#i only saw the last entry 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

has the arcaea wiki not updated yet. oh god i literally need to read the story

[aangelinakii]

CAT SCRATCH.

— nothing but a flesh wound.

summary : you're stitching up your best friend. just for continuity sakes', i'll repeat that you're best friends.

note : part three in the "cats and dogs" series that no one asked for but everyone seems to be enjoyîg !!! really trying to keep with the animal theme 😭😭

this wasn't the first time jason had sat before you, shirt and jacket and guns discarded to the side. but, god, it's not what you think!

his torso was bare, but battered up, and you could care less about the view; today, you were playing doctor, preparing to perform surgery (put a plaster) on some very fatal wounds (a few bleeding cuts).

"you're really stupid, you know that?" you scoffed at him as you rummaged around on the sterile metal tray beside you for the correct equipment. "like, really, there was no need for you to run in the way of gunfire."

from further above, from his perch upon the medical bed in the batcave's infirmary, jason shook his head, sighing. "there was a cat in the road." he spoke as if it were a passage of the bible — thou shalt not allow the death of a felin upon thy hands.

dousing a cotton ball in antiseptic fluid, you gave an obvious roll of your eyes. "so you decided to risk you life?" tucking your swivel chair further between jason's legs, you gave a sigh, this time more playful, a smile upon your lips. "what am i going to do with you?" and you caught his eye, your smile contageous.

"probably what you always do," jason chirped back, looking down at you in a way that helped him ignore the throb of shrapnel embedded in his skin. he'd only been nicked a few times, luckily.

"and what's that?" you hummed in return, leaning into his torso to dab at a raging entry wound just missing his abdomen. his skin tensed beneath your touch, but he willed himself to relax. it was you, after all. you could never hurt him, even if you shoved him to the ground and kicked dirt in his eyes.

one of his hands absently came up to your ear, rough fingertips carefully tracing the soft skin of the shell. casual intimacy wasn't unheard of between you, so much so that you were constantly accused of dating, being so bad at hiding it this whole time that it was a miracle neither of you had been sent to jail for lying so poorly to a police officer at least once; that you both have done many-a-times.

the words brushed past his cracked lips like a prayer, but their effect on you was unobvious.

"forgive me."

and, that, you always did.

regardless of how true it was or wasn't, you sent him a glare that failed to meet your lips — a smile upon them, instead — as you moved further up to disinfect a wound just beneath one of his pecs, which were already scarred up and burned.

a comfortable silence consumed the air between you, with your attention focused on picking up the blood from his wound with a clean cotton bud, and his on the shape of your head from this angle.

you'd patched him up many times now, it was like second nature, but with the way your hand lingered on the cold skin of his bare waist to ensure precision, jason could begin to feel himself heat up.

but his temperature regulated again as soon as you pulled away, tossing the last dirty bud in the bin by your feet.

you sprayed your hands with antiseptic once again as you pulled away from his form, wheels of your chair squirming against the ground.

"okay," you quietly began, ripping open a clean pair of tweezers. "i'm going to start taking out the shrapnel. are you okay with that?"

from his perch, jason let out a chuckle, eyes twinkling down at you when you glanced over at him.

"what's so funny?"

jason's half-crescent eyes watched you as you slid back closer to him. "it's just that you say that every time," he laughed, one of those genuine smiles growing on his face; only a smile you saw, and if anyone else ever saw it, it was only ever directed at you. "even though the answer is always yes."

despite thumping a little in your chest, you gave a dismissive shake of your head, smile ever-present around him. "i don't see what's funny about that. consent isn't a laughing matter."

your elbow brushed against the tactical material on the top of his thigh as you positioned yourself to reach that lower entry wound, and jason brought his hand up to place carefully upon the side of your head.

normal friend interactions.

"not saying it is," he breathed, just so below his breath, which brushed against your forehead. "i just like that you care enough to ask." fingers circled careful patterns against your scalp, and your not too sure how you managed to maintain concentration. "if it was alfred, or bruce, or dick, they'd just go for it, because they know i'm okay with it. and i know you know i am, too, but you care enough to ask."

the metal tips of the tweezer latched on to a chunk of shattered bullet, and you carefully inched it out of jason's skin, the area around the entry beginning to calm to a pink as opposed to the previous red.

you leaned back to plop it in the container you'd laid out on the tray, and glanced up at him, his hand retracting from your head and laying upon his lap.

"you're my best friend, jason," you stated, although you couldn't hide the vulnerability in your tone fast enough. "when i'm with you, you're my priority, whether you've been stupid enough to purposely get shot, or not."

and you wheeled yourself back in between his legs, ready to dive in to retrieve another bullet from his skin.

[hazashiovo]

A part 2 for Imagine loving Aemond and when you find out he loves another you leave the castle? 🙏🏼😭

Second part of Aemond loving another!

Aemond Targaryen x (dead)reader

Angst🥲

Once the sun rises the sky in the morning,Caraxes lands in kings landing with his owner holding your dead lifeless body.

This happened right after the battle. The Black's won this fight so he took the liberty to bring you back to king's landing himself.

Blood soaking your torso trough your armor, dirty hair and bruised body,must be a sight for the Greens. It's a shame ,he never wanted you to die in this war,the most undeserving of this and as he would say. But the fate considered other wise,and if it was your wish to die a warrior than so be it.

His dragon lands right in front of the castle ,making a grand entrance for all the folks in kings landing,he's pretty sure some guards have shit their pants.

Daemon gets down of his dragon,you in his arms. The people around him were quiet,dead quiet, staring at the girl's lifeless body. He walks straight to entry,no guard daring to try to stop him when Caraxes was ready to flame them up and roast them nicely. He smiled at that taught.

The way he was walking trough the castle like it was his was amusing,no word was said to him.

The throne room door opens , a scared guard making place for the Rogue prince.

And there he is ,Daemon entering. In all his glory ,but not alone.

Their eyes lie on you. Alicent pushed by the council, hurrying to your side. A heartbroken expression on her face,she just lost her child...her precious little girl. Daemon just watched. He couldn't really hear what Alicent was saying trough sobs .

He lied you down slowly,looking around the room. Aemond wasn't there. Neither was Aegon.

"This is on you. You started this Alicent." He looked down on her,she didn't even bother looking up. Your higher body now laid in her lap as she ran her hand trough your dirty and short hair. How could she allow this to happen? Why did you leave her ? Those were the most frequent phrases that roamed in her mind.

"Do you have a death wish Daemon?" Daemon's eyes meet Otto's. The old man looked like he was about to jump him. Daemon only chuckled.

"I don't,but she did."he looks at Otto amused, he could kill the man so easily.

Otto doesn't soften his gaze ,only glaring at the prince. The words just passing by Otto.

Only then the queen regent turned her eyes to Daemon. Pure hatred adorned her sad eyes.

"Don't you dare speak of my daughter like that!" Her voice laced with grimace,teary eyes shooting daggers at the prince.

Daemon decided that he no longer found interest in this place and took his leave. "She may have died at my hand,but you were the reason she gave her life away." And with that he took his leave. Minutes later Caraxes flew away from king's landing, returning to dragon stone.

Otto ordered the guards to take you away,but Alicent just wouldn't have it. She refused to leave your side. She refused to believe you truly were gone...her baby,her love...

Her father tried talking with her ,to leave the masters clean you,but she just wouldn't budge.

The door opens once again,Aemond entering trough it.

He saw Caraxes leave , the prince first taught that his uncle was there to cause trouble,but once he saw your dead body in your poor mother's lap...he didn't know how to react. How did this happen?

He's gonna kill his uncle for this. Aemond took slow steps to your side,unable to actually process this is you.

You looked so different than the last time he saw you.

"H-how did this happen?"are the first words he says ,voice caught in his throat as he kneels next to you. Reluctantly,a hand caressed your face. So cold,he taught, you used to be so warm and full of life,now only a shell of who you were lies in front of him.

He can't cry,not a tear. Aemond is barely even processing his sister is dead,all he thinks about is how he wants to murder his uncle for what he had done, no thinking for even a second that this... situation is his fault. No,it's his uncle's fault. He murdered you in cold blood on the battlefield.

Alicent remains quiet,the sorrow in her heart heavy as a Boulder.

"If it wasn't for your whore,she would still be alive." Otto breaks the silence, rubbing his hands on his temples. "Do not bring her in any of this!" Aemonds angry voice barked back,turning his gaze to his grandfather as he gets up , standing straight in front of him.

