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zi-ve · 1 year
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developed a crush on a boy who went home before i could talk to him. my heart is shattered in pieces
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maybelacrimosa · 2 years
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My best friend never liked frilly dresses, she would never take her tea with sugar and she always spoke her mind. That was what I liked about her, she was brutally honest and she rarely cared what anyone else in the household thought of it, she was one of the very few people in that place that I actually enjoyed having conversations with. When she fell ill, I was incredibly worried for her...It seemed as if I was the only one. They were quite hesitant to call for a proper doctor, so I took it upon myself to seek out the herbs and plants that would make her healthy again. I worked myself to exhaustion, but in the end she recovered...I was overjoyed! Then...I realised there was something off about her now, I’d brought her a sour apple tart as a gift and she spat it out after one bite, requesting something sweeter instead. I didn’t think much of it at first, but more changes became apparent as she recovered...She was cheerier than before, her tongue had lost its edge. She carried herself with an air of gentle sweetness that made me want to vomit. Then she developed a talent for cooking overnight, she started to ply people with sweets and cheerfully voiced her desire to open a confectioners of all things! The carnivorous plants that she had tended to before, withered and died on her windowsill. I thought maybe this was a charade or some trick she was playing on me, but in fact...It was as if I no longer existed in her world. When she looked at me...It was as if she were staring at some foul thing she’d scraped off her shoe. When we did talk, it was like she was being forced to do it...It was so obvious her smiles were fake. I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong...Then one day I overheard her talking to someone,
“Why did original Adorabella have him as a minion? He was my least favourite character in the game!”
And then it all made sense, she wasn’t my friend. She was something else, something that had taken my best friends place! I tried to tell people, but no one listened...They thought I was being spiteful now that she was popular. I realised then...I was the only one in the town who missed my friend, even her family preferred the new Dora, glad the illegitimate child was finally acting like a ‘true nobles daughter’. Everyone loved the new Dora, they loved her sweets and they admired her ability to woo over even the coldest nobles. I was completely alone and nobody cared.
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oh-katsuki · 2 years
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PLEASE SHARE WITH THE CLASS :D
YOU SENT THIS TO ME SO FAST LMFAOOOO BUT OKAY SINCE I GOT EXCITED
so reader has liked osamu for all of college and they’ve always had something going on. they’re not dating, nor have they hooked up, but it’s similar to a situationship in which neither of them have made a move yet. but it’s pretty accepted that that’s where reader and osamu’s relationship is heading. it just makes sense.
osamu is nice. he gives reader butterflies and treats them the way a true gentleman would. he’s not pushy, but he’s somewhat affectionate and reader is pretty confident in the fact that if things keep going like this, it will work out.
the only problem is that reader can’t stand osamu’s star volleyball playing twin brother atsumu. they can’t stand him. he’s arrogant, pompous, always in the way, and generally comes across as if he has very little respect for the people are him. but hey, he does have his charm points. he’s got a nice smile, though reader would argue that his smile is the same as osamu’s and THAT’S why it’s so charming.
anyway, things start to come to a head between reader and osamu and their friend group goes out drinking one night. reader has a bit more than they should, as does osamu (because it IS osamu they’re dancing with like this… right?) and things begin to take a turn from the platonic into the sexual.
all of this to say, reader wakes up the next morning thinking that they fucked osamu, but it’s not osamu’s room they wake up in. it’s atsumu’s.
hyjinks ensue.
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tumblestonesa · 1 year
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Faller Elaine but MewTwo’s a real one and protects her memories
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blueish-bird · 3 months
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In the narrow hours of the night I will wake to a downpour; through the window see your trashcans shining. I will swaddle myself in your warmest jacket, put on my big rain boots. I will brave this storm for you.
And when I am cold and wet and beyond porch light's reach, trashcans in tow, I will watch the world past your driveway. I will love the way dark turns form to silhouette, how the sound of my steps drown beneath the rain's big hush. I will want to leave you and your trashcans. To wander the earth as all lost things do.
