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ofpriderocks·:
“yeah i’m good. I thought I was gonna die. They had me going there for a second i’m not gonna lie. Really? You think these energy drinks would come with some sorta warning or something.”
“That’s good... I doubt people would read the labels anyway. Or take them seriously... I wonder if they’ve ever caused a heart attack...”
“Whatever you do, do not fill up a “super big gulp” cup with 5 hours energy and chug the whole thing. my heart has either stopped completely or is beating so fast that i can’t feel my own pulse.”
“Are you okay? I tried one 5 Hour Energy before, and I thought I was going to die.”
» “You shouldn’t spend your whole life wishin’ for something bound to fall apart” — Tin Man, Miranda Lambert
current age → twenty faceclaim → katherine langford based off of → eeyore from winnie the pooh powers/abilities → n/a status → unvailable
— she is described to be ;
+, contemplative, rational, observational -, melancholic, isolated, dispassionate
— biography ;
She grew up with bright eyes and a penchant for exploration. Eeyore ran around her house, searching every nook and cranny for a secret, for an adventure. The imaginary villains called her Eeyore the Great as she fought them down, one by one. And she never minded her name, in fact, it branded her as the most unique explorer to ever step foot on planet Earth, the greatest warrior that you’ve ever laid eyes on, and the most beautiful princess that you’ll ever encounter. She knew no fear, no worries, no pain. Growing up, Eeyore had two wonderful, loving parents. All they did was dote on her. They both worked under the same company, in high positions, and made enough money to buy the house that Eeyore probed and ransacked. Every night, they had dinner together and each of them had a story to retell at the table. The bedtime stories were wonderfully imaginative, breaking out of every silly fairytale that’s always told to other children. The kids in elementary school flocked to Eeyore’s strangely energetic but captivating aura, and never once was she teased. Her mind was too grand, and it created a new world for her and her peers to play in. It was all picture-perfect.
But clouds shrouded the sunshine that surrounded Eeyore once she advanced into middle school. The kids grew meaner and nobody seemed to care for exploration and creativity anymore. Anything unique or strange was shunned immediately, rejected, and stomped on. So when Eeyore introduced herself to the class as all of the other students did, all she heard were snickers and all she saw were kids laughing at her. What kind of name was Eeyore? And what kind of preteen preferred venturing outside to watching TV and surfing the web? She was only twelve and she was already labeled a freak. It didn’t help that her life at home was going downhill as well either. Eeyore couldn’t escape the madness. The company that her parents worked for was bought by an even larger company, and so many employees were let go, including her parents. Eventually, the lack of income took a toll on her parents, and the love they once shared seemed to evaporate into thin air. Instead of having a family dinner every night, they’d spend their evening locked in their bedroom, screaming at each other about the bills that were piling up. Eeyore would stand outside the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob, contemplating whether or not she should open it. But the answer was always no. The world as Eeyore knew it started crumbling around her, and she finally opened her eyes wide enough to realize the horrors that life brings you. She found herself lost in an unsafe and horrid world.
So Eeyore responded accordingly. She drew herself back in, constructing an impenetrable wall around her. She locked her mind into a vault and kept it restrained. Instead of running out in the sunshine, shouting words of merriment, and fighting off imaginary dragons, Eeyore chose to lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling. The world became a bleak place to her, like a harsh winter in the middle of Russia. And with her mind locked up, her passion remained unstirred and unprovoked. Eeyore became a ghost of herself, and nobody seemed to notice. Until she moved through high school and ran into some little boy named Winifred. He kept talking to her, he kept invading her personal space, and she got so frustrated with him that she almost kicked him away. Luckily the bell saved both of them the trouble. She thought she escaped him, but she found herself sitting next to him at lunch, and soon all of his friends joined them. Eeyore somehow integrated into a group of friends without saying a word. Unfortunately, before she could really learn to enjoy their presence, her parents hit rock bottom. They had to sell her childhood home, and Eeyore was sure that a divorce was in the reserves. But she wouldn’t know, they sent her off to Walt before they could do any more damage. Maybe this was the escape and the key that Eeyore to unlock her true self.
— connections ;
w i n n i f r e d r o b i n — the unlikely friend
Winnie ran into Eeyore when she was at her locker. she had been playing tag with her friends and wasn’t looking where she was going. Before Eeyore could snap at the younger girl, she smiled at her and asked how she was doing before apologizing for her clumsiness. Eeyore just told her to go away. Pooh never did. She’d try to talk to her every single day, try to engage her in some conversation. She saw the light that was trapped inside Eeyore, and she was determined to let it out. Maybe one day she’ll get her to open to him. Eeyore, on the other hand, was silently grateful that Pooh had run into her that day. Inside she was begging for somebody to help her, to pull her out of the rut. The innocent girl might just be able to do that.
