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luigixfanxayjay Ā· 2 days ago
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Very important update + What's next
Hello people. I'm aware that I should not be posting due to my last post, but I want to clarify what had led to that post and what I'll be doing next. I'm sincerely sorry to whoever I have worried. This is moreso a vent post, so please be weary of that before you continue on. To all of my followers and fans, please read through this post if you can even if you've unfollowed me. To anyone even, please take the time to read this.
Tags for those who may want to see and respond (I do not intend to rush! Whenever you're ready!): @peaches2217 @megamagimugi @dayseedrawz2 @mariocartoon85 @sylveon-056
TW: Mention and topic of society. General mental health topics such as depression, anxiety, phobia, trauma, gender dysphoria, burnout, self-hate and others. Self-neglect.
TL;DR... I am in dire need of comfort with my mental struggles. Interact in any way besides DM to comfort me and tell me I am loved. Reblogs of this are heavily appreciated. I will not post a whole bunch for now as I am taking it easy. Reblogs will come back with the tag #aj reblogs
The Vent
Thing is, I'm really not okay whatsoever. As of the past year and a half, I've been going through especially severe mental health struggles. This past two weeks, it had peaked horribly to the point I have consistently been unable to function properly. I haven't been brushing my teeth and I haven't been showering as often due to mental exhaustion and possible depression. My self-hate has risen to an unbareable point to which I can't do anything without mentally beating myself up. Even reaching out right now feels as if I'm manipulating, and that is not my intention. I've developed a crippling phobia of society due to being exposed to various drama going around, and that has led me to begin to recluse and that was what led me to closing everything with my account. Traumas relating to bullying and separation hasn't been bidding me well, I have had various flashbacks and reminders that hurt like hell each time. Anxiety and oversympathy have gotten to me, making me unproportionately worry and feel bad about everyone I know and care about. I am drained. Nobody my teen age should ever have to go through what I am dealing with upfront. My complete loss of optimism has just nearly led me to become unconsoleable, but I have came up with an idea with the last glimmer of hope I can muster.
This has been the worst mental state I have been in for years, and I am in dire need of comfort and simply just the reminder that everything will be okay. Please do whatever you can. I am only comfortable with giving comfort in the comments section, please do not direct message me to get the message out. If you want the comfort to be private, send me an ask and I promise you that I will see it and acknowledge it. If you're willing, please reblog to spread my message so that as many willing people can give me as much consolation possible, even if you're just a stranger coming across this. Encouragement will help my brain eventually understand the message and will help me kickstart my optimism and motivation to keep improving my mental state. To those who help, thank you. Anything as small as a click of the heart button shows that you care about me. Then again, thank you. Now, onto what I will do with this account next.
What Will I Do Next?
I am still indecisive on whether or not to post, but for now I garuntee that:
- I may not post as much. I am pushing my very hardest to move past my fears of bullying; I won't be going back to super frequent posting immediately because I want to be efficient. I am taking my journey a step at a time, and I will not listen to anyone telling me to hurry it up. With my school grade finals coming up shortly, I will also be busy with that.
- I apologize, but I will not unprivate any of my previous works. They are outdated and many of such I now dislike. Please do not ask for them to come back.
- Reblogging of things I enjoy will begin again. I may provide more feedback and insight than I used to to prevent people from believing I am stealing art. And, to organize and conveniently delete reblogs I no longer want public, I will put reblogs through a designated hashtag: #aj reblogs
As a token of my appreciation for helping, being patient, and/or reading through my incredibly long message, here's this artwork I have made the day of posting this. Thank you so much for understanding my message, and I wish you a wonderful day/night. In every way do I care about you. AJ, signing off for now. ā¤
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hannibalzero Ā· 11 months ago
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Wolf Anakin resisting the urge to eat Bunny-wan while they're mating šŸ‘€Ā All the buns in the community wondering why Bunny-wan travels with multiple wolf pups as it's extremely uncommon to see buns hang out with their natural predators even while they're only pups. They have no idea the pups are actually his pups with Wolfkin
There was a lot of steps to get to mating. Not just the romantic but do not kill me by accident. Steps as well.
Obi-Wan and Anakin talked a lot about mating.
First was the ballgag, just for Anakin to sink his teeth into while mating. Worked alright.
Then a muzzle so they could kiss while mating. Not great but okay.
The more they mated the easier it became for Anakin, but at the end Anakin needs something to bite before finishing.
Keeping a large chew toy by oneā€™s head while mating isnā€™t traditional sexy. But not being eaten will bring an Obi-Bun to climax alone.
