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Can we PLEASE get some angst, followed by comfort (in the same one shot) up in this house?
you know you want to write it 😏
okay, he thinks. this has happened before.
satoru is used to pain and injuries and sending people off to be checked on. he’s used to being chaperoned through a hospital, counting the room numbers as he walks through the halls.
he’s no stranger to curses.
(sometimes it feels like they follow him around, just lurking in his shadow, so sure that he can’t see them from where he’s standing.
but satoru sees everything; he feels it.
he’s learned to bide his time and wait in the dark, wait for the moment of attack—he’s learned how to prepare himself for those types of things).
you’ve done this before, he thinks, so it’s fine.
when suguru got that concussion in shinjuku, when yaga broke his leg while showing them an abandoned district. when he was seven and his instructor led him down these same halls, telling him to keep his eyes peeled for anything, to keep his guard up if it was the last thing he’d do.
and it’s fine. room 303. he’s going to walk in the room and he’ll feel the same as he does every time he’s here—maybe a little bit misplaced, maybe a bit arrogant, angry because he wouldn’t have gotten hurt—but never afraid.
gojo satoru doesn’t feel fear. it was trained out of him by the time he was five.
he might be alone this time, a hole where someone else would be—someone who was actually scared, someone who felt concern like a normal person. but satoru doesn’t need anything to fill that hole.
he doesn’t need to worry.
it’s just a hospital. it’s just another curse, something he’ll easily overcome.
except for the fact that it’s you, of course.
when he walks in the room, the lights are off. satoru doesn’t mind this, really, because he’s never needed any lamp to see. and besides, its not that dark outside anyway—even if the curtains are drawn.
you’re not the first thing he sees. it’s the flowers hiding in the corner of the room, the only void of cursed energy there.
and then satoru turns, and he realizes that there’s another void.
it’s slight, because people have cursed energy even when they’re sorcerers—even if they’re as happy as tsumiki, as carefree as him.
but where you’d usually be bursting with that outline of negativity, it’s dim. barely a shield on your core—one you worked at to keep you safe.
and where you’d usually be reinforcing yourself, building up those barriers to keep anyone out, it’s empty.
satoru doesn’t look at anything like regular people do. he can see the dim of your skin, the sheen of sweat because you have a fever. he knows that your hair is tangled, that your face is scratched up, that you’re going to have another scar on your stomach.
but he doesn’t care about that. he never has.
he cares about the lack of feedback coming from his eyes, he cares that his technique has nothing to bypass.
satoru walks into the room, not minding the dark, but hating the feeling in the air. he really doesn’t like being alone.
it’s fine, though. its always fine.
(he wishes that megumi and tsumiki were here with him. they wouldn’t dwell in the doorway. tsumiki would sit right next to you and hold your hand and megumi would bring you things from home. if someone was going to cry, it would be them. and they could fill that empty space next to him. and they both would talk, even if there wasn’t an answer.
and he wouldn’t be alone).
still, he walks forward. he watches your body and waits until your chest rises, then falls, to keep going. just to be sure that it’s all fine.
because it is.
“still asleep?” he whispers, trying to fill his voice with the same disinterest, the same nonchalance that he would if you were awake.
and there’s no response. not that he was expecting one, really.
he sits down, and satoru knows that he should hold your hand—but he doesn’t. he can’t let his guard down now. he’s sure that the curses are watching, waiting for him to give something up.
“nanami is watching the kids,” he tells you, because you’d want to know. “so they’re fine. tsumiki wanted to get you flowers but i—“ he stops.
this is ridiculous. it’s stupid to talk to you like you’re there. like you can hear him.
i wanted to get here as soon as possible.
and because there’s nothing he can say, he takes off his blindfold. he looks at you with his own eyes, for just a moment.
you look the same—just asleep. if you were awake you would be scolding him, reminding him that he has to get the kids places and pack their lunches.
it’s only been five hours since you got here.
it’s just a nap, satoru rationalizes. shoko will be here tomorrow.
still he wants you to wake up more than anything. he wants to hear your voice, to say something stupid and make you laugh.
he wants to tell you the truth of it all, to finally admit that he cares, that he’s scared.
but satoru knows that he wouldn’t say that, even if you were up.
