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ventricide · 1 year

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♡: diminish sentence starters .02

select quotes from teddy of the unfiction platforming game, diminish! all listed quotes are from act 1, and have been slightly edited to better suit rp interactions. feel free to adjust context and wording as needed.

❝ i’m glad you came. ❞

❝ it’s wonderful to imagine you there, [ name ]. ❞

❝ as we speak, it’s like you’re prying a vice grip off my chest. ❞

❝ the work is already worth it. ❞

❝ considering our circumstances, you knew what you were signing up for. right? ❞

❝ don’t worry… it’ll only get worse from here. WAY worse. ❞

❝ i hope you’re remembering your own strength without too much issue. ❞

❝ these abilities… they should feel familiar, as long as you’re being true to yourself. ❞

❝ you know what you have to do. ❞

❝ no one is impervious to life. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, i thought this would help me feel a bit lighter about everything. but i’m getting angrier by the day. ❞

❝ part of me almost hopes you won’t see any of this. ❞

❝ i’m not angry at you, i’m just angry. i hate it so much. ❞

❝ you’re so close. and yet, i can’t feel you today. ❞

❝ some days, i feel you so clearly. it’s like i’m actually in that forbidden future. ❞

❝ today, it feels like you’ve slipped through my fingers. ❞

❝ and yet, this text manifests, crawling onto a computer screen. the connection is formed. from right now, into long ago. ❞

❝ but you’re the only one who can see it, i never will. ❞

❝ suddenly, i’m not so sure you’re actually there. i’m losing my nerve. ❞

❝ this could be a time capsule never uncovered, lost in the furnace of a dying earth. ❞

❝ i am here now. but soon, i am a fossil. ❞

❝ i bury myself in binary dirt. ❞

❝ these words lie in dormancy, they don’t know if they’ve found eyes. they are born into a cosmic grave. ❞

❝ i wish you were here, and i’m glad you’re not. ❞

❝ what do you hope to become, once you leap this gap once again? ❞

❝ how many seconds older will you be once you’re done seeing the other side? ❞

❝ will it prepare you for being that much closer to your death? ❞

❝ i know you too well, you have to move on. ❞

❝ welcome to another side of the same coin. ❞

❝ sometimes, the hardest thing to do is turn around. ❞

❝ i’m leaving the real disease behind. ❞

❝ it is yours to inherit, you’re on your own. ❞

❝ i love you. i hate us all. i’m sorry. ❞

❝ why did you call me here? am i in trouble? ❞

❝ most things just don’t appeal to me. i’m wired differently, i can’t help it. ❞

❝ i’ve honestly been doing great, i’m really occupied and fulfilled. ❞

❝ you know… every day i worry about what this is going to be putting you through. on top of everything you’ll already be feeling. but i have to remind myself… that’s the point. you have to face these feelings for the rest of your life. ❞

❝ you’ll be witnessing it all while the others try to gouge out your eyes. ❞

❝ i know you. i know you can handle it. and i know you’re going to come away with something more than you entered with. ❞

❝ there may not be a future for me, but i won’t let that happen to you. not while i still have that power left within me. you will move forward. ❞

❝ [ name ]? hey, [ name ]? i can’t sleep. ❞

❝ i really really really don’t want to die. do you think that if we try really hard, we can live forever? ❞

❝ i shouldn’t have said that. ❞

❝ hope is a strange thing. sometimes you’re just better off without it. ❞

❝ nice try. ❞

❝ [ name ], put that down. put it down, right now. ❞

❝ so you can prove them wrong. ❞

❝ every action creates ripples. they spread in every direction, inescapable. they are not correct. they are not just. no one’s are. they’re just ripples. ❞

❝ one wrong step, and a tsunami wipes out the innocent. one moment of hesitation, and the water won’t reach a land dying of dehydration. ❞

❝ be afraid, but don’t hide. despair, but never give up. ❞

❝ … it’s your move. ❞

❝ you can’t stop it. ❞

❝ [ name ]? promise me something. promise me right now, before i say what it is. ❞

❝ promise me that you’ll be golden without me. ❞

❝ i’m sorry if none of this makes sense. i’m too scared to know what i’m saying, day to day. but i’ll be here, for now. ❞

❝ i’ll hang out with you one last time. i’ll lend you my shoulder. ❞

❝ then, you’ll do what i didn’t get the chance to. you will break the surface. ❞

#sentence starters #rp meme #rp prompt #ask meme #ask prompt #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #inbox starters #dialogue meme #dialogue prompt #♡: mine.

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rewrittn · 2 years

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Like for me to send you a few ic memes / random ask from your tag

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ blossom is speaking now ┊ ooc .#// inbox call.#// or just little short asks if I can’t find your meme tag lmao

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astr0logies · 4 months

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‧₊˚⋅ ♯ 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ! : out of character tags .

