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yeah manwhore gojo is great but what about touch starved gojo who fantasises holding your hand. spends his nights dreaming about the way you would feel cuddled in his arms. his entire face red and blushing at the mere thought of your lips chastely pressing against his. he can't stay thinking about that too long though because it'll result in him giggling and kicking his feet all night and getting no sleep.
gojo who sits downs next to you and almost combusts feeling your soft thigh lightly pressing against his. he just yearns to be close to you in any way possible. his leg wrapped around yours whilst you're sitting opposite each other, his pinkie always reaching for you. he's always blushy and giggly around you and it's the most adorable thing ever. this man loves you so much and he's not afraid to show it at all. he wears the simp title like a badge of honour.
it's not just physically either. he no longer thinks in his own voice. his entire brain has literally been rewired ever since meeting you. your voice is always replaying in his head, the way you say his name is on repeat 24/7. the sweet little nicknames you give him too.
like yes, he is your sweet little cuddlebug and he is your cutie patootie blue eyes white dragon. and he's so proud of it. yk those titles people have after their names like DClinPsy and MBBS, he has that in his bio too, but it's just silly little nicknames you've given him.
this man is a true loverboy through and through.
#🌻.lija speaks#love manwhore gojo don't get me wrong he's great but there's something just so soft about touch starved gojo#he's not used to being loved on by someone so even the smallest amount of affection and attention has him soaring to the moon#and he's not shy or quiet about it either he wants you to know how you affect him and how deeply he appreciates and cherishes your love#he's the bestest#gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jjk gojo#jjk gojo satoru#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk writing#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
#spilled ink#warm up#can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically#i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason#it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism.#and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out#we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you.#this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism#where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off.#your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell#at the industry - you are probably not listening .#anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit#but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance#> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally#> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field#> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :)#(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice#i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what.#cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men.#so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT.#instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them.#which btw. is like. actual feminism.)
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me reading a post about non-existent fictional mobsters from a movie that has never existed
#goncharov#look my opinion on goncharov is that it's still funny#i still like the meme#i love the idea of posting your reactions to a film that does not exist#because the beauty is that it's SUCH a great film that all others pale in comparison#written by a man whose mother was italian and whose father was a license plate#i love the art!#i love the idea!#but some stuff is like#you have not seen a mafia movie have you#stop trying to bring it into our reality!!!#you are not going to be able to write the greatest mafia movie that has ever existed#WAIT YOU CAN EDIT TAGS NOW WITHOUT REWRITING#I JUST DRAGGED ONE AROUND AND I CAN EDIT IT????
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I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.
#don't you want to go on a nice medieval pilgrimage?#don't you want to rest a little? answer some questions? learn something about yourself?#this was originally a pentiment medieval quiz and now it's this#it's pretty good imo though. i had a lot of fun researching it#yes there really is a biblio. ill write it up soon but its parts of the pentiment biblio plus some stuff i found myself#really thank you to everyone who made pentiment. you know how sometimes you find a piece of art at exactly the right time?#well i discovered pentiment just as my interests perfectly intersected with it. (those interests being history historiography and grief)#have fun etc. tag your results#that's always great#quiz#uquiz#pentiment#medieval#mine#sorry for being absent for a bit. holidays kind of suck#sorry abbie i couldnt fit the saw bathroom in thisone. i couldn't think of a way to do it naturally#i listened to SAVED! and SINNER GET READY the entire time i was writing this so yeah there's a ref. sue me
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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?
I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au
Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.
Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.
The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.
It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.
But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.
You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.
His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.
But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—
He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.
He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.
You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.
He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.
Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."
You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.
The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.
#i'm not normal about nagas#this is great because in the naga au with sun and moon#eclipse isn't a naga so this gives me my fix of naga eclipse#just augh#love these monsters#anyways he's gonna squeeze you and love you and you are just so lucky he finds you adorable he could just eat you up (not really but ya kno#he has plans for lovely little you#he's going to show you so many cool creatures like pink river dolphins and big big BIG floating meadows and the best brightest birds!#he's also gonna try to get you to eat vermits and promise that he'll protect you when you get sluggish after eating#and you have to explain that your metabolism is very different from his but then you get to see him sluggish and sleepy after he eats#(whoops that means extra long cuddles for you and boy does he like to take long naps and wrap you up tight so you don't go anywhere)#apex polarity#<<< just tagging for the same characterization of Orclipse and photographer y/n#but i am calling this:#blackwater lure#naga!eclipse#photographer!reader#naff writing#the serpent den
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Since it'll be a while longer until alecto releases (take your time tamsyn) I think we should try to avoid the usual insanity that befells a starved fandom by doing something unheard of:
Reading another book. So uh.
