#idk i was tryin somethin new

[waloeders]

i mean u guys know but also u dont know how much this guy n his horse have completely rebuilt my brain. what the fuck

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

oof jfc haven't felt this bad in a while

[green-alien-turdz]

started autistically vibrating the second i read your answer lmfao. i was thinking cartman or tweek myself tbh, those bitches are both just PRIMED for it imo. i tend to lean towards a lot of abduction experiences being some kind of extreme reaction to other earthly trauma, but that really doesnt seem to fit every account so idk what the fuck is going on. god though dude *puts on homemade MUFON lanyard* i am SO SO SO CURIOUS to hear about your/your fam's weird experiences if you ever wanna share, i saw some questionable shit when i briefly lived out in Ohio myself. gone back and forth on the legitimacy of it all over the years, one of those things that's like, the more you research the less you Know.

Okay bro, I gotchu. I NEVER get to talk about this shit so imma fuckin go wild

Ight, so legit everybody in my mfin family got some shit to say- I tried to pry my brother's experiences outta him, but he is dogshit about answerin questions. Just know that he got some stories from when he would go campin n shit (even though he has funny ass stories from when he was outta his mind fucked up, there's still a lotta sober experiences he's got too)

1st, my dad: his stories are kinda vague too bcuz we don't talk, but from what he has told me in the past, he has 2 moments in his life he was certain was alien activity. Both of these take place in Texas (but when he was still livin in Ohio, he did say he'd seen some weird shit). The first is when he was movin to Oregon, n he was drivin late at night through Texas. Not a soul on the mfin road n he's in buttfuck nowhere. He said that there was this huge fuckin flash of light from above n his truck completely shut off. Like, the mf was still rollin at the same speed, but nothin it was like the car itself just kinda switched off (no engine, no lights, no music, nothin). He's tryin to start it up over n over, not really sure what the hell was goin on- so he's tryna pop the clutch seein as he was still movin. But this shit would NOT turn the fuck over. Until after he was gonna give up, slowly brake n just pull off to the side, but before he even attempted, the truck starts up again n continues on like nothin even happened.

His second experience I don't remember as well, so sorry about that. If I fuckin recall my dad n his band were just finishin up a show n were just chillin behind the bar smokin. One mf points out that there's this weird fuckin plane over some buildings on the horizon. Like, it just wasn't movin right? He said it seemed to be movin in a really slow zig zag pattern (but it wasn't like a drone, this this was way too big n it was the mid-90s). They kinda brush it off bcuz it's late as hell n they're all pretty shitfaced. But he said that it lasted in that area for about 10 more minutes, just movin back n forth until he looked away for a minute n it was just gone.

He's also told me about how on his late night drives in dead places, he's seen a shit load of random light infront of him shootin into the ground, n this is especially fuckin freaky to me bcuz I got a very similar thing that happened not that long ago. It's explained in my individual experience.

My mom n grandma: My gma might have some more, I feel like she had told me somethin. This one is backed by both my mom n my gma (although my uncle was here too, he just doesn't associate w/ the family so maybe he'd have some input). My gma used to drive from across the whole U.S. ALL the fuckin time when my mom was growin up, like they always had these roadtrips bcuz my gpa was an abusive pos n they'd escape back to my greatgrandparents place. So they're in the more of the desert states (like New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, I just can't remember which). My mom is probably about 10 or so. It's full on daylight, unlike every other story I got, this is the only one where it is broad fuckin daylight out. There's nothin but desert for miles, it's just a long beige stretch. So when my mom saw somethin just hoverin in the sky, it stuck out like a sore thumb. My mom calls it out, which causes everyone in the car to just watch it. My gma doesn't stop drivin, but she slowed down quite a bit, n she says that thing just fuckin sat there. Like, no movement whatsoever. It didn't look all that much like a plane, but they couldn't make out defined details. All they knew is that there is this plane adjacent aircraft just hoverin in the middle of the desert. They'd never seen anythin like it, despite all of them bein raised on military bases n seein a lot of kinds of military aircrafts (which is why this was ruled out). They kept drivin off but my mom said she just watched it through the window as it became smaller n smaller until it got too far away to see- but that shit never moved. It just remained hoverin in that same place.

Ight, Imma get into my experiences now, I got two with people n one that's on my own (that one is long as SHIT).

