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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Can I request a part 3 to "unrequited"?

A/N I honestly was not planning another part to this story. I'm just gonna... leave this here. (Pls don't hate me guys. This is so genuinely the only path I could think of for this story that I liked.)

Unrequited pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Um. Alastor is dark/yandere in this part. Uh. Unhealthy relationship. Yeah.

Word Count: 2,094

Previous Parts:

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader)

Unrequited Pt. 2

Master Lists:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor had cornered her in the hall. The years, the games, the challenges, none of it was fun anymore. It all came to an end tonight. There was no other option, not when she could die tomorrow. The angels were coming, and they were coming for the hotel.

"I don't want you here tomorrow."

"What!?" Y/n exclaimed in utter shock.

She hadn't known what to expect when Alastor had stopped her as she made her way downstairs to the bar. Everyone was supposed to be having a drink together, celebrating their afterlives that there was a chance they might loose. She didn't know what to expect but, she certainly hadn't expected this.

Alastor had been acting weird lately. He was always weird but ever since the day with Husk in the hallway, he'd been weird even by those standards. He was always finding something for Y/n to do that put her near him, always watching. It was irritating. They had been fighting a lot and Alastor still had yet to apologize to Husk.

"I don't want you at the hotel tomorrow. You are not coming near this fight."

"What the fuck, Alastor?" Y/n nearly stamped her foot on the floor, she crossed her arms and glared at the demon, "I... these are my friends. This is my home. I will do what I can to protect it."

"No, you wont. You wont be here." he paused, "I will use our little deal to make sure of that, if need be."

Y/n scoffed. Her anger was a fiery, radiant thing. Alastor found himself thinking she had always reminded him quite a bit of a lioness when she got like this. The thought had been an accident, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when these were the stakes. Alastor pushed it away.

"You fucking... literally why? Like, what? I... sorry, just taking me a bit to process this: the demon who tricked me into selling my soul to them is now going to use that contract to take me, a valuable asset, out of a war which we cannot afford to loose?"

"Yes." Alastor nodded.

"Because?" Y/n prompted in irritation after a moment.

Alastor sighed.

"Y/n, think about what could happen if you are here."

"The same thing that could happen to any one here!" Y/n threw her arms up in exasperation, gesticulating her frustration as she spoke, "The same thing you're forcing on Husk and Nifty, have you had this chat with either of them?"

Alastor didn't respond. It was all the answer she needed.

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so!" she scoffed, "So it's okay for everyone to risk their lives -- it's okay for you to risk your life even, but not me? Its okay for you to force my friends to risk their lives, but you're going to force me to stay out of it? Listen to yourself, you sound ridiculous."

"We don't need your help. You're slow, you will only hold us back."

The comment he had hope would dampen Y/n's spirit, bend her will into submission, only added to her fire.

"I'm... that's bullshit and we both know it. I might be small, but so is Nifty. Everyone has skills they can offer. I know how to fight, how to survive, and we will have angelic weapons for Christ's sake. Like, I really don't understand what the issue your having is here."

"Y/n, just... no." Alastor shook his head, a hand to his temples, "No. You will not be here tomorrow. I forbid it. I'm sending you to stay with Rosie."

"What am I, your kid?" Y/n sneered.

Alastor looked over at her, his hand falling from his forehead.

"Just please, Y/n." he took a step forward, pulling her hands into his. Alastor took a deep breath. "For me."

Y/n's eyes went wide. Alastor could see the conflict, the swirling emotions. Anger turned to grief, mixed with gratitude, and became anger again. A never ending cycle.

His heart pounded against his chest, it fought him valiantly for release. It had been so long. So long since she'd looked at him with anything other than disgust, so long since she had let him touch her like this.

Y/n settled on confusion as her dominant emotion and pulled her hands from his grasp. Alastor mourned the contact, his hands still held up in the air where hers had met them as Y/n took a step away.

"Why."

It wasn't a question. Y/n commanded information and at the end of the day, he may own her soul but she owned his heart. Alastor felt like in some way, she always had. He couldn't bear the thought of loosing her but, he didn't know if he could handle the rejection either. There was no way, no chance, she would believe him if he told her too much of the truth but, lying wouldn't work either. It would have to be a careful balance, a calculated withholding of information. Too much was riding on tomorrow, on tonight, on this very moment.

"Because I don't want you to die."

Y/n's brow furrowed even further, their eyes growing wider still as she stumbled another step back. Her back was nearly against the wall now, there wasn't anywhere else she could go.

Her eyes flitted around the space fervently. Her lips formed words that never left her mouth. Alastor watched, stress eating him alive. At last, Y/n did something. She brought her hands to her head and sunk to the floor, her knees pulled into her chest.

"What are you doing to me." she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

For what felt like the thousandth time, Alastor felt a little piece of his heart fracture off. He didn't know how much more he could take of this before there was nothing left to break, nothing left to loose. She looked up at him, her hands still holding either side of her head and her eyes wet with tears.

"Why do you care?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. There was an insistence in her voice, a pleading. He stood in indecision for a moment, frozen by want, by need, by fear. His body took over as he took a step towards Y/n. Alastor kneeled down in front of her.

With great care, with a familiarity and gentleness Y/n hadn't felt from him in years, Alastor untangled her fingers from her hair. He held her hands in his once again and this time, he wasn't going to let go.

"Because I care about you."

Shock at his own bravery emanated from his chest. Alastor held his breath.

"You..." Y/n's eyes hardened, "I wish you'd stop messing with my head like this. Its not funny."

"Y/n, I'm not messing. I am not playing a game, I'm not..." Alastor sighed, letting go of one of Y/n's hands and running his hand through his hair as he looked to the side.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back to face her, grabbing her free hand once again.

"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, that I'm not. But I will keep you safe. No matter what, you will not be here tomorrow."

"Please, Alastor."

His heart stopped. He couldn't recall the last time she'd asked him for anything that wasn't to leave her, Husk, and Nifty, alone. He couldn't recall the last time she'd seemed to fragile in his arms.

"Please, they're... they're my family. I can't..." a single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, "I can't just leave them."

"I..."

There was a moment, a split second where he almost agreed. Alastor's eyes narrowed. He dropped Y/n's hands and got back to his feet. She adjusted her position in response, nearly kneeling before him.

"Please, Alastor. Let me help them. Let me do what I can to protect my family. Please. I'll do anything you want... I'll..."

It almost worked. Alastor felt his purpose waver again. Then the fear came back. He had already lost so much. His mother, his humanity, his own soul and free will. Alastor refused to add Y/n to the list of things that were so far out of his reach. He just couldn't. He didn't care if she hated him for the rest of eternity, as long as it meant she was safe at his side.

"No." he shook his head, his heart hardening, "You forget, you already have to do whatever I want. You forget, I own you."

Y/n's scream of anger as the shadows took her was muffled as she was sucked into their portal. Alastor stood, watching the spot she had been in for a few moments and then, he doubled over in pain. It shot through him in spikes, in daggers. It was the first time he had told her that. Not once before had Alastor ever said those three words to Y/n, not even when they had first made their deal. I own you.

The guilt, the regret, all of it underpinned by the overwhelming love. It had been trapped for so long, so sheltered and pushed back in the recesses of his mind that it had twisted. The love had become obsessive, dangerous, hungry.

With a breath, Alastor stood straight once again. Pushing his composure back to the surface, he smoothed his hair and went down to the bar to inform everyone of his decision. He may have forced Y/n to do something she didn't want to, fracturing things further than he'd believed possible, but he wasn't going to blame her for it. Alastor was used to being the villain and hopefully, in this case, he wouldn't have to be. Hopefully, they would understand.

Y/n gasped for breath as she was let out of the shadow portal. Panting on all fours, slowly she brought herself back together. Y/n had met Rosie before, once or twice. She knew she was a kind soul at heart, a reasonable person, and she knew that Rosie's cannibals were the main force of their army tomorrow. All she had to do was convince the overlord to let her join them, and it would be okay.

Taking a deep breath to restore her confidence, Y/n looked up. Her heart dropped.

"No."

She got to her feet, looking carefully around the decrepit old radio tower.

"No. Nonono."

Her breaths becoming panicked, she ran to the door. It was locked. Taking a step back, she kicked it harshly. The firm wood didn't budge.

Driven by adrenaline alone, Y/n ran to the windows and began to hit them with all her might. None of them so much as trembled.

"No!"

She looked wildly around the space and, spotting Alastor's chair, picked it up. Y/n hurled it at the window. There was a crash and for a split second, there was hope. That was until she realized it was the chair that had broken, not the window.

"No! No!"

Turning back to the door, she hurled her body repeatedly against it. Each time, she got the biggest running start she could. Each time, there was no change at all, nothing happened. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, she was long past panicked now.

"NO!"

After about twenty minutes, Y/n was out of breath and exhausted. Her whole body hurt and her face was sticky with tears. She sat at the door, her back pressed against it and her knees pulled into her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she sobbed.

Everyone was at the hotel, except for her. Everyone was preparing to fight for and protect what they loved, except for her. What would they think? What would they say? Much more importantly, would they make it out?

A sudden fear gripped her, a fist around her heart. Would she ever see any of them again? Y/n's sobs redoubled.