The bunny community thinks Obi-bun is a saint. Taking in a single father wolf and his offspring. No bunny wants to think about why Obi-Bun tends to gain a little weight.
Why there are new baby buns as well?
Honestly, Rabbits are known for having fun. No one would be the first to ask who the father is.
Butā€¦a fawn bunny having a brown bunny all of a sudden?
A familiar brownā€¦
Oh look a carrotā€¦
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zebulontheplanet Ā· 1 year ago
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Just a reminder that people who still live with their parents as adults deserve respect and for you to stop being ableist. There are multiple reasons someone could still live with their parents! From invisible to visible disabilities, finance issues, and more!
Stop using the ā€œwell theyā€™re gonna turn into a creep living in their parents basementā€ punchline! Itā€™s disgusting. STOP. BEING. ABLEIST. STOP. FORGETTING. THE. POOR.
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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense Ā· 5 months ago
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Shitty little unrelated AU doodles <3
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Rambles under cut!
MORE FIDDS LORE BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN.
He's known in town as "That Nice Old Man" that lives with his son in the cabin near the lake.
What a regular guy, that man. Yup. Old Man Mcgucket. Totally normal, regular old man, haha. Yeah. Him? A cult leader? Ridiculous!
In my perfect world where this AU is an actual fully animated show, the episode when the mystery twins first officially meet Fidds would be called "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" because fuck yeah baby. It sounds cool as FUCK.
When the twins meet Fidds, they somehow found someone with EVEN STRONGER cultist vibes than their grunkle.
"Come closer, kids! I don't bite."
"Tell me, children: How are you feeling? Anything... bad, happen lately? Anything you would like to forget? No? Well, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything you would like out of your head, anything at all. I would hate for youngens like you to be forced to deal with such... unsavorable memories. Better to have them gone and out of your head. You know what they say: Out of sight, out of mind." *boop*
I'm making him a manipulative conniving little rat with good intentions but utterly ABYSMAL execution (babygirl, you can't just go around deleting people's memories)
Since Fidds is actually the leader of the Society of The Blind Eye, the cult is a lot more organized and covert, and actually do their job pretty well.
Tate knows. He knows his father is hiding something from him, something dangerous, but he can't remember what. He tries to get the twins to stay as far away from his father as possible because, while he's certain his father won't actually hurt them, there is no telling what the kids might be getting involved with.
During the cult fight "episode", Mcgucket would be chasing the kids, Ford, and Bill around, but mostly just for the latter two rather than the children. He would never actually hurt the twins.
"Please, I'm trying to help you, kids! Don't you understand? KNOWING is what cost me my eyes; KNOWING might be what costs you yours, or worse, your life! You can't remember any of this. And I cannot in good conscience let that- that demon stay inside your Great Uncle's head to rot him from inside out like- like some kind of PARASITE."
And then bada bing, baba boom, the twins defeat Fiddleford and his weird cult and they survive with their memory instact and their Grunkles not dead, yipeee!!
Fidds disbands the cult and chucks himself into jail willingly, and casually just becomes the boss of all the other inmates there with his natural old man charms. He gets the Gideon treatment for his ending <3
It's okay, tho because Mabel and the others visit him sometimes just to chat and keep him company.
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kylorenscar Ā· 7 months ago
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"...and I have to live with that. Forever."
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rocketbirdie Ā· 7 months ago
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it's all subjective
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whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx Ā· 5 months ago
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Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixationā€¦soā€¦
Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!
Alice: Hold the fuck up.
Also Alice, crawling into Liliaā€™s lap: Itā€™s me. Iā€™m the fuck up. Hold me.
Rio: I have an idea!
Jen: No murder.
Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.
Lilia: I have a bad feeling about thisā€¦
Agatha: What do you mean?
Alice: Donā€™t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?
Agatha: No.
Jen: That actually explains so much.
Lilia: As far back as I can remember, Iā€™ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to ā€œlive it up today, because thereā€™s not gonna be a lot of tomorrowsā€.
Agatha: You do realize thereā€™s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?
Teen: A bird flew in through my window and Iā€™m trying to befriend it.
*later*
Agatha: Why donā€™t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?
Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.
*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*
Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!
Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!
Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:
Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?
Jen, glaring more: Iā€™ve got to bail him out too? Whereā€™s Agatha?
Teen: No one called her. We used Liliaā€™s phone call to call Alice and Rioā€™s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.
Rio: :)
Jen: Rio isnā€™t answering her phone.
Agatha: Here, Iā€™ll try.
Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-
Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.
Agatha: The ends always justify the means!
