#omg i'm emotionally exhausted

[lostfirefly]

This month was so hard for me. I studied a lot.

I fill myself emotionally exhausted.

I'm trying to write or edit something, but it turns out to be some kind of crap.

#lostfirefly is sad #omg i'm emotionally exhausted

[the-faceless-bride]

can i have yandere clawd and deuce poly 😪 iltsm( i love yr writing ur one of my fav writers btw 💞)

Omg. I love both of them so much. 🥩🐍 Bluckle the FUCK up, it's a long one. I love them so much. I gave each their own section as to how this started, then the poly together. If you want more of them... Please... Please ask me. P.s. sorry about all the monster puns, I couldn't help myself

🌕New Ghoul in School🐍

Warnings: OOC Clawd, OOC Duce, OOC Cleo?, OOC Draculaura? Clawd being a kicked puppy, yandere content, controlling behavior, turning to stone, non-con hugging, cuddling and Kisses, forced closeness, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR!, accusations of cheating, emotional cheating?

Characters : Clawd × Reader × Duce

Proof read : nope

Requested?: yes

You had just transferred from your normie school, Turns out people are so accepting of finding out you're a monster. So you transferred to Monster High, and being a new ghoul didn't seem so hard until you tripped an orange werecats tail and she picked a fight with you...

"and just Who, do you think you are? I don't know how you are your Normie friends play, but you don't want to mess with me Ghoul. I'll make you sorry-"

"why don't you go and pick on someone your own size Torilie?"

"yeah, Dude. Not cool."

🐾🐍 • and that's how it started. Just two Mansters defending the New Ghoul. They knew Torilie was one to pick fights and figured they would help you stay out of trouble for the time being. And the three of you became three peas in a pod. And while you all thought it was great, their Ghoulfriends... Had other ideas.

🐍🕶️ • Cleo started having problems as soon as you had arrived. Your first day she already knew who you were, what you were, where you came from, and if you were cool enough to be popular and associate with the Ghouls she does. And she deemed you not worthy. And that was putting a strain on your friendship.

🐍🕶️ • Duce was grown increasingly tired and frustrated. He loved Cleo, he did. But she could be... Emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausting. When they go out he has to change his personality to not embarrass her, she dictates who can can hang out with and when, and he has to constantly hear from her that he should be doing as she asks and says and do it happily as she goes against what her family wants to be with him. He doesn't want to do that anymore. He wants to be able to Shoot Hoops with Clawd, sit with Jackson at lunch, and talk about the Hissstory test. Listen to whatever playlist Holt made or play dodgeball with Slow Mo. Without Cleo saying when he can and can't.

But he just can't leave her. He's become so dependent on her. Hell, the last time She went to Scarise without him, he nearly went crazy as he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave Cleo. Even if he wanted to... Unless. Maybe he didn't need to be dependent on her. Maybe. He could be dependent on you.

🐍🕶️ • Duce began to test the waters, which was the start of his obsession. For example at lunch when Cleo tells him to get the green eyed Salad and a water, he'll then turn around and ask you... Sometimes when you feel the burn of Cleo's raging stare you won't respond or say the same as Cleo, but on the days you don't pay attention or to stressed to care you recommend the meat plant sandwich and the yummy razzberry soda pop you've been drinking the past few days. And he'll pick your recommendation. And it Infuriates Cleo. He likes that with you, he has a choice, where Cleo demands and tells. You offer and recommend.

🐍🕶️ • this intimately ends in an explosive argument that Spectra has a field day covering. And Duce does something, not him. Her. Or anyone else in the school say coming. "I'm breaking up with you Cleo." a long still silence fills the halls as everyone takes a moment to process what he just said. Before Cleo screams and storms away, and Duce... Doesn't feel as heartbroken as he thought he should.

🐍🕶️ • Duce starts spending most if not all his free time with you and Clawd, well. Mostly you as Clawd gets called from Draculaura a lot. And while he's sad he can't spend more time with Clawd he's happy to spend time with you. You help groom his snakes, you help him pick which sunglasses he should wear each day, (even though they are all just different shades of red) as well as his many band sweaters. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with Spectra's gossip site.

"Duce trades princess for new Ghoul?! Stay tuned for the possible new hot relationship??"

🐾🌕 • when Clawd first met you he thought you were great! He got a new friend to hang out with! Sure Manny, Heath, Gill, and Duce we're cool but Clawd has a thing for fashion and self-care, that's not something he really talks about with them BUT that's OK! cuz now he can talk about it with you! He ended up spending a bit of free time with you, anytime Draculaura was out and shopping or just Fanging out with her Ghoulfriends or catching up with her Cousin, he would spend his afternoon with you. Getting his hair straightened and trimmed, getting manicures so his nails don't get too sharp and ridged. And eventually, when he's comfortable with you, he'll start playing games. Like fetch or chase. The only issue is that when Duce started to come around more and Cleo trying to keep him on a leash, slowly Draculaura started calling him and needed him more and more. He didn't think much of it, until Duce's big breakup with Cleo. A week later Draculaura wouldn't leave him alone for a second, and anytime you started approaching she took his hand and pulled him in another direction.

🐾🌕 • it started becoming draining, he loves spending time with his Ghoulfriend. He truly did. But not when every two seconds she was hinting and implying all the time he spent with you was him creeping around behind her back. Nothing he did or said made her change her mind, now everything he did seemed to set her off. She was so paranoid, that he went out of his way to make her a gift to show that he loved her, but he accidentally made it worse, he had to try and hold back tears and puppy cries as she said, "Bad Clawd!" over and over while tugging his ear. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, he just made a new friend. You nor him did anything. So why was she being like this?

Any attempts to talk about it were shut down, as she tried keeping him away from you. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he liked being clingy but he was clingy because he genuinely wanted to be around his partner not just sticking to them like glue-watching like a hawk to 'catch them in the act'. He would go as far as to say this was worse than the time he was dumped for Valentine the love manipulator.

🐾🌕 • Clawd began to confide in you, Draculaura wouldn't listen to him so he was happy you did. He spent hours just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with you, drawing doodles in the dirt, ears tucked back to his head as he vented about his feelings and how the recent arguments had affected him, you tried to help every time. But eventually, word got to Draculaura about your little meetings, and stormed over one day with her ghoulfriends in toe.

Both you and Clawd had to endure the burning glare of the Ghouls, Draculaura ranting and raving and ultimately giving him an ultimatum. You or her. And Clawd's ears pinned flat to his head, he didn't want to lose his Ghoulfriend but he didn't want to lose you either. But before he could answer Draculaura said something that gave him the push to his ultimate answer. "ugh, I should've known! A guy hangs out with other guys like him! And Duce is a lying, dirty, cheater and so are you! And this new Ghoul sure has some nerve to go around sneaking with other Mansters knowing they are dating someone! If that's the kind of Manster you are Clawd then maybe... Eh *hick* MaYbe we shouldn't Be togEther!" a moment passes where Clawd looks down into Draculaura's wet violet eyes, sighs, then answers. "maybe we shouldn't." the ghoul's Gasp and Draculaura sobs, "FINE! WE ARE OVER!"

🐾🌕 • Clawd thought relieved he wouldn't be interrogated every day and being told he's bad, he's still heartbroken that the Ghoul he thought he'd spend his life with was gone. He clung to you and Duce for security and long talks to make him feel better and eventually, he did. Clawd was back to his peppy, wide-eyed, excitable self again. In fact, he's the happiest he's been. His mood wasn't Even shaken when he found out Draculaura had begun dating his sister, he just didn't care. He was happy.

🐾🌕 • It wasn't until a late-night Chat; that you and Clawd had stayed over at Duce's house after seeing a new skinwalker Scareitage Boovie that Clawd discovered that not only He had feelings for you but so did Duce... And well, he had always liked Duce maybe even more than just a bro, but this changed everything. And they agreed. A scarily wonderful idea...

"Vampy puts doggy out for good? Or does Doggy like the Dog house with his chew toy?"

🐍🐾 • now Duce and Clawd are softer yandere's than the normal. But that doesn't mean they won't use force if they need to. Duce is a Dependant, laid-back, stalker-type yandere. He's ok with letting you have wiggle room as long as he knows where you are at all times and can get to you in a short period. Whereas Clawd is a Clingy, overprotective, worshiper-type Yandere. Clawd wants to be near you all the time if you let him, but he's ok with letting you go for a while as long as he has Duce he always knows where you are because Duce knows, if at any point Duce doesn't know for some reason or he's not around Duce to find out, he'll use his nose to track you down.

🐍🐾 • You probably wouldn't know they are yandere's unless you start trying to spend more time with others that aren't them. The more you try and hang out with Operetta and Cupid they start to get a little more aggressive and demanding of your time and attention. Which can trigger some alarm bells that something isn't right. The best thing would be to try and talk and compromise they are willing to do that as long as you promise to let them keep tabs "for safety reasons," and you spend time with them immediately after.

