#taking care of myself can be harder than it maybe should be. i've always been the odd one.

[itsrainingfeathers]

I purchased decent noise cancelling headphones and suddenly managed to go through the untidy thrift store and a really busy mall (some kind of birthday thing. the mall's birthday. i got a free yoghurt and 4 slabs of chocolate for 8€) without feeling like tearing my hair out. Wonder what that's all about

[mrsshabana]

Okay I’ve got an idea for you

Soulmate Tattoo AU but Gyutaro never had one as a human and it only develops some time after he became a demon.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮 ♡ 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒰୨୧ ・Content Gyutaro x female!reader, canon-ish, soulmate au, fluff, angst ꒰୨୧ ・Note I've been meaning to answer this ask for so long! Honestly I wish I could write an entire fic about this but I had to stop myself. I've always wanted to write for a soulmate au so if you want to see more don't hesitate to ask! ♡ (Also I've never written for a soulmate au before so I'm sorry if I did it wrong)

It all happened so fast.

Just a moment ago you were walking home from the night market. And now you find yourself pinned to the ground in a dark alleyway fighting for your life. Some monster grabbing at you, trying to make you his next meal.

He's unlike anything you've ever seen before, but it doesn't take long for you to deduce that he's a demon. You've only heard people tell stories of them, but you never would have imagined they were real.

His large hand wraps around your mouth so you can't scream.

"Pathetic," he snarls, "Just going to let me kill you without putting up a fight?"

You try to kick and scream but you're powerless against him. His lips curl into a sadistic smile. A deep, hyena-like laugh comes from his throat.

"You're so disgraceful, I almost feel bad for you!"

For a split second, he's too busy antagonizing you to notice that you're wiggling out of his grasp. "Fuck you!" you hiss, kicking his groin and desperately crawling away.

Immediately the demon hunches over and groans in pain, "You... bitch..."

Unfortunately, the blow doesn't do as much damage as it would a human, and he's recovered quicker than you expected. You were only able to get a few feet away before he grabbed your ankle.

"You'll pay for th-" he stops mid-sentence and stares at the spot above your ankle.

An intricate pattern lies there, one that you were born with. It looks like a random splotch of ink at first glance, but when you look closer it resembles the shape of a heart.

The demon gulps audibly, suddenly the entire aura around him shifting. Without an explanation, he gets on one knee and pulls up the hem of his pants to reveal a mark that looks identical to yours.

"You... You're my soulmate," you whisper in disbelief.

The demon's hand begins to tremble as he keeps a firm grip on your ankle. "It-it can't be..."

"P-Please, maybe we-"

"Shut it!" he snaps, his teeth getting dangerously close to your face, "I don't care who you are! You're gonna be my next meal!"

He pulls out a weapon you didn't notice he had. It looks strange, like something you've never seen before.

With a look of amusement on his face, he swipes the blade of the weapon across your throat.

But nothing happens.

"...what?" he frowns and presses the blade harder against your neck. But it won't cut your skin.

It really must be true then. This demon is your soulmate, and lucky for you soulmates can't bring harm to each other.

You always heard about soulmate tattoos and how you were destined to find that special person one day. But a demon? Really? Sure, he's pretty cute but he's still a demon!

However, you're honestly just happy to be alive. At least now you don't have to worry about the demon that lurks around the entertainment district making you his dinner.

Meanwhile, your soulmate stares at you with wide eyes, hurriedly stepping away from you as if he's disgusted by you.

"Wait! Please don't go," you reach out to him, "Maybe we can work something out..."

"Tsk, I want nothing to do with you. I don't need a soulmate," he snarls, looking you up and down one last time before disappearing into the night.

You stay in that spot longer than you should, hoping he would return.

Of course, you know that demons are dangerous, but a part of you can't help but feel some kind of unconditional love for him. He is your soulmate after all.

But after some time passes you give up on love. The demon never comes back so you figure there's no point in even trying to find love in the future. If your destined soulmate doesn't even want you, then why would anyone else?

As weeks pass you go on with your life and try to forget about the demon. You're pretty sure he's long forgotten about you, but you couldn't be further from the truth. He's just been really good at hiding it.

Gyutaro hasn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since that night.

He went his entire life convinced that he was unloveable. But then suddenly this gorgeous human shows up on a silver platter just for him. It was a lot to process in the moment, but as time passed he couldn't help but sprout feelings for you. Especially after he stalked you and got to see how cute you are.

It started with him following your scent around the district, finding out where you lived, stealing your mail to get all of your personal information, and then breaking into your home while you slept.

Sure, maybe it's a bit creepy and weird but he's a demon! He has no morals at this point.

When he was a human, soulmates were the least of his worries. He was too busy scrounging for food and trying to survive to care. There were plenty of marks on his body, but none of them were the mark of a soulmate. The one on his ankle only appeared years after he became a demon. But honestly, the thought that this mark was actually the mark of a soulmate never crossed his mind. He always believed that a soulmate was never in the cards for him.

Normally he would never catch feelings for anyone, let alone a human. But when he met you it was like a switch flipped inside of him and he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

And now, as he spends more and more time around you he begins to get careless. His feelings start to get stronger and overpower his rational thoughts. This whole time he's told himself that he'll never let you see him and he'll always just admire you when you're asleep. But the urge to touch you starts to get too strong. Oh, what he wouldn't give to feel your skin under his fingertips. To just hold you in his arms if only for a few seconds.

As he stands above your bed, looking down at you as you sleep blissfully unaware, he can't stop himself from crawling into your bed with you. It's like his body moves on its own, all of his anxious and self-hating thoughts get momentarily pushed aside. And all he can think about is you, and how right this feels.

You feel large, firm arms wrap around you - slowly waking you from your slumber. Typically someone would feel terrified to wake up suddenly in the embrace of a stranger. But you already know who this is. Your body knew it was your soulmate before you even opened your eyes.

After all of these weeks, you tried to forget about him but you never could. Ever since that first night you met him you felt like a part of you was missing. And he felt it too.

But now you feel complete with him by your side. And for the first time in his life, he doesn't hate himself. He doesn't feel like a disgusting, ugly, disgraceful waste of space.

He feels loved.

[thephooka]

Happy Webcomic Day! My webcomic White Noise is a labor of love--according to Procreate, this page took me 15.5 hours to complete.* Here's a look into that process!