"Fucking..."

She sniffed, her panic and grief quickly fixing itself back in the shape of the familiar anger. She could see him in her minds eye, that moment his eyes had softened, that moment she thought that maybe he had been telling the truth all along, that they really had been friends, that he really did care.

"I hate you Alastor!" she screamed to herself, alone in the dark, "I hate you and I will continue to hate you until the day I fucking die again!"

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A/N I love an irredeemable villain and doomed, misshapen love. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted this to end up happy.

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gummygowon · 10 months

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my girl(s) | choi san

word count: 1.27k hehe

genre: fluff bro so much, slight childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, soon to be dad!san x pregnant!reader

warnings: san just worrying too much that he gets exhuasted

song playlist: my girl - the temptations, be my baby - the ronettes, la vie en rose - èdith piaf

author's note: seeing san get heated about how that one husband treats his wife made me think about how sweet and caring san would be in a relationship and then i started playing fifties's music and boom here where we are

choi san was just an absolute gentlemen, it was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much.

you vividly remember when you were younger, san declaring to the dinner table that his wife's hands will never be wet in the future, promising that he will be doing everything for her which impressed all the other neighborhood parents. a few parents joked at him to remember their daughters in the future which you rolled your eyes at. san was obviously bluffing and trying to impress everyone. you found it hard to believe that a man would be able to care so much for his wife like san said.

it was almost laughable how wrong child you was.

san quite literally did everything around the house, always insisting that you go lie down and relax even though he just came home from work. it was definitely a hassle trying to get your husband to relax let alone sit down after dinner since he was always insisting that he did the dishes even if he cooked.

"san, baby go shower," you whisper into his ear while he was doing the dishes, "let me do this. go relax."

instantly turning around in protest, san folds his arms in front of his chest, "no."

"san," you warn, the mother in your voice coming out.

"absolutely not." san protests, standing up even taller to tower over you, "you are my pregnant wife who needs to rest. i need my girls to rest."

"san, we don't even know the gender yet." you argue. it was only today that you found out you were pregnant after you realized that you were two weeks late and sped to the nearest drugstore for a test.

"i know but i think we're having a girl." san says knowing with smile on his face, he was just getting excited at the thought of having a baby girl. "still though, you should rest."

"san, i'm fine, you on the other hand should rest."

"but-"

"who has a eight hour shift at seven am tomorrow baby?"

"i do." san dejectedly answers with a pout on his face. san didn't hate his job as a martial arts instructor but if he had to choose between you and his job, he would choose you without a doubt over and over again.

"i promise when my belly grows you can pamper me all you want but not yet. you still need to take care of yourself before i'm unable to take care of myself."

"promise?" he asks as he intertwined his fingers with you.

"promise." you answer before sealing the deal with a kiss.

a few months later, when the baby bump began to show, san became even more protective of you.

finally on your maternity leave, you spent the time at home reading parenting books and knitting clothes for your baby making an assortment of colors. sometimes, you ventured down to the dojo that was connected to the house causing san to stop whatever he was doing and guide you down the stairs.

"yah! choi san!" you shout at your husband who completely abandoned his lesson to aid you, "i can walk down just fine! go back to teaching!"

"no!" he argues before turning back to his class to yell, "five minute water break!"

a collective "yes sir" was heard from the group as the students dispersed to the sidelines.

"san, i love you but i promise i'm fine!"

"i know, but i still worry over you my love." san confesses as he carefully holds your hand as you walk down.

"aigoo..."

closer to your date, you spent most of your days either in the dojo working at the front desk so that san could keep on you (more like you could keep an eye on him) or upstairs reading more parenting books and preparing the baby's room.

"how's the baby?" wooyoung asks, an old friend of san who occasionally stopped by the dojo to check up on you and take out san to relax.

"doing great! the doctors are saying the baby is healthy and don't see any problems or complications yet."

"ahhh, that's great to hear! how's san doing though? still stressing?"

"oh you bet he is." you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "taking him out for a drink tonight?"

"trying to but you know he doesn't like to leave your side."

another sign escapes your lips, it was possible that san was stressing you out by not being able to relax. "i'll convince him. he's been worrying too much."

"good luck with that one." wooyoung laughs.

"woo!" your husband shouts at his best friend coming out of the studio to the front with a towel in hand. "what brings you here?"

"just checking in your wife and the baby." wooyoung starts before flashing a quick glance at you, "but the boys and i are about to head down to the bar if you wanna grab a drink."

"ahhh, you know i would love to but," san says looking down at you with a smile. lately he's been running around the house trying to satisfy you're weird pregnancy cravings and help with the morning sickness all while still working full time down at the dojo. the stress and exhaustion was evident on your poor baby's face as the eye bags deepened and he wasn't his cheery self.

instead of returning the smile, you frown at him confusing san. "go sannie, i'll be fine."

"don't-"

"san, i will be okay." you laugh a little, trying to ease san's nerves, "i'll be down the street okay, baby? you deserve a break."

san looks back at wooyoung who looks eerily similar to the devil on his shoulder. "are you sure? what about dinner?"

"your mom dropped off some soup for us earlier, i can eat that. go out, have fun! you need to have some fun once in awhile baby."

"fine, but not too late." san complies while pointing a finger at wooyoung.

"i promise to bring him before eleven ma'am." wooyoung promises saluting to you before shooing san to go get changed.

"take care of him woo!"

the day of the pregnancy was absolutely terrifying yet exciting. it was the thrill of finally becoming parents that was the only thing keeping you sort of calm. your mind wandered every now and then to the idea of you being a bad mother but san was quick to shut down those thoughts.

you guys still didn't have any idea of what the gender was, deciding it would be fun to find out the day of. san was still confident that you guys were going to have a girl even though all the ajummas begged to differ with their superstitions.

"it's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed cuddling the newbown baby.

"i told you!" san shouts jumping into the air out of excitement before wrapping his arms tightly around you, his lips on your forehead. "thank you. thank you so much." tears of happiness flowed from san's eyes as he held you close, his warm embrace making you feel overwhelmed with his love.

"i love you so so much." san cried into your neck as he looked through blurry eyes at you cradling your daughter.

you couldn't even say anything too tired and overwhelmed to give a proper response. instead, you just cried with san holding the baby so close to your heart.

it felt refreshing? calming? something like that to be able to cry away your emotions. even the worries of becoming a mother washed away and instead hope and excitement for the future replaced the negative thoughts. you couldn't believe that you finally have a kid with the love of your life, not even just the love of your life but your best friend in the whole wide world.

god, you were so lucky to have a san in your life and he was just as lucky or even more to have you in his life. now, the both of you were fortunate to have a third in your new little family.

san let out a sniffle before planting a wet kiss to the crown of your head, "my girls."

#the delusions delusioned here #ateez oneshots #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez fluff oneshots #ateez fluff imagine #ateez fluff imagines #ateez fluff #choi san oneshots #choi san fluff #choi san imagines #choi san x reader #san oneshots #san fluff oneshots #san fluff #san imagines

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mun-2996 · 7 months

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No more secrets.

I loved kinktober but I got tired from the lack of emotion aside from lust 😭. So here's a little idea I couldn't get out of my head.

Warning! : Reader had a toxic relationship with their ex, meant to imply that the ex was controlling and they often put the reader down

gn but implied fem reader !

This is my first little experiment with writing so I'm really sorry if it's boring 😭

You couldn't hide everything from him.

He didn't notice it the first few months you were together but he was oh so definitely noticing it now.

Miguel knew your relationship with your past lover wasn't the best, but he never knew any details.

He tried asking a few times but all you did was brush it off and tell him "it just didn't work out" or that it wasn't a big deal. He didn't buy a word of it but you were clearly uncomfortable about the topic, so he decided to quit pushing it.

It seemed normal to him at first, how you'd always put him before yourself. How you'd always listen to his opinions and use them to make a decision.

But no, it was far more than that.

How you'd ask him if what you were wearing was okay. Not in the sense that you were asking if it looked good on you, but in the sense that you were asking if he was okay with it. Or how you'd ask permission to to even the smallest of things, like going out with friends, or a quick trip to the grocery store. Hell, even if he was at work you'd send him a text, asking if it was okay for you to do almost anything.

"Y'know ya don't have to ask permission for everything."

"Just thought you'd want to know."

He felt like it just got worse and worse sometimes. How you'd always ask what shows he wanted to watch, or what he wanted to do.

"Why don't you decide this time?"

"Can't decide."

Sometimes you'd skip meals just because he didn't want to eat, even if you were literally shaking from hunger.

"You sure you're not hungry?"

"Yeah. Had a late lunch."

That was a lie. And Miguel knew it.

There were times he'd try to talk to you about it, but you'd just say you were trying to diet. Which was also a lie, but you'd always look like you were on the verge of tears when he brought it up, so once again, he decided to drop the questions.

One day as the two of you went out shopping, he saw you eyeing a dress.

"You like it?"

"It's a little expensive..."

Miguel didn't give a damn about the price. He'd do anything to see you smile. He surprised you with the dress a week later and you were literally sobbing, thanking him for getting it for you. This wasn't a new experience, of course. Whenever he got you something remotely over your budget you'd start going into spirals for days where the only thing you could get out of your mouth were endless thank yous and I love yous. Now he DEFINITELY knew your ex did you wrong, but he didn't want to push it.

