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[paviastrashyrings]

hello!! i was wondering if i could request transman!horropedia x transman!reader

i'm obsessed with the thought of t4t horro and there's literally nothing (it doesn't have to be nsfw btw anything is fine, i'm starved and not picky aksjjshhsg)

ty for the horropedia content btw! he's my boy and he doesn't seem very well liked 😔

Hello dear reader, as a transman, this request warms my heart. I would be delighted to indulge in a soft dream of t4t Horropedia. As for the nsfw mention, I'm still warming up to the idea, it just feels a little embarrassing still ,, Without further delay, let us delve into another sweet dream of the nerdy nerd <3.

quite possibly the best at providing comfort in verbal forms, in his own strange way.

he has been through his fair share of rough days, dysphoria is a cruel thing and he knows firsthand what its like to have an off day.

Sometimes he looks in the mirror, his eyelashes are too long, his voice is too high, his face is too soft; his hands are too small or maybe his hair is too long.

Every little thing that he could notice that would make him feel alien in his own body seems to be magnified, until he has to avoid mirrors to make it through the day.

Whenever he sees you, pre-T or on T, stretching your shirt out regardless of if you have top surgery or not because it still feels like theyre there..

He can see the fatigue in your eyes, the nausea written in the way you hold yourself. He does not miss that feeling.

"Hey, yknow you look awesome today! Like one of my favorite killers in this old movie I love!! Hes super awesome, we need to watch it later." he'd go on a rant, pointing out all the features on you that reminded him of another man.

The moment he saw your shoulders relax and your posture straighten, even if its only a little, he relaxed a bit too.

Days indoors when you both suffer from the same terrible affliction, holding each other and avoiding touching places that may trigger any further upset.

Whispering to each other about how handsome you find the other, watching movies and playing games to take your minds off of the shared feeling.

If you do makeup, maybe you can teach him how to contour his face for when hes feeling like his face isn't as masculine as he'd like.

Hes good with his hands, but with brushes? A sorry man for sure.

In the end, it is always you and he that are there for one another, playing with each others hair and enjoying the silence of a morning in.

This was a small comfort for me to write, I hope it offers the same small comfort for all of you who have ever felt the way I do.

I love you all, yours forever

Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

Hello i hope you’re doing well!

Can i request medicine pocket with a s/o that is always tired and sleepy

They try to stay awake and get things done or do anything to distract themselves but a lot of times it still wouldn’t work

That’s it, have a nice day and thank you!

Hello again, dear readers !! How I have missed all of you, the dreaded exam week has come to its exhausting close and I'm going to try and get back on posting. Without further ado, allow me to introduce to you our self-experimenting genius for tonights dream!

If sleep did not love you so much, dear reader, then how come you find yourself in its grasp even in the midst of lifes course?

prone to heavy eyes and dazed smiles, you often find yourself waking up with items in your hands from activities you were doing.

Medicine Pocket was no stranger to your bouts of sleep, finding you curled up in the most impossible places with items in your hands and papers for pillows.

You poor sweet angel, you who could do no wrong in their eyes, resting with a smile on your sweet face. Beneath the harsh cold light of the lab, you were warm and the sound of your soft breathing was like music to Medicine Pockets ears.

"Jeez, what the hell am i gonna do with you, huh?" They whisper, draping their labcoat over your shoulders in a moment of rare tenderness that never leaves your company.

The way you pulled their labcoat closer and smiled just a little more made the fleeting vulnerability all the more worth it.

As much of an inconvenience as it was to have you sleep in their lab, they could listen to the sound of your slow breathing for hours on end.

When you would stir, they would fight the urge to reach over and pet your head, much like how they would pet a sleepy puppy.

When you would wake, you'd find your makeshift paper pillows and useless pens gone confused as to where they went.

A little note, neatly written (as neat as they could've wrote at least), was a short notice that read "Next time, fall asleep near the corner of my desk, dumbass <3"

This has been a wonderful ask to write, im so happy to be back and writing for my dear readers once again. Now and forever, yours Moon

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #rev1999 #x reader #gn reader #reader insert #medicine pocket x reader #medicine pocket

[paviastrashyrings]

*slams my hands on the table*

Finally, there's more Pavia liker here in tumblr and I been waiting for someone making Pavia contents/fanfics, yet you gib meh a delicious pavia content.

Speaking of Pavia, Can I have a request for him? I'm not sure if you heard his backstory but feel free to decline this request!

What if Pavia finally met his childhood best friend (crush) in his past? Who always been there for him in dark and gloomy times in his childhood? But finally met again as they grow up, would Pavia still have the love for reader when he met them again? And would they spend more time together than before in the past? What would that be?

*Grabs le a mic on you*

What an interesting ask; to answer your question dear reader, I know some of his lore. The basement in piedmont, the reason he was there. If there is anything I have not learned, I would be happy to learn more.

With such out of the way, dear readers, join me now in yet another sweet dream of the wolf and his pack.

A childhood crush is hard to come by when you're stuck in a basement for majority of what most would call childhood.

but little tiny you, leaving gifts you found at the only window that the basement had or dropping flowers and whatever trinkets you found out in the wilds.

slowly, he took notice and decided to try and speak to you.