"Stupid child,do you even think before you act? You abandoned your wife for a bastard. Simple as that." He sighs,looking tired of all of this. His eyes fall on his daughter, she stoped crying , remaining at your side.

"Not only did you start this war,you also killed your sister." Otto spoke as he left the throne room,leaving just the two and the body of his former wife and sister.

His eyes fall to his mother,she looks broken. Aemond clenched his jaw,was this really all on him? Was he the reason his sister no longer breaths?

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Short time passed, and today was the day Aemond will see for the last time his dear sister. His wife.

Your body lies on the cold stone, dressed in a beautiful dress, of a color you used to love, your hair is cleaner ,and no more wounds are visible on your body.

You look like an angel,was what your mother whispered to you before she left the stone you lie on.

Aemond calls out to his dragon,to Vhagar.

"I am so sorry for all the sorrow I caused you,my love" his hands cup your face,as he plants one last kiss on your could lips. "Rest now,you fought well. I will avange you."

Your brother backs away.

"Dracarys! Vhagar. " He shouts at the old war dragon,and with that your body is engulfed in flames. A proper Targaryen funeral.

Aemond doesn't waste any more time to returning to the castle,the sight of you like this makes him feel guilty.

Once he returns to his room,he sees Alys sitting on his bed, belly heavy.

He doesn't know what to say to her. The prince fils the cup with wine,hoping to ease his mind.

Hand gently hug his waist,her head leans on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay. I'm here." Her voice isn't like yours,no, it's so different than yours... He brings the cup to his lips drinking half of it.

"It's not going to be okay ,Alys. It's not."he pushes himself out of her hug. She doesn't have the same touch at you.

Aemond sits down on the couch,looking at the burning flames of the fire. He takes another of his wine.

If he could turn back the time...he would have you by his side now. How could he just let you go? Stupid boy,just like his grandfather said.

He brought his mother pain...why would he ever do that? Aemond takes another,and another drink of the cup, until the bottle of wine is now only half full.

Alys lays her hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly.

"She's gone, Aemond." He winces at those words, griping the cup tightly. "But I am right here. I am here for you, because you brought me here." The woman whispers in his ear,one hand playing with his white straight hair. He was a mess.

"I don't want you.."his voice speaks quietly,a bit slurry. The wine seeming to fuel him. "I want her ,and she's gone." The widowed man runs a hand trough his hair,taking out the hair and letting it lose. His hair cups his face perfectly,in the light of the fire.

Alys clicks her tongue anoyed with his answer,leaving his side and moving to the window. He didn't look at her ,he was staring at the fire. It reminded him so much of you.

The fire burns like it used to burn in your heart,with that desire for everything. A drop of something wet fell on his hand that was laying in his lap. Was he...crying? And so with that came more. She just watched as he crumbled.

He missed your passion,your love for him... Gods he missed it all.

How could he let you leave ? How could he betray you like that?

From the corner of his eye ,he sees Alys. The moonlight shining on her face. "Get out." He manages to order.

Without any words spoken, Alys leaves his chambers.

Once she's gone, he crumbles , realization finaly hitting him.

It wasn't Daemon who killed you. It was him,he was the one who pushed you to your death.

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finally done with this one. Hope you like it 💋💋

[tnt-kokoo]

My showgirl

Rin Itoshi × fem!reader

summary: You're a theater girl in the late 1800's. In that time you got quite famous and young girls started seeing you as their 'role model' as for guys started to fell inlove with you. Your charms manage to gather the attention from the one and only Rin Itoshi.

warnings: non I think

Walking into the theater, he saw lots of people in their expensive growns. Rin himself even dressed nice. But that's that's to expect if you wnat to visit the theater and even more if you wnat to go to a show with the new upcoming star, Y/n L/n.

Just hearing the name slip through the lips of people made others fall for you but seeing you live was something so different. It felt like the most loving memory someone could have. Imagining you being with them and embracing the viewers into a seductive warmth.

But the dark haired boy told himself that people were making a way too big drama about it and just let their 'inner poet' out. It made the boy gag and look at them with disgust filling his face.

Now paying for the entry ticket, his family, which includes himself as well as his parenst and even his brother, walked towards their seats on the upper rows. From there it might be a bit harder to see or hear the performance but atleast it wasn't as bad as having to fight to get a good look at you like in the lower rows.

The lights dimmed as the big red curtains opened slowly. The lights started to shine in the middle of the stage and that's where you stood.

Seeing you made Rins heart clench as his eyes widened and looked at your beauty. Your whole persona looked like the beauty of the first snow fall of the year, the way it was so cold, yet so welcoming and lovable.

Watching the show continue, he realized people weren't lying and you were, infact the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

After the show you and your colleagues all held eachothers hand and bow down to the crowd watching. With a big and loud applause the curtains began closing as Rin hoped they would stay open a bit longer so he could look at you again. Yet, to his luck they weren't going to open again just for him.

As others, as well as the Itoshi family begann leaving, Rin couldn't help but stay in his seat a bit longer, dreaming of you.

"What are you waiting for, Rin?" The cold voice effects his brother woke him up momentarily and he stood up to follow. Outside in the big hall of the theater, the crowd of the rich families were talking with eachother in the finest dresses caressing the grounds. The laughter made the atmosphere more comfortable, but Rin wasn't attentive. He only wanted to see you one last time.

Somehow, his wish was heard as the actors of the play (you included) walked out with different clothes. You looked eternal to the point that even the whitest of snow couldn't beat your bright aura. The young boy couldn't help but be amazed when he heard your giggle. So he started to walk towards you without thinking for once, no one seemed to notice him except for his brother who noticed the way his face softened when he saw you.

So standing infront of you, you looked in his way, waiting for him to say why he came.

....

"Can.. Can I help you?" you said in an unsure voice while laughing in a nervous manner. But who wouldn't be nervous if a tall guy just came and stared at you without saying anything?

Acknowledging what he did, he started by apologizing, followed with a "I saw your show, it was good- you were good." He said with his ears now bright red.

"Thank you...," you said as ypu looked around "want to follow me to a more quiet place?" you asked.

Smiling you held out your hand to him and when he put his hand in your soft ones, he knew he was damned for.

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ᯓᝰ: I have ao many drafts but I find no motivation and I gotta study French for my final exams 😭🙏

[kazoohaa]

Hello, I can request from Dan Heng platonic, younger siblings biologically

what life would be like for those two in Xianzhou loufu and Astral express what a routine towards the two of them together

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒. honkai star rail

— notes. also requested by @kiyomi-uchiha777 ! version 1.3 says that vidyadhara can’t reproduce... but uhh for the sake of the fic pretend dan heng and his sibling are still blood-related somehow 😭 my first post about dan heng and sibling!reader can be found here !

— details. dan heng & gn younger sibling!reader. possible spoilers.

although dan heng usually stays up much later than you do (always busy reading something, re-sorting the data bank entries, or updating it) he also consistently wakes up early. you often wake up at around the same time as he does, it’s something that you’re used to doing — but it’s rare for you be up before him.

if you’re still sleeping, he’ll let you sleep. he only wakes you when it reaches a certain hour, or if it’s important. before the two of you had joined the express, he’d quietly sit near you while you sleep and make sure no harm comes to you.

while he just stays in the archives as his ‘room’ rather than taking one of the cabins, you have your own room. you did have some objections about him just sleeping on the express’ archive room floor and using a simple sleeping bag, but he seemed to be fine with it, and insisted that you take a room instead. so you just decided not to argue about it.

things became much more relaxed after you two joined the astral express. dan heng mostly lets you do what you like, since he doesn’t have to always be by your side to make sure you’re safe anymore. he knows that he can trust that the others would also do their part in helping protect you if anything does happen.

when you go on trailblazing missions alongside the other astral expressers, visiting other planets, he knows that you should have independence and he doesn’t always have to be looking after you, but he’d prefer to still stick around so that he knows that you’re safe. after all, you’re in an unfamiliar environment, and there could be dangers unknown to you all. aeons forbid you get hurt somehow and he doesn’t know about it.

if you ask him to buy something for you, he’d probably say no initially, especially if it’s something that doesn’t really have any use. but he actually caves really easily if you plead him.

now for the type of life you faced while still residing in the luofu, specifically during the time that became a well-known event that went down in the ship’s history — the sedition of imbibitor lunae.

you yourself had not taken part in the crime that dan feng committed, and thus it would not have been right for the vidyadhara’s council of preceptors to punish you as well. so while he was taken to the shackling prison to undergo molting rebirth, you weren’t even allowed to see him in those last moments before he was forced to reincarnate — instead, you were put into isolation.

