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Oh lovely people of tumblr~
I once again require ur fic assistance.
Aight I'm like 70% sure it was jjk omegaverse, omega satoru (but he also could've just been... like that... six eyes bs or what not... ANYWAYS)
Important part's the "plot". So if it wasn't omegaverse I cant fuckin remember y but for some reason Gojo couldn't sleep or he'd like panic or smth and the only thing to get him down was like to scruff him (is that the word? i dont fuckin remember. they do like a neck thing) Now Suguru didn't like doing it but he realized it helped him so he was like fuck it we ball u know?
Idk bro i read like 50 fics that night and they all kinda blended together. Also im mid allnighter and delirious on sugar rn. But if that made any sense and u know it, I will be forever grateful to u and i will love you platonically (haha jk unless...) pls and thank u🙏
#jjk#gojo satoru#geto suguru#satosugu#if it wasnt clear this was a slash fic#im p sure shoko was there too but *shrug*#BROTHER IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR WEEKS#AND LIKE THERE'S NOT MANY OMEGA SATORU FICS SO IM LIKE ???#if it got removed i will cry#i cant do this again#alrdy got a heart attack from the last one#anywayssss#ao3#fic help#find a fic#i didnt kno there was a tag for that eheh#guess what im gonna be using moreee#Day 241 of hiding from my friends#we had a close call this week tho ngl
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#twigbranch#her sister and her dad were here but i removed them bc i didnt like how they were turning out ToT sorry gang#i was thinking about their relationship and how twig wouldve reacted to finding out that violet was preggers and got a bit soft over them#hawk losing pebble then finding these two then turning into a granpaw himself... enough to make me sniffle#also sometimes i think abt auntie twig over root and needle and i cry a bit sometimes ok thats all sorry for rambling#art#warrior cats
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Rubies - Trial III
the prosecution makes its argument
(Content: living weapon whumpee, past trauma, referenced child abuse, referenced caning, past emotional abuse, war, guilt, parental death mention, child death mention, emotional whump, crying, angst, comfort)
In the Emperor’s quarters, the dead far outnumbered the living. Delta knelt upon the bearskin run and ran his fingers through its thick white fur. He wanted to reach for the mouth of it, to feel the teeth, but he dared not move without permission. The fresh cane marks along his calves made sure of that.
“Here, boy.”
The Emperor had taken to calling him boy, which he found strange and overfamiliar. To his handlers, he had always been One-Oh-Seven. More and more, it has simply been Delta. There was no need for numeration when there were no others.
He rose up off of the carpet, taking silent steps until he stood in front of the weary form of the old man.
The doctor was nowhere to be seen. For this, he was grateful.
A hand heavy with time and with rings pressed against his forehead. Did he look sick? He didn’t mean to. The Emperor would find no fever there, at any rate. Delta ran cold.
“Are the stars all in alignment tonight, poppet?” He withdrew his hand. “Will today be a good day?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
There was no gap in between their words. There was no hesitation. He would be punished for lying just as quickly as for failing, so he was careful not to lie. Of course today would be a good day.
Delta was excellent.
But the Emperor still searched him. It was not illness he had sensed.
“Is everything alright?”
The concern in his voice only made the sting worse. Delta looked down in shame.
It was sullenness. That was all. He was cold all over, soaked with shame. It was bad, he knew. He was supposed to take all punishment without complaint, but Delta so seldom needed correction. It hurt all the more when it did come. He couldn’t get the chill of it to leave him. He’d been torn into.
Unfit, the doctor had said. Unworthy of the privilege. Disgraceful.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Delta responded, the shame of it deepening. He hadn’t meant to sulk about it. He was only proving their point.
There was nothing wrong with his ability to perform, which is all the Emperor had really been asking. A little emotional hurt had never impacted his powers before — thank god for that. Today would be no exception.
With that, the Emperor rose up. Delta followed a half-step behind him. He was getting on in age. It was never hard to keep up.
They walked all the way past the war room, out onto the deck of the ship. The air was thin in the upper atmosphere, but it was getting more bearable upon the descent. There were a collection of advisors and generals gathered about by the railing. Delta kept his head bowed respectfully, careful not to look them dead on. With the Emperor there, he knew they wouldn’t dare touch him. But it was a deeply ingrained habit and one he saw no reason to break.
