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Severus Snape x Fem!Reader || Drabble
Plot: Severus finally finishes it; the painting of you - the only girl who ever kissed him. The one who didn't care; who then broke his heart and went off with another boy. // Alternatively; Sev's a glutton for punishment.
Warnings: Oh theirs a lot wrong with this picture- pardon my pun. Entrapment (literally), age difference (Technically you are the same age but you died at 17, so your painting is 17. And he's in his 30's), entitlement, self hatred, etc. Snape's a mess.
"Pingis... vivi."
With those words spoken and a waive of his hand over the canvas, the paint melded together to look 17, alive and beautiful, just the way that you did, something changes in your acrylic eyes. Something turns from fake to real. Then you blink, and shift out of the position he painted you in. You tuck hair behind your ears again, and get up off the seat he drew for you.
Snape watches in reverent silence, waiting... will it be you? Really you, or a pathetic pantomime? Will you recognise him, decades later, if you are you?
He's staring, so the girl inside the frame gives him an odd look, and turns away to ignore him- then snaps her neck back his way. Recognition in your wide eyes. "-Sev???"
"... Y/N."
"Did you make yourself an aging potion to get into the club?" You giggle, the sound better than windchimes to him. "I mean- the professors robes are kinda sexy, but I think you put in a little too much aging agent! You look- " Before Snape can speak, you're reaching forward for him-- and missing. Eyebrows furrowing, you step forward this time and try again, still reaping the same results. Its as though no matter how far you go, you don't truly get more then a foot away from your spot.
Stepping back, you look around you- left and right, seeing things that Snape can't fathom (not being a painting himself. Perhaps the scene behind you continues on, or perhaps there are long, eternal hallways. He's never cared to stop and ask any of the annoying idiots on the grand Hogwarts walls.). Still watching you carefully, he sees the exact moment that realisation dawns on you. You lower your arms, cross them over your chest, and slowly look back at him. "Sev, am I dead?... I mean- I must be. What happened??"
"Thats not important- "
"It's very important, Severus." You snap. Its not the firet time you ever cut him off, but it has been a long time since anyone did that to him. Especially not a school girl. He doesnt enjoy it; it puts a sour taste in his old mouth. "Tell me."
"It... I said it's not important." He almost gives in to you, like he used to. But he's not 17 anymore, he's a grown man and you're just a girl. "Wasnt me, anyhow, if thats what you're thinking." You will listen to him. You have to, now. With both hands on the ornamental, golden frame he encased you in like a pretty thing just to look at, he leans in towards the paint. "You listen to me, now... I brought you back. So... "
"So??"
"So that makes me your master." He hisses quickly, making your eyes narrow. What can you do about it, though?? Nothing. You can't leave. He can say whatever, he wants. "Allow me to repeat, my words. Hm? You. listen. to me."
"I don't have to do anything you say." You scowl, waiving a dismissive hand at your old friend. Your old almost. Your dodged bullet. "Severus, just disenchant the painting."
With an eye roll, Snape adjusts his thick fingers on the frame; frustration heavy in ever muscle. You're not getting it. Always so thick in the head, you were. So stubborn, so imperious.
That would have to stop.
"I... can't... "
"What do you mean you can't? Yes you can, Severus. I'm not playing a game here. Disenchant the painting right now."
"No." The one word stops you talking for a whole moment, and it's the first time Severus ever stood up to you. It feels good. So after Straightening up, letting go of the painting - of you, - , and fixing his robes; he repeats it. "No, Y/N."
A new smoke begins to floods yours wide, clear eyes, then; fear. And a dark part of Snape enjoys it. "... What do you want?"
"... What do you think?"
"I don't know, I can't understand crazy people." Anger takes fears place; anger and hatred. Just like that.
... Snape figured this would happen, so he isn't hurt. Not yet, anyway. This changed nothing; all that matters is that you're all his, now. You were always a fickle little thing, anyway.
He gives another eye roll instead of fully reacting to your crassness; beady, dark, almost-black hues almost dissapearing entirely into his forehead. "I assure you, silly girl, I'm entirely sane... " With a swish of his robes, Snape turns his back on you suddenly and moves around his room- looking for something as you watch. "Would you believe it, if I told you I... missed you?"
"Oh my god, you turned into a sad old man- didn't you? I'm not surprised." It's all you can do to him, your capter- insult him. So you will, and you'll enjoy it. "And by sad, I mean pathetic."
With a squinty-eyed scowl thrown your way, Snape pulls out a draw from his desk and sifts through it; choosing to ignore your cheap, juvenile jabs. "Well, I have missed you. You were... you were the only one, who... " You watch him pull out a framed photograph. There's no dust on it- so why was it tucked away in a drawer? He gives it a soft look for a moment, before returning to you. "You were the only one who noticed me."
Rolling your eyes across the canvas, you shake your head at him. No... "I didn't care for you, though, if that's what you're on about. I was kind to you, because you seemed like a future creep and I didnt wanna be murdered. There's a difference."
He gives a huff. So?? "Sure. Whatever." Whatever makes you happy. While you continue to glare at him, thinking of what to say next- what would pull him apart (You ended up quite good at that. Which is why, he needs you)- Severus sets down the framed photo; setting it ontop of a nearby pile of luggage facing you. It's a picture of you and him, of course. Taken by you, not so long ago. Or... quite a while ago, by the looks of Snape.
While you grimace at the picture, he takes another turn around his room and locates a little vial of potion. When you notice him approaching you, or your portrait, with it- you turn up your nose. "... what's that?"
Snape barely spares you a glance, uncorking it and ysing his thumb instead to cover the top before he shakes it up; being sure that all the ingredients are properly mkxed together. Focused on it. "Mm, just a little fail safe for myself... or you."
"What do you mean??" Eyebrows knitted together in frustrated confusion, you comb your brain for any information you had about enchanted paintings, but come up short. Severus was always a better student then you were.
"Just have to... " Severus dips a paintbrush into the vile, the brushes coming back wet with some clear liquid. "Give you one more, final, coat. And... " The feeling of being painted over is cold, but not wet. More like a cold chill that leaves you feeling bare and exposed for a few moments. Snape paints over your entire scene, from both of the top corners to the both of the bottom corners. When he's finished, you look around to see if anything different... and find nothing. What did he do?? "You should be... safe."
"...- safe!?"
"Stuck." He amends, raising his brows as if to say 'what are you going to do about it?'.
Him saying that gives you a very bad feeling and you immediacy move- attempting to leave the scene just like you've seen all the paintings in Hogwarts do. Weave in and out of different works, like a ghost.
But the moment you try and leave the frame, you bang right into an invisible force like a wall. A gasp springs from you, as you step back and reach forward to touch it. It feels solid like brick. With incensed eyes, you whip your head around to glare at Snape. "... of all the cruel things. You're trapping me here!??"
"Its- "
"You bring me back from, what was quite possibly peace, and make me look at your ugly face for the rest of eternity!? How is that fair!"
"Oh don't throw a tantrum. No need for dramatics, you little twit. You won't be here for an eternity." He rolls his eyes upwards, pursing his lips and shaking his head at you like you're just a silly little girl. "The paint'll dry and flake off, long before that."
"So, what then?? How long?"
"Just... " For the first time since he enchanted the painting, Snape's eyes find yours. "Until... "
"-Until??" You narrow your eyes some more and set your hands firmly on your hips; waiting expectantly for an explanation. What you punishment here was, exactly.
