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certifiedwhore4slashers · 11 months

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Death Follows

pairing(s): dark!harry potter x reader, ron x hermione

summary: harry, your best friend, has been acting odd lately, very odd, deciding on one occasion to follow him, leads to your demise.

warnings: obsession, yandere, implied murder, blood, manipulation(slightly), perverted behavior(not from Harry), possessive!harry, toxicity, etc…

reader is pretty much gender neutral since I don’t describe any feminine pronouns or masculine pronouns, or feminity.

also this au has been in my mind a little bit lately lol. obviously everyone is 18+ in this. keep that in mind. dark themes ahead.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so worried for Harry. He was your best friend and nonetheless, something obviously was going on with him.

“Y/n, calm down, Ron said.”You’ve been worried this whole week.” “Look, haven’t any of you noticed that he is well, distant? Doesn’t tell us much? You ask. “I have but, maybe he’s going through stuff and coping with the whole dark lord thing, having to defeat him is a lot, Hermione pointed out.

“True, You say.”I guess. But, I still-“ Ron groaned, you couldn’t help but form a smile as it was kind of funny.”I’ll shut up now, Ron. At least about Harry.”

“Good, Ron replied, wrapping his arms around Hermione, they had been dating for four months now. You couldn’t be more happier for them.

“Where are you going? hermione asks. “Nowhere! You lie. Hermione rolls her eyes. “He said not to talk about it anymore! You say, outsmarting Ron.’

You walk a bit louder than you should have. At Hogwarts, Quietness was rare, and noise was frequent. Also a lot of chaos.

“Where is he? You murmur, trying to find Harry. You were so in love with him you’d be willing to do anything for him.

Sure, this could be because of the amount of pressure he has to stop Voldemort. But there had to have been something else.

Harry, was a introvert indeed, but this bad and distant? That didn’t seem like himself. When you spot him, You secretly follow. Maybe this was stalking or out of pure obsession, you weren’t obsessed with him, just in love, that was all.

You only followed his footsteps as you went to see where he went. Maybe you shouldn’t have. After all, curiosity kills the cat. But this was out of concern for your best friend, who you’ve grown up with pretty much.

You were doing the right thing weren’t you? Harry suddenly turns around and you hide. You almost had been caught. Almost. You were scared of what would happen if you were caught by Harry. Especially since he was more aggressive. That wasn’t like him. This whole situation was odd itself.

You probably would find that it wasn’t as concerning as you thought it was, or completely different to the scenario in your mind. You hoped it wasn’t the scenario you pictured in your mind.

Calm down, you’re overthinking, You thought. And yet, I feel drawn to this whole thing. What’s wrong with me? Am I truly becoming obsessed?

You were more than filled with self doubt, but you prioritized helping Harry with whatever he needed. Of course, only if it was good. Not if his intentions were corrupt.

You weren’t like that at all. And when you finally stopped where Harry stopped, but hiding a bit further so he didn’t see you, you didn’t find anything interesting, much to your dismay but relief as well.

You chuckle softly, for a moment you thought he was working with Voldemort. How silly of you to think such things.

You begin walking back to your dormitory, it should’ve been a short and swift walk, if you didn’t bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry, You apologize. “Don’t be, He winks, and in a suggestive tone. Already, making you feel uncomfortable.”Where did you come from?”

“Um, I was just looking for my friend, couldn’t find him, You lied. “What a shame, The ravenclaw said. You would’ve been surprised if it had a hufflepuff.

Truthfully, Every house had bad people in it. “I better get going…. You say. “I recognize you, He says.”Y/N right? The chosen one’s friend?” He said that as if you were more than that. Which you weren’t, unfortunately.

“Yes, now can I get through? You ask, a bit more sternly and assertive. You weren’t going to get out of this mess unless you did something. And you normally didn’t like doing that. You hated confrontation.

“Oh sure thing, can I walk you to your dorm? He asks. “Sure, I guess, You say nervously. He says his name and you say yours. As awkward as it is, maybe the feeling of someone actually being into you was nice.

Though, you knew his motives were anything but nice. Still, you’d never let it take that far. “Here is my dorm, You smile.”I hope I see… you around.” “You definitely will, He winks, leaving you to your dorm.

It wasn’t a good way either. He’d probably ask you out on a date eventually. “y/n, what did you find? Hermione asks. “Not much, You say.”But, before you say I told you so, I know he is hiding something.”

She sighed.”You are too in love to think logically, Y/N.” You scoff.”I’m not in love with him! I found someone!”

“You did? Both Ron and Hermione say in unison. The common room was empty somehow, making things better.

“Mhm, that ravenclaw guy or something, said his name was Bastian or something.”

Hermione groaned.”Y/n, he’s an asshole who’s only using you for sex!” “I know, and I’m not letting him use me, U just met him, doesn’t mean anything, You defended.

“Thank god, Hermione said. “I heard he’s hot though, Ron said. “Not the point, You say. Ron laughed and so did you.

“Ron, you have something to say? You joke. Hermione looks over, smirking. Ron blushed.”I’m not gay! I love ‘Mione!”

“Cute nickname, Hermione smiled, sitting beside him. “To be fair, he didn’t come up with it first, You smiled.

You looked proud and smug, as you had come up with it in Year 1. Hermione loved it and it stuck ever since. Though, it was a nickname only her closest friends, you, Ron(her boyfriend now), and Harry.

It got darker, and by the time you were in bed, you hear noises coming from the Common Room. So, much to your curiosity, you go downstairs to the common room. Relieved, You say,”Merlin, Harry, I thought you were something else.”

“No, just me, Harry said calmly.”You thought I was Voldemort or something?” “No, you laughed.”You came in really late. Won’t you get some sleep?”

“I’m not that tired, Harry assured you.”You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.” “I think I do, You tease.”You need someone to look after you, Harry.”

He smiles.”Always putting everyone’s needs over your own, typical of you.” “It’s kind of how you are, You say.”Selfless, caring…” He sighed, plopping himself down on the couch.

“Harry, I’m worried for you, okay? You say, sitting beside him.”What’s going on?” “It’s nothing, he says. That’s a lie, you knew.

“Harry, I know that’s a lie, You say.”And…” you stop, looking down to see blood all over his clothes. You stand up.”Harry, what did you do?”

Confused, He asked,”What do you mean?” “Did you fall or something? Hurt yourself? You’ve got blood all over, You say nervously, about to pull your wand out when Harry took action quicker.”Expelliarmus!”

He disarmed tour wand, making you taken aback. Why did he do that? You weren’t a threat by any means. Pulling out your wand he probably assumed you’d hurt him or something.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I… I’m just a bit scared, okay? I need my wand to-“

He grabs it before you do. His demeanor, you just knew changed. “I’m not giving it back until I can trust you, Harry said sternly.

“God, you sound like my father, give it back! You say, reaching out for it but not succeeding.”And what makes me untrustworthy?”

“The fact you’re questioning me, and immediately go to your wand! Harry said. “Shh! They can hear you! You say, when he grabs your wrist, making you jump.

“You really want to know? He asks, his tone angrier than you’ve ever heard from him. You nodded nervously, more so afraid. This side of him you’ve never seen before.

Pulling you closer to him, Harry whispers in your ear,”I killed that creep.” “No… You say.”He wasn’t a creep. And how did you know?”

“I knew you followed me, and I saw it, Harry added.”I’m not as stupid as you might think, y/n.” “Okay, then what were you doing? You ask.”I know you’re hiding something, Harry.”

“Feeling bold, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, You reply, your voice filled with venom and a bit more confidence as you spoke. You never felt so confident in your life. But you had to hide your fear and intimidation of Harry.

“Alright then, Harry smirked.”I didn’t exactly lie about defeating Voldemort.” “Okay… You say. “I already killed him, he continues.”Which that makes me the new Dark Lord.”

“What? You say.”Okay, Maybe your trauma made you-“ His hand was wrapped around your throat, not choking you but he could.”I’d rather you keep your mouth shut about this.”

You somehow whimper and nodded. He lets go.”Good.” “I have a feeling there was more to murdering that ravenclaw, You whisper.

“The fact is, you’re mine, and I just made sure he knew, Harry said possessively. This side of him scared you.

“What are you going to do as the Dark Lord?”

“Destroy those who wronged me and the people I love, obviously.”

#harry potter x reader #yandere harry potter #dark!harry #dark!harry potter #yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsession #tw yandere #ronmione #harry potter au

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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angst: nat cheats on reader… reader sees nat move on with her new lover

Broken Love

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Things haven’t been the same for you since the snap. Natasha grew more distant by the day with no excuses, leaving you to question your worth to her.

AC: Let’s pretend this was posted on Tuesday, thank you! Enjoy!! X

Since you started dating Natasha you never ever thought you'd be standing in front of her right now asking her this question. From the start Natasha has always made you feel on top of the world, never letting you doubt yourself or allow those horrible thoughts you have about yourself to take over your spirit.

