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la-dama-de-rosas · 1 year

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te amo uruguay vamos carajo

#bancamos a los pibes a muerte #uruguay u-20 #sofi rambles

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fujii-draws · 2 days

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VERY long Ribbons/Grovyle tangent cause I do not talk about them nearly enough.

[Instead of the usual, “Hero finding a young Treecko in the future.” It’s switched around to “What if Grovyle found Hero when they were young.”]

~The Past~

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-Grovyle was going on one of his usual dungeon crawls to stock up on items— until he heard nearby sniffling. It’s there in that moment where he finds Ribbons; hiding under the stump of a hollow tree curled up in a ball. The sight of a small, terrified girl burned in the back of the wood gecko’s mind.

He lowered himself to the ground, his snout and head poking out as he got a good look at the human— Something that made her reel back and startled her; before Grovyle offered her a smile. Something the stoic grass-type rarely ever did. Coaxing her to come out.

And although very hesitantly, she did. Slowly coming out before he extended a hand towards her. Helping her outside the stump.

Grovyle didn’t know why… but seeing her so disheveled and terrified… it reminded the grass-type of himself when he was a Treecko. He decides to then to take Ribbon’s under his wing. Holding her hand as he walked her back to his main hideout… with the company of two other Pokémon.

-He introduced the small human to the pink fairy and ghost-type. Celebi was overwhelmingly cheerful. So much so that her mischievous energy rubbed off on Ribbons in the future. Much to Grovyle and Dusclops(and eventually Dusknoir’s) dismay…

But it was also probably why Ribbons made it her mission to use this newfound ability from the fairy-type to do the impossible— to get Grovyle to smile. A rarity in which even the time-traveling pixie and cyclopean ghost never managed to accomplish. Ribbons remembered how the grass-type done so just to comfort her during their first meeting… and she wanted to see it again.

-She tried many times with her antics, only to end in failure. Barely making a dent in the grass-type’s stoic demeanor. The first time she managed to get a chuckle made the other two stare wide-eyed towards the snickering grass-type— and back at the human, somehow being the only one to ever make him emote so much. She didn’t know why he tried to hide his smile. She loved it. (And Grovyle did not overhear this detail and began to open up only specifically around her because of it. Nope.) (and it’s not a power she holds over him for many years to come.)

(That isn’t to say Ribbon’s didn’t slightly rub off on him too, with her naivety and innocent, trusting behavior. Grovyle being much, much more reserved and cautious… before she came along.)

-Dusclops… was interested. A human? In the future no less? It was unheard of.

…But he also thought that Ribbons would be a detriment to their group with how… little and runt sized she’d been, barely surviving as is. Acting rather closed off towards the human at first, not trying to get attached. That is until she begins seeking Dusclops out. Trying to befriend the slightly large mummy-looking Pokémon. Although slowly— she ends up winning him over. The Beckon Pokémon now having unintentionally formed a bond with the weakest link in their quartet due to how… oddly endearing she was. A mistake he’d repeat yet again in the present.

Even with her dimensional scream ability making Ribbons a somewhat useful assest to the team— the three take on the roll of her guardians in a weird way. Dusclops being the one to fret the most over her despite his dismissive behavior towards her in the beginning (hm.)

And then there’s Grovyle.

The one who probably spent the most time with her. He saw just how terrified and scared she was of the world around her. Grovyle tried his best to teach her how to survive— training her physically. (as Dusclops taught her mentally/intellectually)

Something Grovyle started to notice was how her demeanor changed when the grass-type was close. Acting almost… braver? Confident? It was like she was drawing her strength from him… something that made the grass-type a little emotional as her confidence grew more with each day. (She told him as much. Hoping some day she could be a role model to someone the same way Grovyle was to her.)

…He also noticed that the humans were also really susceptible to the cold, much like his cold-blooded lizard self—the brunette-haired girl having no real source of warmth around her neck… Grovyle dug through his matted Treasure bag, asking for her to come over. Before tying on a brown, Patsy ribbon around her neck. An item that she’d grow to love and cherish for many, many years.

The human girl absolutely adored the gift, thanking Grovyle before hugging him suddenly. Running off to show the other two her newfound item.

-She’d fidget and re-tie it whenever it slightly loosened around her neck… it was then the grass-type Pokémon finally decided on a name for her. Up until that point, she didn’t have a name— the other three opting to call her things like “human girl” “sweetie” or “kid/kiddo” (Dusclops, Celebi, and Grovyle in that order.)

