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Soleil hummed softly in response as he put away his tools. Now satisfied with his work. He hadn't played with makeup in a long while. It was nice to know that he wasn't as rusty as he thought. He'd given Zack a subtle glamorous look. With blush, dark lashes, and a dusty brown to make Zack's beautiful skyblue pop. Along with a small smattering of shimmery glitter. And a little bit of gloss to soften his lips.
"I spent an entire year living in Wall Market. I stumbled my way into the drag queen community there and they taught me how to do makeup and hair." Said said with fondness in his tone. Sometimes he really missed his friends and wondered how they were. "I then just kinda always dressed up and immersed myself in the style of dress. It helped hide who I was, since I really didn't want to be found at the time."
Soleil reached out then, taking hold of both of Zack's hands to pull him up, then dragged him towards the bathroom with a wide grin on his face.
"Come look. You look absolutely devastating. Next we'll have to find you something nice to wear to match."
#phantasiiae#phantasiiae | zack#; ( thread )#don't feel obligated to respond#i just really wanted a chance for soleil to talk about his drag queen days 😭
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I'm sad to report that Little Kitty Fantastico, aka "Tico," passed away earlier this week, at age 9, after a heart failure. He died at home, surrounded by love and cuddles.
He was such a good and beloved little guy. He was bonkers for lettuce & other greens, and he absolutely could not be trusted around salads. His skills included perching atop walls and keeping watch on everything below. Like his sisters, he was long and had arms that went on forever. He was usually both the goofiest and the floofiest of all his sibs, especially when he was begging for belly rubs.
He was exceptionally sweet and snuggly. (Especially with Winter, who is very sad now. 😿) We will miss him so much.
#cats#💔💔💔#in memoriam#little kitty fantastico#he lived a life well documented on tumblr#i miss him so much#please don't feel obligated to reply#condolences are so hard to give and respond to#but if you want to send me cute animal photos feel free#I always appreciate that#btw i tried to add a gif of him devouring a salad but it didn't work#perhaps i'll be able to reblog and add it#toasty's adventures in unexpected feral kittens#op#long post#50#100
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#as a writer i always feel bad not responding to comments so im curious what everyones opinion is#its funny cause when i comment i never expect a response so yknow😂#I'm genuinely curious so like feel free to reblog but no obligation#fan fiction#fics#writing#fanfiction#don't mind me#fandom#fic stuff
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Please don't go to my moots asking where i am / if I'll be back 🥹
I said I'm not doing okay and that I need time for myself right now and I kindly ask to respect that.
The mental health isn't mental healthing and living with bpd next to a chronic depression is hell on most days. The good days are rare atm so I need to focus on myself in order to help myself to feel better. I'm in no state to be on here and act all happy and cheerful when I contemplate admitting myself to the hospital just to stay alive a little while longer.
Next to that we have a family situation with my mom in a critical condition and I'd like to be there for my family and help where I can.
I don't want pity or anything I just thought I let you know what's really going on behind the scenes since it's apparently necessary to ask numerous mutuals when I'll be back and what not just because I haven't been online for 3 days.
As of now I don't know when I'll be back. A lovely mutual of mine will come visit in 2 weeks and we move right after. Maybe I'll be back next week, maybe in a month. Perhaps I'll just pop in for 2-3 days and disappear again. Please be patient with me, I'm trying my best to heal.
#-ˋˏ ༻sunlit serenade#tw mental health#tw mentions of suicide#<- not really but just to be safe!!#it's okay not to be okay as long as you get help#please don't feel obligated to say anything#I really don't want pity rn#I will be okay again and I will be back eventually#just right now I feel no joy being on here. the dash is flooded with cliques and that's not helping#and what brings no joy has to go while I'm trying to get better#taking a break from servers too#moots can always hit me up on discord I just might need a moment to respond
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@the-missingno-virus - Xaviric watches Red for a moment, before resting his hands in his pockets. He was quiet for a long while, and once he finally did speak, it was a steady, but gentle tone, "..Would you like help with the burial?" Xaviric paused, before adding "To honor them."
RED: “……”
“…another person?”
“It’s not… often that I get visitors.”
“………”
As he stands and turns to face the newcomer, his mask of apathy is fully back in place.
“I appreciate the offer. But there’s no need.”
He inclines his head towards the headless pile of bones on the ground. Already, it appears to be partially caved-in, corrupted pixels swarming it like flies. As they watch, the remains sink deeper into the ground as if surrounded by quicksand.
“The corruption takes care of its own.”
He looks away, gaze landing on the Venusaur skull.
It would be so easy to let it slip out of his arms. It feels lighter than before, as if the very air is corroding it, turning it hollow. It would sink so quietly into the ground. Disappear so quickly.
But…
The words seem to come to him easier than before.
“All I can do is hold on to the things that I can. And... that’s my best way of ‘honoring’ them.”