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sylphfated · 4 months

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ooc tags

♡. ooc chatter.

♡. mun art.

♡. asks.

♡. queue.

♡. starter call.

♡. inbox call.

♡. dash games.

♡. dash commentary.

♡. music.

♡. memes.

♡. open.

#♡. ooc chatter.#♡. mun art.#♡. asks.#♡. queue.#♡. starter call.#♡. inbox call.#♡. dash games.#♡. dash commentary.#♡. music.#♡. memes.#♡. open.

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audiear · 5 months

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new tags

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in-another-april · 30 days

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The way Spencer loves you is gentle, natural, almost instinctual. He’s so casually affectionate, so in love it’s impossible not to show it, all over his face and his sappy lil heart eyes

He gravitates towards you, it’s like a magentic pull. He looks for you first in every room, he just has to sit or stand next to you wherever you go. He does something impressively smart or tells a stupid joke, he looks over to see your reaction first. Your opinion is the most important one to him, after all.

He always makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, away from the traffic. He keeps you close, hands interwined and shoulder to shoulder. A cool breeze hits, he’s immediately pulling you closer to keep you warm.

Even when he’s asleep he needs you near him, holding you tight througout the night. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, the first thing he does is reach for you and pull you close again.

He likes sleeping on your side of the bed if you’re away for the night, comforted by the lingering smell, warmth, vibe?? of you :(

Everything makes him think of you! (Ik I’ve talked abt this before but it’s so cute and so Spencer lemme have this) It’s just a natural progression in his mind at this point: he sees something → he somehow connects it to you → he’s happy.

It’s like that old incorrect quote meme, someone calls him Spencer and he’s like “My S/O calls me that 😇” “…Because it’s your name?” LMAO

He saves you a seat at every table, getting up to pull it out for you! He practically RACES to the door so he can get there before you and open it for you. Is all “that’s >:( my job >:(“ if you beat him to it or someone else opens it for you.

masterlist | inbox ← requests open! ♡

taglist - @lover-of-books-and-tea @maskysluvr @aurorsworld @wisteriaspencer @radioactiveinvisible @mandarinmoons @spencereidapologist @lyd14k4y @luvkatryna (send an ask or message to be added/removed!)

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid fluff #x reader #reid x reader

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idollete · 2 months

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enfimmmm, chicas!!!

dessa situação toda, fica aqui pra esse perfil o fato de que eu não vou mais escrever com o agus lain. já não escrevia pro juanicar, porque sempre soube que ele era um poço de podridão, mas agora tivemos mais uma surpresa (nem tão surpreendente assim) com outra pessoa do cast.

é curioso como ontem mesmo a gente tava falando um pouquinho sobre o cast ser composto de homens brancos de realidades privilegiadas e hoje isso acontece...não é surpreendente pra mim. no entanto, não deixa de ser decepcionante e muito triste mesmo, como brasileira e como fã.

ao longo do dia, eu vou estar retomando o processo de responder as asks que acumularam e eu vou aproveitar esse post aqui pra fazer um outro aviso também! - que não tem nada a ver com o assunto, então, vou pedir uma licencinha pra ocês aqui...

por razões minhas e da minha rotina, muuuuuuitas coisas acabaram se acumulando pra serem feitas e isso tem me deixado um tico nervosa, porque eu odeio a sensação de que não tô entregando coisas legais já que preciso fazer algumas delas na pressa. por isso, eu vou encerrar momentaneamente esses mini headcanons (?) que acabo fazendo nas asks. eu amoooo quando vocês mandam, mas acaba sendo algo que demanda atenção e um tempo que eu não tô conseguindo ter agora.

eu tô quase pra me formar na facul - tô no penúltimo semestre agora - e esse é um ano muito importante pra mim, porque vai definir o meu futuro e se eu vou ou não conseguir migrar pro curso que realmente quero depois. e eu criei esse blog justamente pra não enlouquecer taaaaaanto assim e fugir um cadinho da minha realidade.

tenho um carinho gigantesco por todas vocês que me mandam algo e querem saber a minha opinião sobre tal assunto, mas eu peço um pouquinho de compreensão e prometo que assim que conseguir limpar o meu inbox inteirinho, eu abro tudo de novo pra gente continuar com essa troca, tá? ♡

a ask permanece seeeeeempre aberta pra vocês conversarem comigo, mandarem memes, vídeos etc. podem mandar à vontade. eu só peço que vocês não enviem, moy momento, me perguntando sobre cenários, sabe? como tem sido até agora a maioria das coisas que eu respondo.

espero que vocês entendam!

beijinhos da juju e se cuidem 🎀💌☝🏻

#౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. dear diary

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heavens-sin · 4 months

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By liking this post you are agreeing to the following:

I get full rights to bother you about our characters.

this is including, but not exclusive to: Moodboards, tagging you in things i think our characters would do, musings, random starters, playlists, etc.

