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maybe-a-cynic Β· 1 year ago
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Im making a big ass thing on notion
Basically, it is a giant catalog of therian and otherkin gear.
From ears and tails, to collars, to wings, to horns, to fins, to clothes, all of it. (Everything I could find at least.)
I have it separated by therian/otherkin, canine/cat/aquatic ect and devinekin/demonkin/darkkin ect.
Then, it's by type. Wild cat/domestic cat/other. Wolf/domestic /other. Ect.
Then it's by exact species. Timber wolf/snow wolf/coastal wolf. Stuff like that. For absolutely everything.
I'm trying to get as many kins as possible so everyone can use this, so please, comment your kin so I can make sure it's there. (Especially if it's a rare one!!)
ill add links and pictures, make sure they are not from harmful fur farms, make sure the quality is good, all of that stuff.
But yeah. I'm super excited for when it's done tbh, and I hope a lot of people see this. (Please reblog :'))
I'll put some pictures of what I have done right now.
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th3secr3th1story Β· 2 years ago
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how gojo tries to get your attention after a fight
gojo messed up majorly. last night, he came home tired and stressed after a mission with a special grade curse. yes, it was successful (obviously. it's gojo.), but it still drained him.
he was so out of it and wasn't feeling like himself, but you, as a wonderful partner, tried to take care of him. gojo got frustrated, and sure, he felt guilty for it, but he was done.
and he took it all out on you. you would've gladly left him alone if he'd just asked you, but gojo was never one for good communication.
you eventually got the hint and realized it was best for him to be alone, but the words from last night still stung and the hurtful glares unforgotten. you decided you would just ignore him until he apologized. until he realized that you can't put up with this anymore.
so, the problem was now with gojo. he woke up that morning to an empty bed, curious, because you usually beg him to stay in longer.
and then, of course, it hit him. he can't remember what he was so upset about. yes, he was tired, but you were just there to help him after a long day. and he ruined it all.
sliding out of bed, he sidles up to you in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, trying to assess how much damage control was needed.
"last night was crazy, huh?"
"..."
"i absolutely destroyed that curse though, baby. nothing left."
"..."
okay...so maybe this was worse than he expected. but it would be okay because he would figure out a way to fix it all. he's gojo satoru; if he can kill special grade curses he can definitely get your forgiveness!
plan A--commence!
naturally, instead of apologizing like a normal person, gojo sneaks around the house tightening every jar he can find. your leave in conditioner, the pickles, jam...anything with a screw-on lid that he laid his eyes on.
all that was left was to wait for you to reach for one of the jars, realize it was screwed on too tight, and ask him for help.
an hour later, seated in the living room, he watches you enter the kitchen, looking for your favorite quick snack--pickles!!
he gets ready to see your angry but desperate face. should you forgive gojo and enjoy your snack, or save your pride but remain hungry? you'd debate with yourself for a bit, but eventually you'd begrudgingly walk over to him. "just open it," you'd say. he'd unscrew the jar, you'd smile at each other. he'd pull you into his ar-
oh. you opened it by yourself. the sound of a jar popping open snapped him out of his imagination, watching you pull out a few pickles and happily bite into them.
there may have been one small flaw with gojo's masterplan--he forgot that you're stronger than him.
no sweat! it's all good! he was already thinking up something new. it was time for plan B!
galloping over to your air conditioning, he cranks it all the way up (as much as your paychecks would allow, at least). he had seen this in one of those stupid romance movies he'd begged you to watch with him a couple months ago. it was only a matter of time before you ran over to him, shivering, begging for his warmth. he was sure of it.
20 or so minutes later, still nothing from you...odd! he walks around the house, curious to see what you're doing at a temperature like this. he finds you in one of his sweaters, curled up in your bed. his stomach sinks even more. he just wants to climb in with you, pull you into him, and smother you in his kisses.
"go away, satoru," you mumble. he sighs, sulking away back to the living room. at least you're talking to him?
he doesn't know how much time has passed but later when he gets off the couch his head hurts and he just wants to be near you. he'll do anything at this point. this is how he reaches plan C: apologize. what a novel idea!
he walks back into the room, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"hey."
"..." great.