🐍🐾 • after a month or two they start to be more openly affectionate and act like a Throuple, it went over your head at first with Duce's laid-back attitude and Clawd's over-excitable personality being normal, but the more Clawd wanted to play fetch and hug you, and Duce constantly being around you despite having the freedom to hang out with his other dudes you start to get the idea they might be romantically interested.

🐍🐾 • You opened to the idea, and the relationship seemed to be working well... Until they started to become, overwhelming. Clawd always over your shoulder, Duce always seeming to know where you are... Even when you didn't tell him where you were. And things took a turn when you tried to tell them you needed space. "You're... Breaking up... With us?" you sputtered, you definitely didn't answer and deny fast enough as you felt your body start to stiffen and cold. Duce had turned you to stone. Clawd whimpered while holding your cold stiff stone body, "im sorry sweetheart. But we can't have you running from us. Just be good ok? Please?" after that you'd been chained to them by that point. Nobody would've believed you if you told them the school's Cool guy and oversized puppy were forcing you into a relationship...

🐍🐾 • they aren't too harsh on punishments. For the most part. Once you tried to run away once, you waited for a moment to be alone before printing off trying to get somewhere, anywhere but there. But you forgot who you were dealing with and Clawd chased you down. Clawd's punishments involve many forced hugs, kisses, and closeness. If he shows how much he loves you at some point you'll see it's true and love him too! Right?

Duce will turn you to stone anytime he gets an idea you're about to run off. He makes Clawd drag you to his house. Which takes a lot of manipulation and convincing. Clawd doesn't want to lock you away to be alone. He wants you to be around them! But Duce scares him into going along with it. Even sometimes provokes him to anger to be more willing to lock you in a dirty old basement.

🐍🐾 • overall. As long as you stay and promise to love them, and don't mind clinginess it's a cute relationship... But if you reject them, you'll spend a lot of time in an old basement in Duce's home, alive but unable to move. To feel. Or scream.

#monster x reader #yandere monster #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster high headcanons #monster high x reader #monster!reader #clawd wolf x reader #clawd wolf #Duce x reader #Monster high clawd x reader #Monster high Duce x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere poly #Monster boyfriends x reader

[writingsonsaturn]

fake dating with tim bradford?

r needs a date to a family members wedding and she wants to go with a friend and tim is more than willing. unrequited love and maybe a little smut??

dress - tim bradford

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🪐: omg 2 fics in one day?? anyways this is nastyyy smut lmfao enjoy!

word count: 2.2k

content warning: minors DNI, smut, oral (fem rec), fingering, talk of emotionally abusive parents?? if i missed anything lmk!

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Your head bobbed with stress, your sister's wedding was this weekend and you still hadn't been able to find a date willing to accompany you. You had thought it would be easy, the moment you mentioned there would be an open bar you imagined people would be more than willing, but alas you had been wrong.

“Hey, L/n! You almost finished with the case file?” your friend and coworker Tim Bradford asked, “yeah it's finished” you replied with a sigh. “Then what are you stressin’ over?” He sat in front of your desk with a comforting smile, “my sister's wedding is this Saturday and I need a date, but havent got one yet.” you let out an exasperated sigh. 

Your mother has been on your case lately about getting your life ‘in order’. Constantly being compared to your sister was exhausting, you were never fast enough to catch up to your sister's achievements, and none of your own were good enough. “I’ll go with you” Tim interrupted your self-deprecating thoughts, “oh god Tim, you don't have to.” you tried to deflect but Tim insisted “hey, come on it'll be fun! And your mom already knows me so it'll be more believable if i'm your date then some random dude you met on tinder.” You smiled at his kindness.

You packed up your stuff, dropping your case file onto Greys desk. “Alright, well you can’t back out now. Saturday, suit and tie, four o’ clock.” you stated, pointing your finger at him. He smiled “wouldn't miss seeing you in a fancy dress for the world!” he shouted at you with a laugh.

Tim had always been your secret little work crush, he was kind to you and always had been. You both had a similar upbringing, and you bonded over that aspect. You had transferred into the precinct after moving from Orange County, you had decided you needed a new start and the LAPD had an opening for a detective and you decided to take the opportunity.

Your mother was less than pleased that you would be moving an hour away, but you were desperate to get out of her grasp. 

When you left the station your cheeks were red, and flushed. A big smile was present on your face at the image of Tim being your date to your sister’s wedding. Besides the fact he was insanely good looking, he was also just a sweet and gentle guy. Which was the complete opposite of your sister’s soon-to-be husband, and you finally felt as if you were one step ahead of your sister for the first time in your life.

On Saturday morning, you got up earlier than usual to start getting ready. Your stomach had been twisted with butterflies all morning, your dress was a navy blue fitted dress with a slit that went to your mid thigh and had a square neck. The dress flattered every aspect of your body, your hair was done in a half up half down style with a slight wave, and your shoes were black heels with securing straps going up your calf and tying just under your knee.

The sound of your heartbeat quickened as the numbers on the clock counted up towards the time you had given Tim, as if the direct moment the clock struck four there was a knock on your front door. 

Walking to the front door felt like it was taking forever, every millisecond it took you to walk to the door made your body fill with that much more anxiety. You opened the door to see Tim standing in a nice black tuxedo and a bowtie, “Oh wow, you know i’ve never seen you in a tux before but i think i like it” you snorted, walking out and closing the door to lock it. “Y/n you look-” Tim seemed flabbergasted, looking you up and down “you look absolutely beautiful” he finished his compliment. 

You blushed at his comment whispering a silent “thank you” before you both walked to the car, Tim opened the passenger side door for you. He ran around the backside of the car to get into the driver's side, “are you ready?” he asked with a small hint of reassurement. “Yeah! Let’s get this party started.” your voice was flat and lacked enthusiasm causing Tim to let out a hushed laugh. 

The venue wasn’t far, but the high tension in the car made the journey feel like an eternity. Tim barely looked at you and his knuckles were bright white with the grip he had on the steering wheel, you weren’t sure what was wrong, and you were scared to find out. You wondered if it was possibly because of the current case he was working, you knew he was put on the task of finding the drug lord and breaking into his circle but he hadn’t told you much about it.

You had simply just let it be, not wanting anything to cause your sister’s night to be ruined. Looking to your right you watch the trees pass, you become further and further away from the city. 

The wedding had gone as good as expected, your sister was giddy and excited to finally solidify her man as her husband. Tim had to hand you a tissue after your sister said her vows, although the two of you had hardships she was still your big sister and you were more than happy for her.

“Fancy seeing you here Tim, I didn’t think y/n was going to show up with anyone. Let alone someone as handsome as you.” your mother remarked, causing your mood to dampen. Tim’s arm went around your waist, pulling you towards his body, “Actually, I wanted to be here. I'm surprised I got a chance with such a great woman” Tim’s stern face glared at your mother’s as he told her off, politely. 

You hid your small smile, as your mother left with an annoyed look.

“Your mom is just ridiculous,” Tim laughed.

“Oh god, I know! I'm so sorry” you said with embarrassment.

You and Tim talked on your way up to the reception hall, the conversation flowed naturally. 

For a second, and only just a second, you allowed yourself to imagine Tim as your lover, the ease that came with talking to him made him feel like a breath of fresh air. Your heart deflated when the false reality you had encapsulated yourself in for a second was interrupted by your sister coming up to you, “y/n your seats are over there next to mom’s table, please just try and be nice to her, don't ruin this night for me.” your sister spoke loudly, you just nodded and walked over to the table while Tim got you two drinks.

Sitting alone was awful, your mom had free reign to talk to you without another person around, and you had no way of defending yourself without her causing a scene. “I don’t know your game y/n, but Tim is too good for you. He deserves a nice, well rounded woman. Don’t force him into a relationship with you, because you and I know damn well you aren’t good enough for him. Don’t be selfish.” your mother finished, before going back to her table to fake kindness to the others. 

Tim had noticed your shift in mood and he knew why, as he waited for the drinks to be poured for the two of you he watched your mother come over. He saw the way you shrunk into yourself and your eyes glossed over, he never liked your mom, everytime she would come into the station he noticed how you immediately changed your demeanor. The way your smile would falter and your back would straighten, he hated it.

He brought the drinks over to your shared table, “Here's the drink, sorry it took so long, i'm starting to think people just came for the free alcohol” Tim tried to cheer you up with a shitty joke. You smiled only to appease him but he knew you better than you thought, “actually could you come with me to the bathroom? I don't want to get lost in this place, I think it's haunted." This time Tim’s joke landed and caused a giggle to come out of you, “Yeah, I'll protect you from the big scary ghosts'' you joked, getting up from your seat to accompany Tim on his travels.

“The men’s bathroom is just on the ri-” you were cut off by the sudden pressing of Tim’s lips to yours, you immediately kissed back with vigor. He pushed your back up against the wall, As much as you wanted this all you could hear were your mom’s word circle through your head “Tim.. I- we can’t” you tried catching your breath.

