#but that one spooped me good

[simulation-machine]

If anyone finds this gif or TikTok or video or whatever I would be so chuffed

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Shaken Not Stirred

Summary: Reader attends an investigation with her boyfriend Sam and best friend Colby. Unfortuantely for her, it doesn't quite go as smoothly as she'd hoped it would.

TW/CW: Reader gets scratched by a ghost and scared a few times. Sam Golbach x Reader

Requested?: No

A/N: Writing a spoopy imagine while watching spoopy Sam & Colby videos all with the lights off aside from red lights to up the spoopiness is fantastic. Surprisingly, I'm less spooped than I would be just watching Sam & Colby vids with the lights on and not multitasking lmao.

Y/N's POV

As we stepped into the abandoned, slightly decrepit haunted prison. We had spoken briefly with a friend of our guide outside before starting this tour and she had warned me, “Girl you are braver than I am.” Upon tilting my head at her, she continued, “I won’t ever step foot in that place after hearing so many stories from other ladies. Stick close to your boys.” Apparently, the entities in this place enjoy messing with and scaring ladies the most.

Colby’s voice brings me out of my thoughts, “Dude, look at this place!” I scan my eyes around the immense entry hall. The cement walls impose a sense of dread. The stuffy sour smell of the place makes my stomach roil.

I instinctively inch closer to Sam who’s at my side. I can already tell the warning wasn’t falsely founded. Just being in here makes me feel extremely uneasy and very unwelcome. Dating a paranormal investigator means I’ve visited plenty of haunted locations but this one was much worse than any other.

As our guide began the tour, I practically glued myself to Sam’s side making him look down at me. “You alright?” He questions, concern written plainly across his face.

I think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah just already feeling unwelcome.”

The guide breaks in, “Ladies typically do feel set apart from the gentlemen. As this was a male only prison, they don’t typically take kindly to female visitors.”

Sam looks even more worried now, “You can always sit this one out.”

I shake my head, “I’m alright for now but I’ll let you know if I need to step out.” Sam nods as our guide takes that as his cue to continue on. The first bit of our tour goes pretty quietly. Just as I am starting to loosen up and shake the uneasiness, I hear someone or something whisper yell very closely to my ear. Having stepped away from Sam, I race back to him and nearly leap into his arms.

“What?!” He questions, voice full of worry, “What happened?”

I look up at him and then around at our group, fear etched across my face, “Did you guys not hear that?” Everyone shakes their heads spurring me to explain, “I just heard something whisper super loud in my ear. Like, I don’t know how you guys didn’t hear it.”

Sam wraps his arms tighter around me, “Do you need a minute?”

I bury my face into his chest to take a few deep breaths before shaking my head, “No, I’m alright. Let’s keep going.” Carrying on with the tour, I keep my head on a swivel and my hand tightly clasped around Sam’s.

By the time we begin our investigations, I’ve loosened up again. Sam sets out the two flashlights after explaining for the video what they do. Colby also sets out a REM pod and shows the camera what it does. As everyone steps away from the devices, the REM pod starts going nuts. “Alright, I guess that’s a good sign that we should get started,” Sam states to the camera. The boys begin bouncing around questions and receiving responses but the REM pod just keeps screaming at us.

Finally, having had enough of the high pitch shrill, I gave up my courage and speak up, “I’m sorry to interrupt boys but whoever is beside our little red light over there could you please step away? It’s starting to hurt my ears.” The device goes silent immediately upon finishing my sentence. Sam, Colby, and I look at each other in shock before they continue on with questioning the flashlights. After only a couple questions and answers, I jump close to Sam. Something had just whispered again. I bury my face in Sam’s chest once more as he rubs my back.

“I heard that one,” Sam says more to Colby than me, “There was a whisper.”

Colby shakes his head, “I didn’t hear it but she sure did,” he says motioning to me. I back away from my shelter and motion for the boys to continue.

After a while and a couple of investigations, Sam and Colby decide it’s time to bring out the Estes Method. As Colby goes under, Sam leans over to whisper to me, “Do you want to sit this one out?” I shake my head but take his hand in mine. Sam begins asking questions and immediately receives answers. As the questions get more intense, I hold Sam’s hand even tighter trying not to show how terrified I am. I know that if Sam knows how scared I am he’ll cut it and we’ll leave.

