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ODE TO SOFIA
Sofia sits to my left in the office. It is big, but we crumple. That makes us close, at least in distance.
Sofia likes horror and dresses in full black. Her favorite color is pink, she hates yellow because itâs too bright, too happy, leaves no space for much else.
I really admire her. She is an enthusiast for cooking and reading, collecting figurines, and making perfect gifts: baskets with your favorite character plushie, sewn by hand. She sends you a birthday cake to your new apartment in Japan. She is considerate and remembers everything I say.
Sofia is violent. She tells the truth. Diplomacy exhausts her; she wants more. She is angry at people she has never met. She is happy when someone expresses their rage.
When I think about her, the sound of my sisterâs giggles comes to mind, in the backseat of my parentsâ car, listening to Mr. Jones by Sui Generis for the first time.
She likes gore and blood, but she rejects the passive violence of societal expectations. Day to day, she fears the real horrors of self-destructive, evasive methods. She is soft and sweet.
She is critical thinking skills, getting kicked out of class for laughing way too hard. The pride of growing up when no one is watching. Learning something basic as a full-grown adult, in a quiet street on a Wednesday morning. all alone.
It is the strength you need to protect your identity. It is showing your new sneakers to everyone. Forehead kisses to say goodbye to your friends. Going shopping in pajamas for fresh morning bread. It is the wonderful thing we find in the dark, hidden away from the horrors of the light and polite.
Catching a complicit smile at a funeral. The catharsis after breaking your favorite vase. Spending your last penny on a mistake. The friendship I form with my paralysis demon. A scared kid ready to attack. A tale, a hug, a cookie, and we both say good nigth.
The moment you are forgiven after screaming. Being loved after being wrong, mistaken. The comprehension only a child has: to cry over the doomed oneâ the serial killer and the rapist, the goner â not for their imminent death, but for prohibiting themselves a slow day, a warm afternoon in bed, tea, toast, and a good book to read.
#melancholic musings#introspective writing#poetic prose#soft rebellion#raw vulnerability#beauty in the shadows#hidden joys#soft horrors#the poetry of rage#comfort in the dark#Personal Growth and Emotion#quiet strength#growing unseen#messy humanity#cathartic moments#childlike empathy#gothic softness#pink amidst the black#honest violence#critical sweetness#tea and toast#paralysis demon friendship#breaking vases#warm afternoons in bed#complicit funeral smiles#rage asthetic
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look to windward as an inversion of Atlantic
you donât wake up surrounded, blinking lights and hospital beds and loved ones with worry in their eyes. You wash up on the shore. Alone. And you have to claw your way back to life. and you do. you stand up and you lift your sword. you have paid your penance and you are ready to fight for what you are owed.
#and you arenât alone#maybe at the beginning but not on the journey and certainly not when you reach eden#allies and ghosts of the past and demons that crawled out of the ocean behind you#sleep token#even in arcadia#I love the higher stakes for lack of a better word of this album#mythological and biblical and lyrical and also raw and vulnerable
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Ătoile | Cheyenne text posts (4/?)