She never failed to make you feel truly loved, cared for and wanted. Whenever you were sick, she was there with a warm tea or running you a warm shower, whenever you were having one of your bad days, she reminded you how important you were to her and would hold you close while you cried in her arms. Natasha truly was the person who made your heart skip a beat, the one who warmed your cheeks up whenever she'd wrap her arms around you, the one who helped build hope within you when she'd tell you how beautiful and smart you were.

So why was it, with all these wonderful things, you were questioning her intentions?

After the snap, something in Natasha changed. She could come home later, she'd be gone before you woke up in the morning, she'd barely touch you, kiss you or talk to you, sometimes she'd made the effort to leave the room the moment you walked in. At first you let her behavior slide knowing she was most likely still grieving for her best friend, Clint. But as the weeks went on, she grew more and more distant and eventually you were living in the shared apartment alone.

"Nat, please…talk to me…" you begged with teary eyes. She couldn't look at you, her eyes stay glued to the tips of your shoes. "Did I do something to make you upset? Did something happen that I don't know about?" you asked. Natasha's jaw clenched at your last question, "what is it? What don't I know?"

"Y/n, just drop it. I've told you, things are the compound are just a lot right now" Natasha's eyes finally looking at yours for a couple of short lived seconds.

"I can't" you shook your head lightly, "I just want to know the truth Nat…" you added.

"The truth? You don't believe me? Do you know how much bullshit we had to do since the snap? Since Thanos? You know, not everything is about you right now." She snapped, her brows frowning.

The built-up tears in your eyes finally falling as you confront her with your suspicions.

"I can smell her perfume on you, Nat"

Natasha froze, her eyes searching yours for a hope you were just being silly, "wh-what are you talking about?" she asked.

"Please don't make me do this Natasha… I just…I need to know…have you been sleeping with her?"

The room went silent, Natasha's eyes flickered away, she chewed her bottom lip slightly before taking a seat on the sofa. "Yes" she broke, barely keeping her eye contact with you, "I did" she added. Your heart dropped at her words, you tried to hold back your tears, but it was pointless. "W-who is she?"

"It doesn't matter, Y/n…I shouldn't have done it"

"It does matter, Natasha" you took a deep breath, "it does matter, who is she?"

Natasha looked down at the coffee table in front of her, "it's Carol"

"Carol..." you repeated the name, "how long?"

"Y/n, please don't do this, don't ask these questions"

"How long, Natasha" tears now heavily running down your cheeks.

"Baby, it doesn't matter. It's over between her and I, I promise"

"Natasha just answer the damn question" you snapped.

She sighed, "it happened three times since the snap" she replied, again her eyes flickered away from yours. "When did you last see her?"

"I last saw her before I came home tonight but the last time, we…it was" she paused and stood from the sofa taking a couple of steps closer to you, "it doesn't matter" she spoke.

"Don't touch me!" you stepped back away from her open arms, "This whole time I thought it was me that did something, that I might have upset you!"

"I know baby… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happened, it was a mistake" she pleads.

"No Natasha… a mistake happens once, not three fucking times!"

"You're right, I'm sorry, I really am. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm a fucking idiot, I've hurt you and I can't forgive myself but please…let me fix this"

You shook your head at her words, "Nat, this isn't something you can just fix with your sweet talk and affection! I can't trust you" you turned your back to her making your way to the bedroom. Natasha followed, her heart ripping out of her chest "Where are you going to go?" she asked as you pulled out the small suitcase from the wardrobe.

"That's none of your business" you mumbled as you started to pack some of your clothing.

"Baby please don't go; we can work through this. We'll go to couples counselling, I'll cut all connections with her, I can't lose you" she closed the lid of your suitcase when you tried to put your clothing inside. "You should've thought about that before you decided to fuck Carol three times!" You snapped, pushing her hand away. "You're upset, you have every right to be, I fucked up, but I know you still love me" she watched you gather more of your belongings.

"I can't believe you did this to us, to me! After everything we've been through, you do this? And for what? Why did you do it?"

"I-I don't know… it just happened…I have no excuse"

"So, you didn't even think about me while you were with her?"

Natasha didn't reply. The sound of your suitcase being zipped up was the only sound that killed the silence, "I didn't think so" you blinked your tears down your cheek once more. "Don't go" Natasha reached for your left arm. "I need space, I think it'll be best if you just left me alone" you looked at her one last time before walking out with some of your things. Leaving Natasha to slump herself down on the end of the bed with her head in her hands only to break into tears when the front door closed.

You went to the only person who knew you well enough to understand you. Knocking on her door at 11:32pm, your suitcase behind you and your eyes sore from crying, she answers.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Concern quickly washes over Wanda's face.

"S-she cheated on me Wands" you broke once again. "Oh honey" Wanda pulled you in for a tight hug, "come inside" she spoke when it started to rain. She grabbed your suitcase for you and took it to the guest room as you sat yourself down on her sofa.

"Here" she spoke softly, offering you a box of tissues before she sat down next to you, wrapping her right arm around you as you laid your head comfortably in her lap. "What happened?" she asked.

"S-she said she slept with Carol three times" you replied as more tears filled your eyes, "she didn't even try to give me an excuse for why it happened" you added. Wanda gently rubbed your bicep as you cried in her lap. "I'm so sorry sweetheart" she said softly before brushing the locks of hair out of your face. "I love her so much Wands, but she's broken my trust" you sobbed.

"It's okay honey, let it out" she kept gently rubbing your bicep.

You cried until sleep took over you and eventually you fell asleep in Wanda's lap. She stayed with you until she knew you were deep in sleep before carefully placing a cushion under your head and getting a thick warm blanket from the guest room to cover you.

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In the morning, Wanda was careful not to wake you as she made herself a mug of coffee and some breakfast, soft snores came from her living room as you were still deeply asleep, even the knocking on the front door did nothing to you.

"Nat, what are you doing here?" Wanda stepped out of the house, closing the door over slightly. "Is she here? Y/n, is she here?" Natasha asked. "She is but she's asleep and I don't think she wants to see you at the moment" Wanda replied sternly. "Come on Wanda don't be like that. Don't keep me from her. I know I hurt her, I know I fucked up but it's our business, not yours"

"I heard what you said to Carol, Natasha" Wanda crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah, what was that? That we shouldn't have done what we did?" Natasha frowned.

"You said Y/n wouldn't find out, that she was too in love with you to even notice you were lying to her. Now you and I both know you and Carol have been seeing each other more than three times, so I think it's best that you give Y/n space and let her come to you whenever she's ready" Wanda tilted her head slightly to the left.

"What do you think is going to happen when she finds out that you already knew about it and never told her huh? If you want to play hero Maximoff, you've picked the wrong time to do so" Natasha cocked an eyebrow.

"I didn't know, actually. But after Y/n explained it all last night, it made sense. I've seen the way you and Danvers look at each other, I've seen the sneak aways and coming back 20 minutes later. How you could be so stupid, I don't know. All I do know is that you've crushed her and you being here right now would do more harm than good. Now I suggest you get off my property"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "just tell her I need to talk to her" she said before walking away from the front door. "Oh, and Natasha, I will tell her the truth. She deserves to know" Wanda replied as Natasha was walking. "If you do that, she's never going to talk to me again!" Nat snapped as she turned to face Wanda again. "Well, you had your chance to tell her last night and you still lied, I won't lie to her" Wanda said before closing the door on Natasha.

Wanda didn't want to wake you to tell you that Natasha just dropped by, she let you sleep for as long as you needed while she did some gardening out back to keep from waking you.

When Wanda came back from the snap, she moved out of the compound and brought a large family like home in Westview. She wanted a break from being an Avenger, some time to herself to really process her life since Pietro and like Natasha, she too lost her closest friend, Vision. Wanda quickly fell in love with the normality of her new life, she made friends with her neighbors, she got time to watch her favorite sitcoms and discover new ones which the box set would sit proudly on her DVD display, the walls of her house had photos of those she loved and cared for. Unfortunately, there weren't any of her parents or Pietro, but she made do with buying objects that reminded her of them.

"You've done a great job out here Wands!" you smiled as you held a warm mug of coffee.

"Good evening to you" Wanda looked up from the roses and smiled, "did you sleep well?"

"Surprisingly I did, thank you" you replied before taking a seat at her outdoor table, "I'll start looking for an apartment today and try find something quickly so I'm not in your hair"

"Oh, no, please, stay as long as you need. The guest room is yours for however long you need" Wanda took her gardening gloves off and placed them on the table before taking a seat herself. "Thanks Wands, you're the best" you sipped your coffee.

"I need to tell you something, it's about Nat" Your heart felt like it broke once again at the sound of her name. "She stopped by while you were asleep, she wanted to talk but I told her you were asleep and that you probably needed some time" Wanda started, "I didn't want to say anything last night because you were already so upset and I really don't want to make things worse for you but you need to know, I don't think it was just three times" she adds with a sorry look.

"Oh" you swallowed the lump in your throat, "did you know?" you asked looking into her eyes.

