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not-a-matopoeia · 9 months

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Dick: And nope means nope like you said

Bruce (sobbing)

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Panel one: a young (robin) Dick Grayson and Batman are standing there, Bruce leans over and says “Dick…chum…where are your pants”, to which Dick says “Nope!” A giant shit eating grin on his face

Panel two: Robin and Batman, Robin has his hands in the air and looks excited, Batman, with the cowl on, breaking the forth wall while Jim Gordon in the very background says “Put some pants on that kid Batman.”

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inthehouseofslytherin · 1 year

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b0nten · 2 months

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LOVE ME ‘TIL DEATH CRACKS BOTH OUR SKULLS OPEN; WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ you chase grief to find closure. be it in your best friends’ eyes and laughs, in the two families you built separately, or in your high school sweetheart’s fading presence.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ idk lowkey angst???

alcohol tastes bitter when you drink it from the bottle. it burns when it cascades down your throat; it pierces your stomach when you’re drinking it while hungry.

Satoru’s passed out in the bathroom. Shoko is dissociating on the couch. you’re twenty-two and they’re twenty-three, and you’re all still dreaming of the life you wish you could have had — teenage hope and childish laughs fill the cracks of three lives that have been static for the last five years and a half.

february. valentines day just passed.

you keep a small picture of Suguru in your wallet so you don’t forget his face. it makes your heart knot and your stomach self-cannibalize; the vomit dries somewhere between the esophagus and the larynx, and your head gets bashed open, like you’re a pomegranate. if someone shakes it hard enough, you can swear memories will start falling out like seeds — after all, that’s what they really are. seeds: the cores of your existence.

the tiny porch of Shoko’s apartment is freezing. unlike Satoru, she doesn’t have those fancy radiators installed. but also unlike Satoru, she doesn’t prohibit smoking indoors, so it’d be a waste of money, time and space. the dying ficus in the corner wouldn’t be there otherwise.

a stray mayfly flies in front of you, lost from its group, searching for light. it doesn’t know your best friend will probably be cleaning its corpse from under the window.

the door creaks open, but you don’t bother turning around. from the corner of your eye, you catch chalk-white hair, and a pair of toned arms lean against the railing, next to yours, in just a moment.

“it’s midnight.” Satoru announces. “February fifteenth.”

a sigh escapes from his lips — one he tried to hold back.

February fifteenth. yours and Suguru’s anniversary. a sharp inhale cuts your throat like glass shards.

cerulean blue eyes move to scan your features. it’s not uncommon for the two of you to share heart-to-hearts anymore, and sometimes Shoko joins in too. though you’ve had more heart-to-hearts with her than Satoru, the boy still reads you like an open book, even though he has to crack the spine and dig his fingers deep enough into the cellulose to get it to open.

an image flashes across your mind. you and Suguru in the middle of Shibuya crossing, dressed in puffy winter clothes, fat scarves around your necks. his gloved hands on your cheeks as he jumps the gun, finally.

“i like you more than anything.” he said then.

Satoru, Shoko, Nanami and Haibara wide-eyed and still on the sidewalk.

“i like you more than everything.” you replied. your face was numb from the cold, but Suguru’s adoring gaze always somehow turned it warmer. he did it effortlessly, really, and in return, you made the sun shine in his eyes.

your head might explode if you think about it too much, but you feel like you can’t help yourself but chase the grief — such a hard-head you were and still are — and with the continuity came the downfall.

you’ve been keeping the pyramid scheme secret, you’ve hid the traces of the Suguru from today. you’re the only one that knows about his whereabouts, you’re the only one that has skinned him alive and gently dressed him in the shell again. you still get to see his face, and feel his presence. he’s a walking ghost of your past, haunting your desperate attempt at survival while you cling onto what you’ve got left of him.

he’s cruel when he wants to, even when he doesn’t want.

but you can’t bare yourself to stop it; you don’t want to forget his touch, his smell, his voice, his heart — you’ve long forgotten the smile anyways, besides the picture in your wallet — and maybe playing pretend is the best way to do that.

you’re just as cruel. and masochistic. but as long as it doesn’t slap you in the face, it’s okay, even though it may put your head on the chopping block.

you’ve grown used to the two small pairs of hands who run through your hair while you’re sat cross-legged on the floor, and across from you, Suguru’s eyes almost sparkle again. barely, but it’s there. he’s there. for a brief moment, you gain the hope you lose forthwith, when you see the robes and the room you’re standing in.

a hand on your shoulder pulls you out of the dwam. your eyes meet the okinawan sky in Satoru’s eyes again. Riko’s smile flares across your pupil, Satoru’s laugh rings in your ear, and the phantom of Suguru’s hand holds your smaller one in his: a picture you want to have embroidered in the innermost part of your retina, to have your optical nerve feed on it for the rest of your life and project it in front of you, blindly.

“Megumi wants to go book-shopping with you.” the strongest snickers, “he read all of the books you got last time. oh, and Tsumiki told me to ask you to come over next week or so to prepare the dolls for hinamatsuri.”

you smile. Satoru always tries to cheer you up by mentioning the kids, not that he wouldn’t be able to cheer you up himself, but there’s a fondness in your eyes when you hear about them, and especially when you spend time with them, one so pure that the heir to the Gojo clan cannot get enough of it. he truly is a great friend.

“i’ll take him shopping sometime this week.” you reply, and there is the glimmer in your eyes that makes Satoru’s smile brighter than the sun, “and i didn’t forget about the hinamatsuri. i’ll be over on the 27th.” you continue.

your best friend smiles — grins — it’s so endearing to see him smile after all that he’s been through. you smile back. co-parenting like this was never something you thought you needed, yet it helped you; it brought Satoru and you closer than ever before, and even though your relationship is purely platonic, it just made you comprehend the depths of your love towards each other.

through good and bad, thick and thin, heaven and hell — you’re not letting each other be alone anymore.

the door creaks open once again.

