#Now over 100 of yall follow me

[waybrightgender]

google how to get someone to stop reading about crypto and using degenerate

#jesus christ. i tried to move them over to tumblr to get them off reddit but they just go back to the tumblr subreddit every time. #if i tell them to do something they do it but then they put a new and fascinating /neg spin on it #like i told them to follow more ppl on here and they followed about 50 ppl that seemingly never post and i told them to make their cute #little project a sideblog so they can rb stuff but they made it their main and cant rb anything now #i tell them to be vague about the details of homestuck so that their mom doesnt stop trusting me and they decide its a better idea to keep #calling it a cringey bad old webcomic that i really love because i have bad taste #i tell them to stop using degenarate because its a nazi dogwhistle but they decide thats just stupid i guess and keep using it #i think theyre gonna become a crypto bro they have like 5 books about it #they've been on reddit since they were like 10 i dont think i can get them out of there but they should at least go on better subreddits #instead of r/iam14andthisisdeep and r/tumblr and r/whitepeopletwitter and r/nonpoliticaltwitter and who knows what else #its especially the r/tumblr part that i dont get. because they literally have a tumblr account #if theres a specific user that you see making posts you like on the subreddit go follow them! scroll thru tags of things you like and follo #all the blogs! be annoying and put out a post asking for mutuals tagged with fandoms you like! #oh and they rlly like r/nosleep i wish i could get them to go on the creepypasta wiki instead because at least thatll give them some shared #references with the wider internet and ppl their age. their mom has literally no pop culture references whatsoever so im trying to help the #but its honestly really hard when they dont do what i tell them to do. jesus i sound awful dont i #real sasha waybright moment. “you are going to follow 100 more blogs and turn off algorithm stuff now. end of discussion.” #it's not like they have a community and friends on reddit they dont even have an account theyve been lurking for years #they dont even have the app they use the mobile website. ugh im being so bitchy rn ill just shut up #maybw if yall see that this is how i think then youll realize that im not exactly worth interacting with #sorry for spiraling on ya. im pmsing. #and i have a whole disorder about that so

[descendantofthesparrow]

why are people still following me-i post the stupidest shit-

#why do i have over 2700 followers now #WHY ARE YALL HERE?! #i started this blog to fuck around on tumblr to look at anime shit #14-15 year old me would be quaking rn #her liil anime bloig turned disney descendants blog with 2000+ followers #i was so happy i got to 10 #i rememebr celebrating 100 #just after i joined the fandom and started posting #all the way back in 2018 #cuz i didnt start posting descendants till 2018

[jello-fello]

i so desperately miss being REALLY into making fan content for stuff. like i miss the days where i was uploading fics rapid fire because i kept getting ideas but at the same time i'm like. really relieved about not doing it anymore? I rarely even open ao3 anymore and idek how i feel about it.

i think i miss the fun of it, but all the relief in stopping comes from no longer having to deal with other people that i'd be catering to and trying to please everyone. the moment i realized writing fics wasn't actually like. my job. i think i stopped feeling so burdened and just kind of ended up moving on altogether

and as much as i really really love focusing on original things now, there's definitely a kind of void i feel knowing the audience i did and still have and that the vast majority isnt interested in me as a creator once i'm no longer in a specific fandom yknow? like "wow over half a million have read this one fanfic but only the smallest fraction of that have read my comic"

that being said the biggest thing i've been learning over the last year is to just make content for myself and to try not to worry about Numbers

#i do adore everyone who reads my comic though <3 #and i'll forever be grateful for the bnha fandom especially for the following i have #now that its also really helped me get somewhere ALMOST tangible as an artist #i sincerely think if i never wrote fanfics i wouldnt be doing comic cons or having an etsy or ANY of this stuff im doing #but i dont want to keep making fan content just because i think it'd help me careerwise because that just doesnt feel genuine to me #i like to think id still be into making fics esp for bnha if it werent for what happened with my fic server #the way some people spoke to me towards the end of it really made me step back like 'wow these are the people i write for?' #it was only the smallest handful of people but yknow people focus on negatives more than positives #and after that i just. lost motivation #i finished regen honestly kind of just wanting it to be over instead of looking foward to what came next #thought back to conversations with that one handful of people literally crying almost nightly for Months #and was kinda like 'is this what its like to actually be a creator because i dont want this feeling' #BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT SERVER AND I LOVE ALL OF THEM DEARLY <3 #my comic readers are all absolute sweethearts and i'd die for all of em #100% taught me the thing about small close communities always being better than big ones #thats why i'm so okay with the stats of my comic now compared to my fics #im happy with the numbers now #my brain is very full tonight yall can tell #its the adderall #todo kipp toe flam quicksilvers and everyone else in the server iluuuuu

[furrysmp]

congrats to everyone that is still following me after I saw I had way too many followers to not have at least one antisemitic person following me, the fact that you don't think I murder children for fun is truly a comfort

#I wish this was /s but no genuinely #Had 22 followers. Every time I reach past 20 at least one is antisemitic #I now have 15 followers #thanks for not hating me for being born in a country once btw #Like listen I don't mind if you mass reblog propal stuff. That's good #Just please make sure it's not the posts that talk about how israelis are all evil and want to murder everyone #And maybe reblog. One post about how there's a lot of antisemitism in propal spaces #And how you don't want to make the jews on your blog scared or uncomfortable over that #Just one post. It doesn't have to be praising israel bc fuck knows I hate our current government so much #But I see posts about how secular jews in israel are actually european colonizers roleplaying #And I think about how 100 years ago my great grandparents moved here #And how I'm genuinely scared for my sister who is visiting friends in the uk in a month #And how I'm scared for myself if I ever leave this country again #Because apparently me not wanting to die is controversial in all my political spaces #Except for pro israelis leftist spaces #And that's really sad #That I don't feel safe with yall anymore #Idk #I once joined a mcytblr discord server #The first day I'm there someone asks to “censor i/p” and gets the response “just don't look at the vent channel” #So. I looked. #Not a single person in that server cared enough to say “but it's not all israelis” at the people raving about i/p #Like people out there saying I on a personal level would be happy to murder people because of where I was born #I still get squirmy killing spiders that have rather painful bites. I could never hurt another human on purpose #And they just kept agreeing with each other in the most echo-chamber-y way #So. I left that server #And now I barely do mcyt fandom stuff because I'm scared of getting attention #I don't want attention on my blog or on me as a person #Because at least one in 20 followers will cheer if I get murdered #And that's fucking heartbreaking

[lewisvinga]

because i liked a boy , part ii. | carlos sainz x fem! reader

part one.

summary: carlos sees how y/n is thriving after their break up and he couldn’t help but feel regret, especially after seeing how she moved on.

fc; nicki nicole

warnings; cursing , reader is implied to be a spanish speaker, uhhh idk what else

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs

note; requested ! this is set over a span of a couple of months btw ! this is a long one for me icl

masterlist !

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yourusername: por las noches [at night] remix out now!

thank you pesopluma for giving me the chance to feature on this track, had so much fun collabing with you!

tagged; pesopluma

username: OMG MOTHER

username: this song is so….💔💔

username: her voice + peso’s voice 😫

username: yall think it’s abt carlos???

pesopluma: fue tan divertido trabajar contigo, hasta la próxima! 🖤😁 [it was so fun working with you, until next time!]

yourusername: gracias por darme la oportunidad 🥹🖤 [thank you for giving me the opportunity]

username: omg wasn’t she rumored to date him before carlos??

username: they just shared a mutual friend 😭

username: ‘solita me dejarás’ [you’ll leave me alone] was 100% aimed at carlos for not defending her 🙁

username: the emotions in her voice, i just know that break up hurt her

lilymhe: idk what you’re saying but your pretty voice makes up for it 😫🫶

yourusername: love uuuuuu

username: when she said ‘todo lo que yo te di y todo lo que me diste, fue pa' nada’ [everything i gave to you and everything you gave to me, was for nothing] i felt that shit in MY SOUL😖😖

username: omg omg omg carlos liked!!!

username: my roman empire is cary/n

username: carlos still liking her posts and following her 🥹🥹

username: “voy a preguntar por qué todos nuestros sentimientos se quedaron en ayer” [i’m going to ask why all of our feelings stayed in yesterday] has me in my FEELS, miss y/n you ate w that🤒

alexandrasaintmleux: amazing! always so talented 🩷💐

yourusername: thank u alex 🥹🫶

username: my ferrari wags💔💔

username: this song seems like the last goodbye to carlos tbh, like she’s letting alllll of her feelings out before moving on bc in her recents she looks so happy🥹🥹🥹🥹 liked by yourusername !

liked by carlossainz55, carmenmmundt, and others!

yourusername: “ALMA”, my first album, is finally out! and if that wasn’t enough, official dates for ALMA tour is also out! presale link in my bio. 🖤🖤🖤

username: HELLOOOO?????

username: IM SLDKSKDO

username: trust I WILL BE GOING TO MADRID TO SEE HER

carmenmmundt: i better get front row seats in madrid!!

yourusername: i’ll get them for you #trust

username: anybody notice how the opening show is in madrid ??? coincidentally before the start of the season??

username: i noticed too omg, i’m convinced the tour was planned before her and carlos broke up so he could see her🥹

username: carlos liked this post too!

lilymhe: OH EM GEEEEE IM SO EXCITEDDDDDD liked by yourusername!

username: working extra shifts rn

carlossainz55: felicitaciones! [congratulations] knew you could do it! liked by yourusername!

username: cary/n💔💔😭😭

username: IM SO HYPED FOR THIS

username: so you’re telling me we might hear ‘because i liked a boy’ and ‘por las noches’ LIVE???!!

yourusername: maybeeeeeee

alexandrasaintmleux: already ready for when they officially go on sale! making charles also use his phone and laptop😌😌

yourusername: alexxxxx🥹🥹🫶🫶

carlos congratulations on the album and the tour, i know how hard you’ve been working on both.

y/n thank you, carlos. yeah, i have been working hard despite certain bumps in the road 😊

carlos listen, i’m so sorry. i should’ve defended you more. it was my mistake and i was blind and stupid and i lost you. i lost an amazing girl.

y/n yeah! you were stupid

y/n i was getting death threats and i was told that it was ‘complicated’ to make a post!

y/n but it’s fine, i’m over it.

carlos well i’m not over you.

y/n deal with it, carlos sainz. you messed up. you lost me.

carlos just give me one more chance, por favor, mi amor. [please, my love] te lo juro, [i swear to you] i won’t fuck it up. please.

y/n no. i have a tour to prepare for. goodbye, carlos.

