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farolero-posting · 6 months

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Memory

Clover-covered journal

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My first memory comes from a day I picked a black clover from the ground and brought it home. My mother put the plant between the pages of a thick book; later on I found out it was a way to dry and preserve it.

I wonder what Rue's first memory is. I wonder what Cedric will consider his first memory as well.

I wonder what the last event worth remembering will be. Denial and grief won't let me write her name, but I hope she rests in peace. I hope I can tell Cedric about his mother one day.

#the author #cedric #rue #drabble #fic #my writing #clover-covered journal #hm. this one is an odd one but i like it #its also kinda ambiguous #its kinda hard to think about early like cedric heehee #well. he had to come from somewhere doesnt he #and yes i am not giving her a name. at least not yet.

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sadkois · 11 months

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thinkin about the animatic trilogy i wanna do with nishki

#i will do it one day u guys. and itll be great #i say trilogy cause itd be 3 videos with 3 completely different songs. but they are like continuation of each other?#i h ave a lot more animatic ideas with nish but this one i especially really wanna do #first two videos are canon events #with some added stuff :)#but the third one is all canon divergence... an au even i guess #but i think itll flow very nicely #i need to do this. i have to do it.#delete la ter #also one of the songs is super obvious lmao... i feel like it is in every nish playlist. the first one is kinda too actually #but not as much as the third one.#now the second one. i dont think its obvious but yea lmao #look at me bein super ambiguous about all of this #ps. i feel the need to clarify every single part of these videos is already planned. is just the. drawin part that is hard haha #and the havin time to do it part. hAHA

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whataduck · 7 months

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ostober: black moonlight

a bit more of a low effort one because then i can actually catch up which i now have! yippee

#rain world #rainworld #abyssdoodl #rw slugcat #i mean its supposed to be survivor but yet again the colors make it very ambiguous so it could also just be any other slug #just realized ive forgotten to add some kinda img desc for all of them so now i have to go back and do that :')

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grimalkinmessor · 8 months

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Sweets with afofa ♡

We did horror last time, so let's do something a little fluffier this time :3 (It's more hurt/comfort but what can you do with these two really)

AFOFA/???/Sweets

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Yoichi crouches on the stairs of a decrepit apartment building, hiding half behind the railing as he waits to hear a familiar set of footsteps. He's a little sore from holding his position so long, but there's truly no other way.

He hears a door open somewhere below, and he holds his breath on instinct.

Footsteps, quick and heavy, begin tramping up the stairs towards him. The ones he's been waiting for. Yoichi goes deathly still. He waits ever so patiently until the footsteps are just around the corner—

"BOO!" Yoichi shouts, launching himself out from around the corner in a flurry of white sheets. He finds himself caught around the middle fairly quickly, hefted off the ground and twisted upside down in a quick, inhuman movement.

Yoichi yelps, his sheet falling off and his shirt draping into his face. He looks up at his brother with a pout, hair swaying just a few centimeters off the ground. Takashi smirks down at him. "Nice try."

"You're no fun," Yoichi complains, squirming in Takashi's grasp. Takashi is nineteen now, and he's already unfairly tall—hanging upside down so far off the ground is making Yoichi dizzy. "Put me down!" He flails.

"What are you all dressed up for?" Takashi prods, ignoring Yoichi's request and spinning him in a circle just to make him squeal. "Aren't you getting a little too old for ghost stories?"

"You're never too old for ghost stories," Yoichi proclaims, wiggling harder. "Besides, it's Halloween! I know you didn't forget; it's your favorite holiday."

"I don't have a favorite holiday," Takashi sniffs.

Yoichi gives him a deadpan look, which really isn't as effective as it would be right side up. "Uh huh. Just like you don't have a favorite color."

Takashi's ears turn pink, but he scoffs. He heaves Yoichi up and around, practically flipping him over his arm to set him gently on his feet. Dizzy, Yoichi stumbles and falls onto his butt with a soft 'oof!'. Takashi drops the fallen sheet back over Yoichi's head, deliberately setting the eyeholes backward so Yoichi sputters, blinded. "Espèce de jolie et déraisonnable chose... What exactly was your plan, hm? Scare your one and only brother down the stairs so you can become the sole heir to the Shigaraki fortune?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who gives off Count Olaf vibes," Yoichi retorts, pulling the sheet around so he can stick his tongue out of one of the eyeholes. "I still can't believe you laughed when their Aunt got eaten by leeches."

