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jasper-the-menace · 3 months
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Falco Spara took a deep breath of the still air. His entire body ached from the fight – the strain in his lower back and wings would take months to heal, at his age. Damn his contract and damn the archdemon he signed it with. He would swear up and down that he could still taste his own blood in his mouth from where Atraxa ran him through with her spear. He was lucky to have lived.
The first chapter of my oneshot compilation based on words from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig. This chapter, Foilsick, features Falco Spara and Jetmir at the end of March of the Machine.
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doomsdayradio · 2 years
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i wake up everyday and amatonormativity
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cheskisser69 · 2 days
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CHESMEL BY MY DUDE THE HOMESLICE THE G @foilsick-anoscetia :3
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What a way to start pride month huh??? /pos
Taglist : @eliothebeast @ramsboytoy @voxkisser @foilsick-anoscetia @tothemoon-ships @self-ship-haven
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whatfunlifewasx · 2 months
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foilsick, rocket 88, east los angeles, february twenty fourth two thousand twenty four
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alldni · 1 year
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angelduo drabble i wrote in the immediate aftermath of dream prison escape.
i am posting this to prove i can write so that i can convince you all to request drabbles in exchange for big q votes
info on requests here (will link once i post it)
He’s being stupid — acting like he’s a little kid again. But he can’t help it. Here, curled up against Phil, it’s the only place Tommy knows to be. 
Tommy used to be tiny, easily able to slot himself into Phil’s arms. Now he’s tall and awkward, and it’s embarrassing, the way he has to contort himself to sit in such a way that he can still shove his face in Phil’s shoulder. He needs to be small, now, he can’t stretch himself out, take up all the space he’s gotten used to taking up. His knees are pulled up into his chest, his arms hooked around Phil’s neck, his face pressed against where Phil’s neck and shoulder meet. 
It’s uncomfortable. He has to strain himself to hold the position. But it is small and safe and warm. It’s exactly where he needs to be, it’s the safest place for him to be, because Dream is out. Dream is free. Dream is coming for him. But — but he’s with Philza fucking Minecraft, so. Not even Dream can beat Philza Minecraft. Or at least, Tommy doesn’t think so. 
A part of him yearns for Techno, too. Techno has beaten Dream. He could do it again. Imagine if he had both of them, both his father-figures, both his gods-turned-caretakers-turned enemies. Prime, Tommy would be invincible if he had both of them at his back. 
But. Well. He doesn’t, and he hasn’t for a long time. 
But he has Phil. And that’s good. Phil is safe. 
Phil wasn’t safe, not too long ago. Phil was obsidian grids and Tommy’s tinnitus. But Dream escaped, and Tommy ran and ran and stumbled into Phil’s arms, and-
It’s like they’ve forgotten. 
Which. They haven’t. Tommy can’t forget it, can’t forget Techno across the chasm, can’t forget crows blocking out the sun, can’t forget Ghostbur crying for Friend. And Phil hasn’t forgotten, Tommy doesn’t think. Tommy sees the distrust in his eyes that follows every friendly word. 
But Tommy can pretend he’s forgotten, for now, because he is back in Phil’s arms. There is a lullaby making Phil’s chest vibrate, and Tommy can feel it to his core, the overwhelming familiarity of it, the love, as broken as it is. The dolonia of it all is confusing. 
Someone shouts to someone else outside, and the noise fades quickly as whoever it is continues on their way. Still, it makes Tommy flinch — he curls tighter into the cocoon of Phil’s wings. Phil coos, bird-like, in that way he always used to and never does anymore and oh, Prime, Tommy realizes suddenly, it’s been a long, long time since he’s heard that, or at least since he’s heard that for him, and- 
He trills back. 
It’s simple enough but he feels it ripping him, from his wingless spine to his heart up through his throat. “Do it again,” he whispers as a follow up, even though it hurts, because he has no wings, because of Dream, and Dream’s free but Phil- 
And Phil does. 