— others ;
christopher robin, paxton little, owen Richard, tiago gordillo, kandace roo, rian azaria — friends
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starplayer-terrance·:
“Three years thats a long time.” Terrance couldn’t help but overhear as she spoke. Sitting down next to her, unsure if she even wanted to have the conversation or just wanted to vent. Needless to say Terrance was giving her the option either way.
“It is, isn’t it?” She was quiet for a moment. “It’s strange, time. It feels as though it hasn’t been that long... but much longer, too.” She tried to remember how her parents acted, their mannerisims. All she could picture was the way her father looked. So tired. "I wonder if I'll ever see them again."
zerot0hero:
Hercules understood the feeling of being homesick all too well, growing up in Greece it never felt like home, like he belonged somewhere else. And when he eventually began to settle he learned the truth and had to leave his parents to train with Philoctetes, starting from scratch in a strange city. “That is a long time to go without seeing your parents…” he replied sympathetically. “Is there anything I can help you with? That might make you feel more at home?”
That was... kind. Eeyore could’ve found more things to complain about easily, but the fact that he’d even offered made her stop in her tracks. She wasn’t going to put him through her venting. It wouldn’t help anything. It would just make both of them feel worse. “Probably not,” she stated, but she held back her sigh and added in a lighthearted (as lighthearted as Eeyore could get) tone, “unless you can make it feel like fall.”
ohjinkiesxx·:
Velma’s back was propped up against the bark of a tree with a book of mathematical equations in hand. Her eyebrows furrowed trying to find the source of the voice. Once she did she placed her book into her lap and made a pitiful expression. Every once in awhile Velma would be reminded that there were normal parents out there. “I’m sorry.” She spoke, not really sure if it was her place to say. “Maybe you can take a break and visit them? Or the other way around?”
Eeyore sighed --- long and loud and overly dramatic. Them visiting her seemed out of question. Money was tight. From what she gathered, it was worse than it was before. Not to mention the last she’d heard from her parents they were on the verge of a divorce, so they probably weren’t up for taking a trip together. “I’m not sure they’d want me there,” she stated, matter of fact. “It’s alright. I’ve gone three years without seeing them. What’s three more?”
Winnie hummed to herself as she snarfed down some pieces of honey candy from the candy store, her legs swinging to and fro underneath the park bench. The park was one of Winnie’s very favorite places in Elias. All sorts of wonderful friends seemed to come and go through here, bustling about doing all sorts of things. At this moment, Winnie noticed a rather troubled looking person who stopped just in front of her bench, glued to their phone with intense intent.
This didn’t phase Winnie in the slightest, as the prospect of a new friend became much too great for her to withhold herself. “Hello there! You look like you could use some cheering up. Would you like a taffy?” she chirped, holding out the bag with a bright smile and a gaze as warm as the sun above.
Eeyore would recognize that voice anywhere. For a moment she’d thought Winnie had been talking to her --- she could use some cheering up --- but she was out of her line of sight. She’d been talking to someone Eeyore presumed was a stranger, offering them a taffy to brighten their day because that was the sort of person Winnie was, all bubbly, positive and sweet. The sort of person Eeyore used to be.
She considered walking by. She didn’t want to bother one of her few friends, after all. Eventually her presence would become a nuisance. Slowly and hesitantly, Eeyore reached the back of the bench before she brought attention to herself. She didn’t want to bother one of her few friends, but she could use the company. “Could I have a taffy?”
spots-on-marinette·:
Luckily Marinette was used to people asking about the weather. More so if they hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t an issue and it was a huge difference being here. It had gotten cloudy but didn’t rain, which she found odd. “Do you not like it here?” There was no judgement in her voice, nothing but curiosity.
“As much as I’d like it anywhere else,” she stated. That much was true. She hadn’t been happy back home, either. It was just so lonely, some days. “I may not be the most optimistic person when life hands me lemons...”
“I suppose I’m feeling quite homesick today,” Eeyore announced to no one in particular, dragging the toe of her shoe against the sidewalk. Perched on the edge of a bench, an open notebook in her lap, her gaze was trapped by the blank page before her --- she was only speaking to her her own voice, really. It had been awhile since she’d had a conversation with anyone. “It’s been just over three years since I’ve seen my mom and dad.”
spots-on-marinette:
Marinette smiled softly, “England and Scotland mainly. France gets rain but not as much as those two.” She could see Eeyore’s eyes shifting around the room, maybe she was making the girl nervous. She didn’t know. Would it be better to end the conversation or just moving on? “So is it rude to ask what brought you here to the city I mean? If it is, totally don’t feel like you have to tell me or anything.”
"Interesting," she hummed --- and it was. Weather wasn't the most exciting subject, but it was all the same, wasn't it? Eeyore shook her head in response. It wasn't rude. At least, not in her opinion. "My parents sent me off," she stated, point blank. "I suppose they thought I'd be better off in a boarding school than listening to them scream at each other. I'm not sure. But, here I am... yet to leave..."
