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miwachan2 · 10 months
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right now, i only got like- 10 sentences asfghdsgfhjdsgfhdf
Vampiric Equinox Chapter 1
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creepyscritches · 2 months
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Getting an adulthood diagnosis for something that's been present since early childhood is sooooo fucking 👁️👁️ there's catharsis sure yeah but the struggle comes from trying to forgive your child self for failures you weren't really having.
Anyway shout out to my autoimmune girlies. Who else got shamed for early childhood cavities and expensive adolescent surgeries only to find out as an adult you are full of mouth-ruining antibodies lol. Girlies who else is unpacking their "chronic illness bad teeth = shameful moral failing" buuuullshit? Anyway I'm still trying to save $16,000 to fix fucked teeth I thought I brought on myself, but only discovered in 2023 were due to medical study candidate levels of sjogrens antibodies and severely medically mismanaged sle 🤪
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red-hemlock · 3 months
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|| Theme Songs for Your Muse. ||
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Standard Theme: Psyche (Flash Treatment) - Massive Attack
Battle Theme: She Moves Like a Knife - Perturbator
Boss Battle Theme: Sleepless Fever - Sea Oleena
Emotion Theme: Torn in Two Directions - Waterstrider
Bonus Singing Voice: Dh’èirich mi moch madainn cheòthar (I arose early on a misty morning) - Julie Fowlis
Bonus Lyric Theme: Bleed for Me - Digital Daggers
You won't taste the poison Hidden in my kiss You won't face the darkness So I'll just walk right in You can't outrun the wicked I'll keep you standing still You refuse to be the hunted But I'm out for the kill So I creep To watch you bleed for me So I creep To watch you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me
Tagged by: (I actually forgot who I stole this from whoops. Dx;;;;) Tagging: @corvidamned, @frostise, @cxpperhead, @bluefeathrs, @sanguine-salvation, @question-marked, @cxpedcrusxder, @ghosts-of-gotham (For Nora!), @mute-call, @the-rorschach-mask, @king-crane, @behindslaughter, @ofwealthandtaste, @twcfaces, @ofdeomnes
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luimagines · 2 years
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He Flusters You Part 2
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Masterlist 
Part 1
Part two will include Warrior, Four and Wild.
Content under the cut!
Warrior
It was a normal day. The sun was bright, the boys were loud and you had managed to find a nice corner where you could watch all the chaos unfold while not being a part of it.
You were trying to get all your snacks out while you saw Twilight attempt to wrestle Wild into what you would only be able to call submission. It was interesting, seeing all the ways Wild tried to play dirty and gain the upper hand.
He was still losing.
You laughed and snorted and chortled and it was nice.
And then Warrior blocked your vision. “Having fun?”
You looked up at him, ignoring how the sun bounced off of his hair in just the perfect way. You coughed and looked away. You calmed yourself down. “Yeah, they’re funny. And it’s a beautiful day.”
Warrior sits next to you and hums. “Are you waiting for Wild to win?”
“It’s never going to happen.” You snicker before remembering yourself. “It’s just that he would need to-”
“You have a nice laugh.” Warrior says suddenly.
Your teeth click with the speed you closed your mouth. “Aha- Well... you see...”
“I like it.” Warrior looks back to the group. “You don’t laugh very often.”
You blush spreads across your face and you can’t bare to even see his figure in your peripheral vision. Next thing you know your hands are on your face and you head is in between your knees. Your shame was great.
“What?” Warrior says, like his words aren’t going to play through your head for the rest of the week. “What’s wrong are you hurt?”
Something pokes your side and you bite your lip in an attempt to keep the damming sound from leaving your mouth. “Ye-yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it... I got... dizzy. Yeah dizzy. It’ll go away soon, I’m sure.”
Warrior is not convinced. “That’s... not good or normal. Let me see.”
“N-no.” You move away.
He pokes your side again.
The sound nearly leaves you.
Warrior pauses. “Are you...”
“I’m fine. I’m fine! Totally fine!” You laugh it off and unfurl yourself to finally look at him realizing that your fluster is not worth this secret of yours getting out.
Warrior raises an eyebrow. “Are you...” A sinister grin stretches over his face. “Ticklish?”
You pale considerably and it’s all the answer he needs.
He attacks.
