staff. Of course, these occurrences are disdainful for him, since it requires admitting defeat. The obsession goes back years too.  When he was younger, he loved gachapon machines. He’d use what little pocket change he could get to spend hours getting capsules. Typically, these were the only real toys he had in foster care. And now was a well-paid working detective, he still falls back on the habit to spend hours collecting small gachapon toys. Spending so much to get the one he wants and the last for his full set. Even in the rain, the need for the last one does not deter him. He will stand, soaking wet till he gets a glittery Featherman head keychain. He would try even harder for prizes if it was for anyone he liked, whoever that may be. He would double his need and thirst for the thing, his love and need to be good for them + his obsession with winning makes prying him off the machine an impossible task. This all coincides with his need to please. To please the person he's trying to win for, the need to please the inner greedy child within, his need to win and please that power-hungry side of himself. It's all an obsession that all ties into his wants in life even if it's something so childish. It also connects with how he views his battles with others. A sick game. Deep down; he's just a child who wants to win, from claw machines to hunting down the Thieves- he has to win. If he doesn't, he will feel like a failure. And failure isn't an option. Ever.  A more light-hearted note is that he sees his obsession with such childish games and machines as cute- a perfect addition to his personality online and on tv. He doesn't let his fans see the days where he’s soaking wet in a hoodie, squatting in front of a gachapon machine desperately begging for a rare, but he will totally take insta pics with very cutesy ufo catchers and add some naive cute boy descriptor like,  “~<3 playing at the arcade today after the meeting<3 <3 <3~~~~” then go straight to the machine holding the latest Featherman figure and spend all his money. He needs to have some alibi for when a fan sees him. And he tries his best to hide the reality of his obsession from everyone, especially from the Thieves. If Akira ever questions it, he’ll pull the same “Oh it’s just to please my fans” excuse he uses when he talks about sweets. Can’t have the enemy thinking he’s some child that hoards figures and plushies because he can’t accept defeat and just wants to have things. Some smaller notes *He gives Sae some of the gachpon trinkets to show friendship and keep up his act. Although she usually seems bewildered by such an offer, and some end up handed down to Makoto, he does occasionally notice one or two subtly hanging from her briefcase, giving him a small sense of pride. *At first, he wouldn't be caught dead putting any on his briefcase but he does store the smaller prizes in his case. He has to hide figure boxes in paper grocery bags that he puts in his bike basket. 

*However, when he finds that it’s seen as a charm point in some celebrities, he does attach one of his more rare finds to his briefcase. *Futaba finds out about his figure stash somehow when he’s working with the Thieves, and to keep her quiet, he lets her have the idol themed prizes. He needed the space for other prizes anyways. 

*When the thieves start getting merch, he makes it his mission to get a lot of it so no one else can have it. This leads to him spending a lot of time just staring at that part of his collection in absolute disgust. *While he does usually hide away plushies in his closet, he will sometimes pull them out on particularly bad days to comfort him. On the worst days, he ends up with a bed covered in them. *He sometimes tries to win smaller prizes for kids who ask. A good form of PR and a chance to show off? Jackpot. That is, until the kid ends up getting it on their own because he’s run out of money. *He sometimes has bad dreams about failing to win particularly good prizes. Though these are kind of a welcome break from other actual nightmares, he still wakes up a bit upset. *Akiren will get particularly annoying about asking for something just to get on his nerves, and eventually he’ll cave in and give him a couple of common keychains. He sees it as a pretty good “fuck you” but Akiren adores the prizes anyways. *He keeps all his loose gachapon toys in large tupperware bins. They are labeled and organized. Most still in their capsules. Gotta keep them in mint condition afterall. *He loves all the watches he wins even if they're cheap. Shiny. * He's even more obsessed with seasonal prizes so he tries to get holiday-themed and super limited edition stuff right away. *Even though he likes claw machines and gachapon, he hates mystery bags sold at stores. They’re just bags of junk. And none of the themes ever fit right with the context. He once bought a feathman one out of curiosity. there was very basic merch like pins,  phone straps…..then a $50 godzilla figure...That's why the bag was so heavy and expensive...he doesn't trust like that ever again. *He refuses to watch claw machine hack videos. He must do it on his own, even if the machine is rigged against him. * if he really can't keep any more items in his closet, he will do Instagram giveaways. More PR! 