So when Grovyle decided that her new name would be “Ribbons”… she kept it.

(this also explained why when inside of Wigglytuff’s room… Ribbons stared at the Green Aura Bow, before rejecting the item harshly. Her claws gripping onto the brown scarf around her neck.) (…although the color of the bow comforted her)

-The two end up forming an unspoken familial bond. Ribbons seeing Grovyle as her older brother… and the grass-type did her baby sister. This was further solidified by the way Ribbons followed him everywhere and copied his mannerisms. All the way down to his scrunched up, embarrassed face. (Something that greatly entertained the other two Pokémon.) Even if Grovyle wasn’t the best at showing how much she meant to him with his sternness for her to stay hidden and close whenever they traveled, or for her to stop goofing off so much, or his relatively stoicalness… Ribbons knew he did so because of how much he cared. He cared too much. Not wanting anything bad happening to her to the point that he’d more often than not sacrifice things to his detriment, but for her benefit. (Offering her all of the apples he found, taking the brunt of the damage from vicious Pokémon… ) It was one of the main things the two argued over.

-This… was also something Ribbons picked up on and inherited besides his courage. Something that Grovyle never forgave himself for. He never wanted her to adopt his self-destructive, reckless behavior.

-Another thing was his inability to tell her the full truth. He never wanted to scare her with the information of their disappearances. So the grass-type never told Ribbons (and made sure the other two promised him to never do so aswell.) (Until Dusknoir promptly breaks said promise out of desperation to tell Ribbons the gravity of their situation after the Stoneship fight. Grovyle glaring daggers towards the Ghost-type before hearing Ribbon’s quiet, yet terrified “W-What..?” Falling back on her old fears when she was once human—Grovyle taking his attention fully off of Dusknoir to try and comfort her.)

But even after any heated argument. Grovyle will find the human girl coming back to sleep right next to him on his hay bed, still very much frustrated with the lizard… but not pushing her away when she snuggled up to him. Grovyle reciprocated the hug right back— putting his head over hers.

Out of her relationships with the three, her bond with Grovyle was the most unbreakable.

…So when Darkrai threw the attack that disoriented the two, Grovyle gripping Ribbons’s arm as tightly as possible. His claws beginning to even tear into her skin. (A scar on her paw that never went away. She uses it as a reminder to show the woodland gecko how hard he tried to save her whenever he felt guilty.) Trying so desperately to not lose her— even if it meant being thrown out of the passage of Time aswell—

…It’s Ribbons who lets go, smiling up so brokenly at her older brother, before disappearing out the passage. And the grass-type can only watch in horror, as the self-sacrificial behavior Ribbons inherited from him came back to bite Grovyle in the worst way imaginable.

By the time Grovyle lands in the present— his claws are trembling wildly. Not even realizing his own tears began to mix in with the rain from the thunderstorm.

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~The Present~

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When he’s collecting the Time Gears alone— the desperation of it all comes back full force. If he lost her, the least he can do is finish this mission. For the future. For her.

-When Grovyle sees Ribbons for the first time in the Northern Desert, he doesn’t recognize her as an Eevee. But the item around her neck and voice both sound so eerily similar. As if this random Pokémon was haunting him for his past failures. If anything, the similarities make Grovyle even more angry towards the quadraped Pokémon.

-Crystal lake… really sucked. Before, Ribbons didn’t know what to feel about Grovyle. On one hand, he was a wanted criminal. Threatening the lives of every single Pokémon. But on the other hand… she felt so… sad? And guilty? Why would she feel guilty? And why was it that he was apologizing every single time for every little thing he’d done? Like he’d lost his confidence in his abilities? Why does it matter. He’s a horrible, rotten— no good Pokémon…

-It was when Ribbons had to helplessly watch as he nearly killed Aimilios that her resolve did a complete 180°. The Eevee being prepared to do whatever to took to get him caught. Joining the cloaked ghost in the library whenever she could, (even if she wasn’t as smart as the Great Dusknoir or her Riolu partner. She wanted to at least give them company and be there for moral support.)

And when he’s finally… finally caught. Tied up as the Sableye walked him through the town as they cheered… Ribbons isn’t celebrating. She should be. She should be happy. So why does she feel a horrible gut feeling when their eyes meet in the crowd? And he looks seconds away from breaking down…?

