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old emurui repost for there is now emurui cover on global.....
#also bc i dont rmemeber posting it n if i did i cant find the post....#also bc im in sort of artblock....🚶#komashkart#sorrey#project sekai#project sekai fanart#pjsk fanart#emu otori#rui kamishiro#emurui
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me, if you care
#sorrey#i just see famous billionaires living their everyday lives#when they could do so much without even losing their everyday luxuries#it makes me seethe
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Eggs
#this ask got lost in the q#sorrey#eggs r over now tho n hav been 4 a whiel#art#my art#mspaint#rowens liddol guys#the mewsifixion#sent on : 3-5-2024#made : 3-2-2024#camo-everything#ask#asks
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@jegulus-microfic // march 18 // prompt: instrument // words: 758 // part two + part three
“What do you play?” James asks, voice muffled as he is digging through his laundry basket.
“Huh?”
“Instrument, I mean.” James turns to face him. His glasses are halfway down his nose and Regulus’ fingers twitch with the need to adjust them. James is annoyingly handsome. Even in the middle of the night when his hair is tousled and his glasses are smudged and he has baby formula on his ratty college shirt, tan skin glowing under the fluorescent lights of the basement laundry room.
“What do you play? We’ve been talking every night but I don’t even know what instrument you play. I hear you sometimes when I get home.”
“Shit, I'm sorry, I can try to keep it down.”
“No, please, I like it!” Another second of rummaging before James shuts the door to the machine, twists the dial and presses the start button. “It sounds nice. Harry likes it too.”
James checks the volume on the baby monitor again, making sure it is still turned all the way up. When he is sure it didn’t magically turn off in the minute since he checked last, he places it gingerly on the bench in the middle of the room, sitting down next to Regulus.
Their shoulders brush. His arm feels warm where it is pressed against James’, despite the frigid air in the basement.
“Ah, thank you. It's uh— violin. I'm at the conservatory for classical music.”
“You must be really hard-working, then.”
This pleases Regulus, satisfaction burrowing its way into his chest, making him preen a little. People always think he is talented.
Secretly, Regulus hates that word. He has never been talented. No particular skill that stood out — and his parents made sure he knew it.
So yes, Regulus is hard-working. Passionate. Stays up until 3 A.M. to practice, tucked away in the laundry room so he doesn’t wake Sirius in their tiny two-bedroom apartment.
That’s how this whole thing started. Regulus, resident insomniac, slipping out of bed with his violin tucked under his arm. James, still adjusting to the fact that his son is now sleeping through the night, doing chores on the wrong side of midnight.
“I have to be, if I want to be the best,” Regulus says.
“I’ll have to come see you play sometime, then.” James makes it sound like a give. Like it is something he is willing to make time for. Regulus’ heart flutters. Traitor, he whispers at it.
“Do you now?” His teeth tug at the dry skin on his lips, picking at it until he bleeds. Sirius always tells him off for it but it is a nervous habit he has yet to beat.
“Absolutely. If you’ll have me that is.”
A hurried yes almost bursts from him, but he traps it behind his teeth before he can actually say it. He tries to play it cool despite the heat in his face, a teasing tone as he says, “Maybe. Gotta see if you’re worth keeping around first.”
James laughs at that. Regulus thinks it sounds sweeter than his violin ever has.
“I’ll be such a good audience, I swear. I can make a career-switch. Go from sports reporting to music reporting.” Because James works for the local newspaper. Writes sports columns. Takes his son with him to football games, a tiny infant strapped to his chest. The mental image of James at a recital with baby Harry on his hip makes Regulus’ heart flutter again. “Would that be enough proof of my dedication?”
More fluttering. Traitor, traitor, traitor. Regulus pretends to ponder on it for a moment.
“It’ll do. For now.”
James scoffs. Rolls his eyes. “For now, he says.”
It sounds fond.
Neither of them says anything else but Regulus doesn’t mind it. His eyes are trained on the laundry machine with his clothes in it. He watches it spin and spin and spin. Lets himself get hypnotized by the repetitive motion, the quiet humming, James’ even breaths. It’s peaceful.
“Same time tomorrow?” Regulus asks when he has gathered all his laundry, the basket propped against his hip. He doesn’t miss the way James’ eyes droop with his nod. He chuckles softly at the sight. “Get some sleep, James.”
A mumbled, “Sweet dreams” follows him out of the room.
For once, Regulus is eager to fall asleep, only so he can see James again tomorrow.
It is only in the silent halls of the apartment building that he lets himself think that there is no sweeter dream than those moments they share.
#hello microfic enjoyers. daddy’s home.#(i mean me btw)#also i’m actually not home i am simply dropping this off before leaving again#sorrey#anyways uhhh tags#give it up for the laundry room romance!!#i just think they’d be so soft and sleepy but still trying to stay awake to talk to each other#and then slipping into their respective beds with a grin on their faces#regulus black#james potter#starchaser#jegulus#jegulus microfic#mil’s microfics#mil’s writing
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#i dont post just sketches i promise just working on soemthing a bit bigger adn i have a lot of doodles n sketches leftover in the meantime#sorrey#art#fanart#off game#the batter#off the batter#off enoch#enoch#off elsen#elsen#guyhh#eughhhhh#my game wasnt wroking for whatever reason so i had to replay zone3 almost 3 times ouvhie#it was fun im not complaining z3 is almost my fave part of the game#tehee
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being a dnfer is like sitting on the floor scrounging for crumbs while we watch out overlords (dnf) eating freshly baked bread and every so often they pity us and throw us a big chunk and it lands on our heads
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You know the feeling?