you pleaded to be able to visit him, to anyone who would listen. but it didn’t work. they all told you that such a thing would not be possible. they believed that they hid it well, but although you were still quite young by vidyadhara standards, you noticed the distrust in their eyes. if someone as respectable as their high elder could commit such a grave sin, how could they fully trust his sibling as well?

the next time you saw your brother, he was still ‘him’, yet not ‘him’ at all.

he insisted on an identity separated from that of his previous reincarnation, and was willing to face the consequences of dan feng’s sins in his stead, if it meant that he could leave behind the shadows of the past.

but what about you? an ever-present and vital part of the past that he didn’t want anything to do with? he may have been freed from the scorn of the xianzhou luofu, and stripped of his title as the vidyadhara’s high elder, but it might have been too cruel to simply leave you alone on your own.

the decision was difficult, you could see it in his eyes. you were already bracing for the worst. but, to your surprise, he said that you could go with him if you wanted. the both of you were aware of the consequences of each action; if you stayed at the luofu, there was no telling what the council preceptors would decide to do with you, as a direct relative of the now-infamous imbibitor lunae. if you went with dan heng, that would mean that you would most likely never be able to return to your home.

this incarnation of your older brother was no longer the one you remembered — close family, yet a complete stranger — yet, there was still that sense of care you recognised within him.

you would have to get to know him all over again, but you felt like that was definitely something that the both of you would be able to do over time. in the end, he’s still your brother, and you’re still his sibling.

[y2jiz]

⠀⠀⠀₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⠀⠀plushies : the event ♡ winners　⁺

I just want to start by saying thank you to everyone who participated. Honestly, I didn't even think that anyone would join maybe like 2-3 ppl, so i was super happy when so many people joined. The hardest part about hosting an event is picking the winners, and since everyone had such gorgeous entries it was genuinely so hard to pick the winners. ⠀　　

⠀　　　⠀⠀ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⠀⠀ ♡ winners :　　⁺

🥇 : @y2qi ❀ entry - let me tell you when i saw this mb i was in love like everything about it was just so gorgeous, and i literally just love the gif so much like its not even funny 😞. i could literally go on and on about this mb cause IT'S JUST PERFECT. 1st place is deffo deserved. congrats love!

(joint) 🥈 : @koosuvi ❀ entry - this mb was just SO adorable, like the way everything matched so perfectly n the color scheme of the mb was just insane to me. the whole mb was just so nice and refreshing to look at . congrats!!

@p-oisn ❀ entry - stop cause i have so many things to say about this mb 😭😭 it's like the CUTEST thing everr the colors are just everything, and the little bear gif is SO CUTE istg, AND THE div just added to the CUTENESS of the moodboard. like i literally just wanted to gobble up the moodboard cus of how cute it was. congrats!

🥉 : @ryeins ❀ entry - just look at the mb!! it's lit so stunning, and she even made her own divider which is by the way GORGEOUS, everything about this moodboard is just so perfect, like argue with a wall or smth if you disagree, not to also mention that that's ONE of my fav chuu icons. #chuustan4life🥰 . congrats!!

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@yrminji ✿ entry

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important !! : DM me to claim your prize!! last day to claim the prizes will be on the 9th of Apr !!

And please note that it will take a while for me to hand out all of the prizes (i went all out with them 😭) there's so many prizes and only one of me so please be patient with me!! <3

[roseeycreates-blog]

I AM IN MISERY

Whenever I think about a new Avatar after Korra, it makes me sad, If Korra was gone... and so is Lin 😭😭😭 And since we are on this topic, It's a hard pill to swallow, but I think Lin would probably be the first one to go among the Gaang kids.

I'll base this on their line of work, lifestyle, environment, and traumas (since trauma can affect physical health too).

Let's start with who I think would be the last to go.

Suyin Beifong

She's the youngest among them. Traveling the world gave her happiness and an opportunity to work on her traumas (like her conflicts with her mom and sister). As the Matriarch of Zaofu, she's surrounded and cared for by the best healers and physicians. We also see how active she is with dancing and other hobbies, which makes her the healthiest.

Firelord Izumi

Before you comment "Izumi is the oldest," I know, but hear me out: We saw just a bit of her in LOK, but have you seen how fit she is for her age? As a monarch, she's been cared for by servants and healers/physicians since birth. I bet she hasn't eaten a rotten meal in her life. While she can fight, as long as Zuko is alive, he'll protect Izumi at all costs. Not just him, but the whole army of the Fire Nation will as well. So yeah, LONG LIVE THE FIRELORD! We don't know much about her, so I don't have an entry with trauma...

Tenzin/Kya

These two are tied. Let's start with Kya. She's one of the greatest healers, and if she's ever injured, she has Katara to heal her. The only trauma of hers that I know of (same with Bumi) is that Aang favored Tenzin and neglected them. Knowing her personality, she doesn't seem to mind it a lot. For her, she still has her mom, Uncle Sokka, and Bumi. As for her lifestyle, she can be a bit reckless at times, but her nature as a healer always prevails.

With Tenzin, he eats a healthy diet (Air Nomad diet). Like Kya and Bumi, Katara has him covered. He doesn't have many injuries because he doesn't fight often unless it's necessary. The main trauma he faced was his father's death and the pressure of being "the last Airbender." He worked through that by getting married and having kids. Additionally, as the leader of the Air Nation, his health is cared for by the air acolytes.

Bumi

To be honest, I almost made him tied with Lin because of their line of work and their recklessness at times. He got fighting injuries like Lin and often faced near-death experiences. They just differ in terms of trauma. Bumi handled his trauma very well; we can see how bubbly his personality is. Like Kya, despite Aang being absent, he had his mom, uncle, and sister. "You always know when I need a hug," Bumi once said to Kya, implying that they had each other's back. Oh, and he's also retired now and got bending, so yeah, his lifespan got extended.

LASTLY *sighs*

Lin Beifong

It's incredibly tough to admit, but her job is one of the toughest, and she didn't even like it. She took it to seek approval from her mom, who wasn't even happy about it. She endured numerous injuries from fighting triads, being electrocuted by chi blockers while wearing metal armor, and facing near-death experiences. Her traumas include conflicts with her mom and sister, her breakup with Tenzin, and having her bending taken away. She also has the worst way of handling these issues—bottling everything up until it's overwhelming. Her lifestyle and environment haven't been favorable either; due to work demands, she likely doesn't eat proper meals, often relying on instant noodles or beef jerky, and I bet she even skips meals. Perhaps the saddest part is that for a long time, she didn't have anyone to take care of her. Lin definitely got the short end of the stick. 😭😭😭

[random-user753]

"No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be."

Jonathans poetic side is something else - despite darkness beyond imagination he still hopes and takes his time to formulate this hope... it's beautiful. Also the daylight is the only untarnished source of comfort for him and I bet Dracula hates it because this he cannot twist or corrupt.

"Let me not think of it. Action!"

Stokers writing is superb... one can easily see how Jonathan tries to rein his thoughts in and to formulate a plan.

"Good-bye, Mina, if I fail; good-bye, my faithful friend and second father; good-bye, all, and last of all Mina!"

And that's just heartbreaking sweet 😭💔

"I looked down once, so as to make sure that a sudden glimpse of the awful depth would not overcome me, but after that kept my eyes away from it."

I also adore Jonathans bravery - it's acting despite fear but still with a cool head... and I shudder to imagine to undertake such climb.

Also somehow it feels like me that Dracula has no longer an inside how true bravery works - he seems to think that nobody would dare to risk this climb just like he'll keep miscalculating how bravery can motivate people.

"(...) gold of all kinds, Roman, and British, and Austrian, and Hungarian, and Greek and Turkish money, covered with a film of dust, as though it had lain long in the ground."

And there's the money from St. Georges Day...

"I thought he might have the keys on him, but when I went to search I saw the dead eyes, and in them, dead though they were, such a look of hate, though unconscious of me or my presence, that I fled from the place (...)".

Once again hats off for Jonathan - trying to search a supernatural creature while it's asleep is ballsy as heck (he would get well along with Bilbo I guess).

What an entry!

[kunosiu]

My top 10 favorite Arashi's Music Videos

To celebrate the 25th anniversary and the fact that MV are now available on YouTube (what a time to be alive...) I wanted to compile a top 10 list of my favourite Arashi's MVs. And it turned out to be quite hard. My last cut from the list ("truth") was painful. 😭 But I did it.

Just couple of things before we start.

This is my very subjective list. If your favourite MV isn't here, I'm sorry, we just have different taste.