"It was funny!" Takashi insists indignantly.

Pulling off the sheet, Yoichi shakes his hair out of his eyes and smiles. "Besides, you're too late. My plan has already been enacted!"

Takashi raises an eyebrow at him, watching curiously as Yoichi scrambles to his feet and darts back around the corner of the stairs to retrieve his prize. This building is old and grimey, barely up to maintenance code, but their apartment is the sole one on the top floor, so they have it all to themselves. It's their first real, legally obtained home.

Grinning to himself, Yoichi pokes his head back around the corner and demands, "Okay, close your eyes."

Takashi closes them—

"And no using a metapower to peek!"

He groans, shoving his hands in his coat pockets and scrunching up his nose. Yoichi giggles.

Sidling up in front of his brother, Yoichi peers at him, just to be sure, before stealing one of his hands from his jacket and pushing a plastic handle into it. "Okay, now look."

Takashi opens his eyes, immediately zeroing in on the orange bucket in his hand. His brow knits, and he yanks the bucket close to his face, audibly jostling the candy inside. Eyes snapping up to meet Yoichi's, Takashi demands, "Where did you get this?"

"I went trick-or-treating!" Yoichi bounces on his heels a little, enthused. "I know you've never taken me because it's too dangerous but you always bring home candy for me on Halloween, and I wanted to give you some for once. I tried to get a lot of chocolate because I know you like ch—"

A hand clamps down over his mouth, an arm cinched tight around his waist as his brother hauls him up and practically teleports them into their apartment, slamming the door shut and pressing Yoichi against it. Furious crimson eyes glare down at him, and Yoichi is bewildered, his gut churning with sudden unease. This is...not the reaction he was hoping for.

"I've told you not to go outside without me!" Takashi hisses, his forehead pressed to Yoichi's as he holds Yoichi's thin wrists tightly, like he might try to run. "You know how dangerous it is out there with the political situation the way it is—what if someone saw you? What if they had called the police and I had to come home to an empty house because you got sent to one of the damn camps!?"

"No one saw me!" Yoichi protests, pushing back against the instinctive urge to make himself smaller. Takashi isn't usually one to swear; he's been breaking the habit for the past few years. It's only when he's really angry that it bleeds back into his vocabulary. "I was really careful, and I used a full body costume so no one could see my hair or eyes! I'm not stupid—"

"I beg to differ when you pull stupid shit like this," Takashi snaps back.

Indignant, eyes tearing up, Yoichi rears back and shouts, "I can't do anything! Everything I do is useless and stupid to you! I try to do something nice for you, to give you the same thing you've given me just once, and you can't even—I can't...I can't even..."

Takashi blinks.

Yoichi turns his head away, sniffling. He hates how easily he cries, how any sort of negative emotion has his eyes watering and his throat closing up. It's awful, and just one more thing that makes him difficult to deal with. Takashi says he gets it from their mother.

Yanking his wrists out of Takashi's grip, Yoichi buries his face in his hands, frustrated. "You give me...everything, Takashi. You've always given me everything I could ever need or-or want, but I can't do the same for you and I hate it. I hate that I can't do anything for you, I hate that I just sit here and struggle to even breathe by myself while you're off doing things that are actually important. I just wanted to show you that I can do things! That I can give you things too, because I love you and I don't want you to think that I don't because then you'll just get sick of me one day—"

"Hé, hé—ne pleure pas, trésor," Takashi blurts, dropping to his knees on the floor so he can hold Yoichi's arms again, pulling them away from his face. Brow furrowed, Takashi gently brushes away Yoichi's tears with his thumbs. "Where's all this coming from? Yoichi, you know I could never get sick of you. Hey—look at me."

Yoichi doesn't want to. His surprise has been ruined and now he's made a fool of himself. Takashi doesn't give him much choice, however, because he cups Yoichi's jaw and turns his face to meet his eyes. Takashi searches his face intently, looking a cross between bewildered and amused. He pets his thumb down Yoichi's pulse before drawing him into a hug. "I'll never get sick of you. And I'll never, ever leave you—I promise you that."

"But I'm—" Yoichi starts, a thousand ways to finish that sentence flashing through his mind. Sick. Frail. A burden. Useless. Deadweight.

"My one and only little brother," Takashi interrupts, carding his hand through Yoichi's hair. "My family. Mon coeur. And I don't need anything else from you other than for you to be here; alive, where I can hold you."

