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moon-catto · 2 years

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Hi I reader ur fic about the Gojo x reader that was based on the hanahaki disease

This is what I found on Google for it : Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병 (Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese)) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

If u accept requests can u plz plz plz make part 2 where gojo finds the cure that is surgical removal and reader woke up but loses her romantic feelings for Satoru. That worsens Gojo's disease more and he tries his best to get reader reciprocate same feelings but it takes months for that cause reader can't remember a single thing about loving him. Angst with happy ending plz . I really need a part 2 only if u accept requests

I Know I Love You

Part I | Part II

Summary: Satoru found a cure to save you. But will it be worth it?

Warning: Angst with happy ending.

Sorry for the long reply, I'm struggling to write the next part because I don't like how it turned out and re-do it for the hundredth times. I hope this one will do you some justice sksksks.

I listen to these two songs while writing. I live for IAN's aesthetics.

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Satoru blinked. His eyes heavy because of the drowsiness currently overtaking his body. But the first thing he feels is not the blanket he used to sleep, the foreign texture that grazed his skin immediately made his eyes opened wide in shock. The blinding light above him stings his sensitive eyes so he squinted his eyes while pushing his body off the... Ground?

His brilliant orbs scanning the surrounding in confusion with a bit of panic mixed in between. He's in a middle of a vast wheat field with wild flowers peeking here and there.

He turned his body to see anything else but to no avail, he walked in some random directions to further investigate this strange place.

He never been in this place but the warmth air and the beautiful sky is somewhat comforting. The sun is setting at the end of the horizon, painting the sky in a perfect mix of purple and golden colors. The subtle smell of flowers is calming as the wind blows by him softly, playing with the collar of the white shirt he wore.

Is this a dream?

He thought as he continues to wander around. Hours may have passed, yet the field keeps going on— he couldn't find the end of it even with the Six Eyes superior ability.

'Satoru.'

A throb to his chest. Your soft voice piercing into his ears and soul like a needle.

The winds blows while carrying the flower petals. A sweet familiar scent entering his nose as he feels a present nearby.

He turned his head to the side and found you standing in the middle of the wheat field not far from him in a flowy white dress. Your back faced him but he would never mistake you for someone else.

It's almost an instinct for him to run after you, he doesn't care even if it's a sweet trap prepared to trick him. His yearnings and longing for you is too much for him to handle, he can't think about anything else but you and you alone—his sun and moon, his beloved friend and the woman who owned both his heart and soul.

His first and last love.

The pain in his heart hurting more in each steps he took, he ignored it. He might die before he reached you but it's okay. He just needs to have one final glance at you.

His breathing is ragged when his arms pulled your wrist towards him—your dress moved gently following his movements.

You were taken aback by his sudden action, it was shown on the shock painted on your beautiful face. Your eyes gazed him with wide eyes.

Oh, it was beyond beautiful. You're wearing a flower crown made with cotton flower bud on your head, and you're so, so, so very beautiful that it hurts him right in his heart. He's speechless.

"Sa... Toru?"

His name rolled off from your red lips like a poem, he longed to hear his name from you even if your sweet voice torned his heart apart, torturing him with immense pain that knees shook and tears falling to stain his cheeks.

"What are you— oh! Why are you crying?" You hurriedly cradle his face, his eyes fluttered close at the gentle touch of your hands. Tears keeps flowing from his eyes like endless waterfall, he keeps on weeping like a five year olds but he paid that no mind. He doesn't care if you took him for a crybaby. All he cared is the fact that you are here with him.

It's already more than enough for him.

"Satoru, please don't cry." He sobbed softly while you keep wiping off his warm tears with such tenderness, he melted in your hand. Like a piece of wax under the burning sun, he would let himself completely ruined for you if you wanted him to.

He'd gladly do so.

His hands trembling, cold in contrast with your warmth. He brought your palms to his lips, kissing every skin available, tasting his own tears on your pristine skin.

"Satoru!" You became flustered on that. You tried to release your hand but he doesn't budge. His grip on you is gentle but firm as if he afraid of breaking you if he hold you tighter yet also afraid you'd disappear if he loosen it.

You noticed the solemness in his eyes, his tears hid a bitter pain as they glided over your arms. You never seen him in so much pain like this before.

"Satoru.." Your voice is filled with concern as he keeps pulling more of your hand to place gentle kiss on your skin, like a sinner begging for forgiveness to his goddess.

"Hey," you gently caressed his cheek and he looked at you, still with tears coming out of his blue eyes. "What's wrong?"

He puts on a sad smile. He doesn't deserve your pity or sympathy, he feels sick when his heart bursted with warm at the worried look on your pretty face.

