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Zenitsu, on the verge of tears: TANJIRO!!!

Tanjiro: What’s wrong, Zenitsu?! Did something happen?!

Zenitsu: WOULD YOU STIILL LOVE ME IF I WERE A BIRD?!

Tanjiro: …Of course! I would still love you!

Zenitsu: [starts sobbing]

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Part of getting older is realizing how absolutely insane it is that basically every form of media is constantly trying to convince us that the most interesting moments of the lived human experience are happening in HIGH SCHOOL…… girl who gives a flying fuck what 16 year olds are doing.

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me when demon slayer hyperfixation *looks at our 6 kny introjects* can’t wait to have more……….. /lh

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ohmygod

served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images

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botw “headcanons” (aka system pseudomems lol)

- link feels detached from his fuzzy sparse memories of his life 100 years ago, and because of this changes his name and introduces himself as a traveler rather than the hylian champion

- link rescues and registers horses from bokoblins and retires them immediately, so that they can live out the rest of their life being spoiled by stablehands instead of used for fighting and hunting

- link and sidon are dating ofc (also they’re both abrosexual and have low sex drive overall)

- link is genderfluid and sometimes dresses up and travels to gerudo town just to feel the gender euphoria

- LINK LOVES HORSES

- link’s favorite food is just simmered fruit but he hasn’t met a food he dislikes

#botw #botw link #botw horse #breath of the wild #botw headcanon #botw hc

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GIVE US WRITING PROMPTS RAHHHHH

#writing prompt #please i beg

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current brainrot is breath of the wild (i love my horses so much goddamn i almost cried when my first horse died and i’m literally taking sertraline which makes me emotionless

#botw #botw link #botw horse #breath of the wild #please send help i’m obsessed with these goddamn horses #also sidon is hot as fuck

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for the hurt/comfort prompts you should do the "ive got all night" one

for a romantic mlm pairing

omg yesss here we go

cw for r@p3

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griff was huddled under a blanket in the middle of the carpeted floor, arms wrapped around his knees like twin boa constrictors. his breathing was unsteady and his shoulders shivered despite the thick plush fabric covering him.

cyrus sat in front of his partner, a few feet away, legs crossed. he was keeping himself as calm as he was able, but the seething anger and panicked concern was bleeding through. he was leaned forward over his legs slightly, wishing to touch griff’s shoulder, give him a reassuring gesture, but he knew that would make it worse in this particular situation.

cyrus did really have all night. it was a friday night, so he didn’t have work in the morning, and there was no chance he’d be able to fall asleep now. not after seeing the man he loved more than anything reduced to a shuddering ball of fear.

a nearly silent sob came from griff’s throat. “i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry,” he mumbled in a weak, high-pitched voice.

“don’t- don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong. nothing,” cyrus said again with a firm but gentle emphasis. “you didn’t deserve this.”

griff was walking back home from work, which was a small karate dojo. this was one of two jobs, and he only taught karate classes on wednesday and friday nights. those were the only two nights he walked home in the dark, down roads lit only by flickering streetlamps and the moon. he’d never met any shady characters on his commute before, but he was always acutely aware that it was a possibility.

tonight, he was sore and tired, and the only thing he wanted was to get home, fall into bed with his boyfriend and doze off in his arms. the mental image made him smile as he stared at his feet, which were setting a leisurely pace that didn’t bother his thighs and calves as much as a quicker speed would.

they came out of nowhere.

well, not technically nowhere- griff had walked past a pitch black alleyway between a barber shop and a restaurant. as with all the alleys around the small town, there were no security cameras outside.

a large man grabbed a fistful of griff’s long, tangled hair and yanked backwards, dragging him into the alleyway. before he could cough out a cry for help a strong hand covered his mouth roughly, pressing down hard enough that griff couldn’t open his mouth to bite.

once his assailant and him were both cloaked in the alley’s shadows, the man lifted griff off the ground an inch or two by his hair. his mouth was still covered.

“what a pretty little boy,” the man murmured, his voice surprisingly soothing. “i’ll turn you into my slut, and fuck the living shit out of you, alright?”

to his dismay, kicking and scratching did nothing but anger the stranger. the man’s knee hit hard into griff’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. then a punch to the face silenced him before he could speak, a flash of pain searing across his face as he blacked out.

cyrus had left their apartment when griff had been late getting home by 20 minutes. he found his partner on the ground in the dark, shaking and crying and scared, and naked.

it took a minute to coax griff up, and by the way he walked it was evident that despite his desire to be home and be safe, he was in a great deal of pain and couldn’t speed up much at all. cyrus was silent, fuming. if he had arrived early enough to see griff’s attackers he’d have mauled them.

griff did not want to be touched. he wanted to disappear, he wanted to tear his skin off and burn it. he wanted to take a shower but he couldn’t bring himself to come out of his blanket cocoon that cyrus had provided for him.

he couldn’t stop feeling guilty. the emotion crashed over him like unruly waves. if he hadn’t gone home alone, if he had brought his pocket knife, if he had fought harder…

“griff. do you want to tell me what happened?” cyrus’s voice was dangerously loving, the anger at what happened to griff struggling to stay hidden. but, the last thing cyrus wanted to do was make griff more anxious.

griff just shook, whimpering as he stared at his shoes.