“Is there anything specific you’d like us to know before we leave?” Sam asks. We receive, “Yeah,” from Colby just as something grabs the back of my neck. I leap from my seat and scream so loud that Colby yanks the headset and blindfold off looking around slightly panicked. Sam jumps up to collect me in his arms, checking me over as I try to calm my shaking and my eyes dart around trying to pinpoint the source of my fear.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Colby asks, standing from his chair.

Sam, whose inspection has brought him around behind me, waves Colby over out of the corner of my eye. Colby steps behind me as I feel Sam lower the back of my shirt slightly and lift my ponytail. “Holy shit,” Colby mumbles as I see a flash and hear a camera shutter.

I hide my face in my hands as Sam gently spins me around to face them. He places his hands on either side of my face, “I’m here. I’ve got you. You are safe,” he pauses taking a deep breath, “Do you want to see it?”

I nod shakily, knowing he’s referring to the picture of whatever is on my back. Colby shows me the screen of Sam’s phone. There is four long scratches from my hairline to between my shoulder blades, thankfully not drawing blood. Saying nothing I simply bury my face in Sam’s chest once again and his arms immediately wrap around me. “She’s shaking,” Colby notes.

“Yeah, we need to leave,” Sam states already moving toward the exit. Colby collects the gear before quickly catching up to us. About halfway to the car, Sam stops and lifts me into his arms. Once we reach the car, Sam opens the passenger door and gently sits me down in the seat. I clutch onto his shirt, not wanting him to pull away but he takes my hands in his, kissing them before placing them in my lap and squatting down in front of me.

Sam brushes my hair away from my face and that’s when I finally notice the same fear from my face copy and pasted onto his. His hands shake slightly as he kisses my forehead. Looking into my eyes once again, “I love you but the next time I see you so shaken just walking into a location, you’re sitting out or we’re leaving. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.” I nod my head and finally seeming content that I’ve calmed down he stands, “Pull your legs in, Darling.” I do as instructed before Sam closes the door and makes his way over to the driver side door as Colby slides into the backseat.

Colby leans forward and pats my head as Sam cranks the car and begins exiting the property. “You’re gonna be okay, Kid,” Colby affirms before he leans back to get comfortable for the ride home. Colby’s always been like a brother to me and no matter how well he hides it, I know he’s just as scared as Sam and I. Sam takes my hand in his as we make our way back to the hotel.

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[icycoldninja]

Hello :) hope you’re having an early spoop-tackular month full of treats or tricks ∩^ω^∩

I love your writing and had something that has been tickling my peewee of a brain—ya know bouncing about the noggin’.

Many eons ago I discovered that when I get angry, frustrated, scared, or excited I put on my good ole country accent since where I live it’s full of southerns AND northerners. So basically I can be a distinguished fellow one moment then mere seconds later become a hillbilly bent outta shape because someone forgot my Diet Dr. Kelp while ordering pizza from the Krusty Krab

imagine the Sparda boys with their s/o that is known to be really, really sweet to everyone but when the s/o gets super upset or angry she full throttle her southern accent and it always throws people off guard 💀

YOU ARE PERFECT AND AMAZING TYSM FOR KEEPING MY HEART IN LOVE WITH DMC. WELL WHAT I MEAN IS THANK YOU FOR THE MOTIVATION.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I AM! OK, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know this took like a century to post and I hope you forgive me for that. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a southern accent headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Normally, you sound as average as average can be. No one thinks there's anything odd about the way you speak.

-Dante honestly couldn't care less about accents anyway, what you say is the same, regardless of how you pronounced it.

-Except for when you get angry and fly off the handle, cursing and shouting like the ol' hillbilly you sort of are.

-Dante absolutely loses it, laughing so hard he almost pees himself. While such a reaction is understandable the first time, it just doesn't make sense that he continues laughing after the 50th or 60th time.

-Shows you off to everyone at gatherings and parties, always asking you to say a joke or something in your accent.

-It's nice to have all the attention and surprise people like that, but you get tired of doing it after a while. One can only hope Dante will get tired of it too.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is largely indifferent to the way you speak.

-Or so he thought, until one day you got mad at something and started screaming like a true Southerner.

-He was convinced you had become possessed by a demon of some sort and was ready to drive it out of you, when you snapped back to your usual self and started talking normally again.