Then it really got him worrying.

Miguel's boss had just dropped a bunch of work on him, he called you, texted you, told you he'd be home late. He told you he loved you, told you to eat, told you not to wait up for him. Yet, when he came home at 4.30 AM in the morning, he saw you waiting up for him at the dining table, his favourite empanadas on the table, nice and warm for him.

"Baby, you have an early shift tomorrow you really shouldn-"

"But I wanted to."

Things only got worse from that point on. Miguel was forced to stay at work after hours. And the part of it he hated the most? You literally wouldn't eat or sleep without him.

"Baby, please. You're ruining yourself."

"I'm fine."

Then came the final straw for Miguel.

Your friend from work called, saying you'd collapsed at work.

Miguel took no hesitation in rushing over immediately. Picking you up and taking you to a clinic immediately.

Apparently you'd been running on too little sleep and too little food.

Miguel took you home, calling his boss and taking a whole week off from work just to take care of you.

He fed you, made sure you got enough sleep, in all honesty you looked horrible. Dark eyebags, bloodshot eyes, pale skin. Miguel hated seeing you this way.

Once you'd finally gained enough strength Miguel was NOT going to hold back on his questioning.

You told him everything, how your ex treated you. How controlling and suffocating the whole thing was.

Miguel held you tight to his chest as you vented to him, he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And you were. You were the most precious thing to him.

From then on Miguel made you promise to be a bit more selfish! No more putting him before you! Soon enough you felt like a different person, so much happier, so much more full of life. And you definitely got your sass back.

And even if you were being a little less selfless now, Miguel was still the center of your world. And you were his <33

#miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #marvel #miguel x reader #hurt/comfort #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman

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indecenthoney · 4 months

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"One Too Many"

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I never really had an eventful life. Not because I haven't lived it, it's just that there is a certain comfort to being at home. I'd love to go to a party with friends, but I'm not the best at talking to randoms. But one random night, just like any other night, I got a call from one of my friends asking me to pick them up. It so happens that my friend wasn't doing so good at this party. I quickly rushed over to pick her up. She smelled of booze; carrying herself in a drunken stupor. My other friend managed to open her phone and call me up. They continued to party while I was tasked to bring her home. Not quite how I wanted to spend my evening but what are friends for? I guess.

"Hey... Dude... We're here... Get out... What do you mean you can't walk? Fuck... Of course, you can't walk... Do you know how shitty your tolerance is with alcohol? I mean... Why the fuck are you drinking? What do you mean don't be mad at you?!? Don't you dare start crying... Ughhh... Okay... Okay... fuck... I'm sorry for shouting at you... Tomorrow I am lecturing you till your ears bleed... Get up... I'll drop you off... Careful... careful... Where are your keys? Uhuh... Alright... If you need to vomit... I left your garbage can next to your bed... Call me in the morning..."

After settling her in, I quickly made my way to the door only to be stopped by a quiet voice. Something that I would usually ignore but quickly followed a barrage of tears and sniffles. How could I leave her alone?

"Nooo, I wasn't leaving... I was just going to grab you some water... What's wrong? Do you need to vomit? No? Thennnn.... why are you crying? You don't wanna be alone... Did something happen at the party that I should know of? There was a guy... and he was hot? And you wanted to bring him home... but you said what? Oh my fucking god... You didn't... No shit that would scare him off... Okay okay... I'm sorry I'm sorry... So you're upset that you screwed it up... It's okay we all fuck up sometimes... What? Dude you're plenty pretty... You'll get another chance... Maybe next time don't drink too many drinks before trying to flirt with someone... Especially if you plan on bringing them home..."

I was jealous. I shouldn't be complaining seeing as how I never made an effort to put myself out there. Plus I wasn't exactly ugly or bad-looking. It's more like a hidden treasure type of deal. Under the scowl and heavy clothing, I had a good smile and I was pretty hot. I just never really had the confidence to show myself off or flirt. What's more, is that I always wanted someone to come up to me and shoot their shot. Hearing her talk about some random guy, irked me. But, I hid away the jealousy and wiped away her tears. Searching through her drawers for some tissue to clean her snot-filled nose. She's such a baby when she's drunk.

"Here... Blow your nose for me... Thank you, good girl... I'm going to grab you some water and I'll be back... Promise... What do you mean you don't want me to leave? You really need to sober up... Yes, I'm not going anywhere... What? C'mon, use your words... What do you need? It's hot? Uhm... then go get changed... Help you? No way... I am not going to help you... Do you even understand what you're asking me right now? Hi hello... It's me... Your friend... That'd be weird... Okay okay... stop crying jeez... I'm going to pick out your pajamas...Alright... I'll just be right there... You can see me still... Ugh, dude... I'm literally a few steps away... Fine okay... You can hold my hand and follow me... Better? Good... Yes yes... the fluffy pajamas I know..."

There was a certain appeal to her vulnerability. Funny enough, it's like seeing Batman cry. A rare event. Seeing her cling on to me was nice. Despite that, I had to steel my resolve to get through what came next. Undressing her. I had her sit down on the bed. Unbuttoning her blouse. Lifting her shirt. And finally, finding myself shaking while unhooking her bra. A little difficult considering my eyes were shut. But it was my weak attempt at keeping my morals in check.

"C'mon put your arm through... There we go... Good... Alright wriggle outta that skirt... It looks uncomfortable... You're making me feel hot... Now... Im going to turn around while you put these on... Help you? You're joking right... You're probably just sober and teasing me now... Why would do I have to help you put on panties? I know you're wobbling but... Fine, let's just get this over with..."

Little whimpers escape her lips; each leg is fitted through her panties. Doing my best to stare at the floor than to look at her bare pussy. My thumb grazing along her thighs. A slight tremble feeds back into me. A glance reveals a newly formed wet spot. Upon release, I found my hands around her soft hips. I look back at her; only to find her breathing heavily unsure of what to do with herself. She quickly places herself atop me without a word.

"H-hey... Uhm... We still have to put your pajama bottoms on... Are you-... Wait... Woah woah... S-slow down... You're just a little drunk... Let's slow down before you regret something... I really don't wanna- Mmmph... Mmm...."

Lips interlocked. Time passes both slowly and quickly. Hips picking up speed to ease the tension. My morality slowly crumbled with each and every kiss. Each and every grasp of her body leading us deeper and deeper into sin. Even if she did initiate, I found myself slowly gaining dominance. My entire body leaning into her; needing more. Wanting more. Even her kisses began to stifle at my relentless assault. She gave off a look of complete submission as if to say anything to ease that burning sensation. But enough with pretty words, all I really wanted to do right now was to fill this room with her pretty little moans. My hands finding their way south; rubbing along the newly formed wet spot. Teasing her. An incoherent and feeble attempt at communication was made. Her protests were brought to a halt with every little slide of my thumb. She soon realized the more she put up a fight, the more I would tease her. No amount of bratting would have gotten her out of that situation.

"You're squirming an awful lot... What's wrong? Oh, is that it? Such a needy baby... You want more? What a greedy little girl... Not enough stimulation? What? Unsatisfied? Because I don't fuck you like how the other guys do? Shove my cock into your pretty little holes until completion? Yeah... We don't do that here... You've never been teased properly before, have you? Well, that's no fun... Why don't we fix that? Listen you can fuck whoever you want... however you want... But you're with me right now... And if you want my attention... you're going to have to listen... Let's see... I'll give you what you want... But on the condition that I get to freely do as I please... And all you have to do is sit there and take it... If you can last three minutes without whining or cumming... You can use me however you want... Do we have a deal?"

Not that she was in any position to decline. It was just amusing seeing her struggle to behave. I don't blame her. Kind of hard to resist when the one thing you've been waiting your whole night to have is just right there in front of you. And you can't do a thing about it. It's like placing a treat on a dog's nose. Lesson being, good pups that wait will get their reward. Her hands cover her mouth. Eyes rolling back with every flick of my thumb. Her pussy dripping wet from all the attention.

"Look at you... Doing such a good job... Why so quiet, love? Does it not feel good? Maybe I should rub a little faster then... There we go... Now I can hear you... What was that? Use your words, girl... Slow down..? Now why would I do that? When you're such a drippy little mess... you're basically forming a puddle under us... Aren't you ashamed? Making such a filthy mess... Almost there, sweetheart... Two more minutes..."

Two hellish minutes which seemed like forever. I can only imagine what's going on in her head. To make things worse, my touch slowly lost its vigor. Strokes of my thumb dwindle to a tiny tap on her needy clit driving her restless. An incoherent babble of words. A slight buck in her hips to rub herself against me. It would seem she wasn't aware of what she was doing at this point. All she knew is that she needed to cum. Ten seconds remain. I'll tell you now that I am a pretty sore loser when it comes to these sorts of deals. Without a thought, I was also nearing my limit. Sliding myself into her. I could quickly feel her warmth envelop me. It was nearly impossible to stop thrusting into her. It felt as if she was cumming with each and every thrust.