#Etoile#Ătoile#Cheyenne Touissant#etoileedit#audi's edits#Lou de LaĂąge#personal#.she's so beautiful she's so terrible she's so perfect#.i love her i love her i love her#.she's an eco warrior she loves the nutcracker she has an arrest record she wanted the princess bed#.the Palladinos write terrifying women with raw vulnerability in a way that ruins my life and makes me better for it#.also I am a Cheyenne/GeneviĂšve truther#.GeneviĂšve/Cheyenne/Jack WHEN#.they all have two hands
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itâs nice but also so NOT nice that you can see how theyâve spent so much time around each other, working with and around each other daily without speaking, that when they exchange looks and gestures it's so much more familiar than how they speak to each other
#There is a raw painful vulnerability to the clarity with which they both see each other#for obvious reasons this plagues me#the passenger#benson the passenger#randy bradley#ranson
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Fiyeraba April - Flinch
#fiyero tigelaar#wicked fiyero#elphaba thropp#wicked elphaba#fiyeraba#fiyeraba april#ankh art#wanted to redraw my favorite scene#itâs just so so good#the moment where Fiyero tries to flee#to run away because heâs been caught with his mask down#and then Elphaba reaches for him#wishing for him to stay#showing her own vulnerability#they both raw and open to each other#allowing the space to be honest and free#free to be themselves#gah I could write a whole essay about this scene
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i have completely convinced myself that in tsc2, after kevin and jean do that interview to salvage jeanâs reputation, kevin is going to get drunk. thatâs his only coping mechanism and that interview is going to be very difficult for himâbeing so close to jean will be difficult, talking about the ravens will be difficult, talking about rikoâs death will be nearly impossible
jean knows nothing about kevinâs alcoholism. when they were close, kevin had never drank in his life (âravens donât drinkâ). if kevin gets drunk in front of him, heâs going to handle it very badly. it will be so startling for him, because kevin has changed. in both good and bad ways, kevin has changed from when jean used to know him. and jean doesnât know the drunken version of kevin and heâd also be upset from the interview. and theyâd probably get into an argument
idkâŠi think it would be interestingâŠkind of neatâŠyk
#aftg#all for the game#kevin day#jean moreau#kevjean#tsc2#aftg tsc#theory about tsc2#i just need them to have a raw and vulnerable interaction#or any interaction#it would probably freak jeremy out too if kevin got drunk
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iâm almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which iâm chronically insecure about). itâs made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or âdoing it wrongâ. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader itâs okay and that theyâre doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)
hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses donât matter too much til theyâre with someone youâre rlly sweet on so i wouldnât sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

Youâre on your couch and in Steveâs lap and worried about just about everything.Â
Steveâs being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. Heâs watching you closely, unaware heâs just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurityâ it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lipâ strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesnât care.Â
You nod but donât say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isnât making you shy.
âYeah,â you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. âJust- just wanna likeââ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. âI wanna get this right.âÂ
A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. Itâs warmâ every part of him is glowing warm.Â
âI donât think thereâs any way you can get this wrong,â He admits, awfully sincere about it.Â
Itâs the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and heâd still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him.Â
You donât know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry?Â
Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity.Â
âI mean,â you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, âIf there is, Iâm sure Iâll find it. I havenât, uh, exactly done this⊠too much.â
âThatâs fine,â Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours.Â
âNo, Steve,â you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. âI mean, like⊠like ever.âÂ
Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then heâs smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now heâs taken your fourth kiss too.Â
You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine.Â
âThatâs okay,â He murmurs, sounding like he really means it.Â
âIt is?âÂ
âItâs great. Youâre great.â He kisses you againâyour fifthâ so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy.Â
Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so youâre straddling him properly. Heâs warm, so warmâ and so freakinâ nice to you.Â
âYou donât find it weird?â You canât help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him.Â
âWeird?â Steve echoes. âAre you kidding me? Itâll take more than that to freak me out.âÂ
One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach.Â
âItâsâI mean itâs kind of, like, a little embarrassing, donât you think?â You continue, voice a little breathier than before. Youâre not sure what youâre trying to convince of him ofâ you certainly donât want him to stop.Â
Steveâs lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches.Â
âAre you feeling embarrassed?âÂ
One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but donât answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you arenât. He isnât making you embarrassed but you are, just a little.Â
Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. âHey. You shouldnât be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we canâ we can like stopââÂ
âNo.â You cut in, God, now youâre seriously giving him the wrong idea. âNo, oh my god, I sound so stupid- itâs not youâ SteveââÂ
He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment.Â
âGreat.â He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. âCos you donât need to be.â He kisses your mouth again, seven. âAll you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay?Â
You like the sound of thatâ adore the way heâs so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, âOkay,â and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce.Â
#ehehehe loverboy steve! heâs here!#đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ hope this is ok nonnie#sincerely i KNOW it feels balls to not have done it but genuinely like all in its own time!#when u do kiss ur lucky person they will count themselves lucky for getting such a vulnerable & raw piece of urself#u only donât know how to kiss once !#i wouldnât worry and itâs certainly nothing to be insecure about đ«¶ mwah ily#steve harrington#jay writes#steve x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#steve x you#steve harrington x you
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sometimes i can't even picture bkdk doing typical coupley things like a cheek kiss or something but for some reason i can clearly picture them slow dancing in the middle of the night with no music
#does it smell like a school training ground in here it's funny how they're all the same it's funny how you always remember#the intimacy the vulnerability the RAWNESS#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#bakudeku#bkdk#otp#deku#kacchan
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this part from the stranger ending fucking got me, man.