"y/n, i know i messed up. i shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you and i should've just asked for space. i know you were just trying to help. i'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me, i miss you and i can't stand you ignoring me."
for the first time in what has got to be a thousand hours to gojo, you finally turn your head and look him in the eyes. you swear you can see sparkles in them. oh, the things he does to you.
"i just want you to tell me what you need, 'toru. i'm not a mind reader, i can't just know what you want from me. i need you to know that i would do anything for you and i hate when you put up these walls."
"i know, baby. i'm so sorry."
you sigh, smiling at him a little. of course you forgive him. you always would, no matter what.
"i forgive you. wanna get in here with me?" you ask, lifting up the covers a little. why was it chilly?
"absolutely."
plan C: success!
who knew that apologizing could actually fix things? certainly not gojo!
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ruexvn Β· 1 year ago
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𝙰 π™³πšŠπšπšŽ?..... πš†πš’πšπš‘ πšƒπš˜πš‹πš’ πšπš˜πšπšπšŽπš›πšœ.
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πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš•πš˜πšœπšŽπš› πš‹πš˜πš’ πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πš˜πš— 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎...πšŽπš‘πšŒπšŽπš™πš πš‘πšŽπšœ 𝚊 πšœπšŽπš›πš’πšŠπš• πš”πš’πš•πš•πšŽπš› πš πš‘πš˜ πšœπšπšŠπš•πš”πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš πš‘πš’πš•πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πš’πš—πšπš›πš˜πšπšžπšŒπš’πš—πš πš‘πš’πš–πšœπšŽπš•πš πšŠπš—πš πš πšŽπš•πš• πšπš˜πš› πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πš›πšŽπšŠπšœπš˜πš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπšŽπš•πš• πšπš˜πš› πš‘πš’πš–. π™·πšŽ πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš‘πš’πš•πšŽ πš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš“πšžπšœπš πšŒπš‘πš˜πš™πš™πš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 πšŸπš’πšŒπšπš’πš–πšœ πš‹πš˜πšπš’...πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš—πš—πš˜πš’πš’πš—πš 𝚎𝚑...πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒ πš’πš—πš—πš’πš?
"d-do you... uh.. w..wanna....."
π™Ώπš˜πš˜πš› πš‹πš˜πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŠπš›πšŽπš•πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πšπšŽπš•πš• 𝚒𝚘𝚞. π™·πšŽ πš–πš’πšπš‘πš 𝚊𝚜 πš πšŽπš•πš• πš‘πšŠπš πšπš’πšŸπšŽπš— πšžπš™
"lets go o-out.."
π™Έπš πšπš˜πš˜πš” πš‘πš’πš– 𝚊 πš–πš’πš—πšžπšπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πš’πš. 𝙰 πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘πšŽπšπš’πšŒ πš‹πšžπš πš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšœ πš‘πš’πšœ πš›πšŽπšŠπšœπš˜πš—πšœ.
"really? ..sure id love to tobs"
π™·πšŽ πš›πšŽπšŠπšŠπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšπš’πšπš—πš πšŽπš‘πš™πšŽπšŒπš πš’πš πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πš πš‘πš˜ πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚊 πšπš πš’πšŒπš‘πš’ πš‹πš˜πš’ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš‹πšžπš—πšŒπš‘ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πšœπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš πš‘πšŠπš πš—πš˜πš? πšƒπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 πšπš’πšπš—πš πšŽπš—πš πšžπš™ πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πšŽπš—πš’πš—πš πšžπš—πšπš’πš• 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš—πšπš‘ πš•πšŠπšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπš’πš—πšŒπšŽ πšœπš•πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš›πš–πšŠπš— πš”πšŽπš™πš πšœπšŽπš—πšπš’πš—πš πš‘πš’πš– 𝚘𝚏𝚏.