"Until... " He could tell you the truth, he thinks. The whole truth. About Dumbledore and the Lord, and Lily... you couldnt go and tell anyone. Not even if someone came in here looking for secrets, you wont come alive for anyone else but him. He was quite good at potions. "I feel... " Until he's atoned. Until you've punished him well enough. Until he feels better. "-until I'm no longer lonely, Y/N." He finally says quickly, lying. He can't help it. Maybe one day he can tell you, but he can't bring himself to say any of it- not just yet.
The responce gives you pause, anyway. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to... what? Feel sorry for him??
"And you chose me, to fill your sad pathetic void, Severus??
Oh, you are going to be sorry you brought me back Sev. You're stuck with me now, and I am going to make your life hell."
"... good." Thank you.
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april fools is over so now im going to be slash srs instead of slash j. im going to post a little excerpt from one of the oc writing practices ive been doing :) again im not super experienced for a variety of reasons but im doing my best here.
but im going to try and put my self conciousness to the side (thats probably an important part of the practice too, right?) since this isnt final version either way, i can just say im sharing a WIP! so for now it will go the way of most of my other oc stuff..... under the cut
the only context you need is that this would be the opening scene for the story. if i post others i'll have to give more context bc most of them are taken from the middle of something. anyway here goes:
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“I love you
I've loved you since the beginning
From when you were only stardust
To when you will rejoin the stars
When everyone will be together again
Understand, you don’t simply live in the universe
You are part of it, taking on a form uniquely alive
You are the universe giving love back to itself
I love you so much”
“Wait!!!”
A lone girl jolts awake, crying a plea into the empty air. Tears stream down her cheeks, as she calls for someone she doesn't know. Her heart aches with a nameless yearning that fades with the memory of her dream. Still, against her will, the emotions linger. A profound sense of love consumes her, an agonizing, grieving love, meant for her. She sighs and wipes away her tears. It was an absurd dream, a ridiculous notion.
As her conscious mind clears, she takes in her surroundings; a forest drowned in the pale blue light of dawn. Her sleeping bag, now encased in dew, was laid on the cold grass. She sits for a while, gazing at the faint sliver of the rising sun’s glow with an indistinct expression, and eventually stands up.
The lone girl begins her daily routine by braiding her hair. With a wave of her hand, she freezes dew on a rock, creating herself a mirror. Her fingers carefully weave her brown locks into a braid, now adorned with a snowflake clip and a scarlet ribbon. She throws on a long blue half-skirt over her shorts, matching her shirt. She forces on a pair of black boots and cuffs on her arm. Lastly, she grabs a moon-themed spear, and she's ready for the day.
Before setting off, she made sure to pack all her belongings, including her numerous hand-drawn maps and a compass. However, she also stops to look into the bag deeper, foolishly expecting to find something new. Instead, she only sighs, "Still no food."
She puts on the backpack and trudges forward anyway, ignoring the hunger pains as best she can. She hums to keep herself distracted.
As she walks, the trees tower above her, shrouding the horizon and taunting her. Birds occasionally fly into view, but seem to disappear in an instant. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her.
The lone girl scribbles on her maps, trying to record a labyrinth of identical tree trunks and twisted paths. This proves useless, as this elliptical forest has her going in circles. Exasperated, she fidgets with her compass, only to see the needle is frantically twitching around. She presses it gently to her forehead and quietly complains, “Don't tell me you're broken…”
Her train of thought was cut short by the sudden sound of running water, so loud she can’t fathom how she’s only now begun to hear it. She decided to put off one problem for another. Following the sound through some shrubs, she quickly finds the source.
Her spear at the ready, she approaches the stream. Scanning its depths for signs of fish, she walks cautiously. Her posture was awkward, her expression was uncertain, betraying her lack of experience. She held her spear to her chest with both arms as she encroached the water’s edge.
She inhales in preparation, removes her skirt and boots, and enters the water with slow, careful steps. The very surface of the stream begins to freeze as it makes contact with her skin. Tiny, thin crystals of ice form as she steps further in. Breathing deeper, as she tries to control the frost, she makes her way to the center of the stream. She stands waiting for fish.
Rather than throwing her spear to hunt, like the intended purpose, she stabs at the water. She’s not good at this, however, and only ends up scaring other potential prey away. She makes several attempts at this but is unsuccessful each time. Refusing to quit, her repeated strikes become more desperate and uncoordinated with each failure. Her growing frustration only makes the water freeze deeper, eventually solidifying around her legs. She yelps, now in a panic, and begins to frantically stab at the ice to free herself.
A mess.
Escaping this ordeal, the lone girl abandons any further attempt at fishing. It probably isn't her calling anyway. She trudges on, lost, wet, cold, and hungry.
She looks at her compass again, her face reflecting in its glass. “You're broken,” she tiredly states, as she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.
“No! No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry Polaris,” The lone girl, Polaris, reassures herself, “Last time you cried you froze your eyelids shut, and that really hurt,” She whines aloud.
Polaris takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks, and swallows her tears. She elects to follow the river, her only hope of escape, pursuing the promise of a village just beyond this enigmatic forest. She daydreams of a warm meal in a cozy restaurant, and maybe a cold desert too. A glimmer of determination returns to her stride, as she continues her hum from before.
#hi#finn's ocs#i dont know if ill make a writing tag of any kind im still wavering on it#and again its a wip its a draft of a draft and all that#but i did my best for what it is! even if itll be changed later#i tried to avoid exposition abt the powers in this part. thatll come up later in a convo w saiph so its more clear Why#but hopefully the fact that shes just freezing stuff just establishes that there is somekinda power/magic system even w/o details yet idk!#i wont be posting that any time soon tho. its from the same sort of chunk of writing but not as polished as the Polaris Forest Failure Comp#(spoilers for if i post more ig?) this idiot doesnt know shes in the forest that makes you lost lol#but yeah i tried. ok bye
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empty locket
i think i found it, squirrelled it away. noticed it's glimmer from a curb or pile of leaves, and added it to my collection of junk.
maybe i stole it from somewhere, was called to it and slipped it into my pocket. a nasty habit i picked up as a 14 year old girl, lipgloss and earrings. bras and jeans. someday ill kick it, not today.
but somehow this locket came into my possession, golden and cheap. it took me a month to figure out how to open it, to figure out it could even open. it had a little space for me to put something important. something special. a picture maybe. whatever it was, it was made for lovers.
i could never decide which photo of you to put inside. which smile i wanted to encase, keep safe and sound against my chest. which gentle eyes, messy hair, pink lips and dimples. which kiss in the morning, which anniversary day trip, which midnight conversation. there were too many moments, to pick one would be to leave the others behind. everything was important to me. i think thats part of my problem, thats i have never been able to let anything go. not a single moment forgotten, a tiny detail unscrutinized. i would describe myself as passionate, but i think this is more than that. i feel everything so deeply and in all of my bones. if a picture of you in a locket felt like a mountain to climb, imagine how i am now, with the choice youve given me.
so it stayed empty. and in my empty bed i finally think of something to put inside.
we are sitting in the basement of your house. ive only been there a few times, all of it feels brand new. book titles and authors your mother loved, boxes of dolls and old furniture stacked on the wall, an orange rug. a partition splits the room, youll tell me it wasnt always there, this used to be a flat. your brother lived down here. your whole life is a secret you are slowly telling to me, some lies are mixed in but i dont mind. its cold, the beginning of winter. i have my icey feet tucked under me to avoid the concrete floors, its uncomfortable but im too scared to move. im worried youll realise how late its gotten. every second feels like an eternity but im terrified, frozen still and silent. finally, you tell me you want to kiss me.
it is the first good thing i have ever held, the first good thing i ever got to touch. i was so incredibly alone. i know i dont have to tell you but my life before that night was ugly and sad. so i held onto that memory for far too long, and far too tightly. crushed it in my hands like plasticine, stretched it out so thin it lasted me two whole years. i have revisted it, examined it, relived and retouched it so often that someday when im old and gray it will be the only thing left.
i am putting that memory in my locket. i will keep it safe and hidden. i will not look at it anymore. the locket will live in my collection where it belongs. it will always be special to me, and you will too. but i cant hold you anymore. at least this way i can keep it safe.
