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[anominous-user]

griseo taking her hyperfixation too far

[ask-caine]

ok ok what’s yours and moons love story. Beginning to end

OOC POST

It's a bit of a crazy story, actually!

We originally met online through TADC, when she messaged all the Caine accounts she could find for a shitpost "wedding" thing. We ended up hitting it off and talking about random things for a while. It started with my random fact about Kentucky marriage laws and how a couple used them to get married by cocaine bear (hence the below picture)

We ended up learning about a shared interest in plague doctors, as well as discussing several very random topics. Anyways, she invited all the Caines to a discord server, and I ended up being the only one who actually showed up. We would end up talking for hours upon hours day after day there. It was genuinely shocking how much we had in common.

At this point, I had been kinda been picking up on some of the flirtatious undertones behind some of the things she was saying, but I wasn't 100% sure about it yet and was still kinda testing the waters. I'd heard the term love at first sight, and looking back on it, that's pretty much what it felt like. I had been developing a crush on her up to this point, and I kept thinking about her as I was getting ready for bed. I had to keep stopping myself from falling head over heels, reminding myself we barely even knew each other and telling myself "no, she's just being nice. Don't be weird, there's nothing behind this, she's just being friendly."

...As it turned out, she wanted to be a little more than friends... Given my feelings up to this point, I was a little overwhelmed when she told me. I had to take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process everything (hence her jokes about me pulling a Caine and running away). But I liked her, too, and was willing to try a long-distance relationship. So, that's what we did.

It was only a few days after we first got together officially that I told her I loved her. It just felt right. Apparently I caught both of us off-guard with it, since she was sure that she'd be the one who would've said it first. ...We both dived in a little too headfirst from there. From my side of things, it was just so exciting and exhilerating to have this feeling I'd been searching for all my life, and I wanted more of it. We took a step back and both agreed to try and take things at a more reasonable pace from here on out.

We ended up learning a lot about each other. It was like we were the same person, split apart and put in two entirely different situations but turning out the same way anyway. ...This similarity became concerning when we realized we both had the same last name, as well as the fact that we both had Scottish ancestry. But, one family search check later, we confirmed that we are not, in fact, related. Just another insane coincidence that further proves that we were made for each other...

We shared a lot with each other. Our interests, hobbies, ideals, feelings on various topics. Our experiences throughout life, good and bad. The darkest parts of us. Every day, we grew closer. There was no denying that there was something special between us.

That isn't to say everything was perfect. We both still had a lot to learn about ourselves and about each other. There were ups and downs. Things were far from easy. There was a lot of avoidable pain both ways. As time went on, we started to become a little more distant...

Eventually, the stress of life and school and worries and everything going on got to be too much, and she called for us to take a break from the relationship. This hurt, of course... But, taking a break and being done are very different things. I was okay with taking a break, since we would still hang out and such sometimes, just not as romantically.

But, that still wasn't enough. Everything continued to be really stressful, and she felt like she wasn't a net positive in my life and was dragging me down (though the truth was exactly the opposite). So, she decided to fully end the relationship. Which... Really hurt me. Badly.

I kind of fell into a depressive state for a while. I had opened myself up like never before, let myself be more vulnerable than at any point in my life. I had finally found love, the one thing I'd truly wanted all my life, the only thing I've ever needed, and then it was just taken right away. The one thing I feared more than anything else in the world had come to pass.

We would still talk occasionally, but not like before. I already hurt so much, and just talking with her without being able to say the love I still felt was torture for me. So, I distanced myself a bit. I dealt with things on my own. I learned a lot about myself as I came to terms with how things had ended up.

Eventually, I started to feel a little more okay. I knew I could never stop loving her, so I decided to try and turn that love from romantic to platonic and still try to be a friend. Because while I may have lost her, she didn't want me out of her life completely. I could make do as just friends.

But, when I started to come back and we started to talk more again, she realized how much she had been missing me while we were apart. She figured out that some of the things she'd been feeling had been more than she'd realized. She learned that she actually was happier when we were together, and that she still really enjoyed being with me.

So, she began to give little hints again, like before. And, again, I picked up on them, but I didn't want to believe them 100% because of how much I'd been hurt last time. I told myself that she was just showing platonic love, the same way I was. Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be. If I was good for her before, she wouldn't have left...

It was actually Randy who got us actually talking again, first on our blogs, and then regarding what we were being sent. This eventually led to us talking just in general, about all sorts of things... Including what had happened between us. It was emotional, but we both came out of it feeling better about things.