“I can’t expect anything here to stay unchanging. Only the past is concrete.”
“…I believe you understand that particularly well.”
@the-missingno-virus
#Verzephobia#verzephobia red#pokepasta#pokemon creepypasta#story#the-missingno-virus#[please don't feel obliged to respond/write a long response]#[again. i am so sorry this is so late..]
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I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently
#facebook always does that 'here's a post from this day 8 years ago' thing. and I see old comments interacting#with people and it's so like.. OOOOO~~ where are they now?? what's going on? how much have they changed as people?#how much are they the same? this is fascinating. i should contact them!!' but then it's like... take that to it's logical conclusion though#you would contact them and then IF they even responded it would take you 80 years to respond and then they would#think there was something wrong or that you were trying to be insulting or something. To contact anyone I need to include an 85 page#disclaimer of all of my social issues & mental illness things. 'If i take 3 weeks to reply I promise it has nothing to do with u' etc lol#THIS is why more people need to be into phone calls/voice calls/some form of audio real time communication/etc.#I think one of the main things that's hard about messaging through text for me is it's so unscheduled and open ended#(plus it takes forever if you're talking about anything in detail and gets very long very quickly)#because like you can send a message and then just get a reply whenever. and then you're expected to reply back whenever#so it's like you never know when the response will come or when a new obligation to reply can come up? so it's like this sudden thing with#no outline?? if that makes sense. whereas a phone call is very like 'hello let's schedule a call from 10am - 2pm on thursday'. And you know#EXACTLY when the interaction will start and EXACTLY when it will end and you can plan around it in your schedule easily.#I have the reverse thing of a lot of people (how people don't pick up phone calls/hate calls/only text)#I would literally talk on the phone with a stranger. I would have a discord voice chat with someone I barely know.#if someone I hardly even remember from elementary school asked to have a voice call with me out of nowhere I would do it.#but if a stranger MESSAGED me?? or someone I barely know sent me a TEXT or something?? I will never reply probably#It's just too vague and weird. and you can't read voice tone over text. and the interaction could last forever with no clear end#point and etc. etc. But a call is like. set. established. clear boundaries. you can read the flow of conversation better. rapport. etc. etc#I get that I guess people feel more anonymous or distanced over text?? but you can have fake phone numbers on the computer. or do like disc#rd calls. or zoom without a camera or etc. etc. Also the distance that's present in text is BAD distance because it just means that tone is#not conveyed properly and you will never truly get a sense of the person's conversational vibe or mannerisms or how well you really click.#ANYWAY ghgjh...... I'm so so so interested in concepts of like.. How did that one kid I used to talk to in elementary school#but then they moved away in 5th grade - how did they end up? what are they doing now?? etc. etc. Like despite the severe social anhedonia#and general lack of connection with others I'm just really fascinated in like.. idk. the human development of it all and like#the concept of how we're actually a million different people through the course of our lives ever evolving in different iterations and etc.#PLUS again. i love nostalgia. sometimes old peple you know might remember a shared memory or can tell you about something you forgot#or etc. like it's SUCH A COOL THING in CONCEPT but I am too socially inept generally speaking lol. which people I still talk to today are#familiar with my 'phone call once every few months' communication style. but strangers would just be like... wtf. And I don't blame them#Sure I literally cannot change the physical health + brain issues i have - but also I know enough to not put others through that lol
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the only reason why i have discord on dnd is because the discord notifs sounds make me anxious for no reason LMFAO. i also really prefer checking notifs at my own pace
#sora.txt#is this kind of weird sorry#when i get the sound i usually feel obligated to respond when i don't have it in me to AND I AM WORKING ON THAT SDKJFHK
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;psa: it's always ok to start multiple things with me, regardless of how many threads we already have going on. never feel obligated to reply in a certain order, or reply at all to ongoing stuff if you are not feeling it at any moment!
#☽ [ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴀ! | OOC]#[so you don't ever have to worry about sending in memes or asks or writing starters if we have an ongoing thread]#[you have no obligation to respond to something ongoing before starting something new]#[inspo time focus etc all play a part and i understand sometimes you need more time for more demanding threads]#[so go crazy and feel free to send / start all the new things !! :3]
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Peeling fruit for - @caesaremvehis
There were fresh fruits placed on the table. Another perplexing sign of luxury decorating a space which had only yesterday been used as their war room. With them were pitchers of water, a modest assortment of wines, and trays of meat which disguised the smell of fire and metalwork with different aromas of levity. The maps which they had used the night before had also been rolled out of the way to make room for a tapestry of Mother Ceres, and another of Mars.
Caesar had sat at the head of the table, naturally, just at the foot of his divine Father. But after an hour or so of enjoying the festivities had to excuse himself on some official business. Another headache most likely, though no one dared think it, and desperate to keep their thoughts elsewhere, his officials decided to mask the absence with a quick exchange of seats. At which point, Vulpes moved to lead the front, taking Gabban with him beneath the red god.