"Cumming again? How many times was that? Oh? It hurts? You can take it, sweetie... I'm almost there... Just a little longer, alright? I promise... and while you take a break... I'll use you're pretty little mouth... and we'll go for another round or two, yeah? I know you're shaking... but this is what you wanted, right? To be fucked senseless? Now just stay there and... take it... Be a good girl... and take it... F-fuck... "

I lost count of the number of times I came in her that night. Bent over the desk. All around the bed. The living room. The shower. On the couch. Even in the hallway of her apartment. I wouldn't be surprised if someone saw us. But we didn't care. Or well, I didn't care. By the end of the night, I had her mindlessly moving her hips on my cock. Up and down. Unattentive to how much time has passed. A cock drunk little slut waiting on every little word that escaped my lips. I knew then that life was going to be a little less boring.

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Respectfully,

Honey

#cnc brat #cnc free use #cnc k!nk #attention wh0r3 #corruption kink #degrading k1nk #br33dable #dumb wh0re #free use kink #needy wh0re #intox kink #intox cnc #cnc overstim #dumbification #edging kink #edging and denial #humiliation kink #filthy thoughts #RisquéHoney

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Viren x Aaravos in Season 5

I wrote about Viravos in Season 4 in this post, and now that I've finished watching Season 5, I have so many feelings!

*Under the cut due to spoilers.

Poor Claudia was literally out there fighting for her life to get Aaravos' prison so she could set him free, and Aaravos was just ignoring her so he could talk to Viren. 🤣

Aaravos told Claudia that she had to free him in order to save Viren, but as soon as they got close to the prison, Aaravos was going to complete the spell even before he was released. He wasn't even waiting to see if Claudia held up her end of the deal; he's just like. "Oh look, my husband is finally here after 2 years. Time to make sure he stays alive." 🥰

He didn't even need to save Viren. Claudia was going to release him anyway, and then he could have just pretended that it was too late (especially since it was the 30th day), but instead, his entire focus was on Viren.

I love that as soon as Viren saw Aaravos, he was just like "No" & Aaravos didn't even register the rejection at first; he was just happy, asking, "Where are you going? This is a special day." Like he clearly expected Viren to celebrate with him.

Then, when Viren kept walking away, Aaravos' expression quickly changed to confusion & then anger as he commanded Viren to stop, like "Don't walk away from me!"

Aaravos got over it quickly though, looking happy again when he reached out & said, "You're so close now. We're finally on the cusp of each other's realities." He didn't say, "I'm almost free." He specially talked about both of their locations. He was basically saying, "We can finally be together now," & then he took Viren's arm so he could bring him back to his prison with him.

When Viren said that he would never sacrifice his child, Aaravos replied, "Relax. I wouldn't expect you to harm Claudia or Soren. You will sacrifice your other child." Despite all the crap that Viren has done to Soren over the years, Aaravos still knows him well enough to know that he wouldn't sacrifice one of his children, and he purposely found another way to make this process easier for Viren. 🥺

The "Our child" statement! The look of shock on Viren's face as Aaravos drops the bombshell that he literally created a child for them without Viren's knowledge or consent. He was like, "I wanted a baby with you, so I got one." 😱 Poor Viren.

Then Aaravos was showing images of the "baby" and saying, "Our baby was so cute. And he's grown into quite the strapping young homunculus. Are you telling me you can't see the resemblance? He has my lovely eyes. I'm afraid his voice must be from your side of the family." He was literally like, "This baby is a mixture of us. We made him, and he's perfect" as Viren is just horrified.

"Now he's here for you. And I will show you how to use every drop of his living essence to restore your own life and your future." Aaravos is really out here willing to sacrifice his own child to save his husband. Harsh! 😭

Then he continues with the statement, "The resurrection spell will expire tonight, and you will die. You must make the sacrifice." He was being very forceful with his tone of voice as he pushed Viren towards Sir Sparklepuff. "If you don't, tomorrow the sun will rise, and you will not." Again, the tone was firm as he guided Viren's hands on the blade, like "Tick tock; time is running out. Let's go boo. Get it done."

When Viren said, "No more dark magic, never again! I am done with it. And I am done with you!" Like good for you sweetie! But Aaravos looked so offended, and it was clear that he was thinking "What the f*&k just happened?" before he disappeared:

At the end, when Viren was lying on the grass, yet again Aaravos appeared to him (instead of Claudia, who just lost his prison) and said, "Tomorrow the sun will rise. And you will not." His tone and expression of that same statement from earlier were angry this time, and it was clear that he'd moved onto the anger stage of the break up:

Viren was just trying to escape a toxic relationship, and Aaravos was basically like, "If you leave me, I will kill you." 😫 It's a harsh but realistic ending for this pairing.

Although, I'm not sure that I believe Viren will really die like that. Something tells me that there's going to be a loophole, like Claudia's sacrifice of a leg will be enough to give Viren the "blood of a child" & keep him alive.

I just really want to see Claudia & Soren's faces when they find out that their dad had a baby with Aaravos & Sir Sparklepuff is their half-brother. 😂

Extra: I couldn't resist making these -

#viravos #viren x aaravos #evil husbands #viren #aaravos #sir sparklepuff #claudia tdp #the dragon prince #tdp season 5 #tdp spoilers #my thoughts #memes #as extra #tw: toxic relationships

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Companions (Any you want, but i do request Strong and X6) with a sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? Romance, smut if that's alright (I read the rules, but there wasn't much i could find against it) Please and thank you very much!

Woh...

It’s a very unusual request, at least—

Ok, it's true, I said I'll never do Strong in a romance, and I don't know what I worth in smut... but ... With a Big Horner's horns? How can I genuinely resist?

I can't

But I admit that I have a little difficulty with smut… I had only written one before

I do not know if I will meet your request… if you will like it

Also, I admit that I have trouble finding the right mind set to do this ask, and it also explains a little why I take so much time...

It’s a good request though…

Hope you enjoy reading

(Note that for this one I have suppress Codsworth and Dogmeat.......)

Part 1 - Cait/Curie/Danse/Deacon

Cait : At first glimpse, she shouted in terror when she saw Sole appear in the cage with their massive horns.

She was convinced she was dealing with an unknown species of Deathclaw, and despite her experience as a warrior, she didn't want to beat it with her bare hands.

However, they showed traits that were human.

And Cait's contract was passed on to them.

Cait had a long time to get acclimated to Sole, but she eventually grew fond of her companionship.

In all honesty, she would like to take things farther.

Much farther.

Cait frequently dreams about this large, curved horns.

Cait doesn't like to crave without getting.

Her best approach is to attack, so she basically throws herself at Sole one evening when they make up camp in a reasonably well-protected attic.

Sole actually backs up and attempts to get ride of the young woman, but clearly doesn't want to harm her. Once they manages to mobilize her on the mattress, they expresses their astonishment.

"What's wrong with you?"

"These horns! It's really sexy! I want you to take me, and I want to ride you like a beast."

To say Sole is surprised is an understatement given how unexpectedly Cait threw them out of the blue.

"God, you're even more insane than I expected. So, yes, I am flattered, but I am not a beast. Two, there are many other ways to flirt."

"Name me others!"

"Candlelight supper?"

"How will a candlelight supper give me a good fuck?"

"OK, that's enough. You stay here tonight, I'm going on a walk, and I'll free you tomorrow morning."

Cait realizes she has entirely lost the game, and despite her high on psycho, she falls very steeply on earth.

"I'm sorry," she says sadly.

Sole hesitates with their hand on the doorknob, head between their shoulders.

"Look, Cait, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning with a cool head."

"I really acted like a fool, and I screwed up my only chance of being with the one good person I met in my life!"

Sole lets out a long, deep sigh before turning to the young woman, who is still on her knees after falling on the floor mattress. They approach carefully and kneel before her.

"Let's just say you caught me completely off guard. We'll say you're quite cavalier. I'll admit that I reacted terribly.

"What difference does it make, explanations…"

Sole reaches out and gently touches Cait's cheek.

"I reacted quite poorly. I won't lie and say you're not an interesting woman. I've had, for myselft, maybe indecent thoughts on multiple occasions."

Cait looks up with a mixed expression. She seemed to be trying to understand, to find hope, yet skepticism dances in her eyes.

"Indecent?"

Sole smiles heartily.

"Very indecent…"

Cait raises her head slightly and looks into Sole's eyes.

"How indecent? Will you show me?"

Sole leans in and gently embraces Cait. Even though it is far from Cait's intended assault, she literally melts under the kiss. Her hands come to rest on Sole's shoulders, then one gently rises down their neck, cheek, and eventually hangs one of these unique features that tickles her so much. She heaved a shacking sigh.

Sole doesn't waste any more time on their side, passing an arm behind the young warrior to lie her on her back, caressing her chest.

"I'll show you," they finally reply, their voice raspy with desire.

Curie : The young synth's laughing once again warms Sole's heart. They can't help but be drawn to her fresh and pure personality. They slowly lean towards her at the table, pushing their dish slightly.

"And if not, you never thought of finding a company… in every sense of the word?"

"A company? You mean a companion?"

Sole smiles casually, allowing the young woman to draw her own judgments.