"No" she shook her head, "at the time I didn't think that was what was going on. If I did, I would've said something, you know I would've. But after you told me everything last night, it played on my mind"

There was a moment of silence as you processed Wanda's words.

"Di-did she look happy?" you asked.

"I didn't look at them long enough, I just noticed the way they started to look at each other then it was the random leaving for moments and coming back flustered. I just thought they were doing something stupid to joke around with the boys…if I noticed sooner –"

"It's okay, Wands…I know, you would've said something" you felt the tears build up in your eyes once more, "I'm going to have a shower" you stood from the table, leaving your coffee behind as you walked to the bathroom.

Warm water ran down your body as you sat at the bottom of the stream, your knees to your chest as you cried. Memories of Natasha and you once being so happy flooded your mind now turned into questions of "was she just with her before she came home?", "was she this happy because she just slept with her again?" All these thoughts soon led to "what was wrong with me?" Questions like, "did I do something wrong?", "was she not attracted to me anymore?", "was she no longer happy?". Even the sound of the shower couldn't cover the sound of your sobs as Wanda walked past the bathroom to get her phone from her bedroom.

She hated to see you broken, she herself was furious at Natasha and Carol but knew her anger wasn't helpful to the situation. You needed a friend, somebody who you could trust, and she was that person, even if it frustrated her more that she had to keep herself some telling Natasha her true thoughts.

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It was months before you'd be able to see Natasha again, a few texts here and there was the little communication you gave the Russian spy. Wanda collected more of your things from the building you once called home and encouraged you to see Natasha just one more time, to really talk and sort things out. The pain in your heart didn't seem to get easier, even with time apart from Nat, it still felt fresh. Thoughts of yourself worth would dawn on you during the early hours of the morning between the tossing and turning, trying to keep the images of Natasha and Carol flashing through your mind.

Deep down you knew that seeing Natasha was something that needed to be done, for some sort of closure. Many times, during the week you tried to send her a simple text asking to meet with you but every time your thumb hovered of the send button but never landed on it. Instead, you decided to just go to her. Maybe catching her off guard you would get the truth to your questions, not giving her any time to think of little lies to make the pain hurt less.

The compound felt differently as you walked down the halls, following the sounds of loud laughter coming from the main living room. Your stomach turned with every step that led you closer and closer to the laughter before catching the drop of your already broken heart as your eyes locked onto the scene before you.

Natasha sitting across Carol's lap as the two proudly showed off photos from the photobooth taken at a carnival. Nobody noticed your standing in the door frame, watching the two Avengers laughing at the faces they pulled in their photos. One of Carol's arms draped behind Natasha's neck while Nat's arms wrapped free around the blonde. You knew that talking to Natasha now wasn't going to go as planned, so, slowly, you turned on your heels and walked away.

Leaving the woman you loved behind knowing she was happier with somebody else.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel

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stardustizuku · 1 year

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Why Miraculous LadyBug Is the Worst Thing To Happen To Magical Girl Genre in All Its History.

It would be easy to sit here and tell you all the logical reasons why Ladybug is a bad show. It has horrible pacing, it has low stakes, repetitive episodes, and a dialogue that is cringe worthy enough to get its own tiktok sound.

But saying that, would be beating a dead horse at this point. Everyone knows this show is a bunch of wasted potential, only made worse by a director who keeps thinking he created gold, when in fact he messed up in a lot of areas – particularly the fact that he’s a grown man who thinks he knows what little girls want.

I’m not here for that.

Particularly, because I can be quite forgiving to shows like this. I mean, they’re kids' shows! Meant for little girls, and I haven’t been one for a few years now. But I still enjoy them.

Why? Well, cause I’m a massive fan of Magical Girl animes. I love the glitter, the sparkles, the silly adventures with friends, and the transformation sequences! Even with all its flaws, I really like them. So, stories or shows that borrow from them, get a pass in all these things.

I mean, I have fun re-watching WINX Club, I love Star Vs The Forces of Evil despite its flaws. Steven Universe holds a deep place in my heart and She-Ra is…She-Ra is in its very own league of how amazing it is.

So, no. Be it a very dumb show or a very smart one, I can have fun. It’s very rare when a show with, you know, glitter, girly stuff and animals CAN’T hold my attention.

But, well, MLB failed at that.

It’s just, not a good show.

I mean, it could be. But the age demographic would need to drop several, several age groups just to be barely watchable – and even then, I seriously doubt that it would be good for young girls to watch it. The lessons it teaches are concerning, to say the least.

And at this point, you may be thinking,

"Why do you care so much about this show? It’s dumb and you’ve acknowledged it treats its demographic as toddlers. Why do you care so much?"

Well, because I've been here... for a very, very long time.

Listen, I started watching Miraculous Ladybug, back when I was in high school. Maybe a bit old, but, hey, a lot of unique cartoons came out around that time. (Star Vs, Steven Universe, etc). So, I was hopeful. Really hopeful.

Mainly, because I was here before it EVEN premiered. I remember it. The original PV was 2D animated and it had this vague Princess Tutu vibes that JUST I couldn’t resist. It was clear as day that it borrowed a lot of its inspiration from magical girls from the 90's, probably even 80's.

The premise looked similar enough to Kaito Jeanne, and Kaito St. Tail for me to draw those conclusions.

It had a dynamic very similar to Princess Tutu and seemed like a mix of silly and dark like that one was.

To be honest, I could even see hints of Sugar Sugar Rune with Pierre and Felix.

Not to mention, the animation was beautiful.

I will never, never forget that scene with Chat looking at Ladybug starry-eyed under the Paris Moonlight. That was so beautiful, a genuine touch of romance that rang so similar to the Magical Girl animes I grew up with.

I was thrilled, I was excited. I wanted this show to succeed, before even the premier had dropped.

This is all to say -

I never came to this show with the intention for it to fail.

And I didn’t expect nor want it to be ground-breaking or a giant of the genre. I just hoped I could have a fun time.

I didn't want subversions, I didn't want it to be dark, or deep. All I wanted, was sparkles, fun and a good time.

So, when it first aired, I tried to stay positive. I tried to like it, even when it had all these massive red flags.

I’ve never been a big fan of 3D animation, and especially not how it’s used in Magical Girl animes. (We all know the disaster the first season of Sailor Moon Crystal was).

But I swallowed it down.

The characters were different from the original PV

But I swallowed it down.

The background scenery was bland and generic and hardly felt unique.

But I swallowed it down.

I was here since day 1. I was here when Stormy Weather premiered. I was here before many of you were, and

I swallowed it all down.

Because I really, really wanted this to be good.

And I really thought it would.

But things should have been made clear, when they fucked up the one thing they shouldn't. The one thing that held this all together. The one thing that kept me here even as everything was burning to the ground, and I was too naive to realize it.

They fucked up the thing that started all this, to begin with.

MasterList >> NEXT

#miraculous ladybug #MLB #mlb salt #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 5 months

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"I need to know"

Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon X GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: the reader is an asshole, mention of sex

"Where have you been?", a voice has asked behind your shoulders. The time was firm and cold. You turned your head back just to meet the furious eyes of Yoohyeon. "Hi Yoohye-", your calm greeting was interrupted by her voice, hints of rage in her tone this time. "It's fucking 3 AM, where have you been?".

Being the manager of dreamcatcher was fun, maybe chaotic and difficult, but definitely fun the majority of the time. The girls were a bunch of crackheads, and you loved them for that reason. Sure, sometimes they were a bit... peculiar, but they were amazing people. In particular you had a very close friendship with Yoo, even if lately she has kinda been a pain in the ass.

"I don't think that really matters", you answered with nonchalance, shrugging your shoulders. "You're my fucking manager, I have to know where are you", she argumented, her fists clenching at your smug. She hated when you were such an asshole. You instead tilted your head, offering her your best smirk. "Ah, really? I thought I was your manager...and you best friend", you crossed your arm, without losing the smirk. "Another reason for me to know where the fuck you have been".

This last sentence was almost shouted, and the change of volume made you flinch, not out of fear, but of surprise. You were ready to piss her off a lot more with you answers, but a third voice joined the party.

"What is happening here? It's 3 AM, both of you should be sleeping in this moment", JiU said, barging in the room, her voice still sleepy, her arms hugging herself, already missing the warmth of her bed. "Sorry, if we have woke you up, JiU, but Yoohyeon is acting crazy as usual", you blurted out, clearly searching troubles.

"YOU PIECE OF SH-", only Jiu's hand stopped Yoohyeon by addressing you with the right name. "Enough, the others are sleeping, go in your room", the older girl ordered to her member, fighting her protests just by her gaze. JiU, was usually a very soft and kind leader, but there were times, like this one, where her words were the rules.

Yoohyeon just gave you a deathly gaze, before storming out of your room. "Thank you, JiU", you said, with an happy smile, but the girl didn't have the same expression. "Don't thank me, do better! For the others and for yourself", she suggested, patting your arm with a sad smile, before returning in her room, leaving you alone with your doubts.

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A day passed and another night arrived. It was a busy day, but chill day luckily, especially because you interacted with everyone except Yoo. You could say that it was a cold war, but honestly for you it was more like peace for yourself. A peace that won't have longed much more.

