#but I hate stomping on the heart

[chimerickat]

Not me over here thinking about the possible Syntax Error sequel but instead of writing from the reader’s POV I write it from the AI!Reader POV as Kaiba gradually loses interest in her because she’s not quite right…

[mymarifae]

does anyone want to join me on the aventurine/argenti train. it's got all the perks of being as funny as any other argenti ship - especially given the random absurdity of their first meeting. what the hell was argenti doing in the depths of the nihility? who even knows anymore man. but like also i think it has the potential to be really sweet?

aventurine hasn't let anyone In since his sister died. he's long since forgotten how to Trust, and Love, and how to BE Loved. and this, combined with enormous amounts of survivor's guilt and trauma and being treated as an object, has really done a number on his self-esteem. he doesn't act like it (because he's learned that it's dangerous to be vulnerable; it's the one gamble he's not willing to take), but 2.1 gave us that glimpse into his inner dialogue and it is Bad in there

between his conversation with acheron, the note veritas left for him, and finding a sense of closure in the apparition of his younger self, he's on track to becoming better. we can see it in the way he pretty much immediately reaches out to the trailblazer to get some things off his chest once he gets his phone working again. and the way he's accepting what is basically a form of therapy from the doctors of chaos. but his self-hatred has been building up for years, and it's going to take a long time to unpack and unlearn all of that

so like, in comes argenti, right? he's a loud show-off, but he is SO earnest. he sees the beauty in everything and everyone. he's kind, and gentle, and so full of love. he also comes off as a bit... lonely to me? he's spent so much of his life chasing after idrila's shadow, and only catching a glimpse of them in his many near-death experiences (and isn't that something to think about...........). he's not like, secretly miserable or faking or anything - i think his exuberance is 1000% genuine. but humans are social creatures; everyone wants and requires at least some form of closeness and intimacy. to have a love to pursue in This realm... someone he can see and hold without needing to have one foot in an early grave . i think that would be good for him. that's all

anyway, it's clear that argenti was pretty enchanted by aventurine

like yeah that's kind of just how he talks normally but !?@,%&#& that's a lot of awfully romantic things to say about one specific person out of the several you apparently rescued (??????? god i love this guy he makes no sense. literally why are you even here bud). it seems that aventurine's more subdued state left an impression on him too, and well wouldn't it be pretty in character for him to start popping in randomly... as he does, because he can apparently just go wherever the fuck he wants. to check on this sad yet oh so beautiful peacock.. to try to bring a true smile to his face... to show him how kind and beautiful the universe can be......

i think aventurine might have a hard time laughing off offers of comfort and company and the beginnings of a courtship if it comes from someone like argenti. this man couldn't be disingenuous if he tried. he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve as much as he rips it out of his chest to show you. it'll be a learning curve regardless - aventurine is too used to needing to constantly prove his worth to keep anyone around and to keep them from hurting him

but do you see it. do you see the vision. do you see how Sweet this could be. aventurine is about to receive more roses than he'll know what to do with

[stromer]

[winchester101]

I might tag all my stuff as zosan but that’s just for convenience, everyone know that zoro bottoms🫵

[rekofan101]

"Can you tell me about her?"

He rubs his hands together, fingers flexing and unflexing. Curling into a fist, scratching at his sweaty palms, spreading them out on his thighs and moving them forward to his knees. He looks up at the counselor, and offers an awkward smile.

"Well...what is there to say?"

She sighs, shifting in her seat. Her pen is in her hand, poised above the clipboard that's resting on her crossed legs. He doesn't really understand her question, as he feels there's not much else to say. She could get her information off tabloids and whatever the news has said lately. It's not like he knew her any better.

"Tell me about your relationship with her. You two fought often, right? Petty arguments, or was there always something bigger?"

He takes in a deep breath. Blows it out through his mouth. A hand rakes over his hair, brushing his bangs to the side. He looks at the counselor again, lips twitching up to smile but his eyes quickly shift down to the table. The fluorescent light buzzes softly, and the way it shines down on the white table almost blinds him. It dazzles him, and reminds him too much of the lights that would line their stage.

"It's...It's not like we hated each other. Arguing with your sibling, that's perfectly normal. We just...had a hard time agreeing on some things. We've both got a bit of a temper, I'm sure you know."

She writes something down on her clipboard, eyes darting up to give him a brief glance. She's got this look on her face, eyes half covered by her eyelids, mouth pulled into a thin line. He knows that look. Seen it too many times to not know it.

"There was once where we couldn't agree on the rhythm for one of our songs. You see, we collaborate on a lot of the music but she..."

He curls his right hand into a fist, gripping the fabric of his prison uniform. His heart clenches, and he thinks of that time in the studio.

"Those time signature changes start measure 14 and end at 38, then picks up again at 75 to 130."

"From 24/8 to 13/16 right? Are you sure?"

Her eyes glance up from the array of music sheets before her. They were staying up late, Sunday evening, going over the new songs they were going to play in studio tomorrow.

"I know what you're thinking, but just wait till you hear it! Trust the process," she says, laughing at herself.

"Oh believe me, I trust the process," he replies, grabbing the spare cups of water that had collected over their table as they worked. "Only you could come up with something like this and make it sound good."