My undying love and affection

A special spot on my carrd just for you ♡

me sending lots of stuff in your inboxes from meme/ask posts.

This is also the call for shipping. if this is something you are interested in. if you’ve not reached out already (Though if you want to further discuss things, my IMs are open! considering.. the fucker I'm portraying - pairings are gonna be heavily selective. and discussed thoroughly with muns. )

if youre already on my list you dont have to worry! this is just for new followers :> though please still like this so i can make sure youre still interested since ive been absent for a while. if not let me know! ill still bully you [affectionate]

Shipping with me can include, but is not limited to:

All them tropes.

Platonic love, antagonistic shit, etc.

this will also include the not so pleasant troped ones. of course this should be approached with extra caution. its not meant for everyone. and will be tagged and hidden under cuts.

thats including nsfw topics. all will be hidden under cuts.

Exclusive shipping rights which includes your own tags and ship verse. (I am still a multi-ship, but the exclusive ship partner does mean i will only ship with your version of a character)

Expanding ships we currently have.

Anything in between you’d like to scream about me with.

Fair warning: Shipping with me does include me becoming absolutely insufferable eventually about our characters. Also I'll only be accepting people as mains that I either already write with, OR we don't write atm but we are actively talking through IMs to plot or organise a thread or whatever.

(although i’m very willing to pop into your IMs anyway to discuss things if we havent written/talked but you are interested in being mains/exclusives).

#「 ✧ 」 » / ⸻ ˋ Mains Callˎˊ˗#「 ✧ 」 » no.1 doffy hater. 🦩 / ⸻ ˋ oocˎˊ˗

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ventricide · 7 months

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♡: diminish sentence starters .01

quotes from the "soup of the day” segments of the unfiction platforming game, diminish! reposted to feature more quotes. feel free to adjust context, pronouns, and wording as needed.

˚₊· GAZPACHO.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Gazpacho! ❞

❝ I tried gazpacho exactly once. Wasn’t my thing. I’m sure it’s lovely for those who are into it. ❞

❝ But I just… among other things, the whole ‘cold soup’ deal just wasn’t for me. ❞

❝ I eat soup to be warmed. Honestly, it’s the only reason I've ever craved soup. ❞

❝ When I think of cold soup, my mind only sees warmth that should have been there. ❞

❝ It might sound cheesy and awful, but I’m feeling a lot like cold soup today. Soup that definitely wasn’t meant to be cold. ❞

❝ I’m dripping away. I can feel it. My container is broken, and I'm leaking out. ❞

❝ I try so hard not to look at it, the seepage. The wax deforming, melting away, where a candle used to be. ❞

❝ I can’t even tell the difference. I don’t know if I'm the feeble candle or the leaky, useless soup cup. ❞

❝ Either way, I am cold. Some part of me is wet as it leaves. Leaving me vulnerable to the wind. ❞

❝ It’s not supposed to chill quite like this. ❞

❝ So today, I am best served cold. ❞

˚₊· LOBSTER BISQUE.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Lobster Bisque! ❞

❝ I was never into seafood at all. But LOBSTER…❞

❝ I won’t forget a single one of those evenings, when lobster was being cooked for dinner. ❞

❝ Some of those nights, all it took was one look at the steam, and I couldn’t bear to stay in the house. ❞

❝ Other nights, I was taken by some masochistic compulsion to enter the kitchen and watch them all roast alive. ❞

❝ Or maybe it was something different. A wavelength I was picking up on. The pure, primal energy emitted by the beings on the stove; their spiritual death screams. ❞

❝ There’s something about seeing creatures spending their final moments on earth burning in hell. Something that paralyzes you. Demands that you not look away. Demands that you be a witness. ❞

❝ I don’t know what I learned from those nights. I don’t know if there was anything to learn. ❞

❝ Not like that’d matter for much longer, anyway. Because I'm the one on the stove now. ❞

❝ Right now, I’m screaming with every fiber of my fucking being. And I really do hope someone is there to hear it. ❞

˚₊· TOMATO SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Tomato Soup! ❞

❝ I don’t know why I’m choosing only soups that aren’t my cup of (soup) tea. ❞

❝ Tomato soup is totally fine, but totally not for me. I never found much appeal in a soup that is basically just varying qualities of ‘liquid tomato.’ ❞

❝ Personally, I don’t wake up in the morning and think ‘Man, I sure wanna drink a tomato.’ ❞

❝ I can hear you right now, [ name ]. I KNOW. I get it. That’s not all it is. Good for you, bud. ❞

❝ But you know me. I prefer my food to be really dynamic; to have a lot of different things going on. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about people who base their entire personalities, their entire lives, around one thing. ❞

❝ It’s the reason I completely left social media. People on the internet are great at raising each other to die over and over on one hill. Dragging other strangers, unsolicited, onto their peaks and executing them there. ❞

