#all by me

[sh-igaraki]

[puodwis]

    soft         ♡        peach

[theautisticfroglord]

Please be alright

pairing - julius x reader

fic type - angst to comfort

warnings - deatth mention, julius is stressed,

notes - another fanfic over 1000 words!!! also I made an art for this one :3 yet another brick wall of text at the beginning💀

Julius, the Wizard King, is your partner. He loves you and wants to protect you. He always managed to keep you safe. Until one day. You got into a fight and ended up getting severely injured, and you could have died. You were escorted to the infirmary to be healed. Everyone is uncertain if you’ll survive, though. Julius was broken when he got the news about what happened to you. That night, he can’t get himself to sleep and he still has work to do. At about midnight, Julius is writing at his desk. Then, his emotions hit him harder. He can’t hold back his emotions anymore, and starts to cry. Julius hasn’t cried in a long time because he manages to keep them down. He notices his own body trembling and he puts his head down. Julius tries to keep himself quiet as he continues to cry against the desk. He soon can’t help but to sob quietly as he attempts to console himself. A long time later, Julius stops crying. He continues to rest his head on the desk until he hears a knock on the door.

“Come in…” Julius says, his voice a little shaky, still. Marx walks into Julius’s office.

“Julius, you don’t have to stay up doing work all night. We have time to write all these papers,” Marx chuckles, but then notices how Julius is acting off. He looks really tired, and his cheeks are reddened. He also notices how Julius is trembling a little. Marx then notices how the desk has a small puddle of tears on it. He then realizes that Julius had been crying. He walks closer to Julius’s desk.

“Julius… you’re really anxious about what happened to Y/N, aren’t you?” he asks, concerned. Julius tries not to look at Marx directly.

“They might live, you know that? Sleeping can make this easier for you,” Marx offers Julius, kneeling a little so Julius will look at him. He tries to stop himself from crying, but he can’t help it anymore. Tears start streaming down Julius’s cheeks.

“Marx…” Julius cries. Marx gasps, surprised at how Julius is crying in front of him. Julius walks around his desk and hugs him.

“I’m just… s-so worried about Y/N… I want them to be alright… I want to see them,” Julius sobs as Marx consoles him.

“I’m sorry sir, but you can’t go see them, they also need to rest,” Marx sighs. Julius starts to cry even harder, and Marx is surprised at how sad and hurt Julius sounds.

“I didn’t get to tell Y/N I loved them before they left… I was out and couldn’t see them! I’m so stupid, it’s all my fault…” Julius cries, hugging Marx tighter.

“It wasn’t your fault Julius. You didn’t hurt them, I’m sure they still love you,” he reassures Julius, trying to calm him down. He starts sobbing louder until he’s practically wailing. Marx can tell that Julius is really hurt over what happened to you. He feels heartbroken seeing the Wizard King so vulnerable and hurt. He even tears up a little. When Julius manages to calm down, he lets go of Marx.

“You’re right, I-I need to sleep,” Julius sighs. Marx puts a hand on Julius’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Marx,” he nervously walks out of his office and goes back to bed. The next morning, he wakes up later than usual. He doesn’t get out of bed, though. Julius takes a picture out of his drawer. The picture is of you and him together. He stares at how cute you looked in the picture, and he starts to cry again. He sobs into his pillow so people don’t hear him. After he calms down again, he hears a knock on the door to his bedroom.

“W-Who is it?” Julius asks weakly. The door creaks open, and Marx peeks into his room. Marx notices Julius’s face, and he gives him a concerned look.

“Y-You can visit Y/N today…” Marx chuckles, and he sees Julius’s face light up.

“I’ll get ready,” he climbs out of bed. Marx leaves him alone to let him get into his outfit. Julius comes out of his room a few minutes later. They make their way to the infirmary to visit you. Julius’s stomach is in knots, and he’s really nervous about you. Him and Marx wait outside the room you’re in, hoping you’ll be okay. Then, the door to the room you’re in creaks open.

“Oh, you’re both here,” Owen chuckles. He notices how uneasy Marx and Julius look.

“You can come in here, they’re ready to see you,” he invites them into the room. Marx walks in first, then Julius. They both come into the room and see something they didn’t expect. You were sitting in the chair next to the bed you were in, and you looked perfectly alright, other than being tired. Both Julius and Marx were at a loss for words as you stood up from the chair. Julius waked up to you.

“Hey, Juliu-” You start, but then he collapses in your arms. You feel his tears against your neck and you you’re confused. He starts to sob loudly.

“Y/N… you’re alive…!” he cries as you sit back down so you can support him in your arms.

“I’ll leave you guys alone for now. You’re free to leave when you’re ready,” Owen walks out of the door. Marx tries to comfort Julius by putting his hand on his shoulder. Julius starts crying louder.

“We were so worried about you… we’re glad you’re alright, Y/N,” Marx sighs. Julius is still wailing against your shoulder.

“Aw, honey… the whole palace is going to hear you if you keep crying,” you chuckle, and he gets flustered realizing that. He calms down a little as you rub his back.

“We can do this later, when we’re alone,” you whisper to him. He finally lets go of you and stands up.

“S-Sorry… I’m just so glad you’re okay,” Julius sniffles, wiping away his tears. You stand up from the chair again.

“It’s alright, baby, I love you,” you purr, pecking him on the lips.

“Let’s go back home,” Julius sighs, feeling more calm now that he knows you’re okay.

[crayolaqueen123]

A poem by me

The heat of the light like the reassurance of a mother, 

All the colours of my costume swirling in my head, 

The glare of the audience looking up to me, 

The bounding of the music vibrating off the walls, 

The pure pressure of getting to states, 

From the wings, my team is cheering, 

All the other performers acknowledging my talent, 

We all line up to get results, 

Now that it's over I am filled with Sunshine, 

States in the Sun dancing through the day, 

Lots of practise and fun in the studio, 

Family sing-alongs on the couch, 

Flowers and congratulations from others, 

Make up wipes on the floor, 

Hair slicked back of enormous amounts of hair spray, 

The time has come again to go on stage.   

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[cemeterything]

"you will look for themes and motifs in media that isn't worth the effort" i will look for themes and motifs in the dirt. on the ground.

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[free-piza]

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[viennacherries]

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[myclericalromance]

i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years