“Why y/n? Is this because you don’t want it or because your mom told you, you shouldn’t?” he questioned with a stoic face, eager to get his lips back on yours.

“You deserve someone better than me, Tim” 

“You are someone better, y/n” his desperate voice needed you to understand what he was telling you.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his eyes scanning your face, trying to determine your body language. “Yes” you said quietly, afraid that this was all some cruel joke. With that he continued to kiss you, pushing you into the bathroom. 

You felt his warm hands roaming your body, “do you know how long i've wanted this? How long i've wanted to feel your breathing against my skin?” Tim questioned, his lips traveling down your neck softly. You wondered if this had been some kind of sick mind trick that was being stowed upon you in your dreams, but the euphoric touches couldn't be made up. 

Your head lolled back against the door as Tim’s hot breath traveled further down your body, your dress preventing him seeing everything he wanted. 

You whined at the loss of contact before you noticed where he had gone, opening your eyes, you looking down to see Tim getting his knees in front of you. “Oh fuck me.” you breathed out, Tim laughed at your reaction “I would like to, but im not gonna fuck you for the first time in a venue bathroom.”

The feeling of his lip’s returned to your skin, kissing agonizingly slow up your legs. He became increasingly closer to where you needed him most, your soaked core was pulsing for him, his soft eyes looked up at you smiling, allowing his hand to travel up your dress.

“No panties? Dirty girl.” he taunted your lack of clothing, you on the other hand didn’t wear underwear because you didn't want a visible panty line, but you were fine with this too. More than fine actually. 

His fingers teased your wet slit, “where do you want me?” his crisp voice asks. Your breathing hitched at the feeling of his fingers still toying with your hole, “do you want me here?” he traced your throbbing clit, “or here?” he slid his finger towards your hole. 

You were finally able to pull yourself out of the feeling to talk, “I want your mouth and your fingers everywhere” you whined. He decided not to torture you any longer, finally putting his head between your thighs and having his long awaited feast. You nearly doubled over at the feeling of his tongue against your hot cunt, you had dreamed of this moment hundreds of time’s when you were alone in your bedroom. 

You gripped tightly at his gelled hair, “oh fuck, Tim” you moaned trying your best to keep your voice down, but you were failing, with how good Tim’s tongue felt against you, you wouldnt care if the whole world heard you moaning his name. 

He continued his abuse to your clit while simultaneously circling your dripping heat, “is all of this for me?” Tim pretended to not know the answer, he wanted to hear you say it. “All for you Tim, always all for you” you didn’t realize what you had just admitted but Tim hadn’t cared to mock you for it as it only inflated his ego. “You should’ve told me sooner, could have started taking care of you a lot sooner, pretty girl.” he spoke against you before returning to suck at you bundle of nerves.

When he determined you were ready enough, he sunk a digit into your tight cunt. You moaned louder than you had intended, “i- im gonna come” your shaking voice exclaimed. 

Tim only laughed, “Already, baby? Are you that deprived?” he said in a faux concern, groaning against you when you pulled on his hair again. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, the coil in your stomach continuing to build and tighten before it finally bursted.

He slowed down his pumping, helping you ride through your orgasm. You were breathing heavily as he got up, he held you closely in his arms doing his best to keep you upright. 

“Woah, baby, relax, i've got you” he whispered in your ear and carried you over to the sink, cleaning your mess up. “I don't think I can walk.” you joked, Tim stood between your legs rubbing your thighs soothingly. “It’s okay, i'm in no rush to get back out there believe me” he laughed and tried bringing you back down from the high you were still caught in.

“You wanna ditch?” you smirked with droopy eyes, “they won't miss me”

“Yeah let’s go, need to get home so i can fuck you right”

#reader insert #the rookie #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford #tim bradford fluff #tim bradford x you #tim bradford smut #tim bradford x fem!reader

[handoneohone]

Yandere Valentino X Trans Masc Reader who's hiding that he's trans

omg i actually am obsessed with this. Amazing first request. im honoured

Yandere!Valentino X TransMasc reader who is hiding the fact he's trans 

THIS IS REALLY LONG. IM SO SORRY IF YOU were expecting IT TO BE SHORTER OR LONGER AND I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU WANTED NSFW SO I ADDED THAT AT THE END WHERE THERES WARNING. I'M JUST SORRY IF THIS ISNT EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT YOU WANTED

I wrote this pretty fast in two sittings so some of the scene transitions might not be errm smooth💀

WORDCOUNT:3576

TW  SA NONCON AT THE VERY END, DRUGGING, SHIT WRITING, VALENTINO, ABUSE, THERES A NOTE AT THE NONCON SO YOU CAN STOP AT IT IF YOU WANT.very anticlimactic ending im sorry

Valentino's initial interest in Y/N takes a darker turn as he begins to control every aspect of Y/N's life in Hell. His interest is aroused even more by Y/N's resistance and desperation to keep his freedom.

Y/N feels the pressure of Valentino's attention, with each encounter leaving them more mentally and emotionally exhausted, striving to balance his need for safety with the loss of his freedom.

When Valentino's usual strategies fail in controlling Y/N, he becomes more forceful. To destroy Y/N's resistance and sense of self-worth, he uses threats and derogatory remarks.

Y/N finds himself isolated, as Valentino's influence makes it nearly impossible for him to seek help or run away.

whenever they are together which is most of the time he ends up crying or silently begging for praise from Valentino.  Valentino pushes his attempts as he senses Y/N's growing pain. To establish his power and authority, he becomes physical and uses his strength to make Y/N feel powerless.

Y/N ingrains Valentino's harsh remarks, and as a result of the constant assault, his sense of worth declines. He is unwilling to fight back out of fear of punishment or worse, which makes them look helpless and lost.

Valentino sometimes displays kindness to Y/N in a display of affection, misleading and manipulating his emotions. This measured kindness is intended to cause Y/N to rethink his opinions and deepen his bond with Valentino.

Y/N is torn between contradictory emotions, with Valentino's sporadic generosity making it difficult for him to completely dislike him.  

Valentino's constant manipulation causes Y/N to withdraw progressively, destroying his spirit. early anger is replaced by a silent acceptance of Valentino's treatment, and he begins to feel that he doesn't deserve any better.

Valentino relishes his seeming triumph, viewing Y/N's ravaged state as the peak of his dominance and control. He sees Y/N as his most prized possession and confirmation that he can do anything he desires.

Y/N is reduced to a shell of his former self, attached to Valentino's manipulation and control. His path becomes dark with the little to no hope that he can escape this literal hell and break away from Valentino's smothering shadow.

With anxiety coiling in his tummy, Y/N stood stiff in the dimly illuminated confines of Valentino's office, bathed in the neon glare that seemed to follow the overlord like a shadow. Valentino moved in a circle around Y/N, a predator stalking its prey, his voice a deep, menacing drawl that built tension in the space between them.

"You know, baby, it's weird... that you've been with me for a little while, but there's so much I don't know about you." He positioned himself in front of Y/N and made him gaze up into his eyes by tilting his chin up with a thin finger.

"Take your past, for one. You guard it tightly~ what could be so sinful that you have concealed it from me?" Y/N lowered his gaze and muttered with a guarded tone.

"My past doesn't matter... Really it doesn't-" Valentino chuckled, his tone devoid of true amusement.

"Oh, but it does matter, my dear one. I'm interested in everything about you. Especially those elements you are desperately trying to hide." His grip tightened slightly, a reminder of the control he carried over him.

Y/N felt a chill run down their spine, the intrusiveness of Valentino's interest making them feel exposed. "There's nothing to say. I was no one before this... I'm still nobody."      

"But that's where you're wrong," Valentino said quietly, his breath hot on Y/N's ear, causing him to tremble instinctively. "You are an important little thing to me my dear~," he says it like you're a toy

"A truly unique someone. And I plan to know every tiny detail, every secret... even the ones you keep locked deep inside."

Y/N's heart pounded, and a mix of fear and protest flared within him. "You won't find anything, I won't let you..." he whispered carefully yet the tremor in his voice revealed his anxiety. he feels embarrassed knowing there's jack shit he could do against Valentino...

Valentino took a step back, his gaze sharp. "We'll see. Everyone has a breaking point, darling, Even you~" he stepped forwards threateningly

"so when I break you down, and oh yes baby I will~ nobody will be there to pick up the pieces. nobody but me~"

As Valentino moved away, leaving Y/N to digest the disguised warnings and promises. he feels sick... knowing about Valentino's fixation with his past, with finding every secret he hid, was just another kind of cruel power play...

----

The evening passed into the early hours of the new day with the neon lights of Hell casting long shadows across Valentino's extravagant chambers. He arrived back from his various underground operations, a mix of eagerness and desire running through his mind as he contemplated seeking adoration and devotion from Y/N.

Valentino spotted Y/N in the dimly lit lounge, a book in hand and appearing lost in concentration. The overlord's presence enveloped the room, demanding attention.

