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I don’t post here so no one reads this anymore so I’m just gonna vent a little. Just ignore it’s all depressing and pathetic. “Then why post it? You’re just wanting attention.” Maybe. But also it’s cathartic to just put it out there and maybe after I do sleep I’ll come back and be like “woah wtf was that about.” Idk. Just leave me be. I’ve had an awful day…year…life.

I almost attempted to overdose tonight because I am literally at my wits end. The only reason I didn’t go further than googling how many is too many is because Bug was laying there in front of me and I know I can’t leave her. She would have nowhere to go. But god damnit the temptation was there. This year has basically felt like a near repeat of 2018/2019 for me and it’s all been so bad and painful which sucks so much because I love my new job but it’s like I’m only allowed to have one good thing happen to me. I had to put down Oolong and I am still so devastated about it, I barely have any money to do anything, my home is disgusting, I’m just a fucking disappointment. Hell I don’t even have retirement money anymore so why do I even need to keep going? What’s the fucking point? I am honestly just a waste of space and resources. I don’t matter. I talk about how all my past relationships were bad and traumatic but fuck what if it really was just me? What if I have always been the problem l? That’s why I can’t get a fucking moment of peace. A little moment for things to just be good. My therapist told me to list five “amazing” things about myself but never followed up and thank god she did because I never came up with more than one. I would have said my fashion sense but it’s not like it’s original. I just follow the fairy Kei trend. Not that I can even fit in anything anymore. I’ve gained all my fucking weight back so I’m back to being a disgusting whale: I should have known I’d never be attractive. God I’m just a total failure. A waste of space. Now I’m just sobbing in my bedroom, alone. I wish I wasn’t here. I wish I had the fucking courage to actually end myself. Instead I’ll wake up tomorrow, feeling miserable since I can’t stop crying, and pretend everything is fine. I should’ve just let the kidney infection get worse instead of going to the doctor. At least I wouldn’t have spent $150. God I’m just a talentless, gross, stupid, waste of space. I hate everything about me. Should have asked me to list five true things about myself. Ugh k hate myself for even typing this: No one fucking cares, idiot!!! Just cry yourself to sleep and leave everyone in peace. Fuck everything.

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High quality plot twist

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Wrote my first AlhaithamxKaveh fic as a gift for a friend in a discord gift exchange! Check it out:

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OX, my perfect, terrible child 😭🩷🩷🩷

A chibi commission of the client's ttrpg party, in a campaign based on the world of MDZS! ⭐️ This is actually a tie-in to a chibi piece I drew a while back, wherein the gang was a fresh crop of juniors attending the Gusu lectures, but in this campaign the characters are modern cultivators investigating Mysterious Happenings.

From left to right, we have Ouyang Xing (beauty Youtuber!), Jin Baoer (sassy webnovel author!), Wen Zhi (chef with a Youtube cooking channel; his channel occasionally and unintentionally clashes with OX's), Yao Yuan (olden-timey cultivator thrown from the other campaign into the modern world! Confused, but boba tea makes time-traveling worth it), Lan Shou (also from the past! Handling it like a champ!) and Su Xiu (professional cat-herder).

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Well I absolutely hate doing this but I’m in the negatives, payday is next Thursday, and I still need to pick up some essential groceries to make enough struggle meals to last. My finances are shit, I’m trying to get better but life has been really, really terrible to me these past 5 years. Hell, just last year I had to make an emergency move and then got laid off for 6 months!! So if you can spare anything, I’d appreciate it. I will also happily take fanfic or writing commissions! I’ll write anything at this point! I can also do copy, social, and marketing as well as help with resumes and cover letters. I’m also selling things on Mercari (dm for link) Please, please help if you can. I know it’s hard for everyone right now, but I could use any support

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Cool cool cool love getting crickets on my writing. Awesome.

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Resharing for the day crew. Plz read my first humble contribution to the Helluva Boss fandom.

Ayo what’s up? I haven’t offed myself yet so I guess that means I survived 2023. Anyways have the start of a Stolitz fic (yes, I fell down into the hellhaz verse.)