What books would you recommend to your fellow locked tomb fans to help with the urges until we get alecto?
#seriously i love rereading tlt#but reading new books from different authors is not only great to support people writing similar stuff#but also!#its just good for your like#what would you call it#reading hygiene?#anyway yeah drop recommendations in the tags#the locked tomb#alecto the ninth#gideon the ninth#alectopause
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A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹
#coattails#not sebaciel so please don't tag as such! thank you!#kuroshitsuji#the backgrounds are just gorgeous.. thank you for your research and dedication to them#the outfits in the first one are amazing! I love Ciel's shirt and Soma's whole ensemble is so cozy yet regal#look at Ciel in the cardigan in the third one though? he is cozy#the expressions are my favorite. they're so animated! just as I imagine them to be..#I really like Ciel's in the first pic because I imagined him looking annoyed but you actually made him seem curious#and I actually like that more I think it's cute... he really does want to be friends with Soma huh 🥺#Sebastian's expression in the third picture is great. >:o#he's about to throw hands with an old lady#Edward and Ciel's competitive faces! being silly... I love Them#Ciel needs to get swept up in silly competitions more often I think...#and then the last one!! bonding over tea! it's so amazingly tender 😭#I don't think I imagined it coming out so calming and gentle... it's so emotional#it makes me want to keep writing!#if you are a Coattails reader I hope you love these as much as I do!#and if you aren't a Coattails reader... maybe these will convince you to become one? 😏 because they are so full of personality!#thanks times a million tomoyoo!!#(I should wait till tomorrow to post but I want to do it now...)
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i'm so relieved that people like my retrobat stuff bc i can tell tumblr definitely prefers two very specific batmans: Tortured Diesel DILF and Edward Cullen But Cooler. meanwhile i'm out here like
#i mean i COULD wax poetic about how serious/grounded stories don't necessarily have to humorless and grimdark#i think someone who is 100% brooding all the time is just as cartoonish and wacky as someone who is always 100% silly#if anything it comes off as insecure. like omg look how serious i am guys!! i made batman unfunny and cruel and abusive!!#i think there's a lot to chew on with a guy who is miserable and traumatized but still at the end of the day a paragon and optimist#if he wasn't ultimately optimistic and big-hearted he wouldn't be doing literally any of this shit lbr he'd just shoot guys and go home#like look man if you wanna write the next great gutwrenching american novel maybe don't pick a single dad in a fursuit as your protag sorry#IF I WANTED SERIOUS NAVELGAZING I'D READ HEMINGWAY. WHICH I ENJOY AS WELL#shebbz shoutz#batman#dc
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2023 Brazilian Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso & Oscar Piastri exchanging helmets
#WHAT IF I SCREAMED WHAT IF I LAID ON THE FLOOOR AND CRIED#okay like i know logically the knew esch other for a while#with oscar being in nando's kart school and then them being in alpine togehther#BUT ITS STILL REALLT SPECIAL TO ME TO SEE MY TWO FAV DRIVERS ON THE GRID INTERSCT????#me and dru are having an emotional breakdown rn 😭😭😭#mark webber just came in his pants i know this.#also very funny to see them interact bcs my god neither of them can ever both do great in a race at the same tkme#i wonder if we'll ever get a podium :< maybe !!!#also kinda sad they didnt write any messages on each others helmets 😭#Fernando: i fucked your boss. Oscar: i fucked your bestie#and the rest of the video is sooo cute with oscar talking about how theyve been planning it for a while 🥺🥺#AND THE PICS ON ASTON'S INSTA ARE SOOOOO CUTE!!!! THEYRE SO HAPPPYYYYY#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#oscar piastri#2023 Brazilian gp#fa14#op81#we do a little bit of f1
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FASCINATING to me that in lashing out against the skua, a symbol of Revachol, Harry also destroys a symbol of reality itself. Not only that, but the discovery of the Insulinde that the skua represents is what leads to the proclamation of Her Innocence Dolores Dei. It's truly everything Harry is trying to run away from, all tied up in one neat little bow.