I'm choosing basted on the MV itself. For example, I love "I seek" as a song; it's my go to karaoke song, but MV for it is... Not my cup of tea to say the least. In other cases, like "Bittersweet", live performances outshines MV itself.

MVs are in chronological order. Don't make me rank them, I can't 😭

And now, without further ado...

1. A･RA･SHI

What can I say? It's their first MV, it's their debut song... It's iconic. It's also nice to see how far they've come. They are still babies here. 😭

2. Kitto Daijoubu

I honestly forgot about this until I was watching all MVs on November 3rd. And omg, it's so fun! The bad green screen, 4th wall breaks, rainbows, Arashi acting silly... it has it all!

3. Happiness

Let's be honest: you knew this was coming. If someone held a gun to my head I asked me to choose one of Arashi's MV as my favourite, I'd choose "Happiness". Aeons ago, someone said that this MV is 100% Arashi in Arashi and I can't disagree. You have it all: Arashi acting silly, pure chaos, Ohmiya... A LOT OF OHMIYA. And some small moments for other pairings too. xD

And it was also the first MV of them I saw.

4. Crazy Moon~kimi wa muteki~

This maybe an unorthodox choice because it's a very simple dance MV... And that's the reason I chose it. Arashi don't have any other video like this. Just them dancing to the song in an empty hall. Without any backdrop or outfit change. They had to sell it to us by just dancing. And I think they succeeded. The choreography is interesting and bravo to the stylist because I think they all look so good here.

5. My Girl

Story MVs are rare in Arashi videography. Practically just "Aozora pedal" and "My Girl". And since my best friend hates MV to "Aozora pedal", I have to choose "My girl" xD

But in all seriousness, it's really cute story where Arashi play siblings who are moving out of their family home after the death of their mother. Their mom is Photoshop monstrosity made of different parts of members' faces xD But MV it's cute nonetheless.

I remember all the fan fiction this video inspired... Good times... xD

6. Troublemaker

This is the first MV I remember waiting for. And I don't wanna say it is here just because of nostalgia. I think it's just really good video on its' own merits. I like stop-motion sequences, I think those suits are impeccable outfits and... there's a lot of Ohmiya. xD Look, I'm a simple gal, if Ohno and Nino are acting cute together, I'm putting the video on this list. xD

7. Aozora no shita, kimi no tonari

I think this maybe another unexpected entry. It's not a very popular MV. It's very simple. And maybe that's why I like it. It was shoot in outdoor locations; stylists again done wonderful job - they all look so good. I love their individual shoots, especially Aiba sitting on the edge a platform looks angelic. And the bbq at the end... ♥ This MV just feels cosy.

8. Fukkatsu Love

It's just good, I don't know what else to tell you guys. I love the parts they shoot in those long takes... Touma is there! It's just so good!

9. Don't You Get it

Another obvious entry I think. They all look good here, they all acting goofy, Sho and Nino do magic tricks, Ohno has hilarious face expressions whenever you pause the video, there's a doggie and Ohmiya dance (I've told you, guys xD)

10. Do you...?

We started with the their first MV, it's appropriate to end at their last. (AT THIS MOMENT! I HOPE 😭) "Do you..." if wonderful homage to Arashi's journey, full of easter eggs to all the previous MVs. And it might be its' only flaw - that it doesn't work so well in a vacuum. But if you were on November 3rd 2020 when this MV and Arashi's last album dropped, you were feeling it. You were crying, you were smiling and you tried to notice all the references to previous MVs. Maybe even at the same time. xD

And that's all. 😊 Thank you if you made it here. Please let me know your favourite MVs! As I've said, this is very subjective list and I had to cut off a lot of MV I love to make it just 10 videos T_T.

[kadajsbitch]

Fresh Air (P.t Two)

Pinocchio x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of smoking and drinking, angst, slight gore but mostly having to do with the puppets

A/n: BRUH. So much shit has been happening in my life atm so I apologize for the hella late update but I decided I want to make this a story so yeah 😭 I might upload this on Ao3 and Wattpad, idk yet but here’s part two!

(P.s: if you read this earlier, I fixed the typos and changed up some words and stuff but that’s all!💀)

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After he had shut the door behind them, she felt her shoulders begin to physically relax. A tension beginning to ease that she hadn't known her body had been holding…

The doors intricate locks began to whirl, clicking in place and causing a slight echo in the empty entry hall. She gave a sigh of relief, moving her gaze from the floor to meet him.

He kept his eyes on the door for a moment, starring at it almost owlishly as if expecting more… whether that be of the door to suddenly open and allow the mechanoids to infiltrate the hotel, or whatever thoughts he had towards it swirling through his mind, she didn’t know.

However, she watched rather awkwardly for a moment before adverting her gaze, as his wandered to look at his robotic arm as it made a slight noise before it went silent and still. She had noticed it twitching slightly while they had been talking to one another outside, but she hadn’t commented…

Instead, she cleared her throat lightly, the action garnering his attention as he turned his head to look in her direction. "Thank you... I think I'll be smoking from inside from now on." She smiled, joking lightly as he turned and began to walk towards her, a gentle smile on his lips as he nodded in the direction to the stairway that led to the lobby.

"Those are bad for you, you know. Why do you think the men who smoke them are constantly hacking up something before they can properly talk?" At this, she raised an eyebrow, turning her attention away from the door that would lead them to the stairwell.

“That’s not true! My mother smoked all the time back when I lived with my parents. The only problem she got from smoking being the breathe.” She chuckled, looking up towards him catching the way his nose subtly wrinkled before turning to grin at her.

"Well if it comforts you, I don’t plan to be a chain smoker. I just saw the box lying on the ground and chose to take it because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about…” a half truth… and a half lie. She found it yes, but it wasn’t on the ground. It was on a corpse... while it was true she grabbed it out of curiosity, as well as her own excitement at the prospect of doing something she knew her family would have a fit had they been able to see, she wasn’t going to tell him that.

She was surprised when he suddenly chuckled, a light yet almost practiced sound to her ears, and she turned to look at him as they began to ascend the stairs. “And did you indeed see what the fuss was about?” He asked.

She shrugged, shaking her head slightly with a look of disillusionment as she spoke. “Honestly? No. I thought it’d be like alcohol but without the unpleasant taste and feelings you get after drinking it. The first time I ever drank, I got the worse headache after only a small glass. Plus the taste is god awful.” She replied, wrinkling her nose.

He still wore his smile, but it seemed a bit practiced now as he stiffly nodded, his blue eyes turning to stare at hers. “Yes. Very unpleasant. I take it your a drinker then?” The question was harmless and she playfully rolled her eyes but mentally she found the question odd considering she had just described feeling negative towards drinking due to the effects it came with.

“No, I’ve only drunk once in my life, and it was only for the experience. If I’m being honest, I hope it’s the last time though… I would say it will be the last time but I’m indecisive. I take it you’ve never drank before though?” His face was relaxed, and in the stairwells lighting, the shadows danced over his eyes, which in turn held a sharp look as his gaze was directed to her... for a second, he looked uncomfortably uncanny but not threatening… She pushed the thought to the side however as she focused on the steps ahead of them.

“No, I haven’t.” He stated simply. “But if I could I probably would for the experience as well.” he replied back but this only caused her to frown, before a slight smirk found it’s way on her face. “Why? Too scared to sneak a sip from your parents cabinet?”

At this, he raised his eyebrow at her giving her a questioning look and for a moment, she was worried he was genuinely one of those people who were too much of a moral martyr and would look at her oddly for the joking suggestion. But to her surprise, he cracked a quick smile before laughing lightly, a genuine sound as he looked down at his shoes, crossing his arms.

“No, not at all. Other reasons though. I don’t think my father would care much if I did. Matter of fact, I feel he’d be quite intrigued if I ever showed interest to that sort of thing.” He admitted, and she crossed her arms, leaning on the opposite wall he stood against chuckling lightly.

Mentally, she was giving herself a clap on the back because it had taken her a week to muster enough courage to talk to Antonia and Eugenia as she was talking to him. She was so used to moving from place to place, and not seeing the same faces around her that it was almost a bit of a shock when she’d go to sleep, only to wake up hours later, and see she was still in the hotel. As well as the people she had seen the day previously, were still there. It’s because she had to move around so much, her people skills were a bit rusty to say the least but she couldn’t help but to feel relaxed whilst she talked to Pinocchio…

Pinocchio’s eyes scanned her face for a moment, studying her before clearing his throat and proceeding to walk ahead towards the doors that would lead them to the lobby, the amused smile still playing on his lips. “Come. It’s late out and its better to be in the lobby than to be here. There’s a draft.”

