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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version, Part 2 ie. Your red-headed hero arrives at Night Raven College and your other aquatic friends are less than enthused.

[PART 1] [PART 2]

The VDC is going to be one of the biggest events in Night Raven College’s history. It’s going to be spectacular, awe-inspiring, one for the history books. And somehow, by the grace of the Gods (or, well, Vil and Professor Crewel) you have tickets.

So naturally, Azul wants you to work through the entire thing.

“I know you don’t like people,” he’d smiled, as if he was offering you salvation on a silver platter. “And just think of it—all those crowds of sweaty, screaming, humans running around. It only seems right that I, as your employer and friend, do my due diligence to keep you safe during all of it, hmm?”

“We’re just thinking of your wellbeing,” Jade had piped in, a gloved hand pressed to his chest all innocent-like. You weren’t fooled for a second.

“And think of all the extra Thaumarks you’ll earn in tips!” Azul chirped. “I know being in a new world has been difficult for you in more ways than one, and that the financial burden in particular has been terribly unpleasant. So really, we’re just doing everything we can to assist you!”

Lies about being considerate for your ‘delicate mental health’ aside, money was good. Money was great. And besides, all you really cared about was the Choral Competition. As long as you could sneak away for that one, camping out in the Lounge didn’t actually seem like the worst idea in the world. The food was excellent, the atmosphere soothing, and the company was—

…Well.

‘Less than desirable’ would probably be an understatement. But Azul always let you take home the leftovers at the end of the night, and sometimes on colder nights Jade would make you a cup of cocoa with no mushrooms in it or anything. So maybe you could excuse a bit of sadism here and there.

So the VDC came and little, poor, you were squirreled away behind the gilded doors of the Mostro Lounge. Aside for the influx of costumers (and subsequent ‘event price hikes’), it was hardly different than any of your other shifts. The one notable difference was how often Azul swapped your station. Normally you were on door duty, or acting as part of the wait staff. But every time a group of RSA students strutted by in their fancy white uniforms, the Octo-Mer would shuffle you off to the kitchens. Or the bar. Or even his office sometimes, demanding assistance with clerical work.

Someone called your name and you lifted your head from your cloud of misery and menial labor—only half paying attention to the people you were ushering in towards the seating area. But instead of another unfamiliar blob waving you down, you actually recognized this guy. Him and his brilliant shock of red hair that you wouldn’t be able to miss from a mile away.

Lo – it was fork dude.

Or, well, Prince Rielle Tidal of Atlantica. But whatever. Man had pushed a utensil into your hands and told you to brush your hair with it. There was no coming back from that.

Your sun-kissed savior swerved through the line to greet you, nearly bowling you over in his enthusiasm. His RSA uniform was a blotch of bleached brightness against the sea of Night Raven’s black ensemble. Normally your rival academics seemed to travel in packs—safety in numbers and all that. But Rielle was weaving through the mass of grumpy NRC faces like he was perfectly at home.

“I decided to pop by to see Azul and his business—because, you know, he was always so smart and pragmatic so I knew it’d probably be really cool and whatever—but wow! It’s really you!”

“It’s really me,” you repeated, fighting to keep the chirp in your customer service voice. “So, would you like a table or—"

“Wait a second—Azul has you working during the festival?!” Rielle gawked, as if he was just realizing that he had stepped into a place a of business, and that you were wearing the uniform of said establishment. “That’s so cruel!”

Yes. Yes it was. But Azul was nothing if not cruel. And if this guy actually knew anything about him at all, he should be perfectly aware of that.

“Someone has to do it,” you shrugged. “Anyways, can I get you something to—”

“Wah, look at this! Shrimpy’s slackin’ on the job!”

Maybe you could put your head through the wall. That would probably be less painful.

Floyd, Jade, and Azul materialized behind you seemingly out of thin air. The terrible trio greeted your dour frown with varying degrees of spiteful glee. And… something else? There was a sort of tension about them that didn’t mesh with their usual haughtiness. It had cropped up for the first time a few weeks ago—that day at the beach. And subsequently the hours after when Jade had pulled Azul into his office to whisper all kinds of nonsense that was apparently ‘too delicate’ for you and whatever tolerance you’d built for these sociopaths.

“Actually, it’s my fault!” Rielle blurted, stepping smoothly in front of you with all the chivalry of a knight. You wanted to warn him that dipping into Floyd’s bite radius was a terrible idea, but at the same time, you were tired, and hungry, and very curious to see how this would all play out. “And I was just wondering—well… I—I mean…”

The young Prince was starting to splutter, his cheeks burning that same, hot, pink that they had all those weeks ago at the beach. He took a moment to clear his throat, compose himself, and then grasped your hands with both of his very neatly manicured ones.

You thought you heard someone gasp. Like in a period novel.

“I actually heard that you were at Night Raven too! And I’ve been looking all over for you! So—I—Would you—” More throat clearing. Floyd’s teeth were grinding together so loudly it almost sounded like a buzzsaw. “Do you want to get something to eat with me?”

There was a deafening crack and you watched as Jade nearly put Floyd through the floor in an attempt to keep him from lurching forward. You observed the scene before you with pleasant sort of surprise as the trio across from you erupted. Or, well, Floyd had erupted. Jade just had that perfectly polite smile on his mouth that let you know he was planning someone’s murder. And Azul looked like he’d just taken physical damage.

Huh. Interesting.

Then again, you’d known they were a proprietary bunch. And you also knew that you were the favorite chew toy around these parts. No one else was sturdy enough for the role, apparently.

