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#lil is a sap
mihrsuri · 4 months
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I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.
Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.
This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.
To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather
@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.
And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.
To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.
@jkthinkythoughts <333333.
@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.
@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META
@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.
@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)
@anhaga @goshawke @beatrice-otter @alexseanchai <333333
Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.
@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.
@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.
@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.
To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.
To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.
And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it’s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.
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fire-lizard-ro · 9 days
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Ah yes. I've come to inquire about a certain blond fellow with the pretty eyes. Aventurine
So here's my bit. Reader is going through a break up with Aventurine and then they make up. I'm writing this while attention (females perspective)is playing in my mind. Maybe you could like incorporate it into the ask. Because I'm thinking in a way that the reader is trying to get Aventurines attention whilst keeping him at a distance. Sor of cat and mouse. And he's buying into it though he's much prefer without the sneakiness.
Also I hope this asks finds you in good spirits and a joyful mood. Caio.
Okay, okay- I have no clue what attention is. A song? I’m not good at this game help-
Anyways I will try my best.
Thank you sm for the ask. 🫶
I really do love this twinky little blond man and I’m happy to be writing about him.
It’s like two in the morning rn and I’m rambling here to distract myself from things. ANY!!! WAYS!!!
No gender is mentioned for the reader.
CW: exactly one (1) 2.1 spoiler (Aventurine’s real name- It’s at the very end), break up-make up time, mild angst bc ofc there is it’s Aventurine, hurt/comfort, happy ending hehe 🫶
Writing under the cut (SFW):
You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a certain someone’s nickname flashing across your screen. Right on time.
Though you supposed he knew what you were doing. After all, Aventurine is smart. Even if he didn’t realize it right away, he had to know by now.
You picked up the phone.
“Well hello, stranger. To what do I owe the honor?” It was hard to keep the sly lilt and inflection out of your voice when you knew he was definitely gripping his phone tightly on the other end of the line.
“I’m sure you know, dear. You’re slick but not that slick. You’ll have to do better than that to outplay me,” Aventurine said, his voice still fixed in that unhurried cadence and unbothered tone like usual despite the situation.
You rested your cheek on a hand and leaned back in your seat with a smile. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. In any case, it’s a bit odd of you to call me. After all, we did break up. You remember that, I’m sure.”
You could practically hear the leather of his gloves crunching (is it crunching I forgot-) as he clenched a fist, keeping hold of his restraint.
The two of you had been dancing around each other like cat and mouse. Though at this point, who was the cat and who was the mouse was anyone’s guess.
Despite having gotten to the point of breaking up, you ended up missing him a lot. And thus you began the dance only to find his hand already waiting for you. It was unspoken that you both wanted the same thing. But every time he drew closer, you’d pull back. A frustrating back and forth that seemed to confuse him. Aventurine was sure you wanted him back. And yet you never let the cat finally catch his prey. Why? He didn’t get it.
“Oh sweetheart- Let’s not keep pretending, yes? I know you’ve been trying to catch my attention. You can’t hide your intentions.”
“Seems it’s working, then.”
It was true. You had been doing things to keep Aventurine’s eyes on you. Despite playing a game of keep away with him with how you’d draw him in and push him away, you didn’t want him looking at anyone else. At the same time, you weren’t sure if you’d truly be willing to get together again. What if the train went off the tracks again? The first time had been rough enough with the two of you waging a passive aggressive war and pointedly ignoring each other at some points.
And thus, this odd little game of yours. One that Aventurine was growing tired of it he had finally called you.
“Let’s talk in person, shall we?” “What-?”
A knock at the door. No fucking way- You opened the door to see your favorite the blond man himself.
“Hiya, darling dearest~”
“Aventurine.”
“No need to be like that. I was serious about that talk.” He then pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers out from behind his back. “For you,” Aventurine said with that stupid charming smirk of his. You squinted at him for a moment before accepting the flowers with a huff and a faux annoyed, “Fine.”
You were a bit conflicted. You were excited that he was here. Especially because he seemed desperate enough to actually seek you out and talk to you in person. But at the same time this was not something you calculated or expected to happen.
“I know you’re glad to see me. You don’t have to pretend,” he practically purred as you shot a glare over your shoulder, still keeping up appearances. “Oh but of course- I’m absolutely just tickled pink.”
Aventurine chuckled, tipping his head down to look at you over his shades, lids low and eyes practically glowing. “You always did have a way with words, sweetheart.”
He then took off the sunglasses (and oh that was another stupid, dorky little thing about him you found oddly endearing- shades inside a building- stupid silly adorable man-) and plopped down on your couch while you put the flowers down on the counter in the kitchen. You’d deal with them later. For now you had him to deal with. You sat in the chair instead of the couch. He pouted playfully about it, but didn’t comment. “I’ll cut to the chase- I want you back. And I know you want me back, too. I just can’t figure out why you’re leading me closer and then shoving me away. I’m starting to get the feeling you just like my attention. But even so- We both know the truth. So why don’t you just give in, lovely? I know you want to,” he said, surprisingly not using the old song and dance of leading someone around to get the information he wanted. He didn’t talk in circles and didn’t even seem all that flirty despite his words. He was… oddly serious.
“And what about the reason we broke up before?” You didn’t even try to pretend anymore. Aventurine has always been able to see right through you. That ability had clearly not gone anywhere. “I can’t make promises, but we can talk. We’ll work something out. I’ll even compromise on it.” Compromise was not an Aventurine word. Any deals he made were made in his favor without the other person even knowing what they were going to lose. Your incredulity must have been showing on your face more than you thought because he laughed lightly, the sound somehow dry- tired and heavy. “I see that look. I’m serious, baby. I’m sorry I ever let you go. You’re the only one who stayed. The only one who has stuck around. I need you. I’ll give it all to you. My attention, my trust, my… my heart, even. You don’t have to play these games to make me want you.”
Now you feel a bit guilty. But at the same time, elated. Even before you broke up, he never once brought up matters of trust and love. He seemed far too uncomfortable even edging around the topic. But now Aventurine was the first one to bring it up.
You said nothing but silently stood. And his eyes dimmed, waiting for disappointment. But then you walked over and sat next to him, pulling him into a hug. “I missed you, Aven.”
He let out a shaky sigh and wrapped you up in his embrace, arms tight around you.
“Kakavasha.”
“What?”
“You should tell me, ‘I missed you, Kakavasha,’” he (Kakavasha?) said, his voice was shaky with emotion.
“I… I missed you, Kakavasha.”
“And I love you, sweetheart.”
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tartetasin · 3 months
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There is no way to quell my desire ღ
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oh waow maybe having friendly neighbors is a Good thing (said in the voice of a guy who just received free cookies)
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poisoned-pearls · 6 months
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okay I now can elaborate on the thoughts I was talking abt in the tags of my last post-
Jamil has always hated being touched, and physical contact in general. He was raised around kalim, he's had enough hugs for a lifetime, thank you.
well, that is until he started dating Azul.
Azul is very clingy. Physically, at least. He is an octopus, after all. He finds comfort in just, having any kind of contact with someone. It keeps him grounded and focused. So once he has permission, he can and will hang off of Jamil every chance he gets. Jamil doesn't like holding hands (because his training has instilled the need to constantly have them free just in case) so Azul hangs off of his elbow. If they're in class, Azul either has his hand on top of his arm or his hand. 
and Jamil realizes... he doesn't mind it. In fact, he enjoys it. Way more than he thinks he should in fact. It relaxes him so much that it almost unnerves him (the first time he found himself dozing off while Azul laid in his lap doing god knows what he quite literally shoved him off in shock.)
belatedly, he figures out that he is in fact, VERY touch starved, he is just very particular about how someone touches him.
it's silence. He likes silence. Azul rarely ever talks when he's laying with him, usually doing other work or something for the Monstro lounge. When kalim would run up and hug him, he knew it just meant he was about to be bombarded with questions and ideas and statements and work. He never gets to relax with Kalim. It always came with noise, with chaos. While being around Azul was like lying on the beach, with nothing but the soft crashes of the waves to bother him.
(Of course, this wasn't every time. Azul was still a schemer and quite annoying, but he quickly learned that if Jamil wasn't in the mood to entertain his ramblings or schemes, he'd simply shove him off of his lap. It always made Azul quite disgruntled, but he'd take the hint and shut up.)
This also lead into another thing: Their forms of nonverbal communication. Azul and Jamil could easily have a whole conversation from opposite sides of a room when they got along. Jamil knew all of Azul’s little ticks (like whenever he fucking clicks, something he learned was an octopus thing (which begged the question of how the fuck he made that noise in his human form-) or when he randomly slaps Jamil or the twins, who then immediately told him it was a sign of affection and he should be immensely flattered over (apparently it was something he only ever did lightly with friends, which he has concerningly little of. But Jamil doesn’t know if he has much room to talk on that front.) and Azul knew Jamil’s. Azul almost knew his too well, in fact, but every time Jamil tried to ask him about it he was simply met with some comment about how ‘he simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.’
Jamil still didn’t like people touching him.
Azul was an exception though. And he was quite happy about that.
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mushiewrites · 6 months
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just found this picture of sapnap's thighs and I’m thinking thoughts...
thoughts like
george easily digging his fingers into the crease spot between his hips and thighs while sapnap gets lost in hysterics and raspy screaming
dream sliding his leg between sapnap's thighs to keep them apart so he can squeeze up and down his inner thighs and make him howl
karl crowding in on sap, making him blushy and giggly and nervy as he teases the life out of him
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New low-effort art style unlocked, my BAWKtober is saved :)
Day 13: sweets (there's only one but shhh)
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@makenna-made-this
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sapsolace · 8 months
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*holds him up 2 you* this is my rwbysona be nice ok
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pomellon · 1 year
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I should keep Sapnap’s fear of flying in the dragon au. He absolutely can fly, he just really really hates it and prefers to have all his feet on the ground, thank you very much. Even if he’s in danger he would much more prefer to face it head on rather than fly away from it, and one of the very few things that will have him take flight without hesitation is if his flightmates are in danger.
One the contrary Dream, George, and Punz are all amazing in the sky! Dream is great at complex air maneuvers as well as timed dives and freefalls. George is just pure speed in the air, not quite as good with fancy maneuvering, but crazy fast. Punz loves flying in storms and rough winds, and is the best at it thanks to his strength and experience, which is why he’s called the Storm Chaser!
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doctorwhozzat · 3 months
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Working on something
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siennaditbot · 10 months
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I may need to correct something I said a while back.
"As a final note, I don't think Ron's an absolute swoon worthy guy (barely feel compelled to draw him), I just appreciate guys being soft."
That turned out to be an absolute lie. I do feel very compelled to draw him. So here:
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Screencap redraws cuz HE'S SO CUTE AND FUN TO DRAW??
Stuff like this is good expression practice and I get to throw in some cute lil blushes and get accustomed to drawing humans again.
I have become absolute Ron trash within days. Last night's essay might have made it worse tbh.
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mihrsuri · 11 days
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Thinking about how there’s been more than one Jewish musician who has made a song in the ruins of those who tried to kill us over thousands upon thousands of years. And we live. Am Yisrael Chai. We live in our indigenous land and their empires are gone. In the face of hate, of darkness and pain we live.
I was thinking about this because honestly, I have been so close to not being here. It goes up and down, that feeling that I shouldn’t be, that I’m not Jewish enough, that I’m not Mizrahi enough, that I’m not biracial enough or X enough. That not that long ago I didn’t just say I was a doll I knew I was - knew I wasn’t a person, just a disgusting thing who was going to a hell I only believe in for me (yes just me) - that I was too tainted to live.
And I won’t get into all of it here but one thing, one thing was thinking - maybe my ancestors aren’t ashamed of me, maybe I don’t have to scourge myself with how I need to uphold their legacy. Maybe they are embracing me - generations of women from Persia, from Syria (who had to leave Zion) and from Ireland and those women who are not related by blood - my dads family - Jewish women who held their exile in Poland, in Russia and then England. Maybe they look at me and smile. Maybe they will welcome me after all - rape survivors, exiles and refugees who built homes and kindness and joy amongst darkness - who found light. Who found stars.
Maybe I don’t have a Passover Seder to go to and anorexia and cptsd mean I need to adapt practices but I am still Jewish enough.
Anyway I want to shout out my Jewish Mutuals who have been a light in the darkness since October but also my saatis who have stood beside me, who have listened to me cry. And my Jewish friends.
@dancingsorrow jewishlivesmatter @slyandthefamilybook @mossadspygoat @the-ships-to-rule-them-all @travelbasscase @fdelopera @koshercosplay
@wheresonichedgehogwnt @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @cephalopodvictorious @amadiwhispers @captainlordauditor my darling darling Jewish Friends. You have mattered so so much.
All my saatis (you know who you all are) but I’m going to particularly talk about @gen-is-gone @beyondthisdarkhouse @nocompromise-noregrets who have listened to me cry and have held my hand from across the world. Who have said to me, I will hide you, I will love you. (Also C and @kawuli and just…my saatis)
Also @rahabs I will never forget your kindness ever in my entire life.
And to everyone who has stayed to listen. Who has stayed with me, with us in the darkness - thank you.
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sapsolais · 1 year
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does anyone else go out for a small number of hours to do a thing that requires any level of human interaction and come home feeling like ur body has 5 weighted blankets on it and then need to recharge for twice as many hours as you went out for or. is that just me
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simbasomba · 4 months
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BrambleShade is taking ballet classes
(Feather and tawny design by @warriorcatdumpster )
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martyrbat · 4 months
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the silent night of the batman — batman #219
(ID in alt!)
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Having thoughts about Azem again
How did Azem feel when they first learned about the plan to summon Zodiark? To hear that half the world would be sacrificed for this god? To hear that Elidibus, one of their dearest friends, would become that god's heart? To the Convocation, it must have been easy to rationalize such a great loss of life. After all, only Azem left the city and traveled regularly. The rest of them would have known very few people outside of Amaurot, and left only to recruit new members to their seats. And sure, the people being sacrificed had consented to becoming Zodiark, but when you have to choose between a plan that will kill you but save your loved ones, and continuing a nightmare with no other known solution, is there really much choice to it? To being stuck between a rock and a hard place?
How much worse was it, when the skies were no longer ablaze, when the world had stilled, to learn that another of their dearest friends had been one of those sacrificed to achieve this? To learn that half of the survivors would also be sacrificed in order to restart the cycle of life? 3/4ths of the world, gone. People that you knew personally—people that you helped and laughed with and learned from—all gone before their times. It's no wonder Azem refused to be part of any of this. Hell, they felt so strongly about it that they not only quit the Convocation, but left Amaurot entirely. Were they searching for another way? Some other solution that no one else could think of? Did they think they were a failure when the skies stopped burning and they realized they were too late?
And then, after all this loss and grief and guilt, to receive an offer from a group of people following their mentor and predecessor, someone they trusted and respected, asking them to join in on the summoning of another god. One that would, admittedly, prevent yet another sacrifice—this time of the new life that had formed since the cycle was restarted—but still. How that must have hurt, to be asked to take part in yet another sacrifice that would claim a loved one
And this isn't even getting into whether or not Azem knew about what was going to happen/what occurred on Elpis, because that could completely recontextualize everything they did during and after the Final Days
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