“Noo!!! Nonononono!! Link! Link! Have mercy!” You scream but you put yourself too far away for the others to reach you. You’re on your own.
At least Warrior got to hear you laugh again.
Four
You were trying to get some reading done.
Key word: Trying.
The boys were being more rambunctious than usual and you were close to letting it get on your last nerve. You swore you’ve read the same paragraph at least five times because you kept getting distracted.
Wild and Wind crashed into the tree you were resting against and ended up shaking the entire thing. Leaves fell around you and on top of you and your book.
You sighed and closed the book, getting up from your spot. This was getting you nowhere.
Standing up and walking away, you didn’t look back. Finding a secluded place was harder than you wanted it to be. The boys had spread out across the immediate area and no one was inclined to roam very far away from the camp.
You found a small alcove and pointedly sat down. You were vaguely aware of Four’s presence (you could see his shadow) but elected to ignore him.
He looked your way and you waved, opening your book and sitting away from him. It was quieter, thank god, and there was little people around you. Finally. Some peace.
Until Four’s chuckles reach your ears.
You try to ignore him but you can also feel his stare. You want to control yourself and you don’t want to acknowledge your twitching eye. “What’s up Four?”
“Did the Champion do your hair today?” He says with restrained laughter.
You blink and look up again from your book. You take a breath and turn your head towards Four. “What?”
Four doesn’t respond with words. He laughs a bit more and points to your head. You raise your hand to where his is and welp.... that doesn’t belong there. You take out a leaf from your hair.
Four snorts and gets up from where he is. “Hold on, there’s more.”
“Wild and Wind had to shake the tree.” You mutter and freeze when Four gently begins to card his fingers through your hair, getting out the tangles and extra leaves that you would have kept in your hair otherwise.
“Oh wow..” Four’s voice drops. “You’re hair is really soft.”
You face explodes with color and warmth. “....Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He says softly. 
You think he gets them all but you’re no longer focused on anything other than the way he tenderly fixes your hair.
“That should do it.” He steps back and you’re almost disappointed that it’s over so soon.
You nod and run your hand through your hair, trying to see if there was anything left. There wasn’t.
You book has been completely forgotten. You’re thrown off of your groove and you can’t look him in the eye.
You think you just realized a new weakness of yours. This is going to either be great or the start of your downfall.
Wild
You had simply walked into the room.
That was your crime.
Wild smiled your way and you knew you were in for your punishment.
“Oh wow-” He had said, with malicious intent. “That color looks great on you. It really makes your eyes pop.”
Instant kill.
You stumbled over your own feet and blushed all the way down to your chest. Still... you had tried to play it off. “You think so?”
“Yeah!” He had said so earnestly, that you had to believe to he has nothing but genuine. He suddenly got excited and grabbed your arm. “Come with me for a second!”
You couldn’t even fight back. This was not in the script! You weren’t prepared for this! There was nothing you could think of that would get you out of this situation without making it worse for yourself or without hurting Wild’s feelings.
Wild brings you by the window and has you sit down on the bookshelf. You’re confused but you do as he says.
Wild looks beyond excited and you have no idea what he’s doing. Next thing you know he’s putting a potted plant next to you and adjusting the flowers it face so that they frame your face and he moves some of the tables nick nacks away and oh- He gets out his sheikah slate.
Wild starts looking through it, looking for the right angle. You can hear the little sound it makes, telling you that he’s taken your picture.
“Look off into the distance.” Wild says. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“Wild this is ridiculous.” You bite your lip, no longer trying to to fight your blush down.
“Shush, let this happen.” He says and you can hear another snap.
“No look at me.”
You do.
“Smile.”
You... have trouble smiling as brightly as you’re sure he’d like you to. It comes out small and shy. You look up from your eye lashes.
The camera shutters.
Wild slowly pulls the screen down from his face. “...Oh...”
You gulp and wiggle your fingers for the sake of moving. “What is it? Did it come out bad?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“LINK!”
Part 3
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dennisboobs · 1 year
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we do a little ranting in the tags, as a treat.
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sketching-shark · 4 months
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Have you watched the first episode of the animated adaptation of Dungeon Meshi? :D
OUGH so first of all many thanks @seasonalsummers for the reminder that the anime is finally out, but I HAVE NOT. But I really want to. Dungeon Meshi is a pretty great piece of silly goofy cooking show/ environmental world building/ psychological horror/devouring imagery/exploration of raw animal vulnerability and all the terrors that inspires & which really belongs to the same genre as this:
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shychick-52 · 7 months
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💗 for WIP ask game
💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?