It’s AU but like still Hell just different. Right now sfw, but will eventually be nsfw if I opt to continue. Apologies for any errors, I wind up writing in my notes app at the most bizarre hours.

Up In My Lonely Tower

Stolas sighed, looking up from his grimoire for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He gazed out the window, not so much admiring the world outside but simply taking a moment to think.

How long had it been since he last spoke to someone? Other than his own murmurings to himself, of course.

Now that he had fully immersed himself in his studies, he missed the arrivals of staff that would come and maintain the tower.

He had been isolated for three years now. Locked up—willingly, for the most part—in a lone tower to focus purely on his magic and learning just what his purpose was.

Every Ars Goetia was expected to take five years of solitude—more if there’s a struggle with comprehension—to fully develop their magic. It was like intense training to ensure they could handle the intense responsibility of being part of the Goetia line.

Stolas had known this time would come since he was young. And, given that he never really had any friends or acquaintances while growing up, it didn’t seem like it would be much more than a change of scenery.

And yet, three years in, he was starting to feel the pangs of intense loneliness.

“But what is one to do? I must carry out my duties,” he said out loud, to himself.

As usual.

Honestly, if he could say how he really felt, this was quite awful. What point did it serve to be sent off alone? How did it help with his studies and abilities anyway way? He’d always been exceptionally gifted and he was confident he could be making the same progress back at home where at least there were some people to talk to.

Intellectually, he knew why the Ars Goetia did what they did, for the most part. But emotionally he just could not fathom the decisions they made.

“I’m just so tired of being alone,” his soft, sad words hung in the empty room.

He laid his head down on the desk, sighing.

What he wouldn’t give for a companion.

Suddenly, a loud cacophony coming from outside the study startled him.

“I thought they did the resupply yesterday. Perhaps something was forgotten?”

He hurried to the door, smoothing his feathers down in hopes he didn’t look a mess.

And while he had anticipated seeing an imp on the other side. He had not anticipated on it being one he had never seen before.

“Oh, um, hello! I don’t believe we’ve met yet? Are you new? Also, wasn’t somebody just here yesterday?”

He tilted his head as he questioned the the imp that stood far shorter than him who also had a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Uhhhh y-yup! Just got hired on, still getting used to things and all that.”

Stolas raised a brow; something seemed off about this imp…he just couldn’t place what. He was certainly handsome—not that that was important, of course. Merely an observation.

“But why would they send you here alone the day after the monthly supply delivery?”

A look of panic crossed the imp’s face, “Oh well uhh I’m not here to do that. I was uh,” he looked around, seemingly realizing they were the only two in the tower, “sent here to keep you company!”

An incredulous look crossed Stolas’ face at that remark.

Something was up.

“Why would you be sent here to keep me company? That’s very much the opposite of why I am here.”

The imp bit nervously at his lip and Stolas couldn’t help but stare and appreciate the reaction, noting the sharp teeth that grazed the soft-looking lips.

He suddenly felt his face heat up from those unexpected thoughts. Had being alone for so long turned him into some…deviant?!

After a beat, the imp let out a heavy sigh, “Ok fine, ya got me. I was breaking in here, thought the damn place was deserted. But I haven’t taken anything—yet—so uh, I can just leave and we can forget it ever happened. Sound good?”

“W-Wait no! Don’t leave!”

Even Stolas was shocked at the desperation in his voice. He quickly cleared his throat and straightened up some.

“What I mean to say is, I ah, can’t just let you leave after attempting theft of the Ars Goetia.”

Sure, that sounded believable.

“Aw c’mon I didn’t take anything!”

“But an attempt was made, however flawed.”

The imp scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, “What makes you think you can make me stay?”

The owl smiled but there was something quite frightening beneath the expression, “Oh I’m quite sure I can manage.”

The imp shuddered but not even a second later, Stolas expression was back to a pleasant one.

“Now then, you originally said you were sent here to keep me company, yes? So why don’t you do just that to make up for breaking my family’s treasures? I’ll fix us some tea!”