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πšƒπš˜πš‹πš’ πšπš’πšπš—πš πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 πš‘πšŽ πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš›πšŽπšŽπš™πšœ πš‘πšŽ πš”πš—πšŽπš  πšπš˜πš› πš‘πšŽπš•πš™...πšŽπš‘πšŒπšŽπš™πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš›πšŽ πšŠπš•πšœπš˜ πš‹πš’πšπšŒπš‘πš•πšŽπšœπšœ πšŠπš—πš πš”πš’πš—πšπšŠ 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 πš‘πš’πš– πš–πšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πšœπš πšŽπš›πšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš’πšπš—πš πšœπšžπšπšπš’πšŒπšŽ. πš‚πš˜ πš‘πšŽ πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš πš—πš’πš—πšŠ 𝚊 πš πšŽπšŽπš” πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ
"oh! do a picnic! set up a nice place in the woods and then like walk with her until you arrive and the rest is up to you... or you could go into town and go to an arcade...or..."
πš‚πš‘πšŽ πš”πšŽπš™πš πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πšπš˜πš‹πš’ πšπš’πšπš—πš πš–πš’πš—πš. π™·πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš“πšžπšœπš πšπš•πšŠπš πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πšŽπš•πš™. π™·πšŽ πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš πšžπš™ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš’πšŒπš—πš’πšŒ πš’πšπšŽπšŠ πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πšŽπšœπš—πš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš  πšŠπšπšπšŽπš—πšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πš’πš–πšœπšŽπš•πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŒπšœ..πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπš•πš” πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› πšŠπš•πš•. πšƒπš˜πš‹πš’ πšπš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš˜πš—πš—πšŠ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšœπšžπš›πš™πš›πš’πšœπšŽ; 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšπš›πšŽπšœπšœ πšŠπšŒπšŒπš˜πš›πšπš’πš—πšπš•πš’. π™·πšŽ πšŠπš›πš›πš’πšŸπšŽπš 𝚊𝚝 πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš 𝚊𝚝 πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš 10 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš›πš—πš’πš—πš, πš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πš—πšŽπš  πš”πš‘πšŠπš”πš’ πšŒπš˜πš•πš˜πš›πšŽπš πš“πšŽπšŠπš—πšœ πšŠπš—πš 𝚊 πš‹πš•πšŠπšŒπš” πšœπš‘πš’πš›πš πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš›πšŠπš—πšπš˜πš– πš‹πšŠπš—πšπšœ πšœπš‘πš’πš›πš πš˜πš— πš’πš. πš‚πšπš˜πš•πšŽπš— 𝚘𝚏 πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽ...πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πš›πš˜πš‹πš‹πšŽπš 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 πšŒπš˜πš›πš™πšœπšŽ
"Hi toby"
πš‚πš™πš˜πš”πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈/πš— 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πš› πšŠπš—πš πš’πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš•πš’πš”πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πš˜πšžπšπšπš’πš.
"h-hey..you l-look.. nice.. cute really"
"aww thank you, nice clothes. I dont think ive ever seen you without your hoodie"
"y..yeah... uhm.. lets g-go then"
π™·πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπš‹πšœ πš‘πšŽπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš‹πšŠπšœπš’πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšπš›πšŠπšπšœ πš‘πšŽπš› 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒 πšπš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πšπš–πšŽπš—πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŽπš‘, πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš›πš™πš›πš’πšœπšŽ πš™πš’πšŒπš—πš’πšŒ. π™·πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŠπš— 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπš‘πšŽπš›πš’πšœπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŠπš•πš” πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’.
"i think you're more eager for this surprise than me", 𝚈/πš— πšπš’πšπšπš•πšŽπš.
β€œI just c-cant wait for y..you to see..", πšƒπš˜πš‹πš’ πš›πšŽπšœπš™πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš.
π™°πš—πš πš‹πš˜πš’ πšπš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš‘πš’πšœ πšœπšžπš›πš™πš›πš’πšœπšŽ. π™΅πšŠπš’πš›πš’ πš•πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ πš‘πšžπš—πš πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŽπšŽπšœ, πšŠπš—πš 𝚊 πš™πš’πšŒπš—πš’πšŒ πš‹πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš 𝚜𝚊𝚝 πš˜πš— 𝚊 πš•πšŠπš›πšπšŽ πš™πš’πšŽπšŒπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšŒπšŠπš›πš™πšŽπš. πš†πš‘πš˜ πš”πš—πš˜πš πšœ πš‘πš˜πš  πš‘πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš’πš πšŠπš—πš πš–πšŠπš—πšŠπšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŠπšžπš• πš’πš πš’πš—. πš†πš‘πšŠπš πš‘πš’πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš“πšŠπšŒπš”πš™πš˜πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πš—πš’πšŒπšŽ πšŒπš˜πš˜πš• πš‹πš›πšŽπšŽπš£πšŽ.
