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QuinObi Week Part 2/5 - First / Next
Day 2: Knighthood/Raising Padawans Track: 'How Bad We Need Each Other' - Marc Scibilia (Spotify / YouTube)
"I'll grab the bags." "And I will grab the Padawans." "But they're already-" The sound of excited squealing from Aayla and Anakin echoed throughout the halls, Obi-Wan unable to stop his own laughter from joining in and Quinlan smiling broadly at seeing the joy return to his friends face.
Kind of just a fun moment for the group, one of their first missions all together, pretty early on in Anakin's journey to become a Jedi. I have a whole little fic thought up for this that I am so sad I didn't get the chance to write but it is the one I am most tempted to work on and publish later anyhow, because it is just an all around bit of fun for the little family XD
Enjoy!
@quinobiweek
#Knighthood/Raising Padawans#literally eating away at a part of my heart here#don't think I will be able to not write it even if I didn't want to so badly it near hurts#because I love them your honor#apparently this is one of those click for resolution moments too#silly tumblr#QuinObi Week#obi wan kenobi#quinlan vos#aayla secura#anakin skywalker#quinobi#voswan#obi wan x quinlan#star wars#fanart#my art
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Destroyer
Trigger Discipline
(Masterlist)
this is pre-series, set in the first year delta was given to the emperor. delta and paris are both around 13 here.
(Content: living weapon whumpee, child abuse, dehumanization, power imbalances, minor bullying, slavery, emotional whump, mass death implied)
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It was fall break, one of the few times Paris was allowed back into Castle Thales. He dragged the suitcase behind him. There was barely enough time to set it down before the attendants swept him into the dressing room. It was hard to play the handheld with his head up straight, but he’d gotten good at it — in the same way the maids had gotten good at working around him.
His leg bouncing annoyed them enough that they let him take recess. It was only then that he first saw his father, out in the empty hallway, against the backdrop of the purple banners. The Emperor grabbed at Paris’s wrist. He pulled it up to examine the bruises on his knuckles that the makeup hadn’t covered. No hello.
“The school called. Do you think this behavior is acceptable?” His voice was calm, always calm. Paris pulled his hand back protectively.
“They started it,” he insisted.
“Don’t talk back to me, Paris. This is beneath you.”
“I got all As. Four point seven with APs. Did the school call to tell you that too?” He didn’t hide the ire in his voice. That school was out to fucking get him. None of the other students ever got in trouble for fighting. It wasn’t like he could do it by himself.
The look his father gave him killed that argument before it could start. He wilted. The old man paid him no further mind, sending him straight back into the changing room. He spent the remainder of it in terse silence, not even arguing when they placed the crown on his head, the heavy one that always gave him migraines. He never wore it during the school year. He never wore it if he could avoid it. The weight of it felt all wrong.
Nobody mentioned there was going to be a showcase that night. (They might’ve, actually. He never checked his email back then.) Even if he’d known, he still would not have been prepared for the little off-worlder kneeling on the opposite side of the old man’s throne. Dark blue skin, even darker hair. Bright, bright eyes. The Emperor’s new toy.
Paris realized with a start that they were the same age.
He settled into the throne. The old man hadn’t come in yet; it was weird to share the dais. He watched the other boy try his best to stay invisible, like he wasn’t even there. They’d clearly had different media training. He slipped the handheld back out of his pocket while he waited for the event to start.
He sat through most of the ball unbelievably bored by the whole thing. They’d ceased to be impressive by the time he was seven years old. He never could fix his face; he was sure the discontent was obvious upon it. He didn’t understand how anyone else could manage to be polite about it or why they bothered to. The old man was good at many things, but true spectacle was not among them. That part desperately needed work.
Still, he was intrigued by the motion to his left-hand side, the noise as they unchained the boy from where he was kneeling and led him into the center of the room.
The lights dimmed — and his colors burned. He did not fully grasp the technical significance of the display; he doubted most people there did. The handler explained it as a kind of microscopic manipulation of the light, some supreme physical achievement. What it manifested as was the holographic appearance of the scale dragon right over their heads, its shimmering form reflected in all the small particles of air. The mirage was impressive. Paris still did not understand what it had to do with statecraft.