An hand knocked on your half-open door and a familiar face with a lot of blue hair appeared at the doorstep. "Hey, can we talk...?", she asked, the strees clear in her voice. You looked at her for a couple of seconds, in silence, thinking about that proposal. "No, sorry, I'm kinda tired", you gave her an apologetic smile before going back to scroll tiktok.

You know that she needed to talk with you and that she had very good intentions, but you were simply not ready. You were sure that even the most pacific discussion between you two could turn into hell eventually. You characters just didn't match in that sense.

She bited her lips, trying her best to keep the calm, as her leader suggested her few hours before. "Please, baby, I...need to know", she said, emotions exploding between every words and that scene almost made you pity her. She was your bestfriend and you hated to see her so in pain. You regretted every second of the time you made that silly choice. The choice of having sex with her.

You and Yoohyeon have had chemistry since your first day of work as their manager. And over the years you really created a strong bond, and there was clearly something more than friendship in your plans. The problem was that she had this giant crush on you, and maybe even more, and you were attracted just by her body. So, during a night of cuddles with too much skinship you just made the step. You promised yourself that it was just a one night stand, nothing more, your friendship was more important than sex, but how could you say not to her, when she appears in your room at night wearing just her lingerie? So made that mistake again...and again...and again...till we reached this point.

"There's nothing to know, Yoo", you lied, trying to avoid her other pain, but you can't really lie to someone who knows you better than yourself. "There's a lot I want, no, I have to know", she said, finally moving from the door to your bed, standing in front of you. "I have to know what's happening to you, to us...and where you have fucking been the last night, and all the other times you just disappear", at this point this was an interrogation.

And you hated that. You hated when someone try to make you talk when you're not in the right mood and Yoo was doing that when she knew well that it was something that got your nerve. "Do you want to know? Well, I won't tell you a shit", you snapped, getting on your feet, facing her. But she didn't move, she standed her ground.

"Were you fucking other girls?". It was a whisper, a calm whisper, her voice so low that gave you goosebumps. Her face was a mirror of your emotions, and in the moment your brain was fucked up, so you just opened and closed the mouth without making a sound.

"Tell me truth: am I right?", she asked once again. Honestly you were tired of lying and hiding the truth, you were giving the worst of yourself. You just sighed and lowered your head, looking at the ground. That silence was more important than a thousands words.

That silence made Yoohyeon smile, than laugh, then cry. A desperate cry. She was shouting and weeping and sobbing. She started to hit you, unable to express her anger and sadness with her words. And honestly she didn't have words for you, how could you have done that right to her? How could you be the same person who made her feel in love and giggling like a kid at night?

You didn't move, you just stayed still, accepting her hits and shouts, until eventually the other girls came in the room to take her away. You don't know if you would be ever able to forget the heart-wrecking look she gave you before disappear in the hall.

That frame was the only thing that lingered in your mind until something really cold hit your cheek. You looked at your side, just to meet Dong placing an ice pack on your face, probably Yoo slapped you and you didn't even notice that. You gave her an apologetic look, murmuring a small "thank you", but she just caressed your back sweetly.

"That went bad", she commented, giving you the ice pack. "Yeah", you hummed, interwining your fingers with her. "Did she know...", she asked, worried. Considering the rumours and screams coming from the other room, you could talk freely. "Nope, she doesn't know anything about us", you reassured her. "Good, see you later. I'll wait you in my room", she said, before giving a kiss on the cheek and going to check on her friend.

Zazá

#kpop #kpop girls #dreamcatcher jiu #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #dreamcatcher handong #dreamcatcher angst #yoohyeon #Yoohyeon angst #kpop angst #girl group fanfic #dreamcatcher fanfic

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schro4444 · 7 months

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Idk abt pained but that anon's right!! There's just something about the way you draw kaito's smiles that feels like running headfirst into a brick wall - it's great!!

On that note though - I'm absolutely obsessed with the bit "he’s got an expression of scrunched-nose focus on his face that looks, for some reason, incorrect—like it’s not how his face actually looks when he’s concentrating, but the emotion underneath is the same. A mask of a feeling to obscure the same feeling, entirely purposeless"

because like! YES! That's EXACTLY it!! Kaito LOOKS like he's super expressive, emoting with his whole face and body, and then you just - get punched in the face when you realise, OH, he feels like neither him nor anyone could ever get out of the shadow his dad casts, OH, he DOES remember the clock tower meeting, this whole ringmarole was to save it, OH, he was trying to get Aoko to act more natural, OH, he was playing the fool at billiards (I GENUINELY doubted for a moment whether he Actually sucked at billiards or just cheated for the poetic justice)

It's a bit sad, to be honest, that Kaito can never put his masks down no matter what face he's wearing - even if it is his own. He said he's a fan of Lupin but imho he'd do well to reread the first book - there is a line there about disguises and ceasing to know yourself Kaito would do well to remember, bc I very much he's taking the time to rest, eat and become himself again between disguise and disguise.

THANK YOU!!! genuinely that’s such a huge compliment ajfjdhd

THANK YOU! AGAIN!! AND YES YES OKAY—I was going to say I have an essay on this, but I think ditto IS my essay, lol

BUT IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT MORE ANYWAY!!! I won’t get into all of it now but Gosh I think so much about expressions. kaito appears to be an extremely expressive character, and it’s not that he Isn’t, but more that it’s Very intentional, like you’re saying—he’s a magician, he lives for misdirection, he’s always misdirecting and deflecting and reflecting.

moments like these Haunt Me!! he’s very clearly Being Kaito, enough that everyone around him believes him, but he’s also just… totally lying, in every single image. I really really want to capture the energy of these panels in writing and art, lol

LIKE. how good of an acting job did he do here that he managed to convince aoko that he didn’t want to see a magic show. lol.

THE POOL CHAPTER I think about that all the time. what an establishing moment for kaito. first of all because of what it reveals about how he is

(thank you toichi)

and second of all because I was also!!! bamboozled!!

the way he is portrayed when he starts winning in this chapter is Very interesting, because I feel like it comes across as kaito more,,, like,,, settling into the role. he’s not really actively trying to do anything, he’s following what he most naturally wants to do, which is somewhere between “be silly so that people don’t look too closely” and “I’d really like to see the people around me laugh and be happy.” once he starts being able to Perform, he succeeds. and yet we as the audience are still left doubting what really happened!!! kaito misdirects the audience just as much as any of the mk characters!

oooo I really need to read the arsene lupin books. but like YEAH! EXACTLY! kaito never really made space for himself to Not be acting. the closest he gets is with Jii, and maybe his mom. relevant to my OTHER ramble about how, in deciding to become kid, kaito ended up creating a character out of himself, a character that he Has To Be most of the time. and it’s WILD, because it’s a version of himself that’s fundamentally missing a lot of who he is, but nothing that anyone would actually know to miss.

#“kuroba kaito” just as much of a character as “kaitou kid” in the sense that kaito is both of them but neither are fully him #and yet he is always playing one or the other.#in this ESSAY I WILL!!!#ditto posting #im writing chapter 3 rn actually #dc #mk #schrasks

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biceratops7 · 1 year

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So what is up with “Edward better watch his step”?

This post by @asneakyfox really forced me to actually put into words how I interpreted the implicit meaning of this line. Cause when you think about it, it can get real abstract, a one to one… well anything involving this line I think is too simplistic. Interpersonal interaction of any sort really boils down to a tangled web of intention, interpretation, past experiences, hidden fears, hidden desires, etc etc the list goes on.

Ed becoming the kraken is a result of trauma, and although as omniscient viewers we may see this an overreaction (I think we can at least mostly agree it’s maladaptive and he Should Not’ve Done It), Edward has literally every reason to believe the opposite. We know Ed is the protagonist of a romantic comedy. He does not. This man was reared in two very physically abusive environments, with peers that were all “in various stages of fucking each other over”. Any threat by someone capable was likely acknowledged and heeded in one way or another. As the original post pointed out, Izzy has already proven willing and capable with the whole navy stunt. It’s not that Ed is being overly paranoid, it’s that assuming safety is not the done thing.

And I think a lot of times people get caught up on the details of it, like what specifically Izzy would do, how he’d logically be able to execute it, etc. As if the actual logistics of it being mulled over and proven unrealistic (which again we can only know with audience clairvoyance) would immediately deem Ed irrational. I just don’t think that’s the point. The threat can be any number of thing, it doesn’t necessarily have to be physical violence enacted by Izzy, fuck, Ed doesn’t even need to have a clear idea of what it means. He’s already playing with uncharted territory, trying for the first time to concretely initiate a way of life he’s never known before. And while it makes him happy, it does naturally erode the only defenses he’s learned. Ed’s strange look up towards the deck while the crew shouts for another song? That’s fear of the unknown. If his own crew thinks of him as a silly novelty now… then how will the rest of the world see him? What does Ed think will happen to him in a vulnerable state without the bloodthirsty legend he’s carefully armed himself with piece by piece for decades?

