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This is a Nimona appreciation post.

If you haven't watched Nimona, what are you actually doing with your life?

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Can you do yandere gojo and sukuna headcanon with fem sorcerer reader plssssss

Hey! Sorry but I don’t write for yandere, I can write a gojo and sukuna piece if you want tho!

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seeing the tags on the last few pieces of big shot art i’ve done make me so fucking happy ya’ll are wild

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Funky little blurb with Soot and Wren Wren is an OC that belongs to my right hand man, @/gummyworm-coffin!!

Night time. Such a quiet and serene time. The gentle hum of wings of the crystal flys that surround Dawn Winery. Lifting a hand Soot gently knocked a curled knuckle to one drifting by her head. A gentle ring echoing to the clouds as she did. It seemed the clouds became beckoned to the sound, the starry and dark sky above her slowly being covered as greying of clouds rolled in. Mond hadn’t had rainfall in about a week, a rather rare occurrence for the city.

Bare feet in the grass, the greenery tickling her feet as the winds of Barbatos blew throughout the cliffs she headed for. Screw it, she broke out into a run. Face still a bit puffy and red, yet a small smile broke out on her face, a fang poking out of her top lip, nicking their bottom lip. Her tail trailing behind her, curling and flicking; her ears back on her head, sensitive to the blowing winds yet used to it. She came to a stop as she reached her destination, the cliffs that sat between Dawn Winery and Springvale. Slowing to a walk as sje wanderer to the cliff side, tail curled into itself and up to her back as a tremor took over her body. Blaming it on a shiver as she was only in her pajamas, one of Diluc’s old shirts; a loose black clothed shirt. It had a deep V cut for the neck, however she was smaller than he was so it ended up being loose at the edges of her shoulders. It had a couple strings in the middle where the point of the V landed on her chest, the strings threaded between each side of the cloth. A pair of shorts she threw on right before she ran out the door laying loose on her hips, black with white stripes. She had her hair down as it naturally spiked out, her arms covered in a loose bandage and her eye and mouth gaps loose and open. The bandage kept on her leg still there but loose, the bandage she put on before bed loosened from her tousling. Her eyes were still puffy and only seemed to get worse the more she rubbed them. She knew he’d be here soon, she had freaking animal ears atop her head, twitching with each step her took, turning this and that at each puff of breath that left his lips. Calleum perhaps? No. He’d be moaning or complaining the whole time. Either that or hiding trying to sneak up on her. This was different, he either didn’t know she could hear him or knew and didn’t care, he wanted her to his steps. What she didn’t know was he didn’t want to spook her. It was obvious by her posture and the way she held herself as she sat; something had happened. Most likely linked with the appearance of a man in Mondstat. It seemed that anyone that knew her picked up on something off with her at the same time as the arrival of this man. Only few truly knew why, a reason why she had one of Diluc’s spare shirts on. A deep fear of being alone again, anything to make her feel like she wasn’t, a reminder that she would always have her older brother to protect her, how childish. He was standing right behind her now, a bit to the left. Soot’s tail gently uncoiled itself, the muscles once taught and tensed slowly began to relax as it stretched out and rested right at Wren’s ankle. The fluffy tail slowly wrapped around his ankle, loosely as it  allowed the fluff covering it to tickle his feet. She sat cross legged, hands in the middle of the open area on the inside of the area her crossed legs created, one laying flats against the cool ground and gripping the grass as the other rested atop it, picking at her knuckles and rubbing and pinching her skin; a nervous habit he noticed a few months ago. She let go of the scarred skin pinched between her pointer and thumb and moved her hand to curl loosely around her wrist. He gently lifted his foot and untangled her tail from it so he could sit beside her. Her eyes were puffy from crying, her body gently flinching at the thunder overhead. “It’s awfully late for an adventure, simple stargazing like this would have sufficed on the roof of the Winery no?” A bump of the shoulder, yet she didn’t reciprocate. Everything was so fuzzy for her, heart thrumming in her ears. His voice was so warm, not quite cutting through the static, more of gently moving tides, the warm water washing it away. “Quite strange for you to be up at this hour, let alone out about eh?” She was trying so hard to cover it up. Dammit. It was terrible timing for him to show up, he knew, she knew he knew. “I needed some moon water and herbs from Liyue, I just got home and thought I’d grab some mint on the way home. You know the road to Liyue cuts through the Winery. You’ve always been a fast runner,