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yourusername: MADRIDDDDD❤️🇪🇸 thank you for creating happier memories for me in this beautiful city. you’re all so special to me🖤🖤

username: ‘happier memories’ rmbr when she’d always be seen in madrid w carlos 🥹

username: OOMF ON TWT SAID SHE SAW CARLOS THERE W CARMEN AND GEORGE AND A MYSTERY GIRL

carmenmmundt: i think i lost my voice from screaming so much🤣 george is even worse!! but amazing like always 💞💞

georgerussell63: broken spanish and don’t have a clue what you said, but i somehow lost my voice

yourusername: it means sm to me that you both enjoyed 🥹🖤

username: MOTHER HAS MOTHERED

username: buenos días y k vivan los mujeres😍 [good morning and long live women]

username: el mejor concierto de mi vida😫😫 [the best concert of my life]

username: streets are saying carlos was there w another girl????

username: the way you guys stopped hating on her the moment she ended things w carlos, you guys are sick!!

username: literally, she was always that girl but since she was dating their fave……

username: idc i never liked her

landonorris: womp womp!

landonorris: waiting for u to come to england

yourusername: soooooon😁

alexandrasaintmleux: so excited for the monaco concert 🩷🩷

yourusername: can’t wait to see you and charles!🫶

liked by carlossainz55, pesopluma, and others

yourusername: special guest in cdmx [mexico city] tonight 🙈 tqm [ilysm] 🖤🖤

tagged; pesopluma

pesopluma: MI REINAAAAAA😍😍😍 [my queen]

pesopluma: la vida es mejor contigoooooo, tqm❤️❤️ [life is better with you, ilysm]

yourusername: 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🖤🖤🖤

username: the way he looks at her, i am unwell

username: she looks so happy w him🙁🙁

username: friends to lovers is REALLL

username: mis faves

username: cdmx concert was the best one

username: POR LAS NOCHES LIVE>>

lilymhe: cuties🫶 2x date next time ur in town??

yourusername: of course 😖

username: not carlos liking 😭

username: wonder how carlos feels realizing he fumbled a bad bitch like y/n for not defending her online

username: the way peso pluma said ‘i’d defend her with my life, that’s how much i love her’ during his lil speech during the concert was so🥹🥹

username: i’m so happy that she looks so happy and relieved, AND THE COMMENT SECTION HAS NO TOXIC FANS!!

username: 😖😖😖😖😖😫😫😫💞

carlos so you’re dating your ‘friend’ now huh

y/n weird i don’t remember asking.🤣

y/n he was there for me when i was getting death threats and being called a slut for nothing. he was there to comfort me when i cried over the thousands of hate comments under every post.

y/n something you never did.

carlos wait until he finds another girl and will dump you. you know how it is when people get that famous that fast. he won’t treat you well.

y/n HA what a joke. very funny, sainz.

y/n weren’t you the one to bring a girl to MY concert?? but i’m the bad guy for moving on and dating someone else???

y/n you’re pathetic, sainz.

carlos admit it, you know i’m right

y/n fuck off, he treats me better than you ever did

carlos sure. sure he does.

y/n move on, sainz. move on.

liked by lilymhe, alexandrasaintmleux, and others!

yourusername: princess treatment only 💞🥹 muchas gracias, mi rey🖤 [thank you very much, my king]

tagged; pesopluma

pesopluma: lo mejor para usted, mi reina❤️ [the best for you, my queen]

yourusername: mi amor 🥹🫶

username: literal goals

username: mis padres

username: a relationship like them pls

username: the way she went from carlos to peso pluma>>>>

username: SHE SAID PRINCESS TREATMENT ONLY ‼️‼️ WE ONLY WANT MEN WHO DEFEND US‼️‼️ liked by yourusername !

username: she looks sooooo happy n free i love it

username: as much as i miss cary/n, peso pluma really does treat her like a queen

lilymhe: ITS WHAT YOU DESERVE BBY!!!!! liked by yourusername !

username: oh i just know lily knows the real shit abt carlos and y/n

lilymhe: i am neither confirming not denying…

landonorris: cool but can u tell him to get on his pc and join the game🙄🙄🙄🙄

pesopluma: on it 🫡

charles_leclerc: WAIT FOR ME

username: wait omg he’s friends w the drivers????

username: duh, she’s besties w the wags , ofc he’s gonna know their bfs

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous gorgeous girls date wonderful amazing guys who make them happy💐🩷🩷

yourusername: well that also makes you a gorgeous gorgeous girl! ilysm🫶🖤🥹

username: wonder how carlos feels knowing he lost y/n to a guy who treats her better AND is friends w his friends 😭😭

username: if i was him i’d be sooo pissed 😭

username: imagine if he was begging for her to take him back

yourusername: lol imagine

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #carlos sainz smau #carlos sainz social media au #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine

[old-lorarri]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 ─ 𝐙𝐆𝟐𝟒 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ false accusations leave to a member of the k-pop group parting ways and goes into hiding only to find out she never really left ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ zhou guanyu x fem! ex kpop idol! songwriter! producer! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ ngl don’t really know where I was going with this one but I kinda like how it turned out so enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

yourinstagram . 3hrs ago

seen by zhouguanyu24 official_g_i_dle 72,434,287 others

seoshinae

liked by 100 others

seoshinae so glad your gone

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user lying ass bitch

user Y/N >>>> your ugly ass 🤮

user shit wannabe actor and an even shittier person 🙄

user hope you never find happness 😽

user how does it feel to be the most hated women in korea 💅

user tbh I didn't even know who you were before this whole thing

user kys

user I hate u 🖕🏼

user JUSTICE FOR Y/N 👏🏼

user can't belive I believed a word that came out of your fucking mouth 🤮

user good luck finding work now bitch

user the devil is she

user the audacity of this bitch 💀

user I never knew I could hate someone so much

user know your place bitch

user bet she made the rumor cuz she was jealous of Y/N and her success

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yourinstagram

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user I MISSED YOUUU

user checking this post everyday cause I’m so in love

zhouguanyu24 welcome back ⤷ yourinstagram thank you zhou but I never felt ⤷ user who is this man and why is he talking to my wife? ⤷ user seems to be an f1 driver ⤷ user baby what do you mean never left? ⤷ user okay but how do they know each other?

user THE CAPTION IS SO REAL OF YOU

user We love you!!!

user zhou how real of you to comment that

user Y/N, thank you for posting. You may not know about how much people missed you and wanted to know if you' were safe and happy 🥹

user as a kpop and f1 girly it's a good day to be me

user Y/N opened her IG in a short while, her followers reached a million. As for Seo Shin Ae, she opened her IG for a long time and didn't even reach a million hahaha.

user The most attractive, beautiful, wonderful, talented, cute, kind and pure girl🥹💞💞

user I MISSED UU 🌷🌷

user Y/N?!?!? MY WIFEY BACK YALL SO U BETTER WATCH OUT

user Thank you so much for coming back to Instagram. Ignoring the evils and walking happily on the flower path. I miss you so so much. I love you. Always cheer up and have a happy day❤️😍

user girl one post isn’t enough we need more we need more

user I’M HERE AGAIN, BABY. AAAA, I MISSED YOU AGAINNN

user ❤️🥹

user SHEEEEEEESH

user OUR QUEENCARD

user WHY AM I SO SLOW

user WAR IS OVER Y/N IS BACK!!!!

user MY HEART ONLY WANTS YOU

user okay but zhou's like and comment I'm so confused do they know each other?

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zhouguanyu24 . 5hrs ago

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yourinstagram and zhouguanyu24

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yourinstagram and zhouguanyu24 my inspration 💕

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─ requested by . . .

anon ─ Saw that your recent post was also asking for Zhou Guanyu. When I tell you there isn’t enough out there for him, 😩😩 Hear me out: Instagram soft and/or hard launch, reader is a well known K-pop songwriter and producer who avoids any sort of media presence like the plague after leaving the kpop group she was in. After being on Guanyu’s social media, people get curious again and it’s a whole thing.

#꒰꒰ ‧₊˚📁 ─ my works ˚₊· ꒱꒱ #zhou guanyu #zhou guanyu imagine #zhou guanyu imagines #zhou guanyu x reader #zhou guanyu x you #zhou guanyu x y/n #zhou guanyu fluff #zhou guanyu fanfiction #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 smut #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 angst #formula 1 x you

[8ttached]

pretty laced dress

pairings - fontaine x blk woman

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni!! bathroom + mirror sex, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, not proof read, aave mentioned in story.

word count - 830

a/n: hey guys!! i just wanna say thank you for 100+ followers?! i feel so honored to have so many people enjoy my writing thank you thank youu!! im trying to ease my way back to being more active on this account and having you guys know a little more about me but just know my reqs are definitely open right now so help a sister out with recommending some writing prompts (smut or not id be glad to write them) but dont hold it over my head i still have a life yall (T0T)

summary: it's your anniversary night with Fontaine and as you guys are getting ready to hit the road, your boyfriend couldn't get enough of the black lacy dress you slipped on. after seeing your boyfriend get needier by the minute he realizes you two have a little time to spare.

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!!)

“Hey baby, can you help me with this dress?” 

Today marked your 2nd year anniversary with fontaine and what better way to celebrate than a nice dinner between the two of you. This was your second time trying on this dress. the black, thin, tight dress that complimented you in every way. From your deep skin tone to your delicate curves, that dress had your name written all over it. There was one problem though, the zipper. The cheap zipper on the back of your dress. Not only was it hard to zip up yourself, but when you tired, the zipper would never budge. Which is why you called fontaine into the shared bathroom

You were too focused on the zipper to notice your observant boyfriend standing by the door, quietly admiring you from head to toes. By time you got impatient you turned to the door getting ready to yell out for him again only to get startled by the tall, male figure leaning on the door frame. 

“Holy shit Fontaine don't scare me like that!” your freshly done nails laid on your chest while you catch your breath. “My bad ma, whatchu need help with?” Fontaine asks, his hands slowly wondering on your hips. “Can you zip the zipper in the back?” ignoring your boyfriend's rough hands wondering from your hips up to your waist. “Mhm” he lightly nods, his hand not leaving your waist. The zipper started from the bottom to the middle of your back and Fontaine loved it. He loved how well it complemented you. Your glistening, defined back, the gold necklace clasp that hung down the back of your neck, he loved Everything. Sure, he was quiet, but his thoughts were sure loud as hell and It took everything in him not to blow your back out right then and there.

He took his time zipping up your dress, admiring what everyone else wanted but definitely couldn't have. He hums quietly. “You so beautiful baby.” you cheese at the compliment. “Thank you baby.” you smile looking towards him through the mirror, noticing his eyes glued on your back. “I could blow your back out right now.” he whispers in his raspy voice. You gasp. “Fontaine!” you yell out. “what, I can't admire you right now..” he trails off as he gets distracted. He observed how your dress hugged your curves, how it shaped your ass perfectly. He really could stare at you for hours. “Ya think we got a lil' time to spare?” you feel his warm breath on the crook of your neck before you feel light kisses from his thick dark lips. The only thing he did was breathe on your neck and already he has your ass under his spell. You take a deep breath eagerly nodding your head. “Uh huh.. but we have to be quick” You take a deep sigh. 

“Then lemme not take this time for granted.” you feel his light grin against your sensitive neck

There you were, bent over the bathroom sink getting your pussy eaten by the starved man behind you. The bathroom was filled with muffled moans and high-pitched whimpers. “fuck taine!” your spread legs caused the dress to stretch from the floor. “Mhm, my perfect lady, you’re so sexy” Fontaine mumbles against your soaked pussy as he grips your ass tightly earning a shaken hum from you.  “Mm- I'm gonna-”

“Mhm, There you go, let it out, baby.” 

his vibrated praise sends you through your 1st orgasm. after what felt like only minutes you were losing your mind. From the Hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and collar bone, your ass stinging from each smack and passionate grip, to your man eating your sloppy pussy as if he hasn't eaten in days. all of it was becoming overwhelming. “t-too much taine please..” you whimper as you grip the bathroom counter, desperate for support. Throughout the orgasms you’ve given out, he didn't let you catch a break, let alone your breath.

 “Mm mm, i know you can take a baby, i know you can.” he slips his middle and ring finger inside your sloppy cunt. 

Everything felt intense but so good. Everything Fontaine was saying was going out one ear and right out the other until you felt a smack against your ass.

“Taine- gonna cum again!” you yelled out. Arching your back, pleading for more. 

“Thats right ma, let it all out mhm i got you” 

was all you could hear before you clashed into yet another orgasm.

the ringer on your phone interrupted causing you to fall back into consciousness. “Just in time” Fontaine whispers as he pulls your lacy black panties back up and your dress back down over your ass. You look up at the mirror noticing his obvious boner in his pants. “Wait, taine what about-”

“i can wait till later tonight” he kisses your temple, grinning at you. 

“Now fix ya self up, we gon be late.” and so you did.