[zayashmaya]

Gamzee x Reader; SFW

You win a prize for Gamzee at a carnival. 

@compositecreature i dedicate this to u and our brainstorming sessions 

The starry night sky was all aglow with an endless sea of neon-lit stalls and a giant ferris wheel dominating the coastline. The boardwalk you currently strolled through with Gamzee was packed with people, creating a never-ending path of obstacles to maneuver around as you gripped his hand so you would not lose each other. You had just gotten off a particularly terrifying roller coaster, and you decided a nice, relaxing walk was needed to calm your nerves.

Except hanging out with Gamzee was always a crazy ride in of itself. You could never predict his strange moods or what excited him. The carnival trip was intended to lift his spirits and make him feel more at ease, yet at certain moments when he thought you were not paying attention, you could see his ever-present smile fall as he stared at the scenery before him.

This was a response you somewhat anticipated, and you certainly knew he would hide this side of him from you. Gamzee never liked to reminisce on the past, after all, always bottling up the unpleasant and throwing them out into the sea of his endless thoughts. You were working on that with him. Once in a while, he would humor you, reaching out for a bottle and popping it open for a quick gander. He didn’t always like what was inside.

You squeezed his hand to get his attention, and as quick as lightening that dopey smile returned when he looked down at you. “WhAt’S cOoKiNg AlL uP iN tHe AgEnDa FoR uS, mY gOoD sIs?”

“That depends on you,” you said. “I’ve been doing a lot of the leading so far. What do you wanna do?”

“I dIdN’t GeT mY tHiNk On MuCh FoR sOmE sUcH oPtIoNs, WhAt WiTh ThIs AlL bEiNg A hUmAn ThInG. aIn’T nOtHiN hErE mAkIn MuCh SeNsE. lIkE tHaT wEiRd MoThErFuCkEr — “ He pointed to what initially seemed like a silver statue, until the performer moved ever so slowly to change his pose while onlookers took photos. “WhAt ThE mOtHeRfUcK iS tHaT nOiSe? aIn’T nEvEr SeEn SuCh ShIt In My LiFe. ThAt BrOtHeR’s GoT hIs PaInT aLl Up AnD oN lIKe Me AnD pEoPlE aRe MakInG sTrAiGhT fOoLeRy OvEr HiM wItH aLl ThE pIcTuReTaKiNg."

You spent a good minute laughing at his genuine confusion as Gamzee glared at his source of discontentment. “I guess they didn’t have buskers on your planet?”

“NoT aNy ThAt gOt ThE mOtHeRfUcKiN gUmPtIoN tO bE mOcKiNg A mEsSiAhS-fEaRiN cLoWn.”

“This is just performance art, Gamzee. I promise he has no idea what the Messiahs even are.” You tugged on his hand to lead him away, offering him a bite of your cotton candy to appease him. He promptly devoured the sugary dessert, licking away the stickiness from his teeth. You eyes lingered on the motion for a little too long, and you quickly busied yourself with finding a new attraction.

The passivity of sitting in rides had lost its charm. It was time for something a little more active.

Your eyes settled on an old arch nemesis from your childhood — the water gun race. The stall’s cheery glowing lights and hoard of prizes mocked you, beckoning you onward as you set course for the game with renewed vigor. Gamzee obediently trailed after you, refusing to release his hold on your hand even as you sped in front of him. “WhAt’S gOt A fIrE lIt AlL uP aNd UnDeR yOu, SuGaR bUtT?”

You froze, a laugh rising out of you so fast you nearly choked on it. ”What did you call me?”

He smirked cheekily. “gOnNa KeEp EaTiNg aLl ThE wIcKeD pInK cLoUdS, gOnNa GeT hIt At WiTh sOmE sIcKnAsTy NiCkNaMeS.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want more?”

“hAhA yEaH bAbY pAsS tHaT gOoD sHiT rIgHt On OvEr HeRe.”

