Hiii I'm Anya- 25, more of a Thing than any kind of gender, and Psychotic.

I'm a little shy and paranoid by nature- please do not take it too personally. I love cartoon violence, drawing pictures, blood and gore, and having a good silly time :) AND MEAT, OF COURSE!!! Red Meat all the wayyyy, especially sweet reds. Buffalo, Beef, Salmon (Raw and Cooked), Tuna (Raw), Duck, and Eel are my favorite all around. I really want to eat Deer and Rabbit someday soon...horse...and liver!!!!!!!

Favorite GamesPostal 1+2+BD, GTA 4+5, VTMB, Fallout 1+2+NV, Yume Nikki + .flow, LISA Series, Fear and Hunger 1+2, Silent Hill 2+4, The Elder Scrolls 3+4+5, The Forest, Bloodborne, Armored Core 1, Elden Ring
Favorite MoviesUS, The Menu, Tucker and Dale vs Evil, Poor Things, The Shape of Water, The Princess Bride
Favorite ShowsThe Venture Brothers, IASIP, BCS
Favorite LiteratureHouse of Leaves, Fullmetal Alchemist, Golden Kamuy, JTHM
Favorite Misc. MediaGemini Home Entertainment, Local 58, The Mystery Flesh Pit, The Oldest View, MyHouse.WAD, Old Commercial Archivals

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12/25/2025

This Summer/Autumn, my bestie put on the Postal Movie, Dog Gone (2003), The Wicker Man (1973), Don't Blink, and Austin Powers 1 + 2 for me. (Half of 2, to be more honest, as I genuinely couldn't stand sitting through it.) When I got home, he streamed Funny Games (2007) for us as well. I quite liked that one. I can't get over how cruel it felt, especially with how strung along it has you through the almost daunting runtime. Really added to the overall atmosphere in the end, though, which made me smile. Some movies are too long, this one felt right enough.

We watched some Christmas movies too- Santa Claus is Comin' To Town, and A Year Without Santa Claus. Out of the Rankin Bass Christmas movies, I think I still prefer Rudolph...I want to find time to put ELF on, too. It doesn't get any better than that.

12/29/2025

ANOTHER movie bestie and I watched this Summer was "Army Of The Doomstar". After sitting with it and digesting it for a while, I've decided I'm still pissed off. Spoiler warninnnng!!!! It was just "Nathan learns to take rejection The Movie". I understand that the studio was doing what they could while working with a show canceled before its time was over, but...it was so lacking in any character that wasn't Nathan. Even with William getting a more prominent role, it still felt...ughhhh. It's not Dethklok unless everyone has something important and to the front going on. AND WHAT ABOUT CHARLESSSSSSS. We barely saw any of him either.

The ending was so abrupt in my opinion as WELL. I would have liked to have seen...maybe even a little slideshow in the coredits, or before, showing what the band was getting up to in the aftermath? No back to the books? No trying to fix shit up montage? No Charles interacting more with the five dudes that are his LIFE? Ugh I have little positive to say other than the animation looked nice. Not even the Klokpra added enough subtance in there for me to feel satisfied.

1/11/2026

I don't understand the desire to be around others while high, let alone actively seek it out. I only start truly freaking when I remember people are there and able to look me in the eye or look at me. I simply need to run and hide and be alone and not be seen, taken in, or percieved. That's not to say I still don't spend time with friends while in such a state, but in most cases it is a standard that I be alone no matter how scared I get or how I start hallucinating. Godspeed to you who do it socially, and a lovely kiss to those who understand my plight.

12/12/2025

The other night, I dreamt I had a parasite. One of my worst fears, really, and it was vivid...I was angry. In a nonstop meltdown. I remember going around the house and punching holes in the drywall. Nobody would help me- I couldn't get help from the hospital, or doctor, and the only other response I'd recieve was a sarcastic "Go to the vet". Nothing would calm or cure me, and I was simply stuck with the reality and literal fallout of it all.

12/19/2025

I had my first gore dream when I was around...11/12? Sixth Grade is a better jumping off point. I was sleeping on my dad's couch for the weekend, which I think really added to the jarring effect of it all. I was running around the empty halls of my middle school, with the only other occupants being the three wild wolves chasing me down the tile. I was almost cornered, before I lept off into a gaping chasm at one of the classroom doors. I fell down- not far, but far enough for it to be a sizeable pit. I landed in the cushion of an almost skin-like hammock. Red, frayed, thin flesh hung off of various hooks in a canopy fashion. I'd escaped the wolves, at the cost of being stuck up there. The rest of the pit was filled to the brim with more chunks and wads of flesh, blood smeared and dripping all about.

I don't recall any other prominent gore dreams up until the age of 17, when I had been newly prescribed some prozac.

12/23/2025

Consistently, within the past few years, I've had vivid dreams wherein I'm dying. It's vivid as most things are. The initial burst of fear and adrenaline. The impact, the fight, the overwhelming peace and euphira as everything goes black and finally, finally. Fades away. Last night, I was caught on a stairwell during an extreme earthquake. I couldn't move my body at all, the force of the quakes pretty much paralyzed me. Two other people were close enough to collapse in a small pile with me shortly after it all started. The heavy concrete and tile roof came crumbling down onto us. I couldn't lift my arms to protect my head in time. I could feel the rubble and chunks hitting me. I felt myself dying in slow motion, and for the first time since these dreams started, I fought for life. I didn't succumb easily. The dark end wasn't as appealing anymore. It scares me more than the euphoric acceptance. I don't really like it.

12/28/2025

I used to have a reocurring dream about cloudly fishtanks. Sometimes it was bowls, whole aquariums, or all three. Sometimes a few large tanks at home, bowls stuffed into the cabinets beneath, or a fishery shop with labyrinthine interiors. Maybe the winding back halls of an aquarium. Sometimes a lonely bowl in a forgotten spare room or closet. Either way, what's inside is never nice. I can never see inside them, as they're always overgrown with plants, algae, scum and dirt and debris. I seem to struggle on finding out what's inside every time. Dream me always has this deep sense of dread, and that whatever's grown in the water since being forgotten isn't natural to what anyone knows.

Maybe one day I'll have that dream again, and I'll finally peek inside. I haven't had one for some noticable time now.