“Tch,” the imo scoffed but actually trudged over to a chair, flopping down on it.

“You know I don’t really have time to be playin’ tea time.”

“Oh? And yet you had time to attempt to ransack the place?”

“You’re a real smartass, huh?”

Stolas twittered in amusement as he prepped the kettle and prepared two cups—for the first time ever since he’d been here! It was quite exciting.

“Now then, what’s your name?”

“Blitzø. What am I supposed to call you? Sir or some shit?”

“Oh goodness no, you may call me Stolas.”

The kettle screeched and Stolas quickly prepped the cups before bringing them over and setting one in front of Blitzø.

“I admit I am quite eager to have someone to talk to. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a proper conversation!”

Blitzø sniffed at the tea, trying to determine the flavor, “Didn’t you say you have staff or somethin?” He stuck his tongue into the steaming liquid and let out a yelp from the immediate burning sensation.

“It is still quite hot. So tell me about yourself, Blitzø! Why did you come all the way out here? Most are not aware of this tower save for my family.”

Blitzø shrugged, setting the cup aside and repositioning himself in the chair. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be some quick chat.

“I dunno. Had a job and met my client back up here and then he tried to fuck me over and I had to chase the mother fucker all over until I managed to get a good shot and took his legs out.”

The owl stared with four wide eyes at this, not at all expecting such violence.

“Oh my, your job sounds, ah, dangerous.”

A cocky grin crossed Blitzø’s face, “Pfft nothing I can’t handle. I’m a pro after all.”

Stolas’ face suddenly felt warm; this imo was so confident and full of himself…

It was incredibly attractive.

He tried to maintain his composure as Blitzø looked around the Stolas’ room.

Since he was here for five years, he had tried to decorate and make it feel home-y. There were star charts on the walls, planetary figures hanging from the ceiling, and galaxy motifs on the bedding and furniture. Plants were everywhere, some small and some that Stolas worried might outgrow the room. A small kitchenette was situated in one corner and the walls were lined with full bookshelves. Though many books were also scattered and piled around the desk that Stolas spent the majority of his time at.

“So, uh, are you like stuck here or something? Did you do something bad and get like, banished?”

“Oh no, nothing so sordid. I’m here to study. It’s a requirement for all Goetia before they can truly come into their power.”

Blitzø made a face, “So you’re just stuck here doing homework? That sounds like a shit deal.”

Stolas couldn’t help but laugh at Blitzø’s bluntness. He quite enjoyed it.

“I assure you it’s not that bad. Just, lonely. Three years of solitude and I’ve still have two years left,” he looked out towards the window, sighing wistfully.

“Why don’t you just leave?”

“Huh?”

“I mean are they monitoring your every move? Cuz you could take a day and then just come back and they’d never be the wiser, right?”

“W-Well technically, I suppose that’s true, but I must do this and I have plenty of research and things to review…”

Blitzø rolled his eyes, “It’s pretty obvious how desperate you are to go outside and not be cooped up alone. You’ve glanced out the window like a hundred times since I’ve been here. And also you’re making me be “company” and I’m not great at being that.”

“Oh I don’t know, I’m finding you quite amusing.”

“Eh?”

Blitzø stared up at Stolas, confusion on his face.

“I literally tried to rob you.”

“Yes well, things worked out differently.”

“You got feathers in your brain or something? You’re an odd one.”

Stolas smiled, bringing his cup up to his mouth, “Yes…I do get that from my family quite often. I suppose it must be true if someone I’ve known for less than an hour makes the same observation.”

Blitzø panicked for a moment, not meaning to upset the bird. He just never filtered his thoughts before speaking.

“I just mean it’s…you know…interesting, I guess,” he mumbled out the words, grabbing his cup so he didn’t have to keep talking.

But then he made the mistake of looking up at Stolas and seeing a look of surprise and joy, as if the owl was touched by his words.

Blitzø’s face burned and he looked away. This was so fucking weird.

Yet, somehow, Stolas continued to talk, managing to pull Blitzø into a conversation that at some point became quite comfortable.