Gamzee effortlessly plucked the cotton candy cone from you after a very quick and one-sided skirmish, swinging his arm across your shoulders and patting your head condescendingly as he happily reaped the spoils of war. You poked his ribs in retaliation. “We’re gonna change things up a bit,” you explained, pointing to the stall. “Fancy a game with me?”

“Oh DaMn, YoU wAnNa GeT yOuR cHaLlEnGe On WiTh ThIs MoThErFuCkEr?” He leered down at you. “BeTtEr SqUaRe Up ReAl GoOd My FuNkY MoNkEy PoO, cAuSe YoU’rE gOnNa LoSe.”

“You’re really going all out with the nicknames tonight,” you snickered.

“OnE oF uS hAs GoTtA aLl uP aNd Do It, SiNcE yOu’Re A dRy AsS mOfO :o) "

“Oooh? Don’t be so sure of that, buggy boo.”

Gamzee's cocky grin faltered, and the tips of his ears flushed purple. He removed his arm from your shoulders, and you momentarily felt the loss before he took your hand once more and led you to the game stall.

Three children were preoccupied with aiming into the mouths of the clown targets, their freakishly gaping maws twisted up into mocking smiles. Gamzee took one look at the array of heads lined up against the wall and glanced at you with an incredulous expression. “yO tHeY gOt MoRe Of ThOsE pAiNtEd Up MoThErFuCkErS?”

“Yeah!” You sat on one of the stools, and Gamzee followed suit. “You have to shoot water into their mouths to fill up the balloons on their heads and make them explode. First person who does it gets a prize."

“hAhAhAhA wHaT tHe FuCk … “

While the booth operator collected money from you for the next round, Gamzee aimed his water gun with dramatic concentration, his tongue sticking out as he waited for the game to begin. You giggled quietly to yourself and positioned your gun, droning out the sound of the operator explaining how to play. This was your moment. You were finally going to win this stupid game, and claim a prize.

As soon as the bell rang, your water stream miraculously hit its target. You were too focused on keeping your position locked in place to listen to Gamzee curse and fumble with his gun, and you were trying your damnedest not to laugh as his water stream somehow wobbled like a snake in midair and completely missed its mark.

“ThIs ShIt iS sTrAiGhT uP oFfEnSiVeLy RiGgEd!”

“Don’t curse, there’s kids around,” you quipped back, and with the triumphant pop of your chosen clown’s balloon, you threw your arms up into the air and shouted, “Hell yes, motherfucker!”

The operator threw you an unamused look while you excitedly scanned the selection of stuffed toys.

And then you saw it. The perfect gift.

A lavender colored monkey with ridiculously long arms, and velcro stuck on the palms of its hands.

Gamzee chuckled at your choice as you hugged it tightly to your chest, trailing on after you as you continued to explore the carnival. “I’ve never won that game before,” you wistfully said, running your fingers through the incredibly soft fur of the plushie.

“DaNg, HoW’s A bRoThEr SuPpOsEd tO gEt HiS wIn On WhEn FaCeD wItH sOmE sUcH dEtErMiNaTiOn?”

“You never stood a chance,” you teased, and he pinched your cheek in retaliation. “It wasn’t so much about winning for my sake as it was about winning a prize for you.”

“FoR mE, bAbE?”

“Yep!” You stepped in front of him and wrapped the monkey’s arms around his neck, clasping its hands together to make them hold. Gamzee wordlessly held the plushie to his chest, staring down at it with an inscrutable expression. “It’s for your nightmares. Since I’m not always around, I figured maybe this could help you. You know. Like you could hold onto the motherfucker and all that jazz.”

He blinked at you, stupefied and unsure of how to react. You smiled warmly and made to move away, but he grasped your upper arm before you could turn. The monkey’s silly grin accosted your eyes as Gamzee leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “tHaNkS,” he shyly murmured, and when your eyes met, you suddenly realized how close he was to your face. To your lips.

It could have been either one of you who made the first move. One way or another, you found yourself on your tiptoes and a hand curled into Gamzee’s shirt, his arm looped around your waist and the stuffed animal between you keeping you both from melting into each other.