Oh, yes! There's a big rescue/fight scene I'm looking forward to writing close to the end of 'Circumstances and Control'! One of my mutuals even gave me a neat idea for it that'll really up the tension. :D
And there's also the epilogue of that story that's lived in my head rent-free for a couple of years. It's a VERY bittersweet ending, with heavy emphasis on the bitter.
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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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Part of the greatness of s3…
… Is stuff like 3x08, where the sheer gravity and betrayal and heartbreak of breaking into the Burkes’ house is so perfectly… Toned down?
It’s the small things. El doesn’t look back to double check the door bc why would she, Mozzie’s a friend. She doesn’t suspect his oddly deadpan reactions for the same reason. They don’t have to worry about the alarum bc they know the codes, the address is a safe zone for the anklet. Them having the picture of the team right there in their room.
For some reason the thing that really gets me is Satchmo. Normally breaking into a house w/ a big dog would be complicated, but Satchmo doesn’t come up at all in discussion—bc he won’t bark, bc it’s Neal. Neal is family, Neal takes Satchmo for walkies and feeds him treats. I dunno, I just get so emotional at the totally trusting and excited way Satchmo follows him around, happily wagging his tail. Like kudos to that pooch, very good acting, conveying so much w/ so little. He barely whines a little like ‘pay attention to me, mom left!’ or ‘what are you doing over there??’
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skyhawkstragedy · 2 years
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WE HAD TO WAIT UNTIL 4 IN THE MORNING FOR OUR KYLE/TAYLOR CONVO 😭😭😭
was it worth it? YES
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biancabelairs · 1 year
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i think it would be cool if the next time triple h needs to cut something because other segments went long, he chose literally anything other than a women's match
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pinkprettycure · 11 months
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like patrons get it even at the lowest tier cuz its not done yet and since generally u guys are sticking around for more than just the month? and my lowest tier is 2$ and i charge immediately but u can grab what u want and leave but i think most ppl dont do that unless they do a really high pledge lol... ks backers is a given, plus they waited a while and its just the one route rn :')
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puccafangirl · 2 years
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The kind of book I need lol. (Totally not a reference to Amphibia)
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mahikamihan · 1 year
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wait, george played valo? whERE IS THE VOD
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depresseddepot · 1 year
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It's struggle through autism symptoms hours
#being dx as an adult really is just a coin toss of ''will i be okay today or will i be existentially and emotionally ruined''#was thinking about touch and how much i dislike it and it finally sort of settled home that like#i will not be living the life i imagined#i imagined one day i will be okay being single and unnattractive and i will care for myself#how am i supposed to be hopeless romantic and touch repulsed#how can i ever EVER even slightly hope to find someone who will be into me. like. lmfao it is a cruel joke#i am fat and unattractive. i am asexual and touch repulsed. i have autism and adhd and am completely unmedicated.#my own mother is too embarrassed by me to accept these things let alone not be ashamed of them#i can look past the visual and personality shit. like yeah whatever lets pretend someone is into me.#i do not want to have sex. i do not want to be touched. i do not want to kiss or be lovey dovey.#and i realize what's left is just literally ''a friend'' but what about all this fucking romantic yearning i seem to be full of#idk. i know the answer to this im just trying to ignore it i guess#all this escapism and yearning and dreaming is just to pretend that one day i will be a different person living a different life#but i want to live with someone. i want someone to sleep in my bed. i want someone to wake up and make breakfast with#i want someone who cares about me to be in the house when i get excited about something and need to tell someone#i don't want to be alone#i want to be near someone who makes me feel like i'm not a freak. someone who doesn't ever give me That Look#if ur autistic you know the look im talking about. the confusion the irritation the ridiculousness of it#i want to feel like i will always be someone's first choice. i want to know what it's like to trust someone with every part of me#and it will never happen because i cannot stand to be fucking touched#if i was just asexual i could manage. but i cannot touch#does this get better? will this improve if i meet someone i trust? i want to die#the only (ONLY) thing i think i can even remotely provide is creativity#and im good at it. i can write well and i have good ideas amd i know generally what im doing#but with school and work i just do not have the time to work on my wips#and i don't know how long i can fucking take it#i am doing nothing. i am giving nothing and taking so so fucking much#i know i don't have to work to deserve to live but jesus christ. what am i fucking doing#i don't have time but its the only thing i have to live for and i don't know how much longer i can live like this#vent
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thewickerking · 2 years
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sorry for leaving super long rants about my undiagnosed mental illness that ive been silent about my entire life cause i thought if i ignored it i would grow out of it in the tags of my posts. im trying to cut back on long winding posts abt my problems but erm. i still dont have a therapist yet the intake person said itd probably be two weeks before i get matched with a therapist and its only been a week... anyways off to the tags before this ends up too long o7
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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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DAY THREE…
… I have a headache that’s verging on migraine, but listen, I finished.