He saw the boy swoon like he might faint, then steady himself. He really was fresh out of the box. His eyes flitted nervously from side to side, trying to take it all in. He flinched at any loud sound — and there were many. He wasn’t used to it yet. When they led him back to the side of the throne, he seemed more grateful to be out of the spotlight than he was upset at being chained. He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
It took a while before Paris could get him alone, without the old man watching. He had to wait until after the showcase was over and only the ball remained.
“How did you do that?” Paris asked. He leaned against the leftmost beam of the dais, partially obscured by the curtain. The boy was still kneeling there, still chained to the empty throne’s base.
He turned his head slowly. His glowing blue eyes studied Paris carefully; for a moment, he was afraid of the intensity behind them. Paris could not read his expression, did not appreciate the creeping silence he commanded.
“I know you heard me.” A certain defensiveness crept into Paris’s voice. The boy looked at him apologetically, raising a finger to his lips.
“Oh,” Paris’s eyes widened with the realization. “You’re not allowed to talk?”
He nodded his head so subtlety that Paris guessed he wasn’t even allowed to move.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he promised.
The boy seemed unconvinced, his eyes passing over the crown in Paris’s hair. Fuckin’ thing. He took it off.
The old man barked his name so loudly that the boy jumped, as if it was his own. Paris just rolled his eyes, replaced the crown, and stepped away from the dais.
“It isn’t your friend,” His father warned him, “Just because you can’t keep your own doesn’t mean I’m buying you new ones.”
His face burned.
Paris stayed up until the party was over, even when it ran well into the next morning. As the last of the guests trickled out, he sat down on the stairs of the dais. The boy’s handler came to untether him, pulling him roughly to his feet.
“Did it talk to you?” The man asked. It took Paris a second to realize the question was addressed to him.
“No?” He said. The boy looked at him gratefully, like he’d covered up for him, when he was just telling the truth. The doctor looked somewhat disappointed by this answer. His irritation switched targets.
“You shouldn’t speak Common in the palace. It’s unbecoming.”
Every adult swore they had a right to tell him how to act. Even this total stranger.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Paris snapped.
The fight drained out of him as his father re-entered the hall. All noise died but for his voice.
“I’ll take it,” his father said, extending one hand out in an almost chivalrous motion. The boy, now unchained at the neck, quickly jogged down the stairs to meet him. Paris watched as his father slid his hand onto the boy’s shoulder, leading him gently out of the hall. He watched as one ringed hand brushed a strand of black hair out of the boy’s face. The boy flinched — ungrateful.
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The Emperor did the same thing over spring break, the next time Paris returned to Thales. He had to watch the same routine, watch the old man carefully soothe out the folds of Delta’s clothing, run a thumb over his cheek. He’d been given free reign at this one, apparently. Even though he kneeled by the dais again, he wasn’t chained to it. It seemed like he was allowed to take breaks.
“It’s an object,” the Emperor would insist whenever Paris tried to get close. “What use do you have for it? I won’t tell you again.”
He still paid it more attention than he ever spared him. So publicly, as if he wanted him to see. Paris bit into the flesh of his own hand, leaving teethmarks. His father smacked him on the back of the head; he withdrew his hand back to his side, wiping the blood and saliva along his pants.
He could only corner Delta when the night was closing in, when all the adults were too drunk to notice. Paris caught him just outside of the dining room. He flicked at the silver tiara placed into his — its? — hair. It fell a few inches out of place. Wordlessly, Delta readjusted it. He kept his head bowed, his hands at his side, not speaking. Totally resigned to the treatment.
“He doesn’t actually like you, you know.” Paris said. There wasn’t much certainty behind the statement.
It got a reaction, but not the one he had hoped. Delta looked up a bit, the side of his mouth quirked up into a disbelieving grin. He thought it was funny. He was fucking laughing at him.
Paris was temporarily too mad to even see. Delta seemed to recognize the danger and immediately became expressionless again.
“Sorry.” There was still a bit of humor in his voice. “Um. Yeah. I know.”
Like he didn’t even care. It didn’t mean to him what it meant to Paris.
His hands curled into fists. Delta noticed, stepping back a little.
“Your Highness,” He added the honorific on quickly, as if that was the problem.