Whatever you had expected your first kiss with Gamzee to be like was nothing like this. His lips were cool and smooth, moving gently against yours without a hint of teeth. Your tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before the shriek of a child jolted you back into awareness — shit we’re still in public — and you reluctantly pulled away, your heart hammering in your chest and your cheeks flushed. Gamzee searched your face as he reached out to caress your cheek, the predatory look in his eyes a stark contrast to his boyish smile.

“Your mouth still tastes like cotton candy,” you blurted out.

“tHaT’s CuZ yOu’Re AlL tHiNkIn LiKe WiTh YoUr StOmAcH aNd NoT yOuR bRaIn. BuT yOu BeTtEr StArT tHiNkIn WiTh YoUr HeArT iF yOu WaNt MoRe Of ThAt TaStE.”

You hid your face in his chest while he chuckled. “You’re so corny,” you said, your words muffled by his shirt.

“yEaH i Am, GoT mE aLl StIfF lIkE a MoThAfUcKiN cOrN-oN-ThE-SlObBeRiN-cOb BeInG aLl CuTe AnD pReSsEd Up AgAiNsT mE aLl SuCh.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist being crass for a moment longer.”

“HaHaHa YoU kNoW iT, mY sWeEt SpAcE mOnKeY.”

“Stop teasing me, you … silly … stevia … “

“wEaK sAuCe.”

You planted a kiss on his grinning mouth to shut him up.

[master-nikoli]

tagged by: @allihavearevoices

Five Fictional Charectos I most identify with

Ariel (The Little Mermaid)

There's a reason she's my OOC mascot and it isn't just because she's a redhead, when I was a kid EVERYTHING was Ariel, or atleast I tried to make it so (fun fact: In the early days Ariel was actually not a popular princess to be smacked on merchandise, Disney used to put her "in the vault" all the FREAKING time and so whenever there WAS something Ariel related available I would foam at the mouth for it... I still foam at the mouth for Ariel stuff to be honest but atleast I can just walk in Walmart and get practically anything these days) Ariel and I are actually completely opposite and completely the same, because where she only ever wanted to be human, I only ever wanted to be... anything but, especially a mermaid, I know it's a common thing for little girls to want to be mermaids but dude.... I SO wanted to be a mermaid, I would have utter TANTRUMS everytime it came to leaving the neighborhood pool because I just wanted to be in the water, I STILL love being in water even though I'm not a very good swimmer, but past that, Ariel is the oddball of her family who doesn't want to conform to what her dad wants (my mom is actually the same as I am, but she married someone who's very traditional in alot of his thinking and so a very large part of my childhood was spent trying to gnaw my way through his traditionalist ideas- with my mom's help ofcourse) I get so annoyed and protective of Ariel when people say that ~she abandonded everything she loved for a guy she didn't know~ excuse me no did you even WATCH the freaking movie? (Not to mention the TV show?) Ariel was desperate to get away from her father and her strict lifestyle COMPLETELY regardless of Eric, he was just a convenient excuse, and I'm pretty sure anyone who watched the TV series would agree that Eric could have been a TURTLE and she still would have made the deal with Ursula, it was never about wanting to be with Eric- that was a happy bonus- it was about being free, and although I'm not an adventurous person I completely understand that, I'll take any opportunity I can get to stab someone's traditionalist opinions (especially if they're in my family) and kick against it as hard as I possibly can, Ariel doesn't want to be what everyone else wants her to be and I'm SEVERELY lucky that I grew up with a mom who never had any of the same ass-backwards thoughts on what I "should" be that most other people did, I spent most of my young life fighting and biting everyone who tried to shove me into a box that I didn't want to be in and it was EXHAUSTING, if an evil witch had offered ME a three-day out solution to what I thought was freedom when I was sixteen? Yeah I would have taken that deal too, plus Ariel is a hoarder, let's be totally honest, and I identify with that, I, like Ariel, collect things- I have treasure troves and treasure boxes and book shelves that are honestly on the verge of collapse (I mean ALOT of them) and I.. may get extremely OCD about things (because hey, mental disorder, fun right?) For example I have a not-so-minor obsession with boxes, I hate throwing out a good box, I'm like a cat that way, if there's any POSSIBLE conceivable use for it I'll find a way to try to keep it (I really do feel sorry for my poor mother...) I sort of hoard wrapping papper too, Christmas is a nightmare just because THERE'S SO MUCH GOOD WRAPPING PAPPER OH MY GOD and I want to buy like twenty sticks of it, I also collect some really unusual things (well, depending on what you define as "unusual") and I have a very hard time letting go of things because I have this sense of "But what if I need it later?", I also LIVE for music, I may not be able to sing (although I used to try really hard) but music is a HUGE part of my life, and there were actually ALOT of episodes in the series where it's made very, very, clear that music is immensely important to Ariel too, not just because she can sing, but because of everything that music represents to her, I'm also a huge animal lover, let's be totally honest if there was ever a chance that I could sneak a baby orca into my room I would have, I love animals and babies and jewlry and those are all things Ariel has been associated with in the TV series (haha... ahhh that charm bracelet that nearly killed her... yeah that's exactly the kind of bullshit stunt I would pull probably) As much as I LOVE the newer princesses like Elsa and Moana, no one is ever going to replace the spot Ariel has in my heart, I still get overwelmingly excited over everything Ariel

