hi! i'm elkie but you can call me elk(i) or prism if you prefer! i'm currently obsessed with MCSR :)
⚝ some info about me ⚝
⚝ pronouns: he/him or she/her
⚝ i'm an adult (somehow, lmao)
⚝ i'm AuDHD (& I sometimes struggle with tone so please tag anything ambigious!)
⚝ i like writing but I'm kinda bad at it & trying to get better
⚝ there is rpf here ! (if you don't like it please just block me freely, but reminder that the f stands for FICTION!)
⚝ i DO reblog AND post mcyt shipping posts
⚝ i will try and avoid nsfw stuff on here (thats what the sideblog is for)
⚝ i enjoy tagging things so i can search my blog later! here are the important ones:
⚝ the tag i use for my ramblings is #elkie thoughts !
⚝ the tag i use for my writing and art is #my art (very original i know)
⚝ the tag i use for responding to asks is #elkie asks
⚝ for tags i use most often, check my featured tags list
⚝ if, for some reason, you want a full list of all the tags i use, please refer to my strawpage (linked below)
⚝ my timezone is currently UTC+1
⚝ i'm really into MCSR right now! Couriway is definitely my favourite guy to watch, if i can i also like to watch Hax and Fulham, and— if they stream at a reasonable time for me— Feinberg and Infume ⚝
⚝ i do enjoy HermitCraft too. the first HermitCraft episode i watched was Grian joining season 6. i've since moved away from watching Grian much, and now the hermits i'm currently watching the most are Bdubs, Etho, Joel, Mumbo and Tango ⚝
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here is my strawpage too :) if you wanna know a little more about me or anything (or see my epic graphic design skills)
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Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:
“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”
“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”
Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”
“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”
“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”
To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.
“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”
“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”
“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”
I'm having a migraine and I am going to make it Couri's problem.
I don't know if I'll get their voices right, because my heads feeling like [redacted because Couri will feel it now for me] for at least 6 hours and I haven't seen much of them anyway
TW for slight gore ig, the description of the pain is not pretty, bc the pain's not pretty
Couri wants to smash something.
Preferably his head.
Especially the left side of it. He thinks it's left but there are not enough brain cells left not on fire for him to care if he mixes it up.
He eyes the lone coffee mug on his desk and considers smashing it instead.
But that wouldn't be good because it would be loud and he would have to clean it up.
But especially beacuse it would be loud.
Couri squints at his monitor instead, he's given up on work hours ago already but some stubborn part of his fried brain wants to stare at the screen anyway. Not wanting to waste all this time just doing nothing.
Even though the light makes his head pound and the ice-pick twist in his eye socket, he doesn't want this stupid migraine ruining his day.
His eyes fall on his water bottle to the left because no matter how much he tries he can't focus on what's going on on his screen for longer than a minute. Couri grabs it and takes a swig.
The water tastes stale even though he just refilled it like half an hour ago. Stupid neurons.
His neck's stiff. A hand comes up from his keyboard to massage the flesh right at the base of his skull. Aching as he tries to dig his fingers beneath the bone, making him shiver in disgust at the feeling. The soreness now added to the pain of contracting muscles.
Couri huffs out a breath and gets up because now sitting still feels like a chore.
Only for his head to double down on the pain, driving the ice-pick further into his skull from inside and outside now as much as pumping blood for a family of three through his capillaries, making sure he feels like a heavy metal band is performing in his head.
Couri grabs his head and pushs strands of hair up which doesn't help the pain but at least holds the impression of not loosing his mind.
He grabs the edge of his desh next when the vertigo hits followed closely by the nausea.
The urge to scream and bury his head in the wall is strong but he knows better. It would only make it worse.
Once the metal band takes a pause he straightens and shuffles his way into the kitchen. He looks into the fridge only to find all his apetite gone. Nausea flaring up at the mere thought of eating anything not drowned in choclate.
Couri closes the fridge and opens the freezer instead. Cold air hits his face and he almost sighs in relieve as the pain dims for a short moment.
He rumages through the ice cube moulds and ice cream boxes and frozen vegetables until he finds the ice pack. It's formed like an elephant, gifted to him by his best friend from childhood years ago, and it never fails to calm him a little.
The kitchen towel he reserves for this exact occasion hangs over the back of a chair because he didn't get around to putting it away yesterday evening. Once he's wrapped it around the ice pack, Couri presses the bundle against his face. The cold stings but the pain dims a little. It's awkward with his glasses in the way, so he tries to tuck it between the frame and his eye like an eye patch but the temples slip away from his ears almost dropping the ice pack to the ground.
Couri glares at the offending thing and places it in his neck instead.
