You're definitely getting way more horny on main fr
Shit fuck uhhhhhhhhh
This is now a no horny zone on penalty of super mega death. If I step out of line then shoot me thanks
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Dorian "i don't think i'd be diagnosed with anything if i went to a therapist" ssoblr who was nicknamed pooh in his childhood because the idea of breathing in dust and having it get stuck in his lungs made him so anxious he'd breathe out and then squeeze any extra air left in his lungs out with a puff of air repeatedly throughout the day "to get the dust out"
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i've been listening to the magnus archives for the past couple of months and i'm just starting season 5 now and i'm consumed by the hyperfixation monster
i REALLY REALLY want to look at fanart but i KNOW that i can't look up ANYTHING about the series without being spoiled 😩
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okay guys this week I'm gonna host this write-in and I'm going to be so normal and such a good conversation partner in the downtime between sprints watch this
five minutes later: hey did you guys know that spinach tastes like human blood. I know this because I've tasted both often enough to compare them
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in the mourning--
warning: fgo 6.5:traum spoilers mentioned no i’m not okay thanks for asking
there’s someone you can’t trust on that ship.
she hadn’t wanted to listen to such a warning. how could there be someone who would betray them? after all they went through together, how could a single one of them be working with the enemy? it wasn’t an impossible thing, but a possibility that Ritsuka refused to entertain. no matter how foolish it might have been.....she trusted her team. she trusted those within Chaldea and always would. no warning could ever stop that.
and then the truth came out. it was nothing she could have ever anticipated nor prepared for. because Goetia had been right but he had also been wrong.
it is because we, Chaldea, will triumph.
“...you were wrong. “
Sherlock believed in them. he genuinely and truly believed in them to win, to come out the victor in the end. he wasn’t trying to play them. he hadn’t lied to them. he hadn’t been fooling them from the start. she had never been wrong in trusting him, no matter what anyone said or thought. her belief never faltered. how could it? he was their friend, their ally. and, just like everyone that came before him, he did what he had to in order to give Chaldea the chance they needed to win. a victory he had full faith in them achieving, for how else could he have smiled so easily in those last few moments? he defied his Master. at the most important moment, he defied his purpose.
Farewell to all my dear and wonderful friends.
the breath she releases is a shaky one, rushed by her lungs crying out for air. her vision is blurred, nothing in sight except hazy shapes and bursts of greens & browns blending together. these are tears. they rise and slip over the curve of her cheeks without restraint and without thought, dripping of their own will. like every fresh loss, her heart bleeds anew. sacrifice was necessary and inevitable with their mission, but it made none of it easier. and it was different-- this wasn’t just someone met inside a Singularity or Lostbelt. Sherlock...he had been with them since the conclusion of the Grand Order. he had been there through each Lostbelt, willingly putting himself in danger numerous times. he was a friend and losing a friend is never easy. it will never be easy for her.
it will never be something she could ever get used to.
a sharp intake of breath follows, the only sound that is covered by the rustling of leeves in the summer wind. shaky hands rise to her face, as if to stifle the noise but that is not the intention. here, nobody could hear her. more tears flow, unrelenting and unashamed as the hot liquid trickles down her hands. messed bangs stick to her cheeks from the wetness, but she can’t bring herself to care to wipe them away.
it hurts. like with Romani, da Vinci and Musashi-- it’s the exact same kind of pain that winds around her heart without mercy. even if he came back, it would do nothing to ease it. it would not change what had happened. and it would not be the same Holmes. knees are pulled tight against her chest, one arm curling around them as the mage lets her weight be supported by the harsh bark of the tree. she’s tired. she’s tired of losing people. she’s tired about much, but right now, it is this that brings forth the weariness. she carries the memory of so much loss with her and though Ritsuka knows she should put it down-- how can she? she cannot tarnish their memory like this. she cannot let them fade and be forgotten. but she is so damn tired because of it, angry that it keeps happening like this. angry that she’s kept in the dark until the last moment. but what can she direct that anger to? what can she use it for? here-- nothing. she has no choice but to hold onto it. there is nowhere to set it down, and so, it stays. (like a creature of the shadows, it sits and waits and grows.)
she’ll be fine later. she knows she will be. it is how it always goes: she mourns, she grieves, in her way. she lets the feelings wash over when she is alone, letting them toss her about like a rickety boat on the ocean. she lets the pain and anger and grief flow as they are intended to (always felt so intensely, so vividly) and then, she’ll get up. she’ll continue on as always. she’ll go back to her life with a heart that’s a little more weary, a little more torn, but still beating.
and she’ll survive.
but, for now...for now she is neither the Master of Chaldea nor the one who stands against gods. she is not Fujimaru Ritsuka, one of humanity’s last. no, she is just a regular human being, a woman with no titles and responsibilities, handling another loss the only way she knows how.
she stays. in the woods of Cotes, as the sun sets beneath the horizon, she stays. the dying light of ambers and golds trek across her person, leaving shadows in its wake as the evening gives way into the night and the only thing she can feel is the bark against her back and the earth beneath her hands.
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New T/uca and B/ertie season has a bear fig tree with alcoholism and I have never felt so targeted in my life-
I could fix him, but I won’t. I'll take care of him and cry about it and then he'll try to apologize and I'll tell him he should be grateful that I'm watering him.
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