#slay the princess#slay the princess spoilers#stp spoilers#both the utter sadness of contrarian calling himself 'the worst part of us'. that rawness and vulnerability.#and. and. 'there is no worst part of us'. that is The line!!! the thematic statement of this game!!!! thats what this is all about!!!!!
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âDo you want me to have them sedate you until itâs over?â asks Haymitch. Heâs not joking. This is a man who spent his adult life at the bottom of a bottle, trying to anesthetize himself against the Capitolâs crimes. The sixteen-year-old boy who won the second Quarter Quell must have had people he lovedâ family, friends, a sweetheart maybe â that he fought to get back to. Where are they now? How is it that until Peeta and I were thrust upon him, there was no one at all in his life? What did Snow do to them?
- Katniss on Haymitch, Mockingjay, Page 166
#a SWEETHEART#oh no#i thought it was too circular but maybe he does call lenore dove sweetheart#the way he offers to have her sedated when they go to retrieve peeta is so devastating#itâs the only way he knows how to cope#itâs not biting or sarcastic like how he normally is#itâs a raw and vulnerable offer#haymitch abernathy#the hunger games#thg#sunrise on the reaping#mockingjay#sotr#sotr predictions#katniss everdeen
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What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.
What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it youâre lent.
By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

Sheâs whatâs tethering him do you see⊠And heâs the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

Theyâre both so out of it đ Itâs the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? Theyâre each otherâs weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though sheâs also the guard attack hound keeping him safe⊠And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. Theyâre both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They canât perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.
We both havenât lived for ourselves in a very long time, havenât we.


They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it itâs ok heâs not all alone in the end đđ He reached out for Marcilleâs hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, itâs okay Iâm okay
Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.
Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because theyâre h-u-n-g-r-y đđđ


I bet heâs only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him theyâre tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 ThistlesâŠ... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?
"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you canât suppress her in the way that matters. You canât soothe him in the way that matters. Itâs doomed. Youâre doomed. Itâs all doomed. Save me.
#Spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#Thistle#falin touden#thistlin#OOOOH UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP THAT SOMEHOW WORKS OUT SAVE ME#I need them to be traumabonded kittens to not separate post-canon#Iâm seeing a raise in post-canon thistle content/interest which makes me v happy#Fumi rambles#Falin learning to disobey orders with Thistle is one of my fave things. EAT THAT CURRY GIRL!!!! Nvm that itâs gonna get you killed#Itâs good for the character arc#Falin and thistle sitting on a web o-b-s-e-s-s-i-n-g <3#This is somewhat of a tldr of my huge thistlin post. Plus some thoughts i had in discord or twitter#Keeping it for another day but tbh if you see their dynamic in canon as her thinking/having picked him as her mate it changes nothing#about her behavior which I find funny. Thistle accidentally claimed himself a parrot mate bc heâs bad with monsters confirmed#Ik my thing of them learning to relax and live in the present moment again is pretty fanon BUT ITâS WHAT KUI POINTED TOWARDS#With her calming him down from a panic attack and eating berries. With the baths for dandruffs. Etc. Thistle hasnât socialized in a long#time and he wouldnât if it wasnât a tool he needed to interact with BUT itâs still socialization and itâs getting him in touch with his#surroundings again even if just a bit slowly but surely!! The Toudens have a superpower in reaching Thistle. Bless#Howâs that one post go again. he refuses to develop he's part of the problem he maintains the cycle he's trapped in the cycle.#she's growing she's finding her place she escaped her original role she wants to help people she will never save him she will never save hi#Something something they have to abstract each other bc relationships with humans have always been too charged and unsafe#Only by seeing each other as more concept than person more object than peer can they truly be vulnerable#Like the fuckedupness lf their dynamic and state is WHY theyâre so attached. Why their dynamic could be so raw and needy#The stars aligned in the worst way. Mission successfully faile#Tfw we both need to feel needed
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This is the most devastating thing they could've pulled here. These aren't flashbacks. Maria was killed before she ever got to see the earth that she loved so much from afar. They never got to explore the world together the way they always wanted to.