-The whole future arc is a rollercoaster of emotions for the Eevee. Although she’s immediately with Grovyle on the plan to help him escape— she does not trust him so quick.

-No. That time was over. The second Dusknoir tried to kill them, both her (and soon Aimilios’s) tendencies to trust Pokemon blindly were thrown out the window. They’re both are glaring daggers at him when he suggests that they trust him. That ‘If he was so untrustworthy, how would they explain what Dusknoir had done back there?’ Ribbons protectively gets in-front of her partner— hissing back that ‘They aren’t going to trade one lunatic trying to kill them for another. Or did Grovyle already forget about the little incident at Azelf’s lake?’

…And even though her and Aimilios do feel safer around him. (Gut feeling/aura sensing) it just feels so terrifying to trust someone again after what the giant wraith did to them. Not only that, but he was offering to take them back to their world… so they cautiously agreed.

It’s... strange. The way he’d called out for her and Aimilios to get away when Spiritomb had him in their grasp. When they traversed dungeons as he took as many hits as possible for them…the familiarity is almost nauseating.

And when Dusknoir reveals everything, the two only stare at the cloaked ghost-type cackling. The same one they both once thought was their friend.

She and Grovyle only stare at eachother as a painful amount of time passes by. He..

He tried to kill her.

She was still alive and he almost—

The realization is what makes him give up. To concede. Begging Dusknoir to just do away with him and let the other go. Let her go.

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-When they’re in the Sharpedo Bluff during the nighttime— Grovyle explains the situation to the two… staring at Ribbons with hopeful eyes, sharing recollections of how they once were. Of how close they’d been. Hoping that it’d re-jog her memory now that he was there to explain the situation.

…Ribbons only stares. Guilt eating away the more Grovyle retold their supposed history. How the hope slowly died in his eyes little by little when he looked at the Eevee— seeing that same, clueless expression on her face.

One of Ribbons biggest fears when it came to her amnesia was forgetting someone important to her. Always having the dreaded feeling of losing three important Pokémon to her. And now one of them was trying to kill them. Aimilios reassured her many nights that it wasn’t the case. So for that fear to become a reality— her ears slump, the Eevee’s messy, leaf-and-twigged tail curling around her in anxiety. She wants to apologize— but she only breaks away eye contact.

She forgot. She wants to remember. But she can’t she can’t she can’t-

Ribbons sees Grovyle trying to reach out for her— only for the small quadruped to back away. Still too touch-adverse from everything that went down with Dusknoir. All the Eevee can do is watch Grovyle’s expression turned into a pained one. Trying to hide the hurt in his eye with a wry smile as he slowly retracted his arm, ”Ah… right. Too soon. Forgive me.”

…It’s a very rough night on the two of them. Both Pokémon completely unaware that they’d been trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill in their eyes. Eventually overwhelming and awakening the aura pup.

When they rode Lapras, presumably for many hours by now by how night fell, white stars scattering across the sky as it reflected in the dark blue sea. The Riolu had slept soundly— something that couldn’t be said for the other two.

Ribbon’s curled around her partner as he slept, grooming his fur with her tongue… before looking over towards the grass-type; something very much on his mind.

Grovyle looked pensively down towards Lapras’s shell— recalling Wigglytuff’s comment about how Chatot had been his ‘invaluable partner.’ The woodland gecko gripping the strap of his treasure bag. Unaware of the Eevee slowly approaching him. He stares— unsure of what to do. The last time they’d talked was at the Bluff, when she backed away from him in fear.

…Ribbons plopped right next to the grass-type, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to pass. When she realized he wasn’t going to cut the tension, she opted to ask the lizard what she was thinking about since their talk at the bluff.

“What was it like…?”

“What…?”

“Y-yknow…W-When we were together… What was it like?”

The small Eevee repeated. Wanting to hear stories of their times together… Memory or no memory— she hated seeing Grovyle upset. Something that was practically built into her. Like it’d been second nature.

Grovyle hesitates, afraid of a repeat of last time. He looks at Ribbons who was staring up coyly… before going on to explain and further elaborate on their history. He studied her expressions, trying to get a read on when he should stop… only to be greeted with an cheerful look on her face. The same, goofy one plastered on her human-self.