“Oi, Princey,” Floyd snarled from behind Jade’s gloved fingers. “What do you think you’re—"

“I—” you interrupted, stepping between the rabid Merfolk and the would-be-mincemeat. “—would love to.”

Silence.

“…What?” Azul squawked.

“I’m due for my break anyways,” you shrugged, enjoying the horrible little surge of satisfaction warming your gut. Take that, you obnoxious fucks. You weren’t sure why Rielle and his crimson-monstrosity of a hairdo had set the three of them off so terribly, but you’d been on your feet for hours now. And missing all the food stalls, and your other friends, and you were going to take this petty revenge where you could.

You turned to Rielle with a polite little smile that you hoped looked more demure than scheming, and his eyes sparkled.

“You don’t mind eating here, do you?” you asked before shooting Azul an award-winning grin. “I’m sure having a Prince dining in would be great advertisement.”

“But of course,” he grit out. “Who would I be to turn down such a ringing endorsement.”

Rielle tossed an amiable arm across your shoulders and laughed that tinkling, church-bell, laugh of his. Floyd’s lip twitched and Azul snagged his arm quicker than a snake could strike. The snarling behemoth was promptly dragged off into the depths of the Lounge—Azul muttering something frantically under his breath that you couldn’t make out. He looked hunched, panicked. And whatever he was saying must have been serious enough to snag Floyd’s fickle attentions, because the too-tall henchman stayed firmly at his boss’s side. The pair of them vanished into the kitchens, the door slamming behind them.

“Just this way then, if you’d please,” Jade beamed, positively glacial.

“This’ll be great!” the Prince preened, keeping a loose grip on you as you both trailed a very stiff Eel through the front parlor. “I get to see all of Azul’s awesome accomplishments and have lunch with you at the same time!”

“The Mostro Lounge is a lovely place to dine,” you chirped, repeating your familiar, scripted, server prompts from memory. “There’s something for everyone.”

“Is that so?” Rielle hummed, as if in deep thought. “That’s very considerate of them.”

Plenty of people at this school liked to insult your intelligence, and you in turn liked to remind certain someones (Ace. Sebek.) that it was best not to throw stones in glass houses. But this was—you may have really found an actual, factual, ditz. Was this how Azul felt all the time? Looking down at you mere mortals with his superior IQ and cunning? Listening to Rielle’s innocent rambling made you feel like Einstein. It was… sort of nice.

My God, you were going to have be responsible for him, weren’t you? Is that was parenthood felt like?

Jade led you to a quiet booth in the back—the one with a direct line of sight to both the kitchens and Azul’s office. The one reserved for problem customers. You folded yourself neatly onto the cushioned bench and Rielle followed, sitting at your side rather than across the table. Something in Jade’s jaw twitched.

“What do you recommend?” Rielle asked you cheerfully, practically radiating enthusiasm. “I’m sure everything is fantastic!”

“Hmm… How about the Mixed Seafood Platter to start I think,” you grinned, turning your polite beam back on your unfortunate server. “With the Unagi, please.”

Beneath all that bubbling irritation, something in those bi-colored eyes gleamed with the barest hint of respect.

“But of course. If you’ll excuse me.”

Once Jade had retreated, Rielle relaxed back into his seat with a theatrical sigh. He brushed his neat swoop of hair off his forehead, like he was wiping away sweat from a workout.

“Phewf! Not that Azul’s friends aren’t nice and all, but they always give me a bit of the heebie-jeebies.”

That was the kindest word for ‘intense murderous aura’ that you’d ever heard.

“A bit, yeah,” you agreed easily enough. “So how do you know Azul?”

“Oh!” he perked right back up. “We were classmates! When we were younger. He was always really quiet, but also really smart! Is he still like that? Quiet—I mean. Reserved.”

A memory struck you then—of standing at Azul’s side in the lobby of the Atlantica Memorial Museum. You remembered his hesitant determination as he replaced his old class photo on the wall. The picture of a tiny, rounder, Azul standing off to the side—hunched, grey, and miserable amidst a sea of laughing faces. You couldn’t remember if there had been a brilliant slash of red mixed in there anywhere. You hadn’t even bothered to check. Because why would you have even deigned to look at the faces of a group of bullies?

Something soured in your gut.

“I wouldn’t say that, no,” your smile sharpening a bit at the edges. “He’s actually very talkative. It’s hard to get him to shut up most of the time.”

“Really?” Rielle gaped. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

Jade slithered by to drop off your appetizers, and if he noticed the slight drop in your mood he didn’t mention it. He was in and out in a flash. You could just see the whisps of his teal hair disappearing back into Azul’s office.

“Enough about Azul though,” Rielle waved off, reaching for the platter. “Tell me about you!”

“Me?” you echoed, bland. “But isn’t Azul your old friend?”

The Prince waved you off once more, cheeks pinkening all over again. “I can talk to him whenever. I’d much rather hear about you! You’re—You’re interesting!”

Now, that was probably a genuine compliment. You doubted Rielle actually meant to slight your friend companion boss by implying that the most ambitious, intelligent, cunning, and well-dressed merman on campus wasn’t interesting enough to converse about—that all of Azul’s efforts to bring himself out of the shadows and onto center stage were still wanting. But that bitter thing in your stomach was raring for a fight.

So you ruffled around in your uniform pocket and pulled out the little notebook you used to tally orders. You shot Rielle the brightest, sweetest, smile you could and watched his stupidly pretty face light up redder than his hair.