-He couldn't believe what he just heard, and after mentally debating it, decided to pretend it never happened and tell himself he imagined the whole thing.

-When you do it again a few days later, he is forced to accept the fact that your accent is real, and worst of all, that it's funny.

-Now he has to cover his face with his book whenever you blow your stack or everyone will see him grimacing to hold back laughter.

□ Nero □

-Nero never thought anything was suspicious about you at any point, why would he, anyway?

-He knew you were from the South, since you told him, and while he did wonder why you didn't sound like most southerners, he chalked it up to familial influence or something and left it at that.

-Needless to say, Nero was pretty confused the first time he heard you go off like that.

-He thought you were doing it to be funny, but realized this was natural after hearing it a few times.

-He thinks you sound like Nico and can't wait for the day when you both get upset over something and start aggressively jabbering at each other.

-You and your funny way of talking are cute in Nero's eyes, but that's about it. He's just not one to care for silly things like that.

● V ●

-Since V has only arrived on earth recently, he is doing his best to learn about the workings of the world.

-He was familiar with the concept of accents and dialects, sure, having been around Nico for a while, but when he met you, he never thought you'd be one of those individuals with a distinct accent.

-You were pretty normal until Griffon made a particularly hurtful comment that you decided to return. All of a sudden, your accent kicks in and you start scolding that bird in true Southern momma fashion.

-V was stunned for a moment, then was quickly reduced to laughter because the whole exchange was hilarious.

-When you demanded to know what the hell he was laughing about, he just kept going.

-You eventually gave up and left him to his devices because there was no point in trying to understand his mind.

[cleolinda]

Creepypasta: Ted the Caver (2001)

There was a season of Are You Scared? that presented some actual famous creepypasta (pasta? pastas?), and I was so giddy about it. I love creepypasta and Weird Internet Fiction, and I recognized all the famous ones right off the bat; the moment there was a season preview and a cave was mentioned, I KNEW. So the episode with "Ted the Caver" instantly became one of my favorites ("GET IN THE FUCKING CAVE, TEDDY!!"). But it also kills me that the show presents the final installment as if it's the whole story: just one spooked, caveless guy wandering around meebling about his spelunking obsession. Buddy, there is SO MUCH caving in the full version, you don't even know. There is NONE MORE CAVING:

[Note: The original Angelfire site still works, but while I was researching this, I started running into malware. As such, I'm going to also link you to an unofficial mirror of the site at a creepypasta wiki.]

But I get it: there's no way to read the entire story aloud for a half-hour show. It was originally published as an unassuming hobbyist blog in 2001, and "Ted the Caver" is partly so effective because it is genuinely just an amateur caving blog for about 10,000 words. My understanding is that the author really is a caving enthusiast—I mean, he'd have to be, because the story is filled with actual photos of him and a friend chipping their way through a hole the size of a baseball into a cave they dub "Floyd's Tomb." So this was a real expedition... that the author wrote a delightful little spoop around.

Honestly, the real horror for me isn't even the Descent-style Something that seems to be living down there; it's the genuine terror of these fools squeezing themselves through eight-inch openings into the bowels of the earth, God bless. You can tell the mundane aspects are absolutely true to life, because the squeezing and the scraping and the panic—I'll just stop there, in case anyone has any phobias, claustro or otherwise. If I didn't before, I do now.

But it also has to be noted, "real horror" is what "Ted the Caver" is all about: the horror of a story backed up by reams of accurate detail and told through a really, really basic-ass Angelfire website. (I say this lovingly, as someone who had a shitty Geocities site herself.) It truly looks like it's just someone's blog—because that's mostly what it really is. Who wrote it? Well, an actual guy named Ted:

Well, I guess it’s time I add my two cents to the topic. My name is Ted and I am the author of the story you have been discussing. I am the original author. I created the story on my own and copied no one

...he wrote, in response to a plagiarism accusation (turns out the other guy copied him, and closely at that).

Between December 30, 1999 and February 24, 2000 Brad and I worked on a passage in Freeway cave. We made numerous trips, and spent many hours of hard work, before we were finally able to get through the opening and into the new section of cave. During the course of our adventure I kept a caving journal and documented our activities surrounding our attempts to be the first people to enter the new passage. Since we were giving friends and family members updates as we worked, I thought it would be a good idea to put my entire journal on a web page, along with our pictures, then we could simply refer people to the site. The thought then occurred to me: It sure would be fun to embellish the story a little!