Yoichi buries his face in Takashi's shoulder, hands fisting in his brother's thrifted black trench coat. He smells like dying embers and ozone and the most caustic types of sugar. Yoichi closes his eyes but doesn't say anything, unable to quite make himself believe it.

Sighing, Takashi shifts back and plops down on the floor, taking Yoichi with him. Then he hauls the plastic candy bucket between them, the poor orange pumpkin trapped, squished, between their arms.

Rifling through Yoichi's haul, Takashi fishes out a king sized Hershey bar and tears off the top of the wrapper with his teeth. Then, when half the bar is bare, Takashi waves it temptingly in front of Yoichi's sullen face. "Share it with me?"

Yoichi can't help the wobbly smile that tugs at his lips then, rolling his eyes. After a moment, he nods. Takashi snaps the bar in half and hands a piece to Yoichi, still half wrapped around him on the floor. They eat their chocolate together, before dividing the rest up between them as they always do.

It's nice. It's sweet.

"But really, Yoichi. If you do something dumb like that again, I'm going to start locking you in a dog crate before I head to work in the mornings."

....That's...about what he expected.

#spooky prompts #afofa #asks #anonymous #fluff 💕#sorta lmao #bnha #boku no hero academia #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #first one for all holder #all for first #its kinda ambiguous here??#but like also the subtext is very much There™#especially whenever afo...speaks #its practically text #this doesnt have ominous undertones if you take it at face value and not in the context of canon :D #grim scribbles

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cardworksartblog · 1 year

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Last night, I heard your terrifying howling. I felt the earth tremble, as if to shake me awake as you let loose the enchanting song of demise you sing when you catch someone in your woods.

It was followed by the townsfolk pounding at my door in a panic. A child had stumbled into your woods at sunset, and had yet to return now at midnight.

Your howling had convinced the useless brutes who guarded the village that you'd claimed the child as a casualty in your forest, but the villagers had managed to convince them to let me investigate first.

Thank the sun they had.

As I ran down the path to the fields, I saw you in the moonlight. In the middle of the wheat field, standing, with a dove pale as the purest white paints in your jaws. The brutish guards had followed me, and panicked, readying arrows and shouting for the rest of the village as I ran toward you.

Then, the child peeked out from behind your hulking form, looking up sleepily as if they were not standing by wilderness incarnate. The villagers chastised the brutes angrily, the child's mother running down yelling for them as your gaze pierced straight through me.

Toward the brutes.

You dropped the dove into my hands, black ichor staining my palms as you turned and nudged the child forward into their mother's embrace. When their mother asked the child why they'd taken so long to come back with you, they'd told her that something bad had tried to eat them after they got lost.

But then the angel, the child had pointed up at you with wonder in their eyes, had saved them. You glared at the brutes, and I shared your baleful gaze. Their disrespect would not have been tolerated if the child had not been present.

You bow and snort playfully at the child as a farewell, taking the dove in my hands back into your jaws before running off back to the forest. Your home.

I help the child's mother up from the ground, and carry the child up the hill. They're tired, it's past their bedtime. The brutes stare at me incredulously as I glower at them while walking past.

I spend the night awake after that. The scentless ichor that dripped from the dove's wounds, the visceral unsettlement I'd felt while holding it, how its figure had shifted unnaturally in my hands and your jaws keeping me from resting.

That was an angel. They'd sent an angel to kill that child in your forest.

Such a tiny child, incapable of doing any wrong, and yet they'd been all too willing to sacrifice them to instil the fear of the wild, the fear of you, back inside this village. After all the good you'd done, the successful hunts you'd sanctioned in the hunting grounds of your home....

I grasped my bone-steel knife you'd made for me after I'd helped you bury one of your kin, infused with your very power and strength. It's stayed under my floorboards for months now, I've not had the heart to use it. I felt as if any usage of it would be of disrespect to you.

But now, as I steel myself and begin gathering salt, candles and half of my money from where I store it? As fury burns inside of me like a pyre at the utter guts they had to try and kill one of my own to prove naught but a silly little argument that they were too stubborn to admit they were wrong about?

I feel a wild energy pulse through the knife as I stare out my window, gritting my teeth as I think of plunging the knife I clutch in my hand into the chest of a bastard who ruined my life before and seeks to do it again. I think of watching as black ichor streams out of their wounds as you and I raid their sacred halls of false innocence and purity.