Some other notes:

The thumbnails are done on graph paper and I script while I do them--there is no separate written script for White Noise. I usually spent a couple hours on weekends as needed thumbnailing, sometimes at a coffee shop or at home listening to records.

I then set up the file in Photoshop, so I can lay in the text and use the template I have with bleeds already set up. The text is rasterized and I shuttle the file over to my iPad via Airdrop.

The bulk of the actual work is done in Procreate, which records timelapses that I sometimes share to my Patreon. I usually spend a couple hours most nights after my day job or on the bus commuting doing this.

Once everything art-wise is done, I shuttle the file back over to my desktop to re-set in the text, add a stroke around the speech bubbles (Procreate doesn't have that took fsr) and do the resizing/exporting for web.

On Sunday mornings I get up, queue the page and write the page descriptions. I don't spend any time on the page descriptions outside of that.

Also, this process goes for the whole first arc of White Noise. I'm done with that arc (which means you can binge the whole thing I'm js!!) and am experimenting with some different methods these days, but my workflow is still generally the same.

*Some more talk about the labor (and burnout) involved below the cut:

This particular page (and most of the pages I did in 2023) took a lot longer than normal because I was heading into a burnout period that I'm still lowkey in/recovering from. It's obvious to me now in retrospect watching the timelapse here and seeing how much noodling I'm doing and how much I'm struggling with the process, but at the time I was just very frustrated generally. When I'm not burned tf out pages take maybe 10 hours max.

2023 was a pretty stressful year--lots of big life changes, uncertainty, pet death, health issues--so it's no wonder it propelled me into burnout, but it just goes to show that even the slowest and steadiest pace is not sustainable forever. I've been doing one page a week following this general process for over a decade! And I stuck to that pace because I knew it was one I could maintain. But even so, by the end of this arc I found myself working more and more slowly, not really looking forward to the work, feeling anxious about being behind, unhappy with the finished work, and extremely annoyed with myself for not being able to give it my all right there at the finish line.

I did stop for a while after the epilogue and took a more or less complete break from drawing for about a month--the longest I have EVER gone without drawing, much less working on White Noise--which did help, but these days my ability to work is...inconsistent. I should probably take another total break, but I'm reluctant. What if my passion never comes back? What if people forget about WN? It's already pretty obscure, and with the general social media collapse, it's harder than ever to get people to read my work. Now that I've left Hiveworks, WN doesn't even get the benefit of being linked to other comics (although objectively very, very few readers actually got referred to my comic that way.) And frankly, I'm also just too proud to go too long without comic updates. I've always told myself, I might not be the best artist or the fastest worker or make a popular comic, but I'm consistent. Difficult to let that go.

This is all to say that webcomics are hard. We do them because we love them, we have stories to tell, we are seized with the human compulsion to create. We spend hours of our time, almost always on top of the paying work that allows us to eat, to make something that we then give away for free. It has consequences on us that the reader doesn't often see, no matter how careful we are about it. If you ask me, webcomics deserve to be valued more.

Happy Webcomic Day! Read webcomics!

[your-queer-dad]

I've had a few discussions with my father about transgenderism as a concept and no matter how much I try to point out that different parts of his argument don't really back each other up well he just says something like "you're comparing apples to oranges" and it's really frustrating. He's so closed-minded and I don't know how to help him understand any differing viewpoint without flat out telling him he's a horrible father and person.

My mother knows I have trans friends, and if she's paying attention she might wonder if I'm not cis either, but her indifference is no better than father's hostility. She's always silently implied her support for whatever he said even if she actually disagreed with parts or all of it.

I'm also autistic though so I use that as an excuse for complaints about my body. "I don't like the way my body feels because it's a sensory thing" is a very effective substitute for "I don't like the way I look because it doesn't feel like me" but I hate hiding behind these lies.

Since I started seeing myself as a girl I've actually enjoyed thinking about myself. I look forward to a future where I can see myself in the mirror. I never thought about dying before but now the concept scares me. I want to keep living so I can finally see myself happy. Maybe I can even learn to smile.

But living with my parents is suffocating me. I can't be myself except online and my online time is very limited. I became a legal adult recently so I know I'm closer than I've ever been but I'm still so far away. I have to get a driver's license that has the wrong gender on it. I have to keep being a fake person until I finally find a safe environment. I have to make enough money to survive.

Sorry this is so long, normally I write most of this in a journal but that's been getting harder to do recently. I should be venting to my friends, the people who care about me. I should let them be concerned about me but I'm not used to letting myself take up space. It's hard being a traumatized autistic trans girl but it also makes up most of my favorite things about myself.

Maybe I'm just opening up more because this is anonymous. So it doesn't feel like I'm taking up space because it can't be traced back to anything that actually resembles me. But I'm going to sign this anyway so I don't know if it really makes a difference.

~D1

Hey kiddo, I know things are really hard right now and the situation with your parents sounds really really hard to deal with- but I promise you things will get better. You're almost there and you have so much to keep going for. 🫂🫂

- dad x

[utilitycaster]

🔥 each member of vox machina

Vax: really the sadboy narrative for Liam has always been stupid but it's egregiously bad that it started with Vax, who is like, sad for maybe a fifth of the episodes and largely because Liam O'Brien's actual mother was dying, like, with all due respect what the actual fuck, fandom.

Vex: I am the founding and probably only member of the "Vex is my favorite character and also I am 100% cool with Colville's depiction of her." The generosity she shows even very early on in C1 is still a generosity borne of some degree of security - they have a keep by then - and I also just don't think you have to like a character to write them fairly. Granted it's been a minute since I read early VMO but nothing stood out to me as out of line with my understanding of Vex.

Pike: repeating myself once again but I like Pike a lot and wish we could have seen more, but because we didn't, people who say she's their favorite in C1 do tend to turn me off in that I feel they're looking for a relatively flat and widely praised character to project onto rather than a character who goes through more messy development.

Grog: I think he's often underestimated and I was guilty of doing so myself, to be honest, until I saw Travis play more and until I personally got better at D&D. Also I still maintain that playing INT 6 sensitively and well is infinitely harder than playing INT 16, all things considered, and this is yet another reason why people should play high INT more often.