Grovyle calms at the sight, continuing to looks back on memories— preferably the more lighthearted ones the woodland gecko fondly looked back on. Although within those silly memories were times when Ribbons did… admittedly some of the dumbest things he’d witnessed during their time in the future.

What makes him smile even more is how she began to look more offended. Until she’d gotten fed up with the grass-type. Claiming that she would never do anything so blatantly stupid— and that she had a scale of stupidity she was abiding by— Chatot’s words, not hers.

This gets a chuckle from the grass-type… something that almost immediately warms the Eevee’s heart. She hesitates a littles before scooting closer, fully laying her body beside Grovyle as he continued to recollect stories of their past together… listening to the older Pokémon’s droning… until she fell asleep.

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Now Grovyle is faced with another problem. And it was in the form of his little sister sleeping soundly right next to him.

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He knows what’ll happen to them when he puts in the Time Gears.

He knows he’ll never get another chance like this again.

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He lays his body near Ribbon’s, curling around her tiny body protectively. Before getting what was probably the most sleep he did since he arrived in the Present…

…What he fails to notice in his comatose-like sleep… is how Ribbons scooted closer into him, cleaning his face/leaf with her tounge… before curling into Grovyle— putting her head under the grass-type’s. Purring contently.

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…When they’re traversing through the Hidden land, the same arguments when they did in the future about Grovyle’s recklessness. Although this time around— Ribbons had been calling the kettle black in this regard. The Grass and Normal type Pokémon going back and forth… before falling silent.

And when the ghost-type returned a second time to ambush the three Pokémon, Ribbons and Aimilios opted to fight the Sableye. Meanwhile, Grovyle took on Dusknoir—Which proved to be nearly impossible. It was only when the Sableye were dealt with and the two joined Grovyle on his assault on the wraith, that Dusknoir’s attacks begun to.. slow?

They fought and fought, Ribbons having managed to get in a really nasty Bite that made the cloaked revenant roar out in pain; unintentionally slamming her against a pillar. Hard. Grovyle yells her name, trying to run to Ribbons— before being intercepted by a large fist being mercilessly being swung his way. Not offering the same hesitation he did with the young Eevee and Riolu. If there was anyone Dusknoir was willing to kill— it was him.

It was when Dusknoir gripped the Riolu to the point of him whining out in pain— that the Grass-type’s adrenaline and anger made his body move harshly to knock down the ghost-type with the slice of a Leaf Blade. Getting protectively infront of his sister …and the Riolu Grovyle had begun to start considering as his little brother. His eyes turning into cat-like slits, glaring at the revenant.

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Dusknoir hit the Eevee a second time when the two were distracted— Ribbon’s having cried out in pain, wincing from the hit she received from the large ghost-type— closing her eyes as she anticipated for him to finished her off—

Before Grovyle shielded her— and began shoving him into the Dimensional hole.

Grovyle could only smile to himself despite how much he was struggling to keep the giant wraith at bay— Dusknoir nearly breaking out of the wood gecko’s hold.

So many times. He failed to protect Ribbons. So many times. And now…

“Though the parting hurts… the rest is in your hands!”

He could finally make it up to her.

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~The Future~

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It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Ribbons nearly broke Grovyle’s ribcage when he returned to the present, berating and screaming at him so angrily for leaving her the way he did… while hugging him in tears as she bawled her eyes out— Grovyle reciprocating the hug with as much strength as the Eevee.

…So when she saw Dusknoir and ran, he was the one to chase after her. Celebi having stayed back with Aimilios to explain the situation to the equally confused and afraid Riolu.

-The Eevee’d hidden under another hollowed tree stump, her entire body frizzing up at the sound of the woodland gecko calling out to her. Ribbon’s brows furrowed in anger despite her fear, yelling at him for bringing the ghost-type back. Grovyle tries to fit himself inside the tiny hollowed area… before curling around Ribbons— gently explaining the situation with the cloaked ghost. He apologizes for bringing Dusknoir without warning. Knowing that he should’ve better prepared those two.

-It’s because of Ribbons refusal to be anywhere near/talk to Dusknoir, that the Eevee has the opportune time to reconnect with Grovyle. Spending the first three years to catch up, talk, do jobs, drink at Spinda’s. Becoming even comfortable enough to start bantering with eachother, and squabbling like siblings. (and yes they partake in Cain Instinct ™️ through harmless paw baps/“oh no gravity’s increasing on me” “YOURE CRUSHING ME YOU ROTTEN BROTHER.”) Those two being practically attached to the hip as they constantly stayed side by side. Even having slept in the same hay-bed together the first year. (Separation anxiety is doing wonders.)