“Actually,” you giggled—giggled. Like a freak. “I’d love to hear about you.”

“He’s going to say something!—”

“What doesn’t Shrimpy already know, huh?” Floyd griped. “And I mean, didn’t you steal Ramshackle? You really think bubble-butt out there can do anything to make the Prefect hate you?”

Azul paced. And paced. And paced.

“It’s not about hating me,” he hissed, fighting the urge to wring his hands. “It’s about realizing there are better options out there, and—”

“Bubble-butt is a better option?!” Floyd cackled.

“Stop interrupting me!”

“Then stop whining,” the eel droned, flopping his head back against the couch. “You shoulda just let me squeeze ‘em.”

“We do not need to spark an international incident in my restaurant,” Azul repeated. Though it sounded less like he was trying to convince Floyd than himself. “Rielle Tidal is a Prince—”

“—a shitty, turd, leftover, Prince—”

“—who we must treat,” Azul grit out, “as such.”

There was a firm rap against the door and Jade slipped inside. Azul had to fight the reflex to pounce on him immediately. Instead he took a moment to pause and straighten his suit jacket. His fingers were shaking and he was sure that Jade would have seen, but thankfully there seemed to be a single shred of mercy left in his Vice-Warden’s cold, withered, heart, and the trembling limbs were not mentioned.

Jade cleared his throat and Azul leaned forward, anxious.

“I think you may be overthinking things,” he said, calm as a cucumber, and Azul wanted to scream.

“It’s not paranoia, it’s being prepared,” he snipped. A pause. “But why do you say that? What happened? Did something happen?”

Jade smiled that placid smile of his. “No.”

“No?” Azul repeated, flabbergasted.

“No,” Jade shrugged.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Floyd piped in.

Azul was just about to turn and remind his wonderful subordinate just how terrible he could make his existence when there was another knock at the door—lighter than Jade’s but just as familiar. Not a moment later, your head popped through the crack and you peaked inside wearily.

Azul hastily cleared his throat and Jade’s grin turned smug.

“Pr-Prefect! Can I help you with something?”

Floyd snickered under his breath and Azul mentally added another three hours onto the bastard’s nightly dish duties.

You stepped inside and tossed a tiny notebook down onto his desk.

“Here,” you said, with a grumpy sort of frown on your face. “All of Prince Rielle of Atlantica’s stupid wants, hopes, and dreams. You better be able to put this to good use you stupid mafioso wannabe, because I’ve been listening to this guy ramble on about himself for ages now, and I’d rather get drowned by Jade and Floyd again.”

You turned without another word and slammed the door behind you.

Azul gaped wordlessly at the pile of tiny pages splattered across his desk, and the familiar curl of your handwriting filling each and every one of them.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Oh indeed,” Jade grinned.

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arashrita · 6 months

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Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

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merakiui · 1 year

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On my knees for your genius galaxy brain...now I'm brainrotting hard about Azul + oviposition > < oh and also happy woman's day dear <3

YES OMG AAAAAAAA oviposition with Azul is just so good. I was so tempted to write it for Azul thought four, but in the end I decided no eggs. T_T not this time... </3 but it's really too yummy!!!!! So many thoughts!!! >v< something about desperate, pathetic tako stuffing you with many eggs... uuwuuuuuwuauaaaaa becoming so protective of you and the clutch!!! Only letting the twins near you because he can trust them (for the most part) not to do anything to harm you or his babies. He tries so hard to build a family with you. Imagine how happy he is if, after so many unsuccessful attempts, one of the many eggs finally hatches and it's a tiny, chubby octo-mer who is beyond adorable with features from both you and Azul and omg!!!!! That's his baby! That's the product of you and him, of your love!! He's filled with so much love right away. He's going to be the best father in the entire world.

OOOOOOO and imagine how emotional he gets!!! He's crying so much because he's so overjoyed and AAAAAAA HE DESERVES HAPPINESS!!! NO MISERY. ONLY LOVE AND JOYFUL DAYS!!!!!!!!

Of course as a writer who likes to portray pain and misery, it's also tempting to write sadness and angst. But not this time! This time he is a happy tako with a happy life and a happy family and !!!!!!!! omg just imagine a situation where he lives his entire life alone and unloved and then he finds you and the both of you gradually fall in love and then (fun plot stuff happens to build relationship dynamic yes yes very nice) eggs!!!! <3 aaaaaaaa orz orz in conclusion: Azul + oviposition = really perfect and so delicious. Octopus eggs are also really small, so imagine how many he can stuff inside you >:) and then imagine how much bigger they will get as the little octo-mer fry inside grow.

#twisted chit chat #scaranya #tw: oviposition #and happy woman's day to you as well dearest!!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♡#naturally to celebrate azul should fill me with eggs teehee~~#please forgive my ramblings again orz my eloquence vanishes when i see azul and eggs in the same sentence hehe;;;

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apompkwrites · 1 year

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HELLO I AM BACK MY FRIEND I HAVE COMETH WITH IDEAS.

So back to the idol au what if little king ended up hiding parts of themselves to not be noticed so that way they associated with the kingscholar family.

We have established that lil octo and lil leech get cold alot so since lil dragon all there body's produce a lot of body heat I like to think that they hug them with there wings or cocoon them whenever lil dragon sees that there cold

Now back to angst that huge overblot tree with the cages yeah that one there cages aren't empty the child version of them are in it there crying out for begging there brother either save them or put an end to there misery or just saying that it hurts. And every time a little black sheep falls from the cages the ones that are still overbotting they try to save them because whenever a branch breaks they get tunnel vision basically all they want is to save there family.