There was a pressure at his shoulder. It was meant to be reassuring, but it only scared him worse. He could see the target below. Its perimeter was painted in a pale orange color.
They wanted showy this time.
Space was made around him as they clicked the collar off of his neck. He closed his eyes. The light was painful. All the hearts beating so close were distracting.
Disgraceful. He felt the sting of fear in his chest and prickling at his eyes. It was going to hurt. He was getting frigid in a way he hadn’t before. He didn’t want to be hurt.
He zeroed in on the target anyway, visualizing its delimitation among the pale. He wished they’d given him something to hold onto. All he had now were his own hands and his nails cutting indents into the palms. Showy. The world snapped as the target was turned to dust.
The collar clicked back on. Blood was already pooling in his throat and in his sinuses. The migraine aura descended. He swayed, but not fall. The Emperor’s hand steadied him there. It moved calming circles into his back. He heard the applause, but to him it sounded miles away.
“Incredible.” The Emperor had whispered into his ear. “You were wonderful.”
And like that, he was glowing. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t supposed to feel a thing, but the warmth of the praise made itself at home in him. It was the only time he let himself feel anything close to pride — and he could have lived in its light. It was almost worth it. He felt sick enough to die and it was almost worth it.
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Silas placed the blank sheet of paper down onto the desk and slid it towards him. His expression was grim.
“I want you to write down every target you can remember hitting. Names and dates. It doesn’t have to be exact.”
The room was small and dark, not much bigger than a broom closet. Maryam sat beside him at the table. He had a legal right to keep her there — and thought he had not asked her to, she volunteered to accompany him.
Delta rocked his leg a little as he felt at the rough graphite of the pencil.
He took the order for what it was. He had a good sense for it. There were some things he struggled to remember, but in general, his memory was better than most. He had been allowed no distractions. He’d had no choice but to focus in.
He started with the earlier days of his imperial career — the battleship he’d crushed on the water, the first show of strength before the purchase was made. And then there was all that came after. He was never told until the day of what he would be after, but he remembered them all the same.
Marisol
Pyrha
Holliday
Basalt
Clover
Killian
Versus
He wrote mechanically, appending the dates as best as he could. He’d already made up this list in his mind several times. He’d have offered it to Levon if things had gone differently, but as it stood, he’d never been given the chance.
Regina
Ursa
Deidra
Anatol
Timber
Jocobe
Weissan
He soon ran out of space on the page. He write in a smaller script around the margins.
“That’s enough,” Maryam said, eyeing the prosecutor nervously. Delta kept writing.
“You can stop now,” Silas agreed, reaching to take the paper back.
“I’m not done,” Delta snapped.
He recoiled just as soon as he’d said it. He didn’t know where he’d gotten the nerve to speak like that, to talk back at all, and especially not to them. He dropped the pencil and drew back into the chair, fully expecting to get smacked in the mouth, bare minimum.
The hit didn’t come. Silas took the paper and examined it without much reaction. It was a long list — and that was only with the Emperor. He hadn’t even gotten to Paris yet.
“Can I ask you something? For my own curiosity?” Silas said.
Delta looked up at him.
“About how far away from the target are you when activated?”
“…A mile, sir.” Delta tapped at the chair.
He nodded. “What’s the closest you’ve ever been to someone you’ve killed?”
He heard Maryam scoff beside him, but he thought it was a fair question, if an abrupt one. He had to think about it for a second. As the answer came to him, he felt the shock of ocean water, stealing just as much breath from him as it had the first time.
He held his hands up to demonstrate, having no other way to quantify the distance. Right up against his body. He’d garroted him, wrapped the chains around his neck and held him there. The water had done the rest. He hadn’t even used his powers.
“Daniel Martino,” he answered quietly, “The same night I got picked up.”
It was his most recent kill — and if Levon’s word was anything to believe in, it would be the last.
He hadn’t told anyone about it until now.
“Your handler?” Silas asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Silas and Maryam exchanged a look he could not read.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t fault you for that.” Silas folded the paper into his pocket.