That said, it took until this post before I realized she still loved me and that it was okay to love her back, the way I'd been holding in all this time. We had a heartfelt reunion, though we weren't officially dating again just yet. It still took me a while after that to fully accept everything and let down my guard again, after how much I was still hurting from last time...

But I didn't like the feeling of keeping her away. Of having a barrier between us. I desperately craved that deep, personal connection of love with her again. So, I opened my heart up again. And I'm so incredibly grateful that I did.

Soon after that point, Randy showed up and all those shenanigans ensued. But they only managed to get us talking more about things and uniting against it, which actually brought us even closer together. So, I guess if one good thing's come out of that dumpster fire of stress and stupidity, it's that.

Things have been absolutely wonderful since we got back together. We both learned a lot about ourselves in our time apart, and things have been much better between us. The rocky, uncertain road from before the break had smoothed over. And we fell so much deeper in love the second time.

Add in the stress of the past several weeks, with all the Tumblr drama with these blogs and the hiatus and everything (which I'm not getting into because you can see all that for yourself by looking through our blogs), and you're caught up to the present day. Life is still very stressful for us both, but a lot less so than when we first got together. We understand ourselves and each other so much better, which helps us make less mistakes and treat each other more tenderly and personally in the ways that we need most.

As for the future, immediately after finishing school, I plan to find work and save up to visit her in Canada sometime in the summer. After that is a little hazy at the moment, but we'll figure out our lives and put together a plan to find stable jobs and create a good life for ourselves up there.

And that's it, that's our story. From when we met all the way to the present day. You said beginning to end, but I'm afraid there is no end to our love. The story's still being written. Our lives are still being lived. I hope to be able to add to this years into the future, when we're living together and when we start our own family. But it might still take a while to reach that point.

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[euclidean-geometry-supremacy]

i am in a romantic relationship with your son. @imbackbilly

- @sixfingrs

1. MY SON'S DEAD—JUST BECAUSE HIS NAME'S BILL CIPHER DOESN'T MEAN HE'S MY SON, AND 2. YOU HAVE HORRIBLE TASTE IN LIFE PARTNERS. I'D SAY YOU'RE NOT TOO BRIGHT, BUT THEN AGAIN, MY UNIVERSE'S VERSION OF YOU EXISTS, AND HE'S A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING IDIOT THAT NEVER PAYED ATTENTION IN SCHOOL.

[a-neverending-story]

❝I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.❞ 

Cora Sophie Marren aka 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚊; a walking disaster ☾ ─── ⋆ 32-year-old reincarnation of a witch who roams America (and the world) in search for answers. Constantly running away from her past. In the perpetual company of shadowy women that no one can see or hear but her. She is addicted to the pleasures of life and spends most of her time in bars and clubs on the hunt for the next drink or pill that will make her forget the presence of her spirits.

21+ - MDNI!, crossover and multiverse-friendly, Smalltalk Deeptalk+Plots, mutuals only, low to semi activity, currently 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 for Plotting. Crafted for but not limited to FakeVZ. ⸻  CARRD

𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 : ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ ghosts ⋆ jobhopping ⋆ drgs ⋆ childhood trauma ⋆ trust issues ⋆ chaos ⋆ abuse ⋆ twin-brother ⋆ violence ⋆ knives ⋆ crime ⋆ pickpocketing ⋆

[nine-steps-forward]

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[monospec]

Spectrum Monochroma

[currently on momentary hiatus until further notice. we are not abandoning this, simply we are all very busy and working on other things :) please still stay tuned)

Spectrum Monochroma is a psychological horror animated series made for Splatoon 3: Side Order.

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Spectrum Monochroma is an alternate universe and project made for Splatoon 3: Side Order, created by users @shou_gana1 and @amaranth_moth. It involves a Paralling nicknamed Agent Alpha and their associates, and their mission to save the Order Sector from the mass greyscaling that took over the city. Spectrum Monochroma is also predominantly a psychological horror, and may contain content that could be considered disturbing. It should not be watched by those who are under 13, and/or are disturbed by the involved topics. It currently has plans to become a fully animated webseries at some point, and our first episodes plan to release around June-July! You may support us financially our Ko-fi, or nonprofitly by sharing this carrd around. Stay Fresh!

[cyberneticlagomorph]

damn ok!

Santa Claus' "elves" are actually a breed of Goblin! Real elves don't mind this as "goblin" and "elf" have been used as umbrella terms for various distinctions of fae for centuries

Santa's team of flying reindeer is not the original, but he does breed replacements from the original's bloodlines and gives them the names of their ancestors as a badge of honor once the previous generation has retired.