This use for our knife is a compliment to you.

#Cardwork Poetry #not rw #tags from last poetry thing still stand btw #no romantic intentions here it is Purely like. me thinking about Myself and how I Am and using this to communicate that #and as such the Guy and the Beast are both technically Me. They are both Me and its weird but they're kinda like siblings #so. yea :3c #this is related to the last writing thing btw!! a bit of a darker thing but yk #writing #writers on tumblr #btw if you get the lil reference to lead poisoning i put in here ily <33 it was intentional.#ALSO ok ok last part but. its meant to be ambiguous whether or not the people who Sent the angel are like.#religious people or just straight up A God and their archangels. like it can be read either way bc it doesnt matter #since the Dude is gonna fucking kill them anyways <3

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altruistic-meme · 10 months

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we may be feeling brain power?? just a smidgen??? shall we attempt to take control of it for a moment???

#we shall #and i already know im gonna poke at one of my capri ideas but the question is; which one #kinda want to poke the 'fail one night stand' idea..... it's the only real modern au i have.....#tho theres another that is. kinda modern? i mean laurent is modern. its time travel tho so most of the actual story takes place in the past #i may work on that one to since i have to write 2 separate histories for akielos in that fic dskghkhdg #that one is a sad/ambiguous ending tho :(#it'll be my first time actually writing one of those #('swaying as the room burned down' doesn't count since it's canon-compliant and the ending is known)#also wow i really haven't written anything since february?????? tf #anyway the biggest problem with all my capri ideas is that they are all meant for much longer fics #and none of them are oneshot-length ideas ;;;#oh well #maybe i can just write a long-shot?#we shall see #in which case..... not the time travel one #and probably not the failed one night stand.......#maybe one of the canon divergence aus?#let's see....#shh ac

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ilexdiapason · 1 year

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everyonemust read this immediately by the way. grey greyquills saw 3rd life ren and martyn and said is anyone gonna put the tragedy of predestination into that and then did it without waiting for an answer

#its kinda ambiguous so the /p renchanting ppl and the /r treebark ppl can both enjoy ^_^#and you must all leave kudos and comemnts also. because. i love grey greyquills a lot

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unganseylike · 5 months

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no one wanted to talk about adsom spinoff which is fair. but i just want to mention. why does ve shwab have to constantly talk about her characters’ curly hair. like listen i get it. shes writing her ethnically ambiguous characters and gotta tell me they have curly hair. fair enough, throw that in their first descriptor. but why at least twice in every chapter . please.

#this is the new freckles in addie larue to me.#Like i actually do think its fine to say it once or twice. id be like ok got it this characters got curly hair👍🏼#but i seriously do not think in their own narration the characters are thinking to themselves #‘i flipped my curls over my shoulder….my curls are messy….i put my curls in a bun’#girl just say hair!!!!!#sorry if this is indeed what people w curly hair think in their internal narration #but i kinda doubt it.#there were other thoughts i have about the book but again #like addie larues freckles that was my major takeaway #(oh and if it wasnt clear. was also criticising her inability to define her host of ethnically ambiguous characters)

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science-lings · 2 years

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I just watched a longform essay video on Nintendo and their subtle inclusions of gender/queer stuff and it reignited my love for how botw had very quiet but very meaningful takes in it that I as a queer person really enjoyed. Link was made to be androgynous and he was made with both masculine and feminine features in mind and he doesn’t react negatively to wearing the Gerudo Vai clothes and the world around him never reacts negatively to that kind of thing either. The Gerudo women who know he’s a Voe are pretty chill about it just as long as he keeps his pretty outfit on, Bolson is still depicted as being highly skilled with his flamboyance not being turned into a joke. The big bad guy in the game is literally just ‘the embodiment of hatred’ and the survivors of it are generally super accepting and kind. It’s a game literally about defeating hatred and you do so with the least toxically masculine little guy ever.

Also several comments under the video had good takes on BotW Link being a nonbinary lesbian and I literally thought I was the only one who got those vibes so it was kinda neat to see people talk about those kinds of things without being immediately ridiculed. There was also a lot of trans people saying how Link was the titular character that made them be like ‘huh... that’s some nice gender... I want one like that’ and to me thats just... so good... I love how queer people saw this little blonde elf and they just knew.