“you can’t lay here forever,” he whispers, in the dark. “megumi’s got a test he needs your help studying for. and who’s going to do ‘miki’s hair?”
satoru shakes his head, looking to your face for a response.
there is none.
and he might be afraid, he might be completely fine and still absolutely terrified—but suddenly he’s angry.
he’s angry with yaga for letting you go alone, for not sending him instead. he’s angry with himself for not realizing that you would need help. and he’s angry with you because you’re just as strong as him.
because you’re stronger. you might have less cursed energy, but you’re stronger than him—and you could do this so much easier than he can. you could talk to him while he was asleep and you’d probably be able to wake him up. and you’d soothe the kids and make the time to get the goddamn flowers.
“why did you do that?” he asks you, leaning closer. “are you an idiot? you know how to take care of yourself. you know how to block a technique, how to protect yourself. you—you know how to—“
satoru reminds himself that he’s fine. he’s been here before.
it’s the same every time, anyway. it’s loneliness and despair and waiting for the inevitable—for the curse to take over.
he’s been here before.
“are you crying?”
satoru’s head snaps to the side and he blinks at you. his eyes are wide, his face still burning with anger, and his hands moving recklessly across his legs, unable to be still.
you cough, looking around. “it’s rude to call the person in the hospital bed an idiot, you know?”
and the energy flashes around you for a moment, like you’re testing something. and it’s weaker than usual—softer—but it’s enough.
it’s fine.
satoru doesn’t answer you, only stares.
you look around again, blinking like you’re confused. “where are the kids?”
“with kento.”
you nod, reaching for his hand that he’s put uselessly on your bed. “that’s good. megumi hates hospitals.”
satoru swallows. “he hates crying people.”
you snort at him, squeezing his hand. “yeah. wouldn’t want him around you right now. that would be bad.”
and finally, his mouth twitches and he leans in closer. “i’m not crying.”
“well that’s rude,” you say, “i could’ve died, you know.”
#enjoy distraught satoru#i actually don’t do hurt comfort#just hurt#gojo x reader#a typical family#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x y/n#satoru x reader#jjk fanfic#gojo x y/n#satoru x you#jjk fluff#jjk x you
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#I don’t actually have a problem with the dance party scene#but I do have to say I very specifically remember an instance of Buck being Vulnerable#and Someone trying to lighten the mood (after talking it through mind you)#and being met with ‘I would kill him with a Gun’#and now here’s Buck stressing out about hurting Gerrard and Eddie is doing the fucking running man#and people are posting about how he ‘comforted him’#so that’s interesting#disk horse
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Some random Toddler Dream doodles for ya’ll
#I drew one with his big blue eyes and to keep going xD#my art#dream of the endless#Morpheus#the sandman#jessamy the raven#human dream#sandman modern AU#don’t worry he gets a hug when he’s crying#(i do have a story idea for it but its kinda weird and based soley on like A hurt/comfort vibes then actual plot)#(actually now i think about it its basically A Little Princess AU in a way?)#baby Dream AU
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#God- I can’t even help#I can’t comfort people#And even if I try I make things worse…#Can’t even help without going anon#Useless.#I understand if someone decided to hit me tomorrow.#I don’t care.#I deserve to be hurt.#But then you’ll just complain more and be useless again!#Then maybe I deserve to have my vocal cords ripped out. Can’t talk then.#Scramble your brain so bad you can’t type out complaints.#Fix you.#Fix my brain#So I’m not defective anymore.#So I’m normal.#So I do what I’m told.#Maybe then my friends can call me good boy because then maybe I will be and I’ll actually deserve praise and affection.#Maybe then I’ll believe it.#Because I sure as hell don’t deserve it now.#Heavy vent
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Heeeeeyyyyyy guyssssssssss
So~
Do any of you wanna hear about the ✨”fun”✨ new concept I have for an au?
