#soz this is awful
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As he ordered his scotch Gabriel's eyes scanned the room, seeking a quiet corner where he could relax and unwind after a day spent navigating the treacherous waters of high society, and the pub he stood in now seemed perfect for it. Spotting an unoccupied table near the hearth, he made his way there, acknowledging the nods and curious glances from the regular patrons as he passed by.
The warmth from the crackling fire in the hearth enveloped him as he settled into the wooden chair, embracing him like an old friend. He loosened the top button of his tailored waistcoat, feeling the tension from the day slowly melt away, eyes searching the lively place with a quiet interest.
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Axel Arigato AW23 Collection
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Bastille at The Atlantis in Washington DC!
Eleventh year as a fan, eleventh Bas gig, and first time at barricade!
#bastille#September 21st 2023#The Atlantis DC#i miss this#please take me back#i love this band too much#bastille gigs#soz the quality is awful#best night#no zoom#dan smith#you have my heart
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im going to make an emo anime wolf oc hes gonna be soooo edgy and powerful nobody can stop me
#i was watching anime wolf amvs just as a little silly#but it made me realize that whole genre of art REALLY influenced my art when i was younger#it wasnt something that id noticed before but looking back pretty much everything i made#was chasing after that style#dogs and wolves being emotional. simplistic backgrounds. unrealistic proportions and markings#i wish i could find all this stuff easily. i have old sketchbooks but#all of my early digital art is lost to time. either on unsaved ibispaint shit or drawcast/framecast#which shut down! awful awful...#beginning/intermediate artists please im begging you find a good place to save your art in a way that'll last#you might think it cringy or bad but after a while you'll want to look back on it!#i dont remember much of what i thought as a child but i can connect with that little fella by looking at my shitty furry art#that i was so so proud of. and then i wasn't proud of it. and then i was proud again.#total rant soz#labyposting
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instagram should be set aflame
#EVERY reel iâm reccomended of a woman or#or disabled person or queer person etc etc has the WORST people in the world in the comments#saw a vid just now of a woman with crazy long hot using it as a jump rope (sick as hell) and a BUNCH of ppl in the comments were accusing#her if being a trans woman like??????? like the third time today iâve seen comments on cis women calling them trans (usually just calling th#em a man and saying awful transphobic shit) and i CANT TAKE THIS MUCH LONGER#also any woman who isnât size 0 getting called fat and told to work out INCLUDING videos of women AT THE GYM WORKING OUT bc they also have#body fat which is literally healthy to have#and also some people will work out regularly and eat auper healthy and still be fat like ?????#soz for venting i really just need to not go on instagram lmao#iâm getting better at that but when ever i cave i just get so pissed#and then have to come back here for comfort lol#and have to remind myself that the people saying that shit are def the most sad lonely angry people in the world#and also they will die soon maybe <3
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emetophobia warning under the cut (me complaining about my lovely acid reflux issue)
genuinely going fucking crazy with gerd i was so excited to go to school today and then my body decided to puke up like 2 cups of the thickest bile ive ever seen it was actually so fucking gross like what the hellđ
#also emeto warning in these tags soz#IT LOOKED LIKE ORANGE JUICE IT WAS AWFUL#i was hyperventilating after partislly bc of how revolting it was#uuuhhhhhhhhh
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@und3rdark cont. from x
âCuriosity had always been her guilty vice. A thing overindulged to the point of prying intrusion, oft to the great detriment or benefit of others. It all depended, in truth, whether she sought knowledge for its sake alone, or pursued other ends through it. So she inquires in measure, undecided on reason - only seeking to know more about the peculiar dark-dwelling elf who'd come to her aid earlier. A venture more out of gratitude than want for upper hand.
âIt seems she's missed a fork in the road - that trecherous footpath called discretion - somewhere along her journey. With how swiftly Asyrn passes off a century spent near Menzoberranzan almost like an afterthought, it makes her think she should've started lighter. She thought she had.
â"In the hands of a professional, then. And one so kind to lend me passage. -- A rare treasure in these parts."
âTravellers and heroes lingered in ill places, she knew. In her limited experience - light-loving creature as she was - none quite so ill as this corner of the earth. It would be a strong choice, if volitious. And lucky for her, no matter if it had been.
âThe path through wet rock and puddles is a harrowing one, tedious to the best of legs without experience of terrain. Her step is surer now, having watched Asyrn move quick and practiced through dips and elevations like he's learned them blind, but still she, with her slower legs, lags far behind and catches up slow and steady, neither tired nor very fussed about it. -- Frustrations have seldom been known to change an outcome. She passes the flat of her palms down her abysmally rumpled front while she watched Asyrn peer down the tunnel. Whatever he sees there seems to inform the question.
â"Not hungry enough to stop quite yet." She eyes the fork and glances at her guide with a questioning raise of the brow. "I suppose it should depend on what lies ahead."