Scanlan: Also underestimated; I do understand being turned off by the whole extremely horny playboy thing but as I've said before Bard's Lament is a major litmus test for me: if you think Scanlan is completely at fault here, you are wrong, and if you think he's not partially at fault, you are also wrong.

Tary: I genuinely love him and think he's a great character and one of Sam's best, but while his character arc is strong the Taryon Darrington Arc of the VM Campaign, through no fault of his own (and partly bc I personally think D&D Hell, especially pre-Descent Into Avernus publication, is kind of boring), is one of the weakest parts of the campaign because it's kind of a grab bag of loose ends. With that said I would happily watch more Darrington Brigade-one shots.

Percy: Percy is also generally a litmus test in that it's like. Is he a good person? Eventually I believe he becomes one, and even before that I think he's very sympathetic and deeply traumatized and like, 24, so I get it, but also, who the fuck cares. This ties into the Essek and the Ashton opinions and all kinds of other stuff but why are people so invested in fucking absolving their blorbo of all sins? I want someone who's lived enough of a life to have done some heinous shit because that's fun and interesting and it's pretend and also because then they can have a rewarding character arc by either working towards redemption or coming to terms with who they are or spiraling into tragedy.

Keyleth: I like Keyleth a lot but I am, as this post indicates, far more sympathetic to Vex, and so while I do think Keyleth is a fairly good person she is also extremely sheltered and naive and terrified of doing the wrong thing and I would have, like Vex, wanted to scream at her half the time were I just a random NPC wandering about the campaign. On the other hand C3-era Keyleth? fantastic no notes she has grown up in such an interesting way.

Tiberius: I think we, and by we I mean people capable of separating the art from the artist, can recognize that his concept actually fucking slapped and unfortunately he was played by someone who absolutely sucked in a myriad of ways. I would love to see the alternate universe in which the same general concept (prodigy sorcerer from Draconia who is full of themself) had to face not just the destruction of their civilization but the realization that they were taking advantage of the Ravenites and while they did not deserve to be killed by Vorugal, had done nothing to justify aid from those they had subjugated either. Like, the alternate world in which one of the current cast members or like, a close friend of the main cast (Ashly, Erika, Mary Elizabeth) played this is one I'd love to see.

[rottenmemes]

the front bottoms—various lyrics sentence starters.

some lines adjusted to fit; feel free to change pronouns, proper nouns, etc. as needed

am i getting into heaven? there’s no fucking way.

i would sleep better on your floor than i ever would in my bed.

learn to accept that the things we have now are the best we've had yet.

your friends are here and they miss you, but they’ll eventually move on.

i will always think about you, ‘cause you remind me of who i am.

i’ve tried and i gave everything i had, but i just gave up.

what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now.

it's okay to give up, 'cause nobody here could care less.

time is running out and i need to choose, the clock is moving faster than it used to.

they say face your fears, but i can't stop running.

i'm scared i'm gonna die as lonely as i feel.

it's okay if you're unhappy—just take a look around. there's no one here that's happy either.

the only thing that'd shut me up now is your hands around my throat.

if i tell you all my secrets, would you tell me all your lies?

i have stitched a mask of confidence and i wear it like a glove.

no one's going to listen ‘til you mean every word you say, so if you can't find the feeling, you better learn to lie—and if you know we're gonna fail, then there's little point to try.

i can't get what i need, and you're all i need.

there are certain things you ask of me, but there are certain things i lack.

you say i'm changing—sorry, i didn't know i had to stay the same.

i think you're changing, but don't worry—you don't have to stay the same.

i shouldn't feel like i have to protect you.

at my funeral, don't lie. tell them i didn’t want to die.

i understand that everybody's got their problems, but you seem to have a little more than anybody.

there are things i think we'll come to regret, and the majority of them are dealing with me.

i used to love the taste, i'd do anything for it—now i'd do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.

what about your friends? don't you love them enough to stay?

it probably won't get easier, just easier to hide—prepare for an aching the rest of your life.

i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help—and maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself.

i believe that, yeah, maybe no one's perfect—but i believe that you're pushing your luck.

there's no doubt in my mind that if you could, then you would try to crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through.

i've been around long enough now to know that the good things never last.

how low is your self esteem? how low could it possibly be?

i know you're in love with me, and i've been ignoring you.

i’m alone only half of the time, and the other half, i’m only hiding.

i got miles to go 'til i ever get home, but the sound of your laugh and your voice on the phone makes me feel like i’m already there.

hey man, i love you, but no fucking way.

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.

the good thing about this cast is i can still hold a knife, so if you ever twist my arm again, i'll be sure to put up a fight.

the past few months were pretty rough; a couple times i wished we both were dead.

just try to appreciate what you got while you got it, so if it ever goes away, you can say you enjoyed it while it lasted.

i don't regret it—how could i? you were the best i ever had.

i wish i could pretend to be all of the things you think you see in me.

i don’t care if you’re not sorry; i forgive you.

the farther you go from where you start, the harder it is to get back.

just because something burns bright doesn't mean it's gonna burn forever.

don't feel bad for me, because i won't feel bad for you.

when i wake up, i think of you.

it doesn't get worse, and it doesn't get better; you just get old—it lasts forever.

no one saw me the way you did, and no one's seen me that way since.

i know that no news is good news, but that’s always felt backwards.

i’m bound by love, born to obey.

you are the truth i choose to bend myself around.

a long time ago i promised that if you were happy, then i was happy.

don't take it easy on the animal—i am the animal.

sometimes things work out perfectly when there's nothing to lose.

i don't know where i am, but i've been here before.

i'm sorry for your loss, there's not much i can do.

i could see myself dying for you.

we're both trying, you gotta give us that.

why don't you put your boxing gloves on and punch your punching bag, get some of this rage out you have deep inside of you—you’ll feel better, that's the point.

there was resentment built up that was never expressed properly.

you seem to see through whatever it is about me that's trying to be tough.

this is the fear i was born into, it somehow still affects me today.

it may or may not seem like you're leaving me behind, and it may or may not be always on my mind.

i don’t wanna put a curse on myself—i don’t wanna put a curse on you either.

you don't have to try so hard to not see me around.

the more you give, the worse it gets.

i wanna be good to the people that i love—i want them to think of me as someone that they can trust.

i wanna settle down—i want you to settle down with me.

[morlock-holmes]

The Politics of Control

@collapsedsquid mentioned the "Know your enemy" podcast and I've been listening to the JD Vance one and I had this thought.

