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 meats all around. I really want to eat Deer and Rabbit someday soon...

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.

Sheilaaaa sitting sassy!

She's looking so sweeties and babydoll here and I like how she and Rusty can, despite it all, have some amicable conversation.

I adore Sheila's showy and cutsey outfits, but it also feels nice seeing her in a snappy suit. I like how she's locked more into business mode in this episode, as opposed to the all-out larping.

She's so fucking funny for "Lady Au Pair and her Murderous Moppets". I cannot get over how clever and punny she is- especially having been the one to propose the 'regal' note to add alongside Malcom's whole Monarch theme.

Here's a few pictures of Mr and Mrs Monarch together because they're so cute...

The foot lift while she kisses himmm AUUUUUGGHHHHHH

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I love it when they larp together.

My Favorite ♥

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. I feel hopeful for it and I hate it.