#wlw poetry#breakup poetry#wlw poem#breakup poem#love poem#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#poems and poetry#spilled poetry#poets on tumblr#poetic#writers and poets#poetry#breakup#wlw love#love poetry
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I am asking about your elf biology headcannons.
-Mod Riz (also Mod Adaine)
RIPS MY SHIRT OPEN YES OFFC.
- High elves are effectively split into two .. lil subclasses . Ancient elves and modern elves. (Shown below) since elves are effectively immortal i image older elves looking VERY VERY ancient n fae like, very monster like. But thru things like arraigned marriges happening for decades, most of these traits have been sniped out. N thats where u get the modern elf.
- the abernant family comes from a longgg line of carefully selected parings to produce more magically inate children, so her parents look down on acient elf features n preffer things like short cropped ears, and theyd chastise aelwyn n adaine for doing things like hissing n growling
- Adaine is the "ugly duckling" of her family n she got alllll the recessive ancient elf genes passed down to her, which is why shes more Creature than the rest of her family.
- at the start of freshmen year adaines ears were extremely floppy as the cartridge in them is really only at the base, she cant rlly emote w em bc of that, shed tie them up n a pony tail (like how people do w dachshunds) but w out her parents shes less ashamed of them n lets them flop around
- when in deep deep mediation and trancing (as long as they are stationary) elves will naturally begin to grow plants on them, just due to their inate connection to magic.
- this actually happened to aelwyn while in captivity, her right arm n face were slowly being consumed by the tree her orb was on. At the end of it her arms was completely encased n wood n her face had a tree branch coming out like a antler, this healed over time but the process was very slow, like when people whittle down wood and physical therapy to regain strength.
- nictitating membrane like n my last doodle!
- elves r very naturally nible n flexible to a supernatural extent (as show by telemain n adaine)
- fabians hair is naturally pink n this is bc of high elf genes, their hair is actually vvv important to elves as it acts as a natural conductor for their magic, also their tails (but fabian has a lil short one
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been thinking about 1031 recently as well just because i enjoy her as an oc but shes also one of those ocs i consider an untouchable because shes encased in the time i made her and her story that id feel really weird using her for anything else
her name isnt 1031 but rather thats the name of the story, but i call her 1031 for ease and because she lacks any name in-canon and isnt reffered to as anything besides that girl and her. the entire story is that a teenage seth wewason lost his sister aria to suicide a year prior, and now he himself is struggling with the same thoughts, but when he goes to the roof of his highschool he finds a stranger (1031) already there who cryptically talks to him over multiple days about his feelings and the contemplation of suicide
the jest of the story is about the state of suicide prevention in the united states and especially the care (or lack thereof) for suicidal children; seth is easily disregarded by his peers, and his school lacks the safety or care to keep him from continuously returning to the dangerous school roof
and 1031 herself is an ambivalent mystery; she easily parrots the dangerous ideas that children are taught about their emotions, that if something is wrong in your life you should simply look at what positives there are and think about those less fortunate than you, essentially the ''someone always has it worse'' argument. she uses other's feelings against him, telling him how his sister hurt him leaving him behind so to imagine how much he'll hurt others leaving as well, scaring him away on the first couple of days
but later, when seth starts really getting to the root of his own suffering and misery, 1031 turns the other way; she talks about how theyre often told to think of others instead of themselves when theyre miserable, yet so very few of those same people are willing to help in the hour of their need, that the root of the suffering is tossed away and instead their emotions are dictated by the loss it creates; the loss of a student, the loss of an employee, the loss of the person who does the laundry. the life of a child is dictated by their usefulness and what will happen when thats lost, and so the child's emotions are put on the backburner. Rarely does the system want to deal with the problem of suicidality, and simply worries about the loss it'll create not because a person's life is important, but because the loss of profit and blame that will be put on them
1031 herself is an enigma in her story as well as to what she is; she could entirely be Seth's imaginative conscious, that constricts when in the grip of suicidality and thus only sees the two options of suffering or die, or she herself could just be another child forgotten by the system due to her own suffering, or maybe an angel sent by god to either lure seth to the other side or push him back for as long as possible. or perhap she is just a creation of suicidal herself, the conflicting emotion of wanting to be saved from the suffering but unable to see anything beyond the options of dying or suffering. it's never explained and nothing is clarified about her existence, beyond the fact that she can seemingly ''jump'' and disappear before seth's eyes yet appear again the very next day unharmed.
the ending of the story itself is left up in the air, as ultimately i didnt want to end a story with the idea that something can ever change the greater problem that is being suicidal; talking to someone wont save seth permanently, having a religious revelation or ''successfully'' arguing with your own consciousness doesnt suddenly make you well again; seth and 1031's time together is just a brief few days in what could very well be a lifelong struggle for seth, and no one person has the answer to it all, not seth or 1031 and whatever she may be. the suffering of kids is an ongoing problem that has not been dealt with because it is part of the greater society we live in, of a death-fearing, disability-fearing, apathetic individualistic society that refuses children their right to their emotions, their pain, their lives. a child's sadness is seen as lesser or unimportant because of the idea that children do not deal with important things, and are not important people on society, so seth and 1031 are in a stalemate at two children simply trying to deal with the unending suffering they are going through with no help from others, the system, the adults they are told have all the answers, etc. seth and 1031 are ultimately just holding onto each other at the edge because the safety net refuses to be put up because a building's aesthetic value is higher than the life of a child, and theres no way to simply fix it in a day. so 1031 is always around on that rooftop waiting for the next person, and the next person, and she herself stays up there and waits, because nobody ever does for her what she does for others
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VITA NOVA - A self portrait piece I made last year for My Plastic Heart’s “Pride in art” show in NYC!
Each piece includes a resin figure and origami heart encased in an acrylic blister bubble mounted on a 6”x9” cardback with holographuc back. Signed and numbered edition of 5.
One of my favorite and most personal pieces to date, I don’t often delve into such important subject matter, but the opportunity to be included in this show was too good to waste on something cheap or vapid. Vita Nova is latin for “new life”, and thats a sentiment I can certainly relate to as a trans woman.
#transgender#lgbt#mtf girl#mtf trans#sculpture#artists on tumblr#custom action figures#resin art#resintoys#resincraft#designertoys#designer toys#art toy#art toys#transgirl#pride#lgbt art#self portrait
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long story short: some dude with cool eyebrows wanted an army of supersoldiers to take over the world, he kidnapped the greatest scientist of our generation so the scientist would make him said army. the scientist would experiment on animals like enhancing their intelligence and fighting prowess and the like. I guess kangaroos ended up being the most successful outcome bc thats what we got in the game(s), after strapping boxing gloves to a bunch of mutated kangaroos, the scientist and his team took dna from bugs encased in amber and basically cloned a velociraptor out of that, they also gave him boxing gloves. the velociraptor ended up as the rival of the kangaroo you play as in tekken 2 and down the line became the step-dad of his son because the kangaroo is kind of a shit father and husband
this is an EXTREMELY important plot point of tekken lore because, to provide the scientist with animals to experiment on, the eyebrow guy ended up on a watchlist for smuggling rare animals (of which he was guilty) and the world wide animal protection association sent an agent to investigate his ass. anyway eyebrow guy and the agent had a son together, and that son became kiiinda the protagonist of the 6 following games. I love tekken lore
theres two kangaroos (three if you count the baby) and a velociraptor. they all wear boxing gloves
COOL, WHY ARE THERE KANGAROOS AND A VELOCIRAPTOR IN TEKKEN
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When does Attack on Titan S4 come out again? I feel like it's soon.