Or quite enjoyable in Stolas opinion. Blitzø was fascinating. So free and aloof, unafraid to speak his mind and blunt to a fault. And his jokes! Stolas had not laughed this much in…well, ever.

“And I was like ‘it’s a worm horse! Cuz it ate too many sweets and lost its legs!’ But I got nothing out of the crowd! Can you believe it?”

Stolas wiped a tear from his eye, having been laughing the entire time, “How?? Does no one realize that can really happen? But to—to call it a worm horse! How hilarious!”

He fell back into another laughing fit, clutching at his stomach. Blitzø looked quite pleased with himself. Clearly Stolas knew what was funny.

“Yeah well, can’t win over every audience.”

“I think you’re quite funny, Blitzø,” Stolas said with a genuine smile.

Blitzø felt his heart do a flip and alarm bells went off in his head. He needed to leave. He stood up suddenly.

“Anyway I should get going since you know it’s getting late and I gotta get through the forest and who knows what the fuck is in there.”

“Oh, I do!”

“Of course you do,” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “and I’m sure you know there’s plenty out there that I don’t want to deal with.”

“That is a very good point. Are you just returning to the city? I can open a portal for you if you’d like. Spare you the trouble of wandering the woods.”

“Shit, really? That’s handy as fuck!”

Stolas waved a feathered hand, summoning a thick book with golden impressions on the cover. It flipped open on its own as it hovered in front of him and sure enough, a portal formed.

“Sweet, thanks for the shortcut!”

“Oh um, before you go,” Stolas reached out, placing a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder and stopping the shorter man from taking off.

Blitzø looked up at him, immediately wondering if this shortcut had strings attached.

“I just want to thank you for today. I know you had other more nefarious plans that you were unable to accomplish,”

The imp scowled; he really was going to keep poking at him about that, wasn’t he?

“But I found it to be quite lovely spending time with you.”

That made Blitzø gape. Even his closest friends would never say something like that about him.

He was truly at a loss for words and he couldn’t tell if it was because of what Stolas said or the fact he truly meant it.

“Yeah well, you’re not half bad either. At least you’ve got good taste in jokes.”

Stolas chuckled and removed the hand on Blitzø’s shoulder.

“I’m sure this is an odd request but should you find yourself back out here….you are welcomed in at any time.”

Blitzø felt his face burning again and he had to look away, scratching the back of his head, “Er sure, thanks. I mean I’m pretty busy so I can’t say I’ll even have time to come all the way back out here but you know, if it does happen I guess I could pop in or something.”

Stolas felt positively giddy at the incredibly flakey answer. Because after all, it wasn’t a no. There would always be a chance that he could see Blitzø again.

“Well then, have a good evening, Blitzø.”

Stolas gave a slight bow, motioning to the portal for the imp to walk through.

“Right, bye!” Blitzø all but dove into the opening.

The two of them had most certainly had a different view of how that day went but one thing was for sure:

Neither wanted it to be the last visit.

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I’ve started ch.2 but not sure if I wanna continue. Lmk what you think! If it gets a decent response I’ll get it up on AO3 and keep updating there.

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WELCOME TO THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY grab some breadsticks and enjoy

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Ayo what’s up? I haven’t offed myself yet so I guess that means I survived 2023. Anyways have the start of a Stolitz fic (yes, I fell down into the hellhaz verse.)

It’s AU but like still Hell just different. Right now sfw, but will eventually be nsfw if I opt to continue. Apologies for any errors, I wind up writing in my notes app at the most bizarre hours.

Up In My Lonely Tower

Stolas sighed, looking up from his grimoire for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He gazed out the window, not so much admiring the world outside but simply taking a moment to think.

How long had it been since he last spoke to someone? Other than his own murmurings to himself, of course.

Now that he had fully immersed himself in his studies, he missed the arrivals of staff that would come and maintain the tower.

He had been isolated for three years now. Locked up—willingly, for the most part—in a lone tower to focus purely on his magic and learning just what his purpose was.