“let’s prank call Nanami and tell him a bank credit has been opened under his name.” the doctor grins.

six eyes look at each other, and you all enter the apartment again.

the next morning, you bid each other farewell. you smile to yourself on your way back to your place, skipping through the almost fully blossomed plum trees, stopping to buy yourself a bouquet of flowers, feeling the breeze and the sun fall against your skin forgivingly.

the front of your door looks different, though. you hit your foot against a small, carton box. you pick it up, and bring it in, setting it pretty on your kitchen counter, despite Shoko’s dramatic lectures on being careful and how the possibility of weird packages being bombs is always small but never nonexistent.

you flip the lid up. a cake. a small, little cake, white frosting and baby pink hearts adorning it. on the inside of the lid, an envelope. you tear it open with adolescent curiosity, and read.

happy anniversary, sweetheart.

come by when you can, we’re waiting for you.

P.S: the twins also left you a little gift.

you touch the inside of the envelope again. sure enough, another paper lies hidden in it. your heart bursts with gentle flowers, a gardenia blooming in your aorta, etching its roots deep into your right ventricle.

hand drawn, messily but with love, four stick figures. a very tall one with long, black hair and a circle serving as a bun, a shorter one with your hair color, and two smaller ones with fawn and dark brunette bobs. a family portrait, if you will. one that deserves its place on your fridge, right next to Megumi’s.

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the-book-ferret · 27 days

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Set in the snowy, folkloric woods, this cottage-core atmospheric, sapphic romance is the perfect cozy fantasy for a younger YA audience. Thank you so much to @pagestreetya for sending me a copy of the book! I can't wait to dive in! A sapphic twist on the classic fairy tale Snow White and Rose Red, perfect for fans of Holly Black The western wood is where Ro's father built their garden, taught her to forage, and told her tales of the faeries who live there—how to summon them, how to protect herself, and warnings of what they are capable of. Now, her father is gone, the garden has withered, and their family is struggling. Her mother and sister want to move into town, but Ro doesn't want to give up the memories of her father and his stories—or the charming village girl who shares Ro's love of the trees. The forest isn't ready to let Ro go either.

One winter night, on her way home from foraging, Ro encounters a bear attacking a fox. She fights the bear to save the fox's life, only to see the bear turn into a boy after her sister shoots him with an arrow. When the boy wakes, he has no memory of who he is—all he knows is Ro's name and that he has to kill the fox. Ro never believed in the faeries from her father's stories, but she can't deny the magic surrounding her and that both the boy and the fox are victims of a faerie curse. She'll have to remember everything her father taught her in order to extract herself from this deadly game and keep her precious fox out of harm's way. #pagestreetya #callforthafox #sapphicromance #storygramtours

#thebookferret #books #booklr #book worm #book nerd #book pets #book addict #book photography #bibliophile #ferret #ferrets of tumblr #pets of tumblr #wasabi #page street ya #call forth a fox #sapphic romance

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ３－Ｆｌｏｗｅｒｓ

－ Dandelions - 1610!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which Miles makes a wish on a dandelion flower he finds peeking out from the schools garden.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

Miles remembers the white puffy flowers he’d often see peeking out from the sidewalks in his neighborhood. He remembers the silly myth his parents told him at that tender age, where mystic and wonder was still the core of his innocence. Blow onto a dandelion and make a wish, and it’ll come true so long as you have faith in it.

He’d made many dandelion wishes in his childhood, but this one had to have been the silliest amongst them. He didn’t know which was more embarrassing; the fact that he was making a wish on a dandelion that seemed to survive the winter cold and be the first sign of spring to grace Visions Academy, or the fact that what he had wished for was among the most childish of things he’d ever done.

Yet, here he was, bent down at the knees in front of the school garden, holding the intact dandelion in his hand, twisting it around and examining it, the imagery of his crush sneaking into his mind as he did so.

It was childish, silly, downright embarrassing what he had wished for, and yet, he still did it. The evidence being the now empty dandelion head and the pieces of white wisp flowing into the cool spring breeze. Perhaps there was an inkling of childish hope in him that wondered if such a wish would come true - if his wish for his crush to notice him would actually come to fruition if he’d manifested the little bit of childhood magic he held onto for times like these, where hope was diminishing and he had no other avenues to turn to.

He didn’t believe it would work. He discarded the empty stem and made his way back to his dorm room afterwards, not thinking much of the subject. His evening was spent doing homework and arguing with Ganke on how to beat the Tetris level he was stuck on. Before the night was over, Miles had forgotten about the dandelion and the wish he made.

Then, the next day, as he was exiting his third period, he was reminded of it when he saw you approach him. It crept up on him like a spider on a wall, the realization coming after a conversation was sparked between the two of you.

“You’re Miles, right? From World History?” You said, and the boy has to remind himself what speaking is and how to do so, his voice coming out high-pitched from his anxiety.

“Y-yeah, yep! That’s me!”

“I knew you looked familiar!” You said with a smile, and Miles feels like he should be dreaming, but the weakness in his knees lets him know he is well awake and struggling against everything in the universe to not make a fool of himself.

“I know you’re a super science wiz,” you begin, “I’m ashamed to say I’m not as good as most of the kids here are when it comes to STEM.” What? You have a flaw? Impossible, he thinks, as he watches you shift your weight, a hint of nervousness in your voice. “Maybe I can tutor you in history sometime, if you’re willing to give me some pointers for my science class?”

There is nothing in the world that would get Miles to trust his voice after such an encounter; so he nods with a confirming hum to your proposal, and that seems to satisfy you enough, as a triumphant smile graces your lips.

“Great!” You chime, “See you around, Miles!”

The second you turn your back to leave, Miles Morales becomes a puddle of overwhelming emotions, heart thumping like a hammer against a wall, his school uniform suddenly becoming too hot to bear. He just talked to his crush, and didn’t make a complete fool of himself. Maybe that wish was worth something after all.

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hayakawalove · 4 months

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Love

A/N: N/A

Summary: Suguru loves you and Satoru more than anything. Easy mornings like this allow him to show it.