The clemency caught him off guard. Delta looked down, embarrassed all the same.
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The shades were drawn in the conference room. It was a stormy day outside — Delta could imagine how the static might’ve felt on his skin had he been out there. For now, all he could do was imagine it.
“Delta,” the prosecutor drew his attention back, “I asked you a question.”
Silas was sharper with him when there was a crowd. He was familiar with this tactic. It didn’t register to him as a surprise, only as a kind of dull pain.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Delta said weakly, but sincerely. “…Could you repeat it, please?”
He usually would not have been bold enough to make requests, but then he usually wouldn’t have zoned out in the first place.
“Were the accounts of lateral violence within the Institute true?” He asked, then clarified: “Were the students there encouraged to hurt one another?”
“Yes, sir.” Delta closed his eyes. He did not need to guess the next question.
“Did you ever use your powers to injure the other students?”
Not because he wanted to. He didn’t know if he was allowed to answer with that. It had been a yes-or-no question — and his handlers had gotten mad whenever he tried to explain himself around it. He didn’t know if the same rules would apply here.
“Yes, sir.”
He caught the concerned looks of the others at the conference table. The council members had shown him no scorn so far, in spite of everything. He dreaded losing it. But in his mind, it was an inevitability. He couldn’t make himself look back.
“Did you ever kill any of them?”
It wasn’t the same as injuring. The administration had loved to use him as a threat long before he was in the imperial service. He’d always be the first they brought out they sent to scare the others into submission. After the first few times — cracked ribs, broken arms, and painful shocks — any actual violence wasn’t needed. The threat alone was enough.
That wasn’t the same as killing. While the punishment had been painful, the kills were quick. Those were for safety alone. Nobody ever died as a punishment. They died because they were about to kill everyone else.
It’d been a yes-or-no question. The answer was yes, obviously.
“Yes, sir.”
He kept his eyes down. Kitty shifted a bit to his left. He didn’t want to see the way her face changed when she found out.
Silas ended his line of questioning. The lights dimmed further as the video began to play.
PYRHA 08
SOL 07
The caption showed against the grainy white backdrop. He could see the town in his mind before it was shown on the screen. It was before the disaster. Jade was pushed up into the edges of the home. All their streets were still cobblestone. From above, as he had seen it, the town looked to be built into a crescent moon shape. The blue tops of buildings stood out against the pale sand.
“…There was this burning, endless light…”
The voiceover played over still frames of the cloud. The images clipped together in animation. He saw the tip of the airship approaching the edge of the sky.
Whoever had produced the documentary had no knowledge of the cause. How could they? It was a superweapon, they were sure, but how could they have known what?
All they could do was to quantify it. The ground temperature had reached the same peak as the sun. The duration lasted ten to fifteen seconds — 12.945 seconds, Delta corrected in his mind. There’d been no warning. 2,031 people had died. About five hundred families.
The focus was the math — and more than that, the footage. Few of his attacks had ever been so well documented. But almost as an aside, they had spoken to some of the eye witnesses.
A girl with chestnut brown hair smiled sadly into the camera as she held up the picture. The image quality changed again as a video from inside her house began to play. He could not tell if she was the infant or the child holding onto it inside the cedar living room. The camera shifted angles to capture their mother grinning on the couch, clapping along to the silent song.
There was some primordial ache in him that would not sleep. It’d always burned too hot. After the first few times, he’d learned not to touch it.
He felt it burning now, pressed up against his skin with no escape.
“And my friends always made fun of me for being such a townie, because I had to ride the bus two hours just to get to school,” the girl chirped softly, “And I remember that morning, my mom telling me not to stay too long after classes. She wanted me to come straight home that day because-“
Her voice broke.
“Because we were going to go out as a family.”
The clip cut away to the moment the sky tore open.
Delta stood up before he knew what he was doing. He stumbled blindly away from the table, pushing out into the hall.
He’d taken her parents from her. Ripped her away from them, the same way he’d been ripped away from his own. The loss cut through him sharper than he could ever remember.
He was crying. He couldn’t stop it. The sorrow and fear enveloped him in equal measures. He’d walked out. He hadn’t been dismissed, he’d never walked out like that in all his life. But he couldn’t stand to hear anymore. He didn’t want them to see him cry.