He should've just died.

"Just missed you so much." His smile turned gentler, it's so painful but so pretty at the same time. His heart throbbed when you gazed at him curiously. He found your expression is so endearing and he can't help but adore you even if it made the thorn in his heart keeps growing bigger.

"Why," you began softly. "I thought you'd hate me."

He shook his head too quickly to his liking. "How can I hate you." He whispered. "If anything, you should be the one who hate me." He admitted with guilt evident in his face. "I'm not even worthy to ask for your forgiveness." He begins sobbing again, his cries pained your heart and you unconsciously pulled him closer into your embrace. His tall and big stature made it hard for you to fully hug him but you tried your best to comfort him by rubbing his back.

"It's not your fault." This time you're the one who shook your head. "I should've not fallen for you when I know you don't want my heart." You whispered back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you so much like this. I'm sorry." You whispered your apology to him and he hugged you back with trembling arms. Tight and fragile, he holds you like you are a delicate piece of flower. Even if it's only a dream, he doesn't want to let you go. He'll gladly stay in this dream if it means he can be with you longer.

The sensation of you is very vivid. The warmth of your body, your sweet scent, the softness of your dress, and your soft voice. His senses filled with your essences that feels both delightful and painful. Each movement of yours brings him joy and misery, but he grasped it all because he wants all of you for him. He's greedy when it comes to you, he'll take the pain and pleasure of being with you until his damned soul slowly perished under the intense torture. He'd reset the time and did everything again, just to be with you.

So he braced himself.

"What if..." He mumbles on your skin. "If... I want your heart?"

Your whole body tensed, the needle stabbed a bit deeper.

You tried to comprehend his words. You looked down to see him nuzzling his head deeper to your neck.

"It's okay if you refuse to give it to me." He chuckles darkly. He hold his breath when his heart began throbbing quickly, the pain burning through every veins in his body that he wanted to scream because of how excruciating it feels. "I don't deserve it in the first place."

"What... What do you mean?" You cupped his face and found him smiling. Despite the tears welling up in his eyes, you can see the starstruck gaze in his beautiful eyes. Adoration, pain, sadness, and then... Love.

"I love you." He breathlessly said. "I'm sorry I'm late to realize it." The flower bud in his chest began to blooms when your eyes became glassy. Ah, he made you cried.

"Sorry." He wiped your tears before it felt. His calloused skin touched your skin hesitantly before he inhaled sharply because of the pain. "Sorry I put you in this state."

"Satoru, you—" You watched in horror as his chest began to bleed. Blood also coming out of his lips, staining his pretty smile.

"Don't worry." He stopped your hands from touching his chest. "I'm fine. It's okay, I'm used to it." He said and you cried harder at the cruel realization.

You have cursed him with that damned disease.

He cupped your face with loving gaze. "It's just, I'm so happy to see you that i— ah," he chuckled when the flower branck began to surge out from his chest, a bloody flower with the same color of your iris.

"SATORU!" you hugged his cold figure harder. Your heart broke and broke down further. You thought your one sided love is the most painful, but this. Nothing can beat this kind of pain.

"I love you so much." He told you again. "Thank you for loving me and give me the chance to feel how to love someone." He kissed your forehead, blood dripping from his chin and stained your skin, then mixed with your tears that stained your white dress. "Loving you... Is the best decision I've ever made, Y/N."

"Don't do this to me." You clings on his shirt harder and wrinkle his shirt.

"Ah, you ruined my shirt too back then." He laughed at the bitter memory. "I wish I can say that I love you that time..."

He put his forehead on yours. Feeling the warmth of your skin to his cold one again. The feeling of love.

"Don't cry, Y/N." He brushed your hair behind your ears. "it'll be okay. You'll be okay when you wake up."

"How do you know?" You looked at him with blurry eyes and trembling lips.

"I know so." He mumbles softly. "You won't feel a thing. I promise."

"What?!"

The scenery began to fade and you're scrambled to hold him when the wind started to blow harder.

"Ah, I forget to tell you." Satoru smiled at you, a teasing glint appeared on his eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out as everything slowly disappear in a blinding light.

Satoru leaned closer to your ear.

"You look so beautiful in this dress."

"....?"

".... Up!"

".... She's waking up!"

A gasp escaped your lips. The surrounding around you became blurry as your consciousness began to build up. Someone approached you, asking you something but you're unable to understand what they said.

The dream you had before feels very vivid, it left something inside you. You're supposed to feel sad but you can't feel anything beside the void in the middle of your chest.

"You won't feel a thing. I promise."

"Toru..." You whispered his name. His smile flashed before your eyes, the feeling of his body near you and his gentle voice—his confession, everything came up like a storm.

