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projecting my trauma onto fictional characters /j

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FINALLY

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Wow, now there's a bot going around on Ao3 telling people that the "moderators" will delete works from "deprecated" fandoms and impose bans.

Fearmongering bullshit, but it's fearmongering bullshit that seems to be taking advantage of the recent spotlight series in order to trick authors into deleting their fics.

Just. Why.

What the hell does anyone get out of making these bots.

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butch cowboy sevika my beloved...

nsfw version on patreon! <3 save a horse ride a cowboy etc etc

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Tim just chased the criminal all the way to Blüdhaven

since he's already here...

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This post did indeed make chuds on Facebook so very mad

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Hero of time

Stained glass on its own under the cut bc I like how it turned out ^.^

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is this anything

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house mice & deer mice

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Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

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“You see??” Mitsuri excitedly squealed in a whisper. Well, what she considered to be a whisper. Her voice was still much too loud that she was forced to place a hand over her mouth as she continued, “It’s plain as day, right?”

Obanai, directly trying not to think about the fact that he was pressed closely against his longtime crush and friend whilst trying to remain detached and stoic, scrunched his eyes to better see what she was pointing out… To no avail. It didn’t help matters that the sun’s light was slowly retreating, or that his right eye barely worked and all he could see were two blurry figures out in the open…doing absolutely nothing.

He shook his head.

Her eyes shot to him. “Eh?? Come on, Iguro-san. Can you really not see it?” She sounded hurt.

Obanai almost broke at such a dejected look but forced himself to remain impassive. “I don’t, Kanroji.”

Mitsuri hummed and turned back to look at the objects of her curiosity. A tall man and a short woman—both friends of theirs even if the man next to her vehemently denied such a thing. “Well, see, it’s like, the way they are sitting so close together, right? And also, that look they’re sharing? It’s just so…” She sighed dreamily, losing the ability to speak.

Obanai cocked a brow. He was tempted to say something obvious like, ‘We’re pressed up against each other. We’ve shared a look. Does that mean we’re in love?’ before stepping back behind the corner they were peaking out from to press himself against the rough, stone wall. Saying such things out loud were basically forbidden for him, even in jest. Knowing Mitsuri could never return his feelings, the rejection he’d face from her would hurt more than a blade through the gut.

He waited until she was also behind the wall before he said, “I suppose I have no reason to doubt you. You are the Love Hashira, after all.” He smirked under his mask. Obanai may not have been able to express his true feelings for the girl, but there was no harm in teasing, right?

As he expected, her face flushed an enticing pink color. His smirk widened.

“Iguro-saaan, you know that’s not how it works!” Her cheeks puffed as she pursed her lips. “Otherwise, wouldn’t you be knowledgeable in all things snake related?” she shot.

“Who says I’m not?” he shot back

Despite the objective of that evening’s mission to remain under the radar, which meant being quiet to better pry into their friends’ affairs, Mitsuri laughed—loudly.

Not that he cared one bit. She looked so lovely and free that Obanai could’ve just stood there watching her. So he did.

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“They’re at it again,” Giyuu sighed.

“You’d think we’d become less interesting over time,” Shinobu giggled into her hand. “But it’s nice to see Iguro-san enjoying someone else’s company other than Kaburamarus’.”

Giyuu’s cool blue eyes slid down to the small woman sitting by his side. He rose a black-winged brow. “Is that why you keep asking me to watch the sun set here with you?”

“Ara ara, jealous are we?”

He didn’t cower at her teasing, having gotten accustomed to it surprisingly fast during the many times they’d spent together. In fact, he was already prepared with an equally witty remark of his own.

“Of Iguro, no. But his snake… I see the way he looks at you.”

Shinobu snorted, and quickly ducked her head to conceal a rapidly spreading blush that Giyuu was able to catch a glimpse of. He smiled to himself, feeling pleased about being on the giving end for a change.

“In any case,” she said after clearing her throat, violet eyes trained on the waning light, “there’s still time for them. Perhaps they’ll figure out what we were fortunate enough to find out for ourselves.”

“Yes,” Giyuu agreed, taking the woman’s small hand into his own. “And maybe then they’ll stop spying on our dates.”

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is this anything

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i'm still mad about that post thats like "humans USED to be able to memoriize long epic poems, but we no longer have Bards so our memories arent as good" boy shut the fuck up. a good chunk of people i went to high school with had the entirety of hamilton memorized for fun and they weren't even autistic.

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I will succeed because I'm crazy. 2025 mantra

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Greatest freeze-frame from Sam Aronow's latest video

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something a friend said

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“NOT WHAT I’M CALLED” has been in my head for the past few days so have this