The first one is with me n my sisters (home in Oregon): This is around 2015-2016. It's the middle of the night in late April. We were chillin bcuz it was one of my sisters bdays n we were just talkin n watchin the stars. Now we live right next to an airport, so there are a shit ton of planes that go over, even late at night- but you can always tell those bcuz of the red lights n they're usually not that high up yet. We were just talkin tryin to find constellations bcuz it was a clear ass night. At some point we see these two lights. They're contained in these circular shadows WELL into the sky, but we could still make out a vessel that the light were on. 4 light on each circle. They're goin up n down the night sky back n forth completely parallel, so it seems like they're together. At first we were losin our shit, not able to explain what we were watchin. After some rational thought, we were like 'mfer we see satellites in the sky all the time, that's probably what these are' bcuz they were fuckin zoomin through the sky. We even see satellites pass over, but we kinda notice that they move n look a LOT different than the lights we were watchin. But every satellite's different yknow? That is until these mfs, the completely parallel movin in tandem lights all of a sudden both separate n go fuckin zoomin away from one another in the opposite direction. No longer up n down, but left n right. And then they're just fuckin GONE. Like, they sped off n never returned to the place they'd been for like 20 or so minutes. (Now I am willin to admit, that very well could be satellites, but it's still weird as fuck).

Here's one with me n my dad: This is around 2019. We were out in Utah, middle of the desert. This time it's probably closer to like 10-11pm. We were kinda just doin our own thing, sittin, thinkin about shit. When outta the fuckin blue, we notice this weird ass aircraft. Like, it low flying, large enough to be a fuckin cargo plane (doesn't look like one though), n movin super slow with a BRIGHT fuckin light slowly phasin in n out, illuminatin the craft. We're both losin our shit watchin this bcuz neither of us know what the fuck we're lookin at. Now this this was low enough that, if it were a plane, we would've heard it. But it was movin at the same speed which planes always appear to be when they're thousands of feet into the sky. But this was maybe 200 or less feet up. It was a really thick, aircraft that was slightly triangular in shape, but still pretty bulky. We couldn't see any engine or shit like that. We are legit fuckin shoutin like mad men, chasin this thing. At some point we try to call over the rest of the family, but we're slowly losin our visual on this thing. Everyone else is tryna look in the sky as my dad n I make a mad dash tryna keep an eye on it as it went behind some structure. But the second we got to a place where it should've been seen on the other side, based on its flight path, this thing was fuckin gone. Like, nowhere in the sky. It was like it was never there. To this day not sure what the fuck we were watchin bcuz we followed it for a good while, just for it to vanish.

Okay, now onto my final encounter (warning, this is a LONG mf bcuz it just happened in January, so it's fresh on my mind): I had decided to drive out to Sauvi island at like 1 am because I really wanted to go out and watch the water. But it was like the foggiest night in existence. It was during that period in January where every night was covered in this thick, heavy fog. I wasn't gonna let that stop me though. Even if I could barely see the road and almost crashed like 5 different times, I was determined. The drive itself was kinda ominous, but shit didn't start gettin weird until I actually reached Sauvi's. The second I reach the island, something just feels off instantly. I mean, no one's on the road of course, it's late, it's foggy. But I mean, it was DEAD. There was an alarming amount of roadkill everywhere (like fresh roadkill), and the entire island reeked of fuckin death, skunk, and mold. So I keep fuckin driving and just get the sense that someone was following me, like on my ass tailing me, but there wasn't any other cars or nothing. But I had the window down and swear I could hear some shit close to me. I'm driving and manage to miss my turn off to the beach. Here's where shit genuinely starts getting weird. Lights. Unexplainable lights ALL over. Now if this was a more populated area, I would assume some of this was street lamps, but the island doesn't really have that many (they have them in front of some buildings, but the roads are lightless). I kept seein "headlights" coming around turns that didn't exist. And when I should've been passing them, there was nothing there and the lights were gone. Okay, weird, but maybe it was my headlights reflection on the fog. Then I see fuckin taillights. I get confused because it looks like a car going up a hill, and I brushed it off before realizing that it was a wide open, flat road, and there was no hill or car in sight. I watched the lights turn into nothing and they were gone. At this point, I'm freaked out, but I'm still finding my way back to the beach. I manage to loop back around to the entrance of Sauvi's so I can take the right turn this time. When I tell you that the smell is worse and I even notice more roadkill. I would've seen any other cars on the road, but there was fuckin no one. And I know damn well that I wasn't the one who hit them. But I brush that off because I'm every white person in a horror movie. Not too long after, I saw the final unexplainable light I'd see that night. There was this small-ish, but abnormally bright light just kinda bobbing up and down infront of this post. I assumed it was some weird reflective thing, but as I approached it, it went up and then shot into the ground- the light completely disappearin into the ground. After I saw this, the feelin of bein chased was at a 100%, like I was stressin. I finally took the right turn, and there's this one fuckin shadow in the fog that I'm TELLING you looked like this tall fucking figure walking about. I legit stopped dead in my tracks to watch it, but this feeling of dread came over me, and I sped off. I finally make it to the beach, but I think I stayed for maybe 5 minutes or less? There was an extremely menacing feeling. Like it was THICK. I couldn't see the water it was so fogged out. I mean, it was beautiful. But it truly felt like I was being watched. There was little to no sound until I heard coyotes fucking EVERYWHERE. Like an insane amount. I head back to the car and they seem to shut up. I absolutely dipped the fuck outta there.