It’s Bloodmoon centered~
:)
#I’m not coping well#I’m soooo not coping well#tsams#sams#sams au#sams au idea#sams bloodmoon#sams bloodtwins#tsams bloodmoon#do you wanna know?#do you?#it’s not too bad#(<<<lying)#(I- ok fine yes but actually no—#—I have written ‘worse’ stuff in terms of severity of crime committed—#—but like it’s still pretty hefty angst in par with *that* au of mine—#—actually canon kinda proved to me that I semi accurately predicted an aspect of Bloodmoon and their easy to deal with overwhelming trauma—#*ways#—I’m happy I kinda got that right but also not really because I don’t actually want Bloodmoon to be suicidal—#—which I know sounds weird if you’re familiar with my writing—#—point is. Bloodmoon centered au. hurt no comfort. wanna know about it?)
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Not only is my therapist hella supportive of my weird ass goal in therapy to learn shapeshifting (in whatever ways are feesable but especially in dreams) and is cool with all the negative thoughts being a monster comes with (daydreaming about hurting and eating people as a monster doesn’t make me a bad person), but they are roping in a literal shaman to help me out. That’s only part of the reason why, I’m also plagued with sleep hallucinations that are distressing (these are unaffected by my antipsychotics directly as it isn’t psychosis so I’m not gonna request med changes). That is probably the more pressing matter for them but I will be sure to tie it back to my desperate need to be a monster. I need to figure out how to satisfy this need for my mental wellbeing. I want it so bad I have literally offered my soul to entities I perceive as real and evil, hell I do it completely unprompted at times. The fact that I believe it is real and do potentially dangerous things is alarming to me when awake and have my wits about me. It’s essentially like I am drunk and wandering up to random people with a weird request. Some have gently told me they can’t do that, some are rude and tell me horrible things about me and why I don’t deserve to be happy.
Part of this is being billed to my insurance company, which is funny to me, do have to pay the shaman but my therapist is so cool they are not charging me for their time even though it is over the hour limit. They are helping me out because they care/worry about me and it is very nice to feel supported.
#I’m actually not the most spiritual person but am willing to do anything to feel correct#pretty much any attempt at woo leads back to wanting to be a monster#otherkin#monsterkin#therian#my psychiatrist knows I have weird dreams and hallucinations but has no clue what they are and how to treat that#I will let her know they have been increasing#she hurt my feelings by once saying I had a delusion so I’m not sharing anything further than that#it does not matter if I am delusional because a) I refuse to try any other antipsychotic#for fear of side effects#and b) if I’m delusional then believing in a cure hard enough will make it work#placebo effect or mind over matter or whatever#I literally do not care all I know is other people are successful at doing what I want to do#text post#wearing a fursuit helps actually but those are my characters not me#I’m not at a point where I can comfortably commission someone else to do it for me#I do not actually linger too much on the gore aspect#I’d like to I think I ought to really think of the implications of what I want to do#but also obviously I will not literally physically be a monster so don’t plan on hurting anyone#sometimes I look at gore deliberately and am like hmmm#what’s this suppose to be doing this ought to be titillating me#however simulated gore in movies and art is DEF my thing#love to see a monster brutalizing a person#but looking at a bear attack victim with the same injuries I’m like hmmmm ok#I want to tear people limb from limb and eat them#but looking at a real person eaten and torn limb from limb is like ehhh to me#hearing about videos or pictures of people INTENTIONALLY hurt and tortured upsets me can’t do that#I don’t want to hurt people in the people way#just a predator way#it’s not cannibalism fantasies btw not cannibalism if you are not human
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Egotober Day 13: Mirror
What did it mean to be a mirror of someone? So alike, but so different at the same time. That was the question that ran through Roman’s mind as he sat in bed and sketched out a moment from the DND campaign Thomas was doing with his friend Terrence. It was such a creative game that he couldn’t resist.