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Horobi didn’t know why he had entered the hospital in the first place. It wasn’t that the Ark had expressly forbade him to do so, but had made no secret of her disapproval—there was no point, no purpose to his presence. There was no goal, no benefit, especially not considering how much security he had to evade to get in. And yet…
Vulcan looked… Different in the bed, hooked up to all the different machines, then when he was blustering and shouting. For all he had a large personality, it had been obvious how physically small he was the moment Horobi had laid eyes on him. The human was just so… Odd, how so much… Something fit into so small a body. His gaze seemed to find it’s way to Fuwa Isamu whenever possible, scrutinising every aspect of his being—the way his dark eyes lit up from his emotions, the way his mole would disappear whenever he wrinkled his eyes, how he puffed himself up, turned a whole spectrum of colours, the way his curls were permanently messy. Horobi found himself memorising the human without knowing when he had started, sometimes his hand would twitch forward of its own accord, reaching out towards something he didn’t understand. He’d be working on the Ark’s plan, or attending Jin, when the incomprehensible question of what Vulcan’s hair or skin would feel like would appear unbidden in his mind.
And now this—he’d been on the hospital ground before he realised what he was doing. He should have turned back, but there was something about the pull Fuwa Isamu exerted over him that offered no escape. Once he was within range, he had get there. He had to… Had to… Had to see.
Apparently, though, that was all he had to do. Upon arriving in Vulcan’s room all he could do was… Stare. The human was completely helpless, kept unconscious by at least one of the machines he was hooked up to, but… Horobi experienced no inclination to finish what he had started. But… There was another sensation, one fat too complicated for him to parse out. It felt like… A little like the way his body reacted to looking at Jin, both when he was happy and when he was hurt, all mixed together, but… Different. Different how he didn’t know, but… Different. Fuwa Isamu looked so… Soft. Fragile. Inviting.
His hand connected with the human’s hair before he realised he had raised it, fingertips skirting over the curls. Once he’d done it, he couldn’t move away, one hand aimlessly combing through Fuwa Isamu’s hair, brushing away from his forehead. There was no purpose to his actions, it did not benefit the Ark in any way, but…  He could not seem to make himself stop.
Then his knuckles lightly grazed the skin—in the same amount of time it took him to register the usual warmth and softness, thoughts and images flashed through his mind, uncontrolled and unprompted. Though many were clear, the spectrum was so large that he could not even begin to draw a conclusion—things that were beyond any experience he could ever remember happening, to things that were so… Similar to the data of the Ark that he…
He pulled his hand back, pressing it to his side. Where those his own thoughts? He thought so little that it was hard to tell, but… The things he’d seen himself doing… The impulses…
The air in the room changed, growing colder despite the fact that there was no change in temperature and Vulcan’s body temperature remained the same. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stand to be in the place—the pressure, the uncertainty, the chill… It all pushed him away as much as Fuwa Isamu pulled him in. For a moment, the two conflicting forces threatened to pull him apart—until a familiar presence stepped in, quelling all discord.
It was the Ark’s will that pulled him out of the room and back toward Daybreak, the sun peaking over the horizon to reveal just how long he had stood thoughtlessly in Vulcan’s hospital room, staring at him. There would be pain for this, that much he knew—punishment he naturally deserved for leaving his post on such a needless outing—especially since there was still a mysterious, electrifying sensations running through the hand he had touched Vulcan’s hair with, the pictures still etched into his mind, equal parts confusing, destabilising, interesting, and alluring.
It would need to be a long punishment to make him forget this.
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Bc I’m predictable.
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