Every Ars Goetia was expected to take five years of solitude—more if there’s a struggle with comprehension—to fully develop their magic. It was like intense training to ensure they could handle the intense responsibility of being part of the Goetia line.

Stolas had known this time would come since he was young. And, given that he never really had any friends or acquaintances while growing up, it didn’t seem like it would be much more than a change of scenery.

And yet, three years in, he was starting to feel the pangs of intense loneliness.

“But what is one to do? I must carry out my duties,” he said out loud, to himself.

As usual.

Honestly, if he could say how he really felt, this was quite awful. What point did it serve to be sent off alone? How did it help with his studies and abilities anyway way? He’d always been exceptionally gifted and he was confident he could be making the same progress back at home where at least there were some people to talk to.

Intellectually, he knew why the Ars Goetia did what they did, for the most part. But emotionally he just could not fathom the decisions they made.

“I’m just so tired of being alone,” his soft, sad words hung in the empty room.

He laid his head down on the desk, sighing.

What he wouldn’t give for a companion.

Suddenly, a loud cacophony coming from outside the study startled him.

“I thought they did the resupply yesterday. Perhaps something was forgotten?”

He hurried to the door, smoothing his feathers down in hopes he didn’t look a mess.

And while he had anticipated seeing an imp on the other side. He had not anticipated on it being one he had never seen before.

“Oh, um, hello! I don’t believe we’ve met yet? Are you new? Also, wasn’t somebody just here yesterday?”

He tilted his head as he questioned the the imp that stood far shorter than him who also had a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Uhhhh y-yup! Just got hired on, still getting used to things and all that.”

Stolas raised a brow; something seemed off about this imp…he just couldn’t place what. He was certainly handsome—not that that was important, of course. Merely an observation.

“But why would they send you here alone the day after the monthly supply delivery?”

A look of panic crossed the imp’s face, “Oh well uhh I’m not here to do that. I was uh,” he looked around, seemingly realizing they were the only two in the tower, “sent here to keep you company!”

An incredulous look crossed Stolas’ face at that remark.

Something was up.

“Why would you be sent here to keep me company? That’s very much the opposite of why I am here.”

The imp bit nervously at his lip and Stolas couldn’t help but stare and appreciate the reaction, noting the sharp teeth that grazed the soft-looking lips.

He suddenly felt his face heat up from those unexpected thoughts. Had being alone for so long turned him into some…deviant?!

After a beat, the imp let out a heavy sigh, “Ok fine, ya got me. I was breaking in here, thought the damn place was deserted. But I haven’t taken anything—yet—so uh, I can just leave and we can forget it ever happened. Sound good?”

“W-Wait no! Don’t leave!”

Even Stolas was shocked at the desperation in his voice. He quickly cleared his throat and straightened up some.

“What I mean to say is, I ah, can’t just let you leave after attempting theft of the Ars Goetia.”

Sure, that sounded believable.

“Aw c’mon I didn’t take anything!”

“But an attempt was made, however flawed.”

The imp scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, “What makes you think you can make me stay?”

The owl smiled but there was something quite frightening beneath the expression, “Oh I’m quite sure I can manage.”

The imp shuddered but not even a second later, Stolas expression was back to a pleasant one.

“Now then, you originally said you were sent here to keep me company, yes? So why don’t you do just that to make up for breaking my family’s treasures? I’ll fix us some tea!”

“Tch,” the imo scoffed but actually trudged over to a chair, flopping down on it.

“You know I don’t really have time to be playin’ tea time.”

“Oh? And yet you had time to attempt to ransack the place?”

“You’re a real smartass, huh?”

Stolas twittered in amusement as he prepped the kettle and prepared two cups—for the first time ever since he’d been here! It was quite exciting.

“Now then, what’s your name?”

“Blitzø. What am I supposed to call you? Sir or some shit?”

“Oh goodness no, you may call me Stolas.”

The kettle screeched and Stolas quickly prepped the cups before bringing them over and setting one in front of Blitzø.

“I admit I am quite eager to have someone to talk to. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a proper conversation!”