Let's say that for this idea lil dragon was saved from there overblot first they refuse to live and everything a branch breaks there flying up to go catch there family this idea could also very well work for lil flame.

Imagine if there overblot had that had two stages and the last one is where they have to fight the child version of them basically they swapped with the current them now there in the cage. And the child version of them is now just asking them why they didn't come save them why are they trying now when before they weren't worth the effort.

waaa okok idol concepts lets do this. i can see lil kingscholar having a bunch of hats to wear for diff outfits/eras and stuff? like you know how there's hair color eras and stuff? nah lil kingscholar has different hat eras :] ooh or beanies!!! both >:))

hehe i love getting a single ask about whether lil draconia has wings and then immediately getting y'all hooked on the idea of them hugging and cocooning other black sheep <33 but just imagine them all cuddling :OO i love

ugh art ideas art ideas that i'll never get around to

now moving onto angst >:)))

so ok imagine the base of the tree is at ramshackle or smth, right? a place where none of the black sheep or their siblings are so it sorta acts like a cover for the base of the overblot. and then the branches all grow out and spread to the other dorms :OO

and when a branch breaks, it sends a sort of ripple effect through the rest of the tree. the other black sheep feel the branch breaking apart and they are distracted for a brief moment because they need to preserve their family as best they can. but they can't do anything. they arent there so it sorta makes the overblotting worse for the others. sorta like a "the more it breaks, the worse it gets" type of mentality.

anyway i love the idea of the cages having the child versions of the black sheep in them? like like let's say lil rose. so in the rose garden is the actual overblotting lil rose that is fighting with other members of heartslabyul. but dangling over them is the cage that holds baby rose.

baby rose that has just witnessed riddle break down over trey and che'nya. baby roes that has promised themselves to no longer make decisions and instead follow every rule set for them so that they don't go through that.

and instead of the baby rose begging for riddle to help them or to end their misery, they just. sit there. the cage rocks back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, but there's no pleas from them. just a child, locked in a cage.

for lil kingscholar, it'd probably be the opposite. they love their big brother and they want to be close to him again, just like the old days. the old days where they were bullying falena with bugs or climbing in trees.

"leo!" and that damned nickname they no longer called him would be the only thing leaving their mouth, their tone enough to sound like a plea for help, a plea for safety.

and then the idea of them swapping at the last stage :O just the big brother's freezing because they don't have it in them to hurt the baby sheep :((

#a pompk answers #black sheep

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland Whumptober

October 1st - Unconventional Restraints - Azul

Characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd, Yuu, Leona (mentioned), Ruggie (mentioned)

Cw// violence, cannibalism, biting, blood, suffocation, threats, mental breakdowns, low self esteem, whump.

Ink dripped across the stone tile of Octavinelle’s underwater walkway. Azul’s face was pale, eyes wide and unseeing in his shock. He stared down at the golden sand scattered across the floor. He crouched down, lifting a handful loosely, watching it slip through his fingers. How apropos, he though to himself.

Leona stared down at him, smug grin across his face. Ruggie hovered beside him, snickering to himself at Azul’s misery.

Azul’s vision sharpened, and he removed his glasses. He neatly tucked them into his breast pocket, ignoring the way his white gloves were stained on the fingertips and palms with a mix of black and gold. It was stunning, in honesty, the contrast of each color.

He stood up slowly, taking in even deep breaths. In, out, in, out-

“Azul! What are you doing?!” Jade yelled, practically running toward him, Floyd and those… those…they were close behind.

“Whoa, yikes, what’s goin’ on here?” Floyd said in a casual tone, but the worry was evident.

“Jade, Floyd,” Azul breathed out in relief, “You’ve come back to me! Would you believe that thanks to these FOOLS, I’ve lost all my contracts?” He stifled down a whimper, gritting out, “Which is why I’m going to need your powers now. Come on, give them to me!” He cried, tears slipping desperately from his wide eyes.

“Hold on now,” Jade said, “Your signature spell is so powerful, it’s impossible to control without a contract scroll. You know better than anyone what will happen is you do this.” His eyes bore into Azul’s harsh and stern. There was concern in them, Azul could tell, but he didn’t want pity. He needed control. Was Jade feeling emboldened to turn against him because he was weak? Did he think he would roll over and play dead at his command? All this hard work, all this time taken over the years, down the drain, and now it seemed, Jade and Floyd would leave him next.

“But I lost it all, you see?” There as a bite to his words, “Everything! All gone…” tears kept pouring from his eyes, mixing with the black ink covering his hands, the same ink seeping through his gloves and his shirt and his blazer and coating him in a grayish-blue tint, head to toe, “You don’t understand, I’m going to revert to my old self if I don’t act now!”

“Yknow, Azul, I never saw you as lame before. But now? The way you’re actin’ is pretty lame.”

Worthless. Stupid. Clumsy. Slow. Fat. Crybaby. The words bounced around Azul’s brain, and a new one was added. Lame. It only confirmed his worst fears, the twins were leaving, he’d lost it all. Everything was gone.

“Ah, is that a fact?” He challenged, staring down Floyd. “I’m just a silly little octo-twerp who can’t do anything on his own.” Don’t leave me, please. “That’s why I’m going to take everyone’s powers. I will rise above your perceptions.” You don’t like me, you’re leaving me, please don’t leave me, please stay. “A beautiful singing voice,” could I have it on my own? “Powerful magics,” I’m not strong enough, “All of it, mine! Hand it all over at once!”