#they cloned tyrone #fontaine #fontaine x black reader #fontaine x reader #tct #black reader #fontaine smut #john boyega #x black reader #x black fem reader #x reader #they cloned tyrone x reader #tyrone x black!reader

[obsessive-evie]

jealous Kate headcanons

bc i’m obsessed

i don’t think she’s exactly possessive in general but here we are

would make sure YOU know who you belong to more than other people know

like would kinda be cocky abt it?? like if someone started hitting on you she’d let it happen sorta and be like, “stare all you want but at the end of the night it’ll be me who’s fucking her” type of vibes

but would kiss you stupid, breathless, desperate, rough, feverish, unafraid, never holding back, hair pulling, neck scratching type of kisses

if you got embarrassed she’d just make you look at her, not necessarily say anything but just make sure she sees all of your face and holds your eyes

her sweetness and gentleness would still come out, but the second she gets you alone there’s kisses trailing down your jaw, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, feeling her hot, sloppy wet kisses all over your body, everywhere, lower than your stomach, and above it.

she’d literally just kiss you until she’s decided you’ve understood what she’s feeling, like if you try to pull away she’d just follow and pull you closer, lots of spit and tongue

idk i just feel like she’d want to kiss you 24/7 anyways but especially so when she’s feeling jealous

seems like an arm around your shoulder type of girl, if not it’s loosely resting around your back and on your opposite hip (idk if that makes sense)

would be rational about it, until she’s more than a little tipsy, THEN clingy as fuck, not leaving you alone, lowkey glaring at anyone that made her jealous, kissing your neck every now and then, a horny (but quiet kind of horny) drunk in general

like she wouldn’t exactly drag you away but she’d just keep giving you those eyes and her hands would be under your shirt or barely dipping into your waistband

is a huge flirt and will act like yall aren’t dating just to flirt with you excessively

would talk abt it the morning after or just later, say she doesn’t get jealous (100% does), and that she knows you’re hers but it’s nice to let everyone know every once in a while. makes it VERY clear she loves and trusts you, she just likes kissing you (will not admit she’s a horny drunk)

#wcbb #kate martin #kate martin my beloved #headcanons #she’s so fine #i emerge from hibernation once more #only to talk abt kate #i’ve missed yall #all my anons are so sweet

[alexfromjersey]

𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 & 𝓕𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: jah submits a demo. jenna gets questioned by hudson. fans start to piece things together

warnings: mature language

a/n: I want to quit my job 🙂. I wish we got paid to write fanfiction. I walked 14,987 steps in one single shift

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@modernbussywhip: AIGHT I NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME

@ghostridingwhip: aggressive for wat tho?

@modernbussywhip: SSSHHHHHH I HAVE NEW INFO BOUT JAH'S MYSTERY GIRL! I have two potential candidates and please note that one of them is a little bit of a surprise

@highondatgreen: i thought it was clear that I'm Jah's girl

@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen whatever u smoke...slide some over here

@ghostridingwhip: @modernbussywhip who are the candidates 👀

@modernbussywhip: ALRIGHT CLASS IS IN SESSION. Now like I said i have two candidates but it could be more cuz we all know Jah is a hoe...a respectable one tho but i digress.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO UNO: Stacey Vernon, a popular social media influencer on TikTok. She has a twin sister Diana and with Davis, they all attended school together (as she has mentioned in a TikTok video). They were together at Stacey's birthday party not too long ago and even though Jah shut the rumors down of them being together...we never know when it comes to Shiesty.

@fnthechat: geeeeezzzzz if this Jah's girl....

@behindthespecialk: I love jah but there's no way jah bagged her

@shiestylover: @behindthespecialk: whoa whoa not u doubting my girl's ability to bag bad bitches. you must not seen her roster 😏

@behindthespecialk: HOW?!?! @sheistylover

@shiestylover: she just built like that 😏

@modernbussywhip: LMAOOO while we can admire the untouchable rizz Jah has later....we should move on to candidate numero dos because this one...is a little out there but plausible.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO DOS: we all know her, we all love her and it's Miss Jenna Ortega. Now now now before everyone start think pieces just look at my evidence ok come come....evidence number one back when the Scream 6 premiere happened Jah accompanied Davis to it. I'm 95% sure that's where they first met because Jah didn't go to Canada while Davis was filming Scream 6. 1/4

@modernbussywhip: we all saw jenna appear in Jah's vlog...the eye contact, the sexual tension, everything was there between them. But fast forward a couple of hours later, a fan posted a pic with jenna who was at a restaurant and in the pic u can see a tattooed arm and it's the same tattoos Jah has! 2/4

@modernbussywhip: CONTINUE TO WALK WITH ME! Fast forward more, they follow each other on Instagram and as a jenna fan also...that girl avoids that app like the bubonic plague EXCEPT for when Jah posts...every single post of jah has a jenna like...i don't think jenna even likes her mother's posts so for her to only be on Instagram liking Jah's posts....my spidey senses are tingling 3/4

@modernbussywhip: ALMOST DONE! now we always mess with jah on her Reddit so lately it's been nothing but pics and edits of jenna on it...NOT ONCE has she told anyone to stop sending pics and edits of jenna. AND every time she looks at one...her eyes lights up and she starts to smile and blush! Plus after the Met Gala, Jenna stayed in New York...why did she stay in New York?? Jenna's from Cali across the fucking country and she was seen around the Bronx area....YALL NOT FOOLING ME! 4/4

@fnthechat: if jah managed to bag the baddiest scream queen in existence...imma need her to write a book about how to generate THAT much rizz

@ghostridingwhip: fr...that's like level 100 rizz...past Duke Dennis level of rizz

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"Man this is the fucking FIFTH studio I called today and none of them got availability tonight" You groaned out of frustration.

"Why you wait until the last minute to call these studios?" Delyse questioned.

"Well I just signed up for the contest. It was a spur of the moment thing I didn’t really think it through." You said.

Delyse hummed in response and turned her attention back to the food on the stove.

"We can see if Kenny still got his home studio. I think he still live on 33rd" Davis said.

"Bet let's go. We'll be back Ma" You said to your mother and left with Davis.

"You got a song you gonna record?" Davis asked.

"Yeah I wrote it a long time ago. I made the beat and everything" You smiled.

Soon the two of you made it to Kenny's house. You walk into the building and climb up the three flights of stairs, remembering that his elevator never worked. You got to his door and knocked on it.

You waited patiently and slightly out of breath. You knocked again, "Yo Kenny it's me Jah."

Suddenly, the door was ripped opened and a furious looking woman stood there with a crying baby on her hip.

"Uh is Kenny here?" You asked.

The woman laughed sadistically, "Of course you're looking for Kenny. Kenny left four months ago with a skank from Brooklyn."

You and Davis looked at each other stuck on what to say.

"Um...you don't happen to still have his studio equipment?" You asked carefully.

"Nope. I burned it. I burned everything of his" The woman replied.

"Okay thanks" You both gave her a small smile and walked away from Kenny's former apartment. The two of you left the building with you feeling utterly defeated.

"What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to submit this demo by 11:59 tonight" You sighed.

"Don't stress bruh we gon' figure something out. Trust" Davis reassured you. You nodded and took a deep breath in to calm your body down.

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London, England

1:23 am

Jenna had just got to her temporary home after a long day of filming. She was exhausted and was glad she had the day off so she can rest properly. She pulled her shoes off and placed her purse on the table.

Just as she was about to sit on the couch, a knock is at her door.

She internally screams before she walks to the door and opens it to reveal Hudson.

Jenna sighed, "What do you want Hudson?"

"I...just wanted to check in on you. I know you've been working hard which could be harmful to the baby" Hudson said nervously.

"Now you care about me and my baby" Jenna said and raised her eyebrow in suspicious at the boy.

"I always cared about you Jenna. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now" Hudson replied.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have told my family about me being pregnant. That wasn't something someone who cared about me would do" Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't my place to do that and I sincerely apologize" Hudson said.

Jenna hummed in response, not really believing his words.

Hudson sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "I truly am sorry and I regret doing it. I just...I just wanted to check on you after everything that happened with Neil on the plane."

At the mention of the male, Jenna tensed. She was doing good with pushing him out of her thoughts. Instead, choosing to focus on her filming. She couldn't and won't let him control her...not anymore. She deserved to be happy.

"I'm fine. I'll handle it" Jenna lied.

Hudson opened his mouth to say something but decided against it after seeing the look on her face.

"Okay...I'll uh...see you tomorrow" Hudson said and walked away from her door. Jenna shut the door after he left and sat on her couch. She was stressed and that wasn't good for her or the baby...she needed to relieve some stress.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i need help

NYC 🩵:

with 👀

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

im stressed

NYC 🩵:

well taking deep breaths and meditating i heard is a good source of stress relief

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

NYC 🩵:

was that not the right thing to do?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

nope

NYC 🩵:

ah shit

WAIT

😏😏😏😏😏😏

i know what u want

🤤🤤🤤 vegan food looks bomb don't ya agree

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

I hate you with everything in me 😂

NYC 🩵:

💀💀💀 wym? wat i do? is that not right also?!?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know that's not what i want

NYC 🩵:

what u want then

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know

NYC 🩵:

i dont know ms ortega

not a mind reader

use your words

A chill went through Jenna's body as she read the message, imagining you actually saying those words to her...under different circumstances.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

don't say that

it makes it harder when you say things like that

NYC 🩵:

😂😂😂😂

ain't it like almost 2 am or something over there

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

no...

NYC 🩵:

nice try

go to sleep

goodnight my honey bunches of oats 😘🥰

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you're annoying 😒

Jenna groaned and placed her phone down next to her. She needed to eat, shower, and sleep. But before she could even attempt to start, her phone dinged again. She grabbed it and opened the message from you, she took a sharp inhale of air.

NYC 🩵:

word?

*attachment: 1 image*

It was picture of you in the mirror with your head titled to the side and tongue stretched out your mouth. Your tongue was naturally long, almost reaching to your chin. But what also caught her eyes was your hand placement which was grabbing your genitalia through your gray sweatpants. That's all Jenna needed.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i take back what i said

🤰🏻🩵

You laughed at Jenna's message and fixed yourself before walking out the bathroom. You and Davis got back to your Mother's house defeated from the lack of progress in finding a studio.

You don't know how you were going to finished this demo and submit it in 4 hours.

A knock at the door grabbed your attention, you watched as your mother walks to the door and cracks it open.

"Hey Leon" Delyse smiled brightly at the sight of the man.

"Hey Del, how you doing?" Leon gave her a smile back.

"I'm good just cooking for these clingy kids" Delyse answered and opened the door wider for Leon to see you and Davis.

"Hey Mr. Greenhill" You and Davis simultaneously greeted the older man. Leon chuckled and waved at them.

"Oh I knew I smelled something delicious. Man I missed smelling your cooking reminds me of the old days" Leon flattered.

Delyse let out a little giggle, "Yeah the old days."

The two adults stood in the doorway looking at each other basking in the comfortable silence. Meanwhile, you and Davis looked at each other before looking back at the older adults.

"I...uh just wanted to stop by and say hello. I don't wanna intrude anymore than I already have" Leon smiled at Delyse.

"No, no, no intruding...do you want a plate?" Delyse boldly asked.

It took a moment for Leon to come up with a response but eventually he did, "Uh yeah sure."

The older gentleman walked into the house and Delyse closed the door behind him. Leon pulled off his cap and held it in his hands. He sat next to you at the end of the table.

"How you guys doing?" Leon politely said to you and Davis.

"Eh" You shrugged.

"Eh? Why eh?" Leon questioned.

"Jah signed up for this music competition. Winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. The contestants must submit a demo by 11:59 p.m tonight but we haven't found a studio all week" Davis explained.

"And I tried recording it on my phone but the audio is all grainy and hard to hear" You sighed.

"Hmm...can you sing the song you are going to submit?" Leon questioned.

You and Davis glanced at each other again but Davis just shrugged. You scrolled to the notes app and pulled the beat of the song you are going to use.

"Rollin' through with stacks, it's easy, money rainin' down, just like a storm, I got the riches-" You get interrupted by Leon pausing the beat on your phone.