“Forget it,” Paris waved him off.
He walked away before Delta could even respond, retreating to his room. He’d be reprimanded for it later, but there was no way he could go back to the party now. There was something hollow in him that would not let him sleep.
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Delta moved the pawn forward, his claws clicking delicately against the piece. The whole board shook from the turbulence of the ship.
Even in summer, it seemed like they were making a concentrated effort to keep Parks out of his own house. He saw his dad more, though. It was tour season; he was obligated to tag along. It meant that his schooling never truly ended throughout the year, but he didn’t mind so much. Everyone said he was a natural.
Delta was the only person even close to his age on the tours. As much as he’d been discouraged from interacting with him, they saw each other constantly, the only ones at each other’s eye level. He would’ve sworn the kid sought him out on purpose.
He didn’t talk much, but he was good at listening, which Paris cared more about. They broke off from the main group in the downtime, descending deeper into the ship. There was an old chess set laying around in the crew’s lounge. Paris had climbed up to the top shelf to get it, letting it clatter loudly against the coffee table. Delta knew how to play; it was weird, the things he knew and didn’t know. The things he was good at. Paris got the sense that Delta was letting him win.
They were halfway through the second game when the doors opened up, entirely too many personnel for the situation at hand. The Emperor was among them. Paris shrank back.
He startled as Delta’s handler abruptly backhanded the boy, knocking him out of his seat and onto the floor. He heard Delta take a sharp inhale of breath, but remain silent otherwise.
“Apologize.” The doctor’s hand was in a vice grip against the back of the boy’s neck, nearly pressing his head to the ground in the forced bow.
“I’m sorry,” Delta responded immediately, without hesitation, even though it hadn’t been his fault. The doctor shook him a little, prompting a stronger reaction. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness.”
Paris had asked him to. It’d been his idea. But his father was standing right there. He couldn’t bring himself to admit to it, not after he’d already been warned.
“It’s okay,” Paris said softly; the words felt sickly in his mouth.
As he caught the expression on the Emperor’s face, he could tell it hadn’t mattered. The old man hadn’t believed it for a second.
The doctor released his hold, pointing sharply back to the exit. Delta scrambled to his feet, practically running out of the door. He hadn’t been looking at Paris when he’d apologized and he didn’t look back at him when he left.
They all followed out onto the balcony for the show of force. With the handprint still across his face, Delta sat by the edge of the platform, his eyes closed in deep concentration. In the next moment, there was calamity. The large fortress walls all broke down beneath their own weight, sending the enemy castle tumbling down into the sea. All the residents had still been inside. The old man kept a tight grip on the back of Paris’s collar, making sure he saw all of it.
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The clipshow continued in the Emperor’s office, all the shades drawn and the lights dimmed. It was a supercut of the weapon’s military record, all the carnage, even the burnt bodies. Some of the shots were truly gratuitous. Paris wasn’t allowed to look away.
“Twelve years in the making and you’re selfish enough to endanger it. You can’t be that desperate,” his father said.
“I wasn’t trying to endanger it.” Paris’s fist clenched and unclenched against the chair. “I didn’t…think it was a big deal.”
“And I assume you know more than the experts, like always.” It was still dark in the room. The clips were still playing silently.
Paris’s lip bled a little from where he bit it. He had matching cuts along his tongue. He shook his head.
“I don’t know how to make this more explicit to you, Paris. It is a weapon. It may look like a person, but its sole purpose is to kill and destroy.” The video showed a still-living hand reaching out from beneath the rubble. “It does not need you confusing it or meddling with its programming. When I tell you not to interact with it, I am doing it for your own good. Its reactions are unpredictable. The last thing I want is for you to become one of its casualties.”
Paris flinched as his father’s hands slammed down onto the desk. His voice still came out calm.
“It only exists to be commanded — and that command is not yours. You will not meddle with my property. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” he muttered beneath his breath.
“This will not be a conversation next time,” the Emperor promised. Paris nodded. His throat was choked up.
He slinked out of the still-dark office, back down the hall to his room. He was glad summer was ending. He didn’t even want to be home anymore.
He was surprised to see Delta still pacing the halls with his handler, not yet placed back in his cell. He briefly made eye contact with Paris, then immediately cast his gaze back down to the floor, chastened.