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tmos-time · 3 months
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ive drawn this exact premise like 5 times. i can never remember actually posting any lmao
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semisolidmind · 2 months
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Wait a minute, so how does your dogday hunt/eat? Like, does he have teeth at all?
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idk man, how do any of the toys in poppy playtime eat? how do their digestive systems work? how does stuff get absorbed into their bodies? does it pass through? if they're capable of eating and apparently starving, how have they lasted as long as they have without food?
i don't know how to answer most of these. they eat, and they can starve. im sure the game, like a lot of sci-fi, won't actually explain any of the science to us. so i don't know how to explain how something without teeth or any visible gullet can eat anything.
however, i can explain how dogday (at least the survivor version who never lost his legs) would go about hunting. he's got speed, stealth, and strength from surviving in the factory for so long; and he's got an axe from y/n's barn.
if what y/n makes isn't enough and he's feeling like killing something, off into the woods he'll go.
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veryintricaterituals · 6 months
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Oh yes of course, the very first instance of that's his boss, and you know what: it really WAS his boss 😪
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alagaesia-headcanons · 5 months
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I've Had A Thought. I was thinking about the scene where Eragon is reminiscing over Brom's message to him as his father, and how Eragon is confounded and troubled that he in no way mentioned Murtagh. I found it a little sad that, for whatever reason, Brom decided Murtagh didn't bear mentioning. Then it crossed my mind to consider the possibility that Brom didn't know about Murtagh at all.
As it turns out, Eragon actually does think about it in that scene- he says, "He must have known about Murtagh. He couldn't not have." And admittedly I don't think this is the most likely scenario or that it's now my personal interpretation of canon, but the idea really has captivated me. Because it actually does fit within the facts! (the new book notwithstanding)
Brom was a gardener at Morzan's estate for three years, and while it's probably more likely that he learned about Murtagh in that time, I think it's certainly feasible for him to never know. Morzan was very determined to keep him hidden and took a lot of precautions to ensure just that. Oromis said Morzan forced all his servants to swear fealty and Brom found a flaw in his wards to infiltrate, and possibly he was able to do so because a job as a gardener didn't require such strict oaths because it wasn't in proximity to Murtagh.
Again, it may not be the most likely, but I can absolutely believe Selena might not have told him either. She also would have been aware of the serious danger Murtagh was in and would've wanted him to stay hidden. Even after Brom told her who he was and she started working with the Varden, she might have kept it secret. For one, Brom's hatred of Morzan is described as extreme and all consuming, and that it never waned with time. Even if she came to believe that Brom wouldn't harm Murtagh, she might not have trusted he could look at him kindly. And of course, telling him about her child with Morzan also risked damaging their relationship considering that they were lovers. Then there's the possibility that Selena did build all this necessary trust to tell Brom about Murtagh if he wasn't aware of him already, but it was too late for her to discuss it with him before she died. So I think it is conceivable that Brom actually never knew about Murtagh's existence.
Where this concept really shines is in an AU where Brom survives after Murtagh saves them from the Ra'zac. I've always liked these, and I sometimes toy with my own, but there's so many ways Brom could react and I've never been able to settle on one well enough to get invested in it. But I find this SUCH a fascinating take on it (especially if you wave off the detail that Murtagh's voice sounds ~exactly like~ Morzan's, which I tend to do). Brom recovers and meets their rescuer, and he has no idea he's looking at Morzan and Selena's son. Murtagh seems terribly familiar, but Brom has been relentlessly haunted by his past for so long now that he doesn't put much stock in the perceived similarities. Meanwhile, Murtagh realizes that Brom truly does not know that he's the son of the man he murdered, a precarious but welcome relief. Because he doesn't know- up until Murtagh's confession in the valley.
Brom is stunned by disbelief. It can't be true, Morzan had no children, because surely he would know, surely-! But another thought dawns on him, drowning out the memories of Morzan, because who could have been the mother of his child other than his wife: Selena? And Murtagh is looking at him with fear, fear that he'll turn on him because he shares the blood of the man Brom hated most. It's heart wrenching, because even as part of his mind tells him that maybe he should scorn him, Brom is looking at this man who single handedly saved him from the brink of death and saved Eragon and Saphira from far worse at the hands of Galbatorix, and who has given them extraordinary devotion ever since.