I've never heard anybody who says things like,

"You know, what the left doesn't understand is that problems here aren't just born from poverty, there's real cultural issues that keep these people from getting ahead..."

Follow that thought up with,

"...And that's why we need way more funding for youth programs at the community center."

No, they always follow it up with "And that's why divorce should be illegal"

I had a conversation with a Lyft driver a little while back, I don't remember exactly what precipitated it, I think a homeless person who was clearly on drugs just stepped randomly out into traffic and a car had to swerve to avoid him.

The driver said something about how people like that just don't want to get clean.

And I pointed out a news story I read about how it was really hard to get into drug treatment programs, and some of them would turn away 50 percent of the people who lined up for treatment if you get in.

And he said something like, "Well, they should keep going every day until they get in."

I don't like to get into political debates with Lyft drivers, but what I thought to myself was,

"If he had enough self-discipline to do that, he'd also have the self-discipline to stay out of traffic in the first place and neither of us would care if he was an addict."

The cultural pathology framework seems to me like a way to free yourself of the burden of compassion. If what happened to these people is their own fault, why should I sympathize?

Instead, my job as avatar of the good culture is to use force to stop debased cultures from harming me, and force them to take on good cultural practices until they get better.

The hosts of the podcast get to this in a different way, but that's what kind of links the right-wing hatred, and in fact conflation of welfare queens and the elite. They are understood to be two expressions of a pathological culture.

Pathological cultures primarily need to be *controlled*. I mean that really literally, for a ton of right-wingers the most important response to pathological cultures is to ensure that the healthy culture can veto any choices made by members of the pathological cultures.

For me, this is often pointless. I think there's a lot of really obnoxious addicts who could get clean if they could just walk into a treatment facility when they realized they needed help. Maybe the fact that they give up when they're turned away demonstrates poor character but I don't care about their poor character, I care about dirty needles lying around and people walking randomly into traffic, and I'd rather try a hand-up then grouse about how they should try harder.

I really think that the issue is that certain problems make people feel out of control, and they deal with that by demanding the ability to control someone else. Nothing makes you feel more in control than being able to do whatever you want to someone else.

[doing-something-unholy]

hiii Father, why dont you set a good example of repentance for lent and tell us a kink you're ashamed of?

Oh-h, Lord... I, uh- well. Um. Let me say first, I've always held myself to harsher double standards than other people- I mean, I know what I'm supposed to preach but it always seemed to me what consenting adults do in their own time is none of my business-- This is a very long way to say... just because I'm ashamed of it doesn't mean anyone else should be.

But, well... I-I have complicated feelings on the subject. I almost like the idea of being teased with the shame of it more than the kink itself-- I'm stalling.

I have fantasies where... where I-I'm the victim of sexual assault.

I don't want that to happen for real, obviously, I'm not really even sure if I want it as roleplay, but... I fantasize about it a lot. I think I've been taught to have so much guilt and repress any sexual desire that this is the compromise my subconscious came up with, I don't need to feel guilty about sex I didn't ask for.

But you asked because you want details, dont you?

(heavy cnc tw)

I often fantasize about being held down, my arms behind my back. Someone is behind and on top of me, their weight keeping me from getting away and making my struggles useless.

I can't get away from their wandering hands, and my protests and whimpers get shushed. They don't care if I don't want it, they're going to take what they want from me and they're even going to make sure it feels good. They reach under my cassock and into my pants to hear all the guilty moans and little whiney 'no's they can pull from me.

Then their hand slips behind me and I realize what they're going to do to me, so I start struggling again, begging them not to sodomise me and getting cut off by being shoved down onto the bed a little harder. Their fingers tease my entrance but my cries are muffled by the blankets and they can't have that so their free hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back so they can hear the shameful pleasure in my voice when they push inside and start to stretch me open.

I want to hear them whispering in my ear the whole time, too. Telling me to relax, to give in, how I'm being "such a good boy, Father, stop struggling you pretty thing, I know you can't admit you want it just let me make you feel good, doesn't being violated feel good, Father? I knew you were a slut. Such a dirty priest, so desperate to get fucked, you're not even fighting me anymore you naughty whore, you ready for my cock, Father? No? Too bad--" and then they're sinking in inch by inch and it's too much but I have no choice but to take it.

Maybe they try to be gentle but it doesn't last, slamming their hips into me to claim me as theirs. And by that time I can't pretend it doesn't feel good, whining and moaning under them, maybe not even trying to get away anymore, maybe too exhausted to fight back.

And eventually when they get close they're gonna force me to cum with them, they wanna feel me spasm around them, I want to be forced to cum from being violated. And then they're cumming inside me and its over, all the fight goes out of me cause they won, they got to claim me and take my innocence and make me into a dirty slutty priest. The church isn't gonna want me back now, they coo at me so sweetly, so I'm all theirs now.

And I would love every second of it.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Sad song's.

Pairing: Yuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Hiromi,Kusakabe

A/n: Spoilers

I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense

Building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinking I'd be strong there

But I was a fool

Playing by the rules

•

But tell me, does she kiss

Like I used to kiss you?

Does it feel the same

When she calls your name?

Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say?

Rules must be obeyed

↳Kusakabe

《

《

I'd take another chance, take a fall

Take a shot for you

And I need you like a heart needs a beat

But it's nothing new, yeah yeah

I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue

And you say sorry like the angel

Heaven let me think it was you

But I'm afraid

It's too late to apologize, it's too late

I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa

↳Geto.

《

《

I miss you

Miss you so bad

I don't forget you

Oh, it's so sad

I hope you can hear me

I remember it clearly

The day you slipped away

Was the day I found it won't be the same, oh-oh

I didn't get around to kiss you

Goodbye on the hand

I wish that I could see you again

I know that I can't

↳Nanami

《

《

Until I hit the city limits, 'til I hit the state line

'Til I reach a coast, or a ghost town a thousand miles out

Keep this needle hittin' 90

'Til your memory can't find me anyhow

Keep the pedal down

'Til I see some taillights that don't make me think of you

'Til I'm pulled over on the shoulder by some flashin' blue lights

'Til this heart forgets to break

I don't care if it takes me all night

I'm gonna drive you outta my mind

↳Hiromi

《

《

I miss those blue eyes

How you kissed me at night

I miss the way we sleep

Like there's no sunrise

Like the taste of your smile

I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

And now I miss everything about you

I can't believe that I still want you

After all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you, whoa

I see your blue eyes

Every time I close mine

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to when I'm not around you

It's like I'm not with me

↳Gojo

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I need a do-over, how did we end up this way?