#note this was made on the 6th of december#encase thats important#but in all seriousness its making me sad that its ending#like we really gonna be finding out how it all ends huh#we're really gonna know who lives#who dies#who tells their story#we'll see it all#live feel and breathe it all#Yeah yeah yeah I'm#this isnt olay#im not okay anymore#I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO LET GO#BUT I KNOW ILL HAVE TO#AND THATS STARTING TO HURT LIKE HELL
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so while britishsass and others have been writing some good stuff for bobby and helmut swap au ive been trying to think of some stuff for my interpretation, so im gonna jot down mental world stuff
Bob:
sensory overload as in causing a shutdown instead of hyperactivity
Mote of Light form is a little plant bulb
quiet place is less a spacey puddle and more a little hovel/hole to hide away in. a hole that crumbles away on the floor or side is the way out into the level (memory vault is good and buried, at the start anyways)
the world looks like it was a vibrant forest, but everything's covered in a coat of glass, or is it ice? evocative of pompeii
the sky above almost looks like it's also encased in glass - when really, its the whole world that's encased - it's a snowglobe! or more thematically fitting a terrarium, but it might as well be a snowglobe with everything frozen
that doesn't mean the world isnt lively tho - frozen parts of the landscape shift and twirl, they glow with eery lights, some reminicent of something being carried on tracks. even of perhaps specifically brains being hauled through a constant loop (tho theres no brains actually there - who knows whats there). traversing the tracks is a good way to get between areas.
the bulb needs time and space to process the world again on his own terms so the goal is to get him planted in the ground again, familiarize himself with the soil then the world above and so on. get back to himself without being overloaded with everything at once
hey hey hold on though, don't plant him there in the frosty soil - that's no good for a summer bulb. he has a lot of gardening tips thru the level, some helpful, some not so much, but this one is important
frozen ice sculptures of old memories, stuck in the wrong places, need to be moved so areas can thaw
thawing all the frozen places is the goal, but once it's complete all the melted ice threatens to cause a flood, triggering bad memories, and a retreat to the quiet place
when the flood is dealt with (idk how!), the bulb can finally be planted and take root.
grows into a big flower/tree that towers over the rest of the world landscape, maybe even breaking through the snowglobe glass. it gives a new perspective on things. the huge icey forest was really a small flower garden that's now entering spring
raz meets a fully reformed projection of bob up at the top
he still needs some time alone but he can come back down once he's ready now. thanks
no thoughts on npcs/psychic 7 equivalents... britishsass has the flower objectheads and that's delightful so i feel thats already covered. maybe different gardening tools? lol
Helmut
raz enters his mind and ends up in a small boat with helmut. it's maybe a canoe, maybe a life boat, the important thing is its small and it sucks but its the only refuge in this nasty storm surrounding them on all sides
helmut says he got lost trying to fix something, and now he's honed in on his time bubble power to keep the spot he's stuck in calm - a man-made eye of the storm
raz asks to learn the time bubble power and offers to help guide the boat to safer shores - helmut isn't optimisitic abt their prospects but he admires the kid's determination.
there are no signs of solid land, only debris and flotsam of a much bigger boat that coalesces into explorable areas they can dock at
similarly few thoughts on how npcs would work, maybe something something music
raz finds stage props and costume pieces, but most importantly things he can use to modify the boat and make it able to weather the storm a little easier
he gives the props and costume pieces to helmut when he gets back to the boat, which reminds him of good times. Helmut gets more optimistic abt their prospects as the level progresses, starts acting like his old self again
helmut doesnt feel like he's allowed to remember the good times though, so once the end is near and a real sandy shore is in sight a boss fight manifests - something representative of not moving on and wallowing in despair because it feels unfair to live life when the people you wanted to spend it with are dead or gone
ram the modified ship into the bossfight like ursula at the end of the little mermaid 👏
once raz leaves helmut's mind its the first time you see irl helmut wearing his classique knitted beanie
he can use his time bubble to fix the astrolathe, which previously had bits and pieces blinking in and out of existance because time got kinda fucked up around it
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METRU AND MATA AND MAHRI CAUGHT IN A STUPID CYCLE OF "CERTAINLY YOU KNOW MORE THAN ME (WRONG)"
the lhikan-krika yuri situation is. so fucking funny despite being doomed by the narrative. Lhikan is an old lass in an important political/religious position with a young child and adopted son whos now a toa and shes taken on the responsibility of the other five who are also now toa and she turns once and one of the makuta's children (Chirox) fucking werebeasts them so shes already going to explode. and then ANOTHER of the children of makuta (Krika) just rolls by and decides oh these are mine now and Lhikan is like NO PUT THEM DOWN THOSE ARE MY KIDS and Krika just refuses so now Lhikan has to drag her along too. and on the way to handle everything Krika becomes genuinely impressed with her and bonds with her so much that shes devastated by her death and takes care of her sons as though they were her own. and its mutual btw.
sometimes a family is just a woman, her biological son, the apprentice/babysitter she adopted, his five nosy ass sort-of-friends whom she also sort-of-adopted, and the animal-like demigoddess of child rearing born of the god of darkness, i guess!
Krika, Vakama, Jaller and Lhikan are like. cursed tbh. to constantly lose each other. Lhikan reads in the stars that "one of the mask maker's ilk" will die to protect a loved one and since the only two mask makers in this group are her and Vakama she goes on this journey knowing she's never coming back to see Jaller and first thing she does is instruct him to forgive Vakama when he comes back for everything that might happen because of him so that they will at least have each other to share the grief with. she asks Krika to come back to the city of the mask makers with the metru so that the kids will have someone they love and trust to take care of them. Vakama, upon realizing that outside of the trance theyre becoming encased in statues, asks Tahu to find Jaller and Krika and take care of them for him, and upon being freed his first thought is to see his little brother again, almost fainting when he discovers he's been taken by the sea. Jaller is terrified of having to fight Krika in case she's now an enemy of the toa not for her power but because she's the only family he knows he hasn't lost yet. When he sees Vakama (who he thought was never going to return from the trance) again he bursts into tears. Krika prowls endlessly the sea shore and the ruined portion of the city restlessly calling for her drowned child and searching for the other six's burial place to no avail - and yet she ends up being the one having to leave them when her parent is lethally wounded, mere days after having all of them back in her arms.
in only slightly less depressing news, the rest of the Mahri and Metru also knew each other :) they werent family but the latter were the former's cool loser older friends. and OH YEAH KOPAKA ONUA N LEWA ARE SUPER CONFUSED WHEN THEY GRAB THE METRU TO BRING EM OUT AND THE TERRIFYING DAUGHTER OF MAKUTA POUNCES THEM AND THEY ARENT EVEN AFRAID. GALI POHATU N TAHU EVEN MORE BC THEY WERENT THERE TO HEAR THE LORE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS YOUR MOM
the metru are slightly aged actually! they could still age while encased but did so much more slowly, so they look slightly older than the mahri. it still fucks em over to see their lil lads all grown up and themselves old. matau uses that as a humorous distraction for whenua from his panicking when he's thawed out and his earth brother launches himself over him as soon as he gives signs of Not Being Deceased but yea. its wild
Hello! This is my main blog! (I'm legend-as-old-as-time.)
