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Sometimes I think about going outside and making some real friends, but then I remember real people are assholes.
Iβm so fucked up, my emotional support imaginary friends have emotional support imaginary friends.
Things my OCs have said with no context. Part 4.
Me: You and me are going to commit a heist.
Atlas: Do I have any say in this.
Me: No. No you do not.
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Troy: Shut up and eat your cardboard!
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Hayden: Donβt fall in love with the first guy you see.
Connor: you canβt tell me what to do.
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Me: what do you know about advanced environmental science?
Serana: Iβm twelve
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Me: do you have any enemies to lovers movie recommendations?
Troy: Toy Story.
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Connor: *tries to flush furby down the toilet*
Me: what are you doing?
Connor: He needs to pay for his sins.
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Me: Can everyone stop spitting in the milk isle? Itβs a biohazard.
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Connor: maybe the real American Dream was the gay sex we had along the way.
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Atlas: some people wear turtlenecks, but not me. Iβm cool.
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Troy: it tasted like earwax
C.J. How do you know what earwax tastes like?
Troy: donβt act like youβve never tried it.
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Me: Why do I always fall in love with depressed, greasy boys?
Fierro: Are you calling me depressed greasy boy?
Me: Iβm not not calling you that.
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Me: Itβs kind of boring around here if you ignore the seven foot tall shadow monsters that try to murder you in your sleep.
I may have just created an imaginary family because mine is .... Interesting
DAYDREAM
ββThey say a soul with a vivid imagination can live in their own worldβ¦I just never thought id get so lost in mine.ββ - Joud Aburashed
stfu im talking to my fictonal characters π½
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me, music and daydreaming =D
Its my normal
is it normal to live about 2% of your life in reality and the rest in your little mind with your little characters playing out little stories?
That feeling when you have a whole complex universe of ocs in your head but you canβt draw or find the motivation to write so they just stay in your maladaptive daydreams π
If I have nothing I have my imagination
Story concept I've been toying around with:
Maladaptive daydreamer is actually a dimension hopper or something, but the two realities keep blending together in weird ways, and then there is some kind of plot, too.
Totally not inspired by personal experience.
Looking at screenshot posts on Pinterest and I-
I have never considered myself neurodivergent and Iβm a functional person in general (I think)
But maladaptive daydreaming and executive dysfunction are very real for me
I have gone through things beyond your understanding (tiktok getting banned)
I saw the origins of Marlowe Bay. Marlowe Schultz centuries before ventured yet nobody lived in the bay. Nobody. All that remained were just rubble and old carvings of odd beasts. His handwriting grew shakier the longer heβd stay in the bay despite creating a settlementβ¦it wasnβt much of a colony considering that any sign of people there were long gone. Or they all disappeared or died due to the conditions. Bones covered in grime were found too.
He saw βThe Fathomlessβ in the water after falling overboard. He described it as the colorlessness of closing oneβs eyes. That there was nothing that remained and that he could hear only sonorous bellowing creaks. And as time passed he went in the caverns of the coves and he saw somethingβ¦but I only saw him and the primal fear in those gray eyes and the scream I heard before I woke up was haunting. I didnβt see what he saw. Some parts of the area I couldnβt comprehend for some reason so they were just blacked out.
Iβve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dadβs lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything Iβm gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. Thereβs a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborneβs father causing Osborneβs eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dadβs blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.
one minor inconvenience happens
me, immediately going to retract into myself: yes time to indulge in one of my carefully crafted fantasy universes for hours on end and have no contact with anyone π₯°
specifically a sofia coppola one ౨ΰ§
I honestly love vacuuming because like noice canceling headphones blasting music and nice repetitive motions? Yes. The best combination to torment the little people in my brain.
do you guys ever go "i know i was reading a really good fic earlier, i should get back to that!" and open ao3 just to realize ...oh wait. that was a fic i came up with, and was daydreaming about. its not written :(
Ya'll, I really put off The Magnus Archives for a few months, because I KNEW that i would hyperfixate on it. I FUCKING KNEW IT AND HERE WE ARE 3 DAYS IN ! It's now time to maladaptive daydream about me being in the tma universe because THATS ON MENTAL ILLNESS! π€
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