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ducky's secret self-indulgent multifandom multimuse.

[grievice]

okie that's a wrap ! archiving this blog, see yall on the new multi !!

[hellsbaby-deactivated20251129]

i let him hit because he is surrounded by an aura of tragedy

[usagimen]

@grievice

[grievice]

psycho-pass continuity is so insane to me like wdym we get to see characters at age 20 now at age 36 . how have we been stuck in the system for 16 years man

[grievice]

Q. What type of woman does Ginoza like? He has that image of liking cute girl; “flowing, wavy hair”, small, white complexion but is more likely to be lured by older, strong “commander” type woman. (chuckle)

Q. What do you have to do to be in a relationship with Ginoza? Let’s try to find his weakness! He is not the type to say “I like you” to the girl he likes. Therefore, you have to know his weakness and say “if you do not want others to know this, you have to date me” and then he will have to agree with you.

Q. What will he plan on a date? Isn’t it a date plan like one in newspaper or a woman magazine? Meet up at 10 and then go to the cinema, have lunch and then a walk in the park and then dinner…something like that. His clumsiness really suits him.

Q. What kind of gift that will make Ginoza happy? You can use a reference from newspaper or a woman magazine about “what gift you should give to a man to make him happy”. An expensive watch will do. And if he give you a gift and you say “I don’t want it.”, he will surely say “You are an annoying woman!” and then goes home huffing and feeling dejected. So cute~~ (chuckle)

Q. His pickup line…? “I give up.” Even if it is not romantic, he is the type to give up everything for the girl who persistently and seriously pursues him. It is so tempting to make him kneel and say sorry. (chuckle)

[grievice]

so I impulsively bought a peppermint coffee blend on sale in December . it's not that good . the taste is only bearable if I have creamer which I don't . I ran out . but what I do have is coffee ice cream ............

[usagimen]

       𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝐲 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈

based on the lore of tsukuyomi-no-mikoto, the epitome of becoming the final girl && folklore. cross-over / original character friendly with plenty of verses to work from.

[fairycosmos]

stomach hurts from hunger. stomach hurts from eating. what the hell do yuou want from me you stupid fucking organ

[0ynes]

Okkotsu Yuta appreaciation

[maronjapan9art]

I tried to predict Naoya's anime visual.🥹

[usagimen]

           𝑶𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, she wishes to call for him playfully in a childish tone. Instead, each sugar coated word is swallowed thickly within her maw. Frost, it encapsulates everything, even the glory of the old wisteria tree no longer could withstand the passage of time. Calloused, broken only to be reset thousands of times, her grasp reaches for the tip of his fingers - memories of childhood pouring in. When she once clutched to his hand in fear, cowering away amongst the shadows, she no longer felt cowardice. Each blossom has scattered, some bemoaning another hound has found way into their sanctum, while others are indifferent, cold, apathetic to the approaching shadows. The hearth crackles, illuminating her personal quarters, scarce && hardly lived in as she retracts, “Your presence is oddly silent this time around, practicing your stealth?” the haughty voice moves freely, lacking a bite.

                                        “Come sit, regale me with whatever matters are swarming your mind” 

@grievice // s.c.

[grievice]

Cometh the midnight paramour, underneath the moon that waxes and wanes like rabbit's play ( a fickle creature the Zen'in heir was most fond of, the celestial witness to his evening howling ) he slinks through the shadows like a wolf left starved for love. On the brink of death was he graced by her visage ( pale, skeletal, morbidly beautiful — you know, he could eat her whole if he so fancied? She knows. Of course Yuri knows. ) Only on the very brink, once even he grew weary of his royal mania and disciplined mantras, did he come for her like an assassin in the night.

( Oh, if only he could kill her, he would be free of her! )

“Now you have commiseration for my plight?” He bit back, slack-jawed and fangless, all his arrogance ( all his bitterness ) muzzled. But he was unforgiving, with every right to be so. “It is you who brings about my disquietude, my lotus. Should you not care for me, in my bed? Must you only haunt me until I crawl to you?”

And did he crawl, taking her hand and laying his head in her lap, to gaze upon her like a moon beyond his reach as his indignation fled him. Howling, always howling. The matters which swarmed his mind sounded like flyheads now, buzzing about marriage. “Won't you bless me with an heir, Yuri? Does your womb not grow cold?”

[mournfulroses]

Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Dorothy Scott Loos, from Selected Poems; "The Hoax,"

[reqciems-deactivated20250221]

           What could scare an owl? Nothing, she was impossible, one without fleeting fear. He loved her for it, even in the demise of their fall, there was still an inkling of affection. Invigorating the dormant blood that was persistent in the cold, a bonfire within the stomach turning into a blaze, he places a hand upon his mouth dragging it downwards. Behave, he bemoans, but it will never happen - the last time she was quiet his arm was dislocated. A piercing veil of white heat, guttural in a scream he thought impossible to make, child’s play. Cake with thick dollops of cream, pristine grapes candied in glistening green, a hand that runs into unruly locks and suddenly he’s wicked. You’re an old lady too. 

[grievice]

The bandages flutter and fall like rotting autumn leaves, all the bits and pieces of the cracked porcelain façade ( you're so pretty! you're so PERFECT, ARIMA KISHOU! ) left buried underneath the floorboards eaten up by black mold with the tell-tale heart. ONCE AGAIN SHE'S STRIPPED BARE BEFORE HIM ( she loves it, she hates it, she hates to love it! She loves to hate it! ). Guess that's what it means to have your cake and eat it too, huh? ( Hey, hey! What's better than bittersweet irony? What's BETTER than a sick joke? You feel better now, king? You feel good? Brand new and blessed by the fox? ) Talons dig into the cream of the cake, clawing, scraping, scooping—fed to the maw of the cannibal ( she's thinking of his flesh and blood around her mouth, nothing tastes better than a boy who wants to die! ) followed by a cackle.

Never too old to eat, old man. ( Happy birthday. )

[reqciems-deactivated20250221]

Please do not remove any of his extremities today, attempted cannibalism doesn't assure a side of cake either

[grievice]

WELL, WELL, WELL, if it ain't the man of the hour himself! Chin up, BUZZKILL! ( Up, and up, and up! So she can slit your pretty little neck, just like how the story's supposed to end! REMEMBER, REAPER? ) She'll have your cake and EAT IT too, toots!

[grievice]

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE! IT'S THE GOOD KING'S BIRTHDAY, MAKE SURE TO WISH HIM WELL & RIP OFF HIS LIMBS! ( YUM )”

[philosophybits]

“Being a human means accepting promises from other people and trusting that other people will be good to you. When that is too much to bear, it is always possible to retreat into the thought, “I’ll live for my own comfort, for my own revenge, for my own anger, and I just won’t be a member of society anymore.” That really means, “I won’t be a human being anymore.””

— Martha Nussbaum, in A World of Ideas, by Bill Moyers

[ryartchus]

new fedya....

[ahiruartist]