"Here you are, my beloved. I've been looking forward to this... to us~" he murmured, advancing with predatory ease. "I've had such a long day, and I was hoping for a little... passion, baby~" Valentino lens over the sofa, his hands on Y/N's shoulders rubbing down his chest. Y/N stiffened, their previous encounters with Valentino's erratic moods making him afraid. he quickly stood up pushing Valentino's hands off...

"Val, I am... not really in the mood for anything tonight. So Maybe—"

"You're not in the mood?" he asked, his voice dripping with threat. Valentino's demeanour shifted suddenly, and the air surrounding him crackled with barely controlled rage. "After everything I have done for you, this is your way of repaying me? By denying me what you OWE me?"

Y/N flinched, setting the book aside, and cautiously eyeing Valentino. "It is not like that. I just... don't... want to do anything right now-"  Valentino's composed demeanour slipped for a brief moment, revealing a glimpse of the cruelty beneath. His hand shot out, gripping Y/N's arm with unwavering determination. "What you want?" he sneered as his grip clenched. "My darling, that is meaningless. Remember that you are mine. And if I want something, I expect to get it"

Y/N's breathing increased, both fear and pain mixing in their eyes. "Valentino, please... you're hurting me" You looked up at him begging.

Valentino glared at you for a moment before throwing you to the floor. With that, Valentino turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Y/N trembling in the wake of his wrath.

----

Valentino, who always served as the master of perversion and dominance in his sphere of influence, never showed enough concern for a demon to find out about anything beyond their name—and frequently not even that. Y/N was one of the first exceptions.

Valentino recognized potential in Y/N the moment he entered his orbit. there was something special about his appeal and mystery that made him irresistible. Using his extensive network of subjects and followers, Valentino avoided probing Y/N's directly. Valentino was a wealthy lord, and in the hierarchy of Hell, information was sometimes as good as cash.

With eyes and ears everywhere across his realm, he wasn't long before rumours found their way to him. They didn't come from a direct infraction of Y/N's privacy, more like the inevitable rumours that surrounded anyone trying to keep a secret in a place as gossip-filled as Hell.

The days blurred together and a dense tension grew in the area surrounding Valentino's land. The normal commotion of Hell's never-ending partying subsided to a murmur in the background as Y/N's anxiety grew. he sensed eyes watching him, unseen but penetrating, removing the barriers to seclusion that Y/N had worked so hard to uphold.

When the moment finally came to confront Y/N, it was under the guise of a casual invitation. Y/N was summoned to Valentino's private quarters, a place where the glittering shiny lights of Hell's nightlife dimmed to the intimate glow of sexy ass lava lamps. Valentino's fierce, Predatory, and mesmerizing gaze blazed through the dark light as Y/N stood in front of him, clearly tense.

Valentino spoke in a tone as soft as silk, his words flowing with an almost unnatural gentleness. "You know that I've always had a special interest in you, Y/N, my dear. Your uniqueness, your... resistance. Your everything is quite... adorable~"

Y/N shifted uneasily, cautious of this unexpected compassion. He knew from experience that Valentino's sweetness was often used as a set-up for something worse.

Valentino's attitude abruptly switched, going from being sweet and soothing to dark and threatening, seemingly without warning. "However, I've recently come across some... information," he said, the word hanging there like a threat. "details that you have been unwilling to reveal to Moi."

The change in tone validated Y/N's fears and sent a shudder down their spines. Uncertain of how to react or protect themselves from the impending threat, they stayed silent.

Valentino leaned forward, his features briefly looking like a monster due to the way the light was catching him. "It's truly very fascinating. How far you've gone to conceal your true identity. However, as you can see, you can't hide things from me baby~" he spits the last part out harshly, you feel stupid for even thinking you could hide it from him...

Fear took hold and Y/N's heart began to race. It was infuriating to consider that Valentino would turn this knowledge against them, wielding it like a mallet.

But almost as suddenly as it had disappeared, Valentino's voice took on its previous sweetness again, but this time it felt hollow and tarnished.

The sweetness in Valentino's voice reappeared as swiftly as it had disappeared, but it now felt hollow, tainted by the bitterness that had come before.

"But do not worry, my dear. I will protect your secret~" The shock and relief you felt only lasted seconds before he opened his mouth again. 

"But I do wonder... why the secrecy? Why hide who you truly are, unless... Do you fear how others might react? How they might treat you differently?"  he says it as if he was only just realising why, taunting you...

Y/N remained silent, their jaw set, a clear struggle between wanting to respond and knowing the wisdom in restraint.  Valentino's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it.

"Ah, there it is. That fear. It's powerful, isn't it? The fear of being exposed, of being vulnerable. But you have nothing to fear from me, Y/N. Your secret's safe... as long as you remember where your loyalties lie.~"

The implicit threat in Valentino's words was clear, and Y/N understood the precarious position they were in. Valentino had no interest in their well-being; this was about control, about power. 

"See, I don't care about what you were or what you've become. To me, you're valuable as you are, my dear~” he pauses to sit up and tilt his bastard head at you as if giving you pity 

“But we both know that not everyone in Hell shares my... open-mindedness. It would be fucking shame if your secret were to slip out because you weren't... cooperative~" 

Y/N clenched their fists, a silent rage building within them at the manipulation, the exploitation of their deepest fears. Yet, they knew that confronting Valentino outright would be futile.  

"So, let's not worry about the 'what ifs,' shall we? As long as you're with me, as long as you're mine, you have nothing to fear. I'll protect your little secret... and you'll continue to be the perfect lover. It's a simple exchange, really”

It was obvious what was meant to happen, and it struck Y/N like a punch. Valentino was asserting authority and utilising his knowledge of leverage to bind Y/N closer to him. to weaken his final barriers, rather than providing support or understanding

Y/N felt helpless, torn between wanting to respond with anger and realising that Valentino had the upper hand. "Valentino, I..." they began, but his voice trailed off. What could they say to that?

Valentino's face relaxed, a predator content with his ability to make his victim scared.

"Words are not necessary, baby~. Your behaviour will speak for you~" he leant forward even closer.  you didn't dare move. his face in yours "Just keep in mind that I am either your sweet doting master... Or the man that will ruin your afterlife~. It is up to you to decide." he grinned at your scared little expression. He pulled away only slightly. As if thinking something over.

Y/N realised how serious the situation was as he stood there, the weight of Valentino's words bearing down on him. His confusion stemmed from Valentino's unpredictable mood swings, which could turn him from charming to terrifying in an instant. He wasn't sure what to do.

The tension in Valentino's office was obvious, the exchange leaving a dreadful feeling that Y/N found difficult to proceed through. His mind raced with ideas of escape and disobedience, but the mere presence of Valentino, powerful and cruel, did what it was intended to do. keep his little bitches afraid.

Valentino, feeling Y/N's inner struggle, saw an opportunity to strengthen his power and make sure his little Y/N stayed compliant for a while longer~

He reached into his cigarette case, extracted one with ease, and lighted it. The smoke that curled from the end was not the normal grey but had a delicate, hypnotic pink.

(sa here. NC is further down)

"Y/N," Valentino said, his voice unexpectedly softer and filled with an exaggerated warmth that contrasted strongly with the perverse glimmer in his gaze. "I know this is difficult for you... So Allow me to soothe your worries!~" 

He took a long drag, the shimmering smoke whirling about him, and then slowly exhaled, directing the enchanted mist towards Y/N. The air between them was filled with a mesmerising aroma, sweet and overpowering, intended to numb the senses and influence one's willpower.

As the smoke reached Y/N, he inhaled almost unintentionally, and the immediate effect was confusing. his head felt light, and his thoughts were hazy as if he were in a dream. The space softened at the edges, Valentino's presence becoming less intimidating and more attractive

Valentino observed with predatory patience as Y/N's defences weakened under the potion's influence. "There, there," he said softly, standing to approach them, the air around him thick with charmed smoke. "Isn't this better? There's no need for panic or disobedience... oh you look so loopy already~"

Y/N's gaze met Valentino's, and for a brief moment, they saw him through the haze, not as the manipulator he was, but as a beacon, a source of refuge amid all the confusion that clouded his mind. he felt himself dozing, their natural resistance softened by the potion's influence.

Valentino smiled, a predator enjoying the success of his trap. "That's all, baby. Just let go. You are safe here, with me. All I want is what is best for you."

However, even as the elixir worked its charm, a portion of Y/N stayed detached, a whisper of self that watched in horror as they fell to Valentino's power. It was a little, rebellious flame that struggled against the seductive cloud, a reminder of the reality beneath the illusion. 

Valentino leaned in, his lips forced against Y/N's in a kiss intended to seal the false promises, tying Y/N to him via force and fake devotion. "You belong to me, bitch. "Don't ever forget that,” 

As Y/N's eyes met Valentino's he leant in quickly once again capturing his partner's lips in a rough, passionate kiss. It was a stark contrast to the gentle, tender atmosphere that Y/N under the drugs was experiencing. Their lips met with a hunger that belied the situation, and Y/N's drugged state only seemed to fuel the fire.

