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Words from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows for the signs

Aries: Rubatosis
n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world,  I’m here, I’m here, I’m here .

Taurus: Ambedo
n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.

Gemini: Onism
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out,  you are here .

Cancer: Lachesism
n. the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other.

Leo: Mimeomia
n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”

Virgo: Kairosclerosis
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Libra: Contact High-five
n. an innocuous touch by someone just doing their job—a barber, yoga instructor or friendly waitress—that you enjoy more than you’d like to admit, a feeling of connection so stupefyingly simple that it cheapens the power of the written word, so that by the year 2025, aspiring novelists would be better off just giving people a hug.

Scorpio: Opia
n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

Sagittarius: Rückkehrunruhe
n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.

Capricorn: The Bends
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.

Aquarius: Mauerbauertraurigkeit
n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.

Pisces: Daguerreologue
n. an imaginary interview with an old photo of yourself, an enigmatic figure who still lives in the grainy and color-warped house you grew up in, who may well spend a lot of their day wondering where you are and what you’re doing now, like an old grandma whose kids live far away and don’t call much anymore.

onism

n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

bahamut/yoi collab p1

Part 2 here | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

*Please note that my understanding of Japanese is reliant on spoken, and even then it’s a bit spotty, so this may be inaccurate in terms of direct translation. However I have a rough sense of what’s happening. 

Basically the story is they end up in the world of Bahamut, naked bc they were chilling in the onsen, Yuuri and Victor are together. Yuuri is incredibly freaked out bc hello, they’re both naked and suddenly in a strange place. This girl named Riri calls Yuuri the hero (Yuusha-sama!) and this magical queen(?) shows up and gives them clothes. Yuuri has a sword. He is confused as to why he has a sword. Also this is pre-GPF.

Riri talks a little bit about the situation, how she’s a magic user…? Yuuri is in denial, he keeps saying “this is a dream”. Unfortunately it’s not a dream. Victor is going with the flow, and he tells Yuuri that hey, helping Riri and the queen will be a great way to build mental fortitude for the grand prix final! Yuuri is like, “Victor what” and a demon attacks. His attacks on the demon and Riri’s magic are weak shit and can’t do anything, and then Victor is like, “let me try a thing” (Since I’m dressed like Riri, maybe I can do magic like her? smthing like that idk it’s 2am) and he summons magic and lethally wounds it. He encourages Yuuri to finish off the demon now that it’s weakened.

Yuuri: Victor used magic…. this must be a dream….

You enter the battle screen and beat the shit out of it, Yuuri is still in denial, Riri is in awe of Victor’s magical prowress. In the distance, Yurio sneezes.

Yurio meets another guy named Yuri with the same coloring as him, and they get into a little argument. He complains about how cold it is lmao.

Yuuri and Victor find him after another encounter with the queen, which she basically fangirls about how handsome Victor and Yuuri are lmao. Yuuri hears Yurio, Victor calls him over. Yurio is both complaining about the cold and saying that he’s not cold bc he’s Russian lol. Now that Yurio and Yuuri are here they’re BOTH saying that this is a dream. 

Victor wonders how to snap them out of it. Lili says something along the lines of “Well, you can’t feel pain in a dream!” Victor proceeds to be an asshole and use his magic to inflict pain on Yuuri and Yurio in order to get them to realize that they’re not dreaming. After this, Yuuri tells the queen that Yurio kinda needs clothes. After she fangirls over him, Yurio ends up with a rockin punk and cat-print aesthetic outfit that we see in his preview pics. 

He complains at first but then is like, “well, it’s not that bad…” Also Yuuri has to step up to the plate to be the Hero? 

I hate mobage goodnight

(Also in the middle of Yurio saying he is not cold, he sneezes. Yuuri laughs a little and says, “Yurio has a cute sneeze” awww)

anonymous asked:

Pls pls pls pls more of the royal bakery au!

Anon 2: Oh my gosh! I love your writing so much! Will you be continuing the prince/baker’s son au? Sorry my description is terrible I hope you know which I’m talking about. Have a wonderful day! <3

jecook: Please please please continue the prince Nico and baker will au

Part 1 Part 2


“Perhaps maybe now you’ll finally find yourself a wife, eh, William?” Cecil jabbed Will in the gut with his elbow. Cecil was a strange boy from a strange place with a strange name, but none of it had stopped Will from befriending him when he first moved to Asphodel. The boy had effectively dragged Will out of the bakery and into the streets, where people were leaving their shops and filing into the street, a low buzz of excitement thick in the air. “Where better than a festival to meet a beautiful woman?”

Will was watching the crowd shuffle into the general direction of the castle. They must be having the celebration in the courtyard of the palace. At Cecil’s remark, Will shot his friend a sour look. He had no interest in marrying a woman and bringing her into the simple like of a baker. “I am not intent on finding a woman,” Will spoke soft enough that the people around him wouldn’t hear. It was blasphemous that a man his age still hadn’t wed, Cecil had an arrangement that he would be wed within the year, but Will had no desire for a wife and his father hadn’t pushed for him to find one.  

Cecil simply rolled his eyes and followed the throng of people heading towards the castle with Will in tow. “You’re going to have to marry eventually, William.”

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“I do apologize for the absence of my son during the last nine years. The death of my daughter was hard for our family, but none harder than my son. However, we feel it is time to move on in celebration of my daughter’s memory, honoring her life by rejoicing my son’s. He is nineteen this year, and by the council, deemed fit to rule as my successor.” King Hades looked much brighter then he had in a long time, smiling at the people. Will was entranced by his speech, watching him for any signs of weakness that one would expect from nine years of almost complete absence. Looking amongst the crowd, Will was not alone in his scrutiny of the king. All those around him seemed to be trying to judge the King’s health simply by his face and his voice. The prince may be fit to rule, but nineteen was still and young age to become king. Especially as a bachelor.

Never the less, the King continued on. “It is with great joy and pride that I bring my son, Prince Nico.” Hades smiled and stood aside, motioning to the young man who appeared from behind him. The crowd cheered loudly when they finally saw the face of their prince, alive and healthy. Women wept at his beauty and men admired the sword that glittered dangerously at his side –almost as dangerous as his smile.

Will? Will was just trying not to yell out right. The man who stood up on the balcony above the crowd waved, his soft-looking hands gave no indication of the calluses that Will knew were there, just below his fingers. Will knew because he had touched them many times, when he handed a loaf of bread over to him.

The boy that visited his bakery on Tuesdays was the prince. The gold coin made much more sense to Will. No commoner would have gold coins and freely give them to a baker. Will puzzled all of the strange actions out in his head, and they all led to the same conclusion.

Will had been giving bread to Prince Nico for nine years and he knew not.

The best part, though? The best part was King Hades’ next words. “It is also with great pleasure that I announce my son’s engagement. He will be wed before taking the throne within the year!” Several things happened at once. King Hades smiled, Nico’s calm composure slipped slightly, and Will felt his heart pound in his chest as his stomach dropped.


It has been the busiest week 

Happy 1st Anniversary Strange Magic!

This movie was released on 23rd of Jan 2015 and look how quickly time flies! My life has definitely improved because of the fandom! You guys inspire me to draw, and I’m so happy that my art skills have improved because of it! Case in point, check out my very first Butterfly Bog fanart here:

What a huge difference!

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onism - n. the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience

Imagine standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

Onism
—  n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
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onism:

n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

- The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Onism (From DictonaryOfObscureSorrows)

“Onism”

—           n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

This is how i feel. A vibrating Transdimensional mess.