especially on all fours. How you switch from a raccoon to back so fast amazes me each time.” He was attempting to lighten the atmosphere, why? “Tanuki you imp.” She grumbled. He knew she hated when people mistook her for a raccoon, she didn’t go dumpster diving for hell’s sake!! “He was back, the other day I mean. I caught him wandering the city streets when I was heading to Kae’s office.” Hopefully one of these days the knights will find a reason to truly arrest him. As much as Kaeya despised the strange man, and no matter how much the other knights picked up on it and became wary or disdainful of him, there was no true evidence to lock him up. “I’m aware. I assumed which after I saw you run. It’s been happening again, isn’t it?” She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, her body slumping against his. Right ear flattened so as to not smack his face as her cheek squished into his shoulder. The thunder picked up as lightning cut through the sky, the wind whistling as it began to shake the trees behind them. Raindrops slowly falling onto both of them. “You know, at first I was terrified. I’m stronger than him, especially now compared to that of then. Hell, he probably doesn’t even remember me,” her left hand began to rub her left one and fingered the loose bandages, “ yet I can’t help but fear. What he could, what could happen, what all could go wrong, what if I end up back there? You know I’ve been thinking a lot, about it, about everything. The nightmares certainly don’t help.” Wren hummed, he put his arm across her back to her other shoulder and gently rubbed circles into it. “And if you were to end up back again?” A horrid thing to think about, yet not impossible. “I don’t think I’d fight to be honest. I wouldn’t look for him, I wouldn’t even draw my sword. To be honest? I’d let it kill me, I wouldn’t even fight back. If I find myself there again it must be deserved; fate discipling my soul, eternally damning it. I’m not the same ambitious little kid as I once was, I was stripped of everything and laid bare before things, monsters I wasn’t ready to face. I don’t think I ever will be. I can't go through that, won’t be able to handle it.” She mumbled the last, words slighting slurring and being muffled due to having her cheek squished on their shoulder. Her eye’s finally losing their spark. It clearly took a lot to admit it. Her eyes looked down bashfully, ashamed almost. For a moment he had to collect his words. She hated pity, he knew that, and he didn’t pity her. Perhaps that’s the reason she was able to say so much, always being able to tell him anything and everything. Humming he moved his hand to cup the back of her neck. Holding on a bit tighter as they knew she found pressure comforting. Rubbing their thumb in a circle on a point in her neck that always seemed to relax and calm her, and it proved right as she seemed to melt into him, slumping impossibly more into him. Ears drooping as her tail slowly came to a stop, he could feel it rest at his back. With his right hand he reached into his bag and grabbed a glass lamp. Entwining it into a strand of her hair, braiding a few locks around it. “We should head back Fritz, it’s really starting to pick up with the storm.” He was right, the rain was fully coming down as warm streams of water. Thunder seemed to constantly ring out in the sky and the grass they resided in would become slushy with mud soon. “Sleepover? You can stay in my room or one of the guest ones if you want.” He was at the Winery so much it became like a second home to him. Being the best friend to a Ragnvindr would entail such. He slowly moved up, a little tanuki curled up in his arms, tail popping out over his arms as a tired yet sharp tooth grin shined up at him. With a spring in his step they began to trek down the cliff. “Sleepover.”

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Look at my son, look at my boy :]

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WAKE UP EVERYONE THERE'S NEW SOLITAIRE ART!!

@/aliceosemanart

I AM NOT OKAY-

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Just a friendly reminder that Frances Janvier was the 'Dr Who girl' in Becky's birthday party in Solitaire

Michael Holden is the 'Winter Olmpyian' who gives a talk at the academy in Radio Silence

Tori Spring is the girl Frances talks to when Aled performs the first live version of Universe City at the end of Radio Silence

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It will never not be funny to me that we, as a Solitaire Fandom, didn't actually come up with the ship name Sprolden and in fact just collectively chose one suggested from the book and ran with it

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IT'S SOLITAIRE DAY!

