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Make Playable Mini-apps
I made yet another one where this time, you’re Hawkeye and you have to escape being touched by Thor’s cape. Not only will it send you back to the starting screen, but it will also make you shiver for three weeks or a year. 
Make Playable Mini-apps
I made a weird cursed game, where Clint Barton from avengers assemble is trying to escape mattresses and it’s kind of unhinged, but I’m kind of an unhinged person so yeah also it’s kind of dangerous that I have access to this technology now because I’m gonna make the most absurd, shit imaginable
Why is basic empathy so hard to come by?
Just really needed to get this off my chest tonight so I can actually sleep.
I love my job. I care deeply about the work I do and the kids I work with, so when a coworker decided to make a "joke" about me getting fired, it hit me hard. I’m neurodivergent and an HSP—I process things deeply, and when I trust someone, I take them at their word. Scaring me about my job security isn’t funny, it’s just cruel.
When I got upset, instead of apologizing, they turned it around on me, pulled me into an office, and tried to tell me I was being "too sensitive" and "dramatic" for crying. A joke is only a joke if everyone is laughing. Threatening someone's livelihood and then shaming them for having a natural emotional reaction is just shifting the blame.
Setting boundaries and expecting people to treat you with basic decency doesn't make you dramatic. My sensitivity and my passion for my work are not flaws, and I shouldn't have to shrink myself just to make unkind people feel comfortable.
The tragedy of the new comfort item (a short story in one morning alarm)
You wait weeks. You track the package. You survive the most grueling, awful, low-mana workday in human history just to finally unbox him. And he is perfect. A literal +100 HP health potion in fabric form. The fortress is secure. The vibes are immaculate. You wrap yourself up and finally, finally breathe.
And then... the realization hits.
Tomorrow is a work day.
In a few hours, the alarm is going to go off, and I am going to have to willingly tear myself away from this sacred artifact to go face the real world. Why must society make me leave this perfect sanctuary?
My blanket is currently holding me hostage and I do not want to be rescued. Leaving him in the morning is going to feel like leaving my favorite companion behind at camp while I go on a mandatory, incredibly boring side-quest. It is going to be the worst feeling in the world.
Please send thoughts and prayers for my drafty, un-cozy morning self. 🫡
To everyone else, it’s a blanket. To me, leaving my room tomorrow is going to be my official villain origin story.
The Fragility of a "Skál Day" (Why Joy Feels So Vulnerable
Does anyone else get intense anxiety right before a major hype day or a merch drop?
Tomorrow, a huge item I’ve been waiting weeks for is finally arriving. I should be 100% excited, but instead, I have this deep fear that a coworker or classmate is going to drop a random, bitter comment and instantly puncture my happiness balloon.
If you’ve dealt with bullying in the past, your brain learns that being visibly happy makes you a target. It’s not paranoia—it’s just knowing how fragile a good day is. When our guard is down because we’re joyful, it only takes one comment from a "bucket dipper" to completely poison the vibe.
To me, special days aren't just holidays; they are any day you’ve invested your heart into. I’m trying to learn how to put an invisible lid on my bucket and protect my inner child from people who want to rain on my parade. Anyone else feel hyper-vulnerable on the eve of something awesome? How do you protect your joy?
THE AGONY OF THE ONE-WEEK MERCH WAIT (A tragedy in one act)
I am officially unchained. My L’Manburg flag blanket is arriving next week and I genuinely do not know what to do with my hands or my brain.
Why does time literally stretch into a million years the second a shipping label is created?! A week is only seven days but right now it feels like a century. I am expected to go to work, act like a normal functioning human being, and not just scream "SEVEN DAYS" at my coworkers when they ask me a question. It is criminally unfair.
My fandom excitement is a wild beast right now. To everyone else, "it's just a package," but to me, it's literally everything. I am currently recording a whole Chaos Cast podcast episode just to vent this energy out before I vibrate into another dimension.