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#whump#whump community#whump scenario#whump prompt#living weapon whumpee#royal whump#living weapon#child abuse#dehumanization#power imbalances#minor bullying#slavery#emotional whump#mass death implied#whump writing#paris#delta#destroyer#baby delta being treated badly literally makes my heart hurt he was so little here#i love writing paris POV because its feels like playing a video game where you keep choosing the wrong dialogue tree 😭#*button mashing* fuck fuck fuck f-
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this was the tensest insanity (affectionate) i've ever seen. that whole ending sequence.... OH MY ACTUAL FREAKY SLOW HORSING GOD. you could hear river's panicked breathing in the credits. YOU COULD HEAR RIVER'S PANICKED BREATHING IN THE CREDITS. what an episode. this show is incredible. extraordinary genius.
#slow horses spoilers#i actually need to collect my thoughts that was intense AF#WOW#i'm rendered completely speechless#absolute elite show#phenomenal acting phenomenal editing phenomenal music phenomenal EVERYTHING#i can't believe they made me root for the french assassin there for a moment too that boy is just a traumatised child#frank is EVIL#i'll share more thoughts later bc i literally can't think right now#most importantly: PROTECT RIVER AT ALL COST DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY LITTLE SPYBOY#you could hear river's breathing in the credits..... i... jeez#that was an insane amount of death they just killed everyone that was in the way in that scene#slow horses#idk why i'm writing all this in the tags i should put in a post but i'm BESIDE MYSELF atm#i thought they were going to off molly i was screaming my heart was on the floor DON'T TOUCH HER
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I love how alex and serena just fr went “oh you doomed nozoakko? weLL THEN TAKE THIS!!!” as if I won’t doom them more out of spite
#that’s a lie actually#I’ve nearly cried multiple times writing their grief over each other#bee yaps#I can’t doom them any more#like I literally can’t it hurts my silly heart too much#I was built for fluff writing#not soul crushing angst writing#chat I don’t know how to get out#help
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Law: We have to go back Bepo. We have to save them.
Bepo, internally: You fucking dipshit. You self-sacrificing maniac. There's no way in fucking hell we'll let you sacrifice yourself for us again. They'll get to you over my dead body.
#This is the wet fantasy of every fanfic writer under the sun#literally the dynamics people have been writing for years#there is no way in hell any of the Hearts would allow Law to die for them#or to hurt himself even#The Hearts supporting Law and stopping his self destructive self sacrifice has got to be one of my favorite tropes#i love them#heart pirates#one piece#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar d. water law#trafalgar d law#op spoilers#opspoilers#one piece spoilers#one piece 1081#op 1081#They love their captain so much 🙏
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thinking abt my universe's school system and deciding to draw them working on an essay
#tzu rambles#losers. get schoolwork. idiots.#okay technically sevyn avoided all that because he literally just knows basic math and how to read+write siccan. he's NEVER done an essay b#(he can read silven ofc but he doesn't usually write it)#and winter+avery wouldve learned a similar amount and then had the choice to go further#which avery did if you even care#but i dont think she hated it. shes the kinda girl who wouldve been chill doing an essay#winter is probably educated on history and science a bit as well. so they both likely did essays#scarlet thistle cash ezra and ibis went to a public school#so itd make sense that theyd have worked on an essay once#koya went to a private school and freyja was privately tutored#i doubt freyja's ever done a genuine essay#this is so random i just want to put them thru school hell bc im in school and my stomach hurts and my throats still sore#koya also definitely got bad grades oops#he's a history kid at heart i think#yoddenlir
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this is the hardest assignment i have ever ever done i just took my 3rd ritalin my eyes r still tearing up from the exhaustion..it's 9:31 AM it's due at 12:00 PM aaaa
#this all nighter has been physically painful like my back hurts omg#what am i even writing atp#its not even a high word count its just a course i actually did like only half the content for that is also a v hard course above my yr#so ive had to teach myself everything from scratch and . ughasd aA im afraid of failing#ok#anyway#literally the ritalin is making my heart go fast but im still yawning tff#ok gtg bye#i think im like 70% done which is#bad#bc it took me#like 24 hours to get to 70% so#hhh#bye#rn finding references is so insanely time consuming#like this is so specific