Your vision is getting fuzzier and you pushed yourself from the hospital bed.

"Wait! You need to rest more!" Shoko tried to stop you from leaving, but you're still as stubborn.

"Satoru, I need to see him now."

Satoru is laying on the hospital bed after he passed out earlier. Shoko needs to increase the dosage of his medicine because his condition keeps worsen after you fell into a vegetative state.

He glanced at the sky from the window.

The surgery should be finished by now. He smiled when he's thinking about you finally regained your consciousness. Back living your life without any pain.

Without him.

"Ah, damn it." He cursed while roughly wiped his face.

Ah, he cried again. When it comes to you, he would always cry. If you saw him like this, you might be disappointed on how soft he became.

Just like in the dreams.

The dream ended abruptly. You disappeared first, missing how the flower in his chest bloomed fully and ripped his chest apart before turned into a giant flower tree.

He wonders if he also ended up as a tree in real life...

If I became a tree, will this pain also disappear?

He finally knows the meaning behind your words. You're talking about your own death but you're not showing any emotion at all.

I don't want you to be sad again.

Your death might erase all of your pain. But not mine. He thought to himself. He might go crazy from how much pain you left him.

He's deep in his thoughts when the door opened suddenly. He's about to scold whoever made commotion in his room, but instead he found you there with Shoko's currently helping you to stand.

You're frozen in your place. Satoru is on the hospital bed wearing the patient pajamas. It's a strange sight since usually you'd be the one who laying on the bed with him casually visiting you.

He becomes this sick because of you and your selfish feelings.

Your mouth tremble in an attempt to talk, to say anything. You wanted to come to him, but he beats you to it by running towards you, trapping your weak figure in his tight embrace.

"You're awake..." He whispered. "Thank God, You're awake..." He started to sob and it triggered your eyes to water. A reflex, not based on an emotional impulse because how much tears you've shed, you can't feel anything inside your 'heart'.

Five months later....

You quit being a sorcerer. Having the infection removed means you're not able to feel any emotions left and you're also incapable of producing cursed energy.

Satoru took care of you. All of your expenses is paid by the said man.

"Please don't refuse it." He frowned when you told him that you're going to pay him back once you got a job. "It's the least I can give you."

His love for you grows each day, you can feel it. The glimmering stare he would give you when you talk to him, the excited noises he made when you hold his hand, and you didn't miss the bloody petals that are coming out of his lips every night.

You're not feeling anything, but you're bothered with the increase of the blood that's coming out from him. He becomes thinner and paler because of his anemic episodes. He's dying, What can you do to help him?

"Love him."

You blinked when Shoko told you the answer of your questions.

"But I can't—"

"I know." Shoko grimaced on your answer. "But please try to do so. I checked up on his lungs, the flower is already so big, it's a miracle he's not dead by now."

That brought a frown on your face. You don't want him to die. No. Not after everything he have done for you, you wanted to stay longer with him even if you're living with hollow heart.

You think you feel guilty when you saw him getting sicker everyday. He keeps loving you with all of his heart even if it brings him one step closer to death.

You wished you could love him back, you really do. You're trying your hardest to feel how to love him like you used to. But it was all useless, the void in your heart is permanent.

Please try to do so.

When the night falls, your steps bring you to Satoru's room. You watched him kneeling on the floor, drenched in cold sweat. Blood pooling on the floor with sickening sweet smell of flower.

He turned to see you.

"Y/N..." His eyes glows softly at the sight of you coming closer to his. He lets out a more violent coughing fit not long after, you quickly helped him pulling out a whole flower from his throat before he collapsed to your shoulder. His breath is heavy and ragged.

Your hand is gentle on him, like a light rain on a hot day. You wiped his sweat from his forehead and cradle his face so you can plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Y/N..." He called you in confusion.

"It's okay now." You said to him. "You're going to be okay." You lightly kissed his bloody lips and it took him by surprise.

"I love you, Satoru."

The tender look on your dull eyes made the pounding in his heart became even harder, but not painful at all. Your warmth enveloped his cold body like a soothing blanket and your sweet smile just took over his pain and grief.

"I love you so much." You watched his smile blooms on your words. Beautiful, like a sunshine.

It's okay if I can't feel that intense love for you like I used to. I'll stay beside you until you're bored with me.

Because I always know that I love You.

Waahhh it's finally done!!! I hope you understand what I mean here, like you're unable to feel love for him but you know you love him so much? It's more like you're reminiscing on your past feeling and used that memory to love him in the present. If that makes sense. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this one because I legit crying while writing this.