Now it is important to note with Sauvi's that there is maybe a supernatural element into that. Seein as Sauvi's, like most of Oregon n the U.S. was home to Native Americans (Chinook Indians specifically) n as we know, mfs just weren't allowed catch a break (to put things lightly). So there is more than likely some unrest in the energies n life of the island.

But yeah, there's a small collection of experiences in my family. I'd LOVE to hear your shit from Ohio. That place has some strange shit goin on there, like genuinely. Everytime I went to vist my dad's mom, that place just feels like somethins goin on there

[impossiblesuitcase]

babe idk if i’m just a crazy i can see you stan but does i can see you fit kaider? or am i going crazy 😭

Hi Babe. Here's the thing. To me, 'I can see you' is Cresswell vibes. It just has that 'loving a bad boy' feel and Kaider are both too pure for that description. The song is about 'lovers' who have not made a move yet, and Cresswell are like that during Winter. Both like each other in secret: "I've been watchin' you for ages And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it". Neither act until Cress effectively says "I can see you" when she's jealous over him kissing Luisa. Then of course he cracks and kisses her.

BUT

Neither Cresswell nor Kaider can really claim this song lyric wise. These lyrics are JACINTER. Read:

"What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?"

"And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet"

"And I could see you being my addiction You can see me as a secret mission Hide away and I will start behaving myself"

Here's the problem. This is so Jacinter in content, but the vibes are completely wrong for them. This is from the girl's perspective, and Winter is whimsical and this is pop-rock vibe that she doesn't possess. That does fit Cinder a bit more, making your pick logical, however the lyrics aren't quite exact for kaider since their relationship is public news, not secret.

In conclusion, I guess none of the ships really capture the complete song???

[juniperberries-canisroot]

404: DragonBorn Not Found

My first time playing Skyrim wasn't on the Switch, which is what I play exclusively on. One day I will get a PC ;-;

My first time was actually on an Xbox. I don't know what gen, it was old and second hand. Sis and I split the cost so I only paid 7$. Not sure if it came with Skyrim or I bought a secondhand Skyrim while at the GameStop cause I heard it was an open world fantasy game, and I love open world fantasy. I pretty much knew nothing about the game or the Elder Scrolls series as a whole.

Anyway I start it up one day and make a Dark Elf character cause I heard there was dragons in the game. I knew the main focus of the game was about dragons, and Dark Elves are natrually resistant to fire, so I thought that would help (I mean technically it does but I didn't know some dragons would breathe frost later on).

I get stuck somewhere in the opening scene where the mages are shooting fireballs at Alduin. I remember thinking to myself 'you idiots, he breathes fire, you can't hurt him with your fireballs'. I'm lost at this point (I'm extremely directionally challenged) and resort to letting myself get killed so I can start over, ish.

I get killed and teleport back somewhere and eventually make it out of Helgen and to RiverWood. I talk to the locals, get quests, make friends with Faendal and get some arrows and a bow. Since I only had two major quests, BleakFalls and go to WhiteRun, I figured the game must want me to go to BleakFalls.

I remember getting horribly lost while tryin to go there and trying to hunt deer in the nearby woods for food. I was really bad at hunting and archery.

I don't remember if I ever made it to the end of Bleak Falls and I don't think I ever made it to WhiteRun. Somethin happened (that wasn't related to the Xbox or maybe the game being second hand) and I ended up losing all my data. Which wasn't alot, for Skyrim. I lost my data for Fallout: New Vegas and Halo. Idk which one. We had like 2 or 3 different ones. My dad, who put in waaaaay more hours into playing with the console, lost his Khajiit Skyrim character, his completed Fallout 3 game, one or two FarCry games that he really liked, his Halo data, basically the whole console got wiped. Our player profiles where no longer on the system.