I think we already know.

Izzy’s threat was probably not consciously interpreted as intent to hurt, definitely not to kill. But if Izzy’s idea of “loyalty” to Ed was getting the British to rip his closest loved one from him one way or another… yah man not a good look. If I was Ed I wouldn’t know what the fuck was about to happen, and I wouldn’t be in any state to fuck around and find out. In terms of what Izzy actually meant, I think he truly believes Ed needing to “watch his step” is a natural consequence of what’s taking place. We consistently see him in that toxic and self-centered mindset of “I need to hurt you to save you from a worse fate. I don’t want to, but you leave me no choice.” In an uncertain state where both men are trained in an environment of caution, I honestly don’t think either of them know what Izzy really intends, or what he’s trying to warn. Izzy just believes danger is either inevitable or necessary, and Ed has no reason to doubt him.

#people are always like ‘’it’s ridiculous that Ed is afraid of Izzy! he wanted him there!’’#and I’m like ‘’babes no he’s scared of a future he can’t predict’’#even though he craves it so bad #Izzy’s just part of that uncertainty #especially since he’s being the literal opposite of supportive #like my fuck he told Ed he should’ve died instead #look at this point I think Izzy and Ed are just designed to be eackother’s personal hells #they need to be on opposite sides of the planet I’m sorry it’s true #ofmd #edward teach #our flag means death #Blackbeard #kraken Ed #1x10 #meta #analysis #passive aggression #1x05 #biceratops

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iobakena · 9 days

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Iobakena's Tattoo Ideas ⁰¹

Had a burst of creativity and needed to do something with it. So here are some colorful ideas for simple, not that unique, tattoos!! Please read everything if you're considering doing one of those designs (doubt it, but still).

01 — Rat Doing The Gay Hand

This lovely little guy is asking if you're gay, do you answer him? Choose wisely and never lie, as he can sense your gayness from afar.

This specific design was, of course, the first one, the predecessor to all those who follow. I really loved the results, he's very expressive and looks so damn tired! Perfect boy.

02 — High Ass Witch Kitty

A wouldn't want a kitty to smoke whatsoever, but a (implied) conscious kitty witch who can make their own decisions in their life? Heck yeah I want them to smoke!

This design came out looking a lot like Kasey Golden's art, especially the tongue! I guess it's difficult to not mimic someone else's art when you have been following their journey for years, and even more when the artist in question helped you through your own art journey. Anyways, what a silly little non-binary kitty. Hope they can get a girlfriend or something.

03 — Frog With High Heels

Frogs have awesome thick legs, you can ask the french about it. Or not, I've never interacted with french people, but they might be chill. So-- Why not rock some high heels to go with said legs? She looks high, you say? No, of course not.

The designing process was a bit tiring but still fun, since I was nineteen percent of the time thinking she looked like Pou. You know, the old mobile game pet alien thingy. She still looks like him, but that doesn't bother me anymore.

Send an Ask!!!

If you want to see more tattoos like those, and you have some wacky ideas I can try, send me an ask and I will gladly do you design!! Or you can just ask me to draw anything that is not related to this tattoo post, I would love to do drawing requests here!

Permission Disclaimer

If you want to tattoo any of these, ask beforehand! But why should I ask you permission, if you're already doing these for tattooing? These designs are not even that original, why should I ask?

Great question! Although I would love to see those working as tattoos, and would be very proud of myself for doing a design so good it needed to be immortalized in someone else's mortal skin, I don't feel comfortable not being credited for it. I will explain.

A lot of posts from Tumblr™ get reposted on all social media, which means that ill-intentioned people might see this. I've seen a lot of bad (as in morals, not talent) tattoo artists that ended up claiming other people's drawings as their own work. I wouldn't like that to happen to me. And some people even treat any drawing, without even knowing the original artist, as a tattoo and do it without asking.

Of course, if you ask me permission I will grant you on the spot, just understand that I have my reasons to put the disclaimer there, on each image. Thank you for reading.

TLDR: Reposts in other socials may cause people to not credit me, and claim my art as their own. I'm protecting my art.

What a big post, huh?

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dappledpaintbrush · 4 months

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Are you the one who wrote 'A Jester's Lament'?

What inspired you to write it? (41 chapters!)

Oh no no no, I’d HATE to be that weirdo who wrote 400 pages worth of mario fanfiction! haughty laughter is then interrupted by 500 drawings of Lament Dimentio falling out of my pocket

Tbh what inspired me was. Myself? Weirdly enough? I mean of course SPM being my biggest interest was absolutely part of the reason why it’s so long and why I wrote it to begin with. But what specifically sparked the story of AJL was the fact there was an extremely specific type of Dimentio redemption story I was looking for. Of course, I’m not saying AJL is the first of its kind or something because it most definitely is not lmao😭😭 But there were just some things I preferred in an AU that tries to redeem Dimentio, and after searching for a while for, again, that extremely specific story, I thought, “DUDE JUST MAKE IT YOURSELF💀💀💀💀” and so I did. And a lot of people just ???? happened to like it??? :

Even though story length was one of my specific wants, I highly doubt I could’ve completed 41 chapters without the immense support I received. I genuinely cannot thank you guys enough. Seriously, if you like a fic, I highly highly reccomend commenting. You have no idea how much that means to writers 🤍

I’m putting this under a read more so I don’t clog people’s feed, but if anybody’s curious, some of my specific wants were:

- Length. I needed this fic to be almost unbearably long. I needed people to say GODDD DAAMMMNN when they looked at the word count.

- Dimentio somehow getting more unredeemable before he got redeemed (idk if I fully accomplished that, but I tried) (it’s hard to get worse than the complete annihilation of life) (I just tried not to purposefully write him in a likable way early on in the story)

- Dimentio dying the same amount of times he killed Luigi in the game

- Dimentio in general getting shit absolutely rocked

- Luigi not being a doormat, ESPECIALLY SINCE DIMENTIO ABUSED HIM

- DIMENTIO. BEING. IN. CHARACTER. THIS IS NOT JUST SOME SILLY GOOFY CLOWN!!! HE IS EVIL!!! HE TRIED TO KILL EVERY SINGLE ENTITY THAT HAS EVER EXISTED, DEAD AND ALIVE. HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE TERRIFYING AND SCARY!!! yes he’s naturally charming, write him as such, BUT NEVER FORGET THE THREAT HE IS!!!!

- Dimentio having a backstory that’s emo enough to explain the person he became but not emo enough to be his main source of redemption via pity if that makes sense. I think I achieved this? But of course that’s subjective, and looking back there were better ways to go about it. Basically what I tried to do is give him a good childhood with loving parents- minus the “accident” of course- and have Dimentio himself clarify in Chapter 15:

Basically: the loss of his family and the shit he went through definitely played a role. However, instead of a Blumiere-like “My loved one(s) died, now all worlds are without meaning and deserve to be destroyed,” Dimentio’s grief triggered a very deadly greed that did not revolve around the ones he lost. Blumiere’s motivation for destruction, including himself, was purely the loss of Timpani. Dimentio’s motivation for destruction, excluding himself, was, well, himself. For once, Dimentio wanted to earn, not lose. Making Dimentio have an understandable backstory but be “less sympathetic” than his counterpart, Blumiere, was important to me during the creation of AJL. But this gets extremely complicated because something like hmm uh idk erm MASS MURDER is impossible to truly make sympathetic. Regardless of intention, Dimentio and Blumiere did the exact same thing. Regardless of intention, Dimentio and Blumiere were both selfish. You can’t exactly destroy life itself in a non-selfish way. Both characters are equally unredeemable (or… equally redeemable, technically). Strip their actions down for their bones, and all you’ll see is two characters that tried to ERASE EXISTENCE. Sure, you can FEEL more sympathy for one than compared to the other, but feelings are subjective. Facts are objective. And the fact is, Dimentio and Blumiere attempted mass murder. You see why this is difficult to explain and even more difficult to write? I have a headache. God speed everybody

- More shit I’m probably forgetting

- Picture of a cat I found

#lament au #this ask made me so happy #I’ve been wanting to go in depth about this for so long

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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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I will beat the living hell out of my procrastination. And what better way to do it by returning to my roots of Yan Genshin? Also this is solely based on a sus leak of her personality.

Puppeteer with silver strings

(Yan!Sandrone/Marionette x reader)

TW: Body Horror, Gore

You'll never guess you'd work for Lady Sandrone after faithfully serving Lord Pantalone. You've heard a lot of rumours about her......hobby. Still you tried to give her the benefit of doubt. Which in the end was useless when you first saw it. At first you were terrified, almost throwing up even.

The various viscera strewn across her workshop, some were starting to rot and some were preserved in a jar. You had knocked on the door first, with the intention of brining her the latest report of one of her various projects. You somehow controlled your shock and fear, instead opting to clear your throat. "Apologies for intruding my lady but I brought you the latest report from one of your facilities." Handing her the file, she seemed pleased at your lack of reaction. Was it amazement? "If there's nothing else, I shall take my leave." With that you bowed and leave her workshop, the feeling of eyes burning onto your back never leaving.