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my thoughts on silver spoon & candle in iii18
#juice.txt#osc#silvercandle neg#ii neg#literally the most classic misogyny ever#motherly perfect wifey woman gets punished the moment she isn't kind and loving and sweet to a man#and i don't wanna hear “she isn't being PUNISHED! it's just the plot; silver didn't mean to hurt her!”#cause he still did#and im well aware that they did not write this with the intention of “mwahaha we're so evil we are going to punish this woman”#they were ignorant to the implications of letting a man hurt a woman to possibly the point of DEATH the moment she stopped coddling him#and those implications are important to observe and address#anyway i fucking hate silvercandle with all of my heart#absolute garbage ship and i will never change my mind on that
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💔
#today of all days might feel the hardest of them all#I have been having a really hard time coming to terms with the reality of this and what it all really means#I feel as though since liam passed I haven’t been able to really understand it all or believe it to be true just out of pure shock and#not wanting to believe it#it just doesn’t seem possible or real#but today is different#today somehow feels more painful than ever before#my heart hurts my chest hurts my whole body aches#I know people say when they lose someone they feel like a part of them is missing#well I really do have a piece of me missing#these boys are what allowed me to survive#if it weren’t for these boys I don’t know if I’d even be here today#they kept me going and gave me a purpose and a light that I couldn’t find by myself#I haven’t been able to sit down and actually write something meaningful as a tribute to liam bc it just didn’t seem real and I knew if I#tried to write something that would mean it was really real#Liam was actually going to be gone#and here we are today seeing horrible horrible photos of the boys from some fucksd up people who think it’s okay to invade someone’s most#private moments and share them with the world#and I think this#seeing their faces#is what really made this all come to life for me and made me really grasp the fact that he’s gone#and it just made me so furious I#I don’t know how to go on with my life knowing that he’s gone and there will just forever be a piece of me missing#like I just can’t process the fact that the person who kept me going is now ??? gone#and I just have to somehow accept that?#and continue on as if everything is fine ??#I can’t understand how to do that#I just don’t know#I grew up with these boys#they quite literally shaped me into who I am today and it just hurts so so so much and I don’t know how to handle it
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WIP Wednesday
Honored to be tagged by BOTH @tinyarmedtrex and @thesleepyskipper!
I'mma cheat a little bit, and change this to Work Is Published (finally) Wednesday. Mostly because there comes a point when I have to say STOP to myself on edit runs, and then say IT IS READY. And put it up on A03.
So, here, have a taste of Geheugen, (Remembering) the 13th story in my Kanej Wensen series. This one comes directly after Thuiskomst, and features a Kanej fight, with hurt, comfort, and confessions. (And make up sex.)
Kaz was rather grateful for the blithe conversation after their harsh tones and heavy revelations. He did want to check in, though. “Inej…”
“Yes, Kaz?”
“Are we alright?”
“I think so… I might have pushed a bit hard, on questions about the farm. I’d meant to be more patient. And I do realize that you are telling me things, that you are trying.”
“I appreciate you telling me about Orlov. You can tell me the other stories when you’re ready, if you want. I’d rather we didn’t have to yell at each other to get to that point, though.”
Inej rested her chin in one hand, her elbow on her thigh. She sighed out expressively. “In all your studying of Jesper and Wylan, have you ever watched them have an argument?”
“Twice, while you were gone, but I’m sure both were because of me.”
She looked at him speculatively, eyebrows raised. “Okay, we're going to revisit that later, because it strays from the point I’m trying to make.”
“Okay…” Kaz shifted uncomfortably, wondering where she was going with this.
“The point is that couples fight. Even healthy, happy couples. Usually, it means they end up resolving whatever it is they’re fighting over. You should see some of the arguments my parents have. Mama once chased Papa out of the vagon with a rolling pin. I'm fairly sure it wasn't actually about the skillet bread burning. So, if you’ve not seen Jes and Wy fight much, it's because they don't do it in front of you. But trust me they do. Then they figure out what it is they need to resolve. And then sometimes they have make up sex. Loudly. Which is where I’m assuming you picked up that term, by the way.”