So, I've got a favorite. But the other two AUs also fascinate me. I'd love to know what the story is for your G3 of Bionicle? What's the atmosphere like?
BLASTS MY THOUGHTS DIRECTLY INTO YOUR BRAIN TO EXPLAIN THEM FASTER AND POSSIBLY BETTER THAN THROUGH WORDS
as mentioned i have a post in drafts thats meant to be like. a vague skeleton of thoughts and ideas and shit that ive talked about to and with @cantankerouscanuck, mainly introducing the various character groups n the environment slightly, but it does NOT touch on the story much (more the backstory and again only vaguely) so GREAT QUESTION LET ME TELL YOU
thinking of like uhhhh diving this in like. cartoon seasons but old school ones yknow, so LONG ones bc oh boy ADVENTURES
Season 1 starts with that Classic Bionicle Beginning of the toa mata crashlanding on the archipelago of Okoto each on a different island not knowing what the Fuck to do and being welcomed in the villages. like in g2 theyre first tasked with finding some golden relics but instead of being accompanied by the protectors/village elders they go with the local Weird Kids (the chronicler's company) who were the first people they actually met; getting the things lets them reach the island of the mask makers and meet Ekimu (and takua!!!! his apprentice!!!!!!!) and theyre like "so what do we do with these btw" and ekimu looks at the pieces and goes. FUCK
TURNS OUT THOSE RELICS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GOLDEN MASKS BUT SOME MF JUST BROKE THEM INTO PIECES and wouldnt you fucking believe it it was the Children Of Makuta, the spirit of death and animals and darkness, who live each on one of the islands except spiriah the baby of the family who roams around bothering literally everybody and ofc dont want the toa to reawaken the Great Spirit whom their parent put to sleep, AND SO BEGINS THE FETCH QUEST OF THE OTHER FIVE PIECES OF EACH MASK WHILE FIGHTING OFF THESE FREAKS OF NATURE WHO ARE TRYING TO EAT THEM AND BUILDING CONNECTIONS BETWEEN THEMSELVES & EKIMU & TAKUA N HIS POSSE & THE VILLAGERS AND SLOWLY BECOMING A PROPER TEAM N FAMILY which is why they need to be many episodes. i will fucking recreate almost verbatim the tale of the mask kopaka-pohatu story because its already perfect and you will Fucking See It if i have to Kill For It
closes off with a cliffhanger after getting all the masks: during an ambush by Mutran Gali gets dragged off into the sea between the islands to get crushed by the water pressure but whats this??, the pressure suddenly lifts enough to let her breathe as she loses consciousness while strange silhouettes drive off the child of Makuta and catch her in his stead, sinking deeper...
S2 starts off by quickly catching up to the rest of the toa who are SHITTING THEIR FUCKING SELVES ABOUT THEIR WATER-BREATHING SISTER APPARENTLY DROWNING BEFORE THEM
tahu and pohatu decide to look for her in a ball of tempered glass while kopaka, onua and lewa hurry back to ekimu to tell him what happened. back to gali, she awakens to a bunch of... toa???? who know her and her brothers???? personally, apparently????? three of them are like super mad at them for leaving them during their time of need??????? what the FUCK are you people talking about. who are u. how are you breathing under water. why is tHERE A WHOLE FUCKING CITY UNDER THE WATER-
ENTER: THE TOA MAHRI. as it slowly turns out inbetween rounds of beating the shit out of sapient polyamorous seafood that keeps trying to nibble the villagers and the air bubble domes for their crops, they were TRAINED by the mata a few hundreds years ago and were fighting off the cataclysm that broke the continent of okoto into islands and sunk the city of Iniri into the sea together with them before they just Fucking Left, Apparently - which ofc they didnt do for no reason but they essentially got shoved back into the stars against their will. this rightfully rattles the shit out of the mata because What Do You Mean We Have Been Here Before. What Do You Mean You Had Records Of Us Being Here Even Earlier Than That. How Many Times Have We Done This. How Many Times Have We Discovered Kinship And Affection And Had That Stripped Away From Us. I Think I'm Going To Throw Up
while theyre handling THAT they also fill in the mahri on whats been going on and the mahri go oh shit, the great spirit is in a coma and the children of makuta are against you??? bro those guys are super powerful theyve got Crabs, you cant fight em alone. but also if we try to leave the sea the water pressure Will Fucking Destroy Us, so they figure out a way to get out of there and back up and jaller is super anxious bc his mom might be there but like... based on what they said... she might be evil... he doesnt wanna fight her... shes the only family he still has...
S3 AND WE GO BACK TO SEE WHAT KOPAKA ONUA AND LEWA ARE DOING, and theyre off searching the more ruined parts of the city of the mask makers on takua's suggestion - these are the parts of the city that werent very lucky during the cataclysm and are now sacred ground prowled by Krika, daughter of Makuta
at last they find a strange underground chamber with six breathing statues, which, of course, freaky; they manage to thaw one and out tumbles a toa (?) who immediately recognizes onua and starts talking to him excitedly (??) saying that its so good to see him in person for the first time (???) and asking him about the continent (????) and being genuinely distraught that they dont know who he is. same reactions from the other five toa that also get thawed out. ok something is Clearly Amiss pls explain
its time for LOMN...... 2!!!!!! where we learn from vakama abt how Lhikan, who previously filled in ekimu's position, finds out theres Some Shit going down with the great spirit and makuta and tries to call the mata, who however get stuck due to the aformentioned Some Shit. as such she picks out six lads in the city of the mask makers and bestows masks upon them to make them become toa, but on their way to handle the current problem they get werebeast'd and Krika goes oh? free kids? free kids for me? and Lhikan goes NO but its too late. they already have joint custody of the metru. and might be blossoming a lesbian romance but unfortunately due to lhikan being lhikan i have to kill her to protect vakama, leaving krika with him AND his little brother jaller who will inherit lhikan's mask. the metru figure out the way to get the mata in this case is to attempt to contact them themselves, which they manage to do by entering a trance that however slowly turns them into statues: in this trance they are able to speak and train the mata, who also promise to free them once the whole situation is handled
CONSIDERING THE CATACLYSM HAPPENED AND THEY GOT SHOT BACK IN THE SKY AND GOT AMNESIA YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT PROMISE KIND OF WENT TO SHIT
anyways thats A Lot as you can imagine and the time to process it is Not Much bc the other three mata and the mahri are here and (after a round of MASSIVE HUGS for the metru and mahri reuniting and also the metru and Krika) theyve got a plan to beat the shit out of makuta
problem: the children of makuta have realized this is happening and decided to break out The Crabs to beat the shit out of THEM
mahri, metru and krika (and the chronicler's company much to everybody else's heart attacks) hold them off while the mata manage to fight against makuta after being briefly overwhelmed, uniting their powers to uh. Kill Him. which! IS NOT ACTUALLY GOOD. YOU KNOW. BALANCE AND ALL THAT. makuta is saved in the end by The Great Fucking Spirit who wakes up just in time to stop the mata before they murder his brother
the mata awaken before the Great Spirit and after a moment of "where are we? who are you? why didn't you let us kill makuta?" and getting their answers, they realize OH FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO PUT US IN THE STARS AGAIN? AND GIVE US AMNESIA? FUCK YOU YOURE NOT TAKING OUR FRIENDS AND SIBLINGS FROM US
Great Spirit, lovingly: ok :)
and tahu wakes up to ekimu working at the forge and none of his siblings around and he Shits His Pants, but ekimu quickly reassures him that everythings good and its been like, maybe a day or two since they managed to reawaken the Great Spirit. his siblings woke up before him and are probably down at the beach, and Makuta got driven off, all of his children following suit to take care of him, krika included. the mahri and the metru are catching up on the mata's tales from the chronicler's company. things are fine. they wont be like this forever, ekimu tells tahu, but they dont have to live in fear every second of their lives. rest a while. go see your siblings.