His room, or rather their room, the room of Creativity was one that Thomas hadn’t visited yet. Being it was split between himself and Remus it was….interesting to say the least.
Half of it was a bedroom/study that looked like it belonged in a castle. Four poster bed, many comfortable pillows and blankets in gold and red with cream accents. Disney merchandise along shelves, a bookshelf, window with a nook overlooking the forest and a desk with paint and ink marks all over it. Roman wasn’t as methodical as Logan about his neatness, at least all the time. His art supplies were in a system only he recognized, but the room was neat enough you saw the floor and he kept his bed made and clothes clean.
Remus’ half….not so much. His rose red eyes looked over to where his twin was on his stomach, kicking his legs as he was likewise occupied with his own sketchbook. In shades of black and green with silver accents, his room was a full on mess that would make the clean minded all faint on sight. Clothes piled everywhere, bedding in disarray and the only reason the prince didn’t need a gas mask was because Imagination filtered it out. There was horror merchandise on shelves, a bookshelf with dog eared, torn books, a scuffed mess covered desk and the broken window overlooked a darker forest.
But there was something that was a familiar sight to him. Art supplies in a system almost the same as his, even if they were more covered in dried paint than his own.
The Duke’s poisonous green eyes looked up, his mustache quirked as he grinned mischievously at the Prince. He propped his cheek on his hand. “What’s that look for brother dearest? Oh no, you’ve been thinking haven’t you? I smell the smoke from here.”
Roman rolled his eyes and despite himself a smile tugged at his lips as he watched Remus wave a hand around in faux disgust. He scoffed to hide a chuckle.
“Ha-Ha very funny Remus. Yes, I have been thinking. About how we’re a mirror of each other, we’re so alike…yet so different.”
Remus hummed softly and he rolled over onto his back and wriggled up to set his head in Roman’s lap.
“It’s not that big a shock, if you want I can take you to meet Mary. She can give you quite the shock, that girl is something else! And maybe try to bite your lips off, but I can smack her with the morning star and she’ll know you’re not food. We went to this great bar for drinks-“
He pinched the bridge of his nose in the way of exasperated siblings everywhere and he cut off his twin’s ramble quickly but gently as he began to idly stroke Remus’ hair.
“I mean it’s just a bit confusing since we weren’t always twins. I did compare you to looking in a funhouse mirror before.”
Remus let out a content hum at the affection before he responded voice soft for once.
“It’s not really that far from the truth Roman. We may have been Creativity in full once, but when we had to we split. I was a bit more like you when Thomas was younger…but as time passed he saw two different kinds of creativity. I got most of my power from when he was a teenager. You know that time where everyone is stupid, gross, into the dark and taboo.”
“And that’s where the Intrusive Thought part of you began to manifest and where my Passion did as well.”
Roman finished for him in a similar soft tone. He sighed and twisted s bit, so he could curl around Remus and set his head on his stomach. He smiled as he felt their hands subconsciously join and Remus squeezed softly. They both knew that the prince only thought like this due to how he wanted to ignore his mental crisis of everything not really being as black and white as he’d thought, that had reared it’s head when Janus properly introduced himself and challenged everything he thought he understood.
Virgil had helped as much as he could, and he had tried bless his anxious heart, but it still wasn’t that simple for Roman to confront that part of himself yet. He knew he would soon enough, and when he did he’d have not just the others beside him, but his twin as well. Because they were each other’s mirror, where one went so did the other.