He wanted his mom. It was silly. He didn’t even know what she looked like. She clearly hadn’t wanted him.
“Delta?” Levon called after him. He stopped dead. He was recall trained — he wouldn’t dare move farther. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He didn’t think he could.
He sank to the floor instead. He tried to hide his tears, but his body shook from the effort. He was still good about being quiet when he was hurt. He was trying very hard to be good about it.
A soft sob escaped him anyway. Levon bent down onto the floor beside him.
“That was too far. I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.” Levon placed one hand lightly onto his shoulderblade. His thumb worked over the knots that had formed there, so bound up and painful.
“I’m sorry,” Delta said. It was always the first thing to come out of his mouth these days, no matter how much they tried to correct it.
He remembered how young he was at the time. He remembered how proud he’d been.
“I didn’t know,” Delta said through tears, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I know, baby,” Levon’s voice got quiet. It didn’t echo. No one else could have heard. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”
Then, even quieter, the admission: “It’s not your fault.”
Delta sobbed into his sleeve, leaning over so that his face almost touched the ground. He wished he could stop it. It was taking everything out of him.
He felt a gentle tug at his sleeve. It was an invitation. He accepted it before he could stop himself, too desperate for any semblance of comfort. Levon pulled him into the hug. His cries grew muffled as he hid his face in the fabric of the shirt.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Levon said, the pain audible in his voice. He carded his hands through the boy’s hair, doing all he could to soothe him.
“I didn’t mean to,” came the soft whine in response.
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#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump writing#living weapon#living weapon whumpee#past trauma#referenced child abuse#referenced caning#past emotional abuse#war#parental death mention#child death mention#emotional whump#crying#angst#comfort#hurt/comfort#rubies#delta#levon#REMOVE LEVON FROM THE COURT HIS ASS IS NOT IMPARTIAL#i got in my feels about delta today thats why this is so comfort-heavy at the end#he really really needs it
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kon doodles ive been doing as i finish this episode :3
#practicing kon so like when i do ref 4 artfight i dont cry :D#also i just rlly like drawing kon…..#i gave him the same expression FUCK IGNORE THAT#removing pieces of his suit even tho u cant tell#BC ITS SUMMERR GIVE THE GUY MORE SUN!!!#supers should show more skin#yk what fuck u tell u my hc#when he got in2 tt he talked w/star & got a new suit shut up#also i gave him a skirt in this bc its fun#i dint change much but yk……#shhfkkgmgkke#im just doodling :3#puppee art#kontent#should i tag?? i dont rlly wannaa#i just dont want 2 flood tags EVERR#but like i kinda like these sketxhes so…..#kon el#superboy#pls dont kill me#tyy
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queen of spades hsy for kdj's nyc cupsleeve event!!!
#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv#omniscient reader#han sooyoung#orv fanart#I WISH I COULDVE GONE BUT I JUST GOT MY WISDOM TEETH REMOVED CRY#anyways hiii hansooyoung hiiiiiii#twirls hair
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AU where the twins amulets were one of those necklaces you can buy at Claire's
it's one of those BFF ones that click apart but instead looks like this
#devil may cry#dmc5#claire's#shitpost#twins#dante sparda#vergil sparda#dmc5 dante#dmc5 vergil#dante#vergil#Inspired by those I got my x removed at Claire's meme
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im crying especially next to sam here pauls eyes seem so large sad and wet... also the text is wonderful WHAT does paul call carlos at the end😭😭
#paul and carlos beefing forever <3#daniel saying that the fights “almost got physical” sometimes i said oh yeah im sure#rpf goggles are firmly on and i am living the life of dreams#paul “i always try to remove agression” banks immediately calling his bandmate a name & saying hes difficult to deal with#SINGLIING HIM tf out#im crying#interpol
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artfight attack for @crazysodomite :^]
#the colours are all different on my screens im gonna cry#i hope it looks okay#i drew that#wahoo more goats#NOO THE TITLE GOT REMOVED IT WAS JUST A GOAT 😭#𓃶𓃶𓃶#artfight 2024#artfight#team stardust
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Realization.