Read the whole thing on A03!
Soft tagging: @downn-in-flames, @stormkpr, and @porcelainmortal if they have a WIP or something they want to share!
#soc fandom#kanej#hurt/comfort#confessions#kanej fanfic#six of crows#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#a03 writer#kanej angst#kanej fanfiction#kanej fic#kanej has my whole heart#kaz x inej#soc#kanej wensen#make up sex#we never stop fighting#sometimes literally#writing#fan fiction#fan fic#a03 fics#a03 fanfic#a03 fic#read on a03#a03 link#fanfic writing
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I am super fucking pissed about Wee John in this last episode.
Why. The. Fuck. Was. He. Not. Included. AT. ALL. During. The. Escape??????????
Legitimately, where the fuck was he? I was fuming for a lot of that because he's my favorite character, so I was looking for him. While everyone was stripping the English of their uniforms and getting dressed up (at least partially) in disguise, he is the only character not included.
They make a point about Fang not getting a proper shirt, which already pissed me off enough, that he had to wear what was essentially prison stripes while everyone else was in uniform, but Wee John wasn't even there. He wasn't in the raid. He wasn't in the run down the beach.
He just wasn't even fucking there. And if it was something Kristian decided he didn't want to worry about hurting himself over, particularly looking out for his back and knees, I understand not asking him to run over and over again for reshoots. But the fact that he didn't even get dressed with them... and that's the second time he's been excluded from a plan apparently due to his size (remember that he didn't get to participate when The Revenge dressed up as rich boys for Nigel Badminton)...
It is legitimately breaking my heart. One of the things I love about this show is the love is gives to its fat characters and actors. Fang gets to have his tummy out 24/7 and he's treated like a snack by Lucius, Wee John got to have an incredible dress, Oluwande is the crew's most eligible bachelor, and we even got a delightful fat character in 2x07 who spent his whole time dressed in only some leather halters and pants...
But the fact that Wee John was singled out and left behind, and the fact that Fang was singled out and othered at that very same time... It fucking hurts. As a fat person who has loved getting to see so much love for fat bodies... it stung to see that the comedy couldn't even suspend its reality long enough to say "there are a few fat people in the Royal English Navy, so Wee John and Fang get to be dressed up too."
#Cae Has Lots of Feelings About Our Flag Means Death#Have I already cried about this? Yes. I have.#It seriously hurts so much to see the character I most saw myself in separated from the entire rest of the cast over his size again#It breaks my heart so much.#I was literally asking my tv 'But where's Wee John?' all the way from the montage of them suiting up - all the way through Izzy's death.#Because he just didn't exist onscreen again until the LuPete marriage. I almost thought they were writing him out of the show there.#I hope to GOD that Kristian was the one to decide he didn't want to deal with the labor of that scene#Because I cannot imagine how he could've felt if he had to sit there alone and listen to people tell him 'Wee John just isn't in this part.#'Just for logical reasons though. Just cuz there's no way there'd be a uniform jacket big enough for him.'#Because I would've been gutted.#Wee John is big. Kristian Nairn is big. But he is not some unreasonable size.#And it feels cruel that he keeps getting treated like it.#Sending all my love to Kristian right now. I hope he doesn't need any of it. But he has it all the same.#Our Flag Means Death#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death Season 2 Spoilers#Our Flag Means Death Spoilers#OFMD Spoilers#OFMDS2#OFMD s2 spoilers#Wee John#Wee John Feeney#OFMD Fang#OFMD Meta#OFMD Critical
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nearly had some kind of heart attack today or som that shi not funny
#I was almost late to class because of my ma#She always makes me be nearly late#I was running up the stairs bc my class was in the middle of the third floor#The bell rang and I wasn’t even in class but the teacher didn’t close the door and didn’t see me rush in#I was trembling and it hurt to breath and my heart was aching so bad it was at 174+ bpm (checked my watch)#I literally got a certificate from the teacher and my test grade (which was rlly good) and I was on the verge of crying bc it hurt sm#I couldn’t even write dawg that junk was eating me alive#The only person that noticed was just a guy that I occasionally talk to in my class. Mis amigos estaban enajenados#My ma didn’t even take it seriously when I texted her that I barely could breathe#and she just told me I make her late everyday anyway so it’s nothing I’m just over dramatic#I almost broke down crying second period of the day#Anyway time to post silly shit or something I don’t know#Oh also imma get a custom mista shirt lolz#Vent#vent post#< I make so many of these damn I feel selfish and shi
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one liner starter call? maybe? (ᵔ◡ᵔ)
#because i literally can't write long things right now#my head hurts so bad LMFAO#i apologize i haven't been here i've been sick#i am getting better though :3c#and i do want to write things but i don't think i can do#long replies at the moment sorry >_<#i'm sorry if you're waiting for asks or starters from me#but if you want to start some interactions right now :eye emoji:#you can either pick the muse or i can pick for you if you don't specify it's all good#* ⟢ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ━ ( clench your asshole super tight & scream it from your heart )
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you never know what you'll get (the weather report is always wrong)
sometimes I feel like I could spontaneously combust
light up and let go
burn for a while and maybe it'll be so hot it gets cold
cool off and set it free
nobody in the world with me but me
freeze to death and burn back to life
dawn of the final days
when everything else is gonna fade away
the ambiguity is the charm, third season around
for once I'm the one who stays
what will the weather be like today?