Grovyle is also Ribbon’s go-to hiding spot from Dusknoir whenever he’s near— not-so-discreetly hiding behind the woodland gecko anytime he’d gotten close. Something that he was more than willing to do, being a barrier being the giant specter and minuscule Eevee.

Grovyle is also the one constantly reminding Ribbons that if she feels uncomfortable/unsafe around Dusknoir, that she can come to him at any moment. And he’d talk to him. (Or smack him upside the head with a leaf blade, earning the gecko a laugh from his little sister.)

But… He knows she’s lying through her fangs when she says she’s fine with him being around. (Chalk that up to Older brother instincts) Which is why Grovyle goes to Dusknoir anyways to tell him to minimize his presence around her as much had possible in the beginning— something the wraith was already ahead/aware of.

-The Eevee also tries to repay the favor by reminding Grovyle that he actually isn’t the POS, horrible brother he thinks himself to be with the amount of times he failed to save her. Redirecting his attention to her paw scar and nuzzling the self-deprecating grass-type. Grovyle doesn’t believe himself to be the right guardian for her… but she trusts him anyways.

-And you KNOW by the time she evolves— he’s fighting back a copious amount of tears. (Dusknoir might be getting choked up over Ribbons and Aimilios’s evolutions— but Grovyle looks like he’s seconds away from actually tearing up. Just so happy to be alive to witness his baby sister having the chance to actually grow up.)

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Anyways!! that’s what I have for now!!!! Just mainly putting this here to give more insight to their dynamic :) (as well as have a little library of drawing ideas for Grovyle/Ribbons when the mood strikes.)

#Eevee/Ribbons #pmd Grovyle #I’m just having a moment. I know I love Dusknoir but fuck does Grovyle make me equally as insane #(the difference is how much sadder he makes me!)#am i finally going to draw/ramble over Grovyle…. like god intended as a Pmd2 fan……#we’ll see……#(Fisara and Sofie you two are to blame 😭 anytime I see ur grass lizard’s I get so sad and want to incorporate my own HCS/talk about him #(you guys be writing him so bittersweet/tragically)#this took way too long to write holy hell but THE BRAINROT IS FREEEEE

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sincerely-sofie · 1 month

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Presented the most batty insane theory to @oblonger since he finished Slay the Princess before me and I needed to rant and rave about the fact that the background for the action menu and the background in the Long Quiet being the same feather-based pattern and all the ideas that the implications of it gave me

He said that he eventually reached "the point" in the game where my theory has things that could be removed from or added to it and that "other than that, it's a great theory!"

Other than what, friend.

Other than WHAT.

#listen i KNOW I'm crazy when i say that the player character is some kind of projection of the Long Quiet I KNOW #but a gal can dream :<#and go insane despite asking the person she was talking to not to spoil anything in his reaction to her theory :<#(thank you for listening to me ramble oblonger you're a peach.#let me know if you'd rather i untag you.)#slay the princess #stp #sofie says stuff

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dracoj · 10 months

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what happened between leverage season 3 and 4 because every episode is pussy popping so HARD. mountaineering billionaires, fistfight in a hall of mirrors, murder mystery dinner party with real murder, chess tournament with nuclear stakes that ends with a base jump off a dubai skyscraper. it’s a nonstop rolodex of delightful locations on top of the fact that each episode is a fully realized mini heist movie. it’s like they designed this show in a lab specifically to appeal to my affections

#pacing myself with these episodes and it’s been so good #love watching my best friend hardison misadventures with all my other best friends parker and elliot and sofie #nate is my colleague.#j rambles #leverage

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daydadahlias · 8 months

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who would get murdered first tho now i need to know

of 5sos. who is the most likely to be murdered? great question. i unfortunately have to say michael. bc i think he is the most likely to get into a car with a stranger or accept poisoned food.