Goodbye ball 🫡😔
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Young drivers and half of f1 Twitter for some reason: FUCK LANCE STROLL DADDY'S MONEY BRAT USELESS IDIOT PAY DRIVER
meanwhile ths Lance stroll for real:
#formula 1#formula one fandom#lance stroll#sorrey#i love him out of spite#little guy being hated for no reason#and he is just a little guy#a little wee canadian boy#four apples tall and with eyelashes for days
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Hello, hello, Michelle 💕
Going to switch it up and ask you about any art you're working on of you're choosing. If you're not, then I'd love a peek into the Agent AU 👀
Lol never love sharing my art wips because I am one hell of a messy artist and I also never wanna make anyone excited about smth I might abandon. sharing under cut because you could consider at least one ...nsfw ...but also comically bad for that😂
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Im WAKING UP
To go to WORK
I twist my balls and i slam my COCK
This is it, i had enough
YEOOOOWCH
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butch in a 70s man way, long hair and slight fagness included
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losers duo is
trainee from tentative devotee by @s0fti3w1tch
and
green/leo from the night by gaylord2333
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I'm so mad my notifications are broken and I'm NOT RECEIVING THEM
I'm so sorry if I don't see something my tumblr has given up on life
#Specially bett and len#For some reason I'm not getting ur notifs and I just see u reblogged/tagged me on smth when it pops up on mh dash#Sorrey
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i wish that my brain wouldnt constantly overthink so much
#i try so hard to stop myself from thinking the worst always but sometimes its just too hard for me to handle#i just get so nervous due to years of bad shit and people literally making me overthink every little thing ever#i feel so bad whenever i start bothering people with it since im really trying not to#but sometimes its either do the annoying thing in the moment or be trapped in my thoughts for hours#vent#sorrey
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What is the aftermath of Chosen's snap of "he only keeps you cause you're usefull" to second?
We all know Second is an insecure baby, do they put their head down and leave quietly? Does he snap back? Do they give the most hurt look and give chosen space?
Also whats Dark reaction to this? (Bet hes gonna tear Chosen a new one for hurting their little brother)
LONG POST AHEAD WAHOO sorrrey hahahah
Me and my brother hal talked about the aftermath a while back, all of it happens in less than 10 minutes and outside the house, maybe Second chasing Chosen trying to make a point and Chosen finally snapping at him. Second does keep his head down and lets Chosen say some mean things to him, problem is that he gets so overwhelmed that a small part of his green powers awaken as he silently holds back the tears cause he's been hurt by someone he genuelly wished to get closer to, its not big scale like what happened in showdown its just small electricity and his eyes glowing green, he cant handle these emotions, its not even the mean things its who's saying them you know? second wants more than anything to feel like he belongs and that he's not sticking out like a sore thumb, despite loving his friends deeply he still really wants to be let in by chosen and dark.
Dark at this point in time was already on good terms w second (maybe also another reason as to why chosen would snap at second, he felt threatened that he was going to take dark away from him) so even if Dark wanted to go and comfort Second she's frozen with fear, cause suddenly he's back at that crater badly injured and alone. Chosen just doesn't care, he's pissed.
Second eventually stops holding back how hurt he is, and he breaks, he starts crying and all of that electricity and power that was building up finds a different outlet and disspiates slowly as Second silently cries into the arms of his sweater, he looks up to find both of them staring, and despite being embarrassed and hurt he holds his gaze for a moment onto Chosen before leaving. He leaves a patch of burned grass where he stood.
Dark goes after Second a couple of hours later, letting it be really clear that he's upset w Chosen, Dark arrives at the PC and Second of course greets her w a hug, the color gang are for once sleeping so he just sneaks Dark into his room and they hang out, Dark wanted to leave in less than a day but Second begs him to stay cause he's really messed up emotionally and Dark is the only one that knows why, lots of talking, Dark stays over for two days almost three and then has to go back cause he knows if he's not there Chosen will not eat or get out of bed in general so. Second lets her of course, now feeling better, both agreeing that they will give this whole family thing one more try, Dark will convince Chosen somehow. (The colors gang all freak out when they Dark walking around grabbing a glass of water for Second, all except Red, Red saw them hugging the first night and decided that if Second is okay w him then so is he, the rest accept it too for Second's sake)
#almost long post but not big enough#sorrey#hope that makes sense !!! excuse my grammar and spelling errors btw i did not proof read anything#THANK U FOR ASKING THO#ene answers#ava#avm
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well no no YOURE not chaotic but the blog is I mean there’s like a thousands anons blurting out the most random stuff every day that just leaves us ??? and then idk like skephalo discussions and the whole beta alpha debate? and then sometimes it’s like a normal blog in the way br is sometimes a normal song. and very dramatic also
im listening to it rn and it fits even better than i thought..
skephalo omegaverse is normal and accepted by society 😊
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