The culprit? Sis's now ex BF tried to connect the old gen Xbox to the WiFi. Somethin clearly went horribly wrong and it caused all its data to be erased.

Since I've been playing for over a year and have become obsessed with the game, I've had this idea that I want to 'honour the lost' Dark Elf character I made before, thou I really don't know how. I guess I kinda did that with my main, CL, by making her a Dark Elf. But CL has become her own character now who was actually based on an OC by the same name, so she doesn't resemble '404'. That's the name I call the lost Dark Elf in reference to the error code 404: Not Found. I forgot her original name.

I kinda want to make a save and story where the joke is no one knows who the DragonBorn actually is. They know the DB is doing things, like killing dragons, bandit camps, ect... But no one ever really *knows*. She's like a phantom, no one knows her name, what she looks like, they just know some entity called the DragonBorn is going around and doing things. No one knows the elf, her name, most will say they've never seen her before and if she isn't standing within their eyesight, they will have no recollection of a female dark elf with black hair styled in a Mohawk. She's a memory you just can't remember. The DragonBorn is a faceless entity, devoid of a phyical body. The most anyone was ever knows about them is what stories spread across the land spoken by those who have never met or seen them, and the remains of those fallen by their power.

[skelizard]

How do you deal with or avoid artist block &/or burnout?! <8O

Hmm, I don't think I've ever really had 'artist's block', or at least to the extent people describe it. Or maybe I do and I just don't see it as artist's block, idk. I will say that what I'm about to say is comin' from the perspective of someone who ain't doin' it as a career and mostly keeps it as a passionate hobby.

I do from time to time feel a creative lull where I don't feel particularly inspired or have any real urge to draw, that's a completely normal part of bein' creative and it's unavoidable. I think also sittin' round and constantly thinkin' 'oh no I've got art block' only exacerbates the problem n doesn't help, it's just passive pessimism. Part of dealin' with it is acceptin' the fact you're in a lull and just, go off to do other things. Do other hobbies, play a new game, go outside, watch a series, read a book, anythin' that isn't makin' art basically. These art block periods are a good opportunity to search for new inspiration and I find eventually, either from doin' one of these things or just lettin' the creative lull simmer for a bit, you'll find a lil nugget that gives you an idea that you really wanna draw. There's gonna be times where you feel ya can't draw or everythin' that's comin' out sucks and that's fine, just take a break if you can. Sometimes I still feel the itch to draw durin' these periods and instead of tryin' to make somethin' exclusively from my brain/original I'll do studies, animal portraits, fanart, basically just somethin' that isn't as mentally intensive as doin' entirely original stuff. That and also mindless doodling, drawing with no vision or goal in mind n just lettin' your hand draw what it wants to draw. Another thing you can try is different mediums, sculpture, 3d modelling, embroidery, ect. It's good for the soul to try out different things, and the good thing bout tryin' somethin' new to you is you can't expect it to be good, so it doesn't matter if it looks bad. Makin' bad art is good for you actually.

As for avoiding burnout, again I'm speakin' from the perspective of someone who isn't doin' this as my job so I only draw when I feel like drawin', which just happens to be pretty often. In fact not doin' it as my job is probably one of the best things I could've done in avoiding severe burnout, I did commissions for a few years and the burnout was Real (not to put people off from doin' commissions it just wasn't for me). These days I feel I'm constantly operating on low energy and as a result I don't really do a whole lotta 'big finished illustrations' anymore, at least not as often as I used to. I don't really try to push myself beyond the energy levels that I have and as a result I feel I create stuff generally a lot slower these days than I used to, and that's fine! Just gotta accept it and move on. Also just doin' sketches is fine! Don't gotta do fully finished paintings n whatever all the time. Also be realistic about your goals n projects, if you wanna make a 300 page comic n you haven't even completed a single 1 page comic then you're just settin' yourself up for failure. You can still have your 300 page comic idea but focus on makin' multiple much much smaller comics first, you'll feel a lot better and more motivated havin' completed many smaller projects than only havin' that one massive unfinished project loomin' over your head, and it'll train/prepare you for makin' that bigger project. This applies to any sort of creative project, comics are just on the brain right now. Bein' realistic with yourself n not biting off more than you can chew, n lettin' yourself have breaks helps with burnout a lot. I also almost exclusively these days just doodle my characters, so it helps to just draw the things you really wanna draw, especially if you're just a hobbyist. Nothin' kills motivation more than constantly makin' yourself draw shit you simply don't wanna do.