Ted hasn't given his full name, but he is an actual Ted, it seems. And honestly, as much as I would like him to be credited as openly as Eric Heisserer is for "The Dionaea House," it really works in the story's favor that it's so difficult to figure out who wrote it. Not to spoil you, but the story told by the blog, much to Shane and Ryan's frustration in the video above, ends in a single puff of irony:

See all of you soon, with a lot of answers! Love, Ted

Magnificent. Because, let's face it: if a cave monster really did eat trap and eat your friend, isn't this what it would look like? No silly explanation for how a video camera somehow made it back to his friends and family from, like, the center of the fucking earth through a hole the size of a cantaloupe. No, your man there is just gone. And he's given enough detail in previous entries for you to imagine that what he finally came face to face with down there is Not Good. That's enough.

[stillsolo]

i've been meaning to post this sooner, but i'm gonna be spottier than usual if not possibly MIA for the next week or so!

long story short, my heart issues have finally spooped me enough to finally accept my doctor's referral to a cardiologist. we found another pretty concerning 11 second arrhythmia in the middle of a completely unrelated test, so, here i am at last, tackling a problem i've been ignoring for actual years lmao 🤡

anyway, i'm about to undergo a series of scans/tests, including one that's gonna be literally strapped to my body for the next week to monitor me. i don't really know how this stuff is gonna work and it's honestly stressing me out just thinking about it, so i'm putting tumblr on the backburner for now. i always inadvertently stress myself out with making icons/replies......... lol i'm just gonna kick back for a bit, maybe just shove things into queue!!

i'll be on discord if you wanna add me or write there instead, just let me know who you are!

disco: dethberri

omg i almost put down the number ID it's been so long........ 💀

ok thanks for reading!! i hope y'all're having a good night/day!! owo/

[wings-of-ink]

i have so many thoughts and yet so little words available to me that can truly capture them but firstly, hello!!

oh my god where do i start….the beginning will do. i started and caught up in gc in two days and within one day i finished my replay. i finished this EXTREMELY detailed if 2x in the span of 3 days. ????? i’m speechless. i have zero words. i love this so much?? i love you and your brilliant brain what the heck????

the writing is impeccable, the characters are all so lovable i’m literally on the floor rolling around. AND THE WORLD LORE i’m a sucker for this stuff it’s so detailed, there’s quite literally a whole different world and i get transported in every damn time! the way mc’s hobby one way or another relates and contributes to their work,,,,, chefs kiss it’s so detailed i’ve been trying to dig up all the hidden details. like how my healer mc is good at doing stitches if she’s into needlework or how she soothes the patients if she’s into singing?? im in tears. i have devoured every crumb i could find and i feel like a caged animal at the zoo who’s shaking the bars of their enclosure to be let out every time i find something new. sorry does that come off as weird? im trying to convey how giddy this game has made me, its stewing in my head.

i feel like i’m bouncing off the walls and i’m so excited for chp4! i usually don’t comment or interact at all with creators because it’s kinda nerve wracking for me but as i said before the contents of this game has just been stewing far too much inside my cranium and i was ITCHING to say something 🙈 i might just loiter about and hang around as a little anony ghostie after this,,,,,,

aaaaa in short! you’ve rekindled my love for fantasy worlds with mountains worth of attention to detail and keep doing what you’re doing and thank you so much for gracing us with your work >_<

My toasted friend, you are way too kind and sweet (and delicious, I love brioche). I don't know what to say. I am so giddy that YOU are giddy over this! I am glad you send in your message, it lit up my day so much...and may have made my eyes a little misty (we'll keep that between us).

I'd be happy to have you haunt me! I love spirits and spoops! I can't wait to share more of the world with you, my dear. ^_^

[theinfamousdoctorf]

My good doctor,

(I do not know how that title happened, habitual nicknames, so that stuck)

MUST you work so fast for chapters, this has happened not once, twice nor even thrice But equal to the first number in the set I gave you, an equilibrium 7 for 7.

Mind you I'd have managed more then 7 if not for slowed motivations!

So let us see if this little pattern continues, 10 for 10 when the reveal is timed. OR If I will be able to beat your own writing in this little game of chase (metaphorical not literal of course ^-^)

As for the numbers last time, they are nothing like coordinates I promise!