Rukia Kuchiki (Bleach)

Oh my God the love I have for this girl... (even though Tite Kubo screwed her over to the point of no return) Rukia was my gateway into alot of things, cosplay, for example, wich I sadly don't do anymore but wich I still deeply, deeply, deeply love, Rukia is everything I WANT to be, she's beautifull and strong and gracefull and powerfull and I really don't have much in terms of her strengths.... her weaknesses, however, are alot like my own, she has virtually no self-esteem (especially at the beginning of the series) a bad temper, no ability to draw, a love of stuffed animals that literally almost costs her a fight at one point (I would throw my sword down and run into a mountain of plushies too...) an insane love for cute things, especially bunnies (I prefer puppies but still! BUNNIES!!) a general weirdness about her taste in things (she can go from creepy horror manga to adorable kitten plushie in zero seconds flat and so can I) she actually wears the exact same style of sundresses that I've been known to wear- especially when I was younger, she's very feminine and girly but really doesn't get into make up or traditional "girly" things like romcoms and gossip and, you know, the things that you hear girls "should" like out of tween magazines, she brawls with the boys and isn't afraid to fight dirty and because she's short that's sometimes all she can do (I'm only about an inch taller than she is) She's very quiet, shy, and respectfull..... if she deems you worthy of that in some way or if you're someone she wants to impress (This is a big reason why convention scenes never worked out for me, I'm very social and outgoing but I was always so worried about impressing other con people that I would just freeze up like a popsicle) Otherwise, if she's comfortable with you in some way, she's pretty brash, headstrong, opinionated, loud, and tempermental, ofcourse she has close freinds who she's very soft and gentle with because that's just how their relationship is, but then she also has freinds who she can freely cuss out at her leisure, I identify with her in alot of ways, in alot of ways- like Ariel- I don't, and alot of things about her are more things that I WANT to be rather than what I AM, but there's more than enough in there to be identifiable

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

I was just telling my mom earlier today how the longer the series goes on the more I identify with him, I think (considering these aren't ranked in order) he's definately the fictional charector I identify with most, there are so many shades of him that are just identical to me to the point where I've heard him have conversations that are almost EXACTLY like conversations I've had, he has relationships that are EXACTLY like relationships I've had, it's uncanny, we're both just squishy humans (well... I'll argue magic!Stiles until the day I die but still) who really are pretty powerless in the big scheme of things so when we're on the offensive we use sarcasm and quick tempered insults to defend ourselves, or go charging into something with a weird weapon without thinking totally prepared to stab someone or smack them over the head if we have to (no kidding, last weekend I ran outside with my Rukia sword- a real sword by the way, althouh dull as cutting board- because I was worried about someone who was acting suspiciously in my driveway, but that's a long, personal story I won't be getting into) We're both bookworms who would much rather study the weirdest things imaginable than what we should *actually* study (Stiles had circimcission, I had manga) We both have really short tempers and although we MEAN well we do tend to bite if we're caught at the wrong moment, we're both at the "I'm pretty sure I'm bi but given my lack of romantic experience I'm also kind of timid about everything" stage, we both play fantasy RPGs (although his are probably more like video games and mine are more indie and group RP blogs) we have alot of the same taste in humor and in media, we both love werewolves to quite a startling amount and would 10000% take the werewolf's side of any argument, we're both very twitchy, very verbal, talk ALOT (if you couldn't tell) and have pretty much the exact same anxiety disorder, I have honestly, honestly, never seen my disorder represented as well anywhere as it is in canon with Stiles, I'm really not exaggerating when I say his is identical to mine, we're very creative people, we'll defend our loved ones with more fire and force than is at times warranted, we both have an IMMENSE love for our moms and a.. complicated... relationship with our dads, we both had some really massive trouble in school that came more out of people being unwilling to accept you when you're different than it did out of being dumb or being unwilling to study, a history of teachers hating us, a tendency to form relationships with people and hold on as tightly as we can even when they start hurting us and we should probably let them go, and I'm pretty sure if it ever came up Stiles would have some pretty awesome conspiracy theories (as do I *cough*) I could really just go on and on and on if you laid Stiles down on a map and started giving me push-pins but it's four in the morning and I'm tired