 He felt the warmth of Y/N's skin beneath his touch, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. As their kiss deepened, their tongues danced together, exploring the hidden depths of each other's mouths with a fervour that bordered on desperation.

 Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching into Valentino's as he returned the passion with equal intensity. 

Y/N, still under the love-smoke's spell, Y/N gazed at Valentino with a mixture of what felt like true love. Valentino loved the look in his eyes. Craving it even more than he did before. He looked at Dave and then the cigarette that had brought him here. It almost made Valentino mad that he had to resort to drugging him. But that wasn't his fault, this was Y/Ns fault. well, now would be the best time to punish fuck him.

“You're never leaving me. Im gonna make sure you truly know who you belong to~” 

NON CON VERBAL ABUSE AND AFAB GENITALIA.

Valentino loomed over Y/N who had all the adoration and love in the world in his eyes for him and him only. Valentino shoves him out of the cuddle grabs his hair and yanks him up, his eyes wide with fear and confusion, unable to escape the inescapable grip of Valentino when he is mad.

Valentino's eyes glowed with an evil tinge like something had made him snap, casting shadows across the room as he stared intently at Y/N, his eyes seemed to hold an insatiable hunger.

With a swift and forceful movement, Valentino pinned Y/N to the bed, his stronger body pressing down on the small sinner. Y/N's struggles were futile against the overlord's unyielding strength, and he knew that resistance was pointless.

As Valentino's lips met Y/N's, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue forced its way into Y/N's mouth, tasting and exploring with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. Y/N's moans of fear and pain were muffled by Val's relentless advances.

Valentino's hands moved with a sinister grace, tearing a Y/N's clothing as he continued his assault. Y/N's bitching was silenced by his face being shoved into the mattress. And soon, he was completely exposed to Valentino. and after denying him so long, he had a lot of pent-up fucking ready for you~

"I hope you ready for this baby cause I am not holding back~"

Ignoring Y/N's pleas for mercy, Valentino positioned himself over the trembling man, his large cock poised at the entrance to his bratty lover's body. With a growl that resonated through the room, he thrust himself inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Y/N.

"shut the hell up you fucking bitch" he would growl in your ear and slap you around the face many times before you could even attempt to be quiet.

Despite the agony, Y/N's body responded to Valentino's invasion, a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. Valentino began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was both brutal and erotic. Each thrust drove deeper into Y/N, his face was red and he wanted to be sick but the smoke stood strong in his mind, keeping him from fighting back too hard~

"you love me- I know you do~ see how nicely your pussy is taking me, boy??" Valentino said in between long, slow thrusts, as tears slid down your face. "You were meant to be my little fuck baby right? answer me you fucking whore-!!!"

As he continued his relentless assault, Y/N's cries of pain and pleasure melded into a single, tortured sound. His body writhed beneath Valentino, unable to escape the assault.

In the end, it was Valentino who found release first, his cum filling Y/N up and making him feel sick knowing what just happened. Y/N's body shook beneath him, and for a moment, their gazes locked. That's when he knew. He fucked up.

Srry im shit at endings hope this was good for your request im so sorry if it was shite iive never done a request before  eeeeeeeeeeee THANKS FOR REQUESTING EVEN IF YOU HATED THIS I LOVE YOU <3,<;£<£,3,3,3,3,,3 i take criticism but i might not respond cause ill be hating myself for not being perfect <3 eeee

#noncon drugging #tw noncon #alastor #hazbin alastor #yandere valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin husk #hazbin adam #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #Transmale #transreader #transmale reader #transgender #shit writing #anitclimactic #sorry not sorry #i actually hate this #but im proud of myself #not really #idk #anyway #enjoy #Sometimes they/them #sa #he/him #abuse #tw abuse

[aceofwhump]

I know it's early, but I would love it if you have any 14th doctor whump or hurt/comfort fics to rec. I have a mighty need.

Omg nonny I have already gone to AO3 in search of the same things lol. Like I wanna read fics with 14 really going through it emotionally as he processes his trauma. I need it in my life. And some good physical whump would be great too. Quick sidenote but is anyone else excited to see if 15 gets good whump? Cause I am. Anyway! Yes it is indeed early so there's not a lot. I'm gonna keep checking on the tag to see what new stuff comes out (people are amazing and so fast at writing. i'm so impressed with you guys) but here are some good ones I've bookmarked so far:

60th Anniversary Special Connected AUs Series by Whovian101

Just Breathe by Velika_Azure_Wing: The Doctor has a panic attack and learns that sometimes trauma gets worse before it gets better. Luckily for him, Donna Noble is there.

Learning to stay still. by CianMars: Post Doctor Who The Giggle, The Doctor is taken home by Donna, and finds himself finally admitting that he's not okay

The Long And Bumpy Road To Getting Better by holyflyingtomatoes: It's a long and bumpy road to getting better, one filled with tears and memories and late-night chats over hot chocolate. Fourteen starts his journey.

Calling off the War by rightwhereyouleftme (muchadoaboutsometing): In which the Doctor goes to farmer's markets, creates a wardrobe, accidentally joins a support group, becomes the hot gossip of PTA moms, attempts a few hobbies, and learns how to live the slow life.

As Below, So Above by Monarchetype: Donna asks the Doctor why he's laying down, in the backyard, on the grass, at night.

A Billion Years of Constant Vigilance by Mephishto_616: The Doctor sits, tense, shaking, as a UNIT soldier drives the group back to the Noble household. It’s a testament to his past of constant vigilance that he’s entirely alert while as exhausted as he is. He’s spent a billion years being scared; a tough habit to break. Or: Donna takes the Doctor home.

#mod replies #ask #anon #fanfics #fic recs #mod's fic recs #doctor who #14th doctor #can't wait to read more

[lamnwar]

Kind of sad today, well sad isn't the best way to describe it, either way kinda need that good ol' fanservice cause I kind of want to sleep but I can't so maybe sad but sleepy reader x Midorima, Kise and Takao fluffy goodness. I don't want to give more than three. Thank you if you accept.

Aw baby hope you've got some rest and feel better 💕 I'm gonna feed you some fluff, in hope that it helps, big love <3

SWEET DREAMS, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

Context: how your s/o treats you when you're down and tired.

Pairing: Midorima + Kise + Takao x gn! Reader

Warning: 110% comfort and fluff because we all need it sometimes 💕

MIDORIMA

Ok ok but let's start this by saying that he is a very observant boy

He may not speak a lot, but be assured that he notices the slight changes in your behaviour and expression that can indicate how you feel

So the second you come before him looking exhausted with life, he's noticed it already

He won't be upfront about it though

Don't expect him to say anything to cheer you up

He'll still help, but it's in the little things he does

He'll get you a cup of your favourite bevarage and maybe your favourite snack if you're hungry

If you wanna vent, he'll gladly listen

He's such a good listener omg

But if you're too tired to talk , he'll ask you to join him in bed while he reads you something

You'll just cuddle in him while his soothing voice calms you down

He's not really a physical person, but when you feel down he'll actually initiate contact with you

You're not even noticing but he's stroking your hair while he reads

And he'll wait till you're sound asleep

When he's sure that you are resting, he'll cover you up with his fluffiest blanket and he'll leave a sweet kiss on your forehead

He'll check on you in the morning by sending you your horoscope

Probably lying by saying that it's your lucky day just to cheer you up (but really, he'd only ever lie for you)

KISE

This boy didn't grow up to be the kind to care about others' feelings, but you?

