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blackhallow · 2 years
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Deep in Nobara brainrot rn all I can think is how Gege built her friendship with Saori from her very introduction just to randomly introduce Fumi in ch124 and have Nobara's emotional moment be about a promise we had never heard of to a girl we'd never met. Like my God this is such a weird creative decision? Saori is the ONLY person Nobara had ever mentioned from her past (mind you before ch125 we only knew about her grandma thanks to Word of Gege, Nobara had never mentioned her) then all of a sudden there's a childhood friend she treasured just as much?
Not to mention Fumi's POV in that flashback ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING. At the end of it we're left with way more questions about Nobara's past. What's the reason her grandmother isn't in one of her chairs? Where's the rest of her family? Why does she actually hate the village? We were led to believe it was because the villagers drove Saori away but Fumi's flashback stablished Nobara hated them BEFORE Saori came around so WHY? Why did she think everyone was crazy in that place and immediately latched onto the two outsiders? What could’ve happened that made a SIX YEAR OLD so adamant in hating everyone? And absolutely no insight on her being trained as a sorcerer in the countryside? Even when we know, per Nanako and Mimiko's backstory, how sorcerers can be persecuted by countryside folk because of superstitions? No? Really? None of that? Nothing at all? So we're just going to... introduce this random girl... instead of answering.... I see...
ANYWAYS either Gege completely lost it there or there is a plan that's going to make everything come together and blow my mind. I have my own theories about this and Nobara's comeback and her role in the culling games but that's a post for another day. In short—Gege gimme some info or ELSE
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Jokes aside, i felt rlly bad for the reader in bff yandere bc there was such an overtone of helplessness almost like there was an inner hope to keep fighting but the outer spirit knew it was pointless, idk maybe just my intuition picked up on a vibe and im not saying u projected onto the reader but if you did and that is how ur feeling regarding ur leg then i hope you get better soon as quickly and w the least amount of pain possible. Language barrier as well has some gnarly leg, particularly foot injuries that were decribed so horrifically and detailed, hope that wasnt ur own pain speaking. im sorry for being weird and sending this its just that usually when i read abt reader being hurt before its was just like w.e but when i read ur work it rubbed me some type of way?? Idk you dont even need to answer this bc it might not even b that serious but just wanted to say it! Thank u for all ur yans, theyre literally my fictional comfort characs lol. Idk if u got my other ask or if youll even get this one but its 🐰 anon! Take care
Thanks for this ask bunny emoji anon, i love these deep analysises
ur right, all my works are projectiontopia baybee thAts the secret spice. No good works would come out without a real life tragedy happening to me, its character development and copium time
When i disappear it means life going good or so bad that i have no time to process, needing to dodge hit after hit, when i come back i come back with a wound and a limp whining to strangers to the internet through whimsical and silly characters, thas whrer the distilled angsts come from <3
but responses from readers do make my day, it fun and does give me that daily necessary dose of copium, i may not answer it right away cause i need time 2 be as funny n creative as i can get, and sometimes my best may be not up to speed with my usual standards <3
tanks 4 reading <33 c u in the next updates
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jojokillah · 9 months
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10th Anniversary
Copium
When internet people joke about copium, like "you need more copium" I actually think about opium and mainly opiates which are derivatives of opium. Because I needed a lot of copium for years.
I thought I will never be free from it. Keep in mind, this is THE DRUG, the hardest drug all movies are about. Basketball Diaries, Trainspotting and such. The shit superstars shot up in the 80's. I talk about all of them. Fentanyl, Heroin, Morphine, Methadone, Oxys, Norcos, Roxys, Vicodins, Percocets, Somas, Tramadol, Doreta, Kratom. The last 3 are especially common in my country, been and still being addicted to them. The whole family. My blog turned 10 years old 2 days ago, but I was too dopesick to put anything here. This was my 4th attempt to kick opiates for good. I kicked Tramadol and Kratom not so long ago, but relapsed. A thing I thought was impossible after all that suffering I went through. Rehab, Psych ward, inpatient, being kicked out for drinking on Xanax and popping additional Klonopin 2's to ease the wds, the cold turkey home. 3 weeks of Hell. But somebody was waiting for me. Somebody who visited me in the hospital, visited me home. My ex fiancé. I got my life back, then I lost it again. I lost it for good this time. It will never come back. I kicked Alcohol and Xanax many times, being in the worst delirium a human can imagine. Literally dying, after I survived a massive Xanax overdose, then left without any, hallucinating in life threatening seizures, then hallucinating for 2 months. It sure took it's toll on me, like my first time kicking dope. Popping 10-20 Klonopin 2's, drinking a liter of whiskey daily on top of it. This shit never ends. Relapsing to opiates, then benzos follow, alongside with alcohol. Today would have been the 3rd day of another streak of an opiate cold turkey. But I couldn't take it anymore. I barely have Xans now, and I don't really think I will have a refill again. As a teen, as a massive k2 fiend and alcoholic, when I started this whole bullshit blog, never ever could foresee how deep will I sink into this hellish nightmare of addiction.
Today I broke the streak, had some dope. Much dope. The last bag I had, without a possible way to obtain more. Just to cope with all of it. The breakup, the depression, the internal damage in my receptors from all these years, the lost years, the sight of this disgusting village I got trapped in since my first draw of weed at 15. The poverty, the shame, the madness, the sadness, the anhedonia, the defeat.
Xanax was not enough to shut up the whole madness in my head. And I had a good dose of that too. I'm depressed on dope. I don't fear dopesickness anymore, because I can't escape. I just accept the additional pain and suffering. Unimaginable suffering ahead. It doesn't really worth it to be honest. Not even dope can shut my inner pain up. It is screaming in terror. Not regressing into childhood anymore, not being positive and grateful anymore. It's lost, it's dead. All I hear is the scream, before falling off a cliff.
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