❝ It seems like every single day, the average person has to meet their quota of execution and suicide. ❞

❝ Doesn’t matter the political side. The venue. The fandom. The issue. The importance. ❞

❝ Everything is some sort of holy war, and not one person can truly agree what the holy cause it. ❞

❝ They’re often utterly oblivious that they’re even doing it. They have no fucking clue what is happening because of them. ❞

❝ But it might be even worse when it’s calculated; when it’s part of some self-assigned mission. ❞

❝ People on each side of the battle only believe it’s harmful when the other side is doing it. Not a single one of them realizes that they’re a fucking idiot. That THEY are capable of great harm. ❞

❝ Great harm is WAY easier to cause then true good. Not a single person is immune to that. Not one. But they all believe they are, like some god on earth. ❞

❝ As the walls get nearer and nearer each day, I think very often about my hill. ❞

❝ I have no idea what the repercussions of my life are. What they will be. ❞

❝ I was only ever the sweet one; the encouraging one. The enabler. I based my whole personality around being The Nice Girl. ❞

❝ What is the runoff of that, when I perish on this hill? ❞

˚₊· HOT AND SOUR SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Hot And Sour Soup! ❞

❝ Finally, we come upon a soup that I don’t mind at all. ❞

❝ Hot And Sour Soup is one of those things that delights me through its unabashed robustness. At least, that’s the case when it’s made properly. Plenty of times, a cook will hold back, unwilling to commit to a food that is supposed to make you cringe a little. ❞

❝ That happened way too often; the fear of allowing something to be what it is. It made me sad every time. ❞

❝ Because, again, it’s all too reminiscent of the way people tend to tick in general. ❞

❝ It’s amazing how our culture treats the idea of ‘cringe’ like it’s a fate worse than death. ❞

❝ I cannot begin to imagine what it’s like inside the mind of that sort of person. The person who sees anything that slightly deviates from their exact perception of what is natural, and their ‘kind’ solution is to call it ‘cringe.’ ❞

❝ And the terrifying thing is, somehow, this manages to influence the wider cultural perception of things at an alarming rate. ❞

❝ On this night in particular, I spend my disintegration thinking of these people and their victims. The people that anger at the sight of a person having a passion that isn’t theirs. The people who retaliate at the sight of a person showing ‘too much passion.’ ❞

❝ I’m reliving what they did to you in eighth grade. I’m 13 again, watching your colorful, unique imagination murdered in broad daylight every single day. I’m watching them rip apart the sonic dolls you took to school to help with your anxiety. ❞

❝ I’m listening to all of the cliques whisper about how you should never be treated seriously ever again, because you dipped carrots in peanut butter at lunch. ❞

❝ I’m coming home every night, watching your interest in everything you enjoyed wither away. ❞

❝ I’m feeling all of the exact things I felt then. But things are different now. Back then, I had a better outlet. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure the reason I was so dominant at states is because if I hadn’t put all those hours in the pool, I would’ve been in juvie, or worse. ❞

❝ But in doing so, I abandoned you at your weakest point. I left you to bleed out alone. ❞

❝ In the average person’s ideal world, the person you wanted to be does not exist. And they were so insistent, so single-mindedly determined, you had no choice but to believe them. ❞

❝ I watched my brother get turned into a zombie, just like the rest of them. ❞

❝ Suddenly, I am guaranteed to die without having the time to leave an influence of my own. ❞

❝ I will leave behind a world that is no less inclined to witch-hunt sources of ‘cringe’... and heroically mangle any truly challenging, inspired passion that stands in their way. ❞

❝ I will die knowing that every day, some kid out there will continue to be led to the same fate as you. ❞

❝ The weirdos will be muscled into a form that everyone else desires, and their song will die out. ❞

❝ I wonder just how many of them will end up like [ name ], when they realize society will always make it a constant, miserable war to exist as themselves. ❞

❝ I miss [ name ] each and every day. I recall that night I convinced you not to follow in their lead. ❞

❝ And I try to remember simply how important it is that you are alive. ❞

❝ I think about how your death would’ve made absolutely no impact at all on how the cringers treat life. ❞

❝ But hey, at least you stopped eating carrots with peanut butter. Society at its finest. Justice truly prevailed. ❞

❝ … I want you to do something for your stupid dead sister, alright? ❞

❝ Get a carrot and dip it into some peanut butter. And take a bite. ❞

❝ You don’t have to enjoy it as much as you used to. You don’t have to finish it. ❞

❝ I just want to fall asleep tonight pretending you won that battle. ❞

❝ I want to imagine, for just a moment, that people tried desperately to destroy you over something you ate at lunch… and they failed. ❞

˚₊· POTATO SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Potato Soup! ❞

❝ I’m so sorry, [ name ]. You don’t have to read this one. ❞

❝ I welcome it. It’s okay. At least I wrote it out. ❞

❝ As we know, thick, creamy soups in general were never a pastime of mine. ❞

❝ Few things ruin a healthy diet faster than a ferociously creamy sauce or broth. ❞