Asides the fact I have zero knowledge on how coordinates work, I would not do anything to actively INTENTIONALLY cause distress such as that, any spooping is entirely accidental!

And for those numbers, even Ray with FULL knowledge on what they are tied to was not able to guess them all correctly. Only some.

My intents with the meaning behind the numbers is nothing more then jovial and positive ^-^

Interesting choice of tags for the last answer....interesting choice...

Anywho,

Good day to you Doctor!

, 📜 The Scribe

If you’re asking about my title? There are a lot of reasons... the simplest one is that I’m an occultist with an interest in repairing old things who often leaves trails of Frankenstein stitches on my handiwork. PatchworkLaboratory is both my Etsy shop and the tag for my artwork on Tumblr.

Sorry! It’s the ADHD. I’m a espresso-fueled maniac. Also... my job affords me a lot of time to think.

[paranormalphrenix]

I think that line in particular would be a fantastic support pokemon for me if I got one, since I have depression. Talk about a good deal; I get a good mood, they get a good snack! Mutually helpful hehe. Good spoops.

i dont think that is how it works... taking away the bad mood doesn't mean you get a good one...

[bccksmarts]

mini vent thing just ignore this; it’ll just clear my chest off and HOPEFULLY give me some sort of peace of mind!!

Just typing helps relieve some of this weird tension that’s been building in my chest so please don’t think this is toward absolutely anyone because it isn’t whatsoever!!

kinda just feeling like I’m just sat here twiddling my thumbs most days. I’ve got threads to crack on with, plots to develop and all that good stuff but as soon as I see ONE thing, the love just absolutely dies??

I hate that it does, and I think it’s been that way for a while. It’s dumb, and I shouldn’t be feeling the way I do, but I do. A crap feeling of anxiety and being shoved aside for the next and new best thing which I know IS NOT the case at all, and I normally hardly ever get this type of feeling. Everyone’s portrayals are so vast and different to each other and that’s so welcoming to me, and I really love to see it!! I do!! It’s so refreshing and inspiring??

So I shouldn’t at all feel like I’m being brushed under a rug, because I know overall that I’m not. I just don’t know how to budge the feeling; it makes me feel icky and gross and I don’t like it at all, like the feeling that my threads with people no longer actually matter / are wanted and that SUCKS. Again, before anyone starts kicking off: I know that isn’t the case!! Anxiety just sucks and I WISH it’d just piss off!!

Mayhaps I just need a refresher; music, chill vibes, go into my drafts with an open mind that everything is fine and nothing has changed, because it hasn’t. I’ve got things planned with people that I’m really looking forward to, that I’m really excited for!!

Sometimes I feel like I HAVE to withdraw myself when it comes to any sort of negative or iffy feelings because it’s just how it’s always been, and I hate putting my shite feelings in front of someone else cause the last thing I want to do is bother someone with something so small that just isn’t necessary. I don’t usually like to vent; it isn’t my thing. Maybe it’s why I’m spooped to get close to people too?? If my feelings over something so crap and little ever pushes someone away unintentionally; that fear is so good damn terrifying to me and it’s probably why I hardly message people or I see a message, think I’ve responded when I haven’t at all. And I’m not saying I don’t feel close to some of you because I do!! I might not say it much ( again, anxiety’s a bitch ) but I genuinely do feel so close to some of you that it isn’t even funny. How special some of you have made me feel this past year is incredible and I can’t thank you enough for it. 💕

It’s something I wanna try and improve on. Trust myself and those around me and not feel like I have to bottle everything up all the time. I’ve been trying, and I thought I was doing pretty good, but it’s like it all goes to the wind somehow. I’m not alone, and I’ve got to stop putting myself into this secluded box. 😤

[ficandkaboodle]

So I was tagged by @circle--of--confusion in

Get to Know Your Mutuals!!

Life just got me in a chokehold and also I forgor 🥲 BUT I DID IT!!

🖤🖤🖤

what's the origin of your username?:

I was trying to drum up possible names and I thought “caboodle” was a funny word and a decent reference to a small collection of bits and ends. I just spelled it with a “k” because “Ficandcaboodle” felt off to me.

OTP(s) + shipname:

I don’t really ship, let alone anything that has a certifiable ship name. I’m super cool like that, I know 🙃

Favorite color:

Black! Followed by purple with a bit of white.