#Roman#Fanciful Prince#Remus#Intruding Duke#Sanders Sides#Thomas Sanders Fandom#Fanfic#South Writes#Egotober 2023#Quick note! I haven’t actually listened to Roleslaying with Roman yet#But I couldn’t resist including it because it just *fits*#Roman and Remus’ relationship is a fascinating one as twins#I go by the headcanon/fanon that they were once one Side Creativity that split as Thomas grew older#And as Thomas’s interests changed and developed so did both new sides of Creativity#Thus the Roman and Remus we know and love today#Had to add that hurt/comfort at the end with twin cuddling#And the allusion to Roman’s as yet unfulfilled character arc#Like I have a headcanon for it being a big confrontation against Pride and all the Sides back Roman up#And Roman is faltering against his own power#And Remus steps up and clocks Pride with his flail like ‘don’t you dare hurt my brother you *beep*! I’m the only one allowed to do that!’#is it a flail or a morning star???? I see both used and I genuinely don’t know XD#But yeah I could do a fic with that scene alone
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i just don’t understand. why say ur ready to talk if you aren’t?
can u believe this post is what got me to reach tag limit
#vaugepostimg on main about an irl don’t mind me#i just. am feeling sad bcus i have been trying to keep my distance and respect the space they said they needed. and then they reached out to#me for their book club and said we should chat and i got excited! i miss my friend of course i got excited#still let them take the lead. i want them to be comfortable. they said they’d lmk what day they were free#and then proceeded to ghost me for like. almost two weeks??#(it was 10 days but !!! still!!! almost 2 weeks from them suggesting i come to book club which would’ve inherently necessitated an irl talk#and then after all that yesterday said they actually weren’t ready which. hurted#tbf i knew something was up after like 2 days of them not replying so it’s not like i was fully caught off guard it just really hurt#and like i feel weird bcus our social circles are really overlapped and i spent a lot of time with them last winter and i had thought#that would happen again this winter. we would swim together a lot and i consistently went to their house dinners#bcus if i care about you i show up! and i’m understanding ! bcus i am patient and kind person and as a triple taurus i’m not tryna rush ever#especially when it comes to people’s emotions ??? especially if someone has told me i hurt them???? like ik im an autistic lesbian but#despite popular conceptions on that particular identity. im not fucking evil ????? if you ask for space i will give you space !!!!!#and like when it comes to emotions and conflict i’m blunt but i’m caring and it takes a lot for me to be disinfranchised by people#or relationships. so i’m not saying i don’t want to still be her friend#i’m just. noticing behaviors#they did tell me that they were very avoidant in conflict and i told them i’m very much not and like. now that i’m on the receiving end of i#idk what to do!! i’m not gonna chase her down like they’re grown!! and again!!! if you ask for space i’m going to respect that!!!#and like honestly. i’m happy she at least gave me the curtesy of saying they weren’t ready to talk even if it took her mad long to do it#so like. who tf knows when we’ll talk. if ever. probably when she wants the validation of our friendship if it even happens at all#bcus again. she reached out not to reconnect and clear the air but to check if i still wanted to come to her club she was starting#ik in earlier conversations she was worried no one would come but ig she found people. which like good for her tbh but to be honest i feel#discarded?? i’m feeling like i’m failing to not project too much so i gotta stop but idk man i’m just feeling weird about it all#and then i had the thought today of like. is this what i want in a friendship? someone who goes back and forth abt whether or not i’m worth#which again. kinda wasn’t expecting that bcus we spent so much time together last autumn/winter/spring like. many times per week!!!#so the idea of not being her friend all of a sudden?? feels fucjing weird to think about#but like? i don’t want to feel this way this is what i hate about west coast/white people conflict resolution!! there fucking isn’t any!!!#and i can’t deal with that! i can’t spend my life with people who aren’t going to engage with me as a person who cares about them#humans are fallible creatures and were only here on earth for so long so why are we wasting time here? what is the point of all this ???????#but then the guilt and shame say i deserve it all and at that point i just need to stop so. i’m gonna stop now lol
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Remus Lupin x Reader
“A Late Night Confession”
mostly hurt/comfort/angst. making out with mentions of wanting something more.