"No" Leon said.

"No? What you mean no? It's a good song" You scoffed.

"Yeah for the early 2015 era when singing about money like that could get you hits. It's 2023 now, people want to hear something different something unique. If I was a judge and I heard that...I would think you're just hopping on the trendy music hoping for yours to be the hit. But you don't realize that everyone is thinking the same thing as you. The only way for you to be looked at twice is if you stand out. Let the lyrics come from within you, come from your heart" Leon explained to you.

Delyse then comes from the kitchen with a plastic bag with aluminum foiled wrapped plates inside.

"Here you go" Delyse smiled and handed Leon the bag.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this Delyse" Leon smiled at her grateful. He stood up from the table and grabbed his cap.

"Once you find those lyrics, come and find me on Southern BLVD but hurry though you got four hours left" Leon said and left the house.

Meanwhile, you sat stuck at the dining room table. Replaying the words Leon said, basically calling your song shit. It stung but deep down you knew he was right. The song didn't feel like you, it felt like a 14 year old wrote it and it wasn't your style.

You glanced at the clock on the wall as you grabbed a pen and paper. 7:48 p.m. Your eyes then glanced down to your phone and an unopened message from Jenna.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you have to be the greatest partner alive 😏

"Have to be..." You muttered to yourself. Instantly, your hand starts to move by itself as you write down the lyrics to your new song.

Let the lyrics come from your heart.

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Two hours later, you finally finished and made your way to Southern BLVD with Davis tagging along.

"Why Southern BLVD though? What's here besides crackheads and prostitutes?" Davis commented.

The two of you continued walking down the block until you start to hear the sound of music. The closer you got to the corner, the louder and clearer the music became. It was street drummers and Leon was in the middle of them playing the electric guitar. You and Davis watched in amazement as he kept up with the drummers until they finished their last cord together.

The small amount of people that were gathered applauded them and a couple gave a few dollars before walking away.

"Yo I ain't know you could play the guitar Mr. Greenhill" Davis said.

Leon chuckled, "I'm a man with many talents son." The older male turned to you.

"I'm assuming you got something better with you this time" Leon teased.

You laughed, "Yeah I do. Wrote it from the heart like you said."

"Alright, well you better warm up that voice. You got a song to perform" Leon smiled and patted your back.

"Wait what? Right now? In public?" You questioned.

"Uh yeah. You need to submit that demo in two hours. I checked to see if you submit a live version of your demo and it said you could so get a move on" Leon said and stepped to the side.

"I don't got a beat though I just have the lyrics" You said. You were really trying your hardest not to perform in front of people severely underprepared.

"Don't worry about that" Leon said and placed the guitar over his shoulder.

Leon then played a cord on the guitar, soon the bucket drummer started feeling the vibe and matched the cord Leon was playing. Then you heard someone sweeping from behind you, it surprisingly also matched with everyone. You start to nod your head, feeling the rhythm and you grabbed the beat up microphone from the ground.

Davis pulled out his phone to start recording you.

"Can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere. Airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning. I can't fathom why you choose me out billions but I'll take it" You sung. You felt your eyes close as you got lost into the music.

Soon, you finished off the song to a large crowd cheering and clapping at your performance.

"I told you let the lyrics come from your heart. You made magic tonight Jah, take pride of your work" Leon educated you.

You nodded at him and walked over to Davis who was fiddling with his phone.

"And submitted" Davis smiled at you as he submitted the demo on the competition website.

"Hard part is over for now. Now we wait" You exhaled deeply.

a/n: if you put a buck in my cup I will shut the fuck up… but you ain’t gotta be a baller to give me a motherfucking dollar…

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#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #nycxhollywood #g!p reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x oc #jenna ortega x black!reader #jenna ortega x you #Spotify

[missdaytonawrites]

light shower • a. anderson

summary - a pleasent lil' domestic evening with abs. :)

WC - 853

cw/tw - none! just a fluffly take on evenings with abby, still 100% MDNI. afab!reader, domestic!abby, kissing, teeth-rottingly sweet fluff, gendered pet names (pretty girl, my girl etc.) just a whole lotta love here.

A/N - ..heeeey people... heres another fic for my abs!!! i promise theres a POTO fic comin.. bear with me lol. i love everyone elses love for "kintsugi" so i wanted to get somethin' out that gives ya' a taste of abby on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. just a little refresher after this weeks previous smut. hope yall eat this up!

"i was surprised to see heaven in your eyes."

an extremely loud “crash” noise comes from the slammed-shut screen door, it follows the squeal leaving your lips and the thumping of your footsteps against soft soil. as you full-sprint into this spring's greenery, your senses are flooded with the pine-y scent of the season.

not much time passes before you hear the screen door creak and then loudly slam again. but this time, its abby, ever-burly and beautiful as she barrels down the back porch and into her yard to get you. “can’t hide from me, pretty lady!” you hear her shout from behind the bush you're using as camouflage, “gonna find you and get you!” she triumphs.

you were current reigning hide n’ seek champion, having won three games more than abby just today! always finding new or adventurous spots that would have her searching for hooours. you were typically the one who insinuated these seemingly childish games, practically begging for abby's attention as you whined and tugged at the neck of her shirt.

abby, on the other hand, secretly loved this. the domesticity of it all? her absolute favorite, she loved coming home from work and playing a couple rounds of tag or hide n’ seek with you. pretending she was a kid again with her person was the best part of her day. she never really could let the stress of work bother her when she knew what was waiting at home.

exactly where she was right now, looking high and low through the botany to find you. hoping that this time, you’re in a spot she can actually get to you in. you were infamous for climbing up into trees or into hidden cabinets when you really wanted to win. at this point, abbys ready to give up! feeling as though shes looked in every bush and behind every tree, just as she hears a faint rustling and… umph-

in the blink of an eye, she’s got you in her arms bridal style and has damn-near tackled you to the ground. boy, was it a sight to see. the two of you stumbling about, like a pair of idiots, trying to come back from the giggling fits you’ve both fallen into. once abby has safely caught her balance and has you secured in her embrace, she erupts with giggles again as she lets you both clumsily fall to the ground. “can’t believe ya’ got me!” pouting as she pulls you close to her, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “dunno what you want me to say,” she shrugs against the grass, “i got a knack for findin’ pretty girls hiding in my backyard.”

you scooch even further into her. “yeah, yeah. you do this time.” abby brushes you off her shoulder and leans over your lying form, plucking a longer piece of grass from the earth. rolling back over, she props herself up on her elbows and begins to trace your features with her freshly picked possession. the blade of grass traces up the bridge of your nose and over one of your eyebrows. it goes down and over your cheekbones, then brushes your lips. the faint texture of the plant sending you into an all-encompassing nirvana.

now she twirls the grass, just barely, against your cheek. letting it drop while she closes the distance between you two, her lips grazing yours for a fraction of a second then passionately pressing into yours. abby couldn’t ever get enough of your kisses. she would kiss ya’ till she ran out of breath if she could! your lips were so plush and typically moisturized, you always smelt like fresh fruit. getting absolutely lost in the intimacy, she begins to alternate between kissing and nibbling on your lips. practically sucking a hickey onto your lower face, she takes a deep inhale of your scent and then pulls away. slowly detaching her lips from yours with a dreamy sigh.

“such a pretty lady i got beneath me..” she sits up and your head sorta naturally falls on her lap. “love comin’ home to my pretty girl.” these parts of your evening, where time feels sticky-slow and the hot air starts to cool, make your heart swell. life with your abby was everything and more, something you’d wish for twenty times over in another life. so there you and abby sat, wrapped up in one another while you softly hum into her leg. she whispers sweet nothings as her fingers rake through your hair, and it doesnt take long for you to start to doze off in her lap. she doesnt let you drift too far off into sleep though, scooping you up and courting you in the house.

she gets you into bed and mutters something about being right back before leaving to go turn out all the lights and lock the house up. once she returns, there you are. the sweetest thing to ever walk gods green earth sleeping peacefully amidst her sheets. clicking out the bedside lamp, she climbs in next to you and makes sure your tucked in. “g’night pretty girl.” and then, same as you, she's out.

i hope you liiiike! im such a sucker for sweet gf abby maybe you are too, i promise there are more fics to come!!

#the last of us fanfiction #sapphic #tlou show #tlou x reader #tlou fic #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #muscle mommy abby #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #my sweet girl #i love her

[viathecloset]

Taehyung and jungkook's relationship is overlooked by 90% of the fandom solely because they are so controlled by the narrative of the fandom/company that they cannot quite accept that anything outside is even a remote possibility. Ive been more of a quiet observer for years now [my sister's an army since 2015] and I've seen the boys, moreover I know how marketing and kpop works. It's quite evident if u observe close enough of the pattern on how this group of seven guys who genuinely love music is marketed you would understand to what extent you're being brainwashed. Im not talking about this like a conspiracy theorist. It's quite simple and right infront of you. Yall refuse to accept it that's all.

1. There are a certain set of stories that are made to be told by them, over and over again. Even if it disturbs them or they are bored. E.g: 2018 disbandment story, vmin dumpling incident, jikook rain fight/tokyo trip, mind you there are many things that happend between people who lived together for 10+ yrs but if it cuts the flow of events you are made to believe happened you aren't gonna hear from it, ever.

2. Like stories there are dynamics that each pair is supposed to portray Taegi as annoying/annoyed duo, taejin/jikook as flirty HS boyfriends, namseok/taekook the awkward old friends and no matter how much the relationships change or evolve you won't see it cuz again, it won't FIT the narrative that has already been shown.

3. Like relationships there are characteristics that thankfully some members chose to break out of during their solo era: hoseok always being sunshine and loud ( he's quite serious and very dedicated infact ), jungkook being that muscle dude who only knows how to follow his Hyungs ( he's very independent and has a lot of targets he wants to achieve individually, he's very thoughtful and organized) and Taehyung being WEIRD and weak ( he's extremely intelligent and super strong he's strategic and disciplined)

4. This brings us to the whole Taekook narrative, the fact that they've been seen so much during solo era yet people had the audacity to still call them distant and awkward solely cuz it wasn't via company but through Taehyung's ig or jungkook mentioning him in interviews etc. I think it's needless to say they aren't comfortable being touchy and showy on camera for content, hell if they were to shoot everytime Taehyung and jungkook hangout there would he enough CONTENT till 2067. They're supportive of eo and have a very big shared friend circle, when jungkook went missing for almost 2 months we got to know Taehyung was the one he was with.

5. The thing is everyone [ including my own sister ] thinks that Taehyung is being desperate or such whenever he mentions Taehyung cuz a. Yall have actually led jokers run so fucking rampant that everytime the man mentions him actually doing something you're ready to throw him under the bus and call him a liar or such. b. Im not saying jungkook isn't close to anyone else but when he isn't working or shooting content and just wants to be himself the one you saw him most was around Taehyung and yes it matters. In the name of hating shippers yall have not only dissed the quite frankly PRIVATE bond they seem to share but went as far as dissing Taehyung himself cuz of the extreme level of manipulation yall are under.

Ik imma find armys [jikookers ]under this sooner or later calling me names but to be honest I'm sick and tired of yall dissing very real people and their very real human relationships solely based off the content yall are made to believe is 100% candid. Go touch grass, get friends, go date, don't obsess over them for a while then come back and try seeing it from a neutral perspective.

#taekook #taehyung #jungkook #bts #tumbler #opinion #fandom ships

[kywaslost]

Maternal Affections - Grell Sutcliff

A/N: When I tell you I slaved over this one, I SLAVED over this one! @idyllic-affections asked that someone write this for them, and I liked the idea so I decided to give it a shot. Usually, I knock out requests or ideas in one sitting, but this, this piece took DAYS. I worked on it every day for hours and ended up falling in love with this. I really hope yall like this one! And as a reminder, I haven’t read the manga yet so I’m sure there are things in this that aren’t canon at all.