I'm so confused, lover, did I mistake love and pain?

Ain't got no shine left, I couldn't hide it

I almost lost all my light, and

I didn't choose sober, but my eyes can't look away

I see our true colors, lately, we've been lookin' gray

I can't turn back now, 'cause you'd take me back down

That road that always seems to come right back around

Remember when

We had dreams to fly away?

But that was then

And now our story's just a page

Like a wave, you're always crashin' into me, crashin' into me

And these days are harder than they used to be, and they used to be

No shootin' stars can fix what we aren't, and

What good's a lighthouse when the light is burnin' out?

↳Megumi

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I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control

But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain

To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain

From my eyes

Tonight I want to cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on

"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone

Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters

It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better

But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

↳Toji

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But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

Oh yeah

Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud

Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt

Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling, hey, oh

But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace

And in this world of loneliness, I see your face

Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy

Maybe, maybe

↳Sukuna.

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They took you away on a table

I pace back and forth as you lay still

They pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

I don't wanna let go

I know I'm not that strong

I just wanna hear you

Saying, "Baby, let's go home"

Let's go home

Yeah, I just wanna take you home

↳Choso

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This is the place where I sit

This is the part where I love you too much

This is as hard as it gets

'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough

I'm here if you want me

I'm yours, you can hold me

I'm empty and achin'

And tumblin' and breakin'

'Cause you don't see me

And you don't need me

And you don't love me

The way I wish you would

The way I know you could

I dream a world where you understand

That I dream a million sleepless nights

Well I dream a fire when you're touching my hand

But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights

I'm speechless and faded,It's too complicated

Is this how the book ends,Nothing but good friends?

↳Yuji

[divorcedwife]

hi! i love your art SO MUCH and i check your blog like the morning newspaper to see if you’ve uploaded anything new (you always have and I LOVE IT!!! thank u for keeping us fed) anyway i was just wondering if you had any advice for actively creating so much? i used to draw all of the time but i find it so hard lately to make even one tiny thing, especially something that i like…..but when i look at your work and how much you create i am always so inspired! i hope this makes sense eeeek anyway have an amazing day and thank you for sharing your incredible work with us!!!!

thank youuuu thank you so much!!! ;___;

i totally get that, and it used to be my number one problem, creating at all. i remember being in art school surrounded by people who were always drawing, and me, i just couldn't, and i couldn't explain what made drawing so difficult for me

and i think what blocked me is that i was paralyzed by indecision - too afraid to waste my time making "bad art" to do anything, or the wrong type of art, art that' won't look good in my portfolio, art that's too silly and specific to me. so in the end i made nothing

what's really been helping me lately is that i have dramatically lowered my standards for myself. i sketch every idea i have, even if it's just putting down three lines, even if it's self-indulgent and silly. anything that excites me and makes me want to draw, i follow that excitement as far as it will take me. maybe that's a fully completely illustration, maybe just a sketch, or maybe somewhere in between

if the goal is to have fun and not making a masterpiece, i feel less pressure and i end up drawing more. and drawing more leads to drawing better! if you make 10 sketches and really pressure yourself to make them great, that's torture. if you draw 1000 sketches, some of them will turn out amazing

when i have ideas i sketch, and when im low on ideas, i have all these already made sketches to revisit, and as i draw i find new ideas! this avoids me having to face a blank canvas and desperately scratch around my brain for ideas. creativity does not like being scrutinized like a bug, it vanishes under pressure in my experience

i find that creativity can be a negative or a virtuous circle. not drawing leads to less ideas and more pressure to deliver something good which will keep someone not drawing. but if you find something that gets you excited enough to draw again and keep going, then you will get more ideas along the way. follow them! draw the same character 1000 times in a row. i tend to focus on mostly one of my characters at a time - i draw her, i think about her, so i want to draw her more, and so on. that's fine

if there's any part of drawing that you like more than others, maybe try leaning on that more, and remember you don't need to do anything you don't want to do. if doing lineart sucks, don't do that. if coloring makes you want to stop drawing, use black and white

but also, where i've also been very lucky is having people like you around! :-) having people respond and connect to my art with such enthusiasm and such kindness, it's incredible

genuinely i owe more to people online who like my art than anyone does to me for making it. i would probably still make art if i had no one to show it too (which is what i did in middle school lol), but it's very lonely. it's harder to create something if it feels like no one will care. and i've been there, i spent years on deviantart having zero followers and attention. so i think every artist needs supportive friends they can show their art to for encouragement

some people feel shame that they don't do art just for its sake, that they want followers and likes and all, so i just want to say it's normal to want that :-) like i do make my art for an audience, if it was just for myself, i'd look at it in my head

i hope any of that helps!! in conclusion, i think any kind of art is worth making. and it should be fun. i also hope this makes any sense - i have to go to work soon but i wanted to reply before that. and thank you again for your kind words!!!!! <33333333

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I feel the same way about not being that interested in what’s up with Jimin

Hot take I guess but pjms are giving him more than Jimin gives us.

They do a lot of unpaid labour to get next to nothing in return

This is at least what I feel and it’s even worse because I know he is enlisting sometime soon and instead of feeding his fans he barely does anything

I sometimes don’t check social media for weeks just to come back to NOTHING new but fights

Many pjms like to act like we have to support him no matter what which is crazy to me cause I am doing it as a hobby

If my hobby is not hobbying I have no passion to force myself to stay in this hellhole

He ain’t Beyonce who can drop off the face of the Earth for years and comeback after years like nothing happened

He is a kpop idol. Music is not and will never be the only reason people care about him. Everyday I see pjms say I miss him, I wonder what he is doing etc

Dropping music is simply not enough

I really hope you don’t take this as hate. I could never hate him, he is dear to me but I feel this way and I read some other people feeling this way and I wanted to vent

Well... dropping music SHOULD be enough. He really shouldn't be obliged to "feed" the fans, that's just frankly a messed up system that we got used to and now it's sad for everyone to see it changing.