So he fucks it up, he destroys that reality, and then, ta-da! Mission accomplished Harry-boy, you wake up in a hostel room and can't remember shit. It's all gone. You got rid of it.
#disco elysium#disco elysium spoilers#just a tad#great writing from this game as usual#lotta different things that could've caused / contributed to harry's amnesia#but on some level i do believe he did it to himself#yes harry of course you can take your anger out on the world#you do have to forget everything though i hope that's not a problem
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I think on this fine Saturday afternoon it's a good opportunity to take a breather and remember that there are really no ethical paparazzi pictures. Every single one is inherently exploitative.
Just because photos were taken on a movie set, when someone is 'working,' does not make the practice any less invasive and creepy. Imagine just going about your day, doing your job and having some weirdo snapping pictures of you to sell without your consent for others to endlessly repost online.
There are thousands of pictures of your favourite actor online already. Plenty taken with his knowledge and consent. I'd really like to see more of them on my dash, rather than the creeper shots.
And don't get me started how disseminating these pictures directly leads to people going to said sets. What starts off as admiring how good someone looks has real world implications.
No, hanging around a movie set and disrupting people doing their jobs is not harmless fun or a way to show your appreciation.
If you hang around a movie set, you are a stalker.
Don't tell me that it's okay to take your online admiration for someone offline. You may admire him but he does not, and will never, personally know you. He will never be your friend/boyfriend/daddy. He is a stranger.
The only way meeting your favourite actor is going to happen is at a convention or maaaaaybe a movie premiere if you're incredibly fortunate. You know, places they appear specifically to meet fans (or not in the case of premieres, where the purpose is to promote a movie. Which is also completely understandable if actors don't stop. You are not owed an interaction).
Of course, you cannot help it if you randomly run into someone you admire in the wild. Even then, consider that they probably won't be all too thrilled to be approached in public by a complete stranger. It's up to you to gauge the situation, but remember there is a person at the heart of all of this.
Boundaries and respect are a kindness which deserves to be extended to each and every human being regardless of their looks/talent/fame/wealth.
Fandoms blur those lines a little too often for my liking and I think just scrutinising what you're interacting with, or what behaviour you could be possibly falling down that slippery slope towards is nice to do every once in a while.
I mean no malice with this post and it is not directed at anyone in particular. It's something I cannot help but feel strongly about because I've seen this destructive cycle time and again in fandoms over the years. It's not healthy and it makes us all a little bit more disconnected from our humanity for it...
#not naming names but....... screw it#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fandom#accepting you will never interact with or meet this man will set you free from misery and jealousy i promise#he's great! if you think he's great watch another movie! write about a character! edit some photos of him! make gifs!#there are many MANY ways to engage with his work which don't include reposting creepy invasive photos taken without his consent#it's bs that this is just 'part of the job' because WHY... why should it be any different than any other job??#i know we always venerate talent and put people on pedestals.... that's a tale as old as time#but seeing him blow up last year was wild to witness and some of the behaviour from newer fans is very disheartening to see#he's just a human who poops and farts and is a dick sometimes like the rest of us. let's not treat him like a god thanks#spud rants#a lot LOL#i've bottled this up for a bit because the way this developed in real time to people actually going to the set is. what#and don't 'if pedro was in your city' because NO??? i wouldn't STALK SOMEONE? there's 0 justification for it#i have far better things to do than stalk people#i may be an autistic flop but i'm not a CREEPY STALKER autistic flop thanks x#anyway like i said this is truly not @ anyone in particular and i don't think you are a terrible person if you interacted with the photos#but please just remember there is a person at the heart of all this#a very talented and attractive person yes... but a person all the same#i would truly hate to be famous it gives me so much anxiety just the thought of the constant scrutiny#good thing i never will be LOL#fandom wank#discourse
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random AU that I can’t stop thinking about for some reason: you move into a house/apartment that’s haunted by your f/o (who is a ghost)
#rambles#self ship#selfshipping#imagine your f/o#rent is super cheap and you just think you got a great deal until weird things start happening…..dun dun dun#I love this AU cause it could go so many ways depending on your s/is personality and your f/os personality#like how do they haunt you…is it little harmless things or are they actually trying to scare you off#and how do you respond to it…do you just ignore it and go about your day or do you try to confront them#AND how long does it take for them to reveal themself to you…when are they brave enough to let you see and hear them#the possibilities are endless really#personally I love the trope of turning the shower on hot and communicating by drawing/writing in the foggy mirror#or asking yes or no questions and them turning the lights on for yes and off for no#something something learning to live together learning to love together something something you will never feel lonely again
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Big TW for pet loss
Hey, clangen tumblr and those who just enjoy the silly cats on this blog. I know it's been a little bit of time since my last update, but unfortunately during the past few months, I have been caring for my closest friend, Comet.