Notes: It’s 3am and I’m really hungry and tired but can’t sleep. I haven’t proofread this and English is not my first language but I just had to get this out before going to sleep. Be kind, any suggestions and corrections are more than welcome i love you all
It was 9pm on a Wednesday evening. You and Remus are were a middle of a hot and heavy make out session on your couch.
You finally made it. You managed to convince your boyfriend to come over to your place and hopefully spend the night. For the past two months you two have only been going out on dates like coffee shops, art galleries, and sometimes even being so bold as to catch a movie in the cinema. But you were now ready to take the next step as your body has been aching for this kind of closeness for a few weeks already. You were hoping to finally sleep with Remus for the first time.
As the sound of your sloppy kisses filled the quiet dark room of the apartment you were renting, you slowly slid your hands under your man’s shirt, caressing his body underneath. You slowly moved your hands back towards his shirt and started to slowly lift it up in order to take it off. You wanted remus, you wanted to feel his soft skin, to touch him all over, to be close to him, to be with him.
But then suddenly he broke the kiss and took your hands in his and slowly pulled them down, holding them firmly in his bigger, calloused ones. You immediately felt something heavy drop in your stomach. He was staring down, avoiding eye contact, as if afraid to meet your now worried gaze. You realized something was wrong, and you hoped you didn’t unknowingly do something hurtful or in some way triggering because you really cared about Remus.
Then he finally broke the silence:
“Y/N… There’s something you should know… About me…”
You were now actually worried but you were sure there couldn’t be a thing in the world that could make you stop loving him and so you cupped his face with your hands determined to reassure him, whatever it was in question.
“I really don’t know how to say this without completely scaring you off… It’s just that… you mean so much to me…”
“It’s ok baby you can tell me anything” you say in a gentle whisper, pressing your forehead onto his. “I love you no mater what”
This seemed to throw him off a bit. You were almost sure you heard him forming a smirk but you couldn’t see his face well in the dark. Neither of you have mentioned the L word until now. A part of you wondered it the timing was right, but it was how you sincerely felt about him for quite some time now, and at that moment you didn’t even care whether he’d say it back or not.
And he didn’t.
“Don’t say that. Please… You don’t know me…”
“The let me get to know you” you said, eager to help him get whatever he had to off his chest. “You can tell me anything, I really mean that.”
“I… I’m a werewolf.”
There was a moment of silence. He supposed you’d need some time to process this information, but once he said it out loud the subsequent silence seemed so much scarier than what he had imagined, especially in contrast with the heaviness of his words.
You were startled by this confession, but not scared in the least. You learned about werewolves at Hogwarts, but you never met one. You knew they were only these scary creatures at night, when it’s full moon and you couldn’t comprehend why Remus seemed to think that would be a dealbreaker in your relationship, let alone on a night like this when full moon was still days away.
While these thoughts were racing in your head, and you were trying to think of the appropriate answer to show him that his condition doesn’t change your feelings toward him, the silence was too much for Remus to bare. He pulled back, kissed you on the forehead, took his coat and walked towards your apartment door looking sulky and sad.
“I better leave.” he said, his voice breaking from anxiety, tension and shame he felt.
A street light coming through the window was shining on his face and when you looked up at him you could see he was on the verge of tears.
Before you could say anything he opened the door and left, leaving you to yourself.
You fell asleep late that night. You couldn’t stop thinking about Remus and why he would leave so abruptly over something like that. Was he gonna call you again? Were you supposed to reach out to him? The truth is, you were somewhat annoyed with his behavior, because you felt like he was being too dramatic, and you didn’t like him doubting you after two months of you being in a committed relationship and you never giving him reason to doubt you. But you also felt the need to let him know that you’d be there for him no matter what and make him feel loved and accepted.