This gotta kinda long but basically my advice just boils down to just chill out, creative lulls are normal, be kinder to yoself, hopefully somethin' in there helps ya out.

[toehwa6]

What’s up pookie got more bitchin to do

Dawg everyone around me is fuckin insane

Little cousin is a trash goblin who is the blind kind of ambition that can be good or bad

Instead of being a hater I was like ima support this dumbass, make some music, let him push it and build out catalogs

But I’m tellin this kid how I believe in him but his are priorities are fucked point him in the right direction blah blah blah

And he goes

Yeah cuz I know I got the talent, I just gotta blah blah blah

So fucking stupid. I’m just gonna watch him do his thing cause honestly it makes some somewhat good quality from using presets and his music is fr absurd/entertaining

Also, he says the N word, which when I called him out for it, he replied

Naw they say it around here it’s all good

So yeah, kinda hope that doesn’t bite me in the ass for workin with this bozo

Dawg lemme tell you somethin funny

So he’s beefin with his friend and diss each other and make diss songs all that bullshit

So my cousin goes, let me know what you think about this diss

The title is “FUCK (Cousins name)”

So I’m like okay his friend wrote this about him

Turns out it’s all shit. But in the beginning there’s this line

“Yo auntie don’t want to see another family member dead”

And I for one, have a dead lil brother, two, a sad mom lol

So I was like damn this a crazy bar

So I asked cousin about it and he’s like oh no I wrote that

Soooo I’m like wtf dawg shit

And he goes

Naw so his mom died and his auntie raisin him that’s why

Like bro Jesus Christ what’s wrong with this fuckin people

Dawg my lil homie finally got a bitch and she’s cool I met her yesterday

But bro she literally has like aspie meltdowns in public when shit gets mildly difficult

Like she was tryna make a complicated dispensary order, at a new dispensary, for multiple people, with no money

And bro she just lost it and like broke down

Bro she looked fuckin SCARED all day I felt so bad fr like bro you are scared rn

Idk she was also super pissy too, like when her phone was about to die when making that order

It’s just a m, WELL WTF ARE WE GOING TO DO??

And then you could see she got super upset and I was like bitch, chill

I ended up talking to her about mental health at the end and it was wacky

I just asked her how she was doing and shit

Turns out she wants to learn about basic finances and budgeting

She’s going to be more honest with her docs about now takin her meds right

And then I straight up told her to stop being a pussy

I was like bro, you gon be scared forever. And shit only gets harder fr. Push through it’s worth it

She fr took it super well. She had that attitude where she’s super fucked up and doesn’t have anyone real to talk to, so she was like oh fuck this my time

It was cool. It was so joyful seeing this happy young couple together. They remind me of me and my gf. More friends than partners. I like that.

But you could see her tryin to make moves on him, and he was just super oblivious, as you are at that age lol

But I also noticed him struggle to handle those freak out moments. He handled it well but you could see he ain’t dealt with this before.

They’re both cool tho. I set them up with some good actual resources. I was teachin homie about finances, like emergency funds, the 50% rule for bills, and then I said

Just because you got the money for somethin, doesn’t mean you can afford it.

Then I said

Think about that huh? And I tapped my head lol

But naw fr, he’s super cool about it.

He’s said some really nice things to me lately.

I randomly helped him through basically a business break up.

And he was freakin out and I took a chance and was hard on him instead of suckin his dick

He was like my life is over bro and I’m like

Quit being a pussy bro, that’s life. It ain’t always gon be good shit. This is part of the process

I was like, you were in a toxic situation, you learned a lot, and you made some money, now you’re out but you learned those skills

He really turned around and looked different about it

But then he thanked me for bein a good friend to him. That made me feel good

I’ve known him since he was like 16 and he’s 22 now I think

Super cool

I think this shit crashing so ima cut this and start another one

[neverland-promises]

Something something soulmates something something being watched

[todayisafridaynight]

☯︎

[ericz]

201018 ending fairy <3

[bakerymanslaughter]

☀️💡Sun smart, peach moon 🍑🌙

Softer than, an ice cream cone in June

[waloeders]

im havin so much fun on xvi omg okay so ff xvi spoilers (maybe?) under the cut

but look at this place !! its so pretty!! ^^

and also. cheeky bonus of The Boys bc theyre cute,,,

the whole game is just. such good detail + the lore is drawin me in fr i have questions still and im like 7hrs into the game and im only 30% done its wilding

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I guess maybe cause we have a lot of the same issues & he was around recently before I started fronting, but I think about Loki a lot sometimes, n how drastically he changed during the time he was co-host.