π™·πšŽ 𝚜𝚊𝚝 πšπš˜πš πš— πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš™πšŽπš—πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπšŠπš• 𝚊 πš‹πšžπš—πšŒπš‘ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšŠπšœπšπš›πš’πšŽπšœ, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, πšœπšŠπš—πšπš πš’πšŒπš‘πšŽπšœ, πšŠπš—πš πšŒπšžπš™πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πš˜πš™πšŒπš˜πš›πš— πšŒπš‘πš’πšŒπš”πšŽπš—.
"uh.. s-so.. sorry im not the best g-g-guy to go out wi..th.. but..i hope you...enjoy this.. y-ya know?"
πšƒπš˜πš‹πš’ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŠπš—πš‘πš’πš˜πšžπšœ πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš›πšŽπšœπš™πš˜πš—πšœπšŽ πšπš›πš˜πš– 𝚒/πš—, πš‘πš’πšœ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπšœ πšœπš πšŽπšŠπšπš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŒπšœ πšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πš™πš›πš˜πšπš˜πšžπš—πš. 𝚈/πš— πš•πšŽπšŠπš—πšŽπš πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽπš 𝚊 πššπšžπš’πšŒπš” πšŒπš‘πšŠπšœπšπšŽ πš”πš’πšœπšœ πš˜πš— πš‘πš’πšœ πšŸπš’πš›πšπš’πš— πš•πš’πš™πšœ. π™·πš’πšœ 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜 πš πš’πšπšŽπš— 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πšœπš™πš•πš’πš πšœπšŽπšŒπš˜πš—πš πš‘πš’πšœ πšŒπš˜πš˜πš• πšπšŽπš–πšŽπšŠπš—πš˜πš› πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšœ πš’πš—πšπš˜ 𝚊 πšœπš–πšŠπš•πš• πšœπš–πš’πš•πšŽ πš‹πšžπš πš‘πšŽ πššπšžπš’πšŒπš”πš•πš’ πš‹πš›πšžπšœπš‘πšŽπšœ πš’πš 𝚘𝚏𝚏.
π™±πš˜πšπš‘ 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒 πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšœπš—πšŽπšŠπš” πšπš•πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπšœ πš˜πš— πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝 πš‹πšžπš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš’πšœ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš›....π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš•πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšœ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπš’πš› .
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unfortunately-lilith Β· 2 months ago
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the urge to redo my entire room, paint a abstract self portrait that is a metaphor for something, record an entire album, knit myself some clothes, embroider some converse, write a book, design a building, eat someones firstborn, write poetry, join a midwest emo band, and defeat god is so strong rn omg i cant.
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gotheevee Β· 20 days ago
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So today is my third year anniversary of me coming out and the start of my transition πŸ₯°πŸ–€
It's been three years since, one of the hardest and best choices of my life. I originally thought I was nonbinary but shortly realized after making that decision, that I was a woman, always have been and just didn't know till then.
I have been struggling a lot with bills, I'm in Desperate need or tires, I almost got in a bad accident the other night because my tires are so bald and it started snowing πŸ˜“, I'm just not making enough. I'm in the process of looking for a second job ( not something I want to do πŸ˜”) just to scrape by. I'm not even able to buy some necessities some times. I don't have family or anyone to ask for help.
It's really frustrating this time of year, I'm not able to buy any of my loved ones gifts (one of my love languages) or get myself anything I want πŸ˜” every year this time is just so harmful to my mental health, right after this month is my birthday and every year I just hate not being able to do anything or but myself anything nice πŸ˜“
If anyone can help that would be amazing πŸ–€ anything is appreciated really, and if you can help that way, I could always use a reblog of the post. Please and thank you to anyone that takes the time to just read the post πŸ–€πŸ₯Ί I appreciate you
Cashapp- $thatgothstoner
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tiisshu Β· 5 months ago
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did i ever post this particular j/askier/g/eralt allergy thing on here? its over on my ao3 and i had to read it before i remembered writing it lol.