#đđđ đđđđđđ â avita â IN CHARACTER#đ - v: D&D#und3rdark.#SOZ for the lateness but here comes the bestie!#and i'm#realizing how awful 100 years without sunlight would sound like to her#avita vc: that's... great đ#he'll make her like the underdark yet though <3#q.
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Raine and Beau lore oh boy
(spoiler: it's angst)
below the break you will find a short story about Beau's last moments with Raine, told shortly after the birth of Ranboo.
this was a project i submitted for my writer's craft class, which did, in fact, have a word limit, so it's not as long as i'd have initially written it, but alas, it is plenty angsty nonetheless. my metacognition on the piece is also available if anyone wants it :]
"You must try to drink more, my love," Beau pleads, voice doused in water, arm dripping with blood. She presses her wrist against Raine's lips, Raine smearing the blood in denial. Her head falls back against the feather-stuffed pillow, using what little strength she has to wipe her mouth clean, keeping one arm secured around Ranboo's small, frail body, swathed in soft cotton, just like herself.
"I believe," Raine murmurs, struggling to take in enough of a breath to push the words out, "I am ready. You've done all you can."
Beau's eyes squeeze shut. She lowers her headâ her arms, hands, one pressing into the wound to prevent her from falling into the same deathbed Raine's laying in. She bows forward, forehead landing upon Raine's waist. Raine finds the crown of her head with trembling fingertips. Dust follows the movement, flying from her skin. It was a dangerous truth that Beau was not yet ready to acceptâ the presence of dust as she washed herself before bedâ some nights pondering if she should preserve it in a jarâ but preservations required acceptance, so they sought out the drain instead.
"There must be more I can do," Beau speaks. "There is sure to be a doctor out there somewhereâ someone who knows how to help you."
"Darling," Raine rasps, "you have done all that you can. There's no need to argue this anymore."
Beau peers up at Raine through the thin, white veil of her hair. Raine looks down at her solemnly, her eyes wet as well. Blood stains the corners of her mouth, visible beneath her pale, grey skin (it wasn't always that wayâ pale and greyâ years ago, Beau would kiss dark, slate skin, back when there was still life in death). Death comes to life in front of herâ Ranboo kicks her little legs out, one of the few, infrequent movements she's gotten a hold of over the recent months. Beau's attention is drawn by the sporadic twitches, and the small, swaddled figure resting on Raine's chest is blurred further in her misty vision.
"What about her?" Beau asks, reaching a hand forward to hold Ranboo in her blanket. Beau looks back up at Raine, whose eyes are fixed on Ranboo as well, smiling fondly at their daughter.
Raine inhales deeply, wheezing slightly, speaking, "I trust that you will raise her to be strong like you." Beau stifles a sob. "And," Raine adds, "when she's old enough to hear, you can tell her all about me."
Beau shakes her head. She refuses to accept this realityâ one in which she's raising a childâ their childâ all on her own, having to tell her stories of her mother, knowing that she will have never heard her voice, seen her face, or remembered her touch.
"Make sure..." Raine takes in another wheezing breath, "... that she knows that I love her more than anything else... and that I do not regret a single thing."
Beau nods this time. She could never deny her wife's requests, least of all her dying ones. Beau has felt Raine's breath against her bodyâ strong and self-assured like she isâ and to hear her struggle to inhaleâ cough as she exhalesâ it creates a deep ache in Beau's chestâ one that calls her towards acceptance.
She reaches for Raine's hand, cringing at the feeling of dust against her skinâ the way cracks run along Raine's fingers, her wedding ring sinking into the bone. Beau tries not to squeeze too hard, afraid that her hold will cause Raine's hand to crumbleâ or cause pieces of her to spill like sand in an hourglass thatâs on the brink of running out.Â
Beau remembers their wedding day well. She recalls the moments in the garden of her parentâs home, wandering through the fields of lilies and jasmine, Raineâs hand held tightly in her own, grip like a vice and laced with nervousness. The stars gleamed bright, and Raine had told her that the moon was shining just for them. The night had still been youngâ they were still so young, just barely a century oldâ and still yet to don their wedding gowns.Â
They did not know what their future would hold, but they knew they had one.
Oh, how Beau wishes she could say the same nowâ how she wishes she could hold Raineâs hand a little tighter to quell her fears, and how she wishes this child, kicking and chirping and barely one month oldâ still blind to this worldâ had not taken Raineâs life, and how Beau wishes Raine had not given it so easily.Â
Vampires do not die. You cannot kill something that is already dead. However, you can steal its consciousnessâ and that is precisely what Death does as it swoops in through the open window, carrying Raineâs soul from her body with the gentle breath of the breeze.Â
Dust spills onto Beauâs gown. Ranboo gives a sudden kick, a chirp, louder and sharper than before. Beau squeezes the dust that remains in her hand, pulls whatâs left of her love together, compresses the centuries theyâve shared into her palm.