He felt something warm and cold at once take over him, sliding around his limbs like a shield of armor, dripping down into his eyes, coloring the lashes an even darker shade of black.

“What’s all that black gunk drippin’ out of Azul?” He heard faintly, “That ain’t ink, is it?”

Jade said something, but what it was, Azul couldn’t tell. He was to busy, laughing at their faces. So they had underestimated him, then? They thought he was weak, well…he would show them.

He felt his two legs splitting into eight, and the terrified looks of everyone around him. Ah, yes, there they were. The Ramshackle prefect, the one who had orchestrated this, hadn’t they? They made a deal with Leona, just as he had, then turned around to destroy his contracts? They were no better than him, in fact, they were ten times worse! No magic, no skills, no one to care about them, nothing.

The thick black appendage wraps around Yuu’s waist, squeezing tightly to the point of no air. Suckers stick to their clothes, causing them to be wet with slime. Yuu struggles and tries to push it away, to wriggle around for air, to hurt the monster gripping them, to no avail.

Any form of recognition of pain or sympathy from Azul is nowhere to be seen. His manic eyes and sadistic grin bore into Yuu’s soul as he lifts them up and slams them back down against the tile flooring of the octavinelle walkway.

It shattered from the force of being thrown, beneath Yuu. They were dazed, their vision was spotted with black and their head felt light. If anything broke, they couldn’t feel it through the daze of suffocation.

Azul yanked them back again, hissing in their ear, “You should have minded your own business. None of this would have happened if you had just let sleeping dogs lie.”

Yuu’s scream was muffled by Azul’s hand covering it, holding the prefect close. Another tentacle came to envelop them, squeezing around the shoulders and neck like the world’s most uncomfortable shawl. Yuu began to cry, both with muffled screams and tears, and wriggled desperately against Azul.

“Shhh, hush now, prefect. Don’t you want a front row seat to the show?”

Yuu’s vision became even more blurred. Any feeling from below the waist was beginning to fade, and their movements began to slow down.

Azul loosened his grip, causing Yuu to splutter for air. They were limp, helpless, weak. It served them right, didn’t it?

He suddenly felt a weight on his back, and teeth sinking into the crook of his neck. The sharp prick of claws cut into his back, and what should have been legs began to wrap around his middle.

Ah, he thought, so that’s who it is.

He turned to see one glowing yellow eye staring back at him. Blue blood was spilling from where Floyd had sunk his claws in, and around his mouth.

Had Azul been in his right mind, he may have let go then. But instead, he simply began to shake him off, elbowing at his ribs and sending a blast of magic toward him.

I could take his power. I could make it so none of these fools could stop me. Jade’s too.

He couldn’t convince himself to hurt the eel, not when he was screaming, “Snap out of it!” Although muffled by the flesh of his shoulder, it was clear he meant it.

Floyd could kill him. If he simply wanted to fight for the sake of a snack, he had eight perfectly good limbs available. But he picked the mos dangerous spot for himself - one jammed with his neck against branching coal and barnacles, completely within his vision, within gripping distance.

He felt another set of claws dig into him, this time on his tentacle that was gripping the prefect. He turned to look, finding Jade in the middle of attempting to free his prisoner.

Oh? So they’re loyal to them now, are they?

His grip on the human tightened, earring a croaking cry from the prefect. He felt their ribs snap under him, and a sick coil of pleasure swam up his spine. Or maybe that was overblot taking its toll.

Jade grit out something, though he wasn’t sure what. What he as feeling instead was Floyd wrapping further around him, tightening and tightening. Jade was doing something similar around the tentacle.

“Let them go, or I will cut this thing off.” Jade grit out, glaring at Azul. “You’ll kill them!”

“I don’t care.” Azul said plainly, glaring right back. He would soon care when he felt teeth sink into his tentacle, two sets. Jade’s Pharyngeal jaw gripped the tentacle, tearing at it.

Azul snatched Jade by the waist, attempting to pull him off, only to find that Floyd took his place.

No matter, I have eight legs.

But eels are slippery creatures, and it turned out containing three people was just a little bit too hard to pay attention to. He growled and flung the prefect away, watching as they hit the tile floor, limp. Breathing. Good. Time to focus on the eels.

They didn’t run to Yuu like he’d imagined. They continued to fight him, to wrap themselves around every single one of his tentacles and grip to him, pinning his arms down. He’d never seen them look so desperate, so…so…

So vulnerable.

Floyd had his head pressed into Azul’s chest, words muffled but the message was clear - stop. Please.

Jade was gripping to him even tighter, surprisingly, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other his back in what could be seen as a tight hug.

“Azul.” He said, voice firm, “It’s time to come back to your senses. Please.” His voice was soft at the end, emotion evident in his own Jade-like way.

Azul found it hard to breathe. Whether it was from the soft spoken pleads or from suffocation via eel tail, he wasn’t sure, but…

Tears clouded his vision, and he felt himself sinking. He went limp, collapsing to the floor in a heap. Tentacles dissolved into legs, coral into nothing but ink. His skin took on a softer pink, his gills fading into soft lines against his flesh, looking more like scars than anything.

Jade draped his blazer over Azul, finally relieved that his…business partner…had finally fallen. If he was gone, he….

It’s no matter.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #overblot azul #twst yuu #twst mc #twistedtober #whumptober #twst whumptober

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elegantgothicoctopi · 1 year

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Octo help: what do you do when the guy you're dating starts talking about suicide and other dark shit about himself?