Criteria of the day:

Make sure your school isn't burning down, if it is you should probably call someone

If it's cold, wear lots of layers

If you watched any films last night, pretend you didn't

If you have printed out a blog's posts and stuck them in your room obsessively, take them down if you haven't done it last night

Leave your house at 5:24am exactly (unless you absolutely can't; if you can't, pretend you did)

Have a can of unopened diet lemonade with you all day at all times

Call that friend you haven't spoken to in a while

Hang up on said friend when they tell you to go home if you have left the house

DO NOT BREAK INTO YOUR SCHOOL, though if unavoidable, you do you.

If your school is burning down, GET THE FUCK OUT and don't stay in there

And most importantly, please DO NOT try and commit suicide. Talk to someone, and please get help. It may not make you feel immediately better or 'fix you' but know you are appreciated and loved and you belong in this world. (If you need to talk to anyone, feel free to message me)

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Gonna try and start a tag game because I'm bored af

Pick one thing that you feel is just a part of who you are or something that you feel represents you in some way

Colour: Dark Green

Song: Let Down by Radiohead

Film/TV Show: Perks of Being A Wallflower

Quote/Song Lyric: "I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I'm the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me." - Tori Spring, Solitaire

An Instrument: Guitar (I think I'm biased though)

A Part of Nature: Rainy forest

Comfort Item: Laptop or maybe my guitar

Weather: Rain (not too heavy or light) especially when it's foggy and on a gloomy day

Food: Teriyaki Chicken

Piece of Clothing: Homemade Knitted jumper/cardigan

Magical / Supernatural Artefact: A leitner book

(no pressure tags) @far-beyond-saving @underlined-in-spirit @sleepy-vix @t0ri-spr1ng @itsfunnybcuzitstrue @bookwormwithadhd @nachthimmelschwarz @s0lit4ir3 @ofcutsandoffire @misanthropicmuso @apersononearth011 @alistairtalkstomuch @underablanketofstars @wisteria-angel-xox @cheddar-cheezit @psychedelicflyingshark @annotated-catastrophe @faulty-radio @loulooser @bored-boring-and-tired @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @ghost-under-my-bed

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I was talking to someone about Loveless the other day and they were going on about how 'sad it was' and whilst I get it's not a happy book etc, it's not really supposed to be sad in that way. It's supposed to be a book about accepting who you are, and learning that's its okay to be who you are, and aro ace people shouldn't be excluded from that

What is sad is that I forget how many people still view aro and/or ace people + anyone on the spectrum as 'broken' or as 'missing something' or 'lonely' or 'depressed'. Like we are NOT broken for god sake and my depression is definitely not from being ace. I'm not saying it's easy but I hate how we are often stereotyped

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November is just the month version of a Thursday.

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I JUST GOT THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL EDITION OF SOLITAIRE AND LOOK AT MICHAEL ON THE BACK

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For some reason I can really imagine Tori having a letterboxd account, though she doesn't tell anyone about it (obviously) and is under the same username as her blog, so no one actually knows who she is on there. She would log every film she watched even if she does it days after she actually watched it, sometimes give reviews (which are probably unhinged in some way or really indepth or extremely concise and to the point), constantly change her ratings of films because she would end up thinking about one she watched in the past and end up realising how it wasn't so great as she initially thought it was (like what she said about Garden State in Solitaire) and her top 5 films would change all the time. She would have had this account for years and because of that she would end up having a fair amount of followers from obscurely named lists and random reviews she's made over the years.

And then one day, Tao goes to log a film he just watched and sees her review though he doesn't know it's Tori and vice versa. They then realise they like a lot of the same films and have a similar opinion about loads of them and sometimes watch films they see the other just logged and maybe Tao starts debates in reviews with Tori. (I know in the 2023 Q&A Alice showed Tao's Letterboxd and his username is his actual name, but in this he doesn't haha)

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Every Tori Spring kinnie is emotionally attached to a black jumper/sweatshirt. You cannot change my mind.

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You know when Tori's blog (@chronic-pessimist) just magically came back to life (with the power of Michael's anime eyes) after not posting for around 7 years on some random Wednesday, without any reason or warning just to answer 5 asks and then disappeared into the abyss again?? Yeah I think about that all the time