I WAS THE SON YOU ALWAYS HAD,
name — daryl addison age — twenty four years faceclaim — jamie blackley abilities — n/a occupation — grocery store employee, college student passions — building, making things traits — creative, protective, determined, attentive, stubborn
TUGGING AT YOUR COAT WHEN YOU WERE SAD.
when he was just a toddler, daryl’s father began a relationship with eeyore. he was too young to remember much, but he remembered being told he was going to have a new sibling after a few months. he remembered his parents screaming at each other that night. he remembered eeyore crying, begging his dad not to ‘take her babies away’. he’d heard the whole thing from his bedroom, and he remembered thinking he didn’t want to leave. he remembered having to wear a suit and go to court. from that moment on, eeyore was his mother. he never saw his father again. he was okay with that. despite both of his birth parents choosing a life without him in less than a year, he was a happy kid. he had a good childhood and he loved his family the way that it was. he fell into the big brother role for darla and darby so well, and he took pride in looking after them when eeyore had to work long shifts even if he was just a kid himself.
he would make houses out of cardboard boxes. he would make forts out of blankets and kitchen chairs. he would make up games on the spot, using his imagination to keep his little sisters (and himself) satisfied. it kept the boredom and the loneliness away. he didn’t have as much as other kids growing up but again, he was okay with that. he studied hard in school. he was a smart kid. he didn’t have many friends. he didn’t need them. his family was his life, and while he wasn’t antisocial, he was content with what he had. even as his mother insisted they needed to move to another state without her. he trusted her, he trusted life, and he knew that even if the plan didn’t turn out how it was supposed to, everything happened for a reason. he’d make the best of this situation the way he did every situation before.
I WAS THE SON YOU ALWAYS HAD,
parent(s) — eeyore addison siblings — darla addison, darby addison open to plots — message me
I WAS THE SON YOU ALWAYS HAD.
zerot0hero·:
“Oh my Gods! I had Block Puzzle a couple of months ago but the noise of clearing levels was really annoying to my sisters, they made me delete it” Adelphie confessed, which in hindsight was probably a good idea at the time. “That is such a great score to get, I wasn’t even close to 5,000 when I played– again sisters in my ear over the noise. I didn’t know you could mute it.”
“Oh no!” Darby laughed. “I’m used to having my phone volume low or completely turned off, so I don’t think I’ve even heard the noise.” She usually only turned her volume up when she knew she was going to play music. It was easy to avoid jump scares with automatic videos playing that way. “To be fair, it’s all I’ve done. I don’t know if pride or shame is the proper emotion.”
“I hate the summer.” Cat mumbles as she tucks her legs under herself on the bench, swatting her hand into the air, “I can’t even read outside without a mosquito landing on my head.”
“I miss the snow,” Darla responded in a tone so quiet it was almost impossible to hear, resting her chin on her knees. Not that it would be snowing back home now either. “Is reading outside preferable to reading inside? If you sit by a window, isn’t it the same thing?”
zerot0hero·:
“Oh wow– thank you!” Adelphie responded with a bright smile, she wasn’t used to people finding anything about her outside of her job remotely interesting. “I hadn’t much time to play until today, I’m hoping to get a few more levels cleared before lunch” she explained bashfully. “–Have you ever played this game?”
“Of course,” Darby smiled, shaking her head enthusiastically. “No, but I’ll definitely have to download it! I have this app called Block Puzzle that I play like every night, and I don’t think I can beat my high score. It’s 10,000. Or 12,000. Something like that. It took me a lot of careful consideration to get that high, though, so it's not much fun anymore. I need a new game to save me from going crazy over that one!”
“I was finally able to plant some mint in my little windowsill herb garden, and I can’t wait for it to grow and thrive. I keep telling it how wonderful it’s going to be for these upcoming summer months and I think it’s already taken a liken to me,” Charlie gushed, smiling as they thought about their newest little plant child.
“I’ve always wanted to have a little herb garden, but I’m terrified they’d die and it’d be my fault.” Darby smiled widely, loving the idea of someone talking to their greenery. “That’s so cute. Do you name your plants? I feel like I would definitely name my plants. Probably something funny like Tim-Bob Robert.”
“Please tell me i’m not the only one who gets super emotionally attached to their villagers in animal crossing. I know there’s like 5 million animals but…I don’t know the idea of having to part with some of my villagers makes me sad. I love them all so much. I mean…there are a few that i’m not attached to. I don’t want to call them ugly because I think it’s really mean and unfair to call them that. they’re special and beautiful in their own way. I just haven’t connected with them the way I have others. I don’t know.” Allison rambled, a bright smile on her face following it. “You get what i’m saying right?”
“You sound like my sister,” Daryl laughed softly, shaking his head. If he closed his eyes, he could almost swear it was Darby rambling. Not that he minded. It was endearing. He’d listen to his little sister talk about the things she was passionate about all day, and she wasn’t an exception. He enjoyed watching friends’, even strangers’ faces light up as they went on about the things that were near and dear to their heart. Even if it was a video game. “I only ever play for the building,” he admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, the villagers make it what it is. But I have the most fun decorating the islands.”