She's been my best friend for 15 whole years, and on February 9th of 2024, I'm sad to say that she has passed. I won't lie when I say that this is one of the hardest posts I've ever made, but I want to continue this blog in her honor. Normally, I have a terrible habit of just letting projects like this slip by me and gather dust; however Comet was meant to play an integral part within the blog to immortalize her, and I refuse to let something meant just for her to go to waste.
I want to thank you all first of all for being such an amazing community. I've genuinely had so much joy come of this blog, and it pains me that I let it go stagnant for as long as I have. There are 568 of you now, which is so extremely wild to me; but I hope that from now on, you can all love Comet as much as I did, even if as a memory.
I hope to return to posting content both here and on my main, @mxssacre , but for now I still need time to grieve and come to terms with the loss of someone that was so incredibly intertwined with everything I've done since I was 9 years old.
Thank you for everything Comet, my heart, my soul, my love.
More of my favorite photos of her beneath the cut.
It's hard to choose favorites out of the thousands of photos I've taken of her over the years, but I hope these do her justice to show what an amazing being she was. I hope you're hunting your toy mice in the stars, Comet.
#Yeah this is a not so great post I'm sorry#I won't lie to y'all I've been sobbing my eyes out for the past week but it's helping me come to terms to write about her#I wanted to draw something for her in order to post this but ngl I just can't right now#I will be okay for the record. it's just an extremely difficult adjustment for me and I really do love this community#Seriously though. I've seen the hundreds of notifications I get from this blog weekly. I cannot thank you enough for the love I've felt#tw animal death#tw pet death#tw pet loss#I'm not sure exactly how to tag this but I hope the warning at the beginning helps#I literally finished writing a memorial for her before writing this post so clearly I'm a little in my feels lmao#I tried finding some of her sillier photos to add but there are so many. I might post more on my main later when I try figuring out-#-my memorial tattoo#hug your cats extra tight for me ❤
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It Gets Cuter
Zane has plans for Valentine's Day that no one was expecting. Takes place shortly after Crystalized. ~1100 words
Valentine's day was always a bit of a mess at the monastery. Love is great, but stopping danger takes priority, and it seemed like every year there was someone intent on feeling most important. This year had been Killow’s turn, and the team was now stuck in the Samurai X cave, repairing surface level damages to their vehicles after the fight so they could be safely stored for the night. Groups were scattered across the room, but Zane, Nya, and Kai were gathered around the Dragon Raider, finishing out their required repairs at a decent rate.
“You and Jay have dinner reservations or anything?” Kai asked.
“No, we’re doing junk food dinner.” Nya smiled, glancing up from her work. “Nothing but piles of snacks and sweets until we eat ourselves into a coma in front of the TV. It’s fantastic.”
“That actually does sound amazing,” Her brother agreed.
“What about you? Did you make plans with Sky?” Nya asked.
“Yeah, she asked me to do this escape room thing with a bunch of friends. You know, a group date to keep things light while we’re starting out.”
“Honestly, that’s a good idea,” Nya shrugged. “You go in too fast, and sometimes things get… messy.”
Kai glanced over at his unusually quiet teammate. He seemed rather distracted as he worked, his mind obviously occupied by something else. “What about you Zane?”
Zane’s eyes popped up to his friends, pulled out of his internal world. “What about me?”
“Yeah,” Nya shrugged. “You have any Valentine’s plans tonight?”