I want to be supportive but I don't want to be patronizing. I just want him to become happier with himself. It's sad when twinks talk about hating themselves so much. I don't think I've ever met a happy twink who didn't hate themselves in some way or another. Even I struggled with this in my 20s. I just want it to work out. :(

One you just got into this relationship so massive red flag not saying to jump ship but proceed with heavy caution. Otherwise consider that in his position*what you told me there is a fair bit of stuff for him to fret over* there is a lot to be afraid about and self destruction is one way to externalize internal misery in a way they can control and dictate. My advice is try to help him get some sense of center and control, find a hobby he is really into or an interest he loves and try to get him to delve into a small project he can feel accomplished and relaxed about. Mostly just try to be there to keep him from fixating on the negative and if all else fails sometimes a harsh talking to works well as a last resort but definitely as the last resort.

#happiest I tend to be is when I was working on a co-ord or prop project #otherwise I tend to fall into doom and gloom type stuff

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inkantation-arch · 1 year

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@sangfear sent in: abatina , bluebell + iris for tsu!

botanical headcanons // accepting.

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

A lot. Tsu’s changed her mind on people, on places, and like, the opening of her version of Splatoon One is nothing but her changing her mind. She comes in with the agenda of basically using the Squidbeak Splatoon to help her mother come to the surface and then vanishing, but realizes that there’s a lot of actual danger that no one else is going to stop. In general, Tsu is very willing to change her mind if she’s given new information - she knows that she can’t know everything.

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

Yes and no. Tsu will learn from her own mistakes quite frequently, but often times will take the wrong lesson, which means.... she’s bound to repeat the mistake unless she figures out that the lesson was wrong. Typically, the lesson she takes tends to be very... self punishing? It’s better to come up with an example, for instance, the end of Octo Expansion.

Instead of taking the lesson of “heroics are good, but you need to be less reckless about them so you are not put in a compromising position,” she takes the lesson of “being reckless to save people works, you just need to be stronger.” ( because of the partial sanitzation, she views it as her not having done enough to fight off tartar. )

and guess what, at the end of splatoon three, she does a reckless thing and gets hurt. so. y’know. take a better lesson.

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

Oooh.

There’s a lot that could be talked about here. I talk about her passed mother quite frequently, but I think it might be more fun to talk about her grandfather here. Her grandfather is terrible, a very speciesist man, but Tsu does wish he would do better, I think she would want to convey to him that... He lives alone in a rural, dying town, because he has isolated the only family he had left, that his misery is self-inflicted..

#sangfear #【００３：TSUNAOMI HC.】#【００Ｘ：ANSWERED.】#( thank you!! )

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witch-sweets · 2 months

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11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what Love learning about people's taste in music. I think it's interesting.

oh boy where do I start...

Lemon Demon

I listen to a lot of Lemon Demon, a lot of Vocaloid stuff specifically the producers Ghost and Pals, Kikuo, DennekoP, deco*27, etc, Mother Mother, Miracle Musical, The Living Tombstone, lots of soundtracks from video games and Musicals I like

Specific favorite song list time (it's a long one)

Touch-Tone Telephone, Eighth Wonder, Soft Fuzzy Man, Modify, Fine, The ballad of Sara Berry, The Main Character, Laplace's Angel, Still Alive, The Mind Electric, Ghosting, Problems, Wrecking Ball (the mother mother song not the Miley Cyrus one), Arms Tonite, Burning Pile, Honey I'm Home, The Chattering Lack Of Common Sense, Scapegoat, Appetite of a People Pleaser, The Distortionist, Housewife Radio, Brodcast Illusion, Happy Days, Pathological Facade, Reckless Battery Burns, Aishite Aishite, Useless Child, Welcome to Star Inn, The good Child and The Fox Spirit, Ghost Rule, Monster (Gumi), Machine Gun, Karma, Exorcism, Who Knows, Teto Territory, Triple Baka, World is Mine, Perfectly Sweet, Devils Casino, Alien Alien, all of the TLT fnaf songs, MY Ordinary Life, Pretty much the entire ahit soundtrack, most of the Omori soundtrack, Calamari Inkantion, Fly Octo Fly, Big Betrayal, Circus Hop, You'll be Gone, Hansel, People Eater, Misery Meat, The Guy that didn't like Musicals cast recording, Beetlejuice The Musical cast recording, Lovefool, Step on Me

This list is massive and I don't feel like typing out the entire thing so hopefully you can get a grasp on my music taste from these examples alone-

Also just because I can here's some examples of art I've made while listening to music

#I already typed a lot I don't feel like typing tags #My taste in music is an enigma

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grimsdeadb0nes · 1 year

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With the better cover reveal of Cat Mimic (Mewmic) disguise for the upcoming IDW issues, I couldn't help but make a Cat Misery disguise to go with him! or, Meowsery if you will :3c

[ Base Octo Misery ]

#my art #my oc #sonic oc #Misery #Misery the Octo #(but cat disguised!!)#sonic the hedgehog #idw spoilers? does that count as a spoil bc i feel like everyone knew immediately #also the fact he has a scarf and Mittens (not just normal gloves??) makes me think winter/snow wear #so thats why i went the fluffy semi-wintery feeling route for her disguise clothing (thats actual clothing not just shifting)#yes the lack of eyeshine is intentional no i didnt forget it /srs

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anitosoul · 3 years

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tripreport.015: Head Cheerleader

feminine energy ✨

Key Inspirations

Comedy shows (Activity)