Jen: Do you know who said that?
Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?
Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.
Jen: I bet you didnā€™t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!
Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!
Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didnā€™t get it done, did you?
Agatha, whispering back: I donā€™t even know what sheā€™s talking about.
Lilia: I am at a loss for words!
Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like heā€™s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.
Agatha, carrying SeƱor Scratchy out of the room:
SeƱor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*
Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.
Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!
Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: ā€¦think of all the sex.
Alice: There are two types of people.
Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)
Lilia: ā€¦three. Three types of people.
Jen, cautiously: I canā€™t believe I didnā€™t notice this before, butā€¦Teen, you are a little crazy.
Teen: Arenā€™t we all a little crazy here, Jen?
Jen: No, I mean youā€™re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.
Teen: Itā€™s my momā€™s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didnā€™t come was because my room was too dirty.
Rio: Iā€™ve come looking for trouble. And if I canā€™t find trouble, I WILL create some.
Alice: Do you trust me?
Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.
Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!
Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Erā€¦Alice, Iā€™m gonna be honest, I donā€™t know what to say to people who are crying. So Iā€™m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?
Alice, sniffling: ā€¦thanks, Agatha.
Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.
Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!
Teen: She WHAT?
Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!
Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!
Agatha: SEE?!
BONUS:
Wanda, watching from the afterlife: soā€¦when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?
Lorna, shrugging: I donā€™t know. Alice is still in it.
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odinsblog Ā· 1 year ago
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tw: child death
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The body of a six-year-old Palestinian girl, missing for 12 days after an Israeli tank targeted their family car in Gaza, has been found along with the bodies of two medics dispatched to look for them.
The Palestine Red Crescent Society (PRCS) and the family of the girl, Hind Rajab, confirmed on Saturday that all seven people inside the car were killed, with the Palestinian relief organisation saying it lost crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed al-Madhoun in the Israeli attack on civilians in Gaza City.
Family members found Hindā€™s body along with those of her uncle and aunt and their three children near a roundabout in the cityā€™s Tal al-Hawa suburb, the Palestinian news agency Wafa reported.
Another of Hindā€™s uncles, Sameeh Hamadeh, said the car was peppered with bullet holes.
ā€œThe occupation deliberately targeted the ambulance upon its arrival at the scene, where it was found just metres away from the vehicle containing the trapped child Hind,ā€ said the PRCS statement.
ā€œDespite prior coordination to allow the ambulance to reach the location to rescue the child, Hind, the occupation deliberately targeted the Palestine Red Crescent ambulance crew.ā€
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monstergifpacks Ā· 1 month ago
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Rhea Ripley <3
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incognito-melancholia Ā· 1 year ago
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"Act my age? What the fuck is that, "act my age"? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor."
- The greatest thing i have ever read
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sweeneydino Ā· 1 year ago
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There's no way he only called them Posers. He was on a 4kids censorship, I swear.
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I might have been binging the show recently...
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chirrups Ā· 2 months ago
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I feel like I have nothing to ask, I simply would love to hear more about them fucked up mermaid and murderer
And I would absolutely love to tell you about them, Tin.
This AU takes place somewhere vaguely in the Pacific Northwest (circa. 1970s-80s) in an isolated fishing town along a storm-wracked coast.
Fisheries in and around the bay have collapsed due to extreme winter weather patterns + overfishing + an oil spill from a tanker run aground down the coast, leaving most of the bay's inhabitants to live pretty much hand-to-mouth off contaminated fish in recent years.
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get ready for LORE (and more drawings but mostly the LORE)
general warning: this is pretty long
The "story" as it were, kicks off when Gem finally gets fed up with another fisherman in the area, Grian, over continued conflict about ownership of fishing grounds in the mouth of the bay.
She orchestrates his death (with the eager assistance of Scott and Impulse) out at sea and passes off his death as a tragic accident in the winter swells with her being the unfortunate finder of his remains.
And it works.
See the thing is: Gem has a history of causing disappearances. It started with some accidents with out-of-town poachers. She would chase these people off and one or two would just slip overboard and happen to drown. It wasnā€™t her fault and besides they deserve it. But things start to escalate from there. Poachers become outsiders become fellow townspeople. Grian is someone Gemā€™s known for years, whose friends are tangentially her friends or acquaintances. His death is a cold-blooded murder driven by hatred and frustration. This time something is different about what she's done and Gem knows it.
But Gem is a reputable and well-known person. Her prices are fair, she drives poachers out of the bay and maintains order around the pragmatic fishing ground policy that undoubtedly helps everyone to survive.