Of Course
"Geralt! There you are, old boy!". Chirped a vibrant and cheerful Jaskier. He had been traveling down along this road for the better part of the morning, it had started out as a dreary and damp spring but it had dawned bright and warm and Jaskier had began the trek to some of the smaller villages along the western realm of Velen. He couldn't really remember ever coming this way at this time of year before, usually choosing to stay in the larger cities where warm fires and crowds could chase away the gloom of mud and the smell of the decaying leaves along some of the less maintained roads. But here he was delighted to have happened upon the stopped Witcher near a stream refilling his water bags.
The answering groan made the edges of his smile widen, " Ah there he is, knew it was that overwhelming charm I missed. What you up to, huh? On your way to another Adventure? Monsters to kill?". Geralt recapped the final water bag and straightened, looking the bard over and trying to remember how many years had passed this time in blissful silence. He supposed there were worse times to have run into the chatty and opinionated Jaskier.
Still, he knew he'd regret it as he often did, Jaskier just... never seemed to assess the danger in a situation with any real skill and Geralt was left with far more objectives in a fight than necessary. He was hesitant to send the bard away though, something that had remained a touchy subject but mostly left unsaid since what had happened in the Mountains
. . . .
In truth, it really didn't take long. The regret that is. After a couple hours of travel and Jaskier's incessant ramblings of this banquet and that woman, and various other tedious things the pair fell into a sort of rhythm with Jaskier singing various lines to himself and making adjustments to a ballad he was composing and Geralt riding atop Roach at a pace that allowed the Witcher to go over some details in his mind on a contract he was hoping to pick up along the way. Each of them lost in their own task.
Huh.. ihh...
Geralt snapped out of his thoughts instantly, for a moment scanning the countryside- wondering what had broken his concentration when Jaskier suddenly twisted to the side and aimed a trio of sneezes at the ground.
Hih'Isssh! Issshuu! Huh' ih'Shiew! "ah, Bless me. Hitting the ol' dusty road a little too hard perhaps", He joked as he dug through his pockets in search of a handkerchief.
He always seemed to have one or two on him, though he'd start out the night without one. Odd little mementos of a love affair, he had once quipped after a party had gone particularly well and somehow he had arrived back at their inn with three tucked into his lute case. HeΒ supposedΒ adding the tears in while he played "Her sweet kiss" had been a bit much, but he had been well rewarded for the efforts. Thrice.
Geralt hummed and tried to regain his momentum with planning when Jaskier slowed in pace and tilted his head back, lips parting slightly as he hitched, searching with half closed eyes to see if he could catch a sun ray to help it along.
"Huh... Hih' ... Ahhk'SSSHU! Eh'Hisshiew! 'Tsuu!Β Gods, s..s-still?", he turned away from the path and blew his nose, huffing indignantly when he found it did nothing to quell the itch deep in his sinuses and he could already feel his breath catching. Geralt sighed heavily and leaned forward slightly, swinging his leg over Roach as he dismounted. Jaskier cast him a fleeting look before he was burying his nose in the handkerchief again, his shoulders shaking with each hitch.
Hae'esshiew! Hishhah!.. Hngkxxt!Β "I..Β Hih'.. I was kiddig about the dusty ro-ah- road", Jaskier tried to explain, realizing that this sudden sneezing really could only be explained by some sort of allergy. Fuck .
It didn't take a Witcher's senses to see just how miserable the bard was. The area around his nose and eyes was beginning to take on an irritated pink hue that stood out starkly against his natural complexion.
After each volley of sneezes Jaskier would cough dryly as he tried to catch his breath, a wheeze was beginning to be audible as he scraped in each breath before he was off again sneezing helplessly into his handkerchief.
Hng-xsst! 'tsuu Snf ...hih'Tshiew! Huh.. Heh.. F..fuck...
"Jaskier".
