Haii Previous Anon Here !! I Wanted To Ask U A Question But It Kinda Didn't Fit With My Previous Ask

haii previous anon here !! i wanted to ask u a question but it kinda didn't fit with my previous ask so i figured i'd make a new one

what's ur favorite class of '09 ship?? if u can't pick just one, pick the one that came into your head first :]

me X emily.

& if that’s not what you wanted, then it’s def gotta be Jeckole. kind of basic, i know, but they synergize so well cause she’s like, the only person nicole is somewhat nice to, like she manipulated ari, she was definetily scared of emily, but jecka? nahhhhhh.

(+extra: plus in my headcanon nicoles the bottom, but like, in a very “I’m not a bottom!” *proceeds to (begrudgingly) absolutely submit herself to her hot preppy gf* kind of way)

Chick-fil-a, the sauce there is fucking amazing

What’s the best junk food place guys, me and Jecka are thinking of going out later

true tho

What's the weirdest dream/nightmare you've had?

Pukicho story time???

This happened in 2004, I lived in Ireland. I had one very particular dream that I still often think about to this day:

It started in an unusual flat, somewhere up high. It was modern for the time, it felt decidedly Y2K. Every piece of furniture, the walls, the lamps, they were all bright pink. It was so trendy that it almost felt like a parody of itself, but I was a kid, and my mind wasn't clever enough for the act of parody. I would've simply forgotten this flat ever existed if the latter-half of the dream didn't leave such a permanent mark on my memory - now I can recall every last detail.

I asked a stranger to use the restroom. The toilet was downstairs, so I opened up the door to a utility stairwell and began heading down, alone.

I could look through the center of the staircase column, it was pitch-black and there was no visible bottom. I remember going down the staircase for hours, literal hours - A dark, oppressive hum from pipes and vents blinded my ears and shook the inside of my stomach with its volume. I remember thinking how long the dream felt in this moment, I recall getting consciously impatient, but I kept going. My eyes couldn't adjust to the nearly invisible-darkness surrounding me so I put my hand against the walls and handrail for guidance and shuffled downward like a blind man without his walking-stick.

Finally, only a moment before the tension would have juddered me awake, I found the door to the bathroom. I opened it up; to my relief there was light. The room was rectangular, on one end was a boxed-shaped shower with fogged glass, on the other end, a toilet. The floor and wall were decorated by the same beige tile - it all looked hastily plastered. I sat down to do my business. At this moment, the ballooning anxiety I had felt outside had dissipated almost entirely. I sat in silence - I remember acknowledging the sheer contrast in volume between the AC-hum in the bathroom to the oppressive roar from the stairwell.

It was good to be sitting there. I remember feeling as though the dream had slowly turned into a nightmare - but consciously, everything felt right again. Nothing happened for a long time. It grew so boring and tame that my mind stopped focusing on the dream entirely, and I began fading into memoryless sleep. And then the lights went out.

At this point, sitting in a darkness even blacker than the one I had just emerged from, not even a hum could be heard. The only noise I could hear, and just barely, was my own brain-matter hitting against the sides of my ears, bellowing a deep subharmonic hum from within my own skull. Suddenly, every semblance of safety was ripped from my chest, and I sat there, feeling in greater danger than I ever had before. I felt a pressure so omniscient that it choked me -- but nothing came, nothing happened. I waited for minutes - minutes where each second could be counted down in scrutinizing specificity, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, and with no presumption, I felt coarse electricity pumping through my chest. I wrangled with myself in my own bed, feeling what felt like infinite pain pass through me. I could feel myself yelling from within the dream through the vibration of my lungs. A cacophonous buzzing bled into my ears as thousands of people screamed from within my skull. The cries of a falling choir ran-through their screams, like angels falling from heaven.

At the very same moment, a body appeared in the shower. It glowed yellow, so bright and irradiated I could hardly look directly at it. It caressed itself, clawing into its body like it was reeling from immeasurable pain. It moved unnaturally, squirming and spasming as if fast-forwarded. The glass blurred its details, but it did nothing to mask its energy. It was as if it held the sun inside of its own stomach. I felt as though an intruder entered my own mind and I had no power to stop it. Just being near it was enough to kill me, and I was already dying.

The wall of sound lasted not even one full-second - and then - a piercing zap shot me up from my bed, and that was it. I can't remember anything past that point, but I assume I went back to bed shortly thereafter, forgetting what had just happened, if only for that one night. I must have had a vapid dream, worthless and memoryless, unknowing that I had just lived a dream so dreadful that it'd stick to my psyche like tar for the rest of my life.

No other dream has ever felt that way since. It was as if a second-soul decided to visit me, a soul stronger and more omnipotent than mine. Surely a dream is just a dream, regardless of the feeling it gives you, but now I go to bed every night, wishing I'll be the only soul residing within its story.

End!!

I love nicole on character.ai

that’s what she said

no i will not apologize for being funny

why is is so big

god i'm so sorry to keep bothering you about this but i looked at the discourse between you and creepy spaghetti guy or whtv their name was and it makes me SO MAD URGH

cuz like. they're the kind of person who can't take any sort of problematic topic in media even if it's portrayed in a negative light and it's like. stop taking everything for what it is??? use your media literacy skills? people who do that always make me wanna rip my fuckin hair out jfc

and then they shamed you for. what??? wanting r34???? as if????? that's a shameful act??????? like yeah i get it it's not suited for work n shit but people can still enjoy it and to shame someone for it is just so. disgustingly puritan imo.

oh and i looked through their blog and they made a blacklist right after your fight and co09 was right at the top of it. because of course it was. AND they called people class of '09 glazers. god i wanted to send them hate anons so bad. BUT it's against my morals to send hate anons + i know for a fact they blocked u so they aren't seeing this <3

you a real one G, it’s good to see i’m not the only one who finds them to be a fucking sub-human chronically online ass-hat. you know what’s funny? after the event i went one my alts & tried to reason with them again to see if i could at least make sure the COMMMUNITY doesn’t get hate, they kept blocking me cause, obviously they would, & then posted a screenshot of every single one of my alts they’ve blocked & put a title that, once again, over exaggerated my words. i got so desperate to keep the community out of my line of fire that i dm’d a friend of there’s to see if they could pass on the message, they assured me the community wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire & that i don’t need to worry. they were much more chill than their friend as well & even complimented me on trying to solve it peacefully.

(+extra: am i the only one that finds the fact that a homestuck fan calling someone else problematic ironic?)

edit: also i have another alt i use just to snoop around silently, so i’ve been keeping up with what they been doin