These are fantasies. Dreams that never got fulfilled. Glimpses of everything that could've been but never was. Shadow isn't reminiscing on his past-- he's getting lost in flashes of that happy, content future him and Maria never got to have. What if I just cried.
#sonic#sonic x shadow generations#sonic x shadow generations dark beginnings#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#i just can't get over how beautiful she looks from his perspective#the way she leans against him and tucks him in and the way he feels so obviously safe and content in her presence#the softness and intimacy and raw vulnerability of this whole scene is wiping the floor with my heart man đ#they just loved each other so much AAAHHHJHGFDDGFGFDSF#i'm with shadow now i 100% why he fell in love with her i have too#I DON'T WANT HER TO DIE ANYMORE NOOOO#well obviously i do because otherwise all of shadow's development would be undermined but i will not be happy about it#anyway i was NOT mentally prepared to handle the feels the finale dropped and it shows#momento rambles
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Barty is provocative as fuck and James is easy to rile up. Usually, it just leads to James storming off with Barty laughing. One time, James was having his own problems, and Barty came by and started a fight. James said the most offensive personal thing ever that got Barty so mad, he got personal too. Then they both are just yelling at each other, and everyone is kind of scared to pull them apart. Eventually James just tells him to fuck off and Barty does, for the first time, storm off.
They were seen making out later that night
#Idk guys#i just love them being angry#barty brings the worse out of james#like dont tell me all of the kindness james feels doesnt go down the drain when barty starts yapping#he shit talks barty a lot#but weirdly enough he will only be vulnerable with barty#his inner rage and pure raw unfoltered emotions only come out when barty is pulling him#and barty who lovws entertainment likes to say some stuff that james do not like#he does it anyway cause he doesnt care#he hates when people get too personal#he also hates acknowledging his problems#so when james points it out he hates it to a burning passion#but he needs james to point it out cause he will never listen to amyone else who will#but it also gets him angry and psychotic#theyre just gay#james potter#barty crouch jr#james fleamont potter#barty crouch junior#sunkiller#darksun#james x barty#iliyas yaps#iliyas hcs
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softly loving you
warnings: mha spoilers regarding aizawa
aizawa is asleep on your couch.
that fact in itself isnât a big deal- he sleeps everywhere. it isnât rare to see him curled up in his sleeping bag on the floor of his classroom. his students have long gotten used to it, stepping over him if need be. itâs very endearing to those who know and love him. but you know better.
aizawa is constantly tired because he never truly rests.
he never fully lets himself sink into a true slumber, one ear always listening in case something happens, in case someone needs him. (there have too many times where he wasnât with his students when they needed him-and heâs determined to never fail them again.)
so thereâs few times that aizawa actually sleeps. this is one of those times. heâs slumped over on your couch, mouth hanging open and snoring. his eye patch has half fallen off because heâs buried his head into the cute throw pillow with a black cat on it that you got because it reminded you of him. (he acted like he didnât think that was funny, but he pulled you into a kiss just after you held it up and showed it to him.)
you hate to do it, but you know his back is going to kill him the next morning if you let him sleep like that any longer. so you walk over and perch on the edge of the couch by his waist and begin to gently run your fingers through his hair, twisting it lightly when you get to the ends of the inky strands. over the years youâve learned how to wake him up without startling him. he is a hero after all, and when heâs startled his first thought is defense, which ended up with your arms in a strong hold before he realized it was you. (youâll never forget the look on his face whenever he realized that it was you.)
it shows how deep in sleep he is by how it take you calling his name a couple of times to get him to stir. one dark eye slowly blinks open to look at you, and a small smile appears on his face when he sees thatâs it you.