"You know, the only person I feel very deeply about…"

She pauses, blushing intensely as she glances down. Sole tilts their head sideways with curiosity.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"I…indeed…someone very special."

"Danse?"

Curie busts out laughing once more, and Sole feels the last barriers to their heart melt, even if hearing what comes next may hurt them.

"Oh no! None of it! I'm talking about a very remarkable individual. So special that even nature couldn't help but give it a distinct appearance."

"Nick? I am not surprised. He's very charming."

Curie laughs a little more, feeling ashamed this time.

"No, a little more special."

Sole gazes around, amazed.

"I had no idea you had a super mutant affinity. But it's true that Strong is fascinating."

This time, Curie appears to be perched on thistles, writhing in all ways.

"Oh no, Sole. I'm referring to a close and exceptional person who helped me escape isolation and expand my horizons. I'm talking about a person whose life has graced adorable horns that raise a lot of questions but also attracts me."

Sole remains utterly silent in amazement. Even in his wildest hopes, they never imagined they'd be able to entice the synth. It's utterly crazy. Nonetheless, the bright expression on her face when she meets their gaze is undeniable.

"Despite my…difference…you don't feel rebuffed?"

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I am quite excited. Is that the term? I feel quite excited."

Sole's eyes widened with amazement. They would be lying if they pretended not to be excited.

"So…uh…"

They are looking for a way to go deeper, to express themselves more fully, but they are entirely out of words. Curie appears to be lost in her own boldness.

"I recommend exploring feasible possibilities. What do you think?"

"The…possibilities…"

Without further ado, Sole leans close to the young woman and kisses her passionately. She is unable to resist and prolongs the kiss with incredible ardour, sighing under the caresses that accompany the conquest.

Danse : Many thoughts pass through his mind. He attempts to take stock, but nothing comes to mind. His thoughts got entirely invaded by the succubus's naked body in front of him.

He shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the concept of the succubus. It's very disrespectful. Sole is not a demon who seeks his soul.

But the horns!

These horns sparked so many questions.

He fondles these exquisite horns carefully, lost in thought for a few moment.

But Sole delicately bites his neck, immediately bringing his thoughts back to the present moment. He shivers even more, pressing closer to the seductive creature's flawless form.

“Oh Danse,” wimps his friend, who writhes beneath his hands.

"Sole, you are so…perfect."

His hands let go of the magnificent mutation for a time, allowing them to focus on their lover's beautiful curves and chiselled musculature.

“Perfectly horrible," they say with a small recoil, feeling self-conscious.

Danse doesn't let them fall back into their unhealthy doubts, suffocating their words with a passionate kiss as he gently descends his hands into the intimacy that opens up to him.

"Horrible is what we've gone through. You are wonderful."

Sole moans once again as two fingers of Danse are inserted into the most sensitive part of their body, causing them to bow their back in response to their bestial wants.

"Hmm…take me, oh beautiful Paladin."

"No more Paladin at all, but knight at your service, my love."

Sole's gaze is fixed on his own, and Danse feels his lover literally melt in his arms. He slowly turns them on their backs, kissing them on the neck, shoulder, back, and hollow back.

He continues to softly caress Sole's buttocks, which are round and lovely.

"I'm so glad I didn't succumb to my horrible preconceptions the day we met," the fallen Paladin softly whispers. "I would have made the biggest mistake of my life."

He slowly penetrates his lover, allowing time for the other's body to adjust to his member.

“A deadly mistake,” chuckles Sole, but their laughter turns into panting as Danse penetrate them, skimming to find the most comfortable posture.

"Indeed."

Danse immediately grasps Sole's two horns in his hands, leading the charge with renewed fervour, to which his lover's groans reply in bliss.

He can't help but moan with ecstasy as he feels the intimate walls close in on his sex, leaving him panting even before his companion delivers the first jolts.

When they eventually lie down beside each other, breathless, Danse is unable to hold back a wide smile.

"Indeed…"

Deacon : Sole has no way to control their laughter. Deacon fainted from being insulted.

"For someone who has horns on their head, I think you're pretty cheeky."

Sole is taken aback for a moment, wondering if Deacon is joking or genuinely offended. For any response, they just clutch the amazing tail hanging from the agent's lower back.

"You haven't found anything better? But God, it's a true one!"

"My mother was a Deathclaw and my father was a gossip."

Sole laughs so hard this time that their tummy hurts.

"You had a tail surgically placed just to get me in your bed?"

Deacon appears increasingly disappointed as he picks up his tail from Sole. Obviously, he lacks the nerve to control her. However, his falsely insulted expression is funny.

"We do not mock the attributes of others!"

"Come on, my little spy, come here. A guy who can be sliced up for flirting must have some in his pants, and I want to see it for myself."

"My mother should be turning in her grave…"

"Deathclaws have graves?"

"This one, yes."

Sole begins to question whether Deacon is kidding or serious. But somehow, this whole situation is quite thrilling.

"So come and show me what else your mother left you…"

"My other tail, it's from my dad."

"You're insane, but I love it."

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vtforpedro · 5 months

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long life update - TWs in tags

It feels like it's been ages. I'm so exhausted and in a lot of physical pain. Going on two months of it being the worst it's been right after a couple of months of the best it's been. Chronic pain + grief + trying to get help from doctors who should have their licenses revoked + dealing with a shit relationship with my mom + a good, decades-long friendship ending + the ongoing disability process with the SSA + LAW FIRMS.

I'm so fucking tired. I don't remember if I updated that the appeals council decided not to review my case because the 'judge followed the law' except that he didn't. So, as it turns out, my original attorney (and he did not tell me this) before he left, wrote that if they denied me, it should go to federal district court.

I'm now working with a NY law firm to take my case to federal court because my current law firm believes it has merit, and I guess they do, too. That's how fucked the decision was, and I'm glad my initial reaction of bewilderment and anger was spot on lol

The good news is, it should only take another year! ._.

My neurologist is the worst doctor I have ever come across and I'm quite literally stuck with him with nowhere else to go. I wish him upon no one. I'm so tired of calling the SSA, getting documents to them, signing things for law firms, contacting law firms, getting no responses, and contacting them all over and over again. I am in incredible physical pain, like this actively makes my neuro stuff worse. Everything makes it worse. I have autonomic testing in a few days, and idk if I'll get through it b/c I have to stop the meds that keep me out of the ER two days prior, and it scares me.

My relationship with my mom is fractured and I don't feel like family therapy is actually helping. I had to end a friendship with someone I love and care very much about but who was growing too comfortable mistreating me and I was giving them too many passes 😞 I've known them for the better part of two decades.

It's been over seven months since my cat Isis died. I don't know how. It feels like she was here just yesterday. Yet, all the nights I've sat and talked to her and wept are all too real. I miss her more than I can say. She was my soul cat. I keep thinking about tomorrow and how she'd be so nosy getting into EVERYthing when gifts are opened at Christmas. Having to stop her, move her, laugh because she was just so n o s y and it was hilarious. And she's not gonna be here for that ever again.

I'm having a really fucking hard time tonight. It's just hitting me how god-awful this year has been and how I have a bad week to look forward to before even getting to the new year lmao I have to stop taking so many of my medications 48hrs before 1.5-2hrs of testing to see if we can find out Yet Another Thing Wrong With Me but knowing my luck it'll be 'no findings' and the mystery of why my core body temp plummets to 93.9 in the blink of an eye won't be solved until I have suffered juuuuust enough.

It never ends. Never. I want to give up. I'm so tired of doing this. I don't want to anymore. It never. fucking. ends.

I absolutely cannot say it's all been bad, though. I've met incredible, warm, welcoming, giving, kind people this year. Y'all have helped me more than you know and I'm so so so lucky to be able to call you my friends. This year has sucked for so many of us, but I want to say I'm proud of you, and I love you all very much.

My fic is gonna be printed in a hardcover zine early next year. I participated in a Big Bang for the first time and that'll also go out early next year. I'm hosting a tiny event in my tiny fandom server that I'm super excited about. I have a raffle prize to write (bagginshield !!!! SO EXCITED to revisit the og otp) and a Valentine's gift to write for another fandom.

I posted 401,000 words this year and wrote many more unfinished wips, plus a long one (90k) that I am very invested in finishing.

I painted and drew so much this year. I improved a lot, too! I got a couple of portraits printed from inprnt to see how they looked, and it was MY art, and they were GORGEOUS. I thought I would hate seeing my art professionally printed, but no! I almost cried. They looked so lovely.

My cat Lilly had health issues almost immediately following Isis's passing, but she is doing so well right now. She's blossomed into another cat, and while she's not my constant companion, she is with me so much more than she used to be. When she walks onto my desk I am to stop everything and hold her like baby in my arms until she decides that's enough (or I really need to move) lmaaao she's such a goober. My heart cat. <3

I'm not doing well right now--my MH is bad. Especially tonight. But it felt good to write the good things.

I'm sorry for my lack of replies and kinda disappearing. I'm running on fumes. I hope next year will bring physical relief so emotional relief can happen.

For those of you facing difficulties of any kind, I am holding your hand in spirit.