Song stuck in my head:

(God forgive me but) that godawful song from Emilia Perez. You know the one. It’s been banging around my skull all day for no discernible reason. Also “Fear and Delight” by The Correspondents (thanks to the zoetrope imagery going around today).

Weirdest habit/trait:

I mean. The things I’m tempted to call weird are arguably just things consequential to my undiagnosed disordered like autism and ADHD and OCD. I have trichotillomania for example. And a twinge of echolalia I think. I also have eating rituals for certain cereals (ex: If I eat Apple Jacks, I must eat the red/orange pieces first). …Yeah I’m trying to think of non-ND tendencies but I got none

Hobbies:

I like to bake! But it’s getting to be quite expensive so I may need to go back to my old hobby of drawing and painting. 😅 Unless overthinking is also a hobby.

If you work, what's your profession?:

I wouldn’t call it a profession but I work at a bookstore and even though I was hired on specifically as a regular bookfloor worker, I’ve been trained as pretty much an all-rounder: I can do register, cafe, receiving, toys and games, etc. I’m very tired all the time and joke that I’m the store bicycle because I’m multipurpose.

If you could have any job you wish, what would you have?:

Assuming money isn’t an issue — Actually, no, I still don’t know. I haven’t had a clear idea of what I’ve wanted since freshman year of college. I’m not very good with or tolerant of people so front-facing jobs aren’t the best fit for me. But I’m also not very good at things involving numbers or what have you and business sense is not natural to me. Sooo…I have no clue! In another world, though, I think I’d run a small bakery/ice cream parlor with a spoop-theme.

Something you're good at:

I have no clue about that either! 😀 People say I’m good at baking, writing, and drawing but I think a lot of that from most immediate people like friends and family just don’t do that stuff themselves so it just seems impressive. But I dunno…I’m also aware that I tend to be very critical of myself so who knows, really? 😅😅😅

Something you hate:

The list of things I like would be shorter. Uhh…I hate obnoxious people. Entitled people. I hope their car gets a flat in the rain on the interstate during rush hour ☺️ I also hate parents who put their kids in atrocious situations out of their own personal conveniences or wants.

Something you collect:

I accidentally developed a collection of soaps. In fairness, a decent number of them are from my cousin’s soap and lotion business but I have no idea where the others are from. Also, like many people in the area, I have a Zulu coconut collection but I feel like that’s so commonplace that it’s not the same as hobby collecting. However! I intentionally try to collect movie promo items like the little inflatable drink holder floaties from the Barbie movie and a popcorn bucket shaped like Miles Morales’s head. (And yes, I have the RHRN bucket. And Popecorn bucket.)

Something you forget:

Birthdays. Faces. How exactly old my siblings are some days. The usual.

Your love language:

I almost want to say words of affirmation but I think I just have a praise kink combined with low self-esteem. On that end, I also appreciate acts of service and patience. I know that second one isn’t a recognized love language, but patience is very important to me because I know I must be a pain to deal with even when I’m trying to be palatable.

Favorite movies/shows:

Oofa I actually don’t watch a lot of TV anymore 😅🥲 But I tend to enjoy cartoons like Craig of the Creek or something. Favorite movies tend to meld into comfort films for me and judging by that, they’re 1776 and Knives Out.

Favorite food:

French fries and yakamein. I can and nearly have finished an entire stock pot of yakamein by myself and not grow tired of it, it’s my cholesterol’s nightmare.

Favorite animal:

I…don’t think I have one 🤔 I try to think of one but I can never really land one. Though I do like cats, and my favorite marine animal is the beluga whale because of their silly melon domes!

What were you like as a child?:

According to my dad, I was a very strong-willed child. Which is his loving way of saying I was extremely stubborn. However, I was also very shy and hated having attention on me for the most part. I think I was also a bit inquisitive in some aspects, and I really enjoyed reading and drawing to the point I hated being forced to interact with other kids instead of being left to my own devices. However I also was very sympathetic and cried easily if I thought a cartoon character or book character was being hurt or abandoned. Gotta love that hyperempathy.

Favorite subject in school:

I usually based what my favorite was on how quickly that class seemed to go for me. In general, though, my favorites tended to go between history and English. Mostly history, though.

Least favorite subject:

Math. Straight up. I just could never get the hang of it, even with tutoring. It’s not for lack of trying, numerical stuff just seems to hit a wall of static once it enters my head and I just can’t keep up.