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#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #gojo satoru angst

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lala1267 · 8 months

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~~Summer Bliss~~

A short little thing that I wrote last minute.

Elvis Presley x reader

Inspired by Bel Air - Lana Del Rey

You were beautiful. He was heavenly. his touch, his radiance, so lovely. Elvis, he was. His jet black hair and his diamonds and pearls that he showered you with.

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In a field of golden wheat, orbs floating in the warm sunrays. His hands gift-wrapped around your waist. His icey blue eyes look down at yours. The feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, making your heart beat at a faster rate. Daysies in your hair, diamonds in your eyes. His sweet whisper lingering throughout your ear canal.

"I love you, I won't ever stop loving you."

Elvis whispered. His southern drawl snapping something inside of you. The gateway to your heart wide open. The sharp thorns that once wrapped around your stone grey heart, untangling, unwrapping. Waiting for Elvis' heart to shine a light into yours. It feels like a dream, so surreal yet so real, like steel.

"I love you too, so much."

You stated, softly and tactfully. Love and admiration in between your heartfelt words. Your eyes shifted to the sun ahead of you. The once baby blue sky was now a yellow, heavenly orange. It's almost like something out of a Disney movie. Pink, yellow, blue butterfly's fluttering around the two of you. The long wheat that the two of you stand on, bending backwards as your feet situated themselves on them. The corners of Elvis' lips turned up to form a smile, a smile that reflects his love and passion for you. His girl.

His large hands holding you tighter, the feeling of his cool rings rubbing against your angel white dress, the coolness making it to your young skin. All so beautiful, all so angelic.

You feel his warm breath against your neck, your neck that has his name tattooed on it in small attalics. It's small enough to still look modest, but big enough to show that you are his girl.

The sun shining down on the both of you. Birds singing in the sky, a single plane flighing high, making your eyes look towards the bright light. Squinting as the sun fights its way through to your pupil, your eyelashes shielding your precious eyes.

"I ain't ever gonna stop loving you. I could say this a million times and it still wouldn't be enough."

He said softly before placing a candy sweet kiss against the soft skin of your neck. His nose inhaling your sweet scent.

The green trees are a shade of orange in the evening sun, swaying side to side in the summer breeze.

His touch sending electronic shock waves through your veins. His poeticly pleasing words make you feel a pain in your heart, a good pain. A pain that is to die for.

The Rock n' Roll super star, kissing you lovingly and looking at you longingly. His eyes and drunken love feel like summer whine, so divine.

Your bambi eyes and his alluring gaze met. His grin looked at you, and so did his eyes. As if you are his jet to freedom. Freedom from his corrupted fame. The world he lived in, coated with diamonds and jewels. But underneath hid a dark, twisted way of life that only the rich could explain.

"Don't leave me, baby."

He said. His words are still full of love but topped up with worry and sorrow. As if he was scared, scared to be left alone in the dark. The darkness of his world. His eyes downturning, looking at you like a sad puppy. You dig deep into your bright soul to find the most honest words you can.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you. Never in a million years."

You whispered. A smile forming on your plush lips as the gleam in your eyes send hope into his. His gaze softening. He nuzzles his face into your neck, holding you tight, with all his might and fight to keep you in his life.

The sun setting and the stars awakening. The fun ending but the love ongoing.

Roses, Bel Air, take me there.

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drakeanddice · 5 months

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Things that have happened in my Mausritter game

Liberated a cheese-making town in an old tractor tire from the depredations of city rats

Made friends with the weird swamp-mice and their "Speaker-To-Ghosts"

Extinguished the charlatan/wizard mouse's fireworks-laden caravan, paid in fortune telling (ominous)

Negotiated a truce between the strange snake-mouse sorcerer king and the Queen of the Eternal Colony (Ants with supersoldier serum)

Convinced the sorcerer king to give the Rootkin (molerat people) back their eyes.

Retrieved the thighbone of St. Iseult from the haunted depths of the Deeproot Barrow

Enacted the ritual to banish the Ghost Owl from the swamps for a generation

Adopted a hayseed from the cheese-making town in the old tractor tire; taught him about danger, bravery, growing up, and how to play the horn.

Discovered the mad-scientist crows using AutoMice (weird-science cyborg mice) to build a machine of questionable motives and dubious use.

Befriended an aged orb weaver named Gladys

Encountered a cult of cockroach people, quickly impersonated messengers of their god.