TW: N/A

W/C: 1,128

Suguru was a lover down to his core. And he showed it in more ways than one. He loved the way black coffee from his favorite cafe, you know the one right on 45th street, tasted on his tongue on a cold winter morning. He loved to hear kids giggling at the park when he was on his way home from work. He even felt love deep in his heart when his favorite fruit was on sale at the grocery store. He tried to show his care in everything he did. Kindness, the strongest virtue, he believed. His mom even called him “lover boy” when he was a child, but you’d have to pry that knowledge from his hands.

But above all else, Suguru loved his partners. He would do anything for the two of you, even shift the sun and moon if you asked him to. Satoru, his wry boyfriend with fluffy white hair. It reminded him of clouds that lay in the sky on a sunny day. Peaceful, and beautiful. Except, Satoru was the furthest thing from peaceful.

And then there was you. You only had to look at Suguru once with your soft eyes for him to know he was done for. He was hooked, wanting to fulfill your every need on bated breath.

Because Suguru was a man of love it was no surprise at all really that he wanted to have two partners. Why would he pour all his love into one person when he could share it?

One of the ways Suguru enjoyed showing his appreciation was by cooking. He liked it all. Cooking, baking, even grilling.

Although every time he grilled, Satoru bumped in and insisted he wanted to do it. If it weren’t for you distracting Satoru enough for Suguru to flip the meat then things would end up burnt every time. But that’s okay, he didn’t mind, really.

It was slow mornings like this when Suguru was able to express his love. You and Satoru sat across from him on mismatched bar stools while he glided across the kitchen grabbing ingredients.

Morning light flooded in, illuminating your figures and warming your still sleepy skin. His brow quirks up while listening to the two of you bicker.

“Sugu can you make me- HEY! Toru I was eating that!”

“What? No you weren’t.” Satoru responds, casually chewing on a slice of an apple he stole from your lips.

“Yes I was! It was literally halfway in my mouth! Sugu did you see that?”

Suguru can’t help the small smile that graces his lips.

“Oh was it? I didn’t notice.” Satoru speaks around the mouthful of food.

Your bottom lip juts out in a kissable pout, your arms crossing against your chest. You always wore one of the boys shirts from the day before in the mornings, and today, lucky for him, it was Suguru’s.

Suguru tilts his head and looks down while he whisks batter. Satoru insisted on crepes for the day. An array of fillings littered the counter. Butter, chocolate, cinnamon, and whip cream. Most people wouldn’t be able to stomach all of that at 7 am, but then again Satoru wasn’t most people.

And neither were you.

You decide to ignore Satoru’s early morning banter and settle on watching Suguru. You prop your cheek against your palm and watch him work on creating your early meal.

Suguru feels a rush of excitement flow through his veins at your gaze. You had all been together for years, but he never felt any less giddy around you.

“Thank you for working so hard for us. We’re lucky.”

Suguru feels pink begin to dust his cheeks.

“Work hard? I’m only making you guys crepes.” He tries to push off.

“Yeah, but still. We probably wouldn’t eat three times a day if it weren’t for you. Satoru for sure would malnourish and wither away.”

“Hm, that would be a shame.”

Your lip twitches up when the two of you make eye contact.

Love, love, love.

“It would be. Guess that means you can’t go anywhere.”

“I suppose so, doesn’t it?” He responds.

He wouldn’t dream of leaving the two of you.

Suguru finished the crepes and was flipping them onto a plate when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. At some point Satoru heaved himself up and trudged to Suguru, throwing his arms around him.

“Oh Suguru! Thank you, thank you!” Satoru exclaims loudly, smooshing kisses against Suguru’s face.

You giggle and watch the two as you grab one of the plates. Your laughter fills the small kitchen, a melody to the two men’s ears.

Suguru pried the dramatic man off his body and pushed a plate towards him.

With a mouthy grin Satoru accepted the food and began piling copious amounts of fillings inside.

Home, this was home.

The two of you shovel the food in your mouth happily while Suguru leans forward against the counter, his eyes tracing your figures.

“This is so good Sugu. Here!” You say with a grin, the last piece of your crepe sitting on your fork that’s outstretched in front of you.

Suguru never cared for eating his own cooking, he only ever made food for you. But he would eat anything you offered him, he thought.

Suguru opens his mouth to eat the last piece, his eyes flicking down once they make contact with yours.

“Thank you baby.” He murmurs around the food.

“And Satoru will do the dishes for us!” You offer up cheerfully.

“What? Why don’t you do them?” Satoru is snapped from his post crepe daze.

You ignore the question and stack the plates, moving them right in front of Satoru.

With a hum you ignore Satoru and hop off your stool, making your way over to Suguru. Your fingers run through his black tresses, combing through it as if you were untangling his hair, but it never got tangled. You always said it was because he had the perfect hair, you were jealous. Suguru had no idea what you had to be jealous for. He loved your hair.

“Come back to bed with me?” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down.

Suguru breathes in your scent, tasting the sugary syrup on your lips when you kiss him.

“We can sleep a bit longer.” You say.

Dishes clatter in the sink and you try to stifle a laugh. Suguru watches you with stars in his eyes as you glance over at Satoru.

How did he get gifted with such a life?

“Of course baby.” He says back. Suguru didn’t know if you knew, truly knew how much he loves you and Satoru. But he would try showing it until his dying days.

#my writing #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru x reader x gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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look at this stuff isn’t it neat/j

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

D100 merch featuring the Platinum Suit Grim illustration!

Grim and Mickey holographic acrylic block (this item was shown off in the Halloween livestream!)

Grim and Mickey pin set

Grim and Mickey plush set

Grim and Mickey holographic sticker set

Grim and Mickey drinking glasses

Grim and Mickey coin style medals

Grim and Mickey drawstring pouch

Grim and Mickey holographic clear card (as a freebie for purchases over 7000 yen)

It seems these plushies will be making their first appearance at a winter TWST exhibit in Japan! They’ll be available online as well.

Wow, there’s a lot of variety in the colors, shapes, and designs in this batch! It’s over 3 years of TWST now, so it’s nice to see these event outfits again (and not just the Halloween and Birthday outfit plushies); it’s like walking down memory lane.