What's your best character trait:

I don’t think I have one 😅😅😅 People say I’m caring in a weird way, but I honestly have a lot of trouble seeing that. I’m admittedly quite rigid and awkward with people.

What's your worst character trait?:

I’m hard on myself, can you tell? 🤣 I don’t know if it’s necessarily low esteem or something, I just have high standards and low expectations towards myself and it’s admittedly something I need to work on.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?:

My confidence. I feel like if I were more sure of myself, so much could potentially change for the better. At the very least, more opportunities might open and I might feel a vague sense of progress for the first time in a long while.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?:

My great-grandfather. He was still alive when I was born but very sick. According to my dad, he was just lucid enough to meet me. I wish I could’ve met him properly, he sounded like a hoot and the interactions he had with my great-grandma were legendary.

I don’t really know who all has been tagged sooo… @d3dw1tch, @pestilenceking, and whomever else comes upon this and wants to give it a go! I await your vital information 😌

[heavenmcde]

HEY LAUREN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY WOMB EVACUATION DAY!1 You came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in someone else's blood. Here is a warriors wish that you may leave it the same way and make the reaper work for it.

But seriously.

Knowing you as long as I have, I've enjoyed every god damn moment. Ever since I met you by chance in passing, because we had mutual friends that had us start talkin' and vibin', it's never been a bad time. You as a person genuinely always make me smile. You're a good person, strong as hell, and so god damn creative. I love everything we've done, both silly and serious. As well as just side goof off things.

Then there has been the random little things on occasion of talking similar games we like, memeing at one another, and so on. You're just an individual that can bring a smile to people and bounce back and forth so easily. The headcanons we have done, the little moments, its all so good.

I adore having you as a friend, and you're a fantastic person.

Ahhhhhh

I can't tell you how much I appreciate this right now! Makes me so glad to know I have amazing friends around me.

Thank you Spoop <3

[orgyofthedamned]

happy homestuck day, eridan and gamzee will always be my problematic sons

[dailyfrez]

Day 113- I am not a brave boy and I will NOT be attending this particular gig in my little brother’s acting escapades

[hypmic-writings]

The Doll who Always Stares with Hitoya?

Hitoya was a hard man to shake, but this case was putting him through the ringer and you knew you had to do something before it consumed him whole. So one night, while he was slaving away at the piles of paper covering the desk, you offered to help him prepare for court and because he was so exhausted, he didn’t have the heart to say no as he recounted all the details of the case to you

Hitoya was defending the estate of a family that had entirely disappeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The parents weren’t seen at their jobs and their two sons had not attended school for days, leading authorities to believe that the family was missing. 

What was strange, was that everything in the house looked completely normal. There was no sign of the family rushing to leave, in fact there was a pot of food still lying on the stove top. 

The only item that seemed to be out of place was a doll in a yellow and white dress that the youngest son had left, perched perfectly on top of the kitchen table. You stared down at the picture of the doll in the case file and immediately felt a chill go down your spine. You weren’t sure why, but there was something about this doll that seemed...not quite right

you helped Hitoya piece together whatever information he needed for the trial the next day, and went to bed with more questions than you previously had

the next day, when you came home from work, Hitoya was excited to announce that he had won the court case. The two of you decided to celebrate and popped open a bottle of champagne, spending the night drinking away.

You both decided to turn in for the night when you heard the doorbell ring. You turned to Hitoya, slightly tipsy and confused, but he simply shrugged as you followed him to the door. When he opened it, you peered around him, but there was nobody standing in the doorway.

When your gaze dropped, however, you felt your blood run cold as you met the dark, blank eyes of a doll donning a yellow and white dress sitting perfectly on your front porch

[lil-guys-reviews]

One word: SPOOPS. Shiteyan'yo gains more splorp with each use of Calves, and you should take full advantage of that by positioning them so they can steal as much fun as possible. Setting up a block party to defend them is a good idea. Play your cards right and your opponent's engage engine will be working for you.

6/10 They are certainly one of the more situational Spoops guys. Fuck, they're still looking at me aren't they?

This was a Patreon Request

[parlouzeriisms]

ooc; || this is a little rushed, but this is what NIcky will be going in for Halloween. He’s dressed as Dr. Jekyll!

DO NOT RB.