#Link and Zelda are both queer icons and my love for them is unquantifiable #Link is just the peak protagonist #theres also the thing about zelda games not having anything more than tiny hints of romance that made it a safe kind of place for the gays #botw #its kinda funny seeing the hardcore cishet gamerbros trying to rationalize that Link is in any way cishet #idk i just really like how Link was designed and how most people ive interacted with see him as ambiguously queer #at worst hes cishet but pretty violently not toxically masculine #i could go on for hours i should stop...

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bmpmp3 · 7 months

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(falls to the floor holding my head in my hands) i can't keep making all my ocs the same vaguely eastern european vaguely indo carribean mixed race guy i cant keep doing this

(looks up. eyes glowing red. levitating with unknown power) or can i..................................................

#sorry to be mixed on main again but im working on some rough draft ocs. i saw myself making the same dude again. i keep making him.#i know as a kid with a combination of the classic mixed kid feelings of alienation as well as being really really into cartoons #i vowed to myself that I SHALL make all the mixed race cartoon characters since i wasnt seeing much in the cartoons i loved #it was a little dire in like 2008 when i vowed this. its less dire now #maybe i can rest.....or maybe not...maybe its still more dire than i think............#im in an interesting place rn living in a somewhat diverse area attending a pretty multicultural university so i got used to #kind of blending into the crowd but recently i was in an art history class. like one of the first i had been in person in years #(you know how it is) and outside of my vaguely ambiguous situation there was like one other non white person #and everyone else was white. and it became very apparent how white the class was very quickly because as art history students #race is kinda like. a big thing in visual culture studies HJKFKJLSDJD and like they meant well but it was getting a little dire because #so many of my white peers kept centering whiteness and white discomfort in like every discussion or brushing past the topic entirely #im biased because race is one of my main interests in art history but MAN i was like. oh god. i need to. intervene #gotta be more annoying about being mixed race in class. rolls up sleeves #gotta bring up every uncomfortable topic about representation and perception and power and dehumanization and intersectionality that i can #because no one else but me the other student of colour and the professors even think about it orz #sorry i know its obvious but sometimes it doesnt quite hit me that like. oh god. do white people really not think about any of this?#at all? unless its brought up? not even a little bit? i dunno its just kinda alien to me orz but i shall keep going #i shall continue on with my deep interest in orientalism within art history and its impacts we see daily #and also making the same guy in my funny little cartoons DJSKHJKSJFKD #(jkjkjk i dont JUST make that same vaguely beige guy. i also make a bunch of other guys. who are also mostly all multiracial too HGKJDHJFR)#(its what i do. its what i do)

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epicfirestormer · 2 years

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Me watching the episode “Exposed” for the first time as a kid: haha Rex wants the news station to give him attention

Me rewatching that episode now, coming to the realization that the reason Rex wants so much attention from the camera crew is because he’s been disregarded so many times in his life as nothing more than a weapon and has never received any attention from other people besides Holiday and Six that aren’t negative for so long, which also explains why he’s such a people-pleaser, since he just wants positive attention and be accepted outside of just being a literal weapon:

#everyday I think about the implications of Rex living in Providence #and how ridiculously fucked up it was for a literal child to be there #ah the moral ambiguity of Generator Rex will forever make me lose it #its so goddamn interesting #honestly if it weren’t for the fact that Rex was an EVO id like to think CPS would have Providence’s head by now #its kinda like an X-Men thing but worse since no one out there is really fighting for like EVOs rights as living breathing creatures #the majority of people just accepts the fact that these things are just monster and nothing more #not to say that there aren’t people out there who care about EVOs #there was that one group who kept freeing wild EVOs but that’s also another side of the coin really #they were causing more problems because those EVO were kept locked up for a reason #they’re dangerous and having them out in the wild would be recklessly stupid #characters like Hunter Cain are people who don’t think EVOs deserve to live #meanwhile there also people who would free wild and dangerous EVOs who could definitely kill a human #its just. so nuance and it makes me want to go feral #Providence does so much dehumanization its kinda ridiculous #its fucked up but thats what makes it so compelling for me #maybe I *should* write an essay on this show at some point #generator rex #the fire burns #rex salazar

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phaedraismyusername · 1 year

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It's possible that this recommendation works for my brain only but if you have a deep love for everything that Like Real People Do by Hozier brings to the table then Follow Me to Ground by Sue Rainsford might be a book for you