Rachel Sennott (Comedian)

Pom Pom Squad – Death of a Cheerleader (Music Album)

Early 2000’s R&B (Music Genre)

Late 2000’s Pop Punk (Music Genre)

The current wave of cool indie girl rockers (Music Artists)

Brandy – “The Boy Is Mine” (Song)

Roller skating (Activity)

Nail salons (Activity)

2021 Pride Celebration (Activity)

Outdoor concerts (Activity)

Head Cheerleader Tracklist A-Side

The Supremes – You Can’t Hurry Love

TLC – No Scrubs

Coco & Clair Clair – Pop Star

Yvette Cason – Cash Play

Caroline Polachek – Bunny Is a Rider

Kim Petras – I Don’t Want It At All

Olivia Rodrigo – good 4 u

Brandy, Monica – The Boy Is Mine

Carole King – It’s Too Late

Soccer Mommy – Your Dog

Tkay Maidza – Cashmere

Billie Eilish – I Didn’t Change My Number

Banoffee – Idiot

Head Cheerleader Tracklist B-Side

Porridge Radio, Clarence Clarity – Pop Song (Clarence Clarity Remix)

Pom Pom Squad – Head Cheerleader

Paramore – Misery Business

WILLOW, Travis Barker – Gaslight

Doja Cat – Need to Know

Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know

Avril Lavigne – Sk8er Boi

Mannequin Pussy – Perfect

SASAMI – Sorry Entertainer

Slow Pulp – At It Again

Snail Mail – Full Control

Amber Mark – Heart-Shaped Box

Clairo – Blouse

Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No – I Got Life (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY – October 1969)

July was a continuation of the discombobulated vibes of June, but this time without as much of the mystique. We were fully in the throes of HGS, trying to figure out if it was a marathon, sprint, or why it even felt like a race in the first place. The end of June into the beginning of July was full of energy, including a jam packed stretch between Pride Weekend and 4th of July. It was the peak of the intensity: I had been hosting people in the city since June, and that week I had my partner at the time and best friend visiting. Celebrating Pride in Washington Square Park was momentous; the scene felt like history in the making. WSP is always busy, but I had never seen so many people there, let alone with so much positive energy.

We ran through the fountain, music blasted from every angle, bubbles and glitter filled the air, there was a person spitting fire?? It was bliss. Later that evening, my partner and I went to our first concert in years, George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars in Central Park. It was a mind-blowing live performance and I was so glad it was my first concert post-lockdown. Seeing Maggot Brain live was one of the greatest experiences of my life. (Side note, we also saw Ted Allen there and chatted with him briefly after the concert, which was one of the coolest things to happen to us as major Chopped fans.)

Besides that, the beginning of July involved taking full advantage of the city as I hosted other friends. We visited museums, walked around, ate our way through the city, hit up drag performances, went roller skating, and saw lots of comedy shows. I got my nails painted for the first time: yellow, the color that represented my summer and the brightness of the moment. 4th of July was equally intense, with an Octo Octa b2b Eris Drew daytime rave at Knockdown Center and rooftop fireworks to close out the night. It was magical spending those summer moments with loved ones from every era of my life: middle school, high school, college, post-grad, NYC, lockdown. I was reminded of how many incredible people I had in my life. I felt grateful for it all.

I was trying so many new things, and why not? The pandemic infused a latent sense of urgency into everything. I would take advantage of every moment; I may not have the chance in the future! None of it was promised. This philosophy affected the way I viewed myself as well. I started feeling more connected to femininity, both in the people I had around as well as within myself. It was a way of protecting myself, feeling a sense of inherent comfort and doing what I could to take care of others.

In the midst of all of the fun, I wasn’t admitting to myself that I was totally exhausted. I had been hosting people in the city for 6 weeks straight, not leaving a moment to myself. I was neglecting the fact that I had given myself no space to adjust to all of the monumental changes in my life–starting my full-time career job, living alone in a new part of the city, maintaining a long distance relationship for the first time, and dealing with the whiplash of being thrust into “real life” again after over a year of being in lockdown. The moment the last friend I hosted left to go to the airport, it all hit me at once.

I had to start taking real responsibility for my life, and I had no idea where to begin. I knew that hosting friends, going out every day and spending with reckless abandon was not going to be sustainable, but I didn’t know how to grapple with the alternative. The back half of July became difficult as the magic of the summer started winding down. I clung on however I could, forcing activity when I knew I needed to rest. I felt imposter syndrome in everything; I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing or what I wanted. After over a year of constantly being around my immediate family and friends, I suddenly felt very alone. I felt like I was drifting; by the end of July, I was aimless and lost. As I’ve always done, I turned to the music–the songs in this month’s mix were relatable and comforting, drawing upon angst, amusement, confusion, and femininity. During this period of minimal direction, the music provided a semblance of maternal guidance.

#trip report #music #music writing #reflects #riot grrrl #Spotify

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 2 years

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Splatoon AU: “Woomy…” Juleka whimpered, curled into a ball of misery in her octo form. “I warned you it would hurt.” Luka tutted. “Thut up…” Juleka hissed. “Why did you do this?” The blue octoling frowned. “Hey guys, what’s waaaugh…?” Rose trailed off the moment she walked into the room, her train of through jumping the tracks and plunging into a canyon at the sight of the stud that pierced her crush’s tongue. “Dat’s why.” Juleka snickered.