The gift calendar is like an advent calendar; you open the number the corresponds to the days counting down to the holidays and get a new present for each day. However, this particular calendar is exclusively holiday messages from 23 TWST characters (22 of the core cast + Grim, I assume).

It is not yet clear if these holiday messages will be like the White Day cards (written in English) or if they will be written in Japanese. The sample image appears to show text horizontally, but this should not be taken as confirmation.

There’s also three different post card + sticker decoration sets.

New Birthday Boy visuals being used for a variety of items, including wafer cards, charms, and full body acrylic standees.

Each boy is holding up numbers representing their birthday!

Shoes and earrings inspired by the seven dorms!! These are a collaboration with the brand MAYLA.

Wah, they’re so fancy and nice to look at but the earrings also seem hella heavy 😭 Why does TWST always do jewelry collabs and why do the earrings always gotta look so nice—

#instead of making separate posts about these I’m going to save myself time and make one post #twst #twisted wonderland #twst merch #twisted wonderland merch #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #twst news #twisted wonderland news #Grim

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cipherdice · 5 months

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from the same batch of glittery grey resin as the liquid cores come these frosty bois (mixed with a little opaque white). I was vibing with maybe a winter eladrin or changeling for these, what do you think?

#cipher dice #handmade dice #dice #wip dice #dice goblin #dungeons and dragons dice #dice making

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ria-writes-stories · 5 months

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Ship: Nuzi

Title: Cherry bright cheeks

Genre: Cotton Romance

Description: Wouldn't you like to know weather boy?/ref

for: (forgive me for the ping)

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(No one's pov)

The cold harsh wind of the atomic winter waste planet waltzed through the empty hollow streets and cities. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound, everything was in a harmonic silence, or so that should be the case...

Uzi and N were on the roof of a tall building, with a stack of magazines and manga next to them. Uzi was showing N some of her favourite manga and magazines, which varied from absolute chaos and riot to simple heavenly illustrations. N being completely new to all of this, he always had questions 'Hey Uzi what's this?' 'What about this?' 'Why did everything get so dark all of a sudden?' 'Wow! so many details!' N was pretty joyful to be able to see all of this as Uzi simply smiled looing at N's uncontained happiness as she explained to him every single little thing, in the most Uzi way possible of course 'It's an alien' 'It's a mutant zombie' Because it is the scene where the protagonist proceeds to unlock their inner anger to destroy, tear and break everything within their path' 'Yes, there are many details, that's why I like it so much'.

Uzi's head was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Her short purple hair was gently being brushed by the hair, like a soft caress of an old friend that hasn't seen her in so long, while her mesmerizing deep purple eyes subtly darted between the pages of the manga to the eyes of her 'friend'. Friend. What a liar she is. A terrible one at that.

Her heart beat a thousand kilometers per hour whenever she saw his smile. His bright shiny star smile, with those yellow eyes of his like two orbs made from the core of the sun itself, so warm, gentle and soft yet capable of cruel, merciless heats of wave enough to kill one. 'You lead a murder drone here?!' the first day they met. The first day they saw one another for the very first time, back when she still believed that disassembly drones were nothing more or less than savage ruthless beasts and monsters, helpless puppets in the hands of the cruel humans.

And now she couldn't imagine a more gentle beast that ever walked upon this planet. He was so pure, how could anyone wish him anything but well? Always putting other before himself, always looking out for her, always being there for her, no matter what, no matter their fights even. She was hollow and empty the day after they defeated eldrtich J, and then when she saw him again at prom night... she felt like all of her beggs, prayers and wishes were answered. All she has ever yearned for was right there in front of her.

His eyes were looking at everything with such great curiosity, but not necessarily because he found it as intriguing as she did, not, he looked with so much entertain because he knew how much all of these things meant to her, and he knew how much more it meant that she was sharing all of this with him. It made him feel warm. It made his heart have a strange and unsettled calamity. One that soothe his soul and yet made it feel as if his chest was on the verge of bursting at any given moment.

He analysed every single detail and message in all of these white and black pages. He couldn't help but wonder what she felt when she first read these pages by herself. Was she nervouse? Was she excited? Was she thrilled? How did she feel when she first read them all on her own? How does she feel now sharing them with him? He wanted to know what's in her mind, what's in her heart. It simply felt like that was his duty, that it was what he had to do to feel fulfilled and not once before has he felt better than being by her side. Fear wasn't something he felt anymore, it was simply...gone, as if it was never there... perhaps he even forgot what it felt like.

She acted rough all of the time but he knew it wasn't intentional, at least not with him. It was simply what she was used to, walls built around her heart due to so many unfortunate events happening in her life, and he couldn't dread anything more than everything that has hurt her and caused this.

Yet he admired her for it. She was all on her own and she didn't let anyone walk all over her, yet he didn't have that many coming for him and he was stepped all over. How was she so strong? Was it her soul? Her mind? Her heart? Her spirit? Whatever it was he admired her, he looked up at her and...maybe loved her.

In a moment of weakness his eyes trailed off from the pages of the manga open in front of him, and slowly but surely made their way towards her face. What was there not to admire? Those deep purple eyes like the vast wide galaxy, filled with so many wonders, adventures and fascination. Her short hair that looked as if it was hand made by the stars themselves as a humble gift to compliment her as a person.

Their eyes met. Shock, fear, anxiety, both startled and caught off guard by the other one. Her eyes looked into his gentle docile sunshine orbs as he looked into her strong and determined, galaxy orbs. Their hearts shyly asked each of them to not look away as their brains told them to immediately break eye contact, but neither seemed to listen, they were stuck as if immortalised in an eternal painting that will last for centuries and beyond.

"So... uhm... do you like the manga?" Uzi was the first to break the silence as she looked at N with an unsure look. "O-oh!" N said as he looked away. "Y-yeah! It's nice." "Cool." Uzi said with a sheepish smile as she looked away shyly with a slight blush on her, as N did the same, rubbing his neck from nervousness.

