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I miss my brick-eating baby
I miss my security camera-eyed baby too.
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hey so remember when i talked about my weird flower multiversal dream where every time i got ahold of/sniffed a new flower i would go “deeper” into my dream and experience a new universe where i’d meet my qpp in every single one? i’m writing an ivantill fic based on that and i want ideas for the alternate universes till would be transported to in it!
here some ideas i already had:
- mermaids/underwater
- the canon timeline (round 6 and the meteor shower)
- the ivantill beach au
- band au
- magic/witchcraft/whimsical ??? au
- something something religion au
This was SO FUCKING EVIL, there was a visceral reaction ping ponging between my heart, eyes, and lungs. All the while I had phantom pain from my weakass knees.
#alnst#alien stage#alnst ivan#alnst till#ivan alien stage#till alien stage#I'm one blink away before I'm gone#ivannnnnnn#why did he use you like that#ivannnnnn#😭😭😭😭😭#it was vile to use you as a manipulation tactic#especially since r7 was just right after r6 w/ little downtime in between [in universe]#but to me it's been 6 months and your ghost is still haunting these walls
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I found out about your twitter just like 15 mins ago, and I was flabbergasted that there were other drawings other than the skin-creatures 💀💀 lmao
LMAO NOOOOO - I POST OTHER STUFF
I JUST HAPPEN TO BE ON A SKIN CREATURE HIGH THIS MONTH, SO I’VE BEEN DRAWING THEM NONSTOP 😭😭😭
(THEY’RE ALSO NICE AND QUICK TO DRAW,,, SO IT”S QUITE COMPATIBLE WITH MY BUSY SCHEDULE)
PLEASE DON’T MAKE SKIN CREATURES MY ENTIRE LEGACY 😭😂
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"It is just like as you always said, 'I'm sorry' is nothing but an empty phrase...I must let you hear, not to ask for your forgiveness or sympathy, but because if I don't say it now...it will be too late." Shen Qingqui's heart felt bitter, his eyes hot. It was already too late. Shen Jiu was no longer here.
I felt my heart constrict as my breathe grew shallow from the weight of FUCKING REMORSE
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You scare me but I love you the same. You make scrumptious shen jiu angst and then you horrify me with skin crechurs. Your post is basically a russian roulette to me.
Also, your Shen Jiu angst has a special place in my heart. :D It's downright gut wrenching and I gobble it up every time
HAHAH THANK YOUUUUU 🫶💖💖💖
I get that “Russian roulette” comment so often, especially on Insta,,,, because more often than not, I just don’t provide any context. Tumblr, I’ll have a greater chance of remembering what I was thinking, but with Insta, I just post on my stories and forget everything. The way images are consumed also contribute to the impact, since with Tumblr, you can at least brace yourself and show bits of the image very slowly. But WITH INSTA STORIES,,, You just get blasted with visual information. 😭😭
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING MY SHEN JIU ANGST 🫶🫶
His entire story is so tragic, and I’m glad I can convey it effectively!
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the way that luka runs his hands up his body ?? looks a little familar ?,,,
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Do you think if Bingge somehow gotten into Shen Qingqiu head via dreamscape(and dug deeper than Bingmei ever dared), he would see Shen Yuan in a room filled with his merch, where he was reading his story, defending him in comments and think: “he might love you most, but he loved me first.”?
Thats—that's kind of sad actually
imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing