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being sick as an adult sucks. wdym my mom won’t just automatically make sure I eat food instead of exclusively drinking Gatorade all day. wdym I have to ask my roommates to make me dinner. I have to Venmo a friend money to buy me more Gatorade?? I can’t focus enough to do homework??? I hate this.
#this is a silly haha humor post but in all seriousness.#COVID rly is just making me stare all the internalized ableism in the eye#yes worth isnt defined by productivity and disability and the idea of being a burden is part of being human and isn’t shameful at all#until I have to minorly inconvenience people to meet my basic needs#I really want to eat dinner but that would require asking my roommates to make me dinner which is just. 5 kinda of mortifying.#even though if someone I knew was sick I would not be upset about making them food! sick people need to eat!#my parents ordered me chipotle yesterday bc they were so concerned bc of how I sounded over the phone#and my friend went out and bought me juice and Gatorade and popsicles and took me to the doctor#the support system Exists I just feel bad about having to use it T-T#I just want to be hugged and read to and reminded to eat food but I am an adult now and not at home#lonely TT-TT#it’ll be okay I’m probably just emotional bc I’m sick and hungry#I also just am struggling so hard because I want to catch up on my classwork Right Now#but I can get through maybe one assignment before I’m too exhausted to keep sitting up#and I have to lay down and close my eyes and sleep or do a light activity like playing candy crush for the fifty bazillionth time#I’ve gotten through like. 100 levels this week.#I’m losing my dang marbles. I am gonna be so behind in ASL Susan is gonna be so disappointed in me#I feel like I have all this energy when I’m laying down bored but as soon as I sit up I feel like I’m floating and about to fall over#so. so tired. why can’t I be healthy already and do homework T-T.#I’m choosing to take this as a lesson to slow down and not overwork myself so hard. instead of being mad at myself for getting behind.#<- is trying and failing not to be mad at herself for getting behind
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zombieitem · 2 months
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baxcove i drew a little over a year ago and never posted 😭 they’re constantly in my brain
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ashmp3 · 7 months
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i am writing this from my laptop i am on that carrie bradshaw shit and the evil is defeated (i hope i think) and i just wanna point out something and say my highly empathetic nature and attitude made even their evil spirited self open up a bit ... i am kind of a slay for that... Anyway this was insane it felt like a fucking group project on Jeonghans birthday like whoah you kinda wasted our time but whatever. Goodnight tumblrinas i love you stay sexy kiss kiss
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ambi-kiko · 4 months
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sometimes i think about whether evan lukas really liked naomi or he just saw some Lonely girl and wanted to help her.
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tokyocyborg · 1 year
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donttouchnewt · 2 years
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Hyperfixating on a show that never existed is amazing and awful in equal proportions
Amazing because you can imagine anything and technically there's nothing canon to prove you wrong,, awful because there's nothing canon to prove you wrong (and way less people know about it)
Anyways, is anyone else obsessing over Vat7K and wanna talk n be friends? 👉👈 Or like, TtS in general?
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draconiccatgirl · 2 months
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I see one more fucking "joke" about suicide or mocking mental illnesses I swear to god
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cocosnows · 11 months
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A Lone Sword
This is an AU that explores a different outcome on the incident at the twins’ house, as well as insights on Vergil’s attachment to the Yamato and overall a new perspective on their brotherhood.
NOTES: It is super self-indulgent and might be out of character/I got the DMC lore wrong. English is not my first language and I have no experience in writing, so excuse me if it’s poorly written.
Thank you for reading! ^^
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Chapter 1
“Life had always been this way… and it will always be” — a young Vergil pondered as he walked around his house. He had always thought Dante was a spoiled brat. Even as twins, he felt Dante always did whatever he wanted whenever he said so; and the worst part was that his Mother always gave him the right.
The silver haired boys were both 12 years at the time. And they didn’t seem to get along too well, as they both seemed to differ in energy levels and preferred activities. But somehow, Dante, seemed to always win the arguments whenever they fought (which was very often, by the way). This bothered Vergil greatly, as he felt it unfair.
“When am I ever going to get MY time…”, Vergil pondered.
“It’s always do what Dante wants… but why can’t I do whatever ~I~ want once in a while”
As the child thought this, an idea popped up in his mind. He thought it would be a good idea to watch over the books of the local library as he usually did, to keep those stressful thoughts away; and have that desired alone time after a long day of dealing with Dante’s carefree whims.
When Vergil arrived to the library, the shopkeeper was actually joyous to see him. It seemed that the child’s visits came more and more often as time passed— and the librarian loved his enthusiasm and curiosity towards the books, which was rare amongst the children of that small city.