Fomented a power-struggle among the cult of cockroach people, and in the confusion stole their whole altar (the beltknife which will animate the scarecrow in the wheat field--long story)

Things I had planned

Rats

There should be a cheese shortage

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg stuff #ttrpg #mausritter #OSR

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tarotwithlove · 2 years

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pick a card: pick a van gogh painting

.｡*♡ messages for you; what do you need to hear right now?

group 1 : enclosed field with ploughman, 1889 / group 2 : stairway at auvers, 1890 / group 3 : oleanders, 1888

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

personal readings are open! look at my pinned post, carrd or dm for more information.

feedback, constructive criticism, requests and tips are appreciated, pp cupidfemme

IMPORTANT NUMBERS: 707 · 404 · 555 · 5555

1. ENCLOSED FIELD WITH PLOUGHMAN, 1889

“many of wheat field theme paintings van gogh made during this time period are similar and all include the huge glowing orb of the sun, which he had come to view with a religious symbolism. the overall yellow tonality of this picture, bar the strip of mountains and wheat field, makes the peasant toiling in the field almost a part of the field itself, and similarly the lines of the figure match the fluid curves of the bending wheat field.”

channeled song: good night by nct

“i'll hold you in my arms and comfort you, good night, my love” • “it's okay, the pain is temporary” • “don't be in pain i'll be with you, don't even worry in your dreams because i'm here”

cards pulled: knight of swords (reversed), death (reversed), nine of wands

hey there, group one ♡ right now things may not be going very well for you, are they? you're filled with energy and motivation but, with nowhere to direct it and just wanting to put it somewhere, anywhere, so that it does not feel like it's all going to waste, you may be acting far too rashly. you may be feeling overwhelmed because it seems that everything you do fails despite your effort and passion.

there is change waiting for you, but you are so overwhelmed and stuck on past mindsets and patterns of behaviour that you aren't allowing them into your life.

opportunities are being granted to you that you do not accept out of fear. you have worked so hard and put in so much effort and overcome so much, and you must know that you are deserving of these opportunities. you might be looking back with regrets, wondering what would have happened if you had said “yes” instead of “no” but this does not serve you. look forward instead and do not give up, even if you feel like now is the time to do so. you are incredibly held and supported by not only god and spirit but those who love you, even if it may seem as if there are only people who do not. every obstacle, every hardship, is truly only making you stronger and shaping you into the universe's best version of you.

know that you are completely capable, that your efforts will not go to waste, and that it is okay to slow down. actually, you are being begged to slow down, even for a moment; to take some time to rest in order to strengthen yourself for this final hurdle before you meet your achievements.

2. STAIRWAY AT AUVERS, 1890

“in one of his final letters, van gogh described auvers as “of a grave beauty, the real countryside, characteristic and picturesque.””

channeled song: winterlude '17 – simon dominic

cards pulled: four of pentacles, eight of cups, four of swords

hey there, group two ♡ the message that i have for you is that, right now, you are being asked to re-examine your relationship with money and what is it being affected by. this relationship with money may be such that it is greatly restricting you from enjoying your life, and may be seeing you fall into one of two extremes: either saving and stockpiling out of fear of poverty or financial hardship, or spending too much, only finding pleasure in the material, and not saving enough, so that when you do need money you may not have any.

while, for one, it is important to save and invest, this process should not occur at the expense of your happiness and freedom. money is meant to flow to and through you to others; it is a tool meant to give you the life that you deserve, and has come to you through very hard work and should, thus, serve it's purpose in serving you. whether you are saving too much or spending too much, while you must honour and respect money, you must not place all your value on your wealth and material possessions. your relationship with money may be strongly affected by something in your life that from which you may be thinking of walking away. something that is deeply exhausting you. you may be wondering what would happen if you walk away, and what spirit wants you to know, is that, if you choose to do so, you will be much happier. walking away and taking some time to rest, to introspect and confront certain fears instead of pretending or ignoring them in the hopes that they disappear, will greatly help you with these issues. it may be the right moment to, for instance, look at yourself and ask yourself, how much is viewing yourself through your material wealth affecting the genuine happiness in your life?

now is not the time to overexert yourself, for financial gain most of all. it is the time to gather your strength and rest from how much you have exhausted yourself in attempting to attain the material unattainable. give your mind and body the break it needs in order to approach the new perspective on life and these issues that awaits you. because a new perspective does await you, and healing too, you just need to embrace the fear of confronting yourself first.