Juleka: worf ith

#ml splatoon au

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chatgroove · 2 years

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Tag your ocs in the CPR x Misery x Reese Puffs meme.

LMFAO YES YES YES THANK U ANON I LOVE

CPR - David Misery - Duo REESES PUFFS REESES PUFFS - Octo

#Duo is always in misery lmfao #oc stuff #my ocs #asks #anon

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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 years

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Sadness

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,144

Warnings: angst, implicit mention of suicide, explicit mention of depression

Summary: Sadness takes on many forms, all of which never want to be alone.

Squared Filled: Cuddling (U1)

Author’s Note: I know you guys have requests and I promise to get to them. I have two bingos I need to finish before the deadline in Aug/Sept and by the rate I am going, I will be done before that so please bear with me. This is for @buckybarnesbingo and if you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Sometimes sadness comes for no apparent reason. You could be making lunch for you and your girlfriend and that wave hits you so hard the knife falls out of your hand and bounces on the floor. You could be driving and it suddenly gets hard to breathe so you have to pull over just to keep yourself from not doing any more damage. Sometimes these waves come at us without any warning.

Those are some of the worst times.

You don’t know why they come or how, but they do. Everything around you doesn’t seem to matter because you’re trying to fight to breathe, to get that sweet scent of air into your lungs. It brings you down to your worst, and suddenly you’re thinking about what the world would be like if you weren't in it.

These waves don’t come often to you, but when they do they’re powerful. They get so heavy that they can knock you off your feet. Everyone around you tries to make it better, but no one can understand how you’re feeling. How can they when you don’t even understand it yourself?

These waves of sadness can show you the darkest parts of yourself, parts that make you want to hide in the closet in fear. The world passes on without you because nothing will stop for them. They will hold back as many people as they can until they realize there is nothing to grasp onto.

Some people call it an illness, you call it depression. You’re not always depressed, there are days where you’re smiling and laughing. For those moments you could be truly happy, but then reality sets in and the darkness settles around you. Sadness comes back in waves and those happy moments seem too far to grab.

You’re left in the dust wondering what you’re doing with your life. How can it be better? How can it go away? Once it catches you in its net, you can never escape. No matter how many doctors you see or how much medicine you take, it will always be there lingering in the back, waiting for the right moment to strike.

It could be years since the last wave of sadness, but that’s what it does. It keeps you terrified of the next tsunami. Everything could be going right in your life, but you’re scared darkness will blanket your sky at any given moment. It’s what keeps you living in fear. When you expect it to come, it never does. It’s only when you least expect it does it truly hit.

And you realize that you’re all alone in this world. Other people with depression can say they know what it feels like but it’s different for every person. No two people share the same kind of sadness. They think they’re helping by talking about it because then maybe other people can help take the weight off, but in reality, you’re worried that you now have to hold that person’s weight up since they know about your problems.

It’s never easy, but friends do help sometimes. Just being there can make all the difference, but not all the time. Sometimes being alone is what’s best for you to get through it. Not everyone is going to make it better, to make it go away.

Now is one of those times.

Bucky had been trying to call you for the last hour and a half, and you answered once. Once. One word was said. Stop. Then you hung up. He knows you’ve been depressed all your life. It sucks when it starts out young because the more you have it in your life, the harder it is to get away from it.

It’s not like you’re trying to ice him out, but your sadness won’t allow it. It’s not true what they say. Misery does not love company. It would rather sit in a dark room all by itself than be surrounded by emotions who try to understand it. That sadness manifests into your daily actions, and you find yourself sitting in your living room with all the lights off.

No one there to make it better. The dark shape of sadness sits next to you with its arms wrapped around you as if it’s trying to protect you from the dangers outside. When in reality it doesn’t know that it’s doing the damage. It is dangerous, but it keeps on holding tight because you think it’s afraid to let you go.

When you finally let yourself be happy, that sadness shrinks and it starts to fade. It no longer feels wanted and that’s all it ever wants to feel. Wanted. So, it uses all of its strength to grab at you, and when it finally gets a hold, you sink back into what was. It gets bigger to fit all around you because like you said, it wants to protect you. It knows what’s dangerous, everything except it.

That’s why you didn’t answer Bucky. You were afraid of him catching the sadness attached to you. He doesn’t deserve to be sad, no one does. It just happens to some people without their consent and it thinks it’s okay to do that. This sadness can take away everything from you, including your own senses. It’s why you didn't hear the door open and shut and footsteps inch closer to you.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked quietly, setting down the stuff he was carrying. Sometimes this sadness is so powerful it can take away your ability to speak.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, but I thought a pillow fort would help,” he said as he motioned to the pillows and blankets he brought.

“Okay,” you whispered, getting up without another sound. Sometimes this sadness allows you to move, allow you to complete a task without your mind knowing it. It can separate the spirit from the body and let the body do all the work. You felt like a robot as you moved. Your blood started to feel like sandpaper, but you went on for Bucky. Setting up the blankets, the pillows inside, and hanging the multi-colored Christmas lights around the room.

The fort was bigger than you’ve ever seen, but your sadness was bigger. Even then, it could fit inside with you, blocking all exit paths. Its sad eyes following you wherever you go. Even after everything is done, you still had nothing left to say. Bucky didn’t seem to need that. He could look into your eyes and know just what you needed.

The two of you laid down, got comfortable, and he gently maneuvered your head to rest above his heart. He knew exactly what you needed to hear. Hearing the thump of his heart reminded you that your own heart beated at well. Sometimes, that’s all sadness ever wants to hear.

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