And, with the soft breath of an autumnâs breeze and a kiss of death upon her daughterâs brow, lets it blow away in the wind.Â
#my horrible awful terribly bad ideas#catalyst#just thought i'd put this out here to make up for the lack of ch 23#very very excited to share ch 23 with you all :D#you get to meet catalyst!techno which is very exciting to me#he is just a guy and that is so important actually#but yeah soz for the angst i guess ^_^
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inspired by the lovely @be3lynn, here are some things my friends said this past school year that made it ok:
A: "The URL isn't incorrect! I typed mantis shrimp!"
A: "BOSTON CREME PIE IS A FUCKING CAKE."
B: "Aw they sound so cute! Tories!"
B: "You're a southern white boy, of course you are! Tell me I'm wrong."
C: "I canât."
C: "I'm a famous bad boy!"
C: "Let me move your knees."
C: "Fastest fuck in the west!"
Me: "I'm not sure that's something to be proud of, frankly."
D: "It's like throwing a Gummi worm into a ring of children."
D: "Liberals want to change Nosferatu to They/Them-feratu."
E: "I'm five foot three, you son of a bitch."
E: "You're helping heal them of horny!"
F: "Very wet cocktail shaker."
G: "Stop prophisizing and play UNO!!!"
and finally, from yours truly:
"I will never understand attraction to men."
"You'd be a really prolific murderer."
#s/o to my friends for beibg awful i love them all#also almost everyone featured on this list follows me so. soz.#all these kids made this year of school actually bearable
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Wait who tf was holding the leash-
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#asks#ok but fr i wanted to keep it ambiguous on purpose lol#at first i made it grey but it just looked weird with the rest of the colours so soz i whitewashed u maybe#and it can either be someone trying to calm him down like shh shh you're ok or someone abt to be awful to him ur choice#cw suggestive
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i know more about susie wonder than you do genius /ref
#soz just read the most abhorrent fic...#spooky month#sm susie#i mean the fic wasn't awful but i just sat there like...she would not fucking say that /ref#dude she is a lovely sister she tries her very best#cut her some slack she is very busy#spooky month sr pelo
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I don't know if it's unpopular opinion or anything but I don't want Gon to get his nen back
#I'm cool with his arc ending with meeting his dad#And Killua already found his goal which is to protect his sis#We can follow Kurapika now until he dies#Gyro is not happening soz#I'd love Leorio to join but I don't see anyone talking about him so I'm assuming hes not in the current arc aw
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yall ever just bust out a 800 word flash fic out of spite
#all of my wips are glaring at me but like#it's not my fault i have to correct intsys's awful writing of c.orrin and o.din#soz to h.ubert and b.yleth and to a.daine and o.isin and frankly the other c.orrin and o.din stuff im working on#christina.txt#and i did it BEFORE taking my wellbutrin goddamn me
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i kinda wish the tumblr notifs thingy was more user friendly idk like i try to look at it to see if anyone wrote anything on or replied to one of my posts or whatever but it's just full of like . a thousand likes on a post about a little bear statue . . . i wish it was Easier . . . twitter sucks in every other single way but the notifs r the only good thing there i think
#twitter is literally hell rn its like theres no moderation at all so i hate being there#tumblr feels so safe in comparison#i go on twitter and suddenly im seeing literal fucking NAZIS ?? in the year of 2024 ??? or 14 year old racists openly saying racist things!#i dont get how these ppl are getting away with tweeting these things when my account got blocked for 2 whole weeks.. TWO WHOLE WEEKS.. for#jokily saying to a friend that i was gonna kill my brother for something he did ?ÂŹ?ÂŹ my account was a priv one too ?!!?!? whos gonna see it#anyway its also scary cos when im on twitter its like i realise just how many ppl there are in the world that have awful awful views and it#so disheartening and scary idk anyway this turned into a big ramble totally unrelated to notifs soz#i
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after exhausted from a long dayâs travel, gus rests his head on sixâs shoulder.
you don't think about it much. but the quiet sets in between you both, your nose is running, eyes are watering & you're soaked with sweat from little exertion at all.
his head leans to your shoulder. you lean, in turn, side of your head propped against his as you process each inhale. your arm hurts. á”ŻÉ â±„Éᔯ ħᔟÉⱊê©. it could be described in more ways, nerve-striking agony from your shoulder to the rot of your arm. your own arrogance can't take moments like this away from you, yet. the still of someone else beside you. the sunsets glow seeks to warm your cold, shuddering bonesâ med-x can wait. can it??? can't it? one hand wipes the drip from their nose.
â s'on your mind? â subside me. talk [..] say anything. help me out of mine. this is your comfort. he subverts your impatience to deaden the nerves. you'll wait a while. they reach out, one hand clasping against the inside of his forearm in a grasp of reality & self-soothing gain.
#Âčthe courier.#Âčwriting.#withdrawal cw#45auto#(hello i thought awe this could be cute#and then i thought about the fact that this is all rest means for the courier#soz about that gus. maybe later!)
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