How desperate for connection n approval he is, when like me he's also just. On a different wavelength than most people around us. Never could figure out the problem but he used to be so much more likely than the rest of us to try n take interest in other people's interests, to go out of his way to do things for em, but somehow just mostly got it wrong n was met with criticism instead. Or ignored, but that's also what happened when he (at least as far as we could tell) got it right. I'd get it if it caused more work for the people instead of being helpful, but it was always useless at worst?

Like idk maybe him pointing out the things came off as him...expecting praise for some very basic or low effort things he did or something? But it was never about that, he just wanted to be seen. He was just as if not more content seeing people even a little bit happy about it than he was being thanked. He just wanted the connection.

He burnt out n stopped trying pretty fast. He doesn't do things for others anymore. He might, if he's directly asked to n given enough info that he trusts he won't fuck it up somehow, but it goes to the absolute bottom of his priorities. He doesn't try to strike up conversation, definitely not about things he's not into but the other person at least was at some point. Just...doesn't try to connect. His life's on a parallel line to anyone else's n sometimes there might be a brief, coincidental overlap but it doesn't mean much anymore.

I more or less started out from that point. Maybe that's partially where this constant fucking feeling of isolation came from. I don't like being asked to do anything. I'm hyperaware of being ignored n what kinda topics that happens with. I face everything n everyone with the assumption they don't care about anythin I have to say unless it's in (the right kinda) response to what they're saying, though even then I need to learn to cut it off at one or two sentences. It's supposed to be a reply, not a conversation. That when people speak to me they want to talk to me, not with me. Acknowledge it to show you're listening n invested but don't take up time. Which...funnily enough is exactly what Val's always told me. I kinda hate how my ADHD tendency to ramble still gets out of hand all the damn time n I only catch it when it's too late, n how my natural way of processing things is by talkin about em.

I mean. I'm assuming there's gotta be somethin that I'm reading wrong in the situations. Somethin that makes what I say or do weird n I guess off-putting. It's not a new problem, it's (part of) why we never had that many friends n when we did they usually got sick of us after a couple of years. But no one will tell us what it is n after over 20 years of tryin to crack it we're just fucking tired. I know it's some kinda personality disorder + neurotype + trauma combo but it just doesn't feel worth it try anymore when it takes so fucking much energy to try n get it right just for the Russian roulette of havin either a genuine interaction or a new step in my downward spiral. I just got no way to know which one it's gonna be til it happens n a lot of the time I end up wishing I didn't take the risk. I'm too fucking fragile for it.

[i-arch-my-backula]

i never know how to act when someone gives me something nice so like how would the slashers react to getting a gift ? you can choose which ones you want to do i’m just curious on your take.

love ya <3

Ok me too. I'm ngl my autism in me wants to be like "People always say to be honest" but I can't be rude so it's this weird this I have to do. I feel you on that too. I feel like idk I'm not like "expensive" enough for nice things. Like I feel like I'm a cheap person in a weird way. But whatever idk here's some fun little Head cannons

Slashers reactions to getting a gift

Includes: Billy Lenz, and the Sinclair brothers 

Warnings: Billy calling reader pretty piggy

Billy Lenz 

You’ve spent the past few weeks making Billy a new sweater and you finally give it to him. 

He’ll spend a few minutes just holding it up and looking at it and feeling the yarn. “Pretty piggy made this for Billy?” “Yeah Billy I made it for you. I thought you’d like the color.” 

After those few minutes he’s gonna get really excited and imediatly take off his sweater to put on the new one. “Billy loves his new sweater. Billy loves his pretty piggy.” 

He will give you a soul crushing hug and won’t let go for a good few minutes. 

Bo Sinclair 

When you went out to town with Lester you found two old wedding rings. You bought them and when the time was right you gave it to Bo. 

He’s not gonna show it but he’s getting really soft on the inside. You getting each other rings is really special to him. “Ya got this for us? You tryin to drop some hints or somethin?” “Do you not want the ring?” “No I never said that.” 

He’ll give you a sweet kiss and thank you then never take off the ring unless it’ll get dirty. But he always wears it around tourists. 

He’s not used to getting gifts to you getting him a ring is very special to him. And the fact that it’s matching rings just makes him feel more secure in the fact that you’re not leaving. 