She couldn’t help but to feel a bit disappointed that their conversation seemed to be coming to an end, but considering how late it truly was, along with the fact he seemed mad enough to walk around Krat far from the hotel, she assumed he was rather exhausted.

She nodded, pushing herself from the wall before walking alongside him into the hotels lobby.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

While it was true that most of society had given to buying puppets to replace human workers, there were a select few companies that all but banned puppets from entering their facility's even with their owners beside them.

Therefore it really was no surprise that many people in the anarchy ridden city, paired up and had buildings much to their own liking, where they'd enroll those who had survived seeking refuge in bigger groups, to support their cause to abolish puppets. It helped that present day events gave them a broader reason to expand on their reasoning...

A good example of their work would be some of the puppets they managed to dispatch and re-arrange their now unanimated bodies in positions that were eerily similar to what a human might look like after being violently slaughtered…

A good example of this she could think, of was the puppet who had been hanging by the neck over the bridge she had crossed days previously to get to the hotel.

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, her right hand coming to rest on her left shoulder as she stared out of one of the hallways windows, thinking back to the puppet as she stared at the unmoving one that lie on the outside ground floor… it unnerved her how he looked almost human despite the clear robotic jaw and eyes as well as wires that stuck out from his chest cavity… the puppet equivalent of innards like a humans, and the black oil that it lie in reminded her too much of a humans blood despite the clear difference in color.

The sound of soft footsteps approaching her, brought her from her thoughts however, as she turned away from the window to see who was approaching her, worried that whoever it was would find it odd she was spending her morning staring out at the dead lifeless puppet but then again, there wasn’t like there was much of anything else to stare at scenery wise considering Krat was in ruin.

She relaxed as she came to see it was only Pinocchio and she felt herself becoming happy that he was approaching her considering they’re previous conversation the night before. Finally there was someone her age other than Sophia and Eugenia she could talk to, not that she talked much with Sophia due to her having to constantly focus her powers on patrolling the city of Krat for survivors and other key issues.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well.” He greeted her, coming to stand beside her with a slight smile on his face that she returned happily.

“Good morning to you as well, and I did. Slept well too, I presume?” He shrugged, turning to look outside the window she had previously been occupied with, his eyes scanning the outside area.“Adequate.” He replied simply, and seemingly honestly.

The corner of her mouth lifted into a subtle smirk as she now fully grasped his appearance. Unlike the clothes he wore the night prior, today he wore something a little more formal… He wore a simple chemise white shirt only this time, he adorned a cravat with a gold ruby pendant in the center. This was followed by a red buttoned vest, that seemed to have a pocket watch tucked within, perhaps in a hidden pocket on the other side she presumed.

As for the rest of his outfit, he wore a simple blue long coat with gray breeches and white socks and flat black shoes… He looked quite studious, like the few men from the academy’s she used to be forced to greet when her parents had been looking for a husband for her sister.

“Ah, you’re dressed properly today it seems.” She said, teasing him lightly. He broke his gaze from outside, turning to look at her with a smirk of his own on his face. “You are as well it seems. Better than your nightgown, robe and slippers…” At this, she scoffed in mock offense, before playfully elbowing him, chuckling lightly as she looked down at her shoes.

Antonia had kindly let her borrow some of her old clothes due to the fact the only ones she had were the rags on her back she had wore when she arrived to the hotel… they weren’t literal rags of course, just old and tattered clothes she managed to find once she outgrew her old tattered ones, with uneven patches on them from times she had to sew them when they developed holes… Today however, she wore a simple high collar black dress with slightly baggy sleeves that slimmed down towards her forearms making it easy to perform task without the sleeves being too much of a nuisance. It was a modest dress, stopping at her ankles with nothing else much being special about it. But it was enough. After all, it had been years since she’s been able to wear a dress so it was a welcome change.

There was a sudden small silence between them, a comfortable one albeit, as they stood in front of the window beside one another. Their small smiles still gracing their features as they looked at the ruined scenery before them.

However, her eyes had found the ruined puppet’s body once more and her smile began to fade as she stared at it… or more so him considering it was a male model as was most working puppets.

Pinocchio’s eyes glanced toward her, his own smile faltering as his eyes found what had made her suddenly appear pensive. “That puppets been there since I arrived. There’s no need to worry. Once they’ve been destroyed to the point that this puppet has been, there’s no chance of it being able to turn back on.” He spoke blandly, as his eyes glanced at her for a moment before looking back towards the puppet.

Her frown deepened and her eyebrows furrowed slightly at this. “But I thought it was possible to fix any puppet once they’ve been subjected to damage. It’s head doesn’t seem destroyed. And after all, the head is where their artificial intelligence and memory are stored, right?” While she didn’t understand the full anatomy to the puppets, she knew what little scraps she had read in papers and heard in idle gossip when she would pass through towns.

Pinocchio shook his head, his eyes darting back to the mangled robot. “Due to the virus, they no longer garner the memory of their purpose as well as control over themselves. Even if they were to magically stop their rampaging, the virus has destroyed much of their cognitive abilities to function so they’d be useless.”

“So there’s no way to fix the rogue bots.” She stated plainly, as her eyes found his in which, they were still glued onto the unmoving puppet. He was quiet, his robotic arm emitting a slight noise as he moved it to cross his arms over his chest.

“No. Once Geppetto pinpoints the cause of the virus, these puppets will most likely get sent to be destroyed fully and if there’s a slight possibility that more robots are to be manufactured after all of this, their scraps will be re-used to make more.” Y/n didn’t know why she suddenly felt the urge to shiver at his words but she repressed it. Keeping herself together. She didn’t even want to imagine the process of how they destroyed or dismantled them… while they may be objects in a sense, it seemed morbid to think of a pile of parts that resembled a humans, that were stacked ceiling high, and torn apart.

“Wow…” she said suddenly after a moment of the morbid thoughts flowing through her mind. “That’s kind of macabre to think about.” She admitted, as her right hand played with the collar of her dress.

He seemed to find this interesting as he tuned to face her fully now, his head coming to rest on the right side of the window frame as he gazed at her unblinking with a look of contempt. “Macabre? How so?”

“I mean… look at the situation? Do the puppets even know their being possessed by a virus right now? And if they do, are they aware of what they’re doing? How do they even feel about it? And then imagine, being brutally torn apart because of something you couldn’t control? That’s scary of you ask me.” She replied. She had to advert her gaze from his mid conversation due to his unblinking eyes… she wondered was he aware of his lack of awareness to his expressions.

“Does it upset you?” He asked, his face calm and stoic but his eyes held an unknown emotion she couldn’t properly grasp as they locked eyes with one another, once again. If anything, she assumed he was going to ask her why she thought the puppets held a conscious or their own moral input other than what was implemented in their systems.

She broke his gaze once again, feeling uncomfortable with his unmoving eyes as she looked to her side. She was focused on nothing in particular but her mind tried to process how to properly get her words out as she thought to how to respond.

“It does. I know… that the answer to my questions are probably no, they have no feeling, and they’re made to perform the specific duty they were created for, but you’ve got to admit it’s upsetting seeing something that resembles us humans, even with their clear signs of artificially being created such as their speakers, joints and clothing, being mutilated like that.” she paused for a moment after saying her piece, trying to decide if she should expand more on what she truly wanted to say. Pinocchio seemed to have guessed she had more on her mind because he simply nodded, a subtle gesture offering her to continue.

“…What upsets me the most is not knowing how things will proceed from here on out… The anti-puppet regime’s and groups are now at an all time high, and while I do understand their reasoning for wanting to annihilate them, I can’t help to be disgusted by their methods. We get it, you don’t like them, and now they have further reasons to prove why but to go as far as hanging them, ripping them open and placing their bodies in very humiliating conditions to prove your point? It’s funny… the way they’re going about slaughtering the puppets they can get their hands on, is the same way the rogue puppets are slaughtering us. Only difference is, the human side who are reporting their anti-puppet cause, are going further to treat them more inhumane than they are us.” She finished, still starring down at the ground, whilst her hand played with her collar.

She hadn’t meant to rant, but as much as she was angered by what the puppets were doing, at least they had a reasoning. One in which that by Geppetto’s words, they can’t control.

Prior to the outbreak, the anti’s were already trying to make an example of their dislike for puppets by destroying them and leaving their slogans painted around the scene in which they had committed the crime at... It also didn’t help that some people who neither supported nor disliked the puppets, thought to find benefit in them by buying, altering and using them for things less than what their pre-made purpose was for… almost every paper had an article about underground rings doing less than human things to these puppets or having them do illegal work for them.