âhi.â you whisper, a grin of your own showing on your face.
âhi.â his voice is deeper than normal, a gravely quality to it that only appears whenever he first wakes up. âwhat time is is?â
âalmost midnight. câmon hero, letâs go to bed.â
he lets you pull him up, not helping and making you do all the work, smiling at you in a sleepy, goofy way whenever you huff at him. the click of his prosthetic hitting your hardwood floors is jarring in the otherwise silent apartment, but you both ignore it. when you get to your bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed to start taking his leg off but pauses whenever you get on your knees before him.
âlet me do it.â is what you murmur, but you donât get to before he cups your face in one large, calloused hand, engulfing the side of your face. his eyes are deep as they stare at you nuzzling into his palm and kissing the center. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip before letting go and leaning back, leaving you to it.
after you take it off, you place it gently beside the nightstand and crawl onto your own side of the bed, beside aizawa who was already under the covers and waiting for you. he pulls you close with one arm, so that youâre facing each other and holding hands in the middle by your chests. he had taken his eye patch off while waiting for you, and you gaze at him, quietly marveling at the rough, gorgeousness he posses so quietly.
he leans forward to press a solid kiss to your forehead, then your lips. itâs a slow, lazy kiss, both of you tired from the day yet still wanting to show each other your love. the two of you fall asleep like that, foreheads pressed together, hands held between your hearts that have long since matched beats.
#I think thereâs something so tenderly raw in letting the person you love see you at your most vulnerable moment and loving them through it#being so intimate with someone like that is a blessing#matâs writing#mha aizawa#aizawa shouta#aizawa x reader#bnha aizawa#aizawa shĆta#aizawa x y/n#aizawa x you#fluff#mha fanfiction#mha x reader#mha spoilers#my hero imagines#my hero academia headcanons#my hero academia fanfiction#aizawa fluff
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Straw Hats Crew: But how are we gonna get Nami back? Do you know where she is?
Luffy: No ⊠but I know someone who does :)
Me: Oh fuck please tell me he took the bag with Buggyâs head, oh my god PLEASE tell me he took the bag with Buggyâs head, please, please, please, PLEASE, let the final arc of the season be my beloved boys rescuing my beloved Nami with the reluctant help of my beloved cringefail unhinged silly little meow meow Buggy
Luffy: *pulls Buggyâs head out of the bag*
Me, a normal person:

#this is a personal post about a personal experience okay#this is me being very raw and vulnerable with all of you#is it swagless get invested in OP in 2023 through a Netflix adaptation?#i love this funky little found family and their cringe clown worstie#one piece#one piece live action#opla#buggy
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#kirby#kirbear#plushies#daily kirby#my art#digital#hal laboratory#nintendo#I've been slowly repairing my baby blanket#unpicking all the decades of old stitches and everything.#she's actually in incredibly good shape for her age#but her edges are giving out#so I unpicked the old hems and put a border on her#and darned the corner that was too destroyed to reach the border#I still have to unpick and redarn the hole torn by my childhood cat#(weird little fun fact: my baby blanket is genderfluid for some reason?)#(right now she is her and she has been her in the past but she has also been him in the past.)#it's a lot of work because I have to finish whole chunks at once so she's stable enough to sleep with at night#I can't leave big raw vulnerable edges just because I'm tired#but it's mostly done now#(and yes I took a couple little videos of her old repairs because they were a part of her. especially the oldest ones.)#there's lots of people who do stuffed animal restoration and stuff but I haven't found anyone that does baby blankets :(#so I'll just learn to do it myself.
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