Blitzø sniffed at the tea, trying to determine the flavor, “Didn’t you say you have staff or somethin?” He stuck his tongue into the steaming liquid and let out a yelp from the immediate burning sensation.

“It is still quite hot. So tell me about yourself, Blitzø! Why did you come all the way out here? Most are not aware of this tower save for my family.”

Blitzø shrugged, setting the cup aside and repositioning himself in the chair. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be some quick chat.

“I dunno. Had a job and met my client back up here and then he tried to fuck me over and I had to chase the mother fucker all over until I managed to get a good shot and took his legs out.”

The owl stared with four wide eyes at this, not at all expecting such violence.

“Oh my, your job sounds, ah, dangerous.”

A cocky grin crossed Blitzø’s face, “Pfft nothing I can’t handle. I’m a pro after all.”

Stolas’ face suddenly felt warm; this imo was so confident and full of himself…

It was incredibly attractive.

He tried to maintain his composure as Blitzø looked around the Stolas’ room.

Since he was here for five years, he had tried to decorate and make it feel home-y. There were star charts on the walls, planetary figures hanging from the ceiling, and galaxy motifs on the bedding and furniture. Plants were everywhere, some small and some that Stolas worried might outgrow the room. A small kitchenette was situated in one corner and the walls were lined with full bookshelves. Though many books were also scattered and piled around the desk that Stolas spent the majority of his time at.

“So, uh, are you like stuck here or something? Did you do something bad and get like, banished?”

“Oh no, nothing so sordid. I’m here to study. It’s a requirement for all Goetia before they can truly come into their power.”

Blitzø made a face, “So you’re just stuck here doing homework? That sounds like a shit deal.”

Stolas couldn’t help but laugh at Blitzø’s bluntness. He quite enjoyed it.

“I assure you it’s not that bad. Just, lonely. Three years of solitude and I’ve still have two years left,” he looked out towards the window, sighing wistfully.

“Why don’t you just leave?”

“Huh?”

“I mean are they monitoring your every move? Cuz you could take a day and then just come back and they’d never be the wiser, right?”

“W-Well technically, I suppose that’s true, but I must do this and I have plenty of research and things to review…”

Blitzø rolled his eyes, “It’s pretty obvious how desperate you are to go outside and not be cooped up alone. You’ve glanced out the window like a hundred times since I’ve been here. And also you’re making me be “company” and I’m not great at being that.”

“Oh I don’t know, I’m finding you quite amusing.”

“Eh?”

Blitzø stared up at Stolas, confusion on his face.

“I literally tried to rob you.”

“Yes well, things worked out differently.”

“You got feathers in your brain or something? You’re an odd one.”

Stolas smiled, bringing his cup up to his mouth, “Yes…I do get that from my family quite often. I suppose it must be true if someone I’ve known for less than an hour makes the same observation.”

Blitzø panicked for a moment, not meaning to upset the bird. He just never filtered his thoughts before speaking.

“I just mean it’s…you know…interesting, I guess,” he mumbled out the words, grabbing his cup so he didn’t have to keep talking.

But then he made the mistake of looking up at Stolas and seeing a look of surprise and joy, as if the owl was touched by his words.

Blitzø’s face burned and he looked away. This was so fucking weird.

Yet, somehow, Stolas continued to talk, managing to pull Blitzø into a conversation that at some point became quite comfortable.

Or quite enjoyable in Stolas opinion. Blitzø was fascinating. So free and aloof, unafraid to speak his mind and blunt to a fault. And his jokes! Stolas had not laughed this much in…well, ever.

“And I was like ‘it’s a worm horse! Cuz it ate too many sweets and lost its legs!’ But I got nothing out of the crowd! Can you believe it?”

Stolas wiped a tear from his eye, having been laughing the entire time, “How?? Does no one realize that can really happen? But to—to call it a worm horse! How hilarious!”

He fell back into another laughing fit, clutching at his stomach. Blitzø looked quite pleased with himself. Clearly Stolas knew what was funny.

“Yeah well, can’t win over every audience.”

“I think you’re quite funny, Blitzø,” Stolas said with a genuine smile.