If anyone else is currently trapped in the merch-shipping waiting zone please validate me because I am staring at the tracking page like it’s a lifeline. 🫡😭
AM CURRENTLY SHORT-CIRCUITING 💥🤩‼️
akjshdflgkjhdsflgkjhfdsg y'all I literally do not have the words for how much my brain is exploding right now!!! 💥🤯✨
My dad ordered my custom L'Manburg flag blanket and it is officially being made right now and the countdown is at SEVEN DAYS. ONE WEEK. Seven whole days until absolute peak first contact and I get to wrap myself in the ultimate comfort shield at my desk!!! 😭😭😭
But can we talk about how it is absolutely CRIMINAL that I am expected to just... go to work? And act like a normal, functioning member of society?? 🎭 Like, I am standing there doing my job and meanwhile my brain is just on a 24/7 loop going “blanket blanket blanket L’Manburg blanket epic first contact blanket” at maximum volume. How am I supposed to hold a conversation when my entire soul is hyper-focusing on fleece fabric traveling across the country?! It should be illegal to have to mask this much excitement, I swear. 😤
Anyway, me and the plushy squad (Thor, Hugo, and the octopus) are officially on high alert. If you need me for the next week, I’ll be jumping around my room chanting SEVEN DAYS. 🥳🛸✨
Miss you, man
Guess who I haven't drawn in way too long~ TECHNOBLADE~ >:D
I have a lot of spare time on my hands atm (got sick, so I can't really do a lot rn) and I randomly started going back through a bunch of dsmp stuff/technoblade compilations and was like huh. I wanna draw fanart for this again~
TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!!!!
this post has technoblade in it
My second participation on the MAP
Need to vent about a nightmare of a work day / literal existential crisis
I started today so happy because I got to keep a real horseshoe from my horseback riding lesson (turns out my theory was right, they really do feel freezing cold to the touch!). But the second I got to work, everything went downhill.
A coworker named L started acting like a tollbridge, using her body to physically block me from entering rooms where my group was, and then she turned to making me feel like I’m in an M.C. Escher painting. She started calling me "Luca" (which is the name of one of the kids in our group, NOT my name). I tried using my words, being super professional, and setting a firm boundary, but she completely threw it back in my face and just kept spamming the wrong name all day. To make it worse, she got other coworkers and the kids to start doing it too.
The only refuge I had was hiding in the bathroom to cry my eyes out. While I was in there, I literally spent time practicing exactly what I was gonna say next. I thought of a full-on Wilbur-style speech, trying to be so diplomatic and professional to handle the situation—definitely doing L'Manburg proud with how hard I tried to negotiate. But when I went back out, she just threw all that diplomacy right back in my face.
When I tried to tell my second boss, they just called me "overdramatic." And to top it all off, my backpack zipper got completely stuck at the end of the day and was driving me up the wall. I'm so exhausted and emotionally drained from fighting for basic respect today. Just glad it’s finally the weekend so I can look at my cool new 4th of July necklace, hang out with my dad, and try to forget this place exists for a few days.
Vent
Apparently having to go to work when I had is splitting open, it’s just a tractor life because my mom is forcing me to go to work where there will be screaming kids on my head literally feels like it’s throbbing and no one is sticking up for me, not even my dad. And every time I’m sick or anything my mom makes me feel guilty for it as if I’m a robot who shouldn’t be sick and they should just get their shit done and the only thing she says is she’s ranting to me about how I don’t drink enough water or maybe she’s right, but can’t someone just get a little bit of sympathy? Like why can’t mom be like how they were when you were a kid and you were sick? Like I get that I’m 22 but like come on like I’m not asking her to baby me for just a little bit of compassion what I wouldn’t kill for just a little bit of compassion and I wanna bang my head against the wall so bad just to get the pain to stop but I know that apparently it’s a bad idea but like the last time, my mom was with me when I was sick. She was just chasing me over and over and over again and like I just I’m just so done with it because she’s chastising me again and I just want her to treat me with some decency because I’m sick I mean, yeah just a little headache but what if it was a migraine? Like my old boss used to get migraines and she would have to skip work so what if it was a migraine like do you think that my mom would like just ask me go to work even if it was a migraine because if it was, that’s pretty bad parenting
Anyway, thanks for listening. I just had to get this off of my chest and while I love my job, my head is killing me.