That's the problem, the problem is that we weren't trained to be here only for music. We knew to expect all the extra content that came with it, and even for comebacks it was a matter of waiting for the extra content more eagerly than we waited for the music. A lot of BTS comebacks were more about the lives, the music shows, etc, more than it was about the music itself. Especially the last three years.

No, he didn't use to be like western musicians who just release music quietly and don't show their face at all in the meantime. There was always a lot of extra content to keep that sense of familiarity that it's really not there anymore. I said the other day, Harry doesn't talk to his fans outside of the concert venue. I think Jimin definitely can be like that, but it's going to be harder than it should be for all of his current fans to accept that he's like that because it's not what we're used to and change is always uncomfortable.

I've been talking about change pretty much since I started using this blog, and I've been sort of metaphorically (but also quite literally) going through a never ending cycle or mourning and un-learning everything I'd learned from 2017 - 2020.

So I get it that you feel cheated maybe, frustrated, anguished. I get it, because I have days of feeling the same way. But the bottom line is that music should be enough.

[gaycapfan19]

My name is Bob, and I am almost certainly a VERY Gay man. My only lingering doubts on this are related to my gender identity, NOT my sexual orientation, and these thoughts stem from the main reason that I managed to delude myself into thinking that I was Bisexual for most of my adult life (I know that some men truly are Bi, it just took me FAR too long to realize that I am not one of those men). I have never enjoyed heterosexual intercourse. Only once in my life have I ever been able to climax that way, and only because I imagined that the woman I was fucking (a bitch who insisted on having sex with me with the lights out) was cheating on an imaginary boyfriend who (in my mind) caught us in the act and, instead of stopping us, told me to keep fucking his woman while he fucked my ass to keep me hard enough to finish inside her (THANKFULLY I had a condom on). It has always bothered me that I could not truly enjoy vaginal intercourse because I have, on multiple occasions, genuinely enjoyed eating pussy. Not because of the taste (I have NEVER liked that), but because I like giving people orgasms. Also because I did my research and I knew what I was doing with the few vaginas that I've gone down on, and I genuinely hoped that my mouth and tongue would never fail to give at least one orgasm to every woman I ever went down on when I was younger (Pussy Free since April 2008!!!).

It is a genuine crime against Humanity (committed by Nature itself) that Evolution made it so the female orgasm is never guaranteed, and I HATE such unfairness (biological or otherwise). On an unconscious level, I believe that this desire to see women ALWAYS get the orgasms that they deserve is what drew me to lesbian porn (which has ALWAYS made me cum MUCH harder than straight porn ever has, and straight porn only really works when I watch clips of videos that either feature blowjobs by women who genuinely enjoy sucking dick or anal sex featuring women who truly LOVE taking it in the ass, and even then these videos only work if I imagine myself as the woman). I know for a fact that I don't want to fuck a pussy ever again, because my little Gay dick is just shy of six inches and it will NEVER be up to the task of giving women the orgasms that they deserve, even if I actually did want to feel a vagina wrapped around my little Gay dick again (which I DON'T). But a part of me will still ALWAYS want to forget my homosexuality and ignore the bad taste of vaginas so I can give women the oral orgasms that they deserve, that FAR too few straight men are willing to put in the work to give to their women properly. If I'm being honest, willingly being able to give to women what too few straight ever care to is probably the only reason I truly enjoyed eating pussy at all. It was work, (something that no sex act should ever feel like), but it still felt oddly fulfilling... until I was expected to fuck the women I went down on and then could never "deliver" for either of us during that "main event." Sigh...

Lesbian porn helps me to rationalize my desire to give women orgasms that will never "agree" with my homosexuality. By imagining myself as a woman pleasing other women, the idea of eating pussy suddenly becomes Gay, and Gay sex stuff is something that I can quite easily get behind. This has also led me to wonder about my gender identity. If imagining myself as a woman pleasing other women gets me off as hard as it does, then maybe I am actually a Transgender woman and not a Gay man. I'm also incredibly turned on by the idea of crossdressing before having Gay male sex, so maybe, if I AM a Trans woman, I wouldn't even be Gay at all. Maybe I was right to call myself Bi all along and I just got my gender identity wrong this whole time. Who honestly knows? I'm keeping my options open on that, but until I know for sure, and as long as my body remains distinctly male, I am 100 percent Gay until I am proven to be Trans. My mouth may not hate pussy as much as one would expect a Gay man's mouth to do so, but my penis certainly does. So, we'll see how things turn out...

[the-desert-beast]

Thinking about Llacheu. Thinking about mentally unwell/unstable characters who are a burden. Who are difficult to handle. Who do lash out, who can't control their impulses all the time, who are volatile. Who are self-aware, who hate themselves for what they cannot control, who hate that their family are tired of dealing with them but won't ever give up on them for better or for worse. Against all odds they still love you, they still help you, you get in fights, you yell at eachother but you still have a seat at the dinner table that night. You still have a bed you can count on. And you hate that. Because you don't feel like you deserve it after everything. Why are they still so fucking nice to you. After the way you've acted? Knowing you'll act that way again next week. It's a comfortable nightmare because you want nothing more than to move on, to grow, to become better, but there's this nagging in your mind that maybe there is no fixing you. This ever-present feeling that you're not even broken. You were made like this.

Llacheu tries and tries to be a better person- they do make progress- but that volatility and that impulsive anger never leave. It becomes less violent, in all ways, but it's always there. They hate themself for it a lot of the time. But usually, they follow in Maelgwyn's footsteps; They simply don't think about their feelings too often.

It's even harder when your eldest brother overcame his problems and the other two don't even have "real problems." That's of course inaccurate, but how could Llacheu feel any different, stuck in the middle like this? A burden; how do you know they're taking care of you because they love you of their own free will when perhaps, they're doing only what family should do. Would they care this much if it weren't for your blood. Would they care for you like this time and time again, knowing you won't ever be "good enough" like your brother was. he gets to move on and find a way out. He gets to heal and become someone better. Someone who can bear their heart without fear. Your sister is too stupid to see how naive her behavior is- so llacheu thnks. Why bear your heart like that when so many would crush it in front of you? she must be lying about her ability to pick herself back up so easily- how could that ever be their reality when you feel like youre being killed and turned inside out over and over again after every mistake?