Request:  fanfic writers, i NEED you all to write grell PLATONICALLY taking care of a young (16-18 kind of age range) non-binary reaper and being like a mother/big sister figure to them. just... her knowing what it's like. her knowing and truly understanding how much pain they were going through in life, how bad it must have been for someone as young as them to end up as a reaper. her making damn sure absolutely no-one treats them like that again because god knows grell is hard to handle normally; lord forbid someone genuinely piss her off. grell just taking a young lil non binary reaper under her wing, it would be so sweet.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, sh, drowning. Proceed with caution please <3

The line between reality and unconsciousness was such a blur you weren’t 100% sure you knew where you were. The last thing you could remember was sitting on the edge of the dock, looking out over the endless sea. Then the feeling of water flooding your lungs as you slowly lose consciousness. You remembered there being a warm breeze, but now you seemed to be cold. You couldn’t grasp your surroundings, floating in and out of consciousness.

Then there were voices. Your breathing stalled for only a moment, fearing you had been found before you could die. And that’s when you began assessing your physical state. You weren’t in any pain, not like you were before you lost consciousness. In fact, you felt just fine, as if you had only fallen asleep instead of attempting to take your own life. And you were lying down. Did you wash up on shore? Last you remembered, you were too far under the surface of the water to be seen.

“Well, good morning dear,” you heard someone say to your right. “You’re finally waking up!” 

You stilled, unsure you wanted to open your eyes just yet. You didn’t recognize the voice, and feared it was a nurse, or a doctor, that you’d open your eyes just to see a hospital room. 

“You can open your eyes, you know,” the voice spoke up again. 

You slowly opened your eyes, only to groan and close them again when you were met with a bright light. Blinking back the tears that formed from the light, you rubbed your eyes and sat upright. The room you're in didn’t look like a hospital room, which made you feel a bit better, until you realized you had no idea where you were, and the person beside you was a complete stranger.

They had bright red hair, dressed in extravagant red clothing. They sat in a cushioned armchair in the corner of the small room you were in. Their legs were crossed at the knees, and they smiled widely.

“Hello, darling.” There was a slight accent to their words.

“Where am I?” you groaned softly. Looking down, you saw a thin blanket covering your legs, and suddenly you were grateful for the fabric. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled even wider, bearing sharp, pointed teeth. “Why, I am the infamous Grell Stufliff, the most beautiful reaper around if I do say so myself.” The reaper flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, looking over to you. “Welcome to HQ. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, reviewing souls and whatnot.”

You were so lost and confused. You couldn’t believe what was going on. Surely this wasn’t true. Maybe you were hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Maybe you haven't died yet, but in the process of doing so. But why were you dry?

“You’re confused, that’s common,” Grell said, pushing up off of the chair. “Follow me, and I’ll explain.” She walked over to the door, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Coming, dear?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled the blanket off of your lap, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and lowering yourself to the floor. You had no shoes, like you remembered, and you could feel the cold linoleum floor through your socks. Stumbling to the door, you followed Grell out into the hall.

“Am-am I dead?” you asked hesitantly, pulling at the hems of your sleeves. Grell turned around, walking backwards in order to talk to you. 

“Well of course you are darling, how do you think you got here?” She smiled kindly, leading you into a busy room, crowded with people trying on different outfits, much like a clothing store. “This is where people go after they end their lives.” Grell beamed at the sight of red, gripping your hand suddenly to drag you over to them. “Now, first thing’s first, a uniform. Most reapers wear black, but really you are allowed to pick whatever you like.” She let go of your hand to flick through the various tops, taking one off the hook and holding it up to your shoulders. “Oh, red suits you so well, darling! Positively stunning!”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um, I’d prefer a different top, please.” 

Grell frowned, but nodded understandingly. “Aw, alright. I’ll help you, and explain more about why you are here.” 

As Grell helped you look for a new outfit, she also explained why you were with her, as well as what you are now. She explained the purpose of reapers, what to expect on the job, and the works, such as death scythes and the death schedule. You didn’t say anything, just taking in her words as you tried on various articles of clothing. 

You didn’t understand how you could feel so calm. You’d think waking up in a strange place with an unknown ‘human’ beside you would freak you out, let alone finding out you’re now a supernatural being. But death does that to someone, you think. You already felt safer in this new environment than you did back when you were still living. 

It wasn’t until you were dressed in your new clothes and led back down the hall that Grell asked for your name.

“Oh, I’m such a terrible woman!” She shrieked dramatically, falling onto you as you walked beside her. You pushed her away quickly, uncomfortable with her touch. She was still a stranger. “I haven’t asked for your name!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at the ground and shrugging. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

And it was now that Grell finally took in your appearance. Your slouched posture, as if you were trying to hide within yourself. You let your hair fall into your eyes, and avoided eye contact. You wouldn’t say much when you spoke, and had such a soft voice it was hard for ehr to hear you sometimes. It left her wondering how old you were.

She decided to back off a bit for the rest of the night, calming down in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. She helped you pick out the perfect pair of glasses, and even recommended death scythes. In the end, she had finished walking you through the beginning steps of becoming a reaper, and it was beginning to get late into the night. Grell was growing tired, and she could see that you were as well.

“Every reaper is assigned a trainee from time to time,” she explained, leading you to yet another unknown location. “So each reaper is assigned a housing unit with spare rooms for the trainees to stay until they become fully-trained.” Grell smiled as she pushed open another door and led you inside. “Welcome home! Mi casa es tu casa, as they say.” She opened yet another door, revealing a decently sized bed with a small closet, and even a desk tucked away in one corner. “This will be your room for the next few months. Make yourself at home!”

The next week passed too slowly for your liking. You learned more and more about becoming a reaper each day, and to be completely honest, you didn’t mind becoming a reaper. Sure, you were lonely, and it looked like a tedious job, but it seemed much better than the life you had when you were living. At least here, there was some understanding of pain between everyone.

You wouldn’t admit it, but having Grell by your side almost 24/7 really helped. She trained you hard. Enough to challenge you and leave you sore, but not enough to hurt you in any way. Every night, once you both returned home, she would make your dinner while you showered and changed into your night clothes.

One night, sleep eluded you. You layed in bed for hours, tossing and turning, but you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you decided to get some fresh air. Grell’s apartment had a small balcony, with the entrance in the living room. So you snuck past Grell’s room, hearing her snores from the hall, as you slipped into the living room and out into the balcony. There wasn’t any furniture, so you settled in the corner, leaning your head against the railing.

Breathing in the fresh air, you closed your eyes, letting the gentle evening breeze caress your face. There was a slight chill in the air and you shivered, curling into a tight ball. 

“Darling, what are you doing out here?” You jumped, not hearing the balcony door slide open. Shooting your head up you saw Grell standing in the doorway, blanket draped over her shoulders and another one bundled in her arms. “Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t say anything, only moving your feet slightly so the reaper could sit across from you. She leaned over you, tucking her second blanket around you before sitting in front of you. She let you sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Is something troubling you, dear?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m sorry.”

Grell smiled kindly. “There’s no need to be sorry, love. Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please?”

“Of course, darling.” Grell took this moment to analyze you again. You looked so young compared to the other reapers-to-be, and you were so quiet. The more she thought about it, Grell realized that she really didn’t know much about you. She only really knew your name, not your age, or how you died, or what caused you to become a reaper. 

“How old were you?” Grell asked quietly, also leaning her head against the balcony railing. 

“Hm?” you hummed, raising your eyes to meet Grell’s bright green ones.

“When you died. How old were you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you answered. “18. I was 18 when I died.”

Grell inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to die so young.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again. “I did. I deserved to die. But it’s ok, it’s nicer here.”

Grell placed a comforting hand on your knee. “No you didn’t. No one deserves to be pushed to kill themselves so young.” She received no response, and that’s when the reaper realized that you had fallen asleep. She sighed out of grief for you. She didn’t know how you died, or what pushed you to do so, but Grell had grown fond of you over the past week.

She could never have kids of her own, but she felt so protective over you in this moment, so motherly towards you. So much so that she carefully picked you up, carrying you back to your room and tucking you in. Stepping out only long enough to grab a pillow, Grell returned to your room, making a make-shift bed on the floor beside your sleeping form.

Two days later and you were running off of no sleep. You’d spent the last two nights staring at the ceiling, not daring to sneak back out onto the balcony. By the second day, Grell could notice that something wasn’t right. You were much quieter than usual, and your movements were growing sluggish.

The reaper quietly made two cups of warm tea, bringing them to your bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Knocking softly, Grell slowly opened your bedroom door. As soon as she entered your room, however, her heart sank. Your back was towards the door, but that didn’t stop her from hearing your quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow.

“Oh, darling,” she said quickly, rushing over to the bed. Grell lowered herself to sit on the bed by your hips, then placed the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. “It’s alright, dear. I’m here with you.” She rubbed your back gently as a means of comfort, letting you cry ‘til your heart’s content.

When your tears were reduced to soft hiccups and stuttered breaths, Grell spoke again. “What’s troubling you darling?” she asked softly. “You can talk to me, you know?”

You sniffled, moving so you were laying on your back. Grell brushed the hair from your eyes. You looked like you wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t say anything. With a sigh, you pulled your blanket up to your chin then sat up, leaning against the wall behind you. “I thought that once I die, I would be ok. I wouldn’t have sleepless nights or anything to worry about. I’d be dead.”

“Oh, love,” the reaper cooed. “I understand how you feel. I was once in your shoes. It’s hard to understand the supernatural world while also coping with memories of your past life.”

Tears welled in your eyes again but you refused to let them fall, wiping them away with your sleeve. “Haven’t I struggled enough? I mean, it was so bad I had to kill myself, wasn’t that enough?” You hid behind your hands as you began to cry again. “I suffered for so long, I just wanted it to end.”

Grell slid to sit beside you against the wall then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. You let her hold you, stroking your hair and whispering comforting words into the crown of your head. She held you like she’d hold a small child afraid of the monsters under their bed. 

While rocking you back and forth slightly, your sleeves slid up just ever so slightly. Grell expected as much, the scars on your forearms showing just how much pain you were in in your past life. She had them too, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt her seeing your scars. When you noticed her green eyes staring at your arms, you quickly pulled your sleeves back down, crying harder.

“Honey, it’s alright,” she cooed. “You don’t have to hide them, I have them too.”

After what felt like years of crying, you lay against Grell and she ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact you felt so comfortable with the reaper at the moment, you began telling your story. 

“Drowning,” you muttered into Grell’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that dear?” she asked quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You repeated, “Drowning. I drowned myself in the river.” Grell’s grip around you tightened. “I’ve always loved water. It’s so calm and I feel like everything will be ok. It’s a nice distraction. So I drowned myself so I could finally have peace.”

Grell was silent for a moment. “I know you may have talked about it when you were living, and it did nothing to help you, but you’re here now. Whatever, or whoever, hurt you is not here anymore. So if you’d like to talk about it, maybe you can finally put it behind you. And if you tell me, maybe I can help you, dear.”

You rubbed your eyes, putting your full weight against the red-head. You then proceeded to spend the next two hours spilling your life story to Grell. You told her about anything and everything, from how you were treated by the world, to how you felt about yourself. You told her about the time leading up to your death, what your thought process was and how you were feeling during that time. The best part was the fact that she didn’t judge you in the slightest. She only held you firmly, rubbing your back or running a hand through your hair. 

By the time you finished your tale, you were practically asleep in her arms. There was so much she wanted to say to you, but she couldn’t bear to wake you, and she couldn’t decide what she’d even say. So she just continued to hold and rock you, resting her head on your own. She was definitely keeping you home for the day. There was no way she was going to risk the other training reapers hurting you, either physically or emotionally, while you were in this state. 