Yuri Katsuki (Yuri On Ice)

Yuri is probably the second best representation I've ever seen of anxiety (and I only rank Stiles first with that because his particular *type* of anxiety is most like my own, Yuri's and mine have some slight differences but are overall extremely close) and it's just such a constant, nagging,  part of him, the best way to describe it is something I read in a YOI meta once- "At the beginning of the series he was the best male figure skater in Japan and one of the top six in the world but he defines himself as 'your average, dime a dozen figure skater'", and that's... pretty much the disorder to a T, alot of times I know LOGICALLY that I'm better at something than I think I am, or not as bad as I think I am (I'm 21 and have published 13 books in the last three years, I can't be *that* bad of a writer logically but I still *feel* like I am most of the time) We both end up letting our emotions get the better of us, can be obsessive and perfectionists, we both have a soft spot for music and femininity and LOVE dogs, we both clearly prefer food to anything even remotely sexual and would probably marry food if we could (Yuri has katsudon, I have Ranch dressing, enough said) ... even when it hurts us... (Yuri put on weight, I'm actually allergic to alot of types of Ranch dressing and get pretty freaking sick from it sometimes, but does that stop me? No... my mom does, she stops me) We both have really super supportive mothers who have gone out of their way to gamble on something that most people can't make a career out of because they have faith in us, we're both not *great* with social media, we both are often intimidated by people in our talent feilds who are on level with or better than us, neither of us know what the hell we're doing when it comes to anything romantic or sexual (despite mainly RPing //BDSM threads// I actually have never even come somewhat close to finding eros myself- or anything even remotely romantic) We're both very timid about trying new things and need alot of convincing to do it, and if I didn't have a headache right now I could probably think of more

Misty Day (American Horror Story: Coven)

The animal-loving witch who dances with scarves and worships Stevie Nicks? Yeah, this is me, without a doubt, I love all things eccentric, especially clothes and music, I love Stevie Nicks, my own personal hell would probably, in fact, be identical to Misty's- between my immense love of animals and complete unwillingness to hurt them even if it literally saved my life, my utter HORROR stories related to school, being ruthlessly bullied for being weird, being forced to conform when I just wanted to escape..... yep, that's one personal hell for me, we don't think we're anything special and all we really want is to find a place to fit in where we can be who we are without having to conform to anything, neither of us even WANT to be some kind of big supreme thing, we just want to chill with our music and scarves and twirl around with our tribes (or wolf packs, whatever) We're both weird and a mix of outgoing and insecure and really just want some peace and quiet, we're both basically witch-hippies and if you think for one second that I wouldn't do to those alligator hunters exactly the same thing Misty did to them then you are terribly wrong because I //so. would.//, we're both kind of naive and airheaded at times and if I ever met Stevie Nics I would 100% faint from it too

Honorable mention: Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) I've always been a Hermione girl but I probably have alot more in common with Luna, we're both so weird and eccentric and have been pushed around and bullied alot for that, we believe in things that other people don't see or believe in, we have our own weird fashion sense and we're more creative and imaginative than we are academically smart, ofcourse, the thing is, I'm a Slytherin ;)