I cannot promise self preservation in the face of curiosity

Nonbinary/Genderfluid

They/them

We do not support the usage of generative AI for anything in this household and if u use it I think lesser of you and will block and ignore you.

User name:

Okay, it is theoriginalfool, but i should clarify that it is in reference to the tarot card (entering the unknown, new adventures, uncertainty) and also to Jesters so if you ever feel awkward about calling me by Fool referring to me as a jester is perfectly acceptable and even encouraged <3

I like to torture myself creatively twice and I'm a passionate hater of my spine. I'm gonna set some expectations for anyone following me for specific content:

Reduce all expectations to zero

I reblog the way kids collect rocks

I will be posting misc art of my ocs and of fanart (rarely)

- @externalizedmonologe for all my art

- Under the Light of the Moon is my novel which I am actively working on and is not completed

- My frequently returning ocs are Elusive (the link goes to the master post)

If you are here for my Murdle posts, hello, links to my fics: Murdle Fics

King in Yellow stuff will still be made and posted just not very often and usually nothing all that ground breaking, and a mixed bag between Malevolent and Searching for a world that doesn't exist

My fandoms:

Murdle

Malevolent

Adventure time

Miraculous Ladybug

Legends of Avantris

if its a musical i'm probably in the fandom

Voltron

Shera

I dabble in Searching for a world that doesn't exist

Epic the musical since the blue eye filter

With the pressing information down, I make ocs and I'm writing a novel as well as other random writing posts for ocs. Master posts will be made as i post more for my original creative pursuits. My other blog is where i reblog my art with a bit more context added if you want to find it all centralized, but i will not be doing the same thing for my writing, i will just be linking my writing stuff here, as well as whatever is next for that wip. I don't want to make anyone's life difficult about finding posts i make about my characters so i will be doing the digging for you, if something isn't linked or seems to be missing just let me know and i'll update whatever linking set up i have.

I like to think that when the case was over and it was it was jus them, no long in a car, no longer in public, no longer needing to follow public appeals, and interviews they both found themselves unable to do anything but relax. They flop onto his couch, still debating the details of the case. Irraitno is talking his usual tangent about the moon and stars and how the ancient ruins had to mean something, if they were just oil deposits why was there one on the moon? and Logico is just looking at him. At his partner, alive, and well, and talking his nonsense, anything that had lingered, anger, resentment, needing to hit some sense into him, it all unravels. He can't bring himself to hate him. he cant bring himself to stay angry, for now at least.

I can only imagine the realization hitting Logico that he's looking at a man he couldn't bare to live with out. a man who managed to tear down his morals for months because he needed to find revenge for him. The man in front of him had been impossible to not return to, impossible to not need, impossible to not crave.

He had known for a while he couldn't bare a life without the inspector, but this was a different feeling. A different sort of need. not one of horrific realization in a time of great loss, but a desperate clinging one that made him want to never let him go.

After being around him long enough he just recognises Irratino's gait, and when shifts and figures form there how bad it is. At some point Irratino is in a situation where he just didn't get the opportunity to alleviate any of it and one misstep made his knee give out. He's embarrassed about it, cause he swears hes fine, just tripped on a rock, but Logico doesn't really care why he's worried about any injuries (thankfully there weren't any). He starts to stand closer to Irratino after that.

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