3. OLEANDERS, 1888

“for van gogh, oleanders were joyous, life-affirming flowers that bloomed "inexhaustibly" and were always "putting out strong new shoots."”

channeled song: “break my soul” by beyoncé

“and i'm on that new vibration i'm buildin' my own foundation · got motivation (motivation), i done found me a new foundation, yeah (new foundation), i'm takin' my new salvation (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, new salvation)”

cards pulled: eight of swords, page of cups, seven of swords

hey there, group three ♡ i am seeing a lot of anxiety in your current situation. you may be feeling restricted, trapped and limited in your options; in this oppressive situation, be it physical or mental, in which you may not feel safe and protected and from which you can see no way out. you want to escape and find freedom and a new lease on life but you do not know how.

what may be difficult to hear, especially if you have been waiting and hoping for someone to come into your life and save you, is that the ability to save yourself lies within you. you and no one else. so many of these restrictions are self-imposed and motivated by the self-limiting mindset that you have adopted in the face of stress. this overthinking does not serve you. what will serve you right now is to confront this difficult situation or what is worrying you instead of ignoring it and hoping that it magically disappears, or that, somehow, you are magically saved from it.

you may be looking at your current situation and feeling drained of inspiration and motivation. you may have had a dream that has not yet been realised and that you have come to believe will never be realised. but do not give up. approach the dream differently if you must, but persist, because everything is possible right now for you. yes it might take freeing yourself from your current situation or mindset first, but do not let that demotivate you. you have endless potential to free yourself and achieve your dreams and your guides are looking after you as you go through all of this.

#tarot community #pick a pile #pick a card #tarot reading #tarot #witchblr #tarotblr #tarot blog #witch of color #first attempt at a pac 😵#said cain #spirituality #spiritualism #**

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things-that-are-weezer-blue · 3 months

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Does the Wheat Orb is Weezer blue

Can't really tell, too movement. I think so?

#weezer blue #weezer sightings incident report

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victoriablyth · 2 months

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pov: you're tom blyth

word count: 1198 letting everyone know this was a small thing i wrote for my english tutor! the prompt was to write about switching bodies with someone and how it would affect you and i decided to write about being in tom blyths body. but theres a twist. this pov is from someone who has NO IDEA about tbosas. i hope you enjoy this!! this is just a goofy thing i wrote <33 warning: its a lil bit cringy...kinda idk JUST READ IT. lmk if you want part two (might have spelling errors n shit sorry!!) Sunlight met my closed eyes. I could feel the warmth of the dim beam that crawled it ways out of the blinds. I slowly rised from the quilt that wrapped around my body all night. My eyes were still drowsy, still forcing my eyelids to shut, as I stretched. I clambered out of bed, still feeling lethargic. I rubbed my eyes, my hands more coarser than before. The shape of my face felt weird, it didn’t feel like it was my face. As I fully opened my eyes, I look down to my hands. Long and pale, clearly weren’t the complexion it should be. The nails weren’t painted mars black like before. I put my hands to my cold cheeks. I could feel a short stubble growing. ‘What the hell?’ I mutter to myself. I then I realise something else. This wasn’t my room. I started walking toward a small door that likely led to a bathroom. I was right. When I turned on the heat bulb, the amount of luminosity blinded me for a second. But after my eyes adjusted to the lighting, the first thing I saw was my reflection. Or, it was the body I lived in. I was my celebrity crush, Tom Blyth. My piercing blue orbs widened in bewilderment. I stumbled back and I bumped into the glass door that led to the shower. I slapped myself so I could wake up, I thought it was a bad dream. But the burning sensation that was left after the slap felt real. It felt like I experienced the slapping in real time, not in a dream. Why is this happening to me? I pondered, as I gazed back at the body I was now using as a vessel for my soul. ‘Tom?’ A young female vocalized from outside. I didn't realize that she called out to me until she faintly knocked on the door. I scrambled quickly out of the bathroom and opened the door. As I swung open the dainty white door, I saw one of my most favorite actresses of all time. ‘RACHEL???’ I exclaim, my eyes tried not to tear up as I absorbed her angelic presence. ‘Hi…Tom…’ She said, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I forgot I was now Tom Blyth. ‘Did you forget to set your alarm to 4am again? We have to shoot scenes.’ Rachel continued, her tone serious. I nodded aggressively, and Rachel looked as if she witnessed a UFO fly over a wheat field. ‘Are you ok Tom?’ Rachel muttered. ‘Uhhh- nah I’m all good!’ I said, with a sheepish smile. Her eyes glare in dread as I showcased my pearly whites in an uncanny manner. I exited the caravan, and hopped in whatever direction that felt right. It was of course the opposite direction of where we set up for the shooting.

