By the nature of my incarnation, I have forgone inoculation. Owing to this, I have elected to understand the pathogen's pathology because its etiology invades our cosmology, like malware and mold. I write within the framework of poetry as a practice of Psychobiological Emancipatory Theology. Inexplicably, the pathogenesis is manifold. By the veracity of my thesis, may your consciousness be cajoled.
-Negress Of Saturn's Deeds | The Sirian Delegate | Zisa Aziza
i was going to bed when i heard a knock at the door.
wondering who it was i went open it and holy shit.
“sirius..?” there he was,sirius black at my fucking doorstep 12 years later.
he looked at me and i couldn’t stop staring at him, covered in dirt from head to toe, in his eyes there was an emptiness that never had to be there, but apart from that you could still see how gorgeous he was, underneath all of it there still was the most beautiful man i’ve ever laid my eyes on.
he opened his mouth,
“moony.” he only said with watering eyes and my heart was melting and crumbling at the same time at that sight.
i made a step forward, cupped his face and tried to wipe those that now were tears rolling down,off his cheeks.
and then he looked at me, i mean really looked,at me.
like before,before it all happened,before the betrayal, the pain,the grief.
so i smiled because my heart was smiling,because he now was smiling.
a second after he was breaking down crying in my arms but those were tears of joy thankfully.
his face was buried between my neck and shoulder and i heard him saying,
“oh moony my beautiful, beautiful moony.”
and with that my heart was lighter once again, with the only man i ever really wanted in my whole life in my arms again, hopefully forever.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do anything grand for Kirby Air Ride’s 20th anniversary. I had to go get a dental checkup, which included getting stiches removed (quite painful), which took a lot out of me. Kirby Air Ride is a game that means so, so much to me.
It’s why I call myself "BlueKirby", it has been there for most of my life, and I have countless good memories with it. To say it is special to me is a vast understatement.
Every time I play it, I feel like a little kid again, and... really, I can’t put into words how much Kirby Air Ride means to me.
Happy 20th anniversary to the game that, while completely lacking a plot, fundamentally changed me as a person in such a great way, Kirby Air Ride.
While it was not his intention to cross paths with her once more, Sesshomaru did in fact remember her. The woman from the star-watching. For a moment he said nothing, though the hair piece he left behind ( a blue hydrangea decoration ) ‘pon the post as he then continued on his way showed how he felt towards her. Gratitude. For the company underneath the stars.
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The world is something she is familiar with, and any changes were always found. Even the most subtle of notes -- such as the light scent in the air. She's not taken in this scent in some time, not since the great comet... So he wanders, too? Out of her inquisitive nature, she follows it, and comes upon a fence post where a delicate pin rested. It was too obviously placed. Intended to be found, yet the design was of a degree not so simply cast away...
It's inspected afar first as bare soles approach closer. Finding the glimmer of true metal catching the sun's rays and showing off those signature radiant hues. The dainty thing is taken into falsely-dainty palms, spider-like fingers taking hold and care of the material as if it was a thin glass sheet. It's his, she surmises, by the scent coating every part of it.
Violets blink at the finding, and out of wonder. To which she tucks the hair pin into her kimono before taking her steps toward that scent's trail once more. A curious visit wouldn't hurt...