The child couldn’t stop looking at that one specific book: a collection of poems written by William Blake. The librarian felt some sort of deep compassion and understanding for the child, and turning to him in a gentle voice he said:
“Do you like that book…?”
The child turned to see the man and nodded with a worried expression. The man smiled, and told him:
“It’s ok… you can have it. It’s all yours”
The child’s face lit up.
“Really?! Thank you so much!”
The child picked up a pen and drew his initial on the cover of the book, much to the librarians’ surprise. After he finished drawing, he told the librarian:
“My twin brother… he’s always grabbing my stuff… so I have to make sure this is mine”.
The librarian let out a soft chuckle as he witnessed the innocence and spontaneity of the child.
Vergil thanked the shop owner and took off to his home. The librarian watched over him as he walked away with a fond expression.
After some time, Vergil arrived home. He was greeted by his twin brother’s usual high energy, which rarely ever matched his own. Today, he was carrying the wooden swords they use to play with. Vergil’s face instantly turned serious.
As soon as Dante opened his mouth, Vergil already had an answer:
“No, Dante. Not now. I want to read right now, so don’t disturb me”.
Dante frowned and told him:
“You didn’t even hear what I had to say!”,
to which the other child answered:
“I don’t care Dante! Just leave me alone!”.
Dante dropped the wooden swords in an instant and threw a slap to Vergil’s face. After this, they just kept on throwing punches to each other in a very common scene for that family… just until Eva arrived.
“Children! Oh my… what did I tell you about fighting? Look at you, you’re bleeding!”, said Eva to the boys.
The twins, having all sorts of bruises on their faces, stood up in a jolt as soon as they saw her.
“He did it! He started it!”, Vergil exclaimed, pointing at Dante.
“He didn’t even listen to me, mom! He was so rude!”, Dante answered.
The woman just sighed in distress, as she has dealt with these same quarrels countless times, and said:
“Vergil, please don’t ignore your brother—”
Just as she was about to continue, Vergil let out a loud groan.
“It is ALWAYS my fault and never HIS, I am SO DONE”, Vergil exclaimed as he ran away from his family and into the house’s garden.
“VERGIL!” Eva exclaimed, but the child refused to listen.
Dante looked over to the floor and saw the book that Vergil had brought. He picked it up and kept it. His mother decided to leave Vergil alone for the time being, so he had time to unwind. She escorted Dante back inside, while thoroughly scolding him for his aggressiveness and behavior.
Vergil walked over to a little playground and sat down on one of the benches.
“It’s always the same… he gets his way and I’m the one at fault. I can’t stand it.”
Vergil groaned.
“I wanted to read that book so bad and now he completely spoiled my mood.”
The child crossed his arms and pondered for a short while.
“It’s all Dante’s fault as always…”
Just as he was thinking this, he felt a dangerous presence behind him. In just a second, he had a swarm of demons wanting to kill him behind his back.
He swiftly dodged the demons’ attacks, but as he ran towards his home he found a grim scenario that made him froze: his home was burning in a pillar of flames. The moment he stopped in his tracks to watch the horrible scene, the demons took the opportunity and attacked him.
They pierced his body countless times with their long, slim swords. His chest, arms, legs, hands… all pierced by the demons’ weapons.
“It hurts… it hurts… it… HURTS…!”
The child was silent, but under his painful expression lied a yearn for help.
“Someone… anyone… please… help me”
The image of his mother and brother appeared inside his mind…
But no one came to his aid.
And the demons were ruthless in his endeavor, as they pierced his body until they left him unconscious.
After some time, the child woke up. His body ached and everything burned. But even so, he stood up and was determined to walk towards his home. His mind was fuzzy and the tears rolled uncontrollably down his face, but something made him go towards the house- towards his family.
As he walked, he felt some of his wounds closing and healing due to his demonic lineage, which made him able to survive such ruthless and deadly attacks. This allowed him to move a little more freely with each step.
However, the moment he picked up his pace, a second horde of demons approached him. But this time, something unexpected happened: the legendary sword Yamato appeared right before his eyes as if summoned by his desperate cries for help. He picked it up from the ground and wobblily started fending off the attacking monsters.
The boy was panting and grasping for air, but he kept walking towards his burning home, holding the Yamato close and using it to help him walk. His clothes were all ragged: he was left shirtless and covered in his own blood.
As he got closer to his house, he thought of his mother, his brother, the demons… the emotions were overflowing and he couldn’t stop crying. He thought to himself as he sobbed uncontrollably:
“I’m alone… no one is here anymore… Dante and mom… they must’ve fled… they’re… gone… … maybe mom didn’t even—”
Just as he was thinking, he heard a distant sound that made him stop in his tracks. It was a voice… a faint voice. The child’s expression changed from helpless to worried, and he turned desperate to find the source of the sound.