❝ Of course the taste is decadent; the result of a lavish blend of many deeply flavorful things. ❞

❝ But after my body was meticulously programmed into being a Sports Machine, foods like Potato Soup were rejected, like incompatible fuel. ❞

❝ The day I realized I could no longer eat creamy burritos without quickly being overcome by nausea was a dimly depressing day. ❞

❝ Yet it never bothered me TOO much, because it was just proof that the training was paying off, and I was truly getting fit. ❞

❝ In the moment, I didn’t actually notice all the sacrifices I was making. ❞

❝ I was so obsessed, none of that entered my mind. ❞

❝ I was able to dismiss things like potato soup as overstuffed; even irresponsible. The food choices of lesser people. ❞

❝ I sat upon my throne at the dining tables, with my carefully constructed meals, judging the contents of everyone else’s plates. Now and then, I remember a time when my plates were like theirs. ❞

❝ I thought to myself that maybe someday, once my Gold Medal Days were done, I’d go for some of those dishes again. ❞

❝ Those days didn’t end the way I’d imagined. ❞

❝ And now I am starkly, perpetually aware that there is no reason left for me to avoid unhealthy foods. ❞

❝ And yet, the mere thought of gorging myself on delicacies on the pretense of ‘it doesn’t matter now’... just might be the most depressing thought that has entered my mind during this entire experience of dying. ❞

❝ The moment I dig into an ice cream sundae, or a double-decker burger… that would be the moment the dream actually dies in my heart. ❞

❝ So I cling dissonantly to that throne at the dining table, like the most self-absorbed of royalty. ❞

❝ God knows how much I would kill to bathe in the taste of a great pizza again, before the end. ❞

❝ God knows that my stupid motherfucking brain will not allow me to enjoy that, even if I tried. ❞

❝ This exact experience is SO perfectly engineered to be my hell before death, it’s almost hilarious. ❞

❝ You know what’s even more stupid and hilarious, though? My response, my big answer. ❞

❝ Which is… making this piece of shit game. Making this piece of shit torture device, that I just forced my best friend to suffer first-hand in some perverse, sadistic pact. ❞

❝ Making the worse, most unhealthy Potato Soup of all time out of my fucking corpse, and maniacally shoving the toxic, never-ending goop down your throat. ❞

❝ All the while, your body is rejecting the poison, but out of devotion, you refuse to regurgitate it. ❞

❝ And that is the legacy I have chosen for myself. I guess it’s no different from the way I lived. ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I’m really hungry. I’m craving pizza really bad. ❞

❝ I’m going to die soon. ❞

❝ I don’t think the pizza would help anything. ❞

❝ This didn’t really help either. ❞

❝ And as usual, I get the feeling I can’t maintain a cohesive logic between ANY parts of this game. ❞

❝ If all I’m doing is getting MORE confused, what was the point to any of this? ❞

❝ Time is running out, and i’m seeing less and less of a point to anything at all. ❞

❝ But you don’t have to listen to any of this. You still have time. You can still enjoy things simply for what they are. ❞

❝ I’ll try to focus on that. Even if it’s not true. ❞

❝ It’s all I really have left. ❞

˚₊· BEAN AND BACON SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Bean And Bacon Soup! ❞

❝ This is actually a soup I’ve never tried. It’s the favorite of [ name ]’s, though. [ name ]’s a foodie. ❞

❝ A pastime he enjoys, when things are slow and dreary, is asking people to guess his favorite soup. It always takes people about an hour to guess, and in the meantime, everybody has a nice moment talking about good soup. ❞

❝ It happens pretty often, with tons of different patients and families and supporters cycling through. ❞

❝ For a little while, everyone forgets how anxious they are. Somehow it hasn’t gotten old yet. ❞

❝ Some people just have a natural way of making others comfortable. I find that this sort of person is so much rarer than is often romanticized. ❞

❝ I think a ton of people fancy themselves as being that sort of person. I don’t think that’s expressly their fault. ❞

❝ We’re taught as members of society that a lack of engagement equals death. But it leads to every public space being inevitably occupied by people who think they’re the lifebringers.❞

❝ It doesn’t have to boil down to that. I think a lot of people just have to talk all the time to survive. ❞

❝ But it really strikes me these days, how rarely someone’s voice isn’t poisonous. ❞

❝ Most times, all you need is one look at someone, and you immediately can tell that they would interpret a preference for privacy and quietude as degeneracy and inferior upbringing. ❞

❝ There’s a fine line between sociableness and narcissism. ❞

❝ It’s unfortunate how rarely sociableness coexists with introspection. ❞

❝ When someone’s so busy talking, they don’t have the time to listen to what they’re saying, let alone contemplate why they’re saying it. That second part’s the real kicker. ❞