#vtforpedro personal #vtforpedro medical #tw mental illness #tw medical #tw depressing stuff #tw pet loss #I always wish I have something better to write #gonna try to do everything in my power to make that happen next year

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phantom-of-the-memes · 29 days

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Best exam tip you will get!

Just wanted to say this seen as how it's exam season; doing multiple all-nighters in a row will never be worth it.

I'm not even saying this in the sense that your grades will suffer because of this and you do better when you've had sleep (which is 100% true). I'm talking for the sake of your mental and physical health. Grades will never be more important than your wellbeing. I know that can be hard to acknowledge with all the pressure being put on you. But this is coming from someone with experience in this!

Pulling all-nighters to cram was quite literally my study strategy for all of secondary school. I was already dealing with multiple severe mental health problems (in particular depression) before my Junior Cert (Irish exam you take at 15), but studying like this cause it to take a serious down turn. I would be up all night or only sleeping for maximum 3 hours for two weeks straight. This triggered very severe insomnia for the rest of the whole Summer. I didn't even get to rest after my exams. It really broke me and come TY (4th year) my mental health was the worst it's ever been and I required hospitalization. I've needed hospital care for mental health a few times since then as well, but never that bad.

My point is, DON'T DO IT! Sure I got good enough grades in the end, but honestly I could've got the same if not better had I slept and took care of myself. I'll never know if had I not done this, my breakdown would have been less severe, but it couldn't have helped.

Especially if you are in secondary/ high school. Your brain is growing and developing, don't fuck it up. Also girl it's the Junior Cert, chill.

I am now almost finished my undergraduate in college. I never do all-nighters now. I have an exam tomorrow and I'm about to go to bed early. My grades are great!

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Abbott Elementary Episode 4: Smoking!! I lowkey forgot Abbott aired last night till I saw a clip of it on YouTube earlier, I believe lol. I watched it earlier today and did not liveblog it, but I'm here to talk about it a bit now!

Not much though, because it's late and I had a show tonight, and more tomorrow and Saturday lol.

The fact that they were discouraging substances while all actively using substances is hilarious xDDD It's not where I was expecting that to go lol! Idk what I was expecting, but not that xD

I'm glad it really talked about how broken the system is. I hope that kid doesn't get suspended <3.

Also the jokes the kids made about their vices were wild 💀. That dust bowl was out of control XDD Iconic all around though lol

I'm glad Jacob decided to give up vaping lol, good for him :') <3. Out of all of them his was honestly the most actually harmful lol.

Even though I don't love the detail that he vapes (mostly because you'd think being against it would be one of his many liberal policies lol), I really love that it brought back that smoking comment from the pilot!! Also I can totally spin this into a vices from deep anxiety thing which is lovely lol. Also the air bit was hilarious xD

Anyway they're all idiots but I do love them all lol <33

Also Janine was wild with that teacher lol 💀. I do think there were some things she was right about (like. the literal education parts lol) but dang girl xD love that the sub did not care at all lol

Unrelated but I love Jacob immediately blaming Morton for the smoking lol xD

Anyway seeing them all being chill at the end was great xD. Like Barbara trying the oil, Jacob quitting, etc lol. Good for them :).

This episode caught me off guard a bit, especially since I don't use substances, but I kinda like that, once again! This season is really throwing me off my game in the best way possible - we all need to be made uncomfortable sometimes to learn stuff :). This episode it wasn't too much, because I don't disrespect anyone who uses drugs (of the safe kind), but since I don't it's still a view into the other side.

Also Gregory's was so him xD. Honestly all of them lol - Janine's makes so much sense in hindsight (also Gregory's comment to her about like "Did you smoke last night" 💀 XDD iconic lol), Melissa's (and her smoking background - which by the way, the comments about that were funny too lol) made sense, Barbara's was- yeah xD, her lol, we basically already knew about Ava xD. And of course Jacob's is a callback lol! And it does kinda make sense for him, even if I thought he would know. I mean hey, we do things we know are bad all the time lol, and nobody can resist everything. Also I think I'm in partial denial because I don't want him to have gone through what it puts you through lol xD. Anyway, they were all super accurate :D.

I loved this episode!! I thought it was really great and I'm so excited for the next one :D. I am also utterly terrified :). Help me please :'). The title and description are scaring me and I swear to goodness they better be a mislead. I think they probably are but still xD.

Don't break them up please I need them lol

Also I'll just pretend it never happened anyway xD

Oh dang I probably won't be able to see that episode live either- eh we'll deal with that later.

So yeah! I loved the episode :D. I thought it was really great and super interesting :). I'm excited for the next one!

This has been my review for. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 4: Smoking

It was really good :)). I'm really excited to see the next one but y'all I am so scared lol.

I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 5: Breakup

See you guys then!!!

#abbott elementary #ae #oasis's ae chatter #abbott elementary 3x04 #it's gonna be the choir it's gonna be the choir it's gonna be the choir it's gon-#xD #anyway!!#as I said I just did a show (like two hours ago lol) and I have two more ahead soon so I'm gonna head out xD #gonna eat and then go to bed lol #get some rest y'all :))#I love you all :DD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <33!!!!

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penthepoet · 11 months

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ooh tell us about lis and arabash!!! :o what are your favorite things about them? what are they like??? also what are your favorite things about crow?? and do you have any other ocs?? 🖤🖤💙💙

I need whoever sent this ask in to know you are a godsdamn legend and I genuinely hope you find 50 dollars or your country's equivalent on the street tomorrow.

SO SPEAKING ABOUT MY GIRLIES

Qlisaiah 'Lis' Diablis Amaranth

She's my FFXIV OC/Warrior of Light!! I have a literal 20+ page lore document about her and I am highly, highly passionate about her. She's basically the deranged zealot priestess of a scary dragon goddess (Angelus from Drakengard 1) and gets sent on a journey to record the stories of others. Along the way, she takes a major step up in self-love, gains a polycule, founds a kingdom, topples tyrants and more. She deserves the world and I will give it to her. She's inspired appearance-wise by the Female MC from Persona 3 Portable, and inspired personality-wise by various Drakengard characters + Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from FFXV. I gotta post more about her on here now that Twitter is a sinking ship, her story is a ride.

Arabash Lavellan

Arabash is a similar character - they're in different fonts. Arabash is my Dragon Age OC for Inquisition - a blood mage and Dalish elf who basically gets elected the leader of a huge group of mercenaries, to the displeasure and horror of many. She basically goes on to make a lot more enemies and singlehandedly try to dismantle a lot of the systems that kept her held down in place for years and years. She is an absolute menace (affectionate) who takes a lot more work to become a kinder person than Lis and Crow Locke did.

SPEAKING OF CROW LOCKE

What I Love About Crow Locke, the Crow of Memory

They are such an insanely good character it isn't even fucking funny. The way that Crow Locke struggles with atonement - she's hurt a LOT of people back when she was traumatized and working out what that meant for her. A huge chunk of her story revolves around accepting that she fucked up, that not everybody's going to forgive her, but that she can choose to be a better person than she was last. She can change from "a creature that lives for cruelty" into somebody that can bring shelter to the outcasted, justice for the abused, power to those without. I love the deep determination she has to keep going, how even at her lowest and most grieving, she refuses to give up.

She's going to deal with a lot of hardship, and she will cry, and it will hurt her so badly she can barely bare it... but she will make it through, and she will live. She'll live for the people she loved that may not be able to live anymore, and for the human life she lived that wanted to see the world, and for herself first and foremost.

There's a lot I COULD say and want to say, even, but just know they mean a shit-ton to me and there is a huge list of things I love about them.

What Other OCs do you have?

A bunch!

I have a lot of OCs for unfiction/ARG projects, for instance, like Tiernan Poet McCready, who is a silly little autistic knight determined to save others, and The Dreamer, a mysterious figure who has lived multiple lives upon lives.

I have QUITE a lot of OCs for my original works (don't even get me started on the Penverse/Mindscape, that's a WHOLE post all on its own). Conway Riley from Hotel For The Spirits, for instance, is one of the first ones to come to mind.

and for related content too! like my two tabletop campaigns, Persona: The Occult and the upcoming standalone sequel campaign, Shin Megami Tensei: The Goetic.

I've been thinking a LOT about Occult and Goetic lately. Especially, ESPECIALLY the latter as I've been plotting it out for over a year now and it haunts my every thought.

Take, for instance, my pal P.W. Pierrot-Welker from Persona: The Occult. He is a strange little pierrot who lives in an abandoned mall and speaks in an odd lingo. He loves eating moldy oranges and listening to Moog synths, and he was one of the major NPCs of the campaign. The players adored him and so do I.

One of my favorite NPCs in Goetic so far is this girl, Azalea Winthrope. Her death kicks off the story and she is just... an absolute barrel of fun. :')

My main inspirations for her, to get a sense of just how fucking wild this girl is, are Rin Tohsaka from Fate/Stay Night, Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks, Ianthe from The Locked Tomb, and Carmen from Lobotomy Corporation.

Yeah. This Girl Can Store So Much Madness Inside Her.