Llacheu tries. their tree and their siblings, tell him that's all they need to do; try. But surely that will run out one day, how can I fix myself before it's too late? What if I can't? what then.

Their relationship with Morven doesn't exactly help them either. It's adores me for how easily I can be set off. It likes that I am this way- what happens to the only "close" relationship I've been able to have so far when I am "fixed." Will it leave me, or does our bond go deep enough that it likes me no matter how I act.

Your sister and your brothers will clap you on the shoulder and say there's nothing to worry about but thats because two of them have never dealt with what you're going through and the other found a way out somehow.

[lakesbian]

There is this conversation Aisha has with Sophia in 29.5 that I'm kinda obsessed with since a lot of it is about Alec and was curious if you also had thoughts. This bit especially I like:

"Not a guy that’s in touch with his emotions. Way I always saw it, they’re there, he’s just oblivious to it all. Had to be. So it’s only after he’s through with you that he realizes maybe he was a little hard on you, maybe he twisted the knife harder than he usually would, because it bugged him. There you are with a family, and he can feel your emotions, and he totally knows you don’t even realize it in the slightest. He’s blind to his own emotions and you’re blind to the emotions of others"

oh you bet i have thoughts. i sure do have Thoughts.

i did mention this convo in the recent 2.4k word post breaking down The Alec Trauma & why we should all be soooo nicey to him but BOY is there more i could say about it beyond that. this scene serves to recontextualize much of alec's character, so it's most useful for analysis in how it can be applied to reinterpretations of his prior actions. specifically the shit he does in his interlude, so i've been holding back the vague tidal wave sloshing around in my brain abt it until i get to my inevitable longass post analyzing said interlude.

the thing abt alec's interlude is that you do not actually have to hear this from aisha to pick up on the fact that he's being a very unreliable narrator about himself within it. he's rlly like. Yeah no I totally don't care. I'm calm. I'm chill. I'm normal and unaffected. I'm not feeling anything about anything. I'm good. [said while getting ridiculous amounts of revenge on someone who abused taylor while remembering his dad abusing him the whole time]

gonna uh. cut myself off there before i blink and this is 1k words long. but the gist of the 29.5 convo is that it outright confirms what's already kinda obvious: alec isn't half as detached as he thinks he is! he can and does feel upset, angry, happy, jealous, etc, but he's been repressing any & all emotional expression for so long that he doesn't notice what he's feeling & only barely outwardly indicates it via his actions. and that's because he had to be oblivious, like imp says--if he had felt the full brunt of the emotions heartbreaker's abuse elicited in him, or if he had shown any of those emotions outwardly, he wouldn't have survived. he was only really just starting to gain a little bit more self-awareness right around the time he died, and that slight bit of emotional literacy was what motivated him to take the action that killed him.

really deeply sad character honestly. jealous and upset that someone else gets to have a family who loves them and doesn't notice or appreciate it, and he doesn't even realize he's jealous and upset. always taking actions w/o ever understanding what emotions of his are motivating them. and the one time he learns enough to realize that he does care about something, that he does care about the only real connection he's ever had, he cares about it so deeply that he decides to die for it. Man.

[exoticalmonde]

Stultifaring The Navis (Formally)

I had at least 5 of the medals since the last time, which makes it all both easier and harder, because last episode in the ship of seaborn - I did not have Lappland. So you can guess I had no way to auto run anything in EX.

Anyways, I've armed myself up so well I only had to sit and laugh at this pathetic little creature

and whatever lies this is trying to insist on

Anyways, since I got lots of money from the purple tickets and the overall shop, I managed to get W's new skin and I am REELING at her quotes. I have grown to l-.... like... her. Kind of. In the way that Ines would like her I guess, and I like Ines in the ways that W would like her. It's tolerable. I don't WANT to hate them, I do not in fact hate them. I just don't know them well enough to care but I would absolutely give my husband a chance and bond with the women in his life because if he trusted their character and ended up picking me, then who am I to ever argue?

So I've been going wild with his

[Transcribed: Hoederer, what's wrong? Oh, the book you wanted me to check out? How should I know? What's that pile of ash in the fire? Hm... Oh! I "mistook" the book for tinder a little while ago. Eh, it's fine. We're cooking dinner with knowledge tonight. It's gonna taste fantastic, don'tcha think?]

I AM SO MAD ABOUT THE BOOK IF THERE IS ONE THING I AM A MATERIALIST FOR ITS BOOKS AND W IS *Shaking her* WOMAN

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[Transcribed: Check this potato, Ines got a head like so-Hmm... now that I think of it, you could probably squeeze a bomb into a potato. Maybe a good trick to play on some miserable dumbass. Hey, Hoederer, you want a potato?]

Dying.

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['Transcribed: Hey, Hoederer, I've been thinking. If the two of us went at that nasty Kal'tsit, how do you figure our chances taking her out? I mean, you guys are always planning for all contengencies, so we gotta have a plan for that one too, right? Hah, now that's a funny look on your face.]

I LOVE THAT HIS FACE IS SO EASY TO READ HE IS SO TRANSPARENT AROUND PEOPLE HE TRUSTS I AM GOING TO MELT I LOVE HOEDERER SO MUCH

[Transcribed: My name... My name... Hey hoederer, you're always reading books, so why don't you come up with a name for me? Theresa said I should come up with a new one... Wait a second, what's with all those books? Pick a name myself? Go to hell!]

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[Transcribed: Theresa called me over and told everyone what an amazing fighter I am, but she didn't look happy at all. How can I make her happy...? What if I invited her over and cooked her a nice dinner?]

She is so gay for Theresa... Good for her, good fo- *remembers Theresa is meant to be dead and now that she is not dead she is on the enemy's side and we are both devastated* Ah.

[Transcribed: How many pieces of candy am I worth now? I actually like that method of valuing people. You sure we shouldn't go with that?]

I will never give up on the idea that you just... cost candies. This really is such a Laterano situation instead of a Sarkaz one. And don't get me started on the whole 'they were once the same-' yeah, isn't that terrific?

Today is a special day where we do all the visiting

And the shopping

Picking up my fish husband from the training grounds so we could take him for a little nap since he's been there for a while.

Taking him for a little walk down memory lane.