Lester Sinclair

You fashioned Lester a little bone bracelet with small animal bones you picked up from the pit. When you give it to Lester he’ll be confused. “Ya made this fer me? Why’d ya do that?” He’s never really gotten gifts before so you’ll have to explain to him that you made it for him because you love him. 

He’ll get teary eyed and wipe them away while you put on the bracelet for him. He’s gonna look and admire it for a good few minutes while complimenting you on how well it’s made. 

Like Bo with the ring it’s not coming on. I’d say over his dead body but even then no one is taking it off of him, he’s wearing that to the grave. 

Every time he looks at it he starts to get teary eyed and might cry a few times. He’s never really been shown love outside of the twins so this is something really special to him, and he’ll let you know that. 

Vincent Sinclair 

You’ve been working on your art skills for a good time since you’ve moved here to Ambrose. You finally finished a water color painting for Vincent. It’s the two of you cuddled together. When you present it to him he just looks from you to the painting. “I made it for you. Do you like it?” He nods quickly and gives you a hug. 

Later you’ll find the painting at his desk area. Vincent doesn’t know how to express it but you giving him that is so meaningful to him. 

He’s gonna get to work writing up a love letter detailing how he feels so loved by you doing that. (I will include a snipit of what it might look like)

‘It feels so unreal that my muse gifts me something so sweet. I feel undeserving of a gift like that. Something made by hands that I have used countless times to inspire my art. Something from unjudging eyes that see me for who I truly am. I feel so deeply loved and so deeply in euphoria that my very own muse gifts me something so sweet.’

[msookyspooky]

Bo Sinclair, prompt 28

Aw, cute! ☺️🖤 Idk if this counts but this what I came up with.

Bo was busy under a hood of a truck as you bounced on your feet near the door, trying to get the courage to interrupt him. Depending on the vehicle problem, how hot the Louisiana day was and how much sleep he got the night before.

He seemed to just be busy working, listening to the Deftones on his radio as he fiddled with the engine.

You rolled your lips and walked over, turning the music down a bit.

Bo instantly jerked up, almost hitting his head on the hood. A death glare in your direction until he saw you. It faded into a small huff as he went back under the hood.

"Whaddya doin', darlin'? I almost ripped you a new one thinkin' you were one of my brothers. Or some sorry ass tourist wantin' to fight."

You shifted your weight, you relationship with him still semi new. It hadn't even been a year since you arrived at Ambrose and had to accept this strange and morbid new life. It wasn't all bad. Most days passed by mundane and domestic. Bo worked on the mechanics, Lester stopped by here and there, Vincent worked on his art or drew up new plans for the town...You hadn't found you place yet, mainly doing chores here and there.

You leaned near the truck. "Sorry, just bored I guess."

"Huh... If yer bored ya can help out Lester with somethin'."

"Okay, maybe I'm not bored really...Just wanting to talk."

"Uh huh. Go on." He mumbled, interally too busy with what he was working on.

You blew air out past your lips and fidgeted with your hands. "I guess I'm just lonely...I don't get to talk very often-"

"Ow, fuck!" Bo hissed, jerking his hand back as you jumped in alarm. He shook his hand and you waited to see his reaction but he just cursed under his breath and kept working.

"I guess I've been watching you work and the more I watch the more I just want to spend time with you. I don't-"

Bo smacked his hand on the frame as you rambled. "Shit! YN, can't this wait till later?"

You felt a pain in your chest but nodded, hanging your head. "O-okay. I'll leave...Sorry."

You went to walk away, dragging your feet a bit as Bo slowly paused what he was doing. Like your words finally sunk in. He stopped you right when you got to the door.

"Wait, wait, wait. Jus' hold on there a damned minute."

He stood up fully and walked over to you, wiping his hands on his mechanics outfit.

You stood there watching as he came up to you. "Now, what are ya tryin to say to me?"

"I-I...Well, I uh-" You fumbled, feeling your cheeks heat as you tried finding the words. "I like you, a lot. And I wanna spend more time with you...Not all the time! Not that that's bad and I know your busy but you have days you're not-"

You saw him raise a brow at you as you fumbled. "Not that it's bad when you're not busy just-...Oh jeez." You groaned while rubbing your temple. "I just...I'm lonely and I love you- BEING with you and-"

He gave you a sideways smirk. You had never dropped the big three words before.

"That so?"

You nodded as he got a coy smile on his lips. "So ya love me, huh?"

"I-" You faltered, eyes wide and face hot before you swallowed and looked down. Nodding. "...Yes."

You waited for it. The mocking, the heart ache, him making it sexual or brushing it off. Instead, his smirk dropped slightly.