❝ I don’t think a lot of people have ever faced hard questions about themselves, and made the decision to not try talking their way around it. ❞

❝ The human brain is a marvel of science, but it’s also actually magical. It can conjure any facts it wants; any reality. On any whim. It will break any rule of the universe more effortlessly than moving a finger. ❞

❝ That’s the roulette gun we’re all given, being born with our brains that have this power. The ability to perceive reality in its raw state, and turn it into whatever we want. ❞

❝ It’s so funny that we were seemingly designed to be social beings when we cannot decide on the same reality. ❞

❝ In that way, I think the people who seek discussion the loudest are the ones who are the most alone. ❞

❝ They will never exist in a reality with anyone else but themselves. ❞

❝ But that makes people like [ name ] some of the most incredible marvels of our species. He talks because he listens. He can enter any room, with people both quietly reflecting and loudly ignoring, and for just a little while, he gets everyone on the same page. ❞

˚₊· CHICKEN BROTH.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Chicken Broth! ❞

❝ They say that if broth is served, it is then official promoted. To treat broth as a meal is to automatically graduate it into souphood. ❞

❝ Lately, my appetite has changed a bit. ❞

❝ Suddenly, foods as light as broth often sound like they’ll hit the spot. And today, it seems as though even my thought trains run on the lightest of fuel. ❞

❝ Funnily, to me, chicken broth has never tasted ‘like chicken’. Chicken broth, or chicken stock, have always tasted like themselves. ❞

❝ It’s as if, when the essence of the chicken is absorbed into the surrounding water, something slightly different is created instead. And yeah. That’s literally the definition of broth. It’s something created from something else. ❞

❝ But somehow, that feels special when you actually think about it. ❞

❝ Because broth is about as fundamental, about as boring, as a food can get. And it’s generally associated, at least in societies like ours, with illness. Something to eat when you can’t really eat. ❞

❝ And it’s funny, though maybe not surprising, that my fading body wants it more often. ❞

❝ You know, Soup Of The Day was just a random thought. I didn’t actually have some grand plan behind it. ❞

❝ But maybe, subconsciously, some part of me knew exactly what my endgame looked like. ❞

❝ Imagining ourselves dying is like trying to imagine a brand new color. Like trying to correctly visualize the fifth dimension. But death is also one of the most basic things about us. ❞

❝ It’s very weird, [ name ]. I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round in a fever dream. ❞

❝ My brain is in chaos, but it’s looking for order more than ever. ❞

❝ … Remember [ name ]? That was the first time I really, truly recognized the five stages of grief. ❞

❝ As he deteriorated, we both had to learn how to survive death. ❞

❝ There was one thing I clung to, in that instinctive survival mechanism. ❞

❝ They say that animals, and cats especially, are better at knowing how to die. And cats need to be able to do it on their own, usually. Given space, they’ll go when they’re ready. ❞

❝ It was weird to be freed by that. And I don’t think It’s because I BELIEVED it. ❞

❝ In a way, it helped me realize how much I really loved him. Because after knowing him my whole life, I trusted him completely. ❞

❝ When he finally passed away on the living room table, I was so proud of him. ❞

❝ I wish I could feel as free, now that it’s me. ❞

❝ I wish I had a simpler brain, which didn’t notice every single bit of strength I’m losing. ❞

❝ I wish I weren’t thinking endlessly of all the things I suddenly will never do, ever again. ❞

❝ And most of all, I wish I weren’t suddenly reliving [ name ]’s last couple of weeks. ❞

❝ Because I will never know if he actually WAS okay with it happening to him. ❞

❝ Death makes it so, so hard to appreciate life. It makes it so, so easy to lose sight of the good memories. ❞

❝ Death is so powerful. It transcends. It is a black hole. And our instincts, as living beings, are programmed to fight death in every possible way… Except when our bodies are really freakin’ stupid and, like, make cancer cells or something. ❞

❝ But in some way, despite it seemingly like we’re not actually designed to die, when necessity strikes, our bodies scramble to whip up their own blueprints for it. ❞

❝ So when I notice the fact that my body doesn’t feel like thinking about food stronger than broth, somehow, my body just takes the little tinge of comfort and allows a small smile. ❞

❝ Maybe, by the time I die, I won’t have managed to make a huge difference in the world. But maybe my essence will seep out into the water. ❞

❝ My dreams die with me. I will never fulfill my bucket list. But the amount of time that exists after I die is, hopefully, a lot longer than my lifespan. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll be served to others. And that’ll complete me. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll graduate into souphood yet. ❞

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Had to come to your inbox to show you this because in my head this seems very cathie coded, mostly the chorus 😭🤧

Like oblivious, maybe in denial Cater singing this to her??👀👀 Also a bit cringe I know but hey Austin and Ally was a very dear show to me when I was younger sksjskskk

Hello Mah! ☆

AHHHHHH!! THIS IS SO CATHIE CODED OH MY GOSH!!! ♡

I've never seen Austin and Ally before, so I didn't know about this song!