In his core, he accepts the truth of Murtagh's claim as he explains his past and recounts the story of his parents exactly how Brom knows it to be. The paradigm shift sends him reeling. Murtagh believes Brom is affected only because of his past with Morzan; he has no way of knowing what he felt for Selena. He still glances at him nervously, especially as he admits that he briefly intended to serve Galbatorix, yet then there's also a spark of trust and gratitude- maybe even hope- in his eyes when Brom doesn't rescind the way he vouched for him when they were stopped inside the gates. How could he? Murtagh has accomplished one thing neither Morzan nor Selena ever did: escape.
Despite everything, his aching heart feels something fiercely like pride. He would not dare ruin that for him.
Then to further prove the truth, like the world is laughing at his years of ignorance, Ajihad recognizes him, because after Murtagh was brought to Uru'baen, the Varden's spies informed him of Morzan's son. But of course, that was after Brom cut himself off and started living in Carvahall, so he never learned of that discovery. "Morzan's son" is said over and over, but in Brom's mind, that idea is far eclipsed by Selena's son. He's hurt and ashamed to realize he never knew something so significant about the woman he loved. And he feels guilty that Murtagh struggled for so long in Uru'baen because no one was there to save him when he was left helplessly alone. Brom must have been so close to him when he arrived right after Selena's death, but he just didn't know.
Brom is utterly at a loss. How can he process Murtagh- the child of Selena and Morzan, Eragon's half brother, and in a certain sense, his own stepson? What can he do now? He was already so terrified of telling Eragon the truth of being his father, and now he has another staggering revelation to inflict on Eragon and Murtagh both. The prospect feels terrifyingly impossible, but keeping his secrets has grown even more painful. Watching how easily and how well Eragon and Murtagh get along is now bitterly ironic. Even without knowing it, Murtagh is a great older brother, waiting vigilantly near his side after the battle. The injury Durza inflicted scared Brom in a way he can't put into words; he simply could not bear to lose Eragon. How could he risk that happening without telling Eragon how much he loves him and values him as his son? But telling him truth could be the quickest way to lose him. And now, with Murtagh, he has more to lose than he ever realized.
-And because Murtagh deserves it, I like all these changes resulting in the Twins never getting the chance to kidnap him, and so Brom has to figure out how to make the three of them into a family <3
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himawanai · 3 months
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happy play Heaven for Death monday
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moeblob · 2 months
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anyway here's art I won't delete c:
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hlkproductions · 2 months
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i have a chemical imbalance and drawing them is the only cure u_u
bonus w a better miguel hand that i never bothered to swap in
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puppyeared · 4 months
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Been LOVING your lil magician folks recently please continue they're beautiful and very cute and cool and also very well-designed!! 🥺❤️
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thank you for the kind words !!! im not much of a writer, but i do have some sort of story in mind for them.. theyre bitter rivals who end up as roommates bc of their scatterbrained elderly landlord lol
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moony-phases · 20 hours
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hello i come to offer some happy postcanon lance
inspired by @kayyamden 's sketch!!
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confirmedgoblin · 1 year
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if you ignore uwma or skipped it (how dare you) ‘between us’ literally being a show that has reincarnated soulmates with past-life trauma as a SIDE COUPLE that the main couple are friends with without knowing that’s what going on with them is absolutely hilarious
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oceanssapart · 1 year
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A mother who loves her child with all her self is only so far from the hatchet anyway; one casual swing and it’s done. Hatred, love, all muddled up in the space inside a whisper, when the words don’t matter anymore, when the baby’s half asleep and you can carry it all the way there if you want, on nothing but the tone of your voice. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. Sing it as softly as you like—the words clench their own teeth. The child still falls.
Idaho by Emily Ruskovich
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