The cold does nothing for the stiffness there and he knows it but the illogical urge is stronger.
He keeps it there until the pain flares up again behind his eye and moves it to the top of his head.
Where it provides the exact same amount of relieve as in his neck but the change keeps his mind occupied and away from the pain.
Couri goes back to his setup, the screen's still too bright but he already has night mode activated so there isn't much to do.
Sitting down feels weird but so does standing and lying and genuienly everything else too. He moves the cooling aid behind his glasses again and this time it stays somewhat secure against his face.
He hates migraines.
The deep breath he takes doesn't fill his lung properly.
And it makes him wanting to smash things again.
His mouth feels dry so he drinks some water but now his mouth feels even more dry.
Couri wants to scream.
He puts down his glasses and presses the ice pack against his head himself. But now the light of the monitor is even brighter and he can't see the text on it properly which makes his mind screech, so he puts them on again failing to secure the pack again, droping it to the desk.
For a short moment Couri glares at the bundle before picking it up again.
The front door of the apartment clicks and it's too loud in the controlled environment Couri has built.
It takes a few seconds he just suffers in silence then Feinberg apears at his office door.
Couri sees how his eyes flick from the screen to his probably askew glasses to the ice pack, then his eyes become soft and he slightly stretches out his arms in a silent invitation.
It doesn't even take a second for Couri to push himself up and fall into Fein's arms with his head spinning and throbing and piercing.
"How bad is it?" Fein asks and even his hushed voice is too loud where Couri has burried his head in his chest.
"Bad" he slurrs, breathing in Fein's scent almost too overwhelming with the smell of their detergent mixed in, "But not the worst"
He doesn't think about pain scales. There is no brain capacity left for that and migraines are hard to put down on them anyway.
"What do you need? Did you take a triptane yet?" Fein asks and Couri shakes his head.
"Didn't wanna alone. You know the effect's scary."
Fein brushes a hand through his hair and Couri melts against the touch. "Yeah, I know. 'You want take one now?"
Couri shakes his head again. And this time he's overdone it making his head pick up the concert again. "It's too late now, wouldn't be worth it."
Feinberg hums unsatisfied. "You need to take them more often you're not even coming nesar the 10/20 anyway."
"I know" Couri whines and his head throbs. "I took an Ibuprofen after dinner."
"Okay" Fein lets up brushing his hands over Couri's shoulders, "That's good. Anything I can do for you?"
Couri lets out a pained whine as another wave of ice-pick twisting hits.
"Cuddles?" He demands weakly and presses closer.
Fein's hands still and squeez caringly before he answers. "Of course. Let's get you into bed."
And at that Couri's brain ultimately clicks out and he lets himself get manhandled into bed with the cooling aid pressed against his eye and his glasses on the nightstand.
He lets Fein feed him a dextrose candy and cuddles up against his side once he joins him.
The pain eases a little with the relieving cold of the ice pack and the warmth of Fein's body relaxes his tense muscles.
It's still there and the nausea makes him hate every single one of his senses but it's easier to endure when Fein's next to him taking care of him.
And so, cuddled up beside his boyfried, he drifts of into a not completely restful and somewhat feverish sleep.
ok like i think what ive been trying to get at lately is i wish many people within the mcsr community would start to view women as actual regular people and not abstract concepts you can either "shout out" to prove you're a good person, date to prove you have a life/go outside, or accuse your friend of hating to make fun of them
a huge number of people in your community are women and basically none of them have nearly as many views/clout as you, women developed a good amount of the strats you use, women help run events behind the scenes, women edit your vod highlights and your youtube videos, and most importantly like. women speedrun minecraft??? a lot actually? so it would be very cool to treat them like fellow community members and human beings instead of just making jokes that implicitly exclude them from your conversation and dropping a "shout out women" or "W women" every now and then. ESPECIALLY trans women
waiter waiter more depictions of traumatised malnourished characters putting on some weight postcanon to show their recovery from the horrors please !!!!!!!!!!!
ok i genuinely had the idea of them with this song 7 months ago and never did anything with it and i just got reminded of it again
my idea for this is that in this universe fein basically does a combination of his + couriways #Things where he does no reset AA but like. irl. and he goes to different places and completes the advancements and he cannot leave until he gets them all
and for this one time, he got every advancement but for some reason it was taking absolutely ages to thunder, and in his time waiting for thunder he met + grew attached to couri but knew that he would have to leave him behind by the time it thundered . And perhaps couris the only one there for him to strike with the trident when the time comes around
Im not a writer it makes more sense in my head okay Go listen to weathergirl i love that freaaaakinggg song
the other 2 doodles are unrelated to all this by the way i just wanted to post them aswell