The next encounter you had with her was while doing simple paperwork. The Harbingers has far more important matters than silly matters. So it is people like you the work are handed to. Noticing her in front of your desk, you slowly looked up to meet her eyes. "Is there something you require of me, Lady Sandrone?" She hummed, staring at your for a full 30 seconds before finally answering you. "Tell me, are you familiar with puppets?" The question made you think. You didn't really have opinions on puppet but.... "I remember going to a puppet show with my parents when I was young. The fact an inanimate object can have myriads of movement with only some parts of their body attached by a string is interesting."

You hope this answer satisfied her. If not, you dare not think of what might happen to you if it doesn't. "Is that so....then you shall accompany me to a puppet show then. I need new inspirations and you're the only one with general knowledge of it. I believe your input will be more valuable than my other underlings." With a nod you accepted her invitation, albeit you felt like you were being blackmailed into going with her. "Understood my lady, I shall accompany you." She then gave you the time and place where you will meet her, expecting you to not be late or else. That night you nervously sat on your bed. Considering there was human remains, the rumours must be true.

She is making puppets out of real human being.

Suppose you should have seen it coming, considering her title is Marionette. But you don't want to end up as one of her dolls. Your only plan is to please her with answers that is up to her taste and live to see another day. It'll be like walking in a field of snow with bear traps underneath so you'll need to be careful. As the day of the pupper show was nearing, your anxiety soared. You kept telling yourself it will be fine. Nothing will go wrong. If you succeed, she will have a positive opinion of you. A great relationship with your superior is good, right? Splashing water to your face and wiping it with a towel, you look at yourself in the mirror. You took several deep breaths, reminding yourself that you're not on a date. You were walking on the thin line between life and death.

Arriving earlier so that you don't upset her, you waited until she arrives. What shocked you was the fact her usual giant of a puppet wasn't with her this time. You don't think you, or anyone else in that matter, have ever seen her without it. She always went everywhere with it. "Lady Sandrone." You greeted her while bowing. "Let's go." You nod your head and went with her into the theater. You have fond memories of the theater. Your parents met here and they used to bring you to various shows all the time. It wasn't only puppet shows but also opera singing or theater plays of ancient stories.

Soon the show began and your eyes was focused on the show. The puppet type that was used was marionette, same as Lady Sandrone's title. The curtains was lowered until the top half of the theater was covered, hiding the hands that controlled them from above. The story was about 2 lovers who were seperated by war. One of them was engulfed in grief when her beloved was forcefully drafted in the army. Soon enough, she commissioned paintings of her love and even dressed up mannequin so that she can pretend. The only thing grounding her to reality was the fact that she was sure she would feel the skin of her love once more.

But came the plot twist. Her lover had died in the war. The body was given to her to be prepared for a funeral. This was the last straw. In grief she told the public it would be a private funeral and that she will cremate the body and have the ashes be turned into a piece of jewelry so that they can be together until her end. The public believed her, dimissing her decision as one that belonged to a grieving widow. But alas it was all a lie. She had hidden away the body, had it preserved. Missing body parts replaced with porcelain. Rotting flesh with putty. For she was truly desperate. For she still believed her love was alive.

Soon the ending arrived. At last the woman realised that she cannot truly save her love. Her appearance was disheveled. As she look in the mirror she realise that there was only one way they can be together. Cutting her long hair that reached the floors, she used it as the hair for her life-sized puppet. Dressing it in the gown that was gifted to her by her love. Spraying it with her favourite perfume. She placed the puppet next to her love and burn the whole villa. Her love and her puppet placed in the basement for safekeeping. She could only hope the rubble from the fire would hide the entrance forever. So that none can disturb their slumber.

The show ended and you glanced over to Lady Sandrone. She didn't seemed to have any positive nor negative reaction to it. The two of you went out of the theater and walked back to the palace together. "What did you think of the show? Did you enjoy it?" She asked you to which you replied "The puppet's movement was smooth and there wasn't a single clunkiness to it. It truly showed the mastery of the puppeteer." She hummed at your answer.

"And the story?"

This made you silence for a while. You never thought she would ask about the story. "It was nice. The characters were well written." Silence filled the air again. Was that not the answer she wanted? She doesn't seem disappointed. Then again, you are walking behind her. She suddenly stops and turned around to look at you. "Is that so.....then come with me again." Your eyes widen at the statement. Lady Sandrone wants you to accompany her? You swallow your saliva in fear. Was this a good sign or a bad one? "If that is your wish my lady." Sandrone smiled at you, and it looked colder than Snezhnaya's winter.

After that she took you plays after plays. Often asking you opinions about them and you kept answering. Soon enough your fellow underlings suspect that you were becoming the Harbinger's favourite. All those time spending with her made you more relaxed around her. You were starting to consider her a friend. Sandrone however was thinking. Thinking of how wonderful of a puppet you'll be.

Sandrone admit, perhaps she has fallen in love with you. Such a strong emotion this is. She has never felt something like this before. Is this what the puppet from the first show you've seen together felt like? Is this genuine happiness? Her fellow Harbingers achieve it through other means and she has always felt jealousy. But now she doesn't have to. She has you. And thats enough to satisfy her.

You'll be elegant, strong, and perfect. Unlike those improper puppet that was made out of those that she dislikes. No. You will be her masterpiece. Every people of various arts needs one, no? She think it was cute. How you don't notice the time she was staring at your biological info. Measuring your height and designing the perfect little puppet. All hers to cherish and control. Her plans takes time but it's ok she can wait.

Until one day she could not.

You were packing your things. Were you fired? No, that can't be. "Why are you packing up your things?" She asked you. It seemed like no one told her that a few arrangements has been made and that you've been told to work for Lord Pantalone once more. You tell her the news, but you didn't expect her to....have an outburst. The puppet behind her stood tall behind her. Towering over both of you. But you know she's the one in charge. Foolishly you tried to reason with her. "L-Lady Sandrone, though I work for Lord Pantalone again. I will always make time for our puppet shows."

"I don't care about that."

"Without you I can't make my masterpiece. No other person would be fit. No no no NO. YOU CAN'T LEAVE."

Her outburst startled you. Her puppet then grabbed your hand dragging you to her workshop. You dreaded every second. Muttering prayers in your head to The Tsaritsa that you may live to see another day. That you may be saved from death's clutch. But oh little did you know. Your prayers are answered. Just not in the way you think. You were strapped onto a chair, your chin lifted to see Lady Sandrone's face. "Don't worry love, you'll be fine. It won't hurt I promise. It'll be quick. Would you like for me to sedate you? No, I want you to feel my love for you."

Her crazed ramblings of love instilled fear even deeper inside of you. Your breathing was quick. Behind her, in the shadows, you see it. A puppet that looked like you. You started to squirm but Sandrone cooed at you, shushing you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry, it's a very nice puppet. I put all of my talent and effort into it. Won't it be wonderful? You as my puppet, and I, the hand that will control your silver strings." She started to grab tools and held you down. "Don't worry, soon you'll wake up feeling much better." Your screams of pain and her crazed laughter filled the room.

And soon you woke up.

Feeling......nothing but....what is it...

Devotion, yes that's must be it. But to who again...?

"My...lady?" You weakly said to the familiar woman in front of you.' She cupped your cold cheeks in her hands. "Silly you, you know you can call me by my real name now." She leaned into your ear, her breath brushing against it like a cold wind. Yet you did not shiver. "Let me whisper it to you........."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere sandrone x reader #yandere sandrone

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wheelercore · 8 months

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It's really interesting how we get 3 versions of the creel plotline:

1. The creel trailer, which has alice and henry running up the stairs excitedly together and alice finding the dead rabbit, not in the playground, but what I assume is either the front yard or the backyard. Also henry and alice are noticeably younger, but children grow quickly so I don't know if that was intentional.

2. The show itself, which has the difference in the beginning entry way scene and alice in the playground.

3. The First Shadow, in which alice strikingly missing, despite the fact that the play still takes place when the creels just moved to Hawkins, supposedly. I believe the first promo refers to henry as the new kid in school, emphasizing that henry may be an only child in this play... somehow.

So either something happened to alice before the creels arrived to hawkins (doubtful, this show places a lot of emphasis on hawkins as a setting and I doubt the it would make its central 'cursed town' irrelevant to its plot twist)-

Alice never existed (?? Lol) -

Or something happened to alice after the creels moved to hawkins and what we see in the show is not what it seems.

The third option isn't exactly out of this world. The show, since the beginning, put a lot of emphasis on PTSD, flashbacks, and repressed memories. It's all the more obvious with El recovering memories of Henry and the massacre, but s2 was filled to the brim with allegories and mentions to flashbacks, starting with Phineas "totally not used in the show as an allegory for the psychological effects of trauma" Gage and how will's supernatural experiences were compared to PTSD.