#5sos ranking for most likely to get murdered is #1. michael #2. ashton #3. luke #4. calum #that is my. professional opinion on the matter #pigeon #sofi #i actually said all this and much more in my previous tags but they were DELETED bc i ran out of space!!! and my computer didnt tell me!!#it just let me ramble and then silenced me

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 1 year

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Mutuals appreciation post because I love them very much;

Okay, I don’t know about other bloggers but like I talk to my mutuals almost everyday, whether it is through sending them random TikTok’s, or through telling them head-cannons about our favourite character or just simply checking up on our crippling mental healths. And recently I’ve expanded from talking to only like two mutuals of mine (yes, I’m looking at you; @bussyslayer333 and @roostersrooster ).

but the newly found mutuals of mine who don’t know, every month or so, I do this mutual appreciation post because I just love you guys to the moon and back. So first up;

@blue-aconite, Fe, baby I ABSOLUTLY adore you, your fics make me so happy and let me drown has me knee deep in its plot. I love you so so much for being there and supporting me. If it weren’t you, I was going to abandon Antidores and Poisons but you encouraged me to keep going and I love you so much for that<33

@birdy-bat-writes, Riya, my lovely 2nd wife, I don’t know how to even begin describing how much happiness you bring me. Your love and excitement that you bring to our dms is absolutely phenomenal. I love writing with you so so much and nothing could ever beat the feeling of posting “Tu maan meri jaan” with you and many more to come!!!

@whoreforseresin Sofi, my darling sofi, I am running out of words, and that’s kinda bad cause I’m meant to be a writer but hey ho! You are just so PERFECT and your writing make me cry because I’m lonely and touch starved but it’s so cute. Thank you for everything, you literally were the person who I finished “Oh, sweetheart” for and it’s the best smut I’ve ever written. So I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, BESITOS.

Last but not least, my besties, my wives, my lifelines that have been there since I started writing; @roostersrooster and @bussyslayer333 you two are, will you believe me if I said I’m tearing up?? Like I’m sorry but like you guys pulled me out of a really bad time and I love you for that. You talked me into things and I’ve shared many great nights talking about the top gun cast and just basically anything with both of you. I love you to the next galaxy and forever because nothing could ever compare to the feeling you guys give me when you post of text me. I LOVE YOUUU *SMOOCHES* <33333❤️❤️

And then some honourable mentions go to; @arson-tm, @startrekfangirl2233 @roosterbruiser @dhwanishah09 and @rooster-84 there is so much I wanna say to you guys but I’m running out of English words so just know I love you all the same IF NOT MORE AND THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR BEING SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON TO ME and idk what else to say so goodbye I LOVE YOUU 💕💕💕

#I’m high on my hormones and really emotional #so it was time for a friends appreciation because I don’t say it enough #I LOVE ALL OF YOUUU #SO SO MUCH #Pav rambles #to my lovely mutuals #honey💕#mai💕#Fe💕#Riya💕#sofi💕#Charlie💕#Millie💕#Az💕#star💕#dhwani💕

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satellitespinner · 4 months

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Your masterlist as an album is such a sick idea!!! Also absolutely LOVE your moodboards

you’re a doll!!! im planning on posting another few mood boards tonight ;)

#˗ˏˋ you’ve been heard! ´ˎ˗#izzie’s anons ۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🎸#• sofie!#₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟizzie rambles :3

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scarymovi3s · 1 year

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@wildkissed , from mike for will.

mike's been less than responsive to will all day, against his own better judgement. he's hopeful that there's an explanation, a justified, uncruel explanation, for why will did what he did. why will would construct such an unnecessary, and now, looking back on it, blatant lie. he wants to believe in will's virtuous character, wants to forgive whatever reason will might've had, but it's fruitless. it doesn't make any sense. & that lack of sense is starting to knot a pain in mike's skull.

will's beside him, and the air is cloudy, uncomfortable, in that same way it was back in california, back when they weren't sure of their place's in each other's lives anymore. back when mike feared the worst : that distance had altered the state of their friendship forever. the thought of california just makes him ill. they'd made up, found their way back to normal . . . or at least mike had thought.

he should save the conversation for another time, maybe one where the shadowing threat of death isn't heaving down their necks. but mike's never been the king of putting his head before his heart. ❝ jane told me. about the painting. ❞ it would have taken an obtuse observation to not catch the confused twist of her face. the face she'd made when mike had said thank you, thank you for asking will to make the painting, it was really cool, i loved it. jane couldn't have been more unsure of what he was talking about. ❝ she never ' commissioned ' anything, did she ? ❞ mike doesn't even need an answer to that.