Zane cast his eyes to the ground, embarrassed, letting out a long sigh. His complexion turned upward again, his voice lowered, and his lips smiling with tentative excitement.
“I’m finally going to tell Pixal I have feelings for her.”
The faces of his companions froze in their anticipation, Kai in particular shutting down as he tried to process the news he had been given.
“You… what?” Nya leaned forward in concern, placing down her wrench.
“I’m finally gonna tell her how I feel.” Zane reiterated, his face distorted in worry at the blank responses he got back. “Do you think it’s a bad idea, or-”
“Dude… I think she already knows.” Kai pressed, his own words still unsure of the situation as he spoke them.
“You think so?!” Zane’s eyes grew wide in surprise, glancing behind him at the nindroid in question. “She is pretty good at reading people,” he reasoned.
Nya stepped forward, putting a hand on his arm. “Zane, she’s your girlfriend, I think-”
Zane began to chuckle. “What? No! I wish! I mean, maybe. Hopefully! That’s why I’m gonna tell her. I’ve had a crush on her for a while now.”
“But you-” Kai chimed in, still frozen in place, his face stuck in a state of stupor, the gears in his head churning away as he tried desperately to make sense of the interaction. “I’m sorry.” He finally broke, shoving his hands through his hair.
“Have you two really not talked about this before?” Nya stepped in front of her brother, attempting to distract the newly fragile Zane from his reaction.
“No. Why? Do you think I waited too long?” The panic in his voice was palpable, but the confusion which filled the air was still much stronger.
“Yeah! I mean, no,” Nya calmed herself. “I don’t think you’ve missed your window or anything, but… I definitely think you could have done it earlier.” She sighed as she began to mutter. “Like the second after you met her earlier.”
“Hold on.” Kai broke in again, stepping forward, having found some sense of footing. “I’m still… But you two were like, the same person, right?”
“She was implanted into my systems for a period, yes.” Zane agreed.
“How is that not like… the most intense form of dating?” Kai’s eyes turned down as he spoke, the question more for himself at this point.
“Zane, if she was in your systems for all that time, couldn’t she… read your thoughts? Wouldn’t she already know how you feel about her?” Nya offered.
“I suppose it’s possible.” Zane mused, turning back around to observe his hopeful Valentine. “I never went as far as to observe her thoughts. She was very respectful of my privacy as far as I’m aware, but I suppose there are some things it would be difficult to conceal-”
“How did we not know?” Kai began a sibling sidebar as Zane continued to analyze his situation. “...Do you think she knows?”
“I think she- I mean she has to, right?” Nya reasoned, both of them now stuck watching Pixal as she noticed the glance of her admirer, and softly waved at him, a bashful amount of blush gracing her cheeks. “...honestly, I can't be sure about anything anymore.”
“I’m so nervous.” Zane turned around to face his companions. “If she does know, why has she not spoken to me about it?”
“Hey, buddy,” Nya grabbed both his hands, attempting to focus him. “If it makes you feel any better… I think she likes you too.”
Zane’s face exploded with hope, perhaps even on the verge of tears. “You think?!”
“I can guarantee.” Nya nodded.
“I’m going to do it. I’m so excited!” Zane again turned around, not being able to help looking at the center of his affection.
“How are you going to tell her?” Nya asked, the shock finally beginning to subside a bit.
“Well, I spoke with her father,” Zane started, spinning back around. “And he helped me make up a pair of those heart necklaces, only the heart isn’t a heart, it’s meant to look like the two halves of our power source, and the metal is reclaimed from my original technoblade, which brought us together in the first place.”
“Oh gosh, it’s so cute.” Kai breathed out, leaning over his vehicle.
“Right, because that’s how you freed her from the overlord’s control.” Nya nodded along.
Zane grinned, beginning to chuckle. “Well, no. Because she fought me for them in the woods.”
Kai fully crumpled over the hood of the car. “It gets cuter-”
“You know what,” Nya started, her heart also melting at the gesture described to her. “We’re almost done here, why don’t you go get ready to surprise her, and we can finish up the rest.”
“You’re sure?” Zane nearly jumped with excitement.
“Go!” Kai urged him, raising his head back up. “Master knows you’ve waited long enough already!”