Vecna's curse was intentionally made to be subtle to the victim. None of them knew they were in a hallucination until it was made obvious to them. And... there are just some very interesting word choices going on here:

Hopper corrects Joyce in this scene but the association of flashbacks and nightmares continue. Victor describing his own vecna vision, reminiscent of his own traumatic memories:

Him describing waking up from his later vision, describing both that vision and his "reality" as nightmares:

We don't see Alice dying. Not even in Henry's pov- it's intentionally obfuscated from us.

In the beginning of s4 nightmares are also framed as a sign of the vecna curse, we see specifically Max's nightmare being more so a flashback, or a memory, to Billy's death. Nightmares are also a core symptom of PTSD so it fits the bill with season 2.

Funnily, enough we see Alice also experiences nightmares- which we know what that's associated with:

What exactly were in Alice's nightmares?

In the beginning we also got these very sus lines by Alice of all people, saying how the home looks like a "fairytale" and a "dream", which you know is what people say when they mean something is too good to be true, the opposite of nightmare, used to mean something that is so dreadful its hard to believe.

These lines arent in the creel trailor, which is... interesting.

Also I wonder if there is a hint to this when Henry gains his abilities in the first place. Weirdly enough this is symbolized by Henry forcing a clock to go backwards, metaphorically into the past (and I am obligated to mention this, but the parallel to fred):

Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized I didn't have to. I could make my own rules. I could restore balance to a broken world.

Also makes me so curious about the rainbows on the clock during this monologue/scene... a reference to the rainbow room? Makes sense because it seems like the lab kids were killed in a similar fashion to Alice- their jaws weren't broken unlike virginia and the vecna victims. Why?

It's interesting how directly after this scene it cuts to the rabbit being killed- and with the predator/prey theme often represented by animals and a rabbit is definitely a prey animal- and that rabbits body being left for alice, who would later be killed in a similar way.

Why is Henry forecasting Alice's own death to her? For funsies? We see he repeatedly that he used tactics against his parents to hold the mirror up because they've done "terrible things" (still unknown what Virginia's terrible thing is yet). For vecna victims its slightly different, while fred and max fit that bill, patrick and chrissy don't. Their visions were more along the lines of showing them the darkness in their lives that they hide. So it seems to me that vecna shows not just sources of guilt, but the harsh unbridled truth of their lives. So what business did Henry have with Alice?

I'm not saying that there is possibly some weird fucky altered reality/time loss stuff happening in hawkins but. I am.

#i love f-ed up little weird towns being f-ed up little weird towns #anyways could you feel me shaking trying not to bring up fred miketed benson. i was shaking.#alice creel #henry creel #virginia creel #victor creel #look they cant introduce literal mind control/hallucination shit with time stuff added to it (time loss and how its related to memory)#and not expect me to go oh hawkins is a little fucked up isnt it

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bogkeep · 1 year

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you know what. at this point i feel like i'm circling the topic of my trauma like water around a drain. maybe i'll just talk about it.

this is gonna be a personal one.

i was stalked, harassed, and smeared. it was years ago and i'm doing good now, but it's the worst thing that has ever happened to me. i've been referring to it as The Trauma for a while, but only recently realised i just straight up have PTSD from it.

i hate that that's what it took to finally understand how to set and hold a boundary. i hate how much better my internet habits are now, because of that. i hate that the way to keep myself safe and at peace was to never, ever speak a word of it in public lest it be used against me, and that i'm still scared of it. but what more can they do to me? they've already tried it all, and i'm still here, and the ground can't collapse under my feet anymore.

the long and messy buildup to a break up with a friend was horrible enough, but it probably wouldn't have scarred me as badly if i hadn't been stalked for well over a year afterwards. i say stalking even if it was all online, a whole ocean apart - they made themself present in every space i frequented, and i've become intimately familiar with the blocking and blacklisting systems on every platform i'm on. they tried to get to me through my roommates and my irl friends. it's difficult to fully describe how cornered i felt even in the vast infinity of the fucking internet. i regret nothing, though. cutting them off was my last resort and the best thing i ever did. i'd do it again a million times - i kind of had to, since it was less akin to severing a string and more like having to behead an eel in a bathtub full of oil that also happened to be a hydra.

i had no control over the narrative other than whatever trust my friends had in me, and i lost quite a lot of friends. (i saw one of them block me in real time.) there was this absolute helplessness of it, because what could i possibly do or say to prove that i was not a cruel or unsafe person to be around? i've never held it against them.

(i wonder, sometimes. do they ever think of me? do they shrug and move on?)

it felt so stupid, really, to feel this anxious about my reputation. oh, no!! not my precious reputation!!!!!!!! but it's

well

how do you recover your reputation? on the internet? it's such an easy thing to ruin, and it was deeply shameful to realise how easily i've swallowed the same bait myself, so many times before. never about friends, i think, but, y'know. can't fault anyone for wanting to stay safe, be it from Supposedly Skeevy Creators or the panopticon.

the worst part was how my own mind felt like wet, crumpled up paper, constantly doubting my own reality of who i am. how do i know i'm not cruel? how do i know i'm safe to be around? what if i was extorting and manipulating the masses, even if that was not my conscious intention? it took a long time to be able to do or say something nice again without intrusive thoughts flooding my brain.

i think i always knew somewhere inside of me that no, of course i'm not an evil mastermind, that's a very silly thought. i don't even believe in evil. but it's like - if i had done something wrong, then at least it would be something i could change about myself. if it was my fault, then it was within my control.

the longer it went on, the easier it was to convince myself that i didn't deserve this. yes, even if i had done... whatever it was i had supposedly done that was so deserving of punishment, i felt like nobody deserved this much punishment. like, it was a truly excessive amount of punishment, going on far beyond the point of contructivity - i wasn't doing anything. i wasn't doing anything to begin with, and whatever it was that i had been doing, i had stopped now! there were only two remaining explanations of my Crimes:

my mere existence was bad, and i would have to completely erase myself from the internet. - no, i was not so far gone as to believe that.

cutting off my friend was the most heinous act of mental violence ever enacted. - no, i did not believe that either. i wasn't super good at boundaries but i've always been a strong believer that relationships are not mandatory. - well i definitely didn't want to be their friend anymore now, and from the sounds of it, i couldn't imagine them wanting to be friends with me anymore either. - should i have ended it differently? could i have ended it differently? i had flattened myself trying to be as kind and understanding and soft and compassionate as i could be, desperately so, but that hadn't saved me. (i remember my mother asking, "but did you make it clear to them that you love them?" when i explained why i wanted to see a therapist again.) maybe if i had just blocked them without preamble on day one.

i had no choice but to accept the sheer injustice of what was being done to me.

regaining my sanity was a bit of a process. i'm very thankful for my friends. (i'm not thankful for the therapy rejection letter telling me i wasn't depressed enough to qualify. it took me a while to get an actual therapist that wasn't a tarot deck.)

i hesitate to call myself lucky, but i was. even with every paranoid prediction and worst fear coming true, i outlasted them. yes sure i sometimes cried uncontrollably to the point i got sent home from work once, yes i lost weight because i was too nauseous from the stress to eat properly, yes i had nightmares about them and yes i would have physical trauma reactions every time i saw their name written anywhere even though it belonged to completely different people, yes, yes - i fucking survived all of that. i had solid foundations to stand on.

even in the forest fire of my social circles i had an incredible, wonderful support network. i feel much more secure in myself and my relationships now. i've learnt so many things - about trauma, about boundaries, about healing, about friendship, about the internet, but at what fucking cost!!!!! my pain shouldn't have been rewarding. it's a cautionary tale about how trying to be soft enough for everyone to step on inevitably leads to hurt, and yet! how fucking dare i come out better for it!

maybe this is no tale and there is no 'better'. it's a painful chapter of my life but i am not a book. i'm a real person of flesh and blood in a confusing reality where people struggle and do their best.

i can't explain why, exactly, i'm sharing this today. it's not all of it, far from it, but i think it explains well enough where i write my blogposts from. maybe i'm hoping it will help someone else. maybe i'm just ready to own my own story loudly. i'm tired of looking over my own shoulder.

thank you for reading, if you did.

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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Yo,

So I was feeling bored and sentimental, so I went back and read through literally all of Clinic yesterday, and I think I noticed a teensy mistake.

In the main fic, when Tommy's under the dream interrogation thingie from 404, in the third dream (I think), Techno burns his hand. Tommy heals it, Techno starts pointing out his worst fears, etc. Anyways, we move on.

But in the Waking Nightmares side fic, when Tommy is explaining his dreams to Wilbur, he says that Techno cut his hand. And he also mentions that the dreams are ingrained in his mind almost flawlessly, so I doubt that's just good ol' Tommy missing a detail.

Idk it's just a silly little thing I noticed because that's the way I am, and just felt like pointing it out.