and it ends with the mata having a very sweet nap pile on the beach because they FUCKING deserve it after TWO whole generations ending with them not getting to just fucking sleep after EVERYTHING THEY GO THROUGH EVERY TIME
as you can see i have. Enormous Holes in this and theres things i havent explained and stuff (like how i unfortunately had to sacrifice hewkii x macku due to a Very Big age difference but they are still a power pair, just in this case its like older cousin acting as a mentor to the worlds most bloodthirsty weird little girl) but yes. have this. for now. please keep asking questions i love you
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My promise to you
Soft! Steve rogers x gn! Reader
Like really fluffy in my opinion
Warnings: none
Wc: 1,416 words.
Unedited for the most part
I shared my prompt idea with my internet bestie and they made their own to the idea of "you took it off?" But with peter in little space instead and you should go check it out here, its super cute!!
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Back in the very beginning of your relationship with steve, within the first few month he had given you a necklace, one dogtag with his info and the other with the date you two got together, leaving open space for future important dates, along with rubber silencers around them in your favorite color, all upon a normal clamp shut necklace. He had done this because every time he would have to leave for a mission you would place a kiss to his main tag and than to his lips, so as a promise of devotion and him being there even when he couldn't be around he gave you a piece of himself.
That was three years ago and since that day you hadnt taken em off for anything other than to clean them and usually that was only five minutes at the most.
Today however you were going to go grocery shopping so to get two things done at once you took them off washed them and hopped into the shower while they soaked, when you got out you went and took them from the soak bowl and placed them on a rag to dry, discarding the bowl in the sink and made your way back to the room to get ready.
You would never had left them there if you knew steve was coming home but today of all days he came home early to suprise you.
When he stepped into the well sized apartment to radio silence it didn't strike him as alarming, youre probably just asleep, he had thought to himself. Making his way to the kitchen for a snack and drink he thought of messaging you but decided otherwise to keep it as a suprise.
As he passed the island to go to the fridge the light shining in through the window caused a glint of a reflection from the counter, his curiosity peaked at the moment he goes to look at what was causing the distrbance.
When he saw clearly that it was your necklace he felt his heart drop, this cant be happening, i haven't been distant have i? He monologs to himself, his heartrate starts picking up and his eyes well with tears and he hurriedly makes his way to the room begging by chance you are still here under the circumstances in his head.
He opens the door to see you in a tank top and jeans about ready to grab a shirt, your hoodie of choice splayed out on the bed Where'd you go by fort minor playing quietly from your phone with you humming along, this is bad this is really bad, he thinks hes hurt you, upset you but he has no idea how.
You turn around quickly when you hear the door hit the wall bumper, when you see steve your heart feels like its fluttering, hes early just for you, but instantly your fluttering heart drops and the room feels bitter and cold.
Hes crying, hes only cried four times infront of you around others he lives in the persona of captain America but around you he is that small frail preseurum steve, you reach for him but he flinches back.
"Stevie whats wrong, you can tell me" you ease forward slowly sitting on the bed,
"y-you took em off, did i do something? I can make it up to you, please let me make it up to you" he rambles out hands trembling, and thats when you notice in his clenched fists near his chest, the chain to your necklace, the necklace hes never seen you take off.
It hits you than, he think hes done something wrong, he thinks youre leaving him, you open your arms for him and hesitantly obliges as you stand up to hug him, he wraps his arms tightly around you, a sob buckling from his chest, you pull back just enough to look slightly up at him, you move your hand to grab his tags that are around his neck and while maintaining eye contact you place a gentle kiss to them and encase them in a closed fist and than standing on your toes you place a following kiss to his delicate lips, still damp from the tears that had run down his face.
"Im not going anywhere sweetheart, im here to stay" he nods in acceptance pushing his forhead to yours "i took it off to clean it, i do it every three months" you finish your reassurance by shifting your head enough to touch your nose to his. "Im sorry for assuming" he murmurs "its okay hun, i understand why".
You give him a few more kisses, smiling in the embrace and than pulling away, "would you like to be the one to put them back on me?", his face lights up and you take that as your cue to turn around.
He kisses the nape of your neck and follows with delicate hands putting the open chain around your neck and clamping it shut, the necklace falling against your chest, you look down with a grin spread across your features, turning around you look back up at him, he pulls your tags up and places a kiss upon them and leaning in to leave a soft kiss to your forehead, "thank you, i love you so much".
After that fiasco you invited him to come grocery shopping with you and he had agreed, once home and everything being put away you cuddled up on the couch and enjoyed the rest of the day filled with kisses, getting a little heated around dusk but nothing more than making out.
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The next few days went by on like normal, him training at the tower after going for his morning run and going over the plans for their upcoming mission in a couple weeks to stop another hydra attack.
You going about your days working and meeting up with your boss to see if you could leave an hour early, she agreed to let you go and do what you needed as they are overstaffed today, you thank her profusely and explain what you wanted to do.
You make your way out and to your car to go to kay jeweler's to pick up your order.
You get there within 36 minutes and are out in less than 5, its a hefty purchase but you put it on your personal card so he wont know what you're up to.
You shoot him a text, "hey love ill be a little late getting home but not longer than an hour, lets stay in tonight" and go on your merry way picking up a bottle of champagne and getting takeout from your favorite oriental place.
You step into the house and shake your jacket off "im home" you announced, making your way to the kitchen grabbing to champagne glasses and finding your place on the couch, he walks in from your shared bedroom and places a kiss to your cheek before settling next to you on the couch, leaning his head on your shoulder with a soft stevie smile that fills your heart with joy, "whats all this" he points to what you brought,
"Its staying in with my love" you coo.
After a couple glasses each and finishing your food you settle down to watch a movie but before doing so you turn your body towards him, and with no words you pull his left hand to you and place a dark grey almost black ring with an inset garnet band on his ring finger, you look at him, his eyes are glossy and filled with absolute adoration.
"A promise ring, because im not going anywhere and want you to remember that" you smile.
He looks between you and the ring and than tackles your smaller frame in a hug, his head buried in you sholder and his chest ontop of yours, you run your hands up and down his back, "thank you, i dont know where id be without you" he purrs against your skin, you two stay like that for the night, cuddled up together occasionally exchanging sweet passionate kisses and words of affirmation and endearment.
What he would do just to live in this moment where your heart takes his and treats it with the utmost love and importance. You are his home and he wouldn't want anyone else ever.
Todays date will definitely make its way to your tag.
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Yall im sorry i haven't posted for a few days, i had two different types of allergic reactions in less than 48 hours and alot of other mentally hectic stuff but i give to thee, this.
If you have requests just let me know.
I appreciate you.