Flying reindeer are what happens when you get a regular reindeer to incubate a harpy egg, similarly to how pegasus' are born. The resulting deer has to be trained heavily before it is allowed to pull anything!

Some reindeer can talk, some can't, there isn't any clear metric as to why this is but they all seem to have vaguely human level intelligence at the end of the day.

Santa himself is some sort of nascent divinity presiding over winter, kindness, childhood, feasting, and revelry like some sort of kids bop Dionysus

Krampus is his sibling, as such they both have horns and hooves, tails, sharp teeth, goat's ears, and long tongues. Santa is very aware about how this might scare a kid so when he's out working he's HEAVILY glamoured to look human. He also files his horns down and hides the the nubs under his hat as an extra precaution. because i can't have a character in this universe and not make them a total furry

the naughty/nice list doesn't extend to adults, MOST OF THE TIME, unless you're a genuinely shitty person who goes out of their way to make kids miserable you're no longer under his jurisdiction the second you hit adulthood

he loves kids, even if those kids don't believe in him and will protect them with his life, so that means he does have to tangle with Krampus more often than not when a kid is misbehaving

Yes he still lives at the north pole in a nice little pocket realm he wove for himself

The elves have a union and wear osha approved silly little outfits

Santa does have a Mrs. Claus, she's human or at least human passing and makes the best hot cocoa you'll ever taste. She keeps things running when Santa isn't around and helps him get ready for Christmas during the warmer off season

Santa is strong-fat! He can and will yeet a whole reindeer!!

He technically doesn't need to physically eat, belief in him is sustenance enough, but food good... and people leave him all kinds of treats when he drops by on his rounds so it would be rude not to partake a LITTLE...

He smokes quiet a bit, pipes, cigars, etc and people in Europe leave him alcohol as an Offering so he's got his fair share of vices.

He smells like wood smoke, mint, pine, and animal musk

His bag is a bag of holding

He's fire proof, doesn't take fall damage, can see in the dark and probably has arson magic he doesn't like talking about

[godstrayed]

quietly begging / bullying you all to send me memes for my new muse solène.

[hells-greatestdad]

// alsooo. for stuff like PTSD and C-PTSD or RSD or other trauma disorders.... the reason, I think, it doesn't always get better with time, is our mental disorders actively keep that trauma alive. PTSD flashbacks re-traumatize you and keep that experience alive and fresh. Even small triggers re-affirm negative beliefs that arose from the trauma.

So healing from that stuff requires you to dig deep. You have to get down to the bottom of it and figure out where those beliefs began, try to examine and sus out the facts. It takes a damn lot of time.

Thiiis is based off my own experiences, stuff I've read from others experiences, and also just... reading from my own curiosity. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

[zerothejackal]

Amy: where is everyone?

Knuckles: Silver burnt all his body, Espio is trying to heal him, Lanolin had a panic attack, Tails is missing, Shadow is trying so hard to kill Sonic, i'm in charge-

Amy: YOU'RE IN CHARGE?

Knuckles: why is that the only thing that you're panicking about!?

[lcftcult]

Not rp-related but does anyone else feel like they're behind in the 'life script?' Like getting married, having kids, etc.? (Basically how life is 'supposed to go?')

The past few weeks I've been having some pretty bad anxiety relating to it. Because then my younger sister's (2yrs younger than me) bf proposed to her (which I'm happy about, btw!) But it made me realize how, um.. 'socially' behind I am to her I guess? Since I've been single for a few years and never had an irl relationship.

And yesterday it was revealed in the family group chat one of my cousin's (who's 1yr younger than me) boyfriend proposed to her to. So the anxiety just, hit me again like a fucking truck. Again, I'm happy for my cousin as well! But since she and my lil sis are both younger than me and are experiencing this life milestone before me, I guess it kinda makes me feel like a failure????

So now I guess a part of me feels like I really need to get into a relationship to catch up, even though logically that shouldn't be the case! Gotta love anxiety, right?

[wotchertxnks]

tag dump 1.

[spxcemuses]

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[turnandface]

#TURNANDFACE a low to sporadic activity & selective multimuse, 21+, penned by jove (he/him, est.)

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[berylcluster]

⊰ NEW MUSES DROP/ tag drop ⊱

din djarin, the mandalorian

jennifer check, cheerleader turned succubus

barbara johnson, wife to fred, mother of one, the pants of the family

steve harrington, jock turned loser, bat wielding himbo