She is the type of person to look to for guidance when things get hard because she can make those hard choices. So how on earth could it be her fault?
No one is wiser until Grian's funeral brings an old friend into town who is more than a little suspicious about the circumstances of his death.
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Scar was one of Grian's crewmates when they did trawling much further south. They split when Scar took up (illegal) whaling and Grian moved into the bay.
As an outsider, Scar isn't so swayed by the goodwill the town has around Gem's name. He's no detective but for the sake of an old friend, he might as well try.
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In this AU, mermaids are social mammals part of the Hominidae family that went back into the ocean similar to Cetaceans. They live in matrilineal family groups or in any other female-led organization of pods and have a very "survival-oriented" global culture (with regional variation).
Pearl is a lone mermaid whose pod lived in the bay until they were starved out by the collapsing fisheries. PNW mermaids are more territorial than other ecotypes and value strength over anything else. Pearl's inability (read: unwillingness) to oust other pods for better fishing grounds and the loss of one of her pod members summarily lead the other two to abandon her.
Without a pod to help her, hunting enough in her dwindling territory has been difficult and lonely, leading her to slowly starve just as the humans in the bay have begun to.
She took to trailing fishing boats to steal from their catch, which is how she met Gem who was mid-throwing some unfortunate soul overboard.
They have an interesting relationship.
Gem is enamored with Pearl at the halfway point between a person and a large apex predator. She loves the way Pearl needs her to live and the way Pearl, as a social creature with no pod, craves her attention. It's thrilling to have a predator at her beck and call like this and, in turn, to be so desperately needed. She also loves the way Pearl doesn't look at her like she's dangerous (the way Scott and Impulse have begun to when they think she doesn't see them). Her interest in Pearl seems to be leaching into something more than just wildlife admiration. She's begun to learn the mermaid language just to talk to her. For what? Who really knows. Meanwhile, Pearl is hungry enough to eat just about anything Gem throws her (including human bodies) and desperate enough that she lets Gem get much closer than many humans in this area have ever been to a mermaid. (They even touch, scandalous for mermaids.)
It's skewed for sure. From Gem's perspective, they've got something special going on. From Pearl's... not so much.
This being Secret-Life based, you can imagine how this story ends...
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Bonus piece: Pearl and her old pod.
IN GENERAL, Biological females are generally larger with a set of rotated tusks protruding from their lower jaw for dominance displays. Biological males are commonly smaller and more agile, with more dexterous hands due to decreased adipose tissue distribution over their bodies. (They actually have 3 biological sexes and tons of social gender variation but that's a talk for another time). Pre-cultural awakening, these pods would form around a biological female and their harem for reproductive purposes. That female would then protect the harem from other females looking to "steal them" or their territories (like horses but reverse-style). In modern times, these pods are often composed of groups of friends/related family members as sort of "platonic life partners" and stealing other pod members is seen as a very archaic sort of thing. Territory stealing, however, is still up for grabs.
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taivans Ā· 5 months ago
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We're just one big happy family... except for a little incest and psychosis. TJ MIKELOGANā€™s HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT day elevenĀ ā†¬ obscure horror
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m1d-45 Ā· 5 months ago
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
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-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that youā€™d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom heā€™d happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knewā€”and, on occasion, flauntedā€”that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if youā€™d granted him swords, or a claymoreā€¦ but that was speculation for another time. didnā€™t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didnā€™t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city heā€™d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldnā€™t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldnā€™t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didnā€™t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didnā€™t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didnā€™t push him away. you helped him upā€”his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?ā€”and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldnā€™t think, couldnā€™t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majestyā€™s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how heā€™d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didnā€™t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
heā€™d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didnā€™t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with youā€”his lungs burned with the need for oxygenā€”as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. childā€™s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasnā€™t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you couldā€”shouldā€”have just left him behind, but you didnā€™t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didnā€™t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
ā€œi wonderā€¦ā€
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didnā€™t show any emotion, justā€¦ watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well heā€™d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ā€˜good jobā€™ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didnā€™t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldnā€™t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, heā€™d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, heā€™d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
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kuj0goth Ā· 6 months ago
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I forgot to post this. Concept for this drawing is that in the blind eye ford au, ford has difficulty navigating the world, and taking his glasses is like trimming a catā€™s whiskers. He becomes unable to properly receive new information, and its incredibly cruel. Fiddleford did this originally to restrict information from him, but eventually it became a sadistic sort of hobby. Fiddleford wants to be relied on. She wants more than anything to be needed by someone and she scratches that itch by leaving ford helpless.
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nando161mando Ā· 8 months ago
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