As soon as he sees your tired face and that sad aura surrounding you, he turns on his protective mode

He'll get so worried

He has a hard time understanding that you actually don't wanna talk about it

But after a little while he'll calm down and will cater to your needs

He'll ask you what you want, and will get exactly that for you

Want food? He's already buying your favourite snacks

Want to take a bath? He's got the water running already and candles lit up in the bathroom

Want to cuddle? His arms are wide open for you

Want to cry? He's got boxes of tissues ready

Eventually, you tell him that you just want to sleep this away, and he's again supplying

He'll cover your bed with the comfiest blankets, has your favourite plushies around, and he's got some essential oils ready to rub them on your temples

He'll stay by your side as long as you need him and as long as it takes for you to fall asleep

And the second you wake up, he's here with a warm cup of your favourite beverage, asking if you're ok

He might be too much, but in moments like that you do really appreciate his presence

TAKAO

Omg this boy is usually so cheerful that you never expect him to catch on your moods

But like Midorima, he is very observant

Behind his teasing smiles and jokes, he actually takes note of every little thing about you

So when you show up in front of him, completely drained physically and emotionally

He knows he has to be serious for a moment there

It's kinda confusing, because his serious self is very different from what you are used to

Sure, if he feels like it's appropriate, he'll drop one or two jokes to see you smile

But since you are tired, he rather be more calm around you

He'll be all smile and sweetness

He's the kind to massage your shoulders to help you let out some tension

And he'll take this tone of voice that is so smooth just because he knows that it's like a lullaby to you

Talking of which, if you want him to sing you a lullaby, he 100% will

He'll lend you his hoodie for you to sleep in

And he'll join you in bed so he can hold you till you're asleep

Takao understands that you are really really tired, so he won't speak much

But he'll murmur some sweet words to you just to make you fall asleep

If you want him to stay the night with you, he'll gladly will

And if the next morning you are still tired, he'll make all the calls so you can stay home and rest a bit

And because he is such a service man, you won't have to move a single bit

He'll do everything for you: getting you food, doing chores, literally anything so that you don't have to lift a single finger

Honestly, he's the sweetest guy and you're lucky to have him around

#now this has to be one of the cutest hcs i've ever made omg #hope you enjoy it too :) #knb #kuroko no basuke #midorima shintarou #kise ryota #takao kazunari #midorima x reader #kise x reader #takao x reader #knb x reader #knb hcs #knb headcanons #knb fluff

[lostfracturess]

hi nici i'm back

So I stumbled on, each day collapsing into the next.  Until the next semester started and I remembered I had an actual job.

lmaoooo wait he kinda relatable for that ngl

GASSPPP SHE'S IN THE CLASS HE'S TEACHIGN omg this is so crazy. w all their history. n it's just back to square one. teacher n student. also i cant believe it's been four weeks sighhh

"Have you ever thought about how I felt when I found you?" she snapped, her voice rising. "How terrified I was when you wouldn't respond? When you couldn't even recognize me? When I thought you'd die on me?" She took a shaky breath. "Fuck Satoru, I held your face in my hands while you were barely breathing!"

YES!! LIKE SRS I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WAS. omg this argument scene i canttt i mean reader kinda spittin facts but also idk it's hard for him too :((

"And that," she leaned closer, almost brushing my lips, "is what makes you the most pathetic person I know."

GODD I'M LOVING THIS FUCKING ANGST RN IT'S SO GOOD. THE ANGER IS SO PALPABLE also i just love how consistently in character reader is

But I also wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of her right then and there.

HELPSDKFJSHDKF i must love toxic bc this had me UHHHHHH HAD ME FEELIN LOTS

:(( omg reader saying she's been waiting for it to get easier n how he said it would (once again proposing the song loml by ts for s&c couple) also KSDJFHSDKL suguru always walking in on them damn. send HIM to therapy too LOL

man i am EXHAUSTED for satoru rn. every single day for him is like a living hell jesus. i mean it CANNOT feel good for him to live this way, obv he's an addict but i guess i always err on the side that it's not really addicts faults?? esp when you know what goes on biochemically when it comes to addictions, they are literally almost impossible to fight, and in a lot of cases, canonically for s&c gojo too, addicts didn't WANT to be come miserable n codependent on substances. a lot of times, it's just bad place/time or someone coercing or influencing them to begin. and then they're fucked for life. the fact he's managed to become a self sufficient professor and maintain surgerical prowess while fighting an addiction is incredible, but he neeeeeds to get clean. like, there's nothing more important rn than for him to just. literally put himself in rehab, in therapy, etc. idk. im word vomiting here but i just really hope he gets genuine professional help. ive always found it interesting how doctors are at times the most careless of their own health

DAMNNN he called her a bitch.

oh my godsshhh the hATE SEX. PLS.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, you know that?" I leaned closer, my mouth close to her ear. "You hate who I am, but you crave this, don't you? Giving up control, being at my mercy. Admit it."

sighhhh. yes.

I leaned down over her, my hand snaking into her hair. I grabbed it tightly, forcing her head up to meet mine. "I love you, first-year," I murmured against her ear. She trembled, but her defiance remained strong. "I hate you." I sighed — always so fierce, makes me wonder what it takes to fuck that stubborn attitude out of her.  "It's alright, I love you enough for both of us."

HEEELPPP IM DECEASED THIS IS SO SEXY AND SO TOXIC AT THE SAME TIME SFKJHSDKFJS

damn. this chapter was just pure angst. im ngl gojo's brain is an insane thing, and the way you WROTE THISSS NICI???? literal poetry. i cannot believe how you can make me feel sm emotions n im like exhauted rn. emotionally worn out. but in a good way lol idk if this makes sense, but in the sense that it hurts so good?? anyways yet another awesome chapter, thanks sm for your hard work :''')

hello in part two !!

GASSPPP SHE'S IN THE CLASS HE'S TEACHIGN omg this is so crazy. w all their history. n it's just back to square one. teacher n student. also i cant believe it's been four weeks sighhh

they really are back to the beginning, but still everything changed, i loved this idea that they have this kind of seeing each other for the first time again in class as like in the beginning of the story 🫠💔

HELPSDKFJSHDKF i must love toxic bc this had me UHHHHHH HAD ME FEELIN LOTS

lol you're not the only one haha

also KSDJFHSDKL suguru always walking in on them damn. send HIM to therapy too LOL

poor suguru – the man needs a break from walking in on this trainwreck of a relationship. and yeah, a good therapist wouldn't hurt him either 😂😂

& yes ur talk about addiction is spot on. it breaks my heart, too, because that ongoing internal struggle is a huge part of what makes gojo such a compelling character.

his addiction isn't just a simple choice, it's incredibly complex, especially when you factor in his history and the immense pressure he faces every day. and his self-hatred and guilt just fuel the cycle.

and yes gojo desperately needs help, but for him, there's that added layer of fear – the fear of vulnerability, the fear of failure, and the overwhelming belief that he doesn't deserve help. really tragic. shame the author for writing this pewww !!

DAMNNN he called her a bitch.

i found it hilarious ngl 😂😂

ahhh, thank you so so much for always reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts so generously ellie. it truly means the world to me 😭😭❤️

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[brineffxiv]

We gather in Limsa Lominsa, awaiting the boat that will take us to Sharlayan, where we will reunite with Krile and set about attempting to solve the many problems that face us.

Hoary Boulder and Coultenet stop by to see us off and to make sure we've got everyone's well wishes and assurances that they'll take care of things while we're gone. And so, with mixed feelings of excitement and trepidation, we set off!

Be still my heart! Is that the voice of Emet-Selch!?

It is him, isn't it?? Oh, I have missed you terribly. Are you narrating this expansion? How? You're dead. Oh, I might cry.

Oh no, now I'm definitely going to cry. Why is the sad music playing!?

Goodness, Tataru couldn't spring for a cabin? Even a bunk? We've just got to sleep here on the floor? Maybe I will go for that walk.

Uh...

Oh, my God.

Hydaelyn. I... have some questions. I feel. Somewhat betrayed. More so on behalf of my friends, than myself. For while it is true you have never - that I know of - done wrong by me, I have complaint over how you have treated my fellow warriors of light and your oracles.

A hard choice, to be sure, but I wanted to know more than I wanted to rage.

And now I wish I had chosen the other answer. No, it is not clear to me why now. Why not before, any of the times before? Why not tell us yourself? Why did you not reveal the truth about yourself and the "servants of darkness" ? Why did we have to find out from Emet-Selch what was really going on here? Don't you think that was a little bit important? If you wanted me to trust in you, why have you never been forthcoming with me?

No thanks to you.

And that's another thing. I realize, as a primal, you are bound by the desires of those who brought you forth, from that moment in time. But. What would be so bad about the restoration of the old world? The way we are supposed to be? Why fight so hard to preserve the broken remnants of an accident?

Now, certainly, in the present, we are peoples worthy of living on. But why initially? In the immediate aftermath of the sundering, before we had rebuilt, why not help put the world back together? Was your drive to subdue Zodiark so strong that you could not consider anything that would bring him power?

It seems to me, that as the fight went on, the Ascians became increasingly more in the wrong. But at the start. From where I stand. You were the villain.

Why do you value me so highly. That you would expend the effort to say these words to me when you left Ardbert to languish in perpetual solitary confinement for over a century? When you allowed a succession of Minfilias to fight and die without a word? When your neglect forced the champions of the First to turn to the Ascians for help to save their world? They gave their lives and you wouldn't even speak to them!

I am so mad. I am so very angry with you. I do not understand, and I am furious that you would expend the effort to speak with me just to tell me we're in danger. No duh. We've got a rogue Ascian determined to reenact the Final Days. A problem we wouldn't have if I hadn't gone and killed off the people who were keeping him in line.

If that's supposed to make sense to me I have to tell you it doesn't. How in the world am I supposed to find out what you promised in another age.

I can tell you care about me. You maybe even love me, as a mother should love a child. And I think there is a part of me that reciprocates. That Rhesh'a loves you too. But we cannot see past the injustice of it all. A mother should not pick favorites among her children.

Ahh and now we arrive at Sharlayan. Endwalker is shaping up to be a doozy; I'm already emotionally exhausted.