Huh'Β Ehg... W-wud?Β D'esshiew
The Witcher plucked one of the vibrant red blooms from one of the towering shrubs along the path and unceremoniously shoved it up under Jaskier's nose. The bard only managed to tilt his head quizzically and look up at him with those watery blue eyes before realization and the dawning need to sneeze hit him.
"Fuh..fuck Gera-ah-AhhShiew! Hae'eh hih?... Hih'Isshuu! Hngk'tsuu huh.. Ahh'Sssshhiew!
Despite the growing nagging feeling that he should be more sympathetic, Geralt had to roll his eyes, of course the Bard would be allergic to the hardiest and most abundant plant this side of Midscope.
"Honeysuckle", Geralt said then, answering the bard's cut off question. He tossed the picked flower and turned to gather Roach's reins to keep the horse from wandering off grazing.
Jaskier had distanced himself from the offending flower and was mopping futilely at his face as his body tried to rid itself of the invading threat, great allergic tears running down his cheeks and soaking into the collar of his doublet where an angry red rash could be seen cropping up along the jawline.
Heh.. Oh cuh-come on-Β uH'Hisshiew!
Jaskier at this point thought death might be preferable.
Leave it to him to cause such a scene so soon after convincing Geralt to allow him to accompany him, it had taken absolutely ages, but here he was being a mess in front of a Witcher.
ThatΒ Witcher, in particular.
He'll tell me to leave again,Β he thought glumly, blowing his nose as thoroughly as he could now that the sneezing was dying down and being replaced by a dry itchy feeling beneath the surface of his face and a thick oppressive stuffiness that left him needing to breathe out of his mouth exclusively. Lovely.
The next thing he knew though he was being hoisted to his feet effortlessly by the larger man and hauled over to the horse. Geralt managed to extricate the soiled handkerchief from the bard and toss it into an unused saddlebag with a concerning wet squelch.
"Do you need an invitation?", Geralt growled when Jaskier stared at him uncomprehendingly. His watery gaze ping-ponging between the Witcher and Roach.
Geralt prickled with what he assumed was Jaskier just being a little shit and clarified, " Unless... you'd rather stay here", he gestured to further down the path where another Honeysuckle shrub grew.
The Witcher had planned their route down by Pyke Isle where he had heard talk of a few contracts, but as the season was just beginning it's shift towards warmer weather, they'd be better off heading north...
He narrowed his eyes at the bard and gestured toward Roach. Jaskier cleared his throat and seemed to remember himself and clamored to raise himself into the saddle. As if to remind him of what exactly had led to this sudden shift in plans Jaskier felt that demanding tickle buzz to life along the sensitive walls of his sinuses for one last comment and he raised an arm to bury his face in the crook of an elbow.
Hih' Ih... Snf Hih' Isshiew!
Geralt decided that was enough, he pulled a simple square of fabric out of one of the other saddlebags and handed it up to Jaskier before stepping back and tugging Roach's reins gently to begin the trek back to the crossroads so they could travel north.
"You owe me", Geralt said for good measure, couldn't have the bard thinkin' he had grown soft in his old age.
But Jaskier only sniffled and for once was silent.
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whumpyinside Β· 23 days ago
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A question for my whump enthusiasts!
If you put yourself into a fantasy whumpy scenario, would you play the role of the
A. Whumper
B. Whumpee
?
I feel like I’d personally take the role of the Whumper, but there are a few things were I could see myself being the Whumpee.
How about y’all? Where do you see yourself? I’m genuinely curious!
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dsi-os Β· 1 year ago
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i had a dream that slimecicle made a weird arg and i reaaally need to know if my followers are the right audience for me to just. slap a screenshot of my ramblings to. idek if people like slime here .. . . . . hey slimecicle likers who want to see it please make yourselves known /HJ
EDIT: the screenshot has been posted πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸ’₯
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letthefairyinyoufly Β· 7 months ago
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thh-collab-fic Β· 6 months ago
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Introduction:
Welcome to the blog! This is a Danganronpa-Themed blog based on THH. This is a blog where we (introduced below), plan and write out fanfiction, rewriting the hit 2010 game Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc.
The Team!!!
@brainfilehasstoppedworking
@nerd-cat-rambles <- Me!!!