Honestly, she wondered if Geppetto was partially lying about it being a bug that was possessing them, and the reality of it was they were fighting back for they’re treatment, but she didn’t voice this.

“Hm…” Pinocchio hummed, the sound causing her to bring her eyes from the carpeted hallway floor, to his attention as he gazed down at the puppet outside once more. “That’s an interesting perspective. No surprise that everyone here in the hotel feels the same. I assumed you’d lean towards the humans who support getting rid of them due to their slaughtering and violent destruction of Krat.”

She shook her had, grimacing slightly. “While the puppets more or less unnerve me, prior to them going rogue I honestly managed better with their company more than I did with other human beings.”

In all honesty, that wasn’t necessarily the truth. The reality of it was ever since she left home, she had to be extremely careful in puppet dominated spaces due to the fact if they recognized her from the many sketches of her on wanted posters, they’d immediately alert those around them as well at the police puppets to come arrest her.

While the sketches and photographs of her were old and she no longer resembled the wealthy, upperclass little girl in the photos, puppets such as police ones had built in facial recognition. All they’d have to do is look at her, scan her face and they’d know exactly who she was and she’s had more close calls than she could mentally count…

Prior to her leaving home however, when it came to the puppets, she was familiar with the puppet servants of her home. One puppet in particular, being her full time nanny from the time she was a babe, up until the day she ran…

She cringed subtly pushing the memories of home from her mind, the action not going unnoticed by Pinocchio who studied her intensely, as his eyes all but scanned over her features, his face a stoic mask of his own. “Um, do you mind us stepping away from the window? It seems there’s a bit of a draft coming from it.” She rubbed her arms slightly, not even waiting for his answer despite asking as she stepped away from the window.

He followed pursuit, walking beside her as they walked down the hall. She glanced at him as the lobby came into view, feeling uneasy by his sudden aloof demeanor as they walked silently beside one another. “What do you think?”

She suddenly blurted out, causing Pinocchio to halt in his tracks while his gaze still remained ahead of them. An action she found rather robotic in itself, but she thought nothing of it as his face turned to meet hers.

“I think… we should focus on the task at hand. If you’re returning my question, than I think the task at hand needs to be dealt with and that’s that these puppets must be stopped.” She frowned, slightly annoyed by his seemingly practiced yet bland response.

“Well of course they need to be taken care of, but what do your really think? About the puppets? Prior to them going rogue and all?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at his unreadable expression.

She was worried that maybe her views had offended him. She tended to stay neutral when it came to politics and things that usually had people torn apart, but when he had questioned her, there was no indicator in his tone or body language that he had been uncomfortable, not to mention, he had explicitly asked her how she felt about them.

She internally cursed herself, wishing she hadn’t over shared. After all, he had approached her on his own accord, and prior to their conversation the mood had been light until her focus fell to the mangled puppet outside…

“What I think about my kind doesn’t matter.” His answer was quick, and despite his same calm tone of speaking, she couldn’t help but to feel like there was an underlying sharpness to his tone as his eyes all but bore into her now, unblinking.

She stared at him, her eyes scanning his face for any hint of humor or lie yet she couldn’t find anything behind his stony stare.

He broke his gaze from her, before walking deeper into the lobby, heading towards Sophia who had been pacing in her usual spot, but she had stopped at Pinocchio’s arrival.

He was a puppet…

[the-kr8tor]

When you just have a thought of a Halloween-themed wip idea based on your earlier angst idea 🥲

Don’t know if you remember the princess!R and rebel!Hobie idea I talked about earlier, but I just thought of a ghost story sequel of it 🥲

Fifty years after the revolution, a group of historians/ghost hunters break into the abandoned castle in search for the rumored ghost of the headless princess, who seeks revenge for her and the royal family’s death. An older Hobie sees them enter the castle, and still in grief for the death of the princess, runs after them to stop them.

Haunting ensues with R scaring the hell out of the crew to get them out of the castle, but somehow always disappearing and avoiding meeting Hobie whenever he comes near the crew. Along the way, the crew starts finding little trinkets and old journal entries written by R from her last few months before the revolution, slowly piecing together the girl behind the rumored tyrannical princess.

Tensions between the crew and Hobie grow as he tries to get them out, still traumatized with everything that happened, while the crew grows more sympathetic to R until Hobie hits his breaking point and reveals his part in it. All of his grief and heartbreak pours out of him as he continues to confess about his role of the downfall of the royal family, of his role of killing the love of his life.

After that confession, Hobie finally sees the ghost R behind the crew, at first in her headless ghost form before she shifts into how she looked before the revolution. Hobie thinks R is finally going to exact revenge on him and kill him, but R only smiles and reaches out to hug him, like how they used to before her death, as if she was waiting for him to confess his love for her after so long.

Their reunion soon ends as R starts to pass on, with her whispering to Hobie that she still loves him as her last parting words.

Idk how else to end this because I’m juggling holding a baby while typing this lol. Maybe I’ll come back to this idea once she goes to sleep.

- 😅

YES I REMEMBER THAT!!! OKAY POP OFF THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!

Old Hobie being the caretaker of the dilapidated castle where he last saw the love of his life made me tear up ngl 🥲 for some reason this reminded me of haunting on hill house! From what i remember there was an old caretaker of the mansion whose child died inside the old house but he still takes care of the place bc her soul was stuck in the house so he waits until his final day so he could be with her again 😭😭😭

The ghost hunters are ryan and shane confirmed 😂

R finally moving on after hearing Hobie's words that she's been waiting for since her death 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Lol I actually imagined you literally juggling a baby and your phone 😂

This would be so perfect for an octobie fic!!

[chaisshitposts]

this isn't really void progress but just a little journal entry for comedy purposes 😭

alright, well, i took an edible last night, chilled for a little bit, and when I started feeling the effects of it i went to my bedroom and laid my ass down.

then, i turned on the 'let go' void state subliminal, laid down on my back, and started doing the 'turn your left brain off' thingy. I'll tell ya one thing, edibles slowed my thoughts down and made my brain feel like it was being gently caressed by a million dandelion stems. it freaked me TF out.

anyways, the feeling spread over my body, and thEn suddenly I started seeing fractals of blue, green, red, and purple. then my heart rate just started going fucking NUTS, I thought my heart was about to explode right outta my chest. then the REM set in and I started freaking out and trying to open my eyelids while my actual eyeballs were moving on their own 😭 and not to mention some invisible force kept pulling my head downwards. this just further solidified why i don't actively continue to try entering the void while awake, I don't like those sensations at ALL. call me a lil' bitch if ya want but I refuse to put myself into a state that genuinely scares me just to reach the state of pure consciousness. I take my hats off to people who can lay still for hours on end without a care in the world, as well as people who willingly try to get sleep paralysis

moral of the story, i personally will NOT be doing that again. ill just save my edibles for the cinema like usual and will just continue to affirm that I'm fully awake and aware in the void every time I fall asleep. ig the best thing out of doing drugs before bed was i got a full night's sleep, and o f c o u r s e, i was in the void state again while i was asleep and only remembered doing so when I woke up 🧍but luckily, I remembered a haCk I saw some weeks ago for affirming and I'm still on my 10k affirmation shit. honestly, I think doing this experiment further opened my eyes on how one size does not fit all.

as of September 27th, 2023 11:50 am, I've affirmed for my 'rules', the void, and subliminals working instantly 5,000 times each using code words counting on physical counters I bought yesterday. I've never felt more unbothered + relaxed and I think I found what I've been looking for. if you're interested in hearing more about what I've been doing, ask away

[tarot-by-e11e]

Hello! I am here for the game🫶🏻

My initials are V.H. My go to emojis are 😂😭✨

My practical self love tip is to journal! If I journal my thoughts I can know more about myself and what’s wrong in my mind.

This also helps me to check my mental health.

Self love affirmations worked wonderfully for me! It helped so so much in believing in myself

Thank you so much✨🫶🏻

Hi VH,

Thank you so much for patiently waiting for your turn in my game.

The card pulled for “What do you need to learn to love about yourself” is: The Box (XLIV)

The practical approach to how to learn to love yourself is: 10 of Cups

When I saw that you journal as your self-care, it made so much sense that I pulled the Box card for you. This card talks about structure and also how every time we break through a layer, there’s a new level where you can expand and grow. To relate to what part of yourself you need to learn to love is your desire to push past what your conscious knows by delving deep into your thoughts through journaling.