But seriously, tho, every time I go back and re-read Clinic, I still feel the suspense, even tho I know what's going to happen. Idk what else to call that, other than damn good writing. (Big ol' cheesy thumbs up to you :)

okay first off thank you for the kind words about my writing, I'm glad you enjoyed clinic so much :)

but I'm gonna go on a tangent for a second about my thoughts on you pointing this out to me. this is /nm, I know you didn't mean any harm, but I genuinely do not understand why people feel a need to point out tiny errors in fanfics like this. now in a situation where the mistake—whether it be an inconsistency or a typo or something like that—is bad enough to make the reader confused or possibly misinterpret the scene, then yeah, pointing it out to the author makes sense.

but you said it outright in your ask: you could tell that was just a mistake on my end. me accidentally referring to techno's injury as a cut as opposed to a burn was very clearly just a slight continuity error on my end. you knew what I meant. it didn't damage your ability to enjoy or understand either of the fics. and yet you took the time to write this whole message out to tell me about it. and I just don't understand the point. maybe you thought I'd want to know, but also I have friends who I can ask to read my works for me for errors like this. again, in a situation where the error is enough to mess up a readers understanding of what's going on, yeah, of course let me know. but in a situation where it's easy to understand that it's just a mistake, I really don't get why people feel the need to point it out to me?

this isn't specifically about you. I still get comments on one specific chapter of clinic pointing out a minor typo in the chapter. I finished that fic a year and a half ago. and people still. point. it. out. at this point I refuse to fix it out of spite. so that's also where a lot of this rambling is coming from.

I wanna emphasize, I'm not mad. I know you didn't mean any harm. but frankly, I write fanfic for my own enjoyment. I don't get paid for this. I don't have a professional editor or paid proofreader to go through everything I write to make sure it's publishing standard. it's just me, and sometimes my friends who are kind enough to read over my stuff for me before I post it. I don't care if I make a tiny error here and there, as long as the original intent is clear.

I'm sure a lot of other fic authors feel the same way I do about this. it's not something I'm fuming mad about or anything. it just bugs me because I don't understand the point. when I see an error like that in a fic, I just move on and keep reading.

anyway, didn't mean for this to get so long. you get my point. I'm not fixing that. you all know what I meant.

#ask #w0rld0fapathy #tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains

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salvatwh0re · 1 day

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Sending as an anon since my loa blog is a secondary 👋 just a quick question and my little story <3

I was scrolling through your blog for a bit, how did you set your intention? Silly question I suppose, but I always forget. I’ve been in the void before, but I wasn’t completely sure- I doubted myself just a little because I was like “wait, really? am I? Is this the void?” And then I affirmed for longer until I left 😭

Your proof photos definitely motivated me LOTS! This morning after WEEKS of saying I’ll do my meditation and then falling asleep instead of meditating, I went back to my basics and put on two of my favorite videos. I restarted the meditation like twice because I kept moving, but I told myself, just like you said, that the void is accessible for EVERYONE and focused on my eyes (thought I probably forgot after a bit lol). Anyways, I also used a bit of daydreaming but I can’t really zone out on command when I daydream, but thanks to the background I did for a bit! I used my waves after and my body went numb and I definitely feel like I entered the void, I had a lapse in my consciousness so I know I didn’t just fall asleep but I wasn’t aware at the time.

Not really much more than a story and a little thanks for those photos! You reminded me that you don’t have to put some torturous, laborious work in for this and because of that, I was able to do two things I haven’t done in a VERY long time. I hope I can come to you with a success story soon! 🫶

Yay! I’m so happy for you

I understand the process of letting go of that desperation and doubt is hard, but in the end it’s necessary and you’ll realize how simple it is.

For me, I just thought of it as a mediation. When i felt like i was getting jittery or anxious i allowed myself to just get into a comfortable and drift off to sleep. I usually set my intention by affirming for a bit or just telling myself that i’m going to tap into the void state! If i start feeling drained or tired from the meditation (which rarely happens because i get so relaxed) I just turn off the subliminal and go to sleep with the intention of waking up in the void.

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missbyng · 9 days

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also wanted to get ur take on this bc i feel like u would agree and also been thinking abt it recently but the critique of hookup culture is so.weird to me? like i usually see it being used in a "oh this guy js manipulated me and love bombed me for sex and then ghosted me, i hate hookup culture" and its like dude the casual sex was Not the problem here. the problem is that he (or whoever) purposely misled and manipulated you about their intentions and then dropped you after they got what they wanted. like idk!! i js feel like saying its all abt "hookup culture" is totally missing the point? like its fine if people have casual sex as long as both of them know thats all they want,, it js feels like another purity culture / virginity concept but like rebranded

you know personally ive not actually read a lot into it … minor safety online particularly when it comes to kids who may be getting groomed has always been important to me because That did happen to me so it’s really easy for me to see a stupid take and go ‘you are being stupid’ . but in the case of the critique on hookup culture i agree that a lot of it does end up coming down to people spewing useless buzzwords that may or may not make them sound smarter when the problem doesn’t really fall on the concept of hookup culture as a whole but with the people who choose to take advantage of it . i do think there is a difference though when you have a girl who’s critiquing hookup culture because they had someone ghost them after having sex once and then on the other side of things you have morons on here who critique it because they hate the idea of people having sex outside of established relationships because they’ve compelled themselves to believe so bad that sex has to have some sort of emotional connection to whoever you’re doing it with and can’t be for pleasure . i find most of it pretty silly because unlike in the case of minor safety where the objective truth is that you cannot save a minor by calling them out on twitter for being a ‘bad person’ ( LOL ) hookup culture is very subjective . it’s literally just do what you want and who gives a shit . i don’t doubt that there are people who use it as a means of ‘evil’ if that’s the word you wanna use but you also have the choice to just not do it and others have the choice to do . shrugs vaguely

#kari answers #sorry this was a little of a ramble ….. i hope my thoughts are semi coherent

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I AM STARING SO INTENTLY RN!!!

GOOODDD THIS ISSUE WAS SO INTERESTING. how after the sisters were separated and plumstripe just stared at the wall, i wonder if she’s beginning to regret lashing out like that? or if it could have gone differently? it definitely didn’t seem like she planned to fight beeface, just a spur of the moment sorta deal that was caused by bee edging her on, which in turn was caused by her edging bee on.

also, the redpelt content??? i hadn’t really thought about her in the comic much but oh my god. she’s so gentle. i completely understand how she felt when the fighting happened, just completely freezing up and struggling to process what is happening because it was so sudden, too quick, too different from just a second ago- but i could just be seeing it differently than what was intended, haha. when she was rambling off to cootstorm i was begging for that old lady to comfort her in some way but i completely understand why she didn’t, that’s just not her personality. she’s a realist i think, focused on what has to be done and what has been done. she’s right, redpelt isn’t ready for leadership, and i somewhat doubt she’d ever be if she doesn’t get some kind of help, but it doesn’t seem therapy or anything exists in barrenclan that could help. it makes me wonder why mallowstar chose her as deputy when she wasn’t mentally or emotionally ready for those responsibilities weighing her down? may have found a new fav, oops

also!! cormorantpaw!! said bye first!! it wasn’t started by someone else saying bye, he did it!! he’s enjoying pinepaw’s company!!! probably not to a crush level or maybe not even a friend level, but still!!!!! he’s opening up in his own way!! gradually!!! whatever makes him feel comfortable and he’s not rushing!!!! i love him i hope he gets all of the healing he needs cus i just know this guy needs it. also he and pinepaw r listening x infodump i may have said this already i love them

i also just want to add that i loved the four apprentices doodle at the bottom of i think page 2? also the expressions of bee and plum after mallowstar split them up. ur expressions have always been so good, both here and TDS, and such a good inspiration and they always just add to the moment cus of how clearly u can see how they feel cus of it!!! just!!! yeah!! i never know how to end these haha

I'm glad you liked it eheh!!

Plumstripe definitely wasn't planning to attack Beeface, but her fighting ability insult hit a nerve. Plumstripe considers herself to be the best fighter in the Clan, and she's very proud of that.

I've been neglecting Redpelt too much, I really wanted to get some focus on her. Poor gal. I looked at some videos of cats fighting for reference in this issue; it happens so much faster than anything in Warriors makes it seem, which is true of most fights in general. And Redpelt isn't the kind of take-charge person to instinctively throw herself in the middle of a fight, she's too much of an overthinker. Mallowstar sees a lot of potential in her, and he really wants to help her come out of her shell and show her that she can take charge and use all her smarts and empathy! But Redpelt doesn't believe in herself too much. :( Cootstorm doesn't have a lot of sympathy for her worries, unfortunately.

YES Cormorantpaw saying bye first was really important to me!! It's not much but a little first step is huge for him, especially because the environment he grew up in was emotionally as well as physically dangerous. He had to be on guard a lot. Pinepaw wants to break through his walls, but he's willing to take it at a pace Cormorantpaw is comfortable with, and that means a lot to Cormorant (more than he really realizes!).

TYSM I'm really glad you like the art :D I love drawing silly faces, it's my favorite part. And thank you, as always, for leaving such long thoughtful comments about the issues! I look forward to seeing them pop into my askbox.

#ask #redpelt #plumstripe #beeface #cootstorm #mallowstar #cormorantpaw #pinepaw

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