Conversation resumed after that, with little comment on the war, but of different recollections of home instead. Some from the southern rim, others closer to New Mexico, and all of them shared their first impressions of the growing city of Flagstaff with varying levels of praise.
It seemed to Gabban, then peeling the fruits for his princeps, that their sycophancy was more pronounced than usual, exaggerated to an absurd degree. Even without their Caesar present, the imposition of an implied authority was still at play, and moved them like mongrels dressed with civility. Sniffling, whining, and pawing at a master that wasn't even there anymore. A kind of ridiculous servility which must have long distorted the men of their memories into the beasts of burden sitting at present. Himself included.
No amount of learned politeness, however, could have disguised the predator tick of their heads as the doors swung open and all of them snapped at attention. Nor could Vulpes hide his displeasure at recognizing the young Legate and the arrival of their loyal men. The seating arrangements would have to change once more, but the fox, either annoyed or put off from the celebration with this interruption, decided it was best to leave in that instance. Better to abscond than admit weakness. Gabban began to stand until he felt the hand of his master on his shoulder.
Sede et audi.
They shared a brief glance, and he moved no more. Instead, he readjusted himself in his chair and waited for the rest of the men around him to take their places. Gabban had the useful, and awkward, advantage of ranking higher than the added troops and lower than the young official now forced to his left. For this reason, he was being used as a convenient spy by his dominus. He’d thought of refusing them, or of persuading Vulpes of some other scheme. But the conspiracies played between flanking authorities were not his to criticize, only obey.
The Legate settled down, and discussion resumed despite the obvious tensions felt among the soldiers. Though with time, and with wine, that would soon be forgotten. Gabban for his part took to peeling the fruit once more, now placing them neatly on the plate of the new lead of their party.
#.ic#.Gabban#caesaremvuehis#/You don't have to feel obligated to respond!! But I felt very inspired today and this came out!
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"You'll be surprised how bad I can hurt you if you try anything stupid."
He's not kidding. There's a dull crack as Copperhead realigns his lower jaw, snapping it back into place after a punch or three had dislocated it. A quick yawn ensures nothing had been permanently damaged but he does not attempt to bite the man again. Had Copperhead been born an ordinary human, he had no trouble believing he'd be nursing a broken jaw right about now, and understood this was no ordinary foe he was dealing with. "So I can imagine. You must be the one they call the Punisher." He responds calmly, eyeing the iconic skull emblazoned across the other man's chest. Copperhead supposes he should be grateful all he's gotten so far is a punch to the face - the things he'd heard about this man and what he did to his enemies could turn anybody's blood cold. Still, that didn't mean he'd simply give in. Copperhead had a job to do and couldn't afford to waste precious time and energy playing cat and mouse with the vigilante when a contract was still alive. The end of his tail gropes around blindly, slitted eyes fixated on that of his foe's while the end of his tail slowly wraps around the leg of a nearby wooden chair.
"But you must understand I've got no quarrel with you. You've got bigger fish to catch in this city." Copperhead remarks before the chair goes flying, in an attempt at forcing an opening between himself, Frank Castle and the closest exit.
#punishmentsdue#;; asks#I am so sorry this took a while to do!#Finally getting back into the swing of things#And ofc Copperhead does something stupid XD asdfghjkl#Love your Frank btw!!!#Just sorry it's taken a while to figure out a response#Copperhead be all “hmm yeah I suppose I deserve this guy coming after me”#“but I also got a contract to fulfill so let's make a date for another night”#Please don't feel obliged to respond to this and if there's anything I need to change just let me know!
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fyi i got sick like yesterday so you are ALL obligated to be nice to me until i feel better
#personal#to be clear this is a joke#but i actually have had a fever since sunday night and it sucks#so if you feel like putting nice things in my inbox please do! but don't feel obliged#i'll be so mad if it turns out i got covid from going to see a movie bc i literally wore a mask the whole time 😭#oh yeah also if i don't respond to your ask i'm probably asleep lmao
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@byanyan liked for a starter!
The incense that burned throughout the pet shop could nullify most odors but there was one that remained particularly pungent, enough for D to be able to pick up on it. The animals already knew; birds and beasts alike had become agitated, feathers and fur standing up on end as they hissed, growled and whined at the strange smell in the air. "Now now, settle down. I'm sure whoever it is doesn't mean us any harm." D coaxed, his voice low and soft as he ruffled T-chan's fur. T-chan, the young totetsu who in his animal form resembled an odd lamb with fangs and claws grumbled as he grumpily settled in D's arms and allowed himself to be carried while Q-chan chittered away, leading the way down the maze of corridors where their guest must have ventured down to... And that would not do. Who knows what they'd cross paths with in their injured state. D sniffed, the scent of fresh blood growing stronger as he turned the corner to see a young person, another asian to be precise. They were certainly bloodied up, though how much of it was another person's blood and how much was their own had yet to be determined. "And here I was about ready to lock up for the night. No matter though, you're quite welcome to stay if you need to lie low for a little while. I do insist on helping you treat any wounds however, mind you. It's causing quite a stir amongst my animals." T-chan growled again but D merely smiled and set him down, apparently satisfied there was nothing to worry about. He did not approach the newcomer just yet however, rather extending an arm towards them slowly as though he were dealing with a wild animal ready to snap at a moment's notice.