Blitzø felt his heart do a flip and alarm bells went off in his head. He needed to leave. He stood up suddenly.

“Anyway I should get going since you know it’s getting late and I gotta get through the forest and who knows what the fuck is in there.”

“Oh, I do!”

“Of course you do,” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “and I’m sure you know there’s plenty out there that I don’t want to deal with.”

“That is a very good point. Are you just returning to the city? I can open a portal for you if you’d like. Spare you the trouble of wandering the woods.”

“Shit, really? That’s handy as fuck!”

Stolas waved a feathered hand, summoning a thick book with golden impressions on the cover. It flipped open on its own as it hovered in front of him and sure enough, a portal formed.

“Sweet, thanks for the shortcut!”

“Oh um, before you go,” Stolas reached out, placing a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder and stopping the shorter man from taking off.

Blitzø looked up at him, immediately wondering if this shortcut had strings attached.

“I just want to thank you for today. I know you had other more nefarious plans that you were unable to accomplish,”

The imp scowled; he really was going to keep poking at him about that, wasn’t he?

“But I found it to be quite lovely spending time with you.”

That made Blitzø gape. Even his closest friends would never say something like that about him.

He was truly at a loss for words and he couldn’t tell if it was because of what Stolas said or the fact he truly meant it.

“Yeah well, you’re not half bad either. At least you’ve got good taste in jokes.”

Stolas chuckled and removed the hand on Blitzø’s shoulder.

“I’m sure this is an odd request but should you find yourself back out here….you are welcomed in at any time.”

Blitzø felt his face burning again and he had to look away, scratching the back of his head, “Er sure, thanks. I mean I’m pretty busy so I can’t say I’ll even have time to come all the way back out here but you know, if it does happen I guess I could pop in or something.”

Stolas felt positively giddy at the incredibly flakey answer. Because after all, it wasn’t a no. There would always be a chance that he could see Blitzø again.

“Well then, have a good evening, Blitzø.”

Stolas gave a slight bow, motioning to the portal for the imp to walk through.

“Right, bye!” Blitzø all but dove into the opening.

The two of them had most certainly had a different view of how that day went but one thing was for sure:

Neither wanted it to be the last visit.

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I’ve started ch.2 but not sure if I wanna continue. Lmk what you think! If it gets a decent response I’ll get it up on AO3 and keep updating there.

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I haven’t left the house in a week. I haven’t really left the bed in three days. Only really left it for part of Saturday because someone came over to build a cat tree. It’s been a month and some change since I lost my job and honestly I’ve only left the house maybe three or four times. I thought I was getting better but apparently not. I will be talking to a new therapist on Wednesday and hope it helps. I just feel like such a failure. I haven’t accomplished anything. Im going nowhere. I have no talent and nothing to show for my 35 years in this world. Ugh what’s even the point. Everything I try to do I fail. I can’t do anything right

[kitsuna-ri]

shimp

[kitsuna-ri]

Somehow I wrote another fic. This is unprecedented. This could also be a new hyperfixation which I’m ok with.

Yeah so it’s been two hours since I finished Good Omens 2 and I’m not ok so obviously I wrote an angsty drabble. I hope I’ll write something happier for them so this isn’t my only contribution to the fandom.

[kitsuna-ri]

I have a Good Omens head cannon and it’s really wholesome:

So you know the Neighborhood Meeting/Ball? It was all Regency Era/Pride Prejudice themed except the majority of the clothes everyone appeared in. And with Aziraphale being who he is, he could have very well made them be in period clothing but instead, they seem to be in totally different styles, varying in comfort and fancy. I think this is because Aziraphale sets the specific to be “Wear the clothing you feel best in/that make you feel beautiful.” And I just think it’s incredibly sweet and wholesome so thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[kitsuna-ri]

Yeah so it’s been two hours since I finished Good Omens 2 and I’m not ok so obviously I wrote an angsty drabble. I hope I’ll write something happier for them so this isn’t my only contribution to the fandom.

[kitsuna-ri]

you idiot- we could've been us.

GOOD OMENS 2