#etrian odyssey#moe once again picking names on a whim LMFAOOO (first instance was. itself. and it just keeps doing this.)#I HAD TO. MAKE THIS. i had to give the sheep a name so bad upon learning this.#also i think one thing that's really important to remember about sharena and her core character#is that she's a weird girl at heart.#like i think she makes the same mistake i did (thinking kuro is a plushie) and is enthusiastic about it anyway#LIKE. sharena is a concentionally attractive literal princess weird girl. she flies under the radar#bc of those first two things (and also is given more grace/weird traits could even be romantised BECAUSE#she's pretty. high status too)#someone like moe. on the other hand. maybe there was a time it was considered close enough#to conventional attractiveness. but it's deviated so far from that One (1) societal expectation#that now it's more ostracized. its weird traits are no longer packaged in something pretty.#it's no longer desirable. it's un-romantisizable. which makes its traits more unpalatable.#it's... an aquired taste. some might say.#also i can't fucking get over the fact that moe looks like a fucking gnome in that hat LMFAOOOOOOOO#SOMETHING ABOUT THAT SPECIFIC HAT SHAPE AND THE FACIAL HAIR...... IT'S SO GNOMECORE.......#i'm gonna cry. moe. you got gnome'd. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#sharena#moe tag#my art#don't. mind the typos in here btw i'm not fixing that.#ALSO TECHNICALLY FE??? but also it's such a rough sketch idk if it matters??????#also primarily eo????#well.#fire emblem#feh#moe is. technically a summoner oc as well.#i feel like we're so far removed here i'm not tagging it LMFAOOO
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How is skeleton shaped (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Papyrus#Sans#Some redraws! I just don't feel like scanning the originals so they'll stay contextless for now lol#I apparently used to draw Papyrus' scarf/cape with a little squiggly bit down the middle of his chest as well :0 I think it looks silly now#The donk-pecks I was talking about! :D Give your sibling a family kiss ♪ As much as skeletons can anyhow lol#Papyrus was being silly and then leaned down fully expecting it lol - another thing smol and I do a lot haha#Sometimes doing the cat thing of headbutting for attention lol#Sad skele doodles! Oh no! D: Best boy is the saddest around </3#I used to draw Papyrus' mouth as having teeth behind his teeth so I gave it another go - I think I'm good on it now lol I like his weird jaw#I don't know if I based the original eye-glows off anything specific :0 I wasn't as particular about my notes back then haha#He is still very fun to draw crying tho poor lad :')#Originally the second one of Papyrus with his eyes glowing had Sans comforting him with a forehead donk - even in this redraw!#But I got the angle wrong so I removed him and then had brainworms about it lol#Something something the player (the artist) controlling the appearance/experience and moving the pieces (the characters) around as they like#I already know all that! I've been metaphorically playing with dolls for years years years! It just never stops being weird#It's like being aware of my own breathing and blinking - it's ''natural'' and normal and there's obviously nothing wrong with it lol#There's just a level of awkward....Feeling surrounding awareness lol - intentionality! It's not like I can stop just because I'm aware of it#It's just so whimsical /neutral - if Sans had turned out how I wanted him to he'd be there comforting his brother! But because I...#As stated I have brainworms please excuse me lol#The level of weird feels between the various mediums is really interesting to me tho :) Being a player or reader or watcher or artist!#They all feel different - more or less in control of what happens to them and yet never fully without culpability hehe#Obviously as an artist it feels the most in control - even to my own empathetic detriment! (It's not that serious lol)#The difference between being a player and a reader is a lot closer than being a watcher tho imo it's like a spectrum of responsibility#Though that's kinda also just how I feel about media consumption in general lol - I guess one of those is technically media production#Anyway! Lol#I don't know where I got the idea that his hoodie is two-tone other than the separation of his pockets?#It is a cute design! Dunno if I'll keep it going forward just for convenience but I'm not mad about it lol
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mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i don’t have to say this but just in case: i don’t excuse or condone any of her or gort’s behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ IT’S BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW
#thinkin too much about gortie side characters again.#sally this time and why she specifically talks about him the way she does#like dravo is obviously still shitty but to me he was. ‘just ‘neglectful#while sally actively hated and even felt terrorised by her own child#like. it’s not like i don’t understand her at all.#imagine you and your love don’t have much besides each other and your shop and you get pregnant and ready to raise a child#only for it to not be a child he didn’t and doesn’t cry ever and he learns everything so much sooner than most but then he never calls you#his parents and it’s not just a petty thing kids do sometimes you feel that he doesn’t see you as family and the worst part is that you#agree deep down#and as he gets older he doesn’t have any friends and actively rejects the notion of the entire concept#but then as time passes you hear about how he has entire groups of children following him and then several of them commit suicide#and that thing coming to sit with you and dravo at the dinner table says that he did what you did last week when the axe to chop wood broke#and you discarded it and got a new one#and he has these habits of ripping out flowers and making sure that they don’t regrow#and then you hear rumours about a friend’s daughter’s cat disappearing and think nothing of it#until you visit his tree house a month later and find a declawed cat and birds with clipped wings and crushed bugs that he keeps fondly#and then you see him with other children and they don’t know and his face is different and body language is entirely different#and were it not for the fact that you know better you would never see anything but a normal child#and you know that you are one who painstakingly brought this thing that should not be into the world and so you decide to end it all one da#and go to him as he’s asleep with the knife shaking in your hand#but he cries when you’re above him! screams at the top of his lungs!#so you beg for forgiveness even though you don’t deserve it through tears but as soon as the knife is put away you see the act drop and fee#his clever fingers having twisted your brain inside and out and you know that you can do nothing#and so the opportunity arises to at least remove him out of your life if not everyone’s lives and you take it immediately.#but you heard him talk. how he will close his fist around the world one day. and you know that it is not a matter of if but when.#like. imagine that. jesus dude.#like i hc her as someone that is messy and does not know a lot about life and she certainly wouldn’t have been a good mother but the love#or at least desire to love is there somewhere. and believing that having a child is really the only somewhat meaningful thing she can do#with her life. she’s not some hero or rich or anything of note. so there’s a lot obligation and not genuine desire for family here.#but she never really got the chance to be an actual mother in the first place so. who knows what that might have looked like
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even though I don't play destiny anymore, I can't bear to change my tumblr header from my screenshot of Io…most beloved of moons…
#it was one of the things that made me fall in love with the game#truly heartbroken when it got removed lol#i dont regret all the fun times i had in destiny even if it eventually became too time intensive and too much fomo for me#kinda knew it was time when being behind in a season made me cry dkfjfjfn#(it wasnt the only reason; was feeling very stressed at the time but it did contribute)#i do still wanna draw one final piece for my hunter though. sometime
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Booping has gave me so much joy and at least three new mutuals. It's 3am and my mind is jumping around like a rat in a cage
#despite all my rage /ref#tumblr better not remove this after april fools ill cry#this somehow completely shot down the walls i put up when interacting with other people on here i got to sillu#silly#branch time
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@lesharl-eclair here is the vettonso timeline I mentioned at some point!! I was gonna make a more refined version but ah, the original is fine so I'm posting it for you <3
Its written so its as if their careers began at the same time. There's obviously some parts where they deviate from each other(I blame Fernando), but they're pretty similar, no??
Here's some notes I have:
They both started at technically the same team(if you ignore that Seb raced one race for Sauber): Minardi/STR. And they spent 3 seasons either racing for that team or testing(Fernando for Renault, Seb for BMW teams), before being promoted to the team where they won their respective WDCS.
They both spent six seasons with their WDC team. And both won their WDCs using Renault engines. Both were pretty much the golden boys of their teams, beloved by their team principal and team in general. Unfortunately both aren't consecutive because Fernando tried out McLaren lol.
They spent a similar amount of years at Ferrari(five and six respectively.) Neither could win a WDC with Ferrai(😔) And both joined Ferrari in a very similar way. When Fernando joined, he ousted Kimi and it was very uncertain where Kimi was going. I think the commentators in 2009 predicted McLaren? (But he ended up taking a sabbatical obv.) But pretty messy, right? The literal same exact thing happened with Fernando and Seb in 2014-2015. They finally announced at the end of the season, even though it was pretty obvious, that Seb would be replacing Fernando. And where did Fernando go? McLaren! The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself. I guess I find it funny that Fernando replaced his former rival under somewhat messy circumstances, only for his other rival to do the exact same thing to him years later.