For your remaining life as a reaper, Grell took you under her wing. She was unbearable most of the time, you learned after speaking with William once. But you learned how to handle her and her crazy personality. After officially becoming a reaper, Grell requested that she be paired with you, and you with her when either of you were scheduled to work. And when she wasn’t paired with you, she’d follow you, hidden within arms reach at any point in time.

When you were given your own apartment, you were lucky enough to be next door to your favorite reaper. You were still young, afterall, and didn’t fully understand how to live on your own in this new world. You still spent a few nights a week at Grell’s place, especially if you had a particularly hard day or weren’t feeling well. 

Once, Grell caught wind of some of the newer reapers talking about you and how you dressed. Oh boy, they began praying real quick when they saw Grell storm over, chainsaw propped up on her shoulder. Needless to say, those reapers were out of commission for a while, and Grell came home so pissed off you had to force her to go on a walk with you to cool off. 

Now that she knew your whole story, and just how young you were when you died, Grell kept an eye on you at all times. If you had a bad day and she knew before you came to her, she’d make sure she makes your favorite food for dinner, as well as have your favorite warm beverage on hand. Her quest room was always prepped and ready in case you wanted to stay with her. 

If you had to be gone for long periods of time due to work, she’d clean your apartment and do your laundry, making sure everything was clean by the time you returned home. Grell saw you as her own personal child, one she couldn’t have on her own. So she made sure to look after you and take care of you in any way she could.

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[kcrossvine-art]

whats crackling? whats snackling? in the near future, possibly YOU! This next one might be good for those of yall who dont have big kitchens. Today on our cooking review revue is Golden Hill pears from the Redwall Cookbook- 

(for crackling and snackling purposes you can find the original recipe at the bottom to follow along)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golden Hill Pears?” YOU MIGHT ASK

sugar

water

4 medium pears (peeled, halved, cored)

ground allspice

As you can guess by the ingredients, golden hill pears are just caramelized pears. Am a huge fuckin fan of caramelized stone fruits- peaches, pears, plums,- but contrary to my normal method of using an oven to achieve the desired syrupy goodness, this recipe calls only for a little sauce-pot and lid! 

AND, “what does Golden Hill Pears taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

If you've had caramelized fruit before you'll get the gist, however, these are on the higher end in terms of taste 100%

The allspice is such a brush of warmth and comfort

Tastes like cuddling the person you love in front of the fire

Caramel taste is even throughout

Would be so so so good paired with a nice pulled pork stew

And warm apple cider would be perfectionx2

A fulfilling end to a fall season that passed too fast

. Where pear halves called for, strained and used canned pear slices (0% added juice) . Where sugar called for, used fine granulated sugar . Tripled cooking time for initial caramelization

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Go fucking hogwild with the allspice honestly, i used about 2 soup-spoonfuls of it and couldve still probably done more. its up to personal preference but its damn good.

Also; cooked way more evenly than youd think. Once the initial caramelization was done each 'batch' of pears cooked pretty quick.

SO, it took me about 3 tries to get this right as the book describes itself. My first mistake was letting it get to a golden brown color, as the book says you should, because by the time the sugar and water is that color alone in the pan, it is already way too late and is going to burn by the time you add the pears in. You need to add the pears in a bit earlier than whats going to feel right- when the mixture becomes a strong yellow-ish color id say?

The second time, because the first try had burnt, i tried lowering the heat/going against the books advice and stirring throughout. In all previous times ive caramelized something it was good to get some motion in there, so i figured if it burnt before maybe the issue was too much heat and no movement. This didnt work. This instead somehow created massive sugar crystals which over the period of about 30 seconds (once reaching temp and adding to the pan) quickly hardened and had to be chipped away until it broke off the spoon and the pot. Im not a scientist i have no fucking idea.

It mightve tasted good and been a cool cake topper but at this point we were 40 minutes in with no delicious pears so we werent wasting time with tasters.

Third attempt; corrected from previous mistakes. Watched the saucepot like a fuckin HAWK, didnt stir or disturb the pan, had it on medium heat for about 21 minutes until it started turning yellow, added the pears and allspice in immediately, covered and simmered it. I had 2 cans of pears that i strained and patted dry of excess fluid, so with 2 seperate batches for the one pot. I think the second batch came out richer but there wasnt too much a difference. Both came out lovely to eat with the syrup drizzled over top.

All in all, from deciding to make them to having them in my belly, and subtracting failed attempts, id estimate it took about 30 minutes? It would be longer if you prepared the pears yourselves, along with the cooktime for them probably, but its not neccesary for this recipe.

It tastes fuckin good and would be excellent in living situation where all you have available is a portable hot-top. I could see myself making it again now that i know what visual cues to look for.

I give this recipe a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons sugar

4 medium pears, peeled, halved lengthwise and cored

Generous pinch ground allspice

Method:

Put the sugar in the bottom of a heavy saucepan and sprinkle 2 tablespoons of water over it. Cook over medium heat without stirring until the mixture reaches a golden brown caramel, about 7 minutes. (Swirl the pan if the caramel colors unevenly).

Standing back, pour in 1/4 cup of water, taking care as it will spit.

Add the pears and allspice to the pan, cover and simmer until the pears are tender, 10 to 15 minutes.

Use a slotted spoon to transfer the pears to a serving dish. Raise the heat and boil the syrup vigourously for 1 minute.

Pour the syrup over the pears and serve immediately, or let cool and then chill before serving.

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[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 4

A/N Heyyyyy- Thank you all so much for reading and liking the previous parts :D I appreciate it sooo much. Hopefully yall like this chapter :) Comment if u want to be added to a taglist.

Word count: 872

Ghost pov:

At 4:00 sharp Y/N exited the locker room, she spotted me from across the gym and walked over, I met her in the middle.

remember, be friendly not bitchy

"Hello Y/N, how was your day?"

This better work soap

She looked bewildered at my question

"G-Good?" She hesitated, looking around, possibly scanning for some sort of trap.

"There's no catch, I just thought I should act friendlier towards you." I confessed

"Okay-" she slowly nodded her head

An awkward silence followed

"Lets begin," I said

She nodded her head as I walked off in the direction of the agility course. Y/N padded along beside me. The silence still felt awkward.

"So where were you stationed before coming here?" I asked her

"Anchorage, we were mostly a port for shipments, a bit of classified work too, you know, with Russia being less than 100 miles away."

"Alaska?"

"Yeah, weathers better here."

I laughed at her un-funny joke, just to break the ice.

We reached the ladder leading up to the first stage of the course, a leaderboard posted at the bottom.

"Your not on here lieutenant, I thought you were supposed to be athletic with those... muscles." She paused before the last word, my cheeks turning a dusty rose color at her mention of my body. Thank fuck for this mask.

"A big, bulky guy like me isn't the most agile," I told her.

she hummed.

"I'm going to time you, lets do 5 sets of the entire course, three minutes rest in between each." I explained

"Go!" I commanded.

She dashed up the ladder with decent speed, swinging across the hanging ropes with ease. She stepped across the moving bridge without hesitation, her foot slipped at one point. most at least stop to calculate the timing or something.

Daring, I noted.

I didn't like that trait for her, too dangerous. She should have at least stopped to analyze the situation first.

I watched her complete the first stage, scaling another ladder. She came across an obstacle that required you to jump a fair distance onto it, then use your full arms strength to pull yourself up to a platform. I pursed my lips when she struggled to pull herself up. Her arms quivered, face contorting into a grimace, finally she slipped and fell into the safety net.

"Climb down," I yelled up to her

She threw her head back and groaned, crawling across to the ladder and descending it.

"I almost had it," Y/N pouted.

"Change of plans, Lets do an arm workout."

She sighed and followed me over to the weights.

"Since we're being friendly now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself," she suggested.

I scoffed, "what do you want to know."

"When's your birthday," she began.

"May 18th."

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"Music preference?"

"I don't listen to music"

"Birth year?"

"1994"

"Why do you wear that mask?"

Reader pov:

Ghost looked like he just saw a ghost.

You awaited your answer.

"This is a bench press," he said gruffly. Effectively changing the subject.

You ignored his lack of response and instead listened to his explanation on how to bench.

He demonstrated with a few reps. He made the 45 pound bar look like a pencil with his large, work-hardened hands and massive biceps. He had turned from awkwardly friendly to cold and reserved again. I shouldn't have asked about his mask, you thought.

He motioned for you to repeat after him. You used to train arms 3x per week for Track and XC but your conditioning has faded, even after joining the army. Ghost told you to do 3 sets of 10, with no weight on the bar. The first set was easy enough although, You had severely underestimated what not working arms for months would do. Halfway through the second set, Your shoulders burned. Your form went to shit and you were breathing heavily. Ghost took notice and helped guide the bar up and down.

You blushed at the close proximity of you and him, hoping he would mistake it for your exhaustion and not your lack of male attention for the last year and a half. Your old base had kept men and women strictly separated. You barely finished the third set.

Without a word, he moved on to the racks of dumbells. You could sense his anger at being asked such a personal question.

"Look, I'm sorry for aski-" he cut you off.

"Save it," he snapped. Not even bothering to look back at you as he began to curl impossibly large weights. You grabbed two, ten pound weights and followed, matching his pace and motions.

After a few sets he switched the motion, exercising a different muscle. He continued this cycle until finally re-racking the weights and moving on to other machines. You followed him wordlessly, until finally he looked at you and muttered, "Dismissed." You would have missed it if you hadn't been listening to him. Silently hoping that he would turn towards you and crack a joke, or accept your apology, or at least to give you feedback.

But no.

The mysterious lieutenant brushed past you and exited the gym. Leaving you all alone.

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[k-hotchoisan]

the last of the real ones (san x fem!reader)

✨🌸100 followers special🌸✨

Synopsis: you awaken from a three centuries slumber, sealing yourself after being almost sacrificed to be the next heavenly offering, your memories barely intact, and now you realise the world is almost completely destroyed. You have no choice but to find out what happened.

Genre/warnings: (soft) general smut, hurt/comfort, fluff, lowkey emotional, San is a supervillain, hero X villain, VERY light mentions of death

Word count:

A/n: feel the feels yall, as a treat for 100 followers! Thank you so much for the support 😭🌸 I’m happy you all enjoy fics so far. There’s definitely more to come. As always, reblogs are appreciated ❤️

You feel your heavy eyelids as you struggle to open them. Your limbs are almost completely paralysed and heavy, as you stirred from your deep slumber. You felt like you had a very, very long nap for some reason. Your body is still very weak and you barely muster the strength to push yourself to sit up.

You almost slam back onto the cushioned bedding beneath you from the lack of strength, but you managed to sit up, soaking in the environment around you. At first glance, the place around you was indeed in ruins—flora creeping up the pillars, attempting to overtake the seemingly ancient-looking architecture around you. Dim sunlight pours—albeit barely—into your resting place, and the plants fight for it, extending their vines and leaves upwards the pillars, reaching out for the hiding sun.

Pin drop silence surrounds you. Something doesn’t feel right. You muster enough energy to push yourself off the marbled pedestal and onto the floor, wincing at how cold the floor was. Undoubtedly, something about being able to touch the ground with your bare feet comforted you. It was as if you hadn’t done this in a long time. The small plants pushing out from the path tickle your feet as you take small steps to wherever your feet decided to take you.

Everything is eerily calm as you pace through the temple-looking structure, your mind still blank and in a state of confusion. Your legs lead you to an old library of some sort, now obviously almost unrecognisable considering the decay and ruin evident. Books strewn across the once pale coloured marble tables and floors, opened, their text faded. You kneel down, taking the book into your hands, trying to decipher the text before you. You’ve never seen the text before but somehow you’re able to understand the language. A lingering dread of familiarity begins to tug in you, and you do your best to ignore it.

The text mentions something very generic—something about the architecture of the temple, and sketches—stained with age—are littered across the pages. This still does not answer the questions in your head.

Your gaze catches onto a book buried beneath a heap of rumble, as its magic hums through you. You rush over, and the book seemingly pulls itself out, and sits comfortably between your hands, and like the others, survived and ordeal of something.