“Again.” And Phil does, again, and again, until Tommy is a mess, dampening Phil’s cloak with his tears. This is stupid. Foilsick acid curdles in his stomach. Phil whispers to him little bird, it’s ok fledgling, I’ve got you, but Tommy isn’t sure if it’s real. He doesn’t know if Phil believes him. He doesn’t know if he really thinks Tommy’s in danger. Phil helped free Dream, didn’t he? 
But that doesn’t mean he didn’t know. It doesn’t — he just didn’t care. All that mattered to Phil in that moment was helping Techno, and all that mattered to Techno was that stupid debt. Phil and Techno both knew. They saw Tommy at the beginning of his exile, wary and scared. And they saw him at the end of it, broken, terrified, wingless. 
Phil knew. 
He’s holding Tommy anyway.
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l1z4rd3th1cs · 1 year
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foilsick #screamo
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angstydisaster02 · 2 years
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A random post about beautiful words for writers or just to complete your curiosity
Warning : i don’t claim them and the source will bein the tweet, enjoy <3
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1- Writingessenstial - Tik tok
Eneaptured : To give joy to something or soemone
Exquisite : Extremely beautiful or elegant
Euphonious : Pleasant to the hear, a pleasant sound
Euphoria : To be extremely happy or elated
Remorse : Extreme and deep regret
2- that.queer.fairy - Tik tok
Selenophile : (n.) a person who loves the moon
Irenic : (adj.) promiting peace
Apricity: (n.) The warmth of the wrinter sun
Monochopsis : Thr subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
Redamancy : (n.) The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full
Induratize : (n.) To make one’s own heart hardened or resistant to someone’s pleas or advances, or to the idea of love
Abditory: (n/.) A place into which you can disappear; a hiding place
3- coco.pine - Tik tok
Saudade : (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that, is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; « the love that remains »
4- v.writers - Tik tok
Orphic : (adj.) Mysterious and entrancing; beyond oridnary understanding
Elysian: (adj.) Beautiful or creative; divinlt inspired; peaceful and perfect
Eesome: (adj.) Pleasing to the eye
Amaranthine : (adj.) Undying, immortal; emotioanally beautiful
Selcouth: (adj.) Unfamiliar, rare, strange an dyet marvelous
Metanoia : (n.) The journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way to life
Fiable: (adj.) Easily broken into pieces or reduced to nothing
Basorexia: (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
Dystychiphobia: (n.) The fear of hurting someone
Agliophobia:(n.) The fear of being hurt
Alexthymia: (n.) The inability to express your feelings
Atelophobia: The fear of imperefection, the fear of never being good enough
Philophobia: Fear of being or falling in love
Anaxiphillia: The act of falling in love with the wrong person
Eleutheromania: An intense, irrestible desire for freedom
Eremophobia: Fear of loneliness
Hiraeth: A homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was
Kilig: The rish of joy after seeing or experiencing something romantic
Ineffable: Too great to be expressed in words
5- Ewistone - Tik tok
Foilsick : (adj.) Feeling ashamed after revealing a liitle too much of yourself to someone
Dolorblindness: (n.) the frustation that you’ll never be able to understand anoer person’s pain, only ever seraching their face for some faint evocationof it, then rifling though your own experiences for some slapdash comparison
Jouska : (n.) The hypethetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head - A nerve wracking confession, an emotional heart-to-heart, or the devastatating comeback you wish you had twenty minutes ago.
Waldosia: (n.) A condition on which you keep scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who whould ahve no reason to be there, as-if your brain checking to see whatever they’re still in your life, even though the thoughts of actually seeing them causes a familair pit in your stomach.
Amentalio: (n.) The sadness of realizing that you’re already forgetting memories of those no longer in your life- Already struggling to hear tehir voice, to picture their eyes and smiles, or reminiscing upon the quircky gestures and mannerisms
6- thatonebooknerd2.0 - Tik tok
Angapesis: (n.) No longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved
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goblinpartyy · 1 month
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shoutiut ti foilsick @foilsick628
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mal731712 · 8 months
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Foilsick
adj.