This is your way of breaking through another layer of your psyche/self, to figure out what triggers you and why you are triggered by certain events and situations in your life. You might even never consider that your effort towards self-care in this manner as something to love about, but that’s not the case. The mere fact that you actually take the time to sit down and write your thoughts and figure out why you react in a certain way to a certain situation is noteworthy because not a lot of people are brave enough to sit with their own thoughts in silence.

So a good and practical way to show love to this side of you is to show gratitude towards yourself and treat yourself right after you journal. Let’s say your last journal entry was a bit emotionally heavy, give yourself permission to just walk out aside and eat some tasty desserts. Rewarding yourself after journalling is a good way to reinforce this great self-care habit.

This concludes your reading.

Do let me know how this resonates with you.

(This reading is for entertainment purposes only.)

[03jyh23]

I just saw your personal post and I just need you 🫵🏽 to know that when you feel lonely I’m someone that’s thinking about you and wishing all the best for you! And it’s not just because you’re my favorite writer and your writing leaving such a lasting effect on me. I care about you 🫵🏽 It makes me so happy seeing you post personal stuff like you and yuyu on the beach enjoying a three day trip. Adulthood is lonely and can be isolating but there is someone who is thinking about you and hoping to see your name when they log in so they know you’re okay (me I’m that someone 😂💕) You’re special, incredibly and I’d kiss your beautiful and ridiculously talented brain if I could lol. Okay love ya bye ✌🏽😂

oh hi 🥺 you truly have no idea how seeing your username makes me smile and generally happy! i also hope to see you popping up in my notifications when i log in. each time i write for finding our way back (or any other fic tbh), i think about doing my best to write it to your liking. for real, you mean a lot to me. (even my friend, the only one who knows im writing, knows about you because one time you reblogged when i was out with her and i became so happy she was like ''what happened? did yunho post?'' and i was like nah it's just my favorite moot lol) 🩷

irl, i'm really just a softie who gets slightly overwhelmed by her own emotions. it's hard for me to believe people can enjoy what i write or be interested in me 😭 so i go through many emotions when i work on my fics. when i post them, i get slightly anxious because i truly don't want to see them flop and i spend so much on writing it's like im posting a part of me.

it really can get super lonely, and at first, i didn't want to admit that loneliness is what i'm feeling because it scared me. but since i've named it, i guess it's easier to deal with it and all the other emotions it triggers. i never imagined that this is how i would feel at 24.

i plan to post more personal entries, though! at first, i wanted this blog to be strictly for writing, but i've become so comfortable here that i can't care enough to create a separate blog! plus, i keep my masterlist updated, so it's still easy to navigate through this blog (or at least i hope so).

oh, and my brain would definitely love your kisses 🥺

love you my dear, hope you have a nice day

૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა ./づ~ ♡

[imtouchestarved]

Chapter eight

Idk how to write combat, so I REALLY tried my best. Don't judge me. it's my first time😭(this chapter is quite long tho, just warning!)

"Oh no, the train already set off," (Y/n) said as she was panting from the nonstop running to the station. 'Come on, think.. you have to get there somehow.' She thought and looked around her.

She already asked the people in the station when the next train is going to arrive, but no one could give her an answer.

'If only I would've arrived sooner,' she pouted and crossed her arms, angry with herself. 'I assume I have no other choice,' she came to the conclusion. 'I'll have to get there on foot.'

...

Her eyes felt so heavy, she won't be able to sleep tonight, theres a few hours left till the sunrise. The only thing that kept her awake was her crow that kept repeating :"Kaww! Kaww! This way, this way!"

'God.. keep yourself together, (Y/n).' She thought as she rubbed her eyes. At that point, she already ran for hours nonstop, only stopping to drink and regulate her breathing.

She followed the railroads, but the view hasn't changed much since the beginning. She started to lose hope she would get there on time.

"How much do I have left?!" She yelled at her crow, praying she would get a normal answer considering the last ones.

"800 meters! The flame hashira is only 800 meters away!"

"800?? Thank God! Only a little bit more!" She started speeding up, and in the distance, she began to see the train. Only it had completely fallen apart. What the hell happened? Did they kill the demon?

As she got there, the first thing she saw was Zenitsu and Nezuko helping clearing out the people from the train. When they saw her, they looked surprised. "(L/n)-san?!" Zenitsu yelled, "What are you doing here??"

She only shook her head, signaling she had no time or air to explain. "R..Rengoku-san..where is..Rengoku.." she managed to blurt out, desperately trying to regulate her breathing.

"U-um.. I think him and Tanjiro are over there," he pointed forward. (Y/n) bowed as a thank you and started heading there. So many questions started to cross her mind. Did they kill it? Then how does her feeling not go away? Why is it only getting stronger?

A few seconds later, she started to hear it, Rengokus breathing style. Is there another demon here? It surely felt like it. "(L/n)-san!!" She then heard and turned to the source of the voice. Tanjiro was lying on the floor, looking wounded and panicked. A few meters away from him was rengoku, fighting savagely with a demon with pink hair and criminal marks all over his body . That aura.. could it be an upper moon?

"Please!" Tanjiro begged, "please help Rengoku-san fight! I tried to help, but they're too fast, I can't find an entry!" She took a minute to stare at the battle. Even though she was full of worries, she couldn't stop admiring the fight. Such an amazing power..

She then snapped out of it and quickly rushed to Tanjiro, "No, it's a good thing you were smart enough to back off. Are you okay? Where are you wounded?" She started to scan his body for injuries but was immediately stopped by him. "I got stabbed in the stomach, but I will be okay. Forget about me, go help him!" He pointed at the battle, and she had no choice but to nod, and find a way to enter.

Tanjiro was right. It was almost impossible to keep track of them. The demon didn't use a weapon and used his fists, but he looked as much as intimidating as an upper moon could be.

"Aha! Is it my lucky day? Two hashira has honored me with their presence!" He laughed as she succeeded in entering the battle. Rengoku took a quick peek in her direction, and a smile started to spread his lips. "Now then.. let's see what you're capable of..!"

It was a tough battle. considering the amount of energy (Y/n) used just to get here, She was at her limit. If Rengoku wasn't here to cover up for her, most likely, she would already be dead by now. But her being a little bit slower than she usually is doesn't mean she wasn't a hashira.

"Ice breathing, fourth form.."

"Flame breathing, second form.."

They began to say. Only less than an hour until sunrise, they have to keep up fighting.

"Snow drifts!!"

"Rising scorching sun!!"

They leased their attacks. But Akaza didn't budge. He effortlessly dodged them as he jumped in the air, beginning to unleash his next attack. "Nice team work you got there! If you both become demons, you will definitely be one of the upper moons!" He called as he successfully landed an attack on (Y/n)'s shoulder. if she wouldn't move in time, it would've definitely ripped it off.

She moaned in pain, but her grip on her sword didn't loosen. (Y/N)!" Rengoku called as he blocked Akaza's attacks. "I GOT THIS!" She replied. "I got this.." she whispered to herself.

"Ice breathing, sixth form.." her lungs burned; her body ached; and she definitely had at least 2 ribs broken.

Rengoku's situation wasn't less serious. His ribs were broken; the blood coming out from a cut on his forehead kept blinding him, resulting in him struggling to block all Akaza's attacks, and he kept spitting blood.

"Shattering of a frozen heart!" She yelled as she got closer to his neck. 'I'm close! I'm so close!' She thought, but the minute the cold blade touched his neck, the demon threw his arm, resulting in her getting punched in the ribs.

She spat blood, her eyes winded, and she got thrown away to the other side of the field.

She heard Rengoku yelling her name over and over, but the girl couldn't speak. She couldn't move. 'Am I going to die?' She thought as her vision faded, and her eyes began to shut.

'No..no, get up! You promised, you promised Father you would succeed! You promised to make him proud..' she slowly reached out her arms and lifted her upper body as she spat more blood.

Getting up on her legs seemed like the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, let alone walking and heading towards their direction. She slowly crawled, ignoring any sharp pain her body was signaling to her. The battle isn't done. The demon isn't dead.

When she was a few meters away, it's like everything next was in slow motion. Akaza's fist was getting closer to Rengoku's stomach. (Y/n)'s eyes winded. As this speed, his fist will completely destroy his internal organs and might even impale him!

'Oh no, this is bad. this is bad..' her lips parted, preparing to at least warn him. But then she realized that even if she did, he wouldn't be able to block an attack at that speed. What about Tanjiro? Where is he? She looked in his direction. No, too far, way too far. He would never make it.