"Oh- also, I was going to ask, what is this? I see it a lot through your mangas." "Oh, these? They are Cherry Blossoms!" Uzi replied calmly as N looked at her face with purely curious eyes. "Are they purple?" "No. Why?" Uzi asked as she looked up at N puzzled with his question. "Oh, no reason. I just read somewhere here that a boy told a girl she has Cherry Blossoms on her cheeks." N said with a dorky smile.

Uzi's face lit up immediately as her blush only spread from the comment.

"N!!!" She said in revolt as she lightly frowned crossing her arms to her chest as she looked away. "You can't just say that to people!" "Ah-!!! I'm sorry Uzi!" N said immediately as anxiety and nervousness filled his voice. Was it a bad thing? Did he screw up? He was so nervous he didn't know what to do other than stand there and look at Uzi.

Uzi on the other hand felt her cheeks warm up as she lightly looked over her shoulder and she couldn't help but smile slightly at his worry.

'Like the cherry blossom of your cheeks'

Uzi remembers the line very clearly, from her favourite romance manga, and she couldn't help but wonder, how much of a coincidence N's words were.

The end

#murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones nuzi

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aroace-polyshow · 5 months

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hi more me guessing hw songs.

i learned the lyrics to Snowman by halyosy (lyrics) and now can't stop thinking of it as a potential hw song- not as a song they would cover, but as a song their virtual singer would sing to them (kaito to tsukasa specifically). i don't think you've ever shared virtual singer lore so im making it up drawing influence from the feelings of both the nightcord and wxs virtual singers

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart". -> n25s miku's whole thing is to be there for mafuyu and help ease the pain in her heart. i'd guess the virtual singers of hw would have a similar motivation. (also, the lie in question was that the boy had friends and was talented at school and sports, so that his dying mother didn't worry about him. if this isn't tsukasa at its core.)

"I tried to warm your cold smile, but I can't make a smile with my artificial eyes" -> but the vs aren't actually real (i dont want to think about the implications of sekai so i will leave it there), so what can they do other than provide support? provide a word here or there, a wish of healing? but also- the wishes of the virtual singers have to come from somewhere, right? is this not also the wish of hw- "i want you to be happy, even if i am not yet myself"?

"Neon tubes and monochrome snow" -> i actually don't really know what this line means in the actual song but here- the neon lights of the theater, the colorful world of the stage, and the cold, grey feelings freezing them in place?

"I'll tell you how to do it, I believe you can do it, Soft snow covers our tracks" -> this again as the wish of the virtual singers- i can't change for you, but i can offer advice and push you forward because i know you can (oh also spitball other point- kaito's line in his 1.5 anni card- "when faced with a wall, i don't want to push them up over from the bottom. I want to climb it myself and pull them up with me, so that we can see the other side together"). i had a connection to the soft snow covering our tracks part but i don't know how to say it in words. but in colors it's a soft orange. which i know doesn't make any sense.

"You ran with your friends" -> emu nene rui do i need to say more here. (yes because it never gets old. because of the pain, of the things that tore them down, of the steps they took back up, they found their dreams friends family).

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" -> yes

also raising the point of snow imagery- it alrealy exists in normal n25- mafuyu did chose the name "yuki". and i think there was an event about it. i think that theme also works in hw. but instead of the damp, blue sort of snowfall that feels cold and hollow, it's the warmer, sparkly snow of dawn. it's the snow that was lonely in the night, but beings to feel less so when the light first begins to break.

AADHWJJDNWKDNWKDUSQJOSHISKWUQNDOBWNSNSJ acey are you in my fucking brain. aroace wxs fanatics really do share a brain cell because HELLO??????/silly

i haven’t said shit about the virtual singers yet but ohmygod your guess is so fucking on point. awawawa. this is so fucking hw core and like it fits so so fucking well into the current thoughts i have for both tsukasa and the main story guhhhh explodes explodes explodes

firstly, might as well do a tiny bit of explanation for hw virtual singers. they both have the same overall personalities as canon wxs, kaito being the responsible older brother figure (representing what tsukasa wants to be like yknow) and miku being very childish and all (i. forget her symbolism w tsukasa. whoops). also given that the sekai and they were created from tsukasa’s feelings, they are well aware that tsukasa isn’t quite okay. even if he isn’t entirely aware of it himself. yknow how he is. anyway. you’re very right about hw virtual singers. their goal is both to ease their pain but also to like. revive the bit of hope they all had, and help them not lose it again. given it’s an online theater group, they of course want to help them do shows and find joy in doing again, because despite it hurting them so badly they still hold so much love for shows and the vs want to help them with it, but more than anything they want them all to find joy in living again. like they’ve all been hurt and vs is there to ease that pain and help them find joy and hope despite being given so much shit and having been hurt. yknow. and i don’t have much to add aside from that cause like. you got them so well. my god

"You ran with your friends" throwing UP. i hate these clowns and their stupid loving friendship and love and care they have for each other because who else understood them like they did each other who else did they have aside from each other because who else will drag them back up and cling to hope with them like they do for each other. they’re so. sobs.

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" YES. YES INDEED. they’re all gonna be okay. they’re gonna be okay. cries.

tsukasa side note:

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart" -> also like you said TBIS IS TSUKASA AT HIS CORE and he’s exactly the same in hw. he wants to be that big brother his siblings can look up to he wants to make them proud and he especially doesn’t want to worry anyone Ever and saki and toya know something might be wrong but he won’t tell her (but to be fair. he hasn’t exactly admitted it to himself either) bc he’s tsukasa tenma!! he’s okay!!! he has to be okay!! he’s going to be a star!! and what kind of star would let a lot a few setbacks get him down!! so there’s no need for anyone to worry!! cause he’s a-okay!! (<- lying. to himself as well.) honestly at this rate i’m not even gonna need to do the tsukasa ramble since i’m just rambling about him in asks when i can /lh

#asks #hollow ☆ wonderland #screams and cries and throws up #i might have repeated stuff a bit sorry i tend to do that dknwkdhwmd #anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS. ROTATING THESE LYRICS IN MY HEAD. MY GOD #long post #also took me forever to answer my bad. curse you classes…

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bambiesfics · 7 months

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𝜗𝜚 Don’t be stranger

wanna know my name?

it’s Bambie. My mutuals (I love you sm) nicknamed me BamBam, Bambs and Bamberella. I’m a black fem writer <3

age?