hand jolts up, shaking a finger back & forth, gesturing will, back to himself, then will again. ❝ we said we were a team, will, remember that ? best friends ?? ❞ the edge of his voice prods like a knife, that same sharpness he's had since he was twelve. it crackles through him, a mix betrayed & embarrassed. you're the heart, he'd said. she needs you. she always will. the words have lost their warmth, now a blanket made of paper. ❝ why would you lie to me ? how could you do that ? ❞

#wildkissed #🔪 ₓ ░ ⁽ 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓 ⁾ writing.#hi sofi :3 #i need to stop rambling #also hes so dramatic bye

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la-dama-de-rosas · 1 year

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the fuck i’m gonna be modeling for a top hairdresser

#he gonna chop all my hair off and i’m v happy w it #i’m so nervous tho #my pictures are gonna be fucking everywhere #sofi rambles

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ottisbuns · 1 year

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Hey, Octavia, right? (can I call you Octi?) if you don't mind, I wanted to ask, where are you from? I don't think you ever mentioned it and it's not on your bio, but I know that it's an English speaking country.

Octi? Nickname? HUMAN nickname?! Octi?! Call me it. Wow! Octi! This is the best day of my life. References aside, it is a neat nickname. Octavia is already kind of a nickname (that I only really use on Tumblr because in other places I'm in I'd probably not get taken seriously using a "girl" name) so it'll be a nickname of a nickname!

and I don't mind the question, I am like... subtly unsubtle about my nationality. I don't have it in my Bio but I'm pretty open to mentioning it in things like tags and posts.

I'm Swedish, so in a way you're kinda right about it being English-speaking because basically EVERYONE here knows English despite it not being an official national language. Technically my first language is Swedish and English is a secondary language, but I use English so much when I'm online that it's more like my first language than Swedish is, to the point where using Swedish online feels strange to me.

Ok this got a bit wordy but in conclusion: Octi good, me Swedish

#Hi Sofi! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!#When I was doing my bio and deciding on what to go by I had the realization that I had a blank slate opportunity here as no one knows me #and so I'm trying out going by Octavia to see how I like it since before I've only used it as a name for self insert protagonists in games #Otherwise I would probably have gone by Ottis (not my real name either) like I do in most online places #Octavia is a lot cooler though and I like being called it more #you know the feeling of like a vibration going in a wave over your body when something pleasant happens? (or is that just me?)#yeah being called Octavia gives me that sometimes #anyways I know I am extremely interesting (/j) but enough rambling I need to finish this post #haystarlight #asks

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sincerely-sofie · 1 month

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Re: your mental health comic - I hope, if any of those characters are based on real hallucinations youve had, that you don't have them anymore. You're a good person who doesn't deserve to be talked to like that.

(Referencing this or this post, I’m not sure which)

Thank you so much for your kind words! The characters in those works are representations of actual hallucinations I’ve experienced. They were real nasty pieces of work, but I haven’t actually hallucinated one in a severe enough manner to talk to them in about… Shoot. Hang on, I need to think… 5-ish years now? I think? And the last time I did, I heard a brief sentence before I took some heavy-duty meds that knocked me out and took care of the hallucination by the time I woke up. I’ve gone through a lot of growth between now and then, and I’m now in a place where the only lasting legacy those losers have had is making me very good at abstract descriptions + personifications and self-reflection. Their cruel words are fuzzy and vague things that I barely remember.

Heck, I went through some old notes to remember some nicknames I gave them, and it was a blast from the past that I actually laughed at! They actually called me “less than worthless” to the point I internalized and verbalized it many times? Wow. That’s pretty cringe, guys. You spent your entire lives bullying a teenager. Cool. Now I love myself and forgot that was ever a mantra I recited at all times in my head.

I once had a project I was working on where I made a fictionalized autobiography set in a fantasy world starring a self-insert and these jokers. It was going to be a kind of field guide to hallucinations I experienced. I stopped working on it after a while because it was too painful for me to develop, as it was meant to dig deep into the pain and struggles I went through on a daily basis… and now I’m looking back at it and considering making it a humorous story about how ridiculous my hallucinations were— at least the ones with consistent personalities. Comedy equals tragedy plus time, truly.

I might end up posting some of the more solemn journal comics I made about these chuckleheads... It'd be weird to dig up my significantly older work, but I think it would do me some good and maybe be enjoyable / educational for others!