I am. Unprepared.

Eeee! New city! And Emet-Selch is introducing it to me! Happy happy day!

What happens if we get refused entry? Do we have to get back on the boat?

Right, got it. No talking about the Scions. My lips are zipped.

Ah, yes, I should get around to playing Eureka at some point...

Haha omg. That was... SO long ago. Even longer for G'raha. He went away and lived an entire life and more in the meantime.

I've always wondered what was behind the placements of Archon marks? Clearly the neck is standard, but Urianger chose to put his on his face for some reason? And the pictures I've seen of Louisoix show him with his on his forehead. Hmm... Things to think about.

Trust Fourchenault to have made things difficult. At least Alisaie and Alphinaud aren't precluded from entering. Thankfully it seems that being disowned didn't revoke their citizenship.

I am an Artisan, thank you very much. I didn't level all my DoH/DoL skills to 90 by Stormblood for nothing now.

AHAHAHA! Poor Estinien. He can't think of a job.

Thankfully, Krile arrives to the rescue. Estinien is officially a mercenary. And we are now free to explore Sharlayan, myself with G'raha and Krile in tow!

And here is where I must stop the post, as I have hit my max image allotment, lol. Welcome to Endwalker.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #krile baldesion #hydaelyn #emet-selch #thancred waters #y'shtola rhul #estinien varlineau #g'raha tia #tataru taru #baseless speculation #thoughts on lore #i finally get to pick that bone with hydaelyn #it does not go well #endwalker

[theeblackmedusa]

When did Attuma and Okoye realize they were in love with each other? How did their first "I love you" or "I'm in love with you" go? Was it in their native tongue? OMG who said it first? Did the other say it immediately after? Was it Romantic? Clumsy? Awkward? Planned? In the heat of the moment? Do they only say it to each other in the other's mother language now? Give me all the deets please.

Hi, anon! This is just one of my 3,000 little headcanons with them.

Attuma realized he was in love with her one evening when she was standing by the shore with him, looking out at the water and trying to paint a picture of Talokan in her mind. It was a place that she almost couldn't begin to comprehend. The sun was setting and the light was reflecting on her skin and she was glowing. He couldn't help but stare at her, heart swelling when she smiled or asked a question about his home. She was more curious than she appeared, always wanting to know more. He'd tell her everything she wanted to know. He'd give her everything she ever wanted if she said the word.

Okoye didn't realize that she was in love until she hadn't seen him due to pushing him away. She thought she did it for his benefit as well as her own, but she kept catching herself missing him at the most random times. She'd be practicing with a punching bag and think of him, or she'd walk along the waters and wish he was there. It irked her because she didn't want to be in love with him. She'd promised herself emotional peace after everything that she'd been through, so why on earth was he swooping in and lighting her emotions on fire? Eventually, she got around to apologizing to him and telling him why she was distancing herself and he understood. He forgave her because he was already so smitten and he was sure the only thing that she could possibly do to ruin the way he felt about her would be to literally kill him.

I've got a few different scenarios on how they would go about saying it, though. They wouldn't say it immediately after realization. To me, when and how they'd say it would be dependent on how established their relationship is and how emotionally available either of them are at the time. Either way, it would definitely end up very romantic even if it didn't begin that way. I'll just give this one, though because if I write down all the different ways I think they could say "I love you" for the first time, this post would be ridiculously long.

Okoye would probably be the one to say it first if they were still tiptoeing around their relationship. It would be because she'd exhausted him with the way she kept herself closed off with him. He would be ready to commit to her, but the fear she has of getting hurt would stop her from taking those steps with him. She'd distance herself, avoid him, etc., and eventually he would just have enough of it. Usually, his temper is very even. He knows how to use his emotions tactically instead of acting impulsively, but she'd gotten to the very end of his patience, found his last nerve, and tap danced all over it by shutting him out.

He'd probably show up to her home and have to almost push his way in due to her adamance on not letting him come in because she just can't control the way she feels when she's around him. He'd get in, of course, and he'd do his best to speak to her calmly, but his emotions would get the better of him and his voice would raise gradually. He wouldn't yell since the goal was to get her to come to him, not to scare her off any more than he already had.

"I have spent my nights contemplating what I have done to cause you harm, but I come up short every time," he'd start.

She'd let him rant, not ready to speak yet and feeling that he deserved to express himself since she'd made him feel like he was doing something wrong. In reality, he'd done nothing wrong, she just couldn't fathom the idea that he was genuinely trying to love her in the way that she deserved.

"What have I done to hurt you, Okoye?" he would finally ask, eyes baring into her soul for an answer because all he wanted to do was give her everything he and the world had to offer her.

She'd spent years fighting. Fighting herself, fighting the world, and now fighting him. She was exhausted, tired of fighting. Okoye never had the intention to tell him that she was in love with him. She'd decided that letting him drift away would make it fizzle out and she wouldn't have to come to terms with it. She hadn't thought about the fact that he'd be wondering what was wrong with him. It was the hurt expression on his face that ripped her heart right out of her chest that finally forced her to tell him.

"I cannot love you because if I do, I would be letting you in. I do not let people in," she'd reply.

He'd open his mouth to speak, to tell her that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her and that she could let him in, but she'd stop him with a raised hand before continuing.

"But, I do love you. Despite my every intention to keep you away. I wish I could let you in, but I cannot."

And, he'd just stare at her with so much adoration because she does love him and that's really all he needed to hear. He could work with the rest. He could put together the broken pieces of her, heal those wounds, and kiss away her pain. He could do that because he loved her, too. He wasn't usually one to let things work out on their own, but he believed it, that this one thing, their thing would work out.

All the frustration inside of him would melt away as the pieces clicked and he'd realize that they'd be okay. He'd walk to her, cup her face and she'd avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," he'd tell her softly and she'd obey because he had this guidance over her that she couldn't quite explain.

Attuma would look at her with those eyes again and lean down to press his forehead to hers.

"I love you," he'd say softly in his native tongue and she wouldn't know what it meant because she was still learning. She'd probably furrow her eyebrows at him and open her mouth to ask, but he'd translate for her with an even softer tone than before.

The two of them would stand there in their revelation and he'd pull her close to him, letting her know that he wasn't going to let her go. She'd feel safe for once even though a thousand thoughts were running through her mind.

"I have you now, warrior," he'd say. "You do not have to fight alone."

#this is just a headcanon #i think they're really cute #attuma #okoye #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #okuma? #attoye? #okattuma? #marvel #mcu #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #danai gurira #alex livinalli #theeblackmedusa

[halogalopaghost]

The other thing I didn't expect and didn't realize for a while is that even things I like doing take spoons. It's not like I have ten spoons to do the dishes, go to work, and take a shower, I have ten spoons to do that OR check my tumblr, talk to my gramma on the phone, and write a few hundred words. And since I also have pretty severe executive dysfunction issues, I very quickly end up using my spoons only for the things that give me dopamine and showering once a week. Which is less than ideal trust me I fuckin know, but I'm stuck.

There are things I HAVE to give spoons to: working, driving to and from work which yes does take energy!! Grocery shopping to take lunch because eating out isn't really an option, just eating by itself takes SO MUCH energy, getting dressed, doing laundry. When it gets down to the things that I don't have to do in order to live, like folding the laundry, putting my clothes away at the end of the day, mating my socks, washing my lunch dishes, vacuuming my rug, sweeping the doggy dust bunnies off the stairs, wiping down the bathroom counter, I can't make myself do it. I don't HAVE to, even if it might make some other tasks a little easier (like getting dressed in the morning ffs), so I just don't, because otherwise I'll miss my friends and never get to play my viddy game or write down those ideas I had. I'm so TIRED. Physically and mentally and emotionally I'm just exhausted. Not in a "omg I need help right now!!" Kind of way, but like. I'm treading water just fine, not gonna drown, but fuck am I ready to get out of the pool and take a nap.

Y'know what else? Unrelated to anything above but I'm so fucking cold all the time man, I'm sick of that too. That's taking precious energy away from me because I'll literally start shivering at work and I actually cannot wear enough clothing to prevent it. I've been wearing sweatpants underneath my slacks the last few days and i still get cold. How am I supposed to fix that? I can't wear a fuckin parka to sell jewelry.

And btw, yes I did write this post from underneath a mountain of blankets on my bed with two baskets of unfolded laundry nearby, my grandmother uncalled, my jewelry bench untouched, etc etc etc etc. yeah I did this instead of any of the hundreds of other things I should do because I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open and I'm tired of being tired

#delete later #I just needed to think out loud a little #yeah yeah journaling blah blah whatever I put my emotions on tumblr and die like a man #when i write in a journaling format it feels more performative than just talking it out in a tumblr text box #I don't know why #people are way less likely to find and read this in twenty years than a physical book in my house #I'm gonna take a nap now guys #and by the way. I showered yesterday and it had only been SIX days. so impressive.