It was a journal of some sort, definitely sealed with magic—magic you realised you harnessed as the book flutters open to a page. You sit down on the dusty floor, the long dress sweeping across the ground. But whatever was in the book, you could not comprehend at all.

Written in the same language, your confusion only deepens as your eyes scan through the text. The entries were dated to—at least three entire centuries ago.

<they said they’d keep me here, in order to be safe, so as not to anger the celestials. they have not mentioned anything else.>

<the truth is, they know. they know I yearn to see him again, and they want to keep me here, so he doesn’t come for me. but I am anything but afraid of him.>

Who was writing all of these, and why exactly? These questions, no one around to answer. You could only continue reading on, hoping there would be anything, anything, to answer the countless questions swimming through your head.

<they sealed the temple when the celestials came. they asked many questions, and I overheard them mentioning about a heavenly offering to them because the lambs were not enough. they fear they will grow greedy and ask for me.>

<they were right. the celestials had something off about them—I can feel it. something is not right. I just want to see him again. one more time. I don’t care if I’m ripped into shreds should I defy them>

<their eyes looked ravenous—are they corrupted? I can barely tell. the magic of the grail is luring more of these things in. but destroying it would mean the end.>

<it rained blades, demons and blood. the seal could barely keep them out. they were corrupted, and wanted to consume the grail, for power. Yeosang…he pushed me away, even though I told him I could hold them off. he knows they were coming for me and the grail. I’m not scared, Yeosang.>

You breath hitched in anxiety. Questions that were answered only formed more questions, and your fingers begin to tremble at each entry your eyes land on.

<it hurts. I broke the grail and these entities let out the most blood curling scream. breaking the chalice was the only way to stop the madness. I know the consequences. I feel everything being ripping out of me, and I don’t think I can make it. I lied to him. I told him I never want to see him ever again. his expression had broken me into a million pieces, but if he knew about this, he would never let it go.>

<this may be my last entry. the seal I held up is using every ounce of my energy. before I perish, I’m sorry. I love you. I always will. the world will soon begin to be obliterated, but you will be fine. forgive yourself. maybe in another life, another world, we will find each other again []>

That was the end of the journal, the name or whatever soaked in splatters of dried blood. You shut the book and the sense of unease only intensifies. You pray that whoever this person was, found peace. They probably really loved whoever this nameless person was since the remainder of the entries were all love letters to said nameless person. They never once penned his name down, maybe afraid of their beloved to be implicated or something.

Nonetheless, there is something oddly familiar as you trace the blank journal cover with your fingertips. You decide to hold onto it.

As you continue to traverse the area, finally leaving the large library, was only when you realise how everything was worse than it seemed. The ruined temple seemed tame compared to whatever the fuck had happened outside.

There was barely anything. Everything looked completely destroyed—the surround pillars and statues, once stood proud and tall, were smashed and broken, half of top just gone. The air had gone a lot more stale and almost ominous, the sky, which you thought to have a little bit of sunlight at least when you were in the temple, could no longer be found, each area of the sky covered in thick, purple smoke and clouds—whatever it was.

Across the distance, you see a couple of buildings—maybe some sort of civilisation still remained, and it doesn’t look like a very long walk. As you begin your journey, something shiny catches your eye, and you walk over to it. At a glance, it was simply a sword or some sort that had pierced the dead ground, covered in some sort of misma at its blades. The handle showed wear, wrapped in some sort of cloth. But the glint hadn’t come from the blade of the sword, or the sword at all. As you near the abandoned weapon, it was only when you realise that it was from a silver brooch hooked onto the sheath—a small flower shaped topaz jewel, connected with a chain to two letters—YS—carved in silver. Something stings in you. You gently pick the brooch up, placing it close to your lips before keeping it between your palm.

You continue your way, taking in the aftermath of destruction after each step, your heart feeling melancholic. There was definitely so much life that once ruled before all of this destruction happened.

It didn’t take you long before you reached said town, or city, whatever it was supposed to be, evidently now absolutely unrecognisable. Neon signs barely worked, flickering every few seconds, debris strewn everywhere, the thick purple fog hiding everything in its path. You could hear sniffles and cries but you dare not approach, deciding to leave said people—or entities be. Other than that, that had been the only thing accompanying you other than the dreadful silence. It was cold. The city was cold. Night or day, you could not tell. It seemed like everything was permanently at this state of stagnation. How long has it been like this?

Walking deeper into the city, more coughs could be heard, but whether it was human or not, you think it’d better not to pry too much into it.

Clutching the journal and brooch tightly to your chest, you press on, another neon sign catching your eye. It looks like a shop or some sort, albeit looking run down, obviously. You stare into the windows, looking for signs of life in there. The lights were dim, and the sign was flipped to “closed”. Something was drawing you into this place. Almost like magic. You gently push the door open, and the bell rings softly. The owner or whoever doesn’t seem to have notice you yet. No one was at the counter.

“Hello?” You call out. As you did, you feel the magic swirling around you, and it hums in your ears, feeling so familiar. But you still could not remember anything.

“We’re closed,” a voice echoes from the back. The figure emerges out, in a maroon cloak, and he stops in his tracks, his expression unreadable. You stare back at him and now slightly. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I was drawn to this place-“

“Y/n.” He says, in disbelief, cutting you off. “You’re not dead”, which sounded more like a statement than a question

“I’m not”, you reply. The man pulls his hood back, his features coming into full view. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of grey, had an androgynous-looking face, looking both beautiful and handsome at the same time. His hair was pulled into a short ponytail. He looked pretty worn out. It all feels so familiar.

“Yeosang” came out of your lips as you stared at the man before you, and you were surprised at how automatic it almost was.

Everything is slowly flooding back to you. Yeosang’s expression was a mix of emotional and relief. He rushes over the counter as he pulls you into a tight hug, and you hear soft sobs. He pulls away after awhile and his face, tear-stained, still looking beautiful despite that.

“I’m sorry”, he mumbles, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m sorry. I called out your name on instinct for some reason. My brain is still racking to remember.”

Yeosang doesn’t seem fazed. “No worries. What’s important is that you’re alive and okay. Tell me if you need me to fill you in what happened. It’s been three centuries since I’ve seen you.”

Your eyes widen. What the fuck. Three whole centuries?

“How did I… Who are you…” and suddenly all the questions you once had just disappeared, and you were unable to voice anything out. You decide to just open your palm, the crystal brooch twinkling under the dim lights. Yeosang gasps as he slowly reaches out to take the accessory from your hands.

“It’s…yours, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is. Where did you find this?”

“Hanging off an abandoned sword outside of the temple.”

“Right”, a sad smile spreads over his face. “Back then, we were fighting off the monsters, and I barely made it out, one of them had ripped it out of my armour. I fought back and killed him off. It was tiring and it took a lot out of me, clearing them in waves. I wonder who placed it on my sword,” he wanders as he leaves it on the counter.

“Where did you go after that?” You ask, your eyes fixed into the brooch.

“After the war, I fled to recuperate in the outskirts since the temple was horrendously destroyed. Many of the immortals perished, only a handful of us scattered across the universe.”

“What happened to me? I woke up, in a daze, the only one who remained in the temple”, you ask again.

Yeosang sighs, his lips thinning. “You, shattered the grail despite knowing the grave consequences. It ripped out almost all of your energy—including your magic and memories. But you still went into hiding, sealing yourself with the last ounce of magic you still had in you because the celestials knew you could still be a heavenly offering.” He shakes his head. “But we all knew, there would be chance that you would never wake up, ever again. And you knew that yourself.”

Your head pounds at the information overload. It doesn’t take you long to realise that the journal had belonged to you. It was still hard to believe, let alone comprehend the situation.

“I’m glad you’re alive, y/n. It’s been too long. You’re always invited here. I hope your memories come back soon”, Yeosang’s lips presses into a pretty smile as he takes your hand into his. You feel a small burst of magic surge through your veins. Your mind is still clouded, but the sense of familiarity and comfort floods into you as you stare back at Yeosang.

“I passed you a little of my energy. I haven’t been able to cultivate enough because of how unstable the universe has become after the holy war. But hopefully this is enough.”

You feel your heart warming up as your hands did too. “It’s more than enough, Yeosang. I’m glad to have met you again”, you smile.

Yeosang feels comforted by this and his eyes suddenly lit up as he goes into the back of his store. He comes back quickly, and has something in his hands. He opens his fingers and it was a thin silver ring, encrusted three small rubies, hanging on a silver chain.a

“What’s this?” You gingerly pick up the jewellery, taking a closer look at it.

Yeosang doesn’t answer your question, rather, he only says, “you should go see him. I’m sure he’s been waiting for you longer than I was.”

“Who?”

Yeosang laughs. “You’ll know when you see him. Trust. Though it might be really overwhelming for you, because after all, he was the one who’s destroying the world now.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant. Why do you sound so calm saying that?” You frown.

“Because as much as that sounds bad, he is still a really good friend”, he responds, his chin resting on his palm.

“He doesn’t sound like a good person”, you murmur, wondering if you were missing something.

“I never said he was. But really, you’ll know when you see him. Send him my regards.” Yeosang adds, shooing you away with his hands. “The ring will guide you.”

You turn to him for a final time. “Stay safe Yeosang. I’ll come by again when I can.”

“As you do too, y/n.”

You step out of Yeosang ‘s shop, your heart feeling a mix of nostalgia. You feel tears well up at the corner of your eyes, and you quickly wipe them off. The memories were slowly coming back to you, in small trickles. As you feel at a loss of where to go, magic buzzes weakly at your fingertips, you could barely make it out—a faint, red pulsing trail of magic swerves through the thick fog. Your fingers fidget with the necklace that hid in your palm and you thought maybe you should just follow the trail, since there was nothing else you could do.

As you walk, the dystopian environment was slowly something your eyes were slowly adjusting to. However, your head was still swirling—shocked at how a singular person could have caused such grave damage to the world, on top of going through the holy war. Well, Yeosang didn’t deny that he wasn’t a good person, so there’s that. The only issue was that the deeper you followed the trail, the more dystopian and unsettling the environment gradually became—thick and thorny plant roots and veins stretch across the path, the fog getting even thicker and heavier, the magic and corruption almost nauseating, though it feels vaguely familiar. Despite that, for some reason, it doesn’t terrify you. It was as if you’ve been here before.

As the world gradually falls apart before your eyes, you do your best to avoid falling debris that tumble violently past you, looking up at the dark skies, lightning parting the thick and heavy clouds, and you think to yourself, maybe this was meant to happen as the world had to carry the sins of the celestials, who got corrupted because of greed.

Up ahead, the path only got steeper—there is no walkable path up, as only crumbles of wreckage left behind serves as your only leverage to continue following the trail. You take a breath in, braving through getting abrasions from the concrete, stone, or whatever hard material you had to push yourself up to.

It takes awhile to reach to the top, and you see the whole of the neo city in full view, or at least, the remains of it, covered in the thick fog. The trail abruptly ends past another path of rubble and you follow through.

Your eyes land on a human-like silhouette, who was seated with a knee propped up to support his arm as he looked down at the city as well, his black wings folded neatly and his raven hair blowing against the wind. He seems to have sense you, and his head turns, his sharp eyebrows furrow. He was insanely gorgeous, no doubt about it, but you feel like you have caught him at a bad mood, the way his dark eyes are piercing daggers into you. But then, that expression disappears almost instantaneously the moment his eyes meet yours, and his gaze softens immediately, his eyes widen, seemingly in disbelief.

His posture changes, as he slowly gets up. You spot the tension in his hands. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and his breathing quickens. For a moment, the both of you only stare at each other, one in confusion, the other one in disbelief.

“Y/n?” He was the one who breaks the silence first, as he inches closer, still cautious. You stay rooted to where you were, still sifting through your memories as to where you saw him before.