#don’t ask me who hurt me cuz i don’t know#actually i do remus lupin did#marauders#remus lupin#remus#remus x reader#remus x y/n#remus x you#remus angst#remus hurt/comfort#moony#remus fanfiction#wh0reforthemarauders#a late night confession#marauders fanfiction#remus lupim x you#remus lupin x reader#x reader#werewolf
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hello. please add the community label for sexual themes to this post https://at.tumblr.com/adult-cool/703815114825007104/3q9g80hzplo4 to let any of ace fans of this podcast to blur or to filter this post out. it may be drawn well, but looking at it is very uncomfortable if you don't enjoy the thoughts of hurting this character this way. thank you.
oh shit you’re so right- my apologies, I forgot community labels are a thing now. if it’s also beneficial, blocking the tag “nsft” is a way to filter nsfw content without the op being removed from the tags. but yes, thank you, I will do that right away.
#ask#anon#I do want to acknowledge that I don’t loooove sexuality being equated with hurt#like yes there’s a level of discomfort depicted in the drawing#but there was not meant to be any actual pain/hurt in it and I don’t feel super comfortable with them being conflated#not something I really want a conversation about#just wanted to say
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my desire to make more dnd characters vs the fact that I’m in no campaigns and don’t know when or if I’ll be in a campaign are fighting
#whimsy whispers#I was in the one campaign that I left and like#I am particular about people in that I don’t like people so if I were to play in a campaign ideally it would be with people I know and like#because i also do not feel all that comfortable playing with strangers#I have a few irls who play or want to but they’re in too many campaigns or are people I don’t want to play with#example being: my roommate kane plays dnd but has several campaigns they’re in#their dad them their sister me and my irl have played dnd together before (very loosely calling it dnd)#I would not play with that group of people again namely their dad who dmed#the only person from that group who had any dnd experience was kane#their dad was just A Lot and went out of his way to hurt and torture out characters and I didn’t vibe with that like please we don’t have to#get hurt to the point of newr death every four minutes just kill me#all the friends I have who play dnd also have far too many campaigns they’re in rn or just don’t live where I do and don’t prefer online#campaigns and I’ve been invited to play one campaign by a mutual and I’ve been added to the server (hi if you see this 💖)#I just am ;-; about new people and playing with new people#the first legit campaign I played was with people I did not know and while I’m friends with them now (though rsd says otherwise) I was very#like uncomfortable and uncertain of if I was playing properly or annoying them and tbh I stayed that way up until I left the campaign for#realsies#uhhh anyways I like dnd a lot it’s very fun and I miss playing it and like making dnd characters#but I have too many also#and I’m not creative enough to make them normal ocs I can hardly do anything with my actual original characters and stories I can’t just#make up a whole new story for the characters and I don’t do well at repurposing characters either
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no because my stomach hurt so bad i not only had to get naked but i had to get on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor and bow and just hope to god whatever is out there had mercy or pity on me. like the most desperate “hey god it’s me-“ i’m shaken to my core. knowing the human body can feel like this has changed my perception of the human experience. what’s the point of going on when Chinese food can make you hurt so bad. i don’t know how i’ll ever return to the life of the normal people after this. how will i relate to them. it hasn’t left me yet- this battle still has to be fought but the great enemy that is stomach cramping has given me this opportunity to seek comfort. i must return.