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metsmp lore time lol here's everything that is canon on our smp. its all lore all the time we dont pussyfoot around here on the metsmp. everything is completely vanilla bedrock btw.
everything is /rp from here on so i dont have to use the c! thing (though i will for a few lol)
- c!holly (a dragon hybrid wearing a nagito komaeda jacket) aka @re-bi-vebur bleeds infinitely! sometimes the blood congeals into a blood dog! here he is:
here is holly's skin:
- c!met (fucked up weird enderman) was kicked from the end and thrown into the void, and refuses to say why. some reasons include:
he just fucking loves eye contact
he loves water so much
he was short
his vibes were just rancid
(i did this BEFORE osmpboo FUCK HIM.)
this also explains some of the mod powers, dubbed Advanced Enderman Teleportation and Advanced Elytra Techniques. it can be assumed that the fall into the void is what caused these weird abilities.
here he is (his design is based off of the way i draw endermen with horns and stuff):
-c!wren aka @contagious-addiction is half elytrian half villager, and comes from the better end modpack on java! she had crammed an eye of ender into her empty socket to save her life, and its slowly warping her body! she is a worshipper of the Soup, and has her church at the bottom of the world.
here she is:
- c!emmett aka @aquat1cgay has devoted his life to the glass ceiling, an all-encompassing sheet of glass protecting the hub from snowfall and phantoms. he's built a church, and now a gigantic temple in honor of it. May the Glass Protect. c!met is also a follower of the glass.
here is the temple:
emmett is actual irl siblings with river aka @interstellarvagabond
c!river is.... presumably.... a bear....... . bear with a ? at the end. bear?
(i cant snag their skin atm)
-there is a war between the two religions brewing slowly in the background.
-this:
-The DARE and ERAD rivalry: the DARE or "drugs are really evil" building was created and almost immediately vandalized by River, triggering a rivalry that formed the dreaded ERAD or "excellent radical awesome drugs"
-The sibling war: after accidentally losing his sword to his brother, River stole it back along with a great deal of coal. Seeing as the siblings had prank warred before it wasn't long before Emmett had encased River's house in netherrack, demanding the sword back River claims to have lost the sword, and has no memory of where it could be, but the war remains regardless
-The Farming War: arguably the most important moment of the metsmp so far. many people—including Holly, Emmett, River, Wren, Pal, and Alex—were all farming at the same time. Foolishly, Metfell decided to hold a competition to see who could make the biggest farm in two weeks. Holly, being a stupid little try hard, worked tirelessly for those two weeks and slowly drove herself insane. She was declared the winner, but at what cost? this culminated in The Potato Festival, where we counted holly had farmed over 80,000 potatos non-fortuned, by hand, and we celebrated in the nether with only a small amount of death ^_^
-everything holly builds has a kill count, most notably the sugar cane tower, which stretches over 60 blocks into the sky. it has killed at least 5 people.
ive definitely missed a lot but thats what we have so far!
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good evening, Joy! congrats on sassy physio. I have... an mcas question. what... do you sleep on? im in the arduous process of getting diagnosed/believed and have had the horrifying realization that the cheap memory foam i've been sleeping on since i moved is probably REALLY not helping, considering thats when everything started going downhill. if you have any input on mattresses or mattress covers, i would love to hear them. warmest regards!
Hey friend, sorry to hear about the MCAS flare-up. And mattresses are an interesting one. We are currently in the process of replacing our expensive memory foam one because yeah, I appear to be allergic to it and those things off-gas for quite a while after purchase. (Not to mention it’s murdering my EDS. I need springs.)
The biggest issue for me is the flame retardants used, so we are going for a natural option of a wool mattress encased in cotton. This one specifically because I read there are mold issues with natural latex, and I also don’t want latex in my house cause I am allergic.
So not only does it have a filling that is considered generally safe for MCAS, but it’s also got the fun side perk of being biodegradable and less shitty for the environment in the long run. It’s also naturally flame retardant, low moisture (less risk of mold) and dust mites struggle to thrive in wool, which is especially important for folks with MCAS. If you want to try it out? I’d suggest getting a mattress topper first and seeing if it helps. If it does, maybe work toward replacing your mattress.
Bedding wise, I only go for cotton. Any other fabric is liable to make me itch and break out, especially if it’s been treated with “wrinkle-free” sprays. Those sheets smell likes straight-up gasoline to me these days. There’s some debate over whether organic cotton is better for allergies than regular cotton. In my experience, I do better with organic but everyone with MCAS is different.
But yea, check out the futon shop? Their mattresses are pricey, but if you can get them on sale they’re usually a good deal. We’re actually also going to replace our couches with a futon from them as well because I am tired of my couches being dustmite havens no matter how much I vacuum.
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New BNHA, new liveblog, 0 miles today because the gyms are all closed. this is weird for me.
REALLY loving each and every one of the hand-wavy reasons Horikoshi gives for “fuck it i just wanted Aizawa (or maybe Mirio?) to adopt a kid”
Aizawa: “Look, the hospital kicked her out, her parents are MIA, her grandpa’s in a coma, and it’s not like Mirio is doing anything right now.” Mirio: “Haha yeah :DD”
“We worked for like 15 episodes to steal her, you think we’d just, what, give her BACK? Finders fucking keepers, Midoriya.”
Sometimes a family is an out-of-commission 18 year old, a really tired teacher, a traumatized little girl, and the ugliest godDAMN sweater on the planet
Dats gay
I really like the Wild Wild Pussycats casual clothes???
Their whole aesthetic is Your Three Lesbian Aunts And One Gay Uncle Visiting For Thanksgiving
Kota has... Deku’s Shoes... thats real fucking cute
SPEAKING of cute: Ragdoll is an absolute gem and I wish there was more of her in the Training Camp arc she’s a real cutie
I’m glad we’re finally learning how rankings work, considering the very concept of the ranking system has been absolutely core to the series since Day 1. Like 90-something episodes in and Horikoshi is finally like “oh i should explain how that works”
I’m a big fan of how, whenever something Thematically Relevant to Todoroki is said, they just have to pan to his blank face, because it’s not like he’d ever. you know. participate in the conversation. not his style. we only get the Meaningful Panning Shot.
Is that
Is that a
Is that a washing machine?
Is the #8 hero a washing machine?
Never mind
Wait is THAT man just named Crust?? Poor bastard is the #6 hero and his hero name is crust.
Like I KNOW it’s a japanese show and they can’t know all the impli--but i mean, but i
“Most Underappreciated Part of a Pizza Hero: Crust”
oh HELL YEAH
OH HELL YEAH
also btw i really like Edgeshot’s voice. especially during the Kamino arc. it’s like, hypnotically chill
its him... finally... the bastard of lore.... i’ve heard whispers of this fucker
oh like he’s an ASSHOLE-ASSHOLE
“Who are you trying to make happy with that statement? Stain?” O H SO like he’s an A S S H O L E
Mirko: “You’re an asshole. ...I LIKE that”
how quick i am to stan two separate characters within 30 seconds of meeting them
what arrogance. what audacity. what flippant fucking disregard. i’d like TWELVE of him please.
Hawks: -speaks- Me:
you know whats great? you know whats fantastic? his whole wing motif. because it doesn’t matter that Endeavor’s like 6′5″, Hawks can still float above him and condescend to him
hes looking down his fucking nose at this man. ICONIC.
Hawks: “Just so everyone knows, I have a higher approval rating than Endeavor, and I have more fans, and my hair is way better than his. Anyway, you wanted to microphone, Bitch Boi?”
REALLY vibing with Hawks’ sarcasti-clapping of Endeavor’s speech to a completely silent audience
ASJSAHJAS, AN ICON. #1 HERO OF MY HEART, HAWKS
“Shame” as a quirk is a hilarious concept. And also how do you discover this? “Little Timmy’s fly was open at school and he promptly took out a wall”
and Hawks just fucking DECKS him from behind. LOVE the bait and switch of Shame-Man being important.