You were so kind, and it felt so wonderful to finally have some kind of attention after all of this time without human interactions.

The day he disappeared, you thought he had died with not so much as a goodbye. You mourned, not knowing how to handle the loss of a friend.

as you grew older, you continued to carry a small bundle of dried and pressed petals from the flowers you used to show him. They sit neatly in a little pendant around your neck.

You were walking along, out on a small grocery run when you heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar.

You look around, clutching your pendant until your eyes land on him.

who..no that couldn't be who you thought it was. "Excuse me, sir" you'd try to at least get a better look at him. He couldn't possibly be who you thought it was, could it? "You're excused, can't you see im in the middle of-" and he stops, eyes filled with a strange familiarity as they land on you. He held a sweet in his hand, wrapped nicely in a box, it seems he was about to indulge. "I just had to ask," you start timidly, seeing the man sit in shocked silence. You open your pendant, the petals of flowers you used to show the little boy in the basement still pristine. "Do you know what flowers these petals belong to?"

To say he was shocked was an understatement, staring at the petals with wide eyes through his tinted glasses.

"Is it really you Pavia? After all these years?" youd ask, the realization dawning on him almost as soon as you said his name.

"Goodness, look at how much you've grown. I thought the day that my gifts weren't met with happy chatter, you had died." You'd continue, being unable to read the emotions he felt through his expression.

"I missed you; i missed you dearly in fact. I carried these everyday because I wanted to keep you with me" without saying a word in response to any of your rambling, he took your face in his hands.

He stared you down, as if trying to see if it really was you, he even leaned in and sniffed you as if he were a dog.

He was wary, but the more you spoke of the gifts you would show him and the nights you would talk to him through the one window he had in the basement, he started to believe you more.

The fact that you said you missed him? That you carried something that reminded you of him? He could cry, he didn't think that anyone doing that simply because they thought of him dearly was even possible.

He would love to catch up, first asking if you remembered what the names of his imaginary friends were.

If you answered with Tonika, Leon, Maleficent, Andrea, and Peter: well he automatically knew that you really were missing him.

Happy that you remembered, would absolutely pester you to hang out whenever you possibly could.

You got him a matching pendant, but it was empty. You had insisted that he put something in there that reminded him of you, so he could carry it around like you did with the petals.

Internally melting, externally grumbling about it being so much work.

He did it anyways, wears it religiously. Inside was a single piece of opal small enough to fit, it made him think of how bright you were.

He looks at it sometimes, but is more proud to wear it around knowing that yours matches.

crying, your honor please just let me love him gently Goodness, all of you have been so wonderful with your requests in my inbox!! I really wasnt expecting these to be so well received but I love writing them and I will do my best to get them all out to you asap! I digress, come dream with me some other time. From your Beloved, Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

can i request a horropedia x reader with the “rude to everyone but loving to their partner” trope? (reader is the rude one)🫶🏻 male reader if possible

More of the lovely Nerdy Nerd? How could i possibly say no. Thank you for your submission and it is absolutely my pleasure to serve you. (side note: could not be more on the nail for how i am irl)

Without further ado, dear readers, lets get into another dream with Horropedia.

You were...rough around the edges, so to speak. Uncaring and cold towards most people.

If someone touched you, you'd snap at them. If someone came at you with an attitude, you'd match it.

Everyone associated with you was used to your foul mouth and bad mood.

Except one person, of course.

He had never understood why everyone spoke so poorly of your behavior until he witnessed first hand how "grouchy" you were with others.

"Hes not so bad." he'd try to defend you, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

"Dude he literally insulted me to my face because I bumped into him." one coworker recalls, angered by the mere memory.

It wasnt like you were trying to be mean, people just dont have spatial awareness.

They were right there.

Nothing pushed them into you.

They didn't even trip.

They just were dumb and didn't look where they were going. That's on them.

He would listen to you recall your side of the story, your tone soft and even because it was him.

"We really gotta work on your...people skills." he hums, but in complete honesty he was impressed how you were so able to stand your ground.

One day, someone decided to really push their luck. Yapping about how annoying "that weirdo, horropedia or whatever that guys name is" was.

Safe to say you were pissed, and he was in their direct vicinity too.

once you noticed that he was RIGHT THERE being spoken ill about?

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you spat with malice, turning around so fast people would assume you were facing them the whole time.

You went off of them, until Joshua stepped in, equally shocked but also mildly amused by the expression on the culprits face.

"woah hey, no need to get angry." There was full and ardent need to get angry, they just insulted him to his face and he was just gonna take that? hell no, not on your damn watch.

He turns around and politely apologizes to the culprit, "So sorry about that, hes trying to work on his temper.."

He guides you away, still secretly impressed by your anger. Nobody really ever defended him like that, especially in front of a whole establishment full of people.

"I mean seriously can you believe them? Talking shit about you like that in front of you?" you'd start almost as soon as the culprit was out of earshot, just to keep him happy. You wouldn't have cared if they had heard you, you already spat so much profanity in their direction anyways.