ANYWAY I LOVE MY MANY, MANY OCS AND YOU HARM NOBODY BY ASKING MORE QUESTIONS AND I WILL BE ALL TOO GLAD TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS ANYBODY MAY HAVE ABOUT MY WONDERFUL LITTLE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

#Crow Locke #lis amaranth #arabash lavellan #persona the occult #smt: the goetic

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calekinnieplus · 9 months

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Hallo. I'm literally gonna pass out the moment I close my eyes, but I can't miss this update. I've read for 3 hours (I was out most of the day, when all I wanted to do was read, rip) and I reached chapter 738. A more meaningful accomplishment is the fact that I finished volume 3!! Officially started reading volume 4!! We're moving FORWARD AYEEEEE

What's there to say today? A lot. I wanna talk in detail about it all, honest. But I'll just skim today, I think. As I said, very sleepy (when am I not, when making these updates. It's like a requirement for me to do these while sleepy lol).

So! Klein engaged in a fight involving demigods! That's right, not just A demigod, but Multiple demigods. Reinette, Shanks, Suah, that crazy angel, Jahn Kottman, Azik and the added bonus of Admiral Blood Senor. Of course, each individual appeared at different times, but the fact that Klein was capable of creating such chaos is undoubtedly AMAZING. HOW did he successfully do that?? I mean, I know how, but HOW??

The Orange Light personally extended an olive branch to Klein and explained some stuff about the gray fog. Useful

Klein fulfilled his promises to bury the Loen soldier and to carry on the dead Nightmare Nighthawk's last wish. He's still so Kind.

Gehrman Sparrow gained an infamous reputation. He's now on the level of pirate admirals, comparable to the Four Kings of the Sea. Arguably, could be the 5th. His adventures left their mark on those around him and it warms my heart to see people remember him for his good deeds.

We have the entrance of Dwayne Dantès! And apparently, he's a DILF. Well done, Klein! /lh

The evil spirit found in the room where Alista did the Sequence 0 ritual is gonna be a huge headache in the future, I can feel it. I wonder where it went off to...

Klein actually got a hug!! Albeit, a greeting hug, but still! A win is a win! Detective Isengard, you have my heart. Please don't die :>

Concerning that, it was lovely to see Sherlock Moriarty reconnect with his companions. I missed you, my boy!! Ian, Sharron, Isengard, love 'em all <33

Speaking of Sharron, she has my respect for dealing with Klein’s ridiculous bullshit. It's not Klein’s fault his fate seems to put him through the most ridiculous adventures, but Sharron going "ok" after Klein dropped crazy thing after crazy thing was the funniest shit y'all. Slay.

Mmmmmm the ideas concerning the theft of the Antigonus notebook are difficult af, but I trust in Klein’s plans. After all, he got out of that demigod royale battle with incredibly few injuries. I wonder who the Nighthawk spy will be 👀👀👀 is it perhaps 👀 a certain poet? 👀👀👀

(I know he'll join the Tarot Club eventually, because Spoilers yay. But I wonder how that'll go down)

"Skim," I said. Uh-huh.

Anyway, considering that I've only read for 3 hours today, quite a lot of stuff happened and I'm failing to recall them all. I want to read what's next so bad, but I have stuff to do tomorrow as well, so :(( I'll see how it goes

Praise the Fool!

#vertigone rambles #lotm #lord of the mysteries #binging lotm #lotm spoilers #lotm volume 3 spoilers #lotm volume 4 spoilers #lotm volume 4

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babypuffinzoe · 9 months

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Hey Angel,

I feel a lot of the things you're feeling now and I know that doesn't help anything but you are not alone in feeling this way and it's a good thing you are able to express how you are feeling.

There are lots of times we don't feel it. At least for me, maybe we're all cases here ha. We are the painter and the painting. We are works in progress and that progress comes in our little steps. Nobody really knows what makes us, us, so how can we really know who we are? For sure you are more than any one thing about you or person in your life. And at least part of who we are is what we try to be and what we try to do, and what we are to those in our lives that matter. And you do try. And I know you try because you're still here despite it all. In fact, not liking yourself can be a sign you want to continue to improve and that's a very positive thing! Though I hope you can like who you are working on becoming. Cause that's what I think life is all about in the end.

Not finding joy in things, feeling like you're just a bother or annoyance, sucking at being social, feeling like you suck and procrastinating at everything are all things I deal with too and I have literally zero advice for. Especially not for feeling wanted and appreciated by others. Sorry. Although chances are we're not really that annoying and we're just talking different languages from the people around us. It's really hard though.

Getting diagnosed helps because knowing means you can identify the patterns are have a strategy for dealing with things but it's still up to us to do the work. Knowing is not the cure. So please don't feel too disappointed. The best I can say on how to get past is try to make a list and cross off something small. And if it's not happening today then hopefully it goes better after a good night's sleep.

This reminds me. I have so much to do I haven't started! Oh well, maybe tomorrow. Right now I'm so mentally and emotionally tired...

You are a wonderful person doing their best and I am proud of you. 🍃

Sorry this was so long! I hope it makes a little sense but these are just my ramblings and I'm not a professional. Just a friend with lots of thoughts who cares about you.

Thank you for taking the time to write this 😊💖 It really helps knowing that there are other people who feel similar to me and that I'm not alone in all of this! I have been reading a lot of books written by Buddhist monks lately and one of the main themes in those is that we are all connected regardless of how we choose to live our lives, what we like, what we believe, etc. I find that quite comforting in a way and it gives me some motivation to keep going. I'm proud of you too for persevering 💖

I am feeling slightly better today and more ready to take on the challenges of life and my brain again haha. I hope you feel better too! And to everyone reading this, if you're struggling right now just know things will change eventually, give yourself the time you need to heal 💖

#asks #sending you all lots of love and hugs #<3 #i hope something good happens for you today #🍃

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666writingcafe · 2 years

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Chaos (The Remix)

Levi: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHASVUBYWEGUIN

MC: What's wrong, Levi?

Levi: Waaaaaiiiit uuuuuuuuuuup

MC: You need to wait up.

Levi: 4RL?

MC: Yes, 4RL.

Levi: IS THIS REAL LIFE?!

MC: Last I checked.

Levi: What am I gonna do, MC?

MC: About what?

Levi: I just might die today. This a totally different dimension of craziness we're talking about!

MC: What happened?

Levi: How am I supposed to contain myself?! TELL ME!

MC: Go in your aquarium.

Levi: I used up ALL myy happiness for the rest of my LIiFE!

MC: Are you drunk?

Levi: My hands are shaking for crying out loudd.

MC: Great. You're on drugs. Even better.

Levi: Plz at least prraaise me for being able to type.

MC: No.

Levi: Prraise me!

MC: Your typing's a mess.

Levi: I can't help it! If you found out what happened your teeth would start chattering from excitement!

MC: So, tell me what happened.

Levi: Look at this!

Levi: *sends blurry picture of him holding a ticket*

Levi: Finally! IT'S HERE! FINALLY! My ticket to the Sucre Frenzy live show!

MC: That's literally all you had to say. I received mine in the mail today, too.

Levi: Mine comes with a pass to the handshake event!

MC: Mine didn't. I just got the ticket to the secret show.

Levi: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Levi: I CAN'T

Levi: I JUST CAN'T

MC: Congratulations.

Levi: Thanks, MC. Man, buying all those CDs really paid off. This is a show I've really wanted to go to.

Levi: I've noticed something though.

MC: Other than the ability to type properly?

Levi: I couldn't care less what people think of my otaku-ness, no matter where I am. I'm an otaku inside and out. You better believe I'm prude of it!

Levi: PROUD! PROUD OF IT! GAH, STUPID AUTOCORRECT!

MC: That's what you get from keysmashing your phone.

Levi: Ugh, now you probably think I'm a prude.

MC: No more than I am.

Levi: ...Sorry, got a little outta hand there for a second. To be honest, I'm CRAZY hyper right now.

MC: Obviously.

Levi: Think about it, I got a ticket to the live show AND a pass to the handshake event.

MC: I know.

Levi: I'm in a rut though. I don't have normie clothes to dwell among the normies out in the real world. I've been using all my money on my otaku hobbies. Also, part of me really doesn't want to borrow clothes from someone like Asmo.

MC: What about someone like me? I have plenty of plain t-shirts you could borrow.

Levi: We're different sizes.

Levi: At this rate, I won't be able to show her my face!

Levi: So, here's the deal. We've got a top-secret co-op mission. I gotta go buy normie clothes for the event.

MC: Using money you don't have.

Levi: Ignoring that, I'm not really that savvy on normie stuff. That's why I want you to come with me to Majolish.

MC: Okay. I'll go. I've been wanting to check the shop out, anyway.

Levi: *whoo sticker*

Levi: This is perfect! You're a real pal, MC. Gratitude. Pure gratitude.

Levi: *sparkling eye sticker*

MC: You're welcome.

Levi: I'll remember this for the rest of my life!

MC: Doubtful, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Levi: Leave tomorrow open, okay?!

MC: Okay.

Levi: Our goal is to raise my social status through fashion. And...

MC: And?

Levi: I'm looking forward to hanging out with you, too.

MC: Well, this is quite the character development moment for you. I'm proud of you.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 3 months

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Wreckless - Rhys' Floppsy

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Insider tip... I wasn't nearly as tired last night as I told Rhys I was.

Emmett and I had fun... with a capital F.U.N. after they left.