Endeavor: “Is he... is he dead?” Hawks: “Hot pot!! :DD”
The stupidest looking dog. i LOVE it
Just jumping in front of a truck for NO narrative reason other to have Hawks’ feathers save it
while hawks is STILL TALKING ABOUT FOOD
I MEAN BITCH SAME, BITCH RELATABLE, BUT LIKE
CHEEKY. love his stupid bits of English.
the autograph signing scene was basically just the Talent Show episode of Spongebob where Squidward and Spongebob do exactly the same thing, Spongebob being met with uproarious applause and Squidward being met with dead silence.
me buying shit in a craft store i cannot possibly need nor use, but it was shiny and only $5
Hawks calls Tokoyami “Tsukuyomi”?? am i missing something there or did he straight up get the name wrong?
Hawks: “I tried to scout your son but turns out he’s a failure. Runs in the family? :D”
85% of the reason I’m loving Hawks is because he’s JUST here to make Endeavor’s life harder, and that’s something I support every day of the week.
Hawks: “I just want to complain about how nothing happened today and then go to bed”
That one’s not a joke thats a direct fucking quote and WOW BITCH SAME
Endeavor: “how do you know about these Nomu rumors?” Hawks: “I’m a nosy bitch who loves gossip and can’t mind my own business? How would I not know about this???”
I understand this is a serious and dramatic screenshot, but also I’m too caught up in the notion that - when experiencing some strong emotion - Todo can’t help but just Light Himself A Little On Fire
Deku: “Good morning Todoroki! Are you ready for our English test today? :D” Shouto: -catches fire- Shouto: “...Our what”
Lunchrush: “Hey there, what can I get you?” Shouto: “The cold soba” Lunchrush: “All out of cold soba, sorry” Shouto: -catches fire- “That’s fine. Just the ramen then.”
Endeavor: “Hey.. son... Shouto... I’ve been thinking... With all the steps I’ve made to be a better hero, don’t you think maybe it’s time you forgive me?” Shouto: -actively on fire. 100% encased in flame- “Let me think about it.”
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“if we had five more minutes...”
pairings: prohero!todoroki x fem prohero!reader
wc: 490
warnings: angst n major character death
a/n: b4 the smau i wanted to give u this :’) btw while reading i highly reccommend listening to this bc its their love story song @babymilkawa ;')
shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. that was all todoroki could think about. his quirk, half-hot half-cold made him one of the strongest students in his graduating class from UA.
of course, this never mattered to you. you didnt care all of the girls wanted him, nor did he care about any of them. you didnt care about him, you didnt care about bakugou, you didnt care about deku, you just didnt... care.
you kept to yourself often and thats what drew todorokis attention to you. you werent blind nor were you deaf, you heard the whispers. “attention seeker,” “nerd,” “whore for her precious hero work.” and of course, theres always a bit of truth in the rumors. you were a bit of a nerd, and you cared deeply about your hero studies. you threw yourself into it but thats what drew todorokis attention to you, and the attention on him onto you.
you didnt ask for any of it but then you started dating, and all of a sudden if you could have him the attention didnt matter. all that mattered to you was him, and you him. but he still was 5 seconds too late.
his quirk was so powerful but what use was it in close combat, or saving someone? what use was it in saving the most important person to him? you registered what was happening too late, and he saw it all in slow motion. you were hit by a quirk. fatally hit.
his words echoed and stretched out as he watched your body hit the ground, your eyes slowly lose the brightness he saw every morning, the tightness in your muscles from fighting. the long but too short life you had lived slowly drain out of you.
rushing over to you, it was almost as if all fighting had ceased for 2 seconds. weeping over your cold near lifeless body, you whispered with the last bit of strength you could muster. “i love you shoto. loving you was the best decision of my life. please keep moving, please find happiness again.” hearing your final words was the last straw for him.
as he encases your body and his shaking stance huddled over you with a ring too big and thick to penetrate, he whispers to the heavens, trusting such a good soul like yours would surely go there, “if we had five more minutes...” trailing off with silent sobs wracking his body cradling your head.
“if we had five more minutes, maybe i couldve given you this,” he mourns tearfully pulling out the small wooden box with his mothers engagement ring inside from where it had been tucked for 2 months now. “im glad you finally found your release y/n,” he finishes rushing out onto the battlefield, determined to get vengeance for the love of his life.
and the mother of his child who was waiting at home waiting anxiously for their mommy to come home.
reblogs r greatly appreciated!! so sorry for this shitty ass angst but here lol AJSBHS
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BABE CONGRATS ON 300!!!!!
🫀maybe a blurb with Sirius based on “Tell em” by Sabrina Carpenter?👀
tell em
sirius black x slytherin!genderneutral!reader
summary: you and sirius finally tell everyone about your relationship
word count: 0.6k
warnings: mentions of food, mentions of unacceptance, secret relationship
‘Got me in my feelings, mm
What the hell you doin' to me?’
he glanced at your figure across the great hall, his pearly irises illumating under the lights of the great hall. the candles flying the air shining on your being. then his eyes found the same shade of emerald on your tie that his whole family was coded in.
he was embarassed; ashamed, how could he fall in love with someone that to his mind was the colour of evil. he was smitten the way you applied the same stygian eyeliner every morning before he had to sneak back to his own dormitory, the way when you were nervous you twirled your own locks around your finger till the root, the way that he was so besotted with you; he couldn’t care less about the emerald green you were dressed in.
‘I can't help what I'm feelin'
Yeah, 'cause I'm falling down like a summer rain’
“the boys have started getting curious, on where i am every night.” his voice bringing your attention back to where you were. you lied beneath his rugged torso, his heart rate staggering increasingly under your left ear.
“and, what’d you say?” you nervously spoke, in a hushed whisper; closing your eyes for a moment, afraid to make eye contact if he was going to end what you two had for the past several months.
you felt so utterly nervous, almost sick to your stomach as to how the conversation would play out knowingly that his bestfriends had it out for your very house.
“i told them- i told them, i’m seeing someone important. important to me.” he murmured back into your hair, calmingly rubbing his obtuse hands down the junction of your spine.
“but, siri, i’m a slytherin. they wouldn’t like me.” you eyes finally meeting his own pearl irises. “don’t care, i used to see my whole bloody family when i saw your house.”
“not a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you.” he closed his eyes chuckling for a minute, then reopening before continuing his monologue.
“but now, i only see you. only you.” he affirmed, kissing the crown of your head.
‘People asking what we do, and I don't say a thing’
Can we keep it to ourselves like if it's all the same?’
“you’re sure about this?” you murmured feeling the smoothness of his palm bleed into yours, encasing your fingers together in a firm grip.
“m’sure, i told the boys and they wanted to meet you for a reason. just breath, yeah?” he affirmed in a soothing tone, trying to calm your nerves after the both of you agreed on not being a secret anymore.
you took a final huff before walking into the great hall, confidence radiating off of you and making a bee-line to the gryffindor table. both slytherins and gryffindors eyes catching sight and widening of what was happening infront of them.
a gryffindor and a slytherin, no, no, no. sirius black and a slytherin waking towards the gryffindor table.
most too in shock to even make a comment about the scene infront of them. “hi, i’m y/n.” you said giving his friends a small wave, they admired your confidence to strike a conversation immediately rather than being intimidated.
“m’remus, thats james and peter.” remus spoke, cutting up his eggs.
“see, told you. nothing to worry about.” sirius whispered to the shell of your ear, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.
'Cause if they know what we know
That's when everything's gonna change’
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