“You’re alive?” He stands at a distance from you, afraid to come closer, and you see his eyes starting to glaze over, and a tear trickles down his pretty face. He starts walking to you, and you brace yourself for what he’s about do to you.

And he pulls you into a tight, almost suffocating hug.

His voice trembles and breaks as he tries to force his words out despite his flowing tears. “Fuck. Did you know how fucking long I was waiting for you? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide the war from me?”

He pulls back, staring at you, his gaze almost crazed, his grip tightening on your shoulders. “I never forgave myself all these years. I know you hate it when I become destructive but I couldn’t help it…” His voice trails off when he sees the look on your face.

“Y/n?”

Before you could reply, the ruby ring glows and burns in your palm , and you wince in pain, dropping the ring and journal in the process. A soft, red glow of a sigil suddenly appearing on your finger, only to disintegrate immediately.

And everything starts to flood back—the holy war, your friendship with Yeosang, the stench of the corrupted celestials as they broke into the temple and clawed at you, the pain you felt as you destroyed the grail with your own two hands, and the final breaths you took as the seal completely formed on your finger.

No, there’s more. Way back, even further. Your gaze catches the man before you, and it more floods back. He was the villain. The villain who you had encountered and nursed back to health, despite his cold demeanour towards you when you found him lying there, gravely injured while he was fighting your own kind. The villain who you got yourself entangled with as time passed. The villain who you lied to and pushed away in order to protect him from the holy war.

“…San”, you murmur, your hands creeping up to his cheeks, feeling his skin under your fingertips. He continues to stare at you in silence, his breathing deepening.

“San,” you repeat again, more firmly this time, your tears invading your sight. He’s there right before you, in the flesh, staring at you the way you were staring at him. He looks as frantic as you are, maybe even worse.

“I’m here”, he whispers, pulling you in for another hug. “I’m always here.”

He pulls back again, and cups your cheeks before placing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting yourself melt against him.

As the both of you part, he pulls you into his chest, taking in you in the flesh, feeling you breathe softly against him.

When the both of you finally calm down (mostly from the crying), he finally speaks, as the both of huddle together, feeling the cold breeze, watching the destruction from afar.

“Where were you all this time?”

“I…sealed myself away into a deep slumber after breaking the grail. When the grail shattered, so did my magic and my memories. When I sealed myself, it pushed me into a deep sleep.”

“You were in deep slumber for the whole of three centuries?”

You nod, playing with his fingers, adorned with pretty silver bands. He takes your fingers, and intertwine them with his before lifting them to his lips, giving them soft kisses as he stares at you affectionately.

“You…didn’t mean what you said to me before you left right? About not wanting to see me anymore?”

You couldn’t help but smile apologetically when you see his solemn gaze. “No. I’m sorry for hurting you like that. I just would never want to drag you into this mess, and it would have been better if I didn’t have you involved. It was not your mess to clean. Are you upset about it?”

He shakes his head. “I would never be upset at you. I was upset at myself because I thought did something to hurt you.” He takes the ruby ring necklace and clasps it around your neck.

“Idiot”, you respond, bumping his head gently with your fist. Despite being a villain, San was nothing but. He was the softest around you despite the destruction he was capable of.

“Yeosang‘s running a small little trinket shop you know”, you suddenly say.

“Yeah, I know. He has a lot of pretty stuff there. Did you went to see him?”

“I think my remaining magic led me to him. I found his brooch on the sword he used to fight with.”

“Yeah, that’s cause I put it there,” San answers. “A century after the holy war, I saw it glinting on the battlefield, still unscathed for some reason. He had fled to somewhere else by then. I didn’t know where to find him so I just clipped it to his sword.”

“Yeosang’s gonna be so happy when he hears that”, you smile, already picturing your friend’s soft features. “He sends you his regards.”

A smile curls at the corner of his lips, and he stays silent for awhile.

“Why are you destroying the world?”

“It’s meant to be destroyed in atonement of the sins. The corrupted misma still lurks around, like a disease.”

Your gaze shifts to the dystopian world before you. Somehow it’s starting to look pretty, in a fucked up way, or maybe because you were with San, so nothing scares you anymore.

“Then do you stay here and watch the destruction permanently or do you have a place to sleep?” You tease. He purses his lips.

“Yeah of course. Being a villain is tiring, you know. Are you tired? You really walked a lot. Look at you, full of scratches.”

Now that he mentioned it, you didn’t realise how much your legs were starting to ache and sting from the walking and abrasions you got from trying to reach San.

“And who’s fault is that?” You pout.

San puts both his hands up. “Fine, fine. I’ll take care of you as compensation okay?” He gets up first, and his hands hold onto your arm for you to steady yourself as you stand. Then he sweeps you off in a bridal style.

His wings flutter open, jet black feathers falling like black petals around the both you. His gaze never once leaves yours. Then he looks off to the distance before taking off.

The both of you went flying from time to time, San always loved seeing your smile as you fawned over how the beautiful the scenery was.

He lands onto a balcony, which you deduce quickly that it’s his place of residence. It was neatly kept to say the least, and really high up. He probably liked looking at the scenery.

You kick your legs playfully, waiting for him to put you down, but he doesn’t. Instead, he walks into his place and right into the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet bowl.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll clean your wounds for you”, San says as he leaves the bathroom to get a fresh set of clothes for you. Undoubtedly, the dress you were in was already dirty, so were your limbs. You gingerly undressed yourself, wondering what to do with the soiled linen dress. You step into the shower and bask in the warm water that instantly relaxed you. When you stepped out, a set of fresh clothes sits on the sink. You dry yourself and put on the clothes, feeling pretty refreshed. You sit on the bed as San takes your feet, leveraging them in his knee as he dresses your small wounds.

Well, that is, until San had his hands all over you while you two were cuddling. His cock pressing right at your thigh, as he feels you up, kissing your head and the shell of your ears. His touches and kisses were desperate, trailing along your neck and biting you gently.

You sighed into his neck, the serotonin flowing through your chest. It felt so good having him close to you like this. His hand creep under the shirt and he squeezes your tits, and you melt under his touch, your soft moans egging him on.

He pushes you down onto his bed, pulling his shirt off and peppers you with more kisses, and a final deep one on your lips. He then pulls down his pants, and his cock is out as he grinds against you, his groans only encouraging your arousal to grow.

“I just woke up from a three century nap, San”, you smile as he bites down onto your ear lobe.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so long since I’ve had you”, he groans again, as he cock presses against your clothed pussy.

He pulls back and his gaze meets you, his expression needy. “Please? I’ll be gentle, I promise .”

You never really wanted to decline him anyway. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, whispering, “go ahead. You can ruin me.”

San’s heartbeat speeds up when he hears that, and he tugged your underwear down your legs, your cunt exposed to the cold air. San shifts down and positions himself right at your pussy and he licks a stripe up gently, looking at you for reactions. You let out a satisfied sigh as he continues to lick you up, flicking your clit with his tongue as he soaks in your soft cries. Your fingers slowly snake into his locks as you tried to grasp on anything. At the same time, you hear the sound of skin slapping from below, and you realise he was fucking into his hand as he ate you out. The thought of San jerking off from pleasuring you only intensifies the pleasure, and sparks flicker beneath your eyelids. Your orgasm slowly builds as you cry out San’s name like mantra.

“Fuck, San I’m so close,” you twitch, forcing your legs to stay on the bed to no avail. This only encourages San to speed up his tongue fucking in you and your arousal hits it’s peak, and you cry out as you came right in his face.

He shifts back, and he stares at your cunt pulsing at nothing as he continues to stroke himself, in a daze as he enjoys seeing your cunt fluttering, your cum leaking out of your hole.

San stops his masturbation, and he shifts forward this time, lining his cock to your entrance and he pushes in, whimpering at how tight your walls were clenching around him.

Your fingers claw at his arms as your back arches in bliss as he continues to push more inches in. Fuck. You forgot how good fucking him felt, and you sense that he felt the same way as his gaze looks lust-filled.

You definitely felt him holding back, from the way he pulls out and pushes in again with the utmost gentleness, in hopes that he doesn’t hurt you but there’s a limit to it, as you could tell he really wanted to just fit into you and make you cry and beg.

“You can go faster, San. It feels heavenly”, you sighed, feeling his cock push into every nerves in your walls, aching for more.

This time he picks up the tempo and fucks you a little harder, his grunts escaping from his lips.

“I missed this so much. I missed everything about you”, he barely manages out as continuously fucks you into the bed.

Your legs are trembling from the pleasure as the sound of wet skin slapping only riles you up further.

“I’m cumming”, he says, his thrusts become more erratic and harder as he’s desperately trying to chase his high.

“It’ll only be right of you to cum in me”, you tease, and San’s cock twitches as he hears that, releasing his load right into your tight pussy, so much that it starts leaking out of your abused hole as he’s still cumming in you.

“So good, so fucking good y/n”, he moans as his eyes roll back in euphoria. “I love you so much.”

You plant a kiss on his lips, returning his words.

The both of you sit in bed after he cleans you you up. San cuddles you from behind as the both of you gaze out to the ruins.

San suddenly takes your fingers into his, and he pulls out the ruby ring.

“Marry me”, San proposes as he slides the ruby ring onto your ring finger. “I don’t need anything else if I can have you.”

You lift your hand up to the sky, the ruby glistening under the dim lights as you turn to kiss San’s neck and reply, “for the rest of eternity.”

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[boxofbonesfic]

"why am i even bothering to write and post anything at all?"

"ngl that makes me not want to post anymore lmfao"

Because you have people reading???? Like tf? I'm not trying to be rude, but while you are lamenting over racist people not reading your work (as are other writers that I follow) don't forget about the people who do engage, read, comment, send ask, gently requesting updates to stories because writers get pissed off if updates are demanded, and champion your writing. Some of us actively searched for black writers and stories.

I understand wanting a lot of engagements, I do, but I'm starting to feel shafted as a reader who is doing all the things these writers ask for and yet read these posts in which the writers threatened to quit writing fics because there's only 100 notes. Have you looked through the notes? Do you not see familiar usernames over and over again? So it's not many of us, and that is truly unfortunate, but the group is loyal. Stray words and so many others have already left.

Just like you're feeling unappreciated as a writer, I'm feeling unappreciated as a reader because yall (poc writers) essentially tell me there is nothing more that I can do to make you feel wanted enough to stay.

I'm sorry you feel like this, but the reality is that we're black. Whether in real life or digital, this is how the world treats us. We will have to work harder for less. It shouldn't be like this, but life aint been fair to us for centuries now. I do what you ask, so I ask that you focus on the small group of us that follow your writing through.

…i’m sorry that people sending me racist asks effects me? i’m human, too? i’m a person too? like i’m not made of stone, people being cruel to me does hurt me, it does leave lasting effects on my mental health? i didn’t threaten to quit writing, i talked about how that ask, combined with my ever decreasing engagement made me feel.

of course i look through my notes. conversely, do you see me responding to comments? asks? i’ve posted several times now about trying to commit to a more regular update schedule, about finishing my outstanding work. have you not seen any of that? i’m not leaving, but am i not allowed to speak on my experience? i’ve been back a week, and i’m already getting racist anons.

chastising me for being human and feeling a way when people are cruel to me is not how you get consistent updates, nor is it how you encourage me to stick it out. just because that’s the reality doesn’t make it right, and it doesn’t make it easier as a black content creator. i’m trying to be here, to update consistently, to be the change i want to see, but it is fucking hard, it is painful, and i’m sorry that you don’t like hearing that. feel free to follow my library blog to avoid it, i only reblog updates and new work there.

we have a saying in Jamaica: “pressure bust pipe”. i’m sorry black authors have been dropping like flies, but we are people. how much are we supposed to take without saying anything? i really don’t know what else to say other than that i’m trying.

sorry.

#ask the bones #hey nonny nonny ho ho #voice from the bones