I’m in my early twenties, just started!

blood type?

type o negative (jk, that’s a band I listen to).

where I live?

Ooh’ Canada our home & Native land. True patriot love in all thy sons command! 🇨🇦

what I look like?

gonna get my hair done and show you soon

hobbies

going to underground raves, crocheting cute items, curating new Pinterest boards, re-inventing my style monthly, falling asleep on mdma, getting distracted despite having a lot of work to do (live, laugh love adhd), responding to anons, reading slightly boring fiction (🤍 Hi Mieko Kawakami, ily), making my crushes in the sims 4, people-watching on my college campus (so many artsy/alt hotties), making up scenarios to songs, reading manga.

fandoms I love?

aside from The last of us (my baby), I like Yellowjackets (sapphic fandom too), Voltron, The Walking Dead (zombies yum), Castlevania, Adventure time (I’m a bubbline WARRIOR, and I want to sit on marceline’s face), My little pony (Do. Not. Laugh), and too many anime’s to list (send me an ask abt them if ur ever curious ) + a few more

music?

Just to give you a range: crystal castles (Alice glass only), ken Carson, Tool, Hole, Kittie, Traitrs, Destroy lonely, iggy pop, lancey foux, Boy Harsher, Alex g, Team Sleep, Arca, Bring me the Horizon, Blood Orange, vocaloid, City girls, Yves tumour, Elliot smith, Mitski, Yeat + more

shows?

the fandoms I mentioned + Interview with the vampire (it’s entertaining, strongly recommend), The boys, The Bear, Game of thrones, Shameless, The white lotus, Rick and Morty

aesthetic?

I jump back and forth a lot on it. But right now I’m leaning towards bimbo-core. Pink lipgloss, pink clothes, cleavage spilling, tight clothes, camel-toe facing the world, high pleaser heels, long acrylic nails to hold the strap.

say no to?

Drugs

say yes to?

Sucking the strap

quick game of this or that ?

Mascs or fems? Both, just want a wife

Hot weather or cold weather? Hot weather

Pancakes or waffles? Waffles

Pineapple on pizza or no? Pineapples on pizza

Ability to turn invisible or ability to read minds? Turn invisible

Shopping in-store or online? Online (Covid changed me)

Shower or bath? Shower (that one icarly episode changed me)

Avocado toast or waffles with Maple syrup? I’m Canadian, it’s waffles n’ syrup for me.

While sleeping: Fan or No Fan? Fan on, even in winter

Live on a farm or live in a forest cabin? Forest cabin

Tumblr or Twitter? Twitter, even though it’s bad for my mental health.

Kids or no kids? Kids, wanna give my wife a small family

Ass or tits? Tits. But it’s ironic for me considering I have a huge fucking butt.

Ellie or Abby? Love you Abbydoll but it’s gone have to be Ellie.

Hope you’ve warmed up to me a bit, see you bae.

Me af if u even care ^ 🦌

#navigation #don’t laugh at my little pony or me being Canadian I’ll start sobbing 🙏🏾

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vyrid · 8 months

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The 'Bashing Fictional Characters' Series– Chapter One, Piper McLean.

Piper McLean, the tomboy daughter of Aphrodite, badass on the battlefield, a classic example of defying her heritage– not.

Now, don't get me wrong. There are moments where Piper is really brave and shows her worth to the readers– like battling the winter goddess Khione, waking up Festus, using her charm-speak power and her quick thinking to get our favorite boys and girls out of trouble. She's an admirable character, and I don't doubt for a second that the crew needs her.

I am not her biggest fan in town, but I disagree with people who say that our Argo II team would have survived without her assistance. She's shown to be a huge asset to the crew, and we can leave the honor of uselessness to other characters like Hazel Levesque Octavian NoLastName. Drew Tanaka, who can charmspeak, wouldn't get along with the others and would probably spend the battle staring in the mirror. There is no replacement for Piper in the series.

Now, with those points aside, Piper is a hollow character who Rick Riordan could have done so much for, but decided to make her a female-warrior, a tomboy, a cliche boy obsessed demigod who seems more like the girl of the group than anything.

The main thing that bothers me about Piper is that half of her chapters seem to revolve around Jason, and how great he is. I mean, she should have been locked up when she said that Percy is unimpressive looking next to the cold hero Jason is (she's absolutely right.) I mean, I get it babe, Jason is hot and everything, but Jason doesn't seem to think about Piper nearly as much as she thinks of him. I know that she likes him, but it seems near-obsessive. Everyone should be proud of their dashing superman boyfriends, for sure, but her constant after-thought of Jason after every sentence just gives me.. icks. If she was nearly as independent as Riordan likes to portray his women in HOO, I think she should be able to look at a desk without comparing the shine of it to Jason's glowy eyes.

Another pet-peeve of mine is less Piper's fault and more Rick's, but I feel like her character is just like every other girl in the series—hates feminine things, actively ruins and downplays her beauty, and hates being the daughter of Aphrodite. Every girl in the series, like Annabeth, Reyna, Zoe, Thalia, Hazel, seem to have a couple things in common: being rough and tough and tomboyish. It makes you think that you can't be a hero if you like girly things, and I don't think that's fair at all. There is nothing wrong with enjoying normal teenage girl hobbies– I mean, I could totally take out Kronos with my makeup brush. When I was shown Annabeth's casualness to the feminine side of things in the Sea of Monsters, when Percy says that makeup and dresses and braided hair isn't Annabeth, I said, "Fine. Feminine isn't the core of all females. I like how Annabeth is different from how blonde white girls are portrayed in the 2000's." But as time went on, and every girl I met was just like Annabeth, the heat of the anger fell to Piper, the last girl to fall in this pile. (I am aware that Silena Beauregard was a girly-girl and a hero, but she is one of so few.)