#goodbye forever ig#i literally don’t know how i managed to do all the things that hurt my tummy in one night#but i’m paying#i’m paying so hard rn#IM SORRY FOR ANYTHING IVE EVER DONE TO HURT ANYONE#remember me#text post#something something something joke joke joke commentary#i can’t even think straight#probably because i’m still high#im so high rn actually#i want this post to be seen so i can feel comforted by my fellow tummy-hurty brethren#but also i am screaming this into the void#and i hope it stays there#:)#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH
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finally watched s3 and i think it’s very funny how jaskier and yennefer both came to see geralt on what was essentially his deathbed and immediately sat down and started crying like “oh my god babe i had the worst day you will not beLIEVE-”
#like listen obv if i am in the hospital i still want my loved ones to feel comfortable telling me about their shitty days#i don’t want them pushing down their own pain bc they think i can’t take it or whatever#i just love that both of them are like ‘oh shit geralt’s hurt are u ok??? anyway lemme trauma dump at u for a sec hang on’#as they should#bc what’s he gonna tell them otherwise?#‘ooh my back hurts’ ‘ooh i’m worried about ciri’ yeah no shit#shut up and listen to the story about this burned village or yen’s dead mom#also thought jaskier’s attempt to bury the lede was very funny#‘ciri’s ok! she’s fine! ok she’s missing. ok actually nilfgaard is looking for her but so are we! ok so emhyr found her but uhhhh’#like my dude just rip off the bandaid damn#anyway#twn spoilers#do i still need that tag?#the witcher netflix
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God dammit… I’m gonna have to start reading Good Omens fanfiction again
#don’t read the tags if you don’t want to be spoiled#I mean it#turn away#leave now or be cursed with the font of knowledge#ok… they’re gone#wtf#I did not have Gabriel and Beelzebub canon on my list of likely events for season 2#I didn’t even think Crowley and aziraphale were actually going to make any progress#queerbaiting has really ruined my faith in television lol#but seriously… wtf#I love this show#I got three queer storylines in one show#(I do consider gabriel x beelzebub queer bc they seriously enby coded beelzebub)#what even is their ship name…#because I cannot keep spelling out Beelzebub#I’m not even sure I’m spelling it right lmao#and what in the angst hurt/comfort was that ending!!#where’s the comfort Neil??? WHERE’S THE COMFORT#they really left it on a cliffhanger on the precipice of the streaming apocalypse#when is the second coming coming Neil…. WHEN#good omens#ineffable husbands#ineffable bureaucracy#is that it? is that the ship name lmao#that’s hilarious
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it’s the 20th of december, so…
#and that concludes yet another year of dolce-less content… _(:3 」∠)_#(honeypre 4☆s don’t count bc they’re obviously just fillers there)#man… hw really do be wasting dolce as idol characters huh…#i wanna know what happens to dolce after fuuma goes blind… there’s so much potential for angst and hurt/comfort there h e l l o —#but really. fuuma really truly has the whole idol series trauma package bundled up in him#he got into an accident with his beloved sister (and lost both her and his normal (for the lack of a better word) sense of sight)#and then he took up crossdressing and became an idol bc he looks just like said sister and wanted to help her achieve her idol dreams#and then he actually got truly attached to his idol lifestyle and… bam he’s gonna lose his eyesight :(#(and that’s not even mentioning the hate and stuff he gets bc of his crossdressing…)#c h e e s u s c r u s t who hurt you hw. why do you hurt fuuma so?????#poor fuuma… hw’s traumadump… :( now im sad h e l p
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Me, age seven: Energetic but bored only child who constantly asked for their parents to adopt one of the kids in those “find me a home” news specials. Begged on their hands and knees to go to public school so they could meet people their age and get acclimated to society.
Me, age twenty: Apathetic, jaded adult who views any amount of communication as excruciatingly laborious. Is either indifferent or hateful to most people their age. Wants to wander off into a forest so they can die alone in some remote tar pit.
#When I say “hateful” I mean that seeing teens/young adults do normal things like hanging out in stores and laughing out loud grates on me#I never got to do that#I don’t want to be a killjoy though… it’s not a healthy mindset and I should be glad they can feel happiness but… damn#I don’t say anything; I just scowl internally and walk in the other direction#You’d never know it from watching me on the job though. I feel more comfortable around little kids because my job is to protect them#I have a reason for being where I am; and anyone who tries to hurt my babies will get their eyeballs ripped out of their skull /hj#And kids aren’t acclimated to verbal communication all the way (neither am I)#so I find I understand their words better and they understand my words better than most adults would#My little inarticulate buddies (affectionate) (I’m actually more inarticulate than they are sometimes LOL)#If you had— you— you— you want— if you… could do so much you could do anything?#< me speaking with a fried brain (which is all the time now)
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