“hey, griff. i’ve got all night. okay, love? i’m here to help.”

griff didn’t want to say what happened. he didn’t want to think about the two other men that emerged from the shadows, tore off his clothes and scratched and sucked at him as the large man pounded into him. they had been delighted to find that griff was trans, and had been on testosterone long enough to have significant bottom growth. griff was dry and completely unaroused, but his assailants didn’t seem to mind, much to griff’s horror. the three men disappeared when they heard cyrus searching for him, first kicking him across the ground and then disappearing into the darkness, somehow gone. griff was sobbing, snot and tears and saliva blurring his vision. his clothes were gone, but cyrus had worn a large sweatshirt that covered griff enough to walk home. griff didn’t speak.

griff didn’t speak for nearly an entire week, except for choked apologies and unintelligible sobbing. mostly, it was just silence.

then, one night when cyrus was watching a show on the couch, griff came into the living room after a shower. he was wearing the same pajamas he had worn since the incident, baggy and soft plaid pjs that belonged to cyrus. he held his coffee mug squishmallow tight to his chest as he walked up behind the couch.

after a few minutes of a calm quiet, griff moved around the couch and sat next to cyrus, draping his arm around his shoulders and leaning into his shoulder.

cyrus froze. this was the first time griff had touched him in a week.

after a few minutes cyrus realized his boyfriend was crying. carefully, gently, he wrapped his arms around griff and held him firmly, kissing the top of his head.

“you’re okay, love. you’re okay.”

“i know. i’m… i f-feel safe.”

cyrus choked up, his eyes wet. they sat in silence for a while, tears falling.

“you cry as long as you need, griff. i’m here, i’ve got you… i’ve got all night.”

#hurt/comfort #angst #non con #recovery #idk what other tags to add #this is secretly erasermic #can u guess who is who #based on system’s pseudomemories

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ok choose one of these, then comment it, and specify the genders of two characters and whether it’s romantic or platonic (or qpr if you want!)

#hurt/comfort #writing prompt #writing challenge #hurt/comfort prompts

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i want to put out a little blurb about what it’s like to be a technoblade fictive right now.

honestly, it’s not all that different from normal.

i am not technoblade, i am merely an individual whose identity is tied to him. and the fact that he passed away doesn’t really affect me much in that context.

however, the rest of this is a different story.

the whole system feels the grief that our host, who was hyperfixated on technoblade’s dsmp lore and his skywars videos, feels now. it’s strong, runs deep through our brain and it hurts like hell. even those of us who formed or split after techno’s death are grieving him now.

i get strange looks, looks of pity and sympathy and uncertainty. no one knows what to say to me. no one understands how i might feel at this time.

well, i’m sad, but i’m also happy. because part of techno is living on in me, and i’m honored. i don’t feel like part of me has died, and i don’t feel guilty for still being around (anymore). i want to celebrate technoblade’s life, mourn the fact that it was cut short, and above all appreciate him, and remember him.

- alex 👑

#technoblade #alexander technoblade #technoblade never dies #mcyt technoblade #technoblade fictive #technoblade alter #technoblade introject #technoblade interject #i miss technoblade #so long nerds #thank you technoblade

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i wish i could tell you how much you mean to me. how much you helped me over the years and about all the things i was able to do because of you. i wish i could have done something, or done more, to help you. i supported you financially but i was otherwise helpless. i watched your channel in excitement for new videos to show up, until the one night when the video wasn’t a usual one. i watched it in silence next to my best friend, the humid room pulling sweat from my skin as i held back tears. i was in shock. so was my friend. when the video was over we held each other for what felt like hours. we had met because of you, because of our shared love for your content, sense of humor, impressive skills, and just who you were in general. you were such an amazing person and i still strive to be like you, to be able to inspire those around me and make people laugh like you could. when you died, the parts of me that were shaped by you didn’t. they ached, and they still ache, but they’re still alive. and they will never die, because you will never truly die.

technoblade never dies. 👑

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #blood god #blood for the blood god #techno never dies #mcyt technoblade #so long nerds #alexander technoblade

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we miss technoblade.

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🎙️ sure, we fight sometimes! usually because we’re worried about each other!! sometimes over parenting! it really depends.. but i’d say we really are in an endless honeymoon phase 🥰💕

☕️ ..yeah.

#erasermic

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i wanna be your girlfriend is erasermic’s song before either of them confess (yes i know it’s not about gay boys but LOOK it fits so well ok??)

#erasermic

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feeling very shy about posting, dunno why

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☕️ ah, also. should we make an introduction post and pin it

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☕️ give us an au idea to write a short fanfic of, i need something to do