#please read!!!!

Hello! Welcome to my stim / playlist blog! Here, I make stimboards and small playlists based on requests! I go by "Mod Entropy (🌀)" on this blog but you may refer to me as just Entropy or as any of the names listed on my main blog @ciel-c0re !

Rules: - Playlists are restricted to ocs only!! Apologizes!! This might change when I get more experience! Also I will not use songs that have slurs in them!! If I ever do, its an accident and I will remove it if necessary - Anon is on but I would much prefer if you use an "anon" name just so I can add it to the post!! It's not required but preferred so it easier to tag stuff :) i.e. Dante Anon, Cat Lady Anon, Flower Anon, etc - DNI IF: You're racist, NSFW blog, Kink blog a TERF, transmed, a rad fem, an anapro / thinspo supporter, homophobic, transphobic, an lgbtq exclusionist, xenophobic, a littlespace / MAP, anti-anti / proshipper, "anyone can interact" blogs, demonise DID / OSDD systems, are a bi/pan lesbian or a bi/pan gay or support anything of the sort!!

- If a blog reblogs a post, or if I use gifs / material from a blog that fits my DNI criteria or is obscenely problematic, please send me an ask saying so!! I don't want to accidentally support people who should not be supported

_______________________ Specialties:

- HLVRAI related stim boards

- Omori related stim boards

- Sciencecore / Internetcore

- Portal / Half Life related stim boards

- Wii / DS / Lowpoly stim boards What I will NOT do:

- Anything related to my DNI list

- Add gifs with IRL bugs in them <3 sorry aaa they make me uncomfy

- Voltron

- Anything related to IRL people

- Country Humans

- Hetalia

- Yandere Sim

- TPN / The Promised Neverland (its a trigger for me)

- Heathers Remake (musical / film is fine!! Just not the series)

- Killing / Stalking

- IDV (again, trigger)

- DNF / Dreamnotfound

- GLaD0S x Wheatly (the ship, individual characters are A-OK!)

- Dream / Schlatt / A6D (other Dreamsmp characters are fine!!! No issues there)

- Enstars (trigger)

- Any stim boards about Chiaki Nanami (partial trigger but other danganronpa characters are fine!)

- FNF / Any mods related to such (it's something I'm not entirely sure on atm?? so i might remove this rule if I can make up my mind)

- Anything related to Vivziepop (i.e. Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, etc)

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List will be updated as time goes on but remember this: I have the right to refuse or delete a request if it makes me feel uncomfortable or doesn't follow the guidelines set out here. If it is not listed here yet still makes me uncomfy, I will either respond to the ask with a reason or I will simply delete it and add it to my list. If I don't respond, it might also be because I'm busy!! So don't be afraid!!

Summary: Taking place 8 years after Supernova, Maggie and Max are in Grade 12. I wrote the basic plot points in this post. Maggie and Max are the main ship, but you see glimpses of Nodrian, Osby and Danissa. There is the whole Artino Sister Reveal™. There is a fun fight scene in chapter 5. The villain is the head of some big drug cartel thing. I wrote some parallels between them and Nodrian just for the fun of it. Basically, PLEASE READ. [AO3 Link]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 

Chapter 12 

Chapter 13 

(Tbh I couldn't think of a name for the fic, but here is what it will be till I find a better one.)

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Virgil remembers the day his mother died clearly. He and his older brother, Remy, were heading home from school, walking since they literally lived right next to it.

Virgil remembers opening the door and nothing but silence greeting them. Absolute silence.

In all honesty that should have been their first clue that something was wrong. There was always sound in their home. Whether is be the shuffling of feet and items as their mom cleaned, or the soft scratches, swishes and mechanic whirls from her making another piece of art or clothing. None of this could be heard that fateful winter day.

"Mom?" Virgil had called out, worried. Even Remy was uncharacteristically quiet.

The two children had entered the house slowly, as if afraid to disturb the silence for fear of it swallowing them up. They noticed things disturbed from their normal place. Broken picture frames, things smashed, and weird cut marks in the walls that looked like they came from claws. The 7 and 9 year olds began to huddle together, seeking comfort in one another as they headed to the living room.

Virgil remembers smelling a horrid, metallic smell along with something that smelled like rotten eggs as they drew closer to the living room.