"Or, you could leave if you've decided you've taken a wrong turn. It's really up to you what you prefer."
#byanyan#;; starter#I hope this was okay and that I didn't take too many liberties!#Again don't feel obliged to respond if this is not for you#Was wracking my brains trying to come up with something#Just let me know if anything needs changing or you prefer something else :D
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eughhh i feel dumb
#one of my best friends is coming over and ive been ghosting them (like pretty much everyone) for a couple months#and i think im reading into it too much but it seems like shes upset with me? idkk but i don't wanna ask bc if she IS mad at me that means#we have to talk about it and im Not in the right state for that atm#she has every right to be upset just like everyone else but i really dont want her to be#both bc i love her and them and i don't want to hurt them and bc i honestly don't wanna have to answer for it#'yeah every time smth even remotely resembling obligation comes up my skin feels like it's gonna peel away from its body and scuttle away'#like. i should not be terrified of it but it's like my tendons are splitting and i can't close my fist around anything#it all just slips through my fingers. but i still feel like it's my fault#selfishly i just wish they wouldn't ever bring it up. me taking forever to respond and stuff#i don't really like being teased about it but i can't just hurt them and then ask them not to bring it up yk#even if i don't super feel in control of the whole responding and socializing and functioning thing#i am. really really burnt out i think#but i don't wanna make my friends feel guilty for wanting to be around me bc 1) thats normal 2) thats an honor 3) theyre not doing anything#wrong by like. texting me. it's not their fault it feels so bad#especially since im not telling them bc that is itself an obligation#every reminder of something i have to do has felt physically painful more and more#everything from doing dishes to answering texts to cleaning my room to reading a book my dad likes#every day there's a dozen reminders of how im letting the people i love down and it looks to them like i just don't care enough#and in reality my friends are and have always been understanding. i know that. im just getting really in my head about it rn#it's been building a lot this past year. i thought i was getting better but im just.. really stuck rn#ughh i wish i could cancel. and i hate that bc i miss her and i know she's gotta miss me too but we have to talk about the foster turtle#so i cant back out now. aughhhh it's so dumb i feel so helpless and useless every time i think about anything but what's right in front of#me. ive been running from everything much more consciously lately and it's fucking embarrassing and stupid and basically im just feeling.#really really lame. shitty ass body and shitty ass brain and i don't think anyone really believes me when i blame them and not me#i just have to trust in the goodness of my friends more than the badness of myself for hurting them. two titans clashing#ughh anyway. whatever#i wanna talk to one person in particular bc they don't really make me feel that obligation as much but then im like if i respond to them i#have to respond to everyone else. it's dumb. ugh if you read this acm im thinking of you sorry my brain is being difficult <3
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please dpnt worry ^^'
#i usually have bad days#im just complaining to get stuff off my shoulders#don't feel obligated to respond. just need a spot for my thoughts#dust talks
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My therapist says
I should talk more
So
I'll talk here
...
I miss Dave.
This year was my first birthday without him
Ever since
His death.
Oh, Dave
I wonder
If we never played that game
Would he
Would he still be here?
Oh
...
Wow
What would he think of me now
I just know
He'd say something stupid
To try and cheer me up
But
He's not here
Is he?
...
Death really is permanent, huh?
#tw death#Nobody is obligated to respond#I don't know if this made me feel any better#But it's out there#I guess
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valentibners thoyghts yesterday: i love my girlfrebd and i wish i wasn't so sleepy all the time
#hooly noises#i fell asleep in call before it even if it was 4am for her and like 3pm for me#i wiiissshhhhh i had much energy to do things for ppl i love. i would like to draw ppl things and id like to hang out#i feeeeellllll a little bit selfish all the time. i feeeeeeelllll like i rarely use what energy i have for anything other than myswlf#which you knowwwww isn't the worst thing in the world. but i feel like im always distancing myself socialllyy#because i don't respond to messages or i don't give people time or i don't let people know#---#i think when my brain found out im not technically obligated to do anything socially ever it took it too far#prioritize feeling good and going to sleep. nothing else#little bit assholish. im a little bit shittty#but i hope it's clear i still love?#sorry! im still learning. don't look at me for too long#zzz
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