Also, totally unrelated, but her constant bitching, uh, I mean, whining, in the books makes me want to cover my ears, and I'm reading off a page with total silence around me.

But all of these are minor problems. Other problems, like her being strong enough to put a Giant to sleep, are just minor pet-peeves that are more on Riordan's short thinking than Piper being a lacking character.

But, the one thing that threw Piper out of the window for me, is her breakup with Jason in the Trials of Apollo.

As most of you know, Piper and Jason's relationship was fabricated by Hera and Aphrodite. Her dance with Jason on the rooftop and their limited-time dating was a trick of the mist, and she was devastated that everything she knew about him was all in her head.

But the thing about Piper in HOO was that she spent all the series making up for the faked time. She proved, through all odds, that Jason and her were meant for each other. She refused to let Hera and her mother get in the way of her love for Jason, and that's really admirable– she is utterly in love with Jason, and actively makes up for the wasted time. At the end of the series, we see everything Piper and Jason were supposed to be in the beginning.

That is something I genuinely loved her for. Against all odds, her love for Jason prevailed, in classic Aphrodite fashion, but it was a sweet and commendable ending.

And then she broke up with Jason in TOA using the excuse of feeling chained because their relationship was fabricated by Hera and Aphrodite, and wanting to find out who she was without being told by goddesses– What? She spent all of the Heroes of Olympus series making her and Jason's life real. She made up for the fabrication that was her love life and got her ending with Jason, but she ruined it. Like, girl, if you were so stressed about your relationship being a lie, what were you thinking for 5 whole books? Not a single thought for 5 books, and suddenly it's a whole issue behind the scenes. Reyna could have had him if you had made up your damn mind, and gotten her happy ending (/j.)

Then Jason is killed right in front of her before they could reconcile. She then goes on to blame Apollo for this and largely retreats to the sidelines. Appearing at the very end having her rooftop fantasy with some girl that we never met before named Shel.

What just happened?

Short summary: Piper sucks.

#percy jackson series #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jason grace #jasper #jason x piper #Percy Jackson #anti piper mclean #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson and the Olympians #this is a new series guys #stay tuned for more negativity

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definegodliness · 1 year

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Once we had ice cream

I’m from a small rural village. To put you in my shoes: just imagine you can’t order sushi anywhere, but you can get fresh produce within walking distance. It’s charmingly medieval. Travelling merchants. The fish-dude’s produce scent marks the entire town square every Tuesday, and, boy, will you crave his beer-battered fried cod-bits. It is quite frankly a test of character, with a lot of inner dialogue involved. It’s so good, but as an inborn glutton, I have learned to keep my whims in check.

Luckily, today is a Friday.

Today is the cheese-guy’s day. And I dread the line in front of his stall. I’m always the seventh in line waiting, and everyone in front of me is treated like a human being; offered casual chitchat, tastings, and being persuaded into buying specific new cheeses, because, ‘I know you’re gonna love this’.

The cheese-guy and I are text-based acquaintances. I order stuff to speed up the process. Then, I stand in line and when it’s my turn, it’s:

“Number 37.”

“Number 37? Oh, Mark! You needn’t say.”

I get my order, in a white paper bag with not the number 37, but my name on it. I pay. I leave. Efficiently. — Epiphany: I really have become too citified after having spent the majority of my adult life in them. I should get back to giving people the time of day. Embrace rurality. —

I digress.

Either way, you’re in my shoes now.

I’m from a small rural village. I have the basics: a fish-dude, a cheese-guy, some poulterers, a butcher, bakeries, and a farm shop selling all kinds of local produce. No sushi. Goddammit. If it wasn’t for forests, I’d choose seas above rivers. However, and so, among all those basics, imagine, I, once, in my rural village, had an Italian Italian ice-cream maker. Gennaro.

Gennaro was a true gelato craftsman, with recipes handed down to him transgenerationally. His pistachio was as smooth as setting sails. His amarena cherry was the ruby centerpiece on the sparkling crown of biblical queens. People swarmed, each summer, to get a taste of whatever Gennaro was offering. His only two-ingredient ice-cream being stracciatella. The rest was pure taste; a distillation of the core ingredient into creamy and cool satisfaction. But, then, at the height of his popularity, he vanished. Homesick. Gennaro always went back home during winter, but this one time he simply never came back.

Gennaro went, and I saw all kinds of industries trying to make his central town square placed accommodation successful. They all failed.

Last year we got a Domino’s.

I hate this.

I’m not even exaggerating. I find it sacrilegious. Everything that’s wrong with this world is distilled into seeing this what once was a shrine of life altering craftsmanship, tainted by the epitome of taste-bud-assailing excessiveness in consumerist crap. You hadn’t had ice cream, until you tasted Gennaro’s. You still haven’t had pizza, after eating Domino’s.

This world, being as miserable as it is, surely will have made matters worse. There is no end to its corruption of all things sacred. I just know that somewhere in Italy, Gennaro’s grandson is working in some city-based shack, selling overpriced tubs of Ben & Jerry’s to tourists.

“Cookie Dough is my favourite”, he tells them, gleefully. Horridly honestly. And the tourists resoundingly agree:

“Can’t get any better than that!”

Excuse me, I gotta lie down for a while.

My stomach’s churning.

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makeitp1nk · 2 years

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Wrote a special one for a special day. Hope you like it ❤️

Sunset

Drarry | Rated G | No warnings | 339 words

Hogsmeade was dressed in snow, making the lights and warmth of the pubs inescapably alluring. They’d known each other for years, but the date might as well have been a blind one—a lifetime had passed and made them men where boys had once bickered and sneered. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the heat of the fire, but time sped up. The date they both had dreaded extended to the pub’s close.