Zane looked at them both graciously. “Thanks so much for your help!” His energy took him across the room quickly, almost skipping. At one point he turned around to wave back at his friends, which they both, much less exuberantly, returned.
“There he goes,” Nya mused.
Kai remained slumped over the Dragon Raider, his mind now as full as Zane’s had been just a few moments earlier. “I think I need to like… go lay down for a second.”
“Maybe you should talk to Skylor-”
“I really should.”
#he's a child your honor#he's just got a little crush on a cute girl in his class#the dialogue has been in my drafts forever#i've just been waiting for a good framing device#valentine's works great#ninjago#pixane#pixal borg#zane julien#kai ninjago#nya ninjago#writing#one shot
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 29 – prompt 29: Memory Potion – word count 434
Memory Potion - Enhances the drinker’s memory
Remus had always loved the Library. It was quiet and cozy in there, and you could study all you wanted. He usually ended up meeting Lily there and they would go over their homework, quizzing each other and eating snacks when Madam Pince was looking the other way. But normally their afternoons didn’t include a lost-looking Sirius Black who kept walking past their table in apparent search of who knew what.
“Did I get it right?”
Remus looked away from where Sirius was reaching for one of the highest shelves, his shirt riding up to reveal the antlers he had tattooed on his lower back.
“What?” he said.
“The question you just asked me?” Lily frowned at him.
“Oh. Right,” Remus looked down at his Potions book. “Yeah, of course.”
“My turn then.”
Remus nodded and looked up only to see Sirius lean on a desk nearby, a book open in his hands, licking his lips in concentration.
“Remus?”
“What?”
“Memory Potion,” Lily said. “Ingredients. Go.”
Remus frowned, trying to recall what Slughorn had explained in class a couple of days before. He looked at Sirius again, only to find him slowly licking one of his fingers to turn a page and quickly looked up at the ceiling, hoping his brain would get back on track, but nothing came.
“I… Don’t remember?” he grimaced.
“You should have some, you need it today,” Lily snorted. “I’ll help you, the first ingredient is, weirdly enough for wizards, peppermint.”
“Peppermint,” Remus repeated.
He looked away from their desk repeating the word under his breath only to see Sirius move to some shelves and bend down to reach a book and his mouth fell open.
“For fuck’s sake, Remus!”
His head snapped back to look at Lily, who rolled her eyes.
“Just go,” she waved her hand. “You won’t do anything good today, might as well be doing Black.”
“Hey,” Remus frowned.
“Go,” Lily shook her head. “You’re so lovestruck it’s disgusting. Some of us are trying to study here.”
Remus chuckled and quickly gathered his things, springing to his feet and following Sirius to the bookshelves he had disappeared behind.
“Hey Moony,” Sirius smiled when Remus caught up with him in the furtherest corner by the Restricted Section. “Finished studying already?”
Remus rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed him by the waist, pushing him against the shelves.
“As if you didn’t walk around just to distract me all this time,” he said before crushing their mouths together.
Five minutes later, they were being chased out of the Library by an outraged Madam Pince. It was worth it.
#Lily is savage I love her#also making out in your school's library is great would totally recommend#Sirius knew exactly what he was doing and he didn't regret it one bit#he's a little shit and I love him#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#remus lupin#sirius black#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#marauders#marauders era#lily evans#the marauders#the marauders era#just writing (like i'm supposed to live)
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Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong because while I know the overall plot of Dracula I haven’t read the book directly but I think there’s a case to be made that Seward going “I almost want to let Renfield continue his animal chain to see where it goes” and “oh shit I went too far questioning Renfield” wayy back in his first entry are less cases of “mad scientist who happens to stumble into a vampire novel” and more “dude who has to constantly stop himself from going into Mad Scientist territory like that Frankenstein dude from freshman year”
What I’m saying is the proper modern equivalent to Seward seems like it’d be someone who REALLY wants to build the torment nexus because the torment nexus is cool but also understood the point of “do not build the torment nexus” so now every time he thinks about how to build the torment nexus he’s like “no, bad thought”
#dracula daily#modern dracula interpretation where Seward is just smacking himself in the face every time he goes to mad scientist#Seward should write fanfic it’s a GREAT place to put all your ‘wouldn’t it be fucked up if…’ thoughts#1k
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