He walked even closer to the house and heard the faint voice again:
“Ver…gil!”
The voice was followed by several coughs.
The child’s eyes turned very big as he let out a big gasp. He exclaimed his brother’s name, hoping for an answer. He ran towards the main entrance of the house, but as soon as he was about to enter, the door busted open.
A sobbing, coughing child came out of the door, extremely agitated.
“VERGIL!”, the child exclaimed as soon as he saw his twin brother, and ran directly into him for a hug.
Vergil was suddenly petrified.
He looked behind his brother, and caught a glimpse of the grotesque scene that occurred inside his home. Dante noticed and immediately ran to close the door, sobbing profusely.
“N-no, Vergil… *hic* y-you can’t see! *hic*”, he exclaimed as he blocked the door with his body.
Vergil, with a somber expression, and tears rolling down his face, asked his brother:
“Dante… what… what happened?”
Dante started sobbing even harder. It was hard for him to catch his breath, as he inhaled a great amount of smoke. He gathered a little bit of air and, just when he was about to speak, a demon peeked behind his brother.
Dante peeled his eyes as he screamed his brother’s name.
“VERGIL!”
The child’s reflexes activated instantly, drawing out the Yamato and fending off the demons in a whim. Vergil turned to Dante again and exclaimed:
“It’s not safe here, Dante. We have to go, NOW!”
Vergil’s expression turned serious and determined, but Dante was still inconsolable. Vergil grabbed Dante by the arm and dragged him out of the house.
“With the Yamato…”, Vergil thought, “no demon… no… nothing can hurt us”.
And thus, the silver-haired children ran away from the burnt house that was once their home… with no destination and nothing more than their own company and a lone sword.
CHAPTER 2
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zzzenmui · 6 months
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art blog.
i like mhyk, prsk, enst, ainana…. a hand full of mobages, and various shounen mangas.
🫶: east + north, knights, and wxs
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i’d appreciate it if you didn’t tag ships that i didn’t initially tag, thank you.
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yuan4i · 1 year
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desperately looking for mutuals :') (psst if you'd like to be moots lmk... <3)
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sarroora · 1 year
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I’m not an avid football fan or anything, but one of the highlights of the start of 2023 for me so far is how protective the Saudian fans are of Ronaldo after joining one of their clubs. 
It goes beyond being thrilled one of their fave football legends is there to help raise their bar and inspire them to play better and all that - they’re genuinely celebrating him as human being and not just a face. The “he’s our child now and I will kill anyone who hurts him or his family ever again western media can f off” energy is both hilarious and endearing.
This clip of Edu Aguirre smiling and wiping away a tear watching Ronaldo’s reception is all of us.
Also fans not knowing whether to be happy or pissed that the goalkeeper blocked Ronaldo’s kick during training is hilarious
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coffinlid · 1 year
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How do y’all make friends when you move to an entirely different city/state and don’t know anyone
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fictional characters that made me cry
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protect-namine · 1 year
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dottonari interaction is interesting because dottore (boattore) is so arrogant but polite and tighnari is equally so snarky and skeptical but just as polite. so we have two scholars who would both go behind the akademiya's back for the things they believe in and they're both pointing at each other going, "shouldn't you, as a scholar of an institution we both don't think highly of, display more common sense than this?"
they're both "per my last email"-ing each other in real time it's so funny
also I think it's just neat to see a non-fatui character talk to dottore like that and dottore just. leaves?? tighnari tells him no and dottore just goes, "okay that's fair, I gotta go now, have a nice day." like ??? at what point in dottore's life was he like this. boattore is so polite. arrogant and lacking in compassion, but not malicious. and sooooo courteous.
also according to selfishtorre, nahida's bargain would have only worked on selfishtorre so we can assume boattore wouldn't have killed off his clone-mates, and neither would webttore. maybe not out of sentimentality, but some rational acknowledgement that the clones all have a purpose for being.
anyway, given tighnari's thoughts on karkata and life in general, I wonder what his thoughts are on cloning and the different lives each clone has. technically a clone is their own person, you know? although the original dottore deliberately made them, the clones themselves lead their own lives (and are encouraged to do so, to have different "perspectives" from each other — hence why selfishttore implies that dottore can't find peace with all his selves and they never get along).
man I just want boattore and tighnari to just sit and talk..........
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ambi-kiko · 24 days
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Lonely?
i was Lonely once
the trapped me in the fog
the Lonely fog
the fog full of no-one
no-one made me Lonely
Lonely?
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vivstenius · 1 year
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