Feeling ashamed after revealing a little too much of yourself to someone - allowing them to clear a view on your pettiness, your anger, your cowardice and childlike vulnerability - wishing that you didn’t have a deep disdain for who you think you actually are.
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kestrelhands · 9 months
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This isn't meant to like convince you to show your art (you don't have to post anything you don't want to post ,this blog is yours to do as you want with etc etc) but I hope you don't stop yourself from doing and enjoying things just cuz of what others think is cringe or whatever.
That aside, your pfp looks nice, have a nice day!
anon,,,, that is the nicest thing anyones ever
said to me genujnely 😭😭😭😭 ok i Might post it on @foilsick-anoscetia if i feel like it (and maybe after i change the boring ass layout LOL)
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I am foilsick
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rexiiiiiiiiii · 1 year
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Nice people makes me sick.
It's because they make me feel comfortable and safe and protected.
But I shouldn't have that. I don't want that. I don't need that. I can't have that!
These people are the types to make me experience foilsickness a lot.
I hate that.
But I can't stop.
I feel so secure around them.
Yet I shouldn't feel secure either.
I just don't know if whether they're actually being nice for real just because this is who they are and this is just how kind they are, or they're just pretending so they could steal my trust and then play with it.
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doomsdayradio · 2 years
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i think theyre the only reason im staying alive lol
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cheskisser69 · 2 days
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♡ PRIDE MONTH 2024 PROMO ♡
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I am 17 years old, go by he/it pronouns and I am a self shipper (clearly lol) :DD
I am transmasc, aroace, and fictoromantic !! :))
My main F/Os are Ches from Metal Family, Billy Joe Cobra from Dude, That's My Ghost! and Mephistopheles from Welcome to Hell <33
Taglist : @eliothebeast @ramsboytoy @foilsick-anoscetia @tothemoon-ships @self-ship-haven
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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years
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Foilsick
by ardium
all men are created equal- the sweetest thing to ever been told, a total lie of course but still.
tommy stepped into the small office staying as close to the door as possible, his eyes drifted naturally to a blond older man- about 40 years old 'oh great' he thought 'another hipster' because it was common knowladge all blonds were hipsters. besides tommy' tommy was A MAN.
Words: 1925, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude
Relationships: Sleepy Bois Inc./Sleepy Bois Inc. (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Kristin Rosales & Toby Smith | Tubbo & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Child Abuse
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itzfoilsick · 2 years
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I would like to believe that I never saw this coming. In a way I did but I wanted to prove that I was different and worth a while. No money, no love, no reassurance could please someone like you. The months you took away from me all you may had on your mind was guilt and her.
Month one: you talked about her a lot
Month two: you seemed so in love with me
Month three: you fell out of love with me
Aftermath:
I’m left with hopeless screenshots and bags under my eyes. I thought maybe, just maybe that we could prove love would be different. But you had another on your mind. I was second, and option, a rebound maybe. Idk you left me with psychotic questions in my mind.
Is there someone else
You still think about her
You probably f***** her
So all of what we went through was a lie
You stalked her
Why did I have that dream about you
Does that mean I’m now like the other girls
Why don’t you ever wanna get back together
Will you become suicidal
You miss her
You fill guilty for her
You regret leaving her
Why won’t you let me stay
Why don’t you love me
You would choose to start over with her over me
You suffer from depression huh
Why don’t you miss me
Why does it feel like im a rebound to me
why feel guilty over someone you said you didn’t feel for like that anymore?
because to me that answers most of my questions here.
Im stupid for thinking someone could love me that much, it was too good to be true. And all I have is the ghost of you.
You make me feel “foilsick”
my dark thoughts made me throw up.
after all of that, I still loved you.
I’m so stupid, I wrote that hundred times.
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