"Well it's all going to depend on you, for the most part," she replied nonchalantly. He could hear the sounds of shuffling papers behind him as he washed their dishes.

"Ah, right. About that..."

He turns off the water, turning to face her. She looks up to him curiously, dark brown eyes shining thanks to their kitchen light. She didn't brush her hair today, because they spent the whole day inside pouring over the music for tomorrow. It stayed true to her nature, wild and unkempt, yet he knew it was soft to the touch.

"What is it?"

"Er, right...Yes, so..." He shifted his weight, bringing a hand up to brush aside his bangs. "I'm...unsure about those fills you want me to do in the intro and the during the breaks. With the time signature change during those measures...I'm not quite sure I can do it."

"Huh?" She replies, voice heavy with exhaustion. They've both been at this for hours, and he knows she's been giving it her all the whole time. He admits that what she has hear will be an amazing song, one to please the audience and anyone who hears it. But he wonders if she realizes that she's put in more faith in him than he has for himself.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can do it, this is just Heart Stab remixed, you got through that just fine!"

It is similar to that song, in fact this new one was sparked from a section of that song. Though she neglects to bring up the fact he had to practice for hours on end to get the sound right when they recorded that one.

"Ah, that is right," he replies, bringing his hands together. "Perhaps I'm underestimating myself, then."

She gets up from her seat, the folder with all their music secured in her hand.

"You always do, but I know you take this just as seriously as I do. So don't sweat it, kay? Now let's get some sleep, it's gonna be an even longer day tomorrow."

She reaches toward him for a hug, and he meets her halfway. As he holds her in his arms, he can't help but feel the guilt weighing in his heart. She's right about one thing. He does take this seriously, and he wants so desperately to meet her expectations. But he really is just not there. He doesn't have the natural talent she has. He can't just get things in the first few tries like she does. She has faith in him, but he knows that tomorrow is going to be hellish if he doesn't deliver.

They bid each other good night, then go off to their respective rooms. He lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself for tomorrow. She's going to be upset if he isn't able to keep up. And he'll get upset at himself for dragging her down.

But he's wrong. Because the fact is they both get angry for two very different reasons. He just doesn't know this. Neither does she. They both don't realize their own shortcomings. Maybe that's why it was always failed from the start.

"She's a prodigy. Always has been. Her passion for music goes far beyond what anyone else thinks. I've never seen someone with such greater talent and love for something than her. It's natural that she wants everyone to meet her at the level she's at. But I'm just not there. I don't think she realizes. I don't want to hold her back, I just want to be there to support her. That's all I've ever wanted."

He brings a hand up to his bangs, brushing them out of his face, but everything he sees is blurry for some reason. He feels something cool trail down his face. The counselor is busy staring at her clipboard, and for a moment, he's glad to have no one pay any attention to him. He's alone on stage. There's a gaping hole in his chest, one that he only has himself to blame.

"But now, I don't think we'll ever be brother and sister again."

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yeah idk lol

DAY 265:

[thebirdandhersong]

It is some consolation that one day this will not make me bristle

[spaciebabie]

Dropping more men in your inbox

(dialogue context someone asked if he had a fanclub)

i would start a hate campaign and me and the village would come as a mob 2 his funny castle and chase him around with pitchforks and stakes. this is what flirting is 2 me.

[cluster-b-culture-is]

cluster b culture is extremely elaborate revenge fantasies

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[original-punks]

I just noticed how stressed my body becomes when I hear muffled conversations. No matter what level of noise it is, my ptsd turns it into aggression.

[child-of-divorce21]

I hate Neil gaiman.

I was at a thrift store and I saw a book called “come home, angel” or something like that (I wish I took a pic) and I legit started tearing up in the middle of a goodwill. Neil, if you read this, on behalf of all the fans of good omens we deserve an apology dance from you.

[beck-a-leck]

So I just finished Spiritfarer.

i am a sobbing mess right now.

Spoilers below the cut.

Stanley was the last soul I took across, and I was NOT OKAY saying goodbye to him.

And then I got back on my boat.

And I saw Daria was back.

And then I saw everyone else was back. And I got to hug Atul again.

And it only took me like 2 minutes to finish the last couple little quests for Buck, and then i was back at the Spirit door for my turn now.

And I hugged everyone goodbye. I gave Buck the last tomato pizza I had made for him. I hugged Lily and Daffodil and got on the boat.

And I just sat there, utterly gutted that there was no dialogue. It felt so right, but also I felt like someone should have come to give me some final words.

And there was the long, silent boat ride. The final hug with Daffodil. I'm already crying.

And then the credits start rolling and i head the lyrics to the main theme song and I just SOB.

I'm not okay, but I wouldn't want to be any other way at the end of this beautiful game.

[wurm-food]

The Hayakawa Trio

[hadaad]

Zafar Younis & Adam Carter + goodbye (ft. @dodgedabullet) ↳ okay, what now? / you let him go.

[scrambledslut]

universe decided to beat the “don’t talk to strangers on the internet” lesson into me until i choked on my own blood😐

[bunnihearted]

it should be legal to stab your neighbors if they are too noisy

[be-good-to-bugs]

today has been horrible BUT buttercup finally ate something after like a month of refusing to eat so thats a relief