I've been taking meds for my anxiety disorder and I can actually TALK TO PEOPLE :D
I can just. Walk up to people. And say stuff. I HAVE MADE A FRIEND TODAY :DDDD I wasn't aware you could just Do That.
On a more serious note, though, it feels so freeing to have the ability to take up space. My anxiety is still there, yeah, and it probably always will be but I'm not always hiding in the corner and avoiding doing things I like or need to do because of the possibility of interacting with an unfamiliar person.
I don't feel paralyzing dread and fear at the mere thought of talking to someone. I can be loud and express myself for once in my life. I can go outside and make friends, and it means the world to me.
I'm going to hit M1G with a newspaper how dare he make me get emotional over silly block people
Spoilers for M1G's SBK Season 2 finale vv
First of all: 331??? MY BOY?! As much as I love him and was hoping that he'd live, I am completely content with that ending for him. He proved himself to not be entirely self-centered, and he proved 225 wrong. Also, the batshit line was funny hehehe
I just feel the need to yap about this now that I've processed everything lol. Warning: I literally just woke up, no clue if this is coherent.
In other news, I'VE BEEN A 621 APOLOGIST SINCE WATCHING PLEASANTCRAFT. I sat down and watched the whole series a little while back, and I immediately decided, "No, that was kind of valid." I wasn't expecting him to actually live after the finale, but I was both extremely excited and about the cry when the other M1Gs just banished him.
Sorry 918, 621 has become my favorite. You must settle for second place.
AND ON THE TOPIC OF 918!!! I am so happy for him and proud of him :DDD He's growing past what 621 was, and he's proven himself to be his own person. I remember when he woke up in the cell with 222 and they started talking, my first thought was, "Yeah, 222 is probably just about the best person he could be talking to right now."
Anyways, I cried a little over the finale, and now I'm going to hit M1G with a newspaper over it.
Rambling to the void again, but my brother misread "Librarian" as "Lesbian", and was insisting that the art was of a lesbian until he read it correctly. To him, the Librarian is a lesbian now lol
I have both Red Fool and Anathra on my Tomodachi Life island, and Anathra just called Red a bug (he also said this to M1G, but that's besides the point).
I didn't get a picture of it, but this isn't even the first time lmao. Red also walked up to another Mii and said that in their heart, they're really a bug.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
for @gold-fool (happy very late birthday<3!) gold fool sbk1 detective beebo-style haunted house au
Summary:
Gold Fool is made of greed. Xyr greatest wish is to be surrounded by people xe can trust, and to keep them forever
No matter what
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Gold Fool/sbk1 detective beebo-style haunted house au!
Words: 944
Chapters: 1/1
Warnings: Implied character technically-death, a fair bit of psychological horror. Also has midas' golden touch fairy tale elements
Ship: Implied but not explicit Gold Fool/Sadmilkman (could be easily read as platonic)
full fic under cut! it's been a year since i started this but i finally finished and im very proud of itttt
The music was loud in Fool's ears as xe meandered throughout the ballroom. Everyone was having so much fun, dancing and talking and laughing with each other, tonight had gone perfectly!
Now, all he had left to do was find Milkman, and give him his present.
She knew that enchanted golden apples weren't that hard to come by anymore, and Milkman himself had at least a few stockpiled up somewhere. But they were still his favorite thing, and Fool wanted to surprise him with one.
To show him that he could still trust faer. To show him that fae still wanted to be his friend, his birch-
Milkman's shiny gold buttons and familiar, bright laughter drew Fool's attention to only a short distance from the center of the dance floor. Fool smiled, taking a step over towards him, and reached a hand up to wave to him.
That got his attention, and Milkman waved a greeting, but he turned back around to keep doing... whatever he was doing. Fool's heart dropped.
That was it?
That was all they got, that was all the attention that Milkman would give them?!
He felt his breathing pick up, and his eyes burned. He stormed away, back to the corner, where no one would bother him.
Fool left, and took Milkman's gift with him.
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Fool didn't know how much time it'd been. He'd left the party early. He hid in one of the back rooms, hidden where he could hear the faint music of the ball leaking through the walls, but no one's individual voices could be picked out of the blur. The apple was tossed onto a shelf, shimmering with that purple glow, unassumingly. Fool was curled up near it, fists clenched and angry tears streaking down his face.
Xir soul burned, with bright, shimmering patches of orange. Streaks of red, not unlike blood, dripped down xir face, mixed with the molten metal feeling of gold. It felt like it was on fire, spreading over the rest of xir skin.
It hurt.
Was she dying? She felt like she was dying. Her brain hurt, everything was too loud, her soul ached and stabbed and twisted and all she'd ever wanted was Milkman but Milkman didn't want her-
In a sudden, bold move of selfishness, ze stumbled over to the enchanted apple, intending to eat it, to save hirself from this pain. Milkman could find someone else to get him his favorite treasure.
Fool blinked.
The pain was gone as soon as ce'd touched the enchanted apple. It took a moment to register, to really realize what the absence of feeling and newfound quiet actually was.
But then only a mere second later, it was so much worse. Instead of his soul feeling like it was burning across his skin and fragmenting until he was naught more than a pile of shining golden dust on the floor, his skin itched and stabbed and he was sinking into the floor of the ballroom.
Fae could hear everyone in the party as clear as day, and could see them, too.
It was so much, it was so much-
They could feel every step anyone took, every glass set on a table, every brush against a wall.
It dropped the apple onto the ground and ran out to the party, not sure how to tell if the floors were moving or if its legs were.
Fool tripped and fell, a little ways off from the doorway. Someone- he didn't know who, everyone was blurring together, tried to say something to him.
Whoever they were, it didn't matter, now. A voice in xyr mind awoke- or had it always been there?- and reminded xem that this person was xyrs, that everyone was xyrs, that they were all in xyr ballroom and xe could keep them there as long as xe wanted.
The party doesn't end until the host says so.
The ballroom burst into color, inside Fool's mind, as she felt it breathe. Every person inside the room fell silent, but she could still feel them...?
There was a shining statue in front of them, made of pure, solid gold.
It had a small crown and hair that looked as though it had been flickering in the wind before being frozen in time. It looked like someone that Fool knew, he thought. But he was the ballroom now, and the ballroom was him, and he didn't remember their name.
There was only one name ve remembered, and that was Milkman's. Ce knew where to go find him. Right over in the corner, near the stained glass mural of the birch tree, was a golden statue of someone with a glorious mustache ce would recognize anywhere.
The ballroom echoed with faer lone, quiet footsteps. There was a chorus of muffled voices in faer head, words indistinguishable, but their sound was there, and Fool could hear them. They were familiar, as the golden faces scattered about the room were.
But like the faces, none of them were recognizable. They were blended together into one tune, one sound, more of an idea of voices than individuals speaking.
Still, Fool smiled. Her Milkman was here, and would stay here, and it didn't matter if her skin was crawling and her eyes were blurring and she could see and feel everything around her, Milkman was here, and he was hers, and would be hers forever. He was her shining statue now, a treasure to be protected.
They stared at his golden eyes, peaceful expression permanently etched onto his face. They touched his cheek, pleasantly startled by the warmth that met their fingers.
A Wonderland that I made as part of a project for French. Oversimplified and slightly wonky because small space and time constraints, but ehhhh, I like it.
every time Mr Professor has a conversation with the students I can't help but giggle. like yeah. he's just chilling there. and sometimes he lights students on fire it's no big deal.
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