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The ghost concert I'm going to got cancelled, I'm literally crying

Anyone else feel like their mutuals are way out of their league? Like they follow you back and you’re just like

mutuals if tumblr shut down we are moving to email. we will chain email jpegs back and forth forever<3 this is my promise to you

Thinking about post elemental transition Dewdrop. Things having not gone well, and Aether being stuck to him, using his quintessence for what feels like hours, maybe days, neither of them know.

I will be elaborating further soon in the form of a fic.

I am! :D

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Swiss loves to scare the living shit outta the new summons when he first meets them. He's a goofy and kind motherfucker, but he's also very aware that he's a bit scary-looking so it's his guilty pleasure. He'll narrow his eyes at them and growl lowly while he stalks closer to them and ultimately corners them against a wall. Watching them cower in fear never fails to make him burst out laughing.

Anyway, he pulls out his usually bullshit on a freshly summoned Phantom, who immediately averts his eyes and turns red, not out of fear but because he just popped the biggest boner he's ever had in his entire life.

They both kinda go like "... Oh." at the same time.

Adding to this, I remember being in third or fourth grade, I'm not too sure, I had had an argument with my only friend, and I spent the day walking around the playground and singing to myself about how only the school, the fucking building, was my friend.

I look back on that and now understand why I'm a people pleaser

There's no lonelier feeling than thinking that a building is your only friend.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me