The Big J 30 🎗️🐷
I am screaming into the absolute void right now because Tuesday is coming and I am genuinely terrified. I am not ready. It has been four years since we lost him, and the fact that the world expects me to just clock into work and act like a functioning, non-grieving human being is criminal.Technoblade was my idol and my absolute hero. He was the entire reason I emotionally survived the isolated, dark days of the COVID-19 pandemic. He anchored me when everything else was terrifying, and losing him to cancer still hurts like an absolute punch to the gut. It makes my soul itch when people don't get it, or when people try to call him "just a YouTuber." He saved me.I have this comfort theory that I hold onto with every fiber of my being: after he passed, Technodad took his iconic royal cape, spun it into threads, and turned it into the Good Game hoodies so that every single fan across the world could carry a physical piece of his armor. Tomorrow night, my hoodie is going over my pillow like a second pillowcase, and I am definitely going to be holding onto that piece of his cape at 2:00 AM when the grief peaks.To my fellow neurodivergent and HSP fans who are trapped at work or around people who call him a "dumb pig" and don't understand why we are crying over pixels—I see you. I’m wearing my custom pink and yellow crown paracord bracelet as armor. I have my paper lucky star strips ready. I have my single-player peaceful potato garden locked in and signed on page 30.I don't know how I'm going to get out of bed on Tuesday, but I'm going to let the sound of Floof parkouring over a fence drag me up. I'm going to survive the shift one hour at a time, and then I am coming home to eat ungodly amounts of ice cream and watch the entire Potato War trilogy in the dark.I loved him so much. I still love him.Technoblade (inhale)... never dies (exhale). 🐷👑⚔️
AM ACTUALLY VIBRATING RIGHT NOW?!?! 😭✨
Y'ALL. YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED OMFG.So I’ve been quietly obsessing over wanting to start a new hobby making those tiny 3D origami lucky stars (you know, the ones you fold from strips of paper and then puff out into perfect little shapes and they make that incredibly satisfying thump sound when you flick them??) 🌟🌟🌟BUT I WAS SO NERVOUS TO ASK MY DAD TO HELP ME GET THE SUPPLIES. Like, fully convinced he’d say no or think it was silly or whatever. I was practically sweating just thinking about asking him.BUT I FINALLY KICKED THE FEAR AND JUST ASKED HIM AND—HE SAID YES ASDFGHJKL;FDSKJL;AJSDFG!!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯💥💥💥💥🤯🤯🤯🤯HE IS LITERALLY TAKING ME TO MICHAELS THIS WEEKEND TO BUY RAINBOW STAR PAPER I AM NOT JOKING!!!!! MY BRAIN HAS ACUTALLY EVAPORATED 🤯💥😱🤯😱💥I have been straight-up JUMPING AND BOUNCING AROUND MY ROOM IN COMPLETE ECSTASY FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR. LITERALLY BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. My calves are going to be so sore tomorrow but I do not care because RAINBOW PAPER IS SECURED 🌈✨🏎️💨Waiting for Saturday is going to absolutely SUCK lolol how am I supposed to sleep tonight?! Prepare yourselves because my blog is about to become 100% lucky star content.
The Ultimate Hangry Manifesto 😤🍟
Vent/Rant: Shitty morning already and the day literally JUST started
So, it’s a Sunday morning in June and it already started shitty. I let the cat in through my screen door in my bedroom and pissed off my dad, and I tried to smooth things over with a cup of coffee in his favorite mug, but he already had coffee so I gave it to my mom and it sucks because now I’m fucking terrified that he won’t forgive me for letting the cat in, and I’m really fucking sorry for doing it again, and I’m scared that he’s never going to forgive me, so I’m ranting on here because this is lowkey eating me alive rn and I need some advice because I’m completely lost.
How do I get my dad to forgive me?
Cut my losses and just accept that my relationship with him is fucked
Beg on my hands and knees for forgiveness
Try to smooth it over with repeated acts of service
Cut my losses and start over with mom or my sister
I’m really bummed. I thought today was gonna be good but I guess I fuck up everything I touch.
be free!!
I’d rather be cringe than be mean. I’d never sacrifice my own happiness for popularity and likes. i despise cringe culture and hate/bullying. Interests should be accepted and respected, not hated on just because they’re “weird” or not popular. Here’s a secret: the people who are popular are also miserable. They are miserable because they’re spending hours caring about what strangers for classmates think. If being popular means giving up my happiness, then I would rather be a loser. 