"You...You love me?" He asked again. His eyes open and his mouth parted as he stared down at you.

You hesitated scared to death over the can of worms your big mouth might have opened. "I mean, listen. If that's weird or you don't feel that way I get it please just don't start disliking me because of it I-"

You were cut off by his lips crashing onto your own. Firmly kissing you as his strong arms looped around your waistline. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly leaned into it before he parted from you. Both his hands reaching up to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek as he studied you. His blue eyes darted from yours to your lips to your eyes again. As if he was looking for any sign of deceit on your part.

You stared up at him, cupping your hands over his own as he licked his lips swallowed. He looked at you a moment longer before his entire face seemed to relax. He eased up to kiss you softly on your forehead.

He didn't say anything. You knew he was too scared to. But that kiss and the way he held you said everything. After a moment of cradling you close to him, he eased back with a disbelieving smile on his face. He huffed to himself, looking at the ground with that smile getting wider.

"Well shit..."He muttured to himself. Some silent conversation in his own head as you watched him. He took off his hat and smoothed a hand through his dark waves as he chuckled to himself. He put it back on and outstretched his hands as you watched him intently.

"Alright. What the hell? How's 'bout we go for a drive?"

"Are you sure? Your truck-"

"Is a piece of shit that can wait." He walked over and got his keys to the truck he drove off the hook. Pulling you towards him as he smiled down at you. "Name the place; we'll go."

You smiled up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "As long I get to be with you, I don't care."

He looked away, grinning to himself with a shake of his head.

[juniperberries-canisroot]

I had a dream about an odd ball NPC follower and I was with him as the protag.

He was a Dunmer with a more blue tone to his skin, classic Dunmer red eyes and long black hair typed back in one of those 'mid way' ponytails. The type of ponytail where it's tied back halfway down the hair. Also everyone kept calling him an Altmer despite that he very CLEARLY looked Dunmer. Idk maybe he was mixed.

The dream took place in some Nordic crypt he and I were both adventuring in. We're both mercanry types, going in dungeons people hire us to go into and retrieve something. I'm the much more experienced adventurer and know what to do. I've done this kind of thing before, many times, across multiple saves lol. I have Ebony weapons I crafted and the Ebony Spell Knight armour, sans helmet and I also some shouts and spells. He however is not as experienced as I am nor does he have good armour. And I use the term armour loosely cause what my dream told me was light armour looked more like regular clothes. He had a short haori type of top thing and a thin piece of fabric to act like a belt tied around his waist but it was still open in the chest area.

Because I'm much more experienced, thus higher level, and he technically came with me, all the Draugr have scaled *up* to me, not down to meet his lower level. He's clearly under leveled and knows it but he still came with me, cause he's a bit off his rocker.

Practically ever Draugr was some variant of a DeathLord or Death OverLord with various lower level lackies around them. Death Over/Lords would appear two or three at a time flanked by their lower variants.

His method off surviving the potential onslaught of being Fus Ro Dah'd like a ragdoll was to ragdoll the Draugr before they did to him.

In his left hand he held the Staff of Hasedoki and in his right an Ebony sword he found somewhere by sheer dumb luck. We approached a long narrow hallway and could hear the Draugr talking and creeping around in the room at the end. He would use the staff to knock them all down, run in and use his sword on them as they were tryin to get back up. Before they could fully attack he would knock them down again and repeated the process.

And technically it did work for him. He's survived this long using that method. How he got the staff I don't know.

At one point in the dream I went over to his living space. I can't call it a house cause he lived in a freaking crypt. The Crypt had three levels, and he lived in the second one, meaning he had to fight off Draugr in both the first and second levels. Sometimes the Draugr from the third level would come up to the second, so he had to fight them off as well. He said somethin about how if he waited too long then the Draugr on all the levels would regenerate and he would have to fight them off again.

He used one of the shelves in the wall that normally houses a wrapped dead body as a bed and stored his minimal belongings in one of the large round floor urns. The only thing he did to 'furnish' the room he chose to live in was bring in a cooking pot, light more of the torches that were already there so the room was atleast well lit and a single fur pelt blanket for the bed. No pillows.

I'm begging him to stop living in a damp crypt still infested with Draugr on the third level he didn't kill off and move into the nice new cabin on the coast. He says he enjoys living in a crypt and that the DeathLords that occupy the third level keep him on his toes and make things exciting. 'There's never a dull moment when you live with walking death in a few rooms over who will gladly tear off your face as you sleep'.