All I can think about is Cater writing this song for Ruthie back when he was in denial of his feelings, and he presents it to the Pop Music Club so they can perform it at their next show. He would be staring at Ruthie (who's at the front of the crowd) as he sings it ♡

So, here's a Cathie fic about it! Enjoy! ♡

(It ended up WAY longer than I thought it would be lol)

⋆ 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮: 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 ⋆

⋆ The Pop Music Club was sitting in their club room, eating snacks as they talked. They had a show coming up in a few weeks, and were debating on what to perform. There were certain songs they would always play, but this time they wanted to do something different, to really make the show stand out. Lilia suggested they try a new genre, while Kalim suggested they incorporate a new instrument. Cater didn't really have any suggestions, scrolling through Magicam for inspiration. While scrolling he comes across a new post from Ruthie, a picture of her pet hamster Raisin with his cheeks stuffed, a sunflower seed in his hands. In the post Ruthie coos about how cute he is, a smile coming to Cater's face as he likes it.

⋆ As he continues scrolling he comes across fan edits, dancing videos, comedy skits, memes. He was about to switch apps when he comes across a post, a girl gushing about how her partner wrote a song for her, as a surprise for her birthday. The post includes a short clip of them singing to her, the girl standing there in shock for a moment before looking like she could cry. In the comments everyone talked about how romantic it was, some saying how they wished they had a partner like that.

⋆ A sudden thought occurs to him, looking up from his phone and turning towards the others as he suggests, "Why don't we try writing our own songs?" Kalim and Lilia look to each other for a moment before agreeing, the two of them excited at the idea of writing their own song. After eating a few more snacks and talking for a little bit longer, they go their separate ways, each of them needing to have a song written for their next club meeting.

⋆ Cater stretched in his desk chair, sighing. He had been staring at his computer for a few hours now, a blank word document in front of him. He kept thinking and trying yet a song just wouldn't come to him, getting up from his chair. He grabs his phone and earbuds before moving to lay on his bed, needing a break. He scrolls through Magicam as he listens to music, liking and sharing certain posts. He sees a post from the bakery in the village near Night Raven, announcing new items they would be adding to their menu soon. One of the items is a dessert that seems to be trending right now, everyone talking about how good it is.

⋆ He smiles as his mind immediately goes to Ruthie, knowing how much she loves sweets. Without thinking he shares the post with her, sending another message right after that asking if she'd like to go with him when the bakery debuts their new desserts. It takes a few minutes before she responds, but her reaction was what he expected, telling him she would love to go with him and how excited she was to try the desserts. Her message had a mix of heart emojis throughout it, something she always did. Their was one particular heart emoji she seemed to use more than the others, Cater putting it next to her name in his phone. He did it because the heart emoji reminded him of her, that's all. There was no other reason. (At least, that's what he keeps telling himself)

⋆ It's a few days later when the bakery debuts their new desserts, Cater waking up early knowing how busy they will be. Ruthie was waiting for him outside campus, standing at the entrance gates. She was dressed more casually than usual, wearing a black long sleeved shirt tucked into a pink knee length skirt. She paired the outfit with the stockings and black Mary Janes she usually wore, her favorite headband on her head to match. Cater couldn't help but stare, thinking how good she looked. When she noticed him she ran over to him, thanking him again for inviting her. Cater wasn't paying attention as she continued to talk, eyes focused on her mouth. There was just something about that pink lip gloss she always wore that he was drawn to, tempting him. It makes him want to...

⋆ He shakes his head, stopping himself from continuing that thought. They make their way to the bakery, talking and laughing along the way. As they pass by a house Cater catches a glimpse of their reflection in the window, the sight almost making him stop. He never thought about how Ruthie holds onto his arm whenever they go somewhere, enjoying having her close. But seeing their reflection, how she holds onto his arm, looking up at him as they talk, he couldn't help but think...

We look like a couple

⋆ It doesn't help that others would mistake them as such, strangers calling Ruthie his girlfriend or his dorm mates telling him to enjoy his "date". Trey had even complimented his appearance that morning, asking him what he was dressed up for. They're wrong, Cater thinks. We're just friends. Yet, the idea of them being "just friends" hurt, Cater choosing not to linger on it.

⋆ There was already a line when they got to the bakery, having to wait around fifteen minutes before they could enter. Cater's attention was drawn to the dessert that was trending, ordering it to take a picture for his Magicam. Ruthie went to order one as well before Cater stopped her, reminding her that she could just eat his. She laughed, saying she forgot and thanking him. Once they got their dessert they went to sit outside, not wanting to stay in with how packed it was.