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“TOM!” Francis scowled. I twisted my head towards Francis, the director of the movie I'm in, The Ballad of The Songbirds and Snakes. My lips curled in irritation, my annoyance now at the highest level it could possibly be. Before I thought about what I was about to say, the words spewed out like a volcano that vomited lava. `I AM NOT TOM OH MY DAYS BRO!’ I blurt out, my eyebrows knitted tightly in vexation. The whole room went silent. I was gagged, I once again realized that I am not in my own body, I am in Tom Blyths. “Uhm, well, I mean uhhh…what’s good France?” I said, doing that awkward grin I was doing the whole day. “Please don’t call me France.” Francis said, his tone flooded with disappointment. “It’s your scene, Tom,” he continued. He awkwardly waddled off to his director's chair. Everyone gives me the same look of concern that I have been receiving for the past two hours. I slowly struted towards my scene partner, I tried to look confident. Josh Andres, my scene partner, awkwardly smiled at me. As I stood in front of the camera, he put his hand on my shoulder. “Tom, are you good?”. I look at Josh, with a stringy smile embroidered on my face. “I’m all good, I’m fine. No need to worry.” I responded. Josh looked at me confused, but then the lights were set. Cameras started rolled. A loud ‘ACTION!’ was heard from the producer. We’re filming already?! I whispered to myself. I didn’t read or scan through the script, and I didn’t even know much about my role other than his name being Cornelius or something. “Coriolanus!’ Josh said, his face now in bewilderment. I stood awkwardly as I stared into his deep brown eyes which were now filled with desperation. He wanted me to say something. “Yes sir, I am Coral Anus” I say, trying to sound as sane as possible. Obviously, my improv did not go well. “CUT!” Francis said. Josh’s face twisted into distress. “Tom, we have been practicing this script for months, and you reply to my line with CORAL ANUS?” He splurts. “Yeah isn’t that my character?” I say, still smiling. “NO! YOUR PLAY CORIOLANUS!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” He continues. His face now in fear, as if saw his bestfriend die right infront of his eyes. “Ok, Tom, please tell me you are joking.” Francis exclaimed. Francis then adverted his gaze towards the crew. “Somebody pass Tom the script, he’s forgotten the lines.” … As the cloudy night sky loomed over us, so did frustration. Josh shoved the muffin into his mouth. The curls that had once been done with the most finest moose, were now frizzy and tangled. Rachel sat motionless, staring outside the window. The air felt silent in small caravan. All the crew members were asleep, and it was just us three awake. I stretch my arms out, the fabric of my baggy pajamas letting me move freely.

“97 takes…” Josh said. His eyes had bags, dropping down while his eyebrows looked like they were magnets trying to connect. “97 GOD DAMN TAKES JUST TO FILM A SMALL INTERACTION BETWEEN ME AND HIM!!” He exclaimed, scrunching the muffin wrapper that laid in his huge palms. Rachel looked at me like she had just seen a deer in front of her headlights. “Are you really Tom? What’s going on?” Rachel spoke, as she bit through her apple. I couldn't detect whether she was being sarcastic or not. “Well..my pet-” I looked back down into Tom’s phone, scrolling through his photos, until I see a parrot. Me, or Tom was holding the green parakeet with a huge smile. “My parrot died.” I mutter, as I tried to conceive fake tears in my eyes.

I shove the picture in Josh’s face, covering my eyes and making crying noises.”Tom, that is my parrot you’re holding. Remember when you came to my house? You held Barnaby?” Josh responded, as his irritation turned into fear. I stared back, the room now felt awkward with the pin drop silence. “Cig break guys!” I exclaim, and I slowly slither out of the room. “TOM YOU DON’T SMOKE!”

The first four hours of being in his body has certainly been a terrifying experience for everyone.

#tom blyth #tbosas #rachel zegler #josh andres rivera #fanfic #writers on tumblr #fanfic funny

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the-chosen-system · 1 year

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okay so here’s what i know about portal via my mutuals on tumblr

- there’s a lady named Chell and her wife is an evil robot??? named Gladys or soemthign

- there are orbs

- two of the orbs (wheat and gravy) are in love???

#portal #portal 2 #gradley

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simshousewindsor · 2 months

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CORONATION PART 3: THE CROWNING

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty has arrived at the abbey!

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty waves to the crowd before going into the annex. She will wait there awhile but the Prince consort will go ahead to begin his procession. We will go within to the splendid scene which there awaits her.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Archbishop has made his way around the abbey to greet the Prince consort while Her Majesty's Maids of Honor, and the Peers of the Realm, descend from the upper chambers.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's Maids of Honor make their way outside and gather her robe before entering the annex.

- - - - - ROYAL CROWN - - - - -

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The choirs position was a huge planning discussion, with committee insiders believing they should have been moved to the upper chambers.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Really?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Coronation Committee wanted to use the choirs space to seat dignitary.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: I think the choir looks lovely! Better than stuffy dignitary!