They could have stayed there forever, kindred spirits recognizing an equal. Harry walked Draco to the nearby Muggle town and waited for him to haul a taxi, both carrying on as though the wait would never end. When the taxi arrived shortly after, Draco stood at the vehicle's open door and looked at Harry with a bewildered expression. I’m not ready to go, why am I not ready to go? it said. Me neither, Harry’s responded.

“I… I hope I see you again,” Draco managed.

Harry smiled and helped him into the cab. After he closed the door, he leaned down and kissed Draco’s forehead through the open window. “I have a feeling you will.”

Cold winter air buffeted Draco as the car sped away. A forehead kiss. On a first date. It had warmed him to his core with an intensity nothing could shake, chapped lips communicating what was too early to say and sharing a feeling stronger than a vision—a promise, a wish. Hopes for the future planted in Draco’s heart with a kiss. Dear. Love. Forever.

💒

Leaves crunched at their feet at Regent’s Park the fall of their seventh year together on the day the promises of that first forehead kiss came true. The ceremony was small, just their children and their four closest friends. The air fizzled with magic and love, warming charms and laughter. Scorpius made the cake. Both grooms wore white and gold.

They had grown up together. Spent a lifetime apart. And on that day, in the sunset of their lives, they chose each other to spend the rest of their seasons together.

#drarry #nice day for a p1nk wedding #p1nk writes

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dolly-macabre · 6 months

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⚙️ 𝕶𝖑𝖔𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝟐𝟓 ⚙️

ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡

After that final battle in aotd

Thank you for letting me include Ceelie, @gointothevvater

Dolly lays on her stomach, surrounded by snow and ice, her cheek pressed into the cold. Her body is in shambles. Salacia had swatted her right out of the sky despite her intimidating offense. The things she’s witnessed today are hard for her to wrap her mind around. Between her nemesis’ transformation and his demise at the mouth of the water god. And the fans! They came through for them. Without them, the battle would’ve gone much differently.

“We did it,” she gasps, a rough cough following, blood spattering across the white blanket below her.

She lifts her head enough to see the sun is shining bright once more and she can hear the fans cheering.

“We really did it…” She feels the tears begin to well up and roll down her frozen face.

Just then, she can hear Nathan’s voice speak over everyone, “I, uh, have something to say.”

But the crowd continued to chant for their saviors.

“Shut the fuck up for one second!”

The crowd is still now.

“Well, he’s still as eloquent as ever,” Dolly says to herself, just barely audible. A chuckle rumbles in her chest, but she can’t seem to catch her breath. She can feel herself fading, she has no clue to where, but she wasn’t going to miss what Nate had to say.

“I wanna say… Thank you. I mean, you’re not just the fans, you’re… My God, you are the Army of the Doomstar!” The revelation must have just come over him. “Holy shit! I’m just putting that together. I mean, you were always the Army of the Doomstar, and you were always right in front of me. And I just didn’t see it. I mean, sure, our relationship can get tricky, but you were always there for us. I mean, holy fucking shit!”

That earns another giggle from Dolly. Nathan is such a sweetheart at his core. She’s always known this, but the fact that the fans get to see this side of him in this light brings her insurmountable joy.

“And I’m sorry I tried to break up with you. But you came when we needed you most. And I just realized something else. Oh, boy.” Nathan could hardly contain himself. “My family, my band, all of us. This! This is the Great Reuniting!”

The crowd begins to erupt into applause once more. Dolly coughs up a huge clot of blood, but all the while she’s smiling, sobbing at this point. This was everything they’d been fighting for. It was finally over. She rests her head back down on the snow and begins to drift off in peace.

“Thank you! What a fucking day! Right?” Nathan adds.

“You’re right about that, bud…” As everyone delights in the reverie of their victory, Dolly’s eyes close, and in that moment, she swears she feels her soul leave her body.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

Limping her way across the battlefield, St. Cecilia looks out across the casualties. So much bloodshed in the name of their saviors. She catches a glimpse of pale skin and black hair blowing in the winter breeze up ahead.

“No! Not her. Please not her.” She picks up her pace as fast as she can muster, tripping over bodies here and there. As she approaches the body, it becomes more and more obvious that it is her. Her dear friend, Dolly. St. Cecilia kneels, gently turning Dolly over so she’s on her back. The tears begin to build up as she stares down on Dolly's gaunt face. “Dahlia,” she whimpers.

Just then, she sees a puff of warm breath exhale from her nose.

“She’s alive!” St. Cecilia rejoices, loading her friend on her back to carry her to shelter.

“For a tiny thing you sure are heavy, love,” she teases as though Dolly can hear her “Let’s get you out of the cold, yeah?”

#kloktober2023 #mtl oc #dahlia birkett #dolly macabre #st. cecilia jameson #dethklok #aotd #my mtl #dollym.writing

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curioushabitforarivergod · 2 months

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First 10 Lines

rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern

conclusion: I seem to write short and direct sentences, I think.

yay!! omg thanks so much for the tag @tommarvoloriddlesdiary

Anakin is hard again. [Mock Orange]

It is constant. [The Lighthouse Keeper]

The next day, River crashes Stansted in a training exercise, through a piece of information lost in translation: white shirt, blue tee/blue shirt, white tee. [Hard-Hearted Men (a missing scene from Half-Hearted Circles)]

There’s something familiar, if not nostalgic, about gripping Spider like this, hands wound tightly into the fabric of his shirt, his jacket. [Half-Hearted Circles]

The front room of the Akaashi-family-home is hot and stuffy, even though it’s winter; the thermostat on too high. [tomorrow, they burn Koutarou]

It’s like a game. [lithe-creature-orient-boy (this is the game of control)]

When Hitoka wakes, the other side of the bed is empty. [the apple cores of tomorrow and every day after]

Semi and Hinata are kissing again, this time by the front gates. [soft hearts, electric souls]

James slips into the church too late. [Absolute Beginners]

By Jupiter, the last night. [Last Night]

tagging: @allthepeculiarthings and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#tag game #my fic #my multifandom is showing #haikyuu #slow horses #star wars #all creatures great and small #night at the museum #thank you for the tag pls pls pls feel free to tag again llol

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