Her eyes started to well up tears. 'This can't be happening..' despair started to wash all over her.

"Don't act like a toddler! Get up on your feet! When the time comes and you'll face a demon, it won't listen to your sobs! It wouldn't hesitate to slash your throat open and feast on your flesh! Now get up, always remember :at a When time you can't use your mind first, always attack no matter what! Even if you can't feel your limbs, even if you're blinded by fear. You grip your sword and won't let go until your last breath!"

Her eyes winded by the memory that suddenly flashed her. 'Father..'

She took a deep breath, not minding the piercing pain in her ribs.

"Ice breathing tenth form.."

She got into position.

"Tundra neptune!!"

The sun started peeking from behind the mountains. Akaza's arm was slashed off, his eyes winded, and a smile started to spread on his face. "Such great power, become a demon, (Y/n)! And your strength won't go to waste with the years!" He laughed with joy, what a maniac.

(Y/n), panting and her legs wobbling. "I would never.." she blurted, having to stop as she coughed blood. "I would never become a monster like you.."

She fell on her knees, wrapping her arm over her stomach as she tried to stop coughing. "(Y/n)!" Rengoku put his hand on her back, leading her to lean on him.

Akaza hummed, "Hmm.. you might not survive with those injuries, (Y/n).. with becoming a demon, one should never have to fear death again!" He insisted, but then he noticed the sun rays washing over the field and didn't hesitate to run off. "I will be back!" He shouted as he ran into the forest.

"Ren..goku..san.." she started to say as he held her close to his chest. "What? What is it, (Y/n)? Please just hang on a little more, reinforcement are on the way!" He begged as he watched the girl slowly giving up to her injuries. His hand cupped her cheek. "I'm getting.. tired.." her eyes were close to shutting off, but Rengoku tapped her gently on her face. "I know, but please don't close your eyes just yet. You might have a concussion. Tell me something, anything! Tell me about your family, tell me the reason why you became a demon slayer!"

Her breathing was shallow, and with every single one she took, she winced in pain. "Well.. it night not be.. an impressive nor heart-wrenching story like everyone else's.." she cleared her throat.

"My father..joined the corps.. when he was a teen.. but after a few of..his first missions, he grew so afraid of facing another demon.. and then he left the corps.."

Rengoku nodded and wiped with his thumb the blood that dripped from the corners of her lips. "Good, keep talking. What happened after?" He asked to keep her awake.

(Y/n) looked at Rengoku's face and grinned, "All his exceptions from himself shattered, he spiraled in despair. And then I was born. Ever since I learned how to grip, there wasn't a day I hadn't lift up a sword. At first, it was like a fun little game. For me, it was just another time quality with my beloved father.." her smile then became sorrowful, and salty tears started to stream down her face. "As I grew up, it became horribly suffocating. I couldn't have my own hobbies, I couldn't have my own dreams, because of HIS. My thoughts and needs didn't matter. the worst part was: he was never satisfied. Not when I passed my final selection, not when I slowly ranked up. Not even when i became a hashira."

She shook her head slightly, small sobs came out of her mouth. "When I told him the news, he asked: 'Are you the strongest hashira out there?' And when I couldn't answer him, he frowned in disapproval. My mother was always proud of me, though. And for that, I am forever thankful."

There was a small silence, Rengoku had to take in all the information. "Hey.." she whispered, "I might die right here -" she started to say but was cut off by Rengoku's protests. "Don't say that, you will he fine!" He stated.

She smiled and reached one shaky hand to his hair, tucking it behind his ear. "I want you to say to my parents that I love them. And please, thank mitsuri-san and Shinobu-San for being so, so kind to me.." She placed her hand back to her lap, too exhausted to keep it up. "And I want to thank you too. for your presence, for our little conversations and most importantly, simply your existence. You bring so much joy to the people around you, kyojuro."

She called him by his first name, and it felt nothing but pleasant. She then closed her eyes, too exhausted to keep them open. But the minute she closed them, she felt something warm drip on her face and opened them again.

In front of her, the flame hashira's eyes were full of tears, dripping down his face. He stifled his sobs, but his face was red and wet.

She frowned, "No.. please don't cry.." she reached out her arm once again, cupping his face with her palm as she wiped his tears with her thumb. "Don't cry, don't cry, kyojuro.." she whispered as she tried not to cry with him.

"Don't drown with grief yet.. I'm still here.." she started to say, but then Rengoku closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers as he said silenty, his voice soaked with sorrow and pleading: "Don't leave me.." he begged as he sobbed, "please.."

"Please.."

[starfilled-galaxy]

why do me fusi and their sister keep accidentally getting into the most insane roleplays on toog 😭

@bananacat76 you already know all of this but ill tag you anyway

talking ab roleplays under cut bc its long :3c

first time was that kel was the manager of gino's and got into an argument with omori because he only served orange joe and keep sitting on the counter. something appeared and everyone ran out bc holy shit this place is haunted, and kel quit his job as manager. anyway they fought outside while mari was trying (and failing) to keep them from fighting. eventually omori and mari went home and kel was like "man i hope i dont get reported to the police for killing the old manager and then taking her job..... OH SHIT IS THAT THE POLICE???" (he got put in jail) then hero comes across mari and sunny talking at their house and is like "hey do you guys know where kel is? he's missing..." and mari's like "oh last i saw him he was at the plaza" "i just checked there tho?" "you did? um, well he got into a bit of an argument so maybe he went somewhere to cool off?" "ah, well he normally thinks the secret hangout lake area is calming so he might be there" "alright, how about we come with you?" "oh uh sure!" so they look by the lake and do not find kel, right before hero leaves mari gives the run-down to hero ab the argument with omori and kel then they all go home sunny threatens to kill himself by jumping down the stairs. he does not hero gets a call from the police and tell him that his brother is in jail for committing murder. he then finds kel's journal with the most recent entry confessing about his murder (and littering potatoes everywhere). hero is like what the fuck so he goes to the park to clear his head, where mari and sunny find him again mari talks with hero while sunny. does stuff. such as stabbing potatoes hero tells her about how kel was a murderer and he's really sad and stuff then in the middle of the convo at some point hero gets FUCKING POSSESSED....... by..... kel's evil twin brother "jel" he turns to mari and smiles "so anyway wanna go commit murder with me?" "what.... why...." "idk sounds like fun" "HERO WE JUST TALKED ABOUT THIS MURDERER ISNT FUN" "yes it is?" "NO ITS NOT??" during all of this sunny is still stabbing potatoes and fusi (mari) is occasionally going out of character to do the basketball YUH sound sunny goes home and hero and mari continue their convo "well if you dont join me you're gonna be my next victim" "...what" he pushes her to the ground "join me" anyway mari refuses so hero chases her like some fucking horror movie scene until she gets home to call the police and locks the door with sunny and hero still outside. hero attempts to scare sunny but sunny has a knife and he doesnt wanna get stabbed. sunny stabs him anyway and he bleeds out. mari's like "oh my god what did you do" and takes him to the hospital, where he wakes up and uh talks with mari while having no memory of when he was possessed they leave the hospital and then the roleplay ends bc we didnt know where to go from there lmfao

second one, still ongoing, is that mari stole hector and had him be a backing dancer on a stage while she did a ted talk ab the respawn button. then hector got... stuck in the floor somehow so i had to reset character (die), and sunny saw. and then kel shows up and is like "mari what did you do with hector?" and she's like "oh sorry i just wanted to use him for a bit, but i can give him back now. sunny can you go get hector?" and sunny's like fuck hector is dead i cant tell kel... so he's like "uh uh uh um uhhhhh i saw. hero. and i gave hector to him. and he said something about going to a dog park. so he wont be home" and kel is like "oh ok :D" and goes home then he gets there and sees hero "you're back already?" "i never left??" "huh? sunny told me you went to a dog park with hector?" "no????" "HE LIED????" and then sunny to mari "HOLY FUCKING SHIT HECTOR'S DEAD MARI WHAT DO I DO"

oh also there was one time that was really short that was set in headspace where basil and omori were watering flowers but then hector (rock) kept jumping on the flowers so omori killed him, then kel shows up and is like "hey where's hector" and omori's like "uh uh maybe go check where he was last time you lost him" "oh yeah orange oasis! ill go check there!" basil and omori come along then kel gets hit by the train to orange oasis and dies then hero shows up and is like "hey where's kel i think he ran off again" "oh um. he got hit by the train. um. he's toast. we're gonna need life jam" "oh damn" and then hero also got hit by the train