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: I agree! The Prince consort makes his way past the choir, flanked by the Admiral of the Fleet.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Making his way down the naive, the Prince consort follows his coronation jewels.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Sword of State leads the jeweled procession, followed by the Coronation rings dating back to 1841, and the Prince Rainier Crown.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The palace announced @normalsiim as the creator of the Prince's crown, ending weeks of speculation as to what the first Prince consort of Windenburg would wear to be crowned.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: As the Prince consort moves down the abbey, the choir begin their lovely anthem, there comes into sight all the splendors of the great officers in their robes.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Following His Royal Highness, The Sovereign's scepter and Sovereign's orb lead St. Leo's Crown, and The Imperial State Crown of the Queen.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Her Majesty's purple robe of estate can be seen in its full splendor. Made of silk, it's embroidered with wheat ears and olive branches taking 3,500 hours to make.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's train is carried by her six Maids of Honor, and is said to weigh 6lbs!

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: As Her Majesty approaches, the choir begin a new anthem of "Regina, Regina! Katherine!"

Choir: 🎶Regina, Regina! Katherine! Regina, Regina! Katherine!🎶

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Throne Chairs, which are used during the Enthroning and the Homage, were originally made for the Coronation of King George I and Queen Rowena in 1992.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Sitting across the enthroning chairs are the heads of the five noble families of Windenburg.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Rt. Hon. Lord Birch will move to sit with the other members of parliament, shortly before the homages, as he is also the Minister of Treasury.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The bishops have now placed each of the jewels on the altar as the Prince consort and Queen move closer to their Chairs of Estate.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Sitting across from the royal family are the Windenburg parliamentary leaders of state (R to L), the Prime Minister, Minister of Defense, Minister of the Interior, Minister of State, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and the Minister of Heath.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The Royal Family, sitting opposite, watch as Her Majesty passes. Seated in the second row are The Prince of Brindleton Bay and Princess Grace, who were escorted in through the side entrance along with the Queen Mother.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's Maids of Honor attend to her every need, as she makes her way to be crowned.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Are they taking off her robe?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Yes. Her Majesty will be changing into another garment during the service.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The Archbishop is speaking. The coronation ceremony is beginning!

- - - - - THE CEREMONY - - - - -

Archbishop of Calgary: Sirs, I here present unto you Queen Katherine, your undoubted Queen.

Archbishop of Calgary: "Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service. Are you willing to do the same?

Congregation: "All Hail Queen Katherine."

Archbishop of Calgary: "Madam, is Your Majesty willing to take the oath?"

Queen Katherine: I am willing.

Archbishop of Calgary: "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the sims of the United Kingdom of Windenburg, and Brindleton Bay and of your possession and the other territory to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to there respective laws and customs?"

Queen Katherine: I solemnly promise so to do.

Archbishop of Calgary: Will you, to your power, cause law and justice in mercy to be executed in all your judgments?

Queen Katherine: "I will."

Archbishop of Calgary: Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain the laws of God and the true profession of the gospel? Will you, in the United Kingdom, maintain the protestant reform religion established by law? Will you maintain, and preserve, the settlement of the Church of Windenburg, the doctrine thereof established in Windenburg, and will you preserve unto the Bishops, clergy and churches of Windenburg all such rights and privileges?

Queen Katherine: "All this I promise to do."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Queen, escorted as ancient tradition demands, goes to the altar. There, she reaffirms her oath, saying "The things which I have here promised, I will perform and keep, so help me God."

Shon Gableton [SNN]: What did Her Majesty's Maids of Honor just put on her?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: A lovely supertunica, a shimmering cloth of gold lined with crimson silk.

Queen Katherine: "The things which I have here promised, I will perform and keep, so help me God."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "Her Majesty now signs the parchment copy of the oath; this being her only written contract with her sims, before moving to the Coronation Chair for the most sacred part of the ceremony - the anointing. Normally, never seen, we shall hear the words of The Archbishop."

Archbishop of Calgary: "Be thy hand anointed with holy oil. Be thy breast anointed with holy oil. Be thy head anointed with holy oil. As kings and priests and prophets were anointed, and as Lester was anointed King by Samuel the priest so be thou anointed, blessed and consecrated Queen over the people whom the Lord thy God have given thee to rule and govern. In the name of the Father, the son and the Holy Ghost. Amen."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: With the canopy removed, The Queen is now ready to receive the regalia, the emblems of majesty.

(The Archbishop crowns Queen Katherine)

All: "All hail the Queen! All hail the Queen! All hail the Queen!"

(Trumpets blare)

Archbishop of Calgary: "God crown you with a crown of glory and righteousness, the heavy a right faith, and many-fold fruit of good work you may obtain a crown of an everlasting kingdom by the gift of Him whose kingdom endureth forever.

All: "Amen."

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