@sleepy-pile-of-ashe
@le-agent-egg
@yukiteruakari
At the moment we're just in the planning phase, but if you're interested in joining moot this account/one of us and then we can share the planning documents to you!
Feel free to ask (anon asks open) or submit posts/ideas to join! (run them by the mod.)
Constructive critisism, ideas all accepted! DM me or one of the other members if you want to join the writing phase!
If you're interested in the fic, please put any suggestions, ideas and reblogs on the #THH Rewrite Collab
Any questions, comments, queries, ideas, critisisms, etc. just put them into reblogs/ask-box/submit-posts and we can work on it!
Lots of excitement and love Owner One!
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pastille13 Β· 9 months ago
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β–‘Π”ΠΎΠ±Ρ€ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΎΠ²Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ Π² ΠΡ‚Π΅Π»ΡŒΠ΅ сладостСй!β–‘
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::Gumdrop and Pastille β€’ NomnomNami! β˜†
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!! ΠšΡ€Π΅Π΄ΠΈΡ‚Ρ‹ β˜†β˜…β˜† Ρ…ΡƒΠ΄ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΈΠΊ NomnomNami !!
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potatosoupe Β· 5 months ago
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@heinous-desiree this you, yesπŸ‘€?
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lesblizzard-ultradyke Β· 3 months ago
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like shaking your leg constantly. twitching your ass. or other muscle. sometimes I am moving back and forth with my whole body tbh
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ruexvn Β· 1 year ago
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πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™°πš‘πšŽ π™±πš˜πš’ π™°πš—πš πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™Όπšžπšœπš’πšŒ πš†πš‘πš˜πš›πšŽ
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π™·πšŽ'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπšžπš›πšŽπš•πš’ πšœπš‘πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπš’πšŒπšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‘πšŽ πš’πšœ πš›πš’πšπš‘πš πš‹πšŽπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‘πšŽπš› πš›πš’πšπš‘πš? 𝚜𝚘 πš πš‘πš’ πšπš˜πšŽπšœπš—πš πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπš›πš— πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšπš•πšŽπšŽ πš’πš— πšπšŽπšŠπš›... πš‘πšŽπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπšπš™πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπšœ... πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšŸπš˜πš•πšžπš–πšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚜𝚘 πš•πš˜πšžπš πš‘πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš— πš‘πšŽπšŠπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšžπšœπš’πšŒ πšœπš‘πšŽπšœ πš™πš•πšŠπš’πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πš‘πš’πšœ πš”πš—πš˜πš πš•πšŽπšπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšžπšœπš’πšŒ πš’πšœπš—πš 𝚜𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš—πš. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš›πš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπšŽπšœ πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŒπšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš‘πš’πš˜πšžπšœ πš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπš•πš™ πš‹πšžπš πšπšŠπš™ πš˜πš— πš‘πšŽπš› πšœπš‘πš˜πšžπš•πšπšŽπš›.
"H-hey?.. what are y-you listening to?”
π™·πšŽ πš πšŠπšπšŒπš‘πšŽπšœ πš’πš— πšŠπš πš”πš πšŠπš›πš πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜 πš‘πš’πš– πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš. π™°πšπšπšŽπš› πšŠπš•πš• πš πš‘πš’ πš πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚊 πš‹πš˜πš’ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 πšŒπš˜οΏ½οΏ½πšŽπš›πšŽπš πš‹πš’ 𝚊 πš–πšŠπšœπš” πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš›πšŠπš—πšπšŽ πšπš’πš—πšπšŽπš πšπš˜πšπšπš•πšŽπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πš’πšœ πšœπš’πšπšŽπšœ πšŠπšπšπšŠπšπšŒπš‘πšŽπš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš˜πš”πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πš’πšœ πš™πšŠπš—πšπšœ? π™Έπš— 𝚊 πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšœπš πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš—πš˜ πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš™πš˜πšœπšœπš’πš‹πš•πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš› πšŠπš—πš’ πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ? πš‚πšžπš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπšπšœ πš—πš˜πš›πš–πšŠπš•
"Digital bath by Deftones. Its one of my favorite songs"
"Could i-i have a l-l-listen?"
"Sure, hopefully you enjoy it as much as i do"
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