........That's where they found her. Their loving, kind, always smiling mother.....lying on the floor in a pool of blood, a bloody hole where her heart should be.

Virgil remembers screaming, the image of his mother's lifeless golden eyes staring at the ceiling burning into his head.

Unfortunately things go fuzz for him here. 'Shock' the doctors had called it later. Virgil can vaguely recall his brother Remy calling 911.... but virgil couldn't look away, wishing with all his might that his mother would get up, tell him that it was ok.....

.....She never did......

That was 4 years ago.... Since then he had been separated from his brother and placed into foster home after foster home. Weird things kept following him no matter where he went. And now, at 11, he knew he was cursed. That was the only explanation.

He thought his life couldn't ever get better.... Untill he received a strange letter that would change everything. This is Virgil Knights story of how he became

A WIZARD!

@nil-the-glitch (the beginning of the fic you inspired :D )

this is going to get kind of long so i’ll try my best to shorten it. 

Peter Parker x Reader (friendship)

Summary: Reader is prone to panic attacks when it comes to academics and Peter is the only one that is able to calm her down.

(word count: 709)

You sat at your desk staring at the array of books around you, though the words were just smudges by now. Finals were coming up in your high school and you were, well I guess you could call it, a little stressed out. If by little you meant teetering on the edge of a breakdown. You took in a rattling breath and that was when the tears started to fall. You weren’t going to remember this, that would be mericale work if you did.

Why were finals in high school so important? Well, that goes into your family life. Divorced parents, both obsessed with athletics. A brother that went to state twice with his baseball team, and almost to state twice with his basketball team, and it was only his junior year at the beginning of basketball season. Your cousins, all sports fanatics. Then, then, there was you… you loved to read, and paint, and draw, and loved drama club. You weren’t athletic, yet that was the most important thing to your parents, to your entire family. You getting A’s was the only way to earn a little praise and not be outshone by your brother -- who usually got A’s and B’s (God! He was perfect in that way too).

You fought to keep studying through the tears, but once the headache started you picked up your phone. There was only one person who could really help you. Your mom wouldn’t help in anyway, she would probably end up screaming at you for crying over nothing. You sent a text to your only friend.

[Y/N]: Hey…

It was only a few seconds for a reply, that’s what you loved about Peter, he could be doing something really important and still text you back within minutes.

Pete: Hey, what’s up?

[Y/N]: Just… studying… can you come over? 

You made the question blatant that something was wrong. You never asked him to come over, it was always ‘Hey, get you’re nerd ass over here and hang out.’ or something along the lines. Before the reply, you knew it was most likely an of course, you threw the phone onto your bed. Grabbing the Ibuprofen bottle -- you always had one stashed somewhere in your room -- and water bottle, you took two tablets and wiped your eyes.

You shoved the books away and switched to note packets, not that the result of it would be different and poured over them, waiting for Parker to get there. It didn’t take long for a full blown panic attack to swing into effect, though.

You couldn’t breath, like a hot metal fist was gripping your lungs, burning and cutting off air. The headache was pounding now and tears stung your eyes as you just doubled over, waiting for it to end. None of the stupid tricks worked when you were this far gone. Not the slowed breathing, not the grounding, nothing. You just let airless sobs rake your body until you felt arms around you.

Peter must have climbed through the window via the fire escape. He rubbed your back as you sobbed talking to you in a quiet voice about nonsense. About movies, and books, telling you cheesy jokes, and about Aunt May, and everything and anything that would make you smile or choke out a laugh. After about forty-five minutes of this you were calmed enough to sit up and wipe your eyes.

“You okay?” He asked as you studied his face. He had a black eye and a cut on his forehead.

“Did Flash…” You asked in an airy voice, trying to distract yourself from thinking about the attack that just happened.

“That’s not important,” He hugged you, tight to him. You started to calm down even more than before, his steady breathing steadied your own. His scent made your mind go clear of worries, everything about him soothed you. “You’re okay, right.” You hummed and nodded, but pulled him closer nonetheless.

“You know this stuff,” He started to assure you, he kept saying it over and over in a gentle tone. Eventually it lulled you to the point you were almost sleeping. Without a word he picked you up and put you in your bed, crossing to the window and climbing out.