either I end up burnt to a crisp or with frostbitten hands
one way is a light
the other just happens in the night
~ xoxo, Love yoU
#whateverrrr I literally peaked at the last poem I posted but I can't rb that bc nobody cares and I posted the stupid#headfirst slide thing that honest to God lays it all out flat so like. here we are#my head hurts bc my sinuses are congested and idk I'm thinking about that point#where something is so hot it feels cold#it's fascinating to me#and I liked the rhyme scheme of this. it was fun#kind of an excersise in posting something that my heart's not in/that doesn't really reflect my actual feelings#only the first line is authentic. that's the one that came naturally. everything else is just made up#and I hate that. I want 100% authenticity but I also just want to post something. so.#sometimes I think I could write poetry
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Oh my God doomed romance. Bittersweet pure and whimsically doomed romance. Can barely get off the ground sweet beautiful romance. Otherworldly pinning and hard lessons romance. Romance that could honestly be viewed as platonic but still hurt just as hard because love is still love even when it's not romantic love romance.
I must write oh no... The demons are making me write when I'm so backlogged on other works but oh my God whimsical doomed romance!!!!!!
WHY DO I GET THE MOST AMAZING IDEAS AT 2AM MAN
#I literally just imagined the entire plotline in 2 hours#Oh my God#My heart#It hurts#I need to write this#Everyone else just has to understand#And I'm putting in the hyperfixation blorbos oh my God#Whimsy ass story with the most goofy of characters treated seriously#Oh my God I need this in my life#No one will write it so I have to#fic writing#writer#rambles#yapping#And yes this is about#fnaf daycare attendant#Because when is it not with my writing?
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kunikidazai and shakespeare,,, what a duo
i leave it to the imaginative little ppl reading this to come up with a preface
dazai: “i love you, kunikida”
kunikida *brows furrowing a yearnfull sadness coming over him*: “dazai- you say you love rain, but yet you open your umbrella. you say you love the sun, but you always find a spot in the shadows. you say you love the wind, but you close your windows the first you hear of its rustling . these reasons dazai, are why i am afraid when you say that you love me too.”
#crying over my own blurb lmao#i can’t escape the kunikidazai brainrot#kunikida x dazai#i hurt my own feelings#bungo stray dogs#i tried to write a kunikidazai fic and made myself so depresso espresso i had to stop lmao#kunikidazai#knkdz#literally made myself sad#bsd kunikida#bsd dazai#bsd ships#this is my comfort ship (makes content that requires comforting)#ah yes unrequited love wooohoo#they’re so special to me#why can’t i just write fluff for them#i chose violence#can’t they just hug or something please#my heart can’t handle it#im crumbling at the thought of them#i quoted this and shocker i do know where it’s from#shakespeare#bungo gay dogs#when will it be their turn to be happy#*sobs so hard into my pillow i forget how to breathe*#bsd anime#bsd#make of this what you will#i am too tired to think of a preface but this fandom will take it into their own hands#god i love them *passes out*
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