Okay McHonda and Alpine blah blah blah. Anyways they're probably going to have both end up competing their careers after two years with Aston Martin. This honestly is my favorite parallel. Because it's very sweet to me that Seb replaced Fernando, in an aforementioned messy way, only for Fernando to take Seb's seat in a very peaceful, almost "passing the torch" type exchange 🥰
#blah blah blah theyre mirrors do you get it 🥺#i was gonna make one where i took our mclaren and alpine bcs they pretty much match up perfectly#but ig it feels a bit weird to just rip them out of his timeline yknow#i think they still match up regardless of that though#and im sure Fernando prob wouldnt mind too much removing both from his history 😭#i love how kimi is just there as well for both the ferrari replacements#like he was there to be the pawn in fernando's and then there to be the unaffected teammate during the second one 😭#see actually this is why we never got them as teammates#it wouldnt make sense for the mirror theory okay 🙄#cause they have the same career but just a little bit offset#so you can look at it and go wow! and then cry yourself to sleep bcs you then realize you'll never get them as teammates#haha i just bought some merch and they're both in aston racesuits so at least *I'll* have vettonso teammates on a personal level#but i think if i ever draw more of that timeswap au +#i wanna draw them together when they were each at the respective parts of their career#ex. minardi nando x str seb. renault nando x rbr seb. sf nando x sf seb. amr nando x amr seb. YKNOW!?#<- ive already thought of some silly dialog for two of them lmao#anyways this is my thesis thanks. hope you enjoy and agree <3#catie.rambling.txt#vettonso#normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion
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musicals that are fully and truly about normal people making normal mistakes living normal lives that for some reason resonate so hard that I can't stop thinking about them:
R&H Allegro (but specifically the reimagining that my college did that was so good I seriously considered taking a bootleg of it to watch over and over again)
Merrily We Roll Along
#i guess merrily is a little removed from normal life my nature of frank being super rich famous and successful#but allegro and merrily both hit me. idk. they're just people living messy lives#realizing they made a mistake....#in my head. gussie leaving frank is the kick in the ass he needs to go back to living for passion instead of success#idk if he could repair his friendship with mary and charley or if the other two would ever believe the change was real and sincere#but i think he'd work to become somebody who deserved his old friends......#much to think about.#merrily we roll along#also some fun details abt my school's allegro that was soooooooooo good:#there wasn't an orchestra just two pianos that were on stage and moved around as part of the set#two actors played them on stage it was soo cool#the actor who played joe was sooooooo good I couldn't believe it#especially bc he'd never had a lead before so I had no idea what he was capable of and then he made me cry every single night#the set was so cool and at the end there was a surprise set change where chunks of it flew off to reveal a train station#for when the three got back to joe's hometown
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#ughhh someone pointed out the atrocity in my face. i hate thatfeature of me so bad#and now i cant stop thinking about it and i hate myself and my face and i got bad feelings#because throughout my entire life i've been so bullied for it#i feel so ugly ugh!!!!!! i am ugly i wanna cry who could ever love me when i look like this skksksks#the worst abt having a face deformity is that it is on your FACE!!!!! i cant hide it#it's out there for everyone to see#and i cant remove it. i can get plastic surgery etc but i cant afford that at all now. maybe when i have a job :(((#and it really is so big in my brain. i notice it constantly#i cant look at other ppl without checking their chins to see if it's smooth or not#and most ppl have normal chins. pretty much everyone has a normal chin!!!!#i wish i was normal too. i hate looking like this i hate it so bad#it is so unfair that i gotta be stuck w this ugly fkn feature but everyone else gets to look normal#so unfair so unfair it makes me so angry#why did i get the worst genes ever i cant stand having to live my life being this grotesquely ugly#anyway.... i try to suppress it nd not think abt it but earlier today someone made a comment abt it#nd now i just wnna cry because it is soooooooo ugly and i hate it#besides yeah it made me rmbr my school years bc ppl were sofkn mean to me abt it#like im sorry i know im ugly wtf do u want me to do?!?!
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