[f0point5]

OH. MY. GOD. You're cooking!!

Those texts between Daniel and Max are EVERYTHING. It hit so deep, I feel all giddy about it.

This is the first time that Max has openly admitted he doesn't like her dating someone. And when he said he dated before and it's not what he wants to do with her... the feeeels OMG! I always have to remind myself this is not a real story, but... gosh I felt it. It screams that she means sooo much more to him. And whatever he's had with former relationships, it's not enough. It's not what he wants with her. I don't even know what to say.

And Daniel is gold in this! It's the way he's nudging him, but not pushing. Inquiring calmly, but not pressing him. Kinda guiding him to dig deeper, to think about what it means to him and admit it for once. And as soon as Max gave that one answer that is needed and that he almost seemed to regret giving, Daniel just stopped right there and didn't pester him about it. Like walking on eggshells, glad Max gave as much as he did, and knowing exactly that he needs to draw a line for now as not to shy him away again. Instead he pretty much suggested a boys' night out with him, buddies only, no wifey. And Max took it. His answer almost felt like he was breathing it out in exhaustion, glad to be let off the hook for now.

That was perfection! I'm still reeling from it.

And props to Clara for the pic again haha!

Did I not tell you to trust the process?! See that? Trust and the universe aka me, deliverssss.

I feel like this fits Daniel. He comes across as such an emotionally intelligent person, like really tuned in, and I feel like he is that person in Max’s life.

Cooking

[n30nwrites]

omg they called the police just because you disagreed with someone? How does that happen?

TW - Miscarriage, Suicide, Family death, Racism, Ableism, Verbal Abuse, Physical violence (?)

So I reported my teacher for her favoritism, racism and verbal abuse and the cops were called, let's discuss this.

So I'm not gonna fully talk about everything she did. But I'll go over the gist of it, she has humiliated me multiple times in class, said many racism things (refering to spanish as 'Mexican' multiple times etc), but she seemed to hate me the most, it was so noticable there were students who were asking me what I did wrong.

Now this school year was very hard on me. My boyfriend had killed himself in January, I had two uncles die and then had a miscarriage. During this, she gave me 0 for the days I missed (uncle's funeral and miscarriage) and wouldn't let me make up the work, held the class late which caused me to miss my other uncle's funeral and was especially rough during January. She has caused us to skip lunch breaks before and get annoyed that we are tired saying "this is how the industry works" (if you know the cooking industry, you know that chefs take like 30 smoke breaks a day along with legal breaks in my state) and told us that we were in the wrong industry for being tired (I was also working a job at this time so of course i'm exhausted I'm on my feet for 8 hours here and then another 8 for work). She would tell us to not take her criticism personally but only criticizes certain students (me and a few others) while others will make the same mistakes and she ignores them. She told me to stop having my "Freak outs" (panic attacks) because I was being dramatic and will also talk shit about students when they are not there (During an event I had food that had shellfish in it, I'm allergic, and wasn't able to attend the next day, she called me lazy to the class.) She publicly humilated my friend and made her cry, and frankly made me want to-

She also didn't know how to work technology. She'd refer to students as 'special' as an insult and as I am autistic she would make it extremely worse for me sensory wise.

So I had told her about 3 weeks ago that the books i ordered did not have a code for them. I then emailed her about them 1 week ago and she told me "i should've told her sooner" (I did) and I was not able to do the exam for that class (Somehow passed it) which was emotionally horrid for me. I did pass the rest, but only because of the practicum, not the exam. Everyone but 1 person failed the exam and that 1 person had a 71%, she doesn't tell us what to study either and the book is 1000+ pages.

Sorry for that rant. Anyways after she sent me off, me and my mother called to complain because it was bs, and a few hours later the cops were called as a form of wellness check and talked about arresting me.

I had a breakdown :)

Also she threw a thermometer at me once, people seem to consider that the worse thing that happened.

That was a lot, i said i wouldn't go into detail and then did, damn.

ANYWAYS, thats part of the reason I haven't written a lot, things have been stressful and I have no energy anymore.

Edit: I have some ptsd from the police as well so it was horrid.

[devitalise]

Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

#book talk #djservo #i didn't know if i'd even finish one book this month tbh #saving my next rachel cusk read for when i really need a pick me up

[e2019]

omg i didnt realize it was already the 17th.... alright it's official at least 1/4 of my life has come n gone. tho i've always believed myself to have 5yrs left tops. idk why but since i was at least 7 i've simply accepted this belief as fact and felt nothing one way or the other about it, same as u would any other basic fact (does it make you happy or sad to consider the fact that the sky is blue & grass is green? probably neither as this is an emotionally insignificant truth to most, impersonal & dispassionate).

i've always measured my life in segments of 3-5yrs or so. 1-4 before school, 4-10 elementary school, 11-13 middle school, 14-18 high school, 19-22 college... 22-25 whatever the fuck i got goin on rn, so far it feels like im stuck in limbo... 25-30(?) endgame! each subsequent section has passed me by more quickly than the one before it. in particular, college was a blur, and it feels like i graduated just yesterday, altho it apparently has been like 3yrs(?) already.

so my point here is, i'm ready to die whenever now. i don't see this ever changing because i've held this belief for so long that it's become so fundamental to my understanding of myself & the world as a belief can possibly get. and like i said im not sad or depressed, well i am but that has little to do with it. i'm ready to die, but i'm in no hurry either.

i think i most likely will die on accident, or if not then intentional suicide no earlier than 30. i dont hate life quite as much as i used to, but i still dont much enjoy it, either. it's cumbersome and purposeless. to inhabit a body is a relentless daily struggle: eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, and on and on... it's exhausting & annoying to me. what it comes down to is i just dont want to have to keep working like this for what... 50+ more yrs when i have no motivation to continue. i have no goals & very few earthly attachments (dwindling all the time, like a good buddhist).

i'm ok with that cuz i know life is inherently without meaning. it's up to each of us to decide what our own reason for living will be. except none of the endless possibilities that this world & life on it have to offer really appeal to me all that much. like i legitimately cannot & never have been able to envision a life that i would want to live for as long as a natural human life might last.

felt like i had to say something else but thats all i got for now. here's to another 5yrs of aimlessness.

[super-marvel-dc]

Johnny Storm meeting Captain America is something I would pay to see lmao

Omg yes! I love this idea though <3

I can totally see Cap being all serious about this trying to figure out how Johnny got there and why he looks like him but younger, but he's also not that freaked out because he's done time travel and literally met his younger self so this isn't all that crazy for him, but definitely still a little concerning.

Johnny is definitely the type of person to look at Steve dead in the eyes and say something like “we're basically twins, but we all know I'm the better looking one.” (even though they both look alike!) with an obnoxiously cute but smug smile on his face.

I feel like Stephen and Peter also had something to do with this... Like, peter asked for a spell (of course without thinking it through....again) and it all went wrong and now poor Stephen is trying to figure out how it happened when Tony calls him up telling him he has some explaining to do and to hurry up because he already has a hard enough time with one around, now there's two of them? And ones a cocky, yet sweet sometimes, jerk?

Oh boy is Steve never gonna live down the fact that Johnny stole Caps uniform and pretended to be Cap and flirted with Natasha and Wanda. *Sigh* he also set Steve's uniform on fire while trying to test if the shield was flammable or not.

Poor Bucky is still confused as to why "Steve" looked younger when he walked in the training room to ask Steve if he's seen his new book that Wanda got for him *cough* Sam stole it and hid it somewhere in the kitchen *cough*

Finally after a very exhausting day, both physically and emotionally for Steve, everything was taken care of, fixed thanks Johnny, and Johnny was back where he belonged and Steve can finally relax. That is of course until he went to the bathroom just to see his uniform smoking and burnt hidden behind the toilet...

(So sorry this took so long @whatrambles ! I've been dealing with a lot of stress lately for a bunch of personal issues but I'm glad I finally got to it and I hope you're doing well 💜 Sorry for any typos)

#whatrambles #my favorite person 💜 #johnny storm #steve rogers #captain america #peter parker #stephen strange #bucky barnes #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ ask answered ༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[teyamsatan]

Girl, I completely feel you on being mentally and emotionally exhausted. September seemed so calm for me and now all of a sudden October has been hell and everyone in my personal/work life needs my attention, and all I want to do is write and read all of the good stuff coming out and it's so hard to find the time.

But you're doing great! Don't be sorry for being busy or needing to take a moment for yourself. I'm sending good vibes your way! 🧡

I hope everything gets better!

Hi Talie, omg thank you so much for this, it means so much to hear and it's a bit relieving to know it hasn't just been me going through it (although i would rather that's the case than see people also suffering like this :((( )

Also, 100% same to you, you are doing so well and your writing is so so good, i always look forward to reading your oneshots :((( you're so so talented!!! xx

I wish you the best day/night/week, and sending you all the smooches 🤍

#this made me emo :(( #˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ 𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶'𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 #☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 𝓆 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