⋆ It was a nice day out, the table they chose giving them a nice view. Cater took the dessert out of it's container, setting it up so that it looked good. He used the natural lighting to help take his photo, immediately uploading it to Magicam. When he looked up from his phone he noticed Ruthie sitting across from him, eyeing the dessert eagerly. His heart raced as he told her he just needed to take one more photo before she could dig in, focusing on her rather than the dessert as he took it. As soon as he said she could eat it, she started digging in, making happy noises due to how good it was.

⋆ They stayed there for a while, Cater scrolling through his phone as Ruthie ate, talking and laughing in between. Whenever Cater saw a video or a meme he knew she would like, he would hold his phone out to her, watching as she tried not to choke on the dessert while laughing. Before they went their separate ways Cater gave her a hug, thanking her for coming with him. She hugged him back, telling him that she should be the one thanking him, considering he paid for the dessert. She promises him she'll treat him next time as they wave goodbye, Cater watching her go before heading back to Night Raven.

⋆ As soon as he got back to Heartslabyul Ace was there, a teasing grin on his face as he asked how his "date" went. Cater gave him a look, used to his behavior as he tells him it wasn't a date. After a moment he goes on, letting him know he had a good time, and that the dessert seems to be worth the hype. He heads to his room, running into Deuce along the way. He too asks how his "date" went, though his question seemed more genuine, Cater not having the heart to correct him. He breathes a sigh of relief once he's inside, immediately laying in his bed.

⋆ He did his best to relax, mind racing as he pulled up the picture he took of Ruthie earlier. It had turned out better than he thought, her eyes lit up as she looked at the dessert on the table. She looked almost like she was glowing with how the sun hit her face, her hands clapped together in excitement. She looked so happy, so cute. He had to resist the urge to make it his phone background, shaking his head. He sat his phone on his chest, holding his arm over his eyes. He just needed to calm down, everything would be alright. He and Ruthie were friends, they were only hanging out. They weren't dating, she wasn't his girlfriend, he wasn't...

He wasn't...

"I'm not in love with her" he mutters to himself, though his racing heart wants to prove him wrong.

⋆ It's in this moment that he realizes what he wants his song to be about, slowly getting up and moving to his desk. He writes what he's thinking, what he's feeling, using it as inspiration. After having to edit and rewrite it a few times he was finally happy with it, realizing how late it was when he checked his phone.

⋆ At their next club meeting Cater bursts into the club room, presenting the song he had written. Lilia gave him a knowing look as he read the lyrics, Kalim complimenting him on how good it was. After talking some more and discussing the songs Lilia and Kalim had written, they decided to perform the song Cater wrote, with him singing the lead vocals. As it got closer to their show date they began advertising it, posting on their socials and putting up flyers around campus. Ruthie even made a post on her Magicam about it, encouraging anyone would could to attend. She texted Cater the night before the show, telling him how excited she was, wishing them good luck. He tried not to think about how it made his heart skip a beat.

⋆ The night of their show the Pop Music Club was buzzing with excitement, a fairly large crowd coming to see them. As they went on stage Cater's eyes were drawn towards the front, right where Ruthie stood in the crowd. She waved at him, mouthing good luck as he gave her a small wave back. They did their usual introduction, playing some of the songs they were known for before playing the one Cater wrote near the end. He did his best to focus on different parts of the crowd as he sang, but he couldn't help how he would always go back to Ruthie, locking eyes with her more than once.

You're always on my mind I think about you all the time Um, no Let's not talk about it Drama, we can live without it Catch a wave if we're bored There's a clock we'll ignore Find a way around it Hey girl, I can tell there's something Even when you say it's nothing When you're playing with your hair Like you just don't care It's a tell you're bluffing Now please don't take this the wrong way I love the things you do It's how you do the things you love Well it's not a love song, not a love song I love the way you get me But correct me If I'm wrong This is not a love song, not a love song I love the things you do It's how you do the things you love The way you sing it, Put me through it I guess I always knew it (I always knew) I love the way you get me But correct me If I'm wrong This is not a love song (not a love song) Not a love song (I know it's not a love song)

Bonus scene:

⋆ After their show the boys headed backstage, ecstatic by how well their performance had gone. Lilia turns to Cater, a knowing smile on his face as he informs him, "You do realize that was a love song you wrote, don't you Cater?"

Cater stumbles for a moment, laughing awkwardly as he shakes his head. "It totally wasn't! I don't know where you got that idea from, Lilia!"

Lilia eyes shine with amusement at his response, asking, "Oh, really? Can I ask what the inspiration was for the song, then? Perhaps, you had someone in mind...?"

Cater was quiet after that, knowing his response wouldn't help his case. He couldn't say that he wrote the song thinking of Ruthie, after all. ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

#♡.sheep answers #♡.sheep writes #♡.twst oc #♡.ruthie #♡.cathie #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #cater diamond #oc x canon

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