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Previously: Me, while guiding Dr. Kryo: "Show me the little handies." Pinkie: "I hate that, because it... usually means a handjob." Me, insistently: "Give me visuals of your little handies, Kryo." Kryo: "Oh my." Lundi: "Just take my Lappland." Kryo: "Taking Lundi's Lapipi." Me: "I hate that. Terrible. Suddenly I understand how Pinkie felt."

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That being done, let's finish with what I actually came here for

YOU

It took me forever to get this level. I actually spent less time on the boss stage than trying to figure out how to use 3 roombas to clear the mess those seaborn create and---

The urchins. The squid urchins have always been the answer.

But that didn't stop Ebenhold to complain about all the times I failed.

Ebenholz: "We can hardly call this a win. Are you the one that got a headache and not me?" Me: Slams fists on table Ebenholz: Me: "Graf Urtica… don't challenge me. I can kill you on a whim." Ebenholz: …. Me: …. Ebenholz: ….. Me: "Oh. Yeah. Now I see my true self shining through huh?"

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"First time?"

"We've been here before."

"This Motherland aint big enough for both of us."

"It's three against one."

"Let me introduce you to my little friends."

*I actually let one slip, so we had to edit the team's skills a little bit*

HAHA! You cannot get through

'Brethren, the road is clear! I can see it now! There's land ahead, the taste of hope is upon my tendrils and I can feel that there's nothing to stop us anymore. No enemies in sight, all losses have been atoned for. I shall be the first to lead you to the motherland, I will take you with me and I will never forget the names of the fallen---'

*instantly frozen and evaporated*

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There was nothing funnier this night actually than all the quotable memes where both me and Dr. Lundi are laughing and screaming at the stupid fish in every phase it exists in.

Here is my contribution to the meme everybody's been talking about now that all of arknights have a Lappland, a Jay or *checks notes* Ho'olheyak or however you spell the name.

[dream-meister-translations]

WALTER - VOICE COLLECTION

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"You're in good hands, give me a shout if you need anything."

"Poisonous plants can become a delicacy if detoxified in the right way. Here have a taste."

"If there's a plant you don't know about, ask me."

"Be careful in the woods. This is where poisonous plants grow. Recklessness can be fatal."

"This poisonous plant recovers fatigue. It's also tasty."

"I need to strengthen my resistance to other things, not just poison."

"It's okay to touch it. It's only poisonous if you eat it."

"Looks like my research is coming along nicely."

"I appreciate your openness to learning about poisonous plants. A lot of people don't like them."

"It's usually me listening to other people's stories, but if you don't mind, could you listen to mine?"

"Will you tend to the poisonous plants with me today? I've been enjoying our quality time together a lot lately."

"Hm? This poisonous plant is beautiful? Yes, it is. But, I think your smile is even more beautiful."

"I want the whole world to appreciate the beauty of poisonous plants, can I ask for your help in spreading the word?"

"When you taste this special poisonous herb dish, you will be shocked by how delicious it is."

"Sometimes I get these strange urges to touch and caress you…Maybe the poison is effecting me after all."

"Don't worry. You can sleep a little longer. Surrounded by all these beautiful flowers, you look like Sleeping Beauty."

"….Then shall we go? ….Sorry, just trying to think of something to say."

"I guess we should get home. By the way, did you have a good time? Phew. I'm relieved."

"Yes. I'm listening to you. Are you blind? Don't I look like I'm listening?

"I'm sorry, I was looking at the grass…It's pretty tasty, you know?"

"If you need anything, anything at all, I'm happy to help."

"Sometimes pointless exchanges like this can be pretty fun."

"These mushrooms are delicious. Sure, they numb the tongue a little, but it's not too bad."

"There are lots of delicious poisonous plants growing out in the wild."

"Lately I've really loved eating the vegetables that grow in the castle garden. The roots are poisonous, but the flavor is incomparable."

"The other day, I made you some food. You said it was delicious. Did it not bug you at all that it was made from a poisonous plant?"

"Oh, you didn't know there were poisonous plants in it? Oscar asked me to make it for him, so I wanted your opinion on it."

"If it was good, then it was a success. Next time, I'll remember to tell you what is in the meal before you eat it."

"The definition of a herbalist is wide, but for me it's all about making poison useful in gastronomy."

"I know you like to help me, but be careful when dealing with poisonous plants, okay?"

"I'm naturally resistant to the poison, but if you get hurt, I'll never forgive myself."

"I'm glad you're not afraid of me or my plants."

"The stems with weak neurotoxins are fine, but please don't touch the roots."

"Rather than trying to explain, why don't you have a taste?"

"Did you bring any luggage? If you have anything heavy you need help carrying, I got you."

"Ooh! Look over there! I've never seen that type of plant, do you mind if I stop and gather some?"

"You look tired…I hope I'm not putting too much pressure on you…You should really take it easy."

"It's been a long time since I last took a leisurely walk with someone…It's pretty nice."

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to reply. What's up?"

"Do you like hitting me? You can slap me even harder if you want."

"Your hands are so warm…"

"Did you know, there is a mushroom that can make you laugh when you eat it? I had one once…"

"When you laugh you look a bit more youthful. At work you look always look so dignified. I think both look good."

"You want to see me smile? ……I'll try. How does this look?"

"I'm sorry I'm not a very sociable guy. I try to be, but I'm just not good at it."

"Huh…You laugh a lot when you're around me. I laugh too? I guess it's cause I'm hanging with you."

"Hm. This tea is good, but I prefer teas made from poisonous herbs. I'd like to serve it to you sometime."

"It's delicious. The tea leaves are of high quality and it is brewed perfectly."

"You know, poison can also be used as medicine… I wish I could make a tea with poisonous herbs that could heal someone."

"….You tend to talk a lot."

"You're so cute, I just want to pat your head."

"I'd love to tell you a story you'd enjoy…If only I could think of any."

"A cake? It's my birthday? I guess I forgot."

"I know I'm a big man, but even I can't carry all these gifts."

(gift like) "This is awesome. Thank you."

(gift normal) "For me? Thank you. I'll put it to use."

(gift dislike) "……….Sorry. I was just a little taken aback. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"I got you this calming, poisonous herb. I've removed the poison, so you can eat it without worry."

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WALTER : The other day, in the swamps of the valley, I found this poisonous plant that looked delicious. I wonder if it's worth serving at our restaurant. OSCAR : Go collect some right away. When you succeed in removing the poison, I'll have Cuit cook it up.