just an fyi, and it feels like it needs to be said here: your blog is your own space and you should be able to say whatever the fuck you want. if you’re sad? vent. get sad. maybe put it under a cut, definitely tag it, but get sad. if you feel like you need someone to talk to? drop a freaking message about how you’re feeling like you could use a buddy, or anything randomly engaging. if you’re having a hard time, you should feel safe and okay to talk about it in your own space. we’re writers and we’re people and while there’s a lot to be said for how engagement outside of oneself is necessary in rp (and really really needs to improve), i think there’s a lot that must be said about people reaching out to others. it’s become so solitary here — the whole ‘reblog from source’ thing when it comes to shit like about and musings is absurd. the whole refusing to like things is ridiculous. yes, curate your space, that’s important, but curating your space into a studio apartment only you live in doesn’t make this a community anymore, it makes it a studio apartment you live in.
just be yourself here. do whatever you want. but i’m always saying: remember you’re not alone, and don’t let yourself feel that way.
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thoughts circulating of an outsider pov fic in my head. the dwarfers get into some domestic drama or one of them does something and tries to keep it a secret lest the wrath of the others befall him but the snack dispencers know, they know and they gossip. the news spread to toasters, elevators, even toilets and some doors are enjoying the drama. and best of all, the people actually involved in the chaos don't even know that the whole ship is in on the latest developments (except of course the living members) but they have noticed that the maschines have started snickering as they walk past. as they said, they don't even realize everything's electrical, they know all and are laughing from the sidelines
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. lyney / / @feliscus asked,
[CUSTOM FIREWORKS] - Art is passion and desire, fleeting as it is eternal. With brilliant dyes, light up the night in a wondrous explosion for just a moment, and create those lasting memories. // idk how we got here but i thought the two of them putting on a fireworks show would be silly HAHA
like ducks lined up neatly in a row, the fireworks are all set up by the time the sun begins to dip below the horizon. gloved hands rub together in anticipation, expression schooled into calm neutrality, until at last with the magician's signature flourish does the arrow appears in a flash of gold and light too oohs and ahhs, tip already aglow with pyro energy. lynette may not be here, but he's an equally charming partner in crime to offer it to with a smile. “why don't we show our wonderful crowd the show we've prepared? care to do the honors?”
where a magician's hands were clasped together, this little sun's excitement had extended throughout the expanse of her body, forcing her into small hops to contain any giggles or noises of excitement before the show had begun. hopping from one foot to another, golden braids swaying from where they were tied back into ponytails, klee had taken lyney's side as eagerly as a student would follow after a teacher. in fact, she'd been so happy at the offer that she... forgot how he even realized her prowess in demolition... that and for some odd reason, klee couldn't remember where they had first convened.
oh well! the specifics hardly mattered when the show was itching to start! oooo, just thinking about lighting the fireworks up and watching them spiral aimlessly into the sky before the combustion within became too much made her head hurt. which was a good thing!
little sun raised her gaze to the delighted eyes of the moon's pupil, her smile managing to brighten despite the sheer excitement she already displayed. "really? really? klee would love to! klee would absolutely love to!" and, to her surprise, they would not be lit by the targeted jumps of a small jumpy dumpty with a match of pyro magic encasing it. no, instead, lyney had made an arrow appear before them, dancing along his fingers as it sparked to life.
so, of course, klee happily accepted the arrow from him and, after being distracted by its glow for a few seconds, let it fly! and fly it had, as did the fireworks the moment they had caught onto the pyro magic condensed into the tip. on instinct, klee shouted in joy, jumping up and down as the crowd erupted into wondered oohs and ahhs!
"look! look! look at them go!" she exclaimed, tugging the weight of the garter holding up lyney's leggings. and, beneath the sky, as it exploded into colors and shapes and dreams, little sun looked back up at the moon, grinning at him as she tilted her head, "are there more to light up? klee wants to see how easily they light up compared to her jumpy dumptys!"
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once i reread the manga i know route m mekatrio is gonna make me lose my mind ok like a timeline where they abandon ayano is SOOOO GHRGRH bc like the mekatrio grew up being discarded by various adults and its implied that even with ayaka and kenjirou they were fearful of being thrown out:
but ayano lacking this experience that her other younger sibling faced bc she was the tateyama's biological daughter while the others werent, so she never felt that her parents would discard her, so to her getting rid of mary was just cruel but logical, but to the mekatrio its just another adult trying to get rid of a troublesome child 😭
and even though they only knew mary for a much shorter time than they ever knew ayano, their understanding of her plight outweighed whatever love they held for ayano 😭😭😭 thats why kano is so cruel to her..... bc to them she was just another person who discarded them bc they were 'monsters'... T____T
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