We're getting really in sync now.

I feel like he knows me and my body really well and knows exactly what buttons to push when.

The fact that we're so in sync outside of the bedroom or by the pool again... is even more special and important but I am loving both right now.

He was rough as hell with me this morning and I loved it.

Unfortunately I have to be Finnegan this morning.

I need to do a bit of work so I'll be free the rest of the day and I'm going to see if I can manage to stay here at the beach a bit longer.

I put on a t-shirt to go with my boxers and start the coffee pot.

I want to work down here but I'll get distracted... best to sit at a desk.

I fill my mug, leave it on warm for Emmett and head back upstairs.

Two hours later I go to the window and open the curtain.

The sun is up and it looks gorgeous out... the sky has those little puffy white clouds that always look fake floating through it.

Good news is... I don't have to be in the office Monday or Tuesday so I head downstairs to tell Emmett.

"Hey, darling."

He's spread out on the couch watching 'Hoarders'.

That show literally makes me itch.

He's doing it with his hair in a bun which has become my favorite thing lately.

He has on a white tank top and shorts so faded that they're almost white and he looks like a complete beach bum and sexy as hell.

I plop down beside him.

"Hey Emmett. So, good news."

He pulls me closer which I never... ever mind.

"Tell me."

"We don't have to leave until Tuesday, at least. Maybe if we get really lucky I can do another day or two at the office next week and we can come back."

He looks happy but not quite as happy as I expect.

"I have to be at the garage on Monday, darling. I thought we were leaving tomorrow morning. You said Saturday to Saturday."

Oh, that.

"Megan rented it for two weeks. I just need to let her know if I need it for longer. Can you call Peter and get a few extra days?"

It's Peter, how can it be a problem?

"I could, Finn but I can't. I have bills to pay and before you..." he holds up his hand.

"Before you offer to pay them, no. I'm not letting you do that. You should stay longer though if you can. We will sort out the car situation, maybe I can go back with Quincy and Rhys."

No. What? Why?

"No, if you leave, I'm leaving Emmett. I don't want to be here without you."

"Then Sunday it is. So, Quincy and Rhys may be here shortly so we have two days left. What would you like to do?"

"More of last night before we leave, please. And uh... I hate to ask this but my parents want to meet you. Do you mind saying 'hello' on video-chat?"

He looks apprehensive.

"The hating to ask makes me nervous but no... I don't mind."

I didn't mean it that way, it just seems like a big deal but I met his dad and step-mom in person so he probably doesn't think so.

I need to be Finnegan when we do it and here, at the beach, that isn't happening much.

"Sunday evening?"

"Sure. As long as I don't have to wear a suit... I'll be there."

He kisses my temple and wraps his arms around me.

"Thank you for not fighting me on leaving."

I kinda pushed it with the appliances, I know that.

Plus he took some rent money and let me pay for the beach house.

Not that I mind, I would gladly pay his weekly salary so I can spend the time with him but I get it, it's a lot.

I crane my neck around to see him.

"Just remember this next time I do something nice. You won this round."

He raises his eyebrows and I turn back around.

I think he considers saying something but changes his mind and it seems we've decided to drop the subject.

"As much as I like you in boxers, you might wanna put shorts on before company arrives."

Shit, he's right.

It's emotionally painful to pull myself out of his arms and off this soft couch.

As I walk upstairs I realize that I can relax and be Finn again.

It took so much work to turn him off this morning that I'm not quite sure I can go back quite yet.

I need to though.

Rhys will want me to be in little head-space and we're leaving in just two days.

It sort of seems like I need to stock-pile all the happy I can because the next two months is going to be rough.

There will be no vacations.

There won't even be weekends.

As much as I'm enjoying all the sex... I'll be lucky to get half this much once I go back.

I walk out onto the balcony to check the temperature and it's hot.

Really hot.

I decide to just put on swim trunks since we'll probably end up in the pool soon.

The doorbell chimes and I have no doubt who it is.

A second later someone is running up the stairs.

He knocks but then barges right in.

"Finn."

"Hey Rhys."

He has on swim trunks and a backpack and dangling from his hand by one poor ear is an adorable bunny.

This must be the infamous Floppsy from last night.

He walks right over to me as Quincy goes down the hallway and into their room with a suitcase.

"Are you okay Finn?" he asks, cocking his head to the side.

"I'm fine, yeah."

"No, you're not Finn. Why not?"

He plops down on the bed and puts Floppsy in his lap.

"I had to work this morning and I'm just..."

I run my hand through my hair because I don't know.

I mean, if anyone would understand it should be him but I don't want to fuck with his headspace either.

"Oh. You should do something fun then. Do you want to play?"

My heart's not quite in it but...

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

He smiles and pulls his backpack off.

"I brought my coloring books and markers, wanna do a picture?"

That I can probably handle right now.

"Sure."

I'm thinking we should go to the table but he's already jumped down to the floor and is dumping out his backpack.

"Are you a good drawer, Finn? Can you do me some pictures?"

I'm decent, maybe.

Enough for Rhys when he is in his little headspace, anyway.

"Sure, whatever you want."

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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I 100% relate abt the school stuff bc I'm literally dying with all my uni assignments rn

WHY IS UNI SO HARD.

anyways, hope life gets better for you!

so unfortunately, about my problems, it is about the girl that comes unannounced. she's been making my life hell for the past week and it's Monday tomorrow so *sigh*, I gotta go back to my hostel and face that bitch again.

ok so I'mma try to make this as short as possible but really, I don't think it's possible.

so the girl right (we'll call her A to not make you confused), like I said, is my housemate's friend. she's been inviting A to stay in our house ever since last, last thursday like that even though A literally lives a floor above us.

at first I'm like, fine. whatever. not a big deal even though I'm not a fan of it but bro istfg-

these bitches started making noises in the middle of the night (and when I say middle of the NIGHT, I mean 1-5 am which is technically early morning but you get what I mean.) even my other housemate has started joining them and bc of this, ever since last week, I've been waking up randomly at early hours bc of their laughter or just the smell of them cooking in the kitchen (my room is quite literally next to the kitchen).

one time I was so fed up, I literally called my housemate from my room with my phone bc I'm too lazy to get out of the room and asked her in a tone that obviously SCREAMS I'm pissed off, "do you know what time it is?" AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO ANSWER LIKE "it's 1.40" LIKE BRO THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY A RHETORICAL QUESTION💀. once I asked her to keep it down, the house went silent as if no one else was living there. but the damage was done. it took me a long time to sleep back.

even my other housemate (we'll call her P) is so fed up of these girls. she's literally my only ally rn. she's the only person I could talk to about all of this. I have another housemate but she mostly minds her own business and don't dare to take action. so me and P talked about this and she told me that when she was at campus, she saw one of our seniors who's in the student council. this senior and her friend mainly takes care of all hostel matters. so P told her everything- how my housemate brought A and let her stay in our house for more than a week, how A laughs like she's been possessed in the middle of night, how A would make a mess every single night in the hall and the kitchen and wouldn't bother to clean up- basically everything.

ofc our senior agreed and promised that she'll talk to them about it. so my housemate who's the cause of all this is in the volleyball club and so are the seniors. so according to P's friend, during the volleyball training, the seniors scolded my housemate regarding this matter until she CRIED. I have no idea what exactly happened- me and P just heard it from someone else but yeah, when my housemate came back, she wasn't cheerful as usual and when P asked her what happened, she just said that she was tired.

our seniors told us that if A STILL stayed the night in our house, immediately send them pictures and let them know so that they'll take actual serious action (like, telling the warden)

and guess what.

ding ding ding! A STAYED.

she stayed and made herself at home so much that I woke up at 5 in the fucking morning bc of her laughter. even after getting scolded to the point she cried, my housemate STILL invited her friend in! so I messaged P to get her camera ready.

around 7am like that, I got out of the room and the first person I bumped into was P. she showed me all the mess A did and told me that she has already sent all the pictures to our senior. she even took a picture of A sleeping in our house as proof.

so yeah, basically that's it so far. the warden could've come during the weekends and solve this but literally all of us went back home during the weekends so this matter will only be solved this week, hopefully. if this bitch A still lives in my house...girl, I'm moving out and will just take the LRT every day to class. it'll be a bother waking up early and stuff but anything's better than living with that hoe. I'm typing this during Sunday night and am dreading to go back tomorrow but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ less than a week and October's ending so.

reaaaaally sorry to dump this long ass ask on you btw but yea, hope you're doing well

can we call "a" asshole?

ALSO NO MY TULIP YOU NEED YOUR REST WTH

YOU NEED TO BLOSSOM

I swear if I had a spare room I would give it to you no questions asked iofjeifjigjwjgijwif I hope you're okay now bby..

can you sleep better now?

AND WHY DOESNT YOUR HOUSEMATE JUST GO TO ASSHOLE LIKE IFJIFJWEJFIWJF HUH

instead of bothering you and p and the silent one, these two could literally just go downstairs like is that so hard?!?

I hope it gets settled then.

-your concerned diamond </3

#we stand P in this household #have lots of rest my precious 🌷#🌷 anon #my beautiful 🌷#🌷tulip #🌷#my blossoming 🌷

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