"You know it happens all the time, I'm not exactly a stranger to it." which you couldn't understand. How does he tolerate such blatant disrespect, I mean sure he's a little strange and nerdy but that doesn't hurt anyone.

"Yeah but you don't deserve that, you didn't even do anything." you'd murmur, looking away. You look like a scolded dog, which he thought was adorable.

What he didn't remark on was the clear difference in how you spoke to others and how you spoke to him.

you were still frustrated, temper still on high, and yet you held back profanity and sulked instead of snapping at him.

He definitely noticed though, you were so sweet to him that it was hard not to notice.

He'll let you off for just this once, but the next time he catches you he'll have to scold you properly.

He won't admit that he's enjoying the special treatment, he's happy you care about him so much.

but maybe tone it down a little?

Only sometimes though

Well, this one was very fun to write. Thank you once again, dear readers, your support and kind words mean the world. We will dream once again, come find me soon <3. signed, yours forever Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

can i request medicine pocket with a reader who is so sweet and calm?? I lovethem sm sjcjsjfjkaJskj

Anywayys, thank you if you decide to do my request <33

My first Medicine Pocket ask! I am more than happy write for them, a sweet and calm reader coming right up dear reader. Without further ado, dear readers, join me in another sleepless dream of Medicine Pocket who meets their match.

You aggravated them at the start, Medicine Pocket could not find a reason why you aggravated them though.

You were just too damn nice, too damn understanding. You never snapped at people, never took advantage of other people and their stupidity.

They would ask you to do something, expecting incompetence but the moment you agree to do so without hesitation with a sweet smile they would cease their complaints. "Finally, someone with sense.."

One day they attempted to figure out the limit of you patience, but you were so docile that guilt eventually crept in.

"Quit being so damn nice.." they'd murmur, waving you off and ignoring the smile on your face. You knew they were sparing you, not out of mercy but a rare show of care. Tenderness was not their strong suit, the silence of the lab not entirely uncomfortable as they came out of the guilt of using you. Poor, sweet you.

In their eyes, you were one of the few that could do hardly any wrong.

Doe eyed and kind, but you held your boundaries. They began to admire you for your patience, impressed you could put up with the incompetence of your coworkers.

The power you held over them was strange, not that you would ever use it for anything terrible.

Ushering them out of the lab when they were in there for too long, bringing them snacks and listening to their recent project.

Your eyes were so comfortable for them, they could sit under your warm gaze for an age and never go tired nor hungry.

Tenderness came in the form of lingering touches, notes to your coworkers to "stop fucking bothering them." Talk of how you and they seeming to be the only people who knew how to get things done around the lab.

Boasting in your stead, because you were too humble. Too soft, and damn you.

Damn you and your kind smile, your warm words. You. All of you, stuck in their head.

Well dear readers, another sweet dream. I hope that you enjoyed <3

As time passes, still yours

Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

Hello Everyone,

I truly did not expect such a positive reception, I started this blog for fun but I'm so glad that these sleepless dreams have found their way to all of you. Your requests are in the works, and I'm very excited to get them out to you.

Sincerely, now and forever,

Moon.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #x reader #rev1999 #gn reader #reader insert #thank you all so much #yippee🎉

[paviastrashyrings]

(Celebrating finding a fellow Pavia liker) Hello! Hope your day’s been nice! Could I request something of Pavia with a Reader who’s also a mercenary? But they’re friends in a sense? (Maybe more?👀 Teetering on the lines of platonic and romantic) Like they see each other while on their own separate missions and just decide to either throw their missions in order to hang out, or discreetly help each other out from a bad situation every now and then cause they consider the other one of the few people they like. Even the wolves go running to Reader from time to time when they pick up their scent in the area.

How absolutely exciting, I am (meowing) more than willing to indulge in more Pavia, dear reader! is it 3 am when i am deciding to pick this up? Not that you can prove.

So join me now, dear readers, in another sweet dream of our Wolf and his pack.

Pavia is certainly the spontaneous type, unable to live a life that isn't exciting somehow, and while out on work he spots you.

Looking awfully suspicious.

What were you doing, dear reader? Hiding a body?

"well well, amico mio. I didn't think you had it in you." and he'd watch you jump, laughing at how focused you were.

You seemed on edge, and normally he would tease you for being so tense, but today?

Today was different. Today he saw the dirt under your nails and bags under your eyes, you were in sorry shape, it's safe to say he understands what its like to be there.

"Now, Amico Mio, if i were to propose a spa day of some kind after we finish hiding this body would you be interested?" he would ask, jumping into the grave you were digging for the poor sap you had given an untimely fate to.

Of course he'd help you hide the body, what kind of person do you take him for?

Once the dirty work is done, he drags you back to his place and as soon as you walk through the door; the wolf pack is on you.

Circling you, sniffing you, getting black fur all over your clothes. Peter even brought a toy and lowered into play bow with a wag of his tail.

You couldn't help but play tug of war, wiggling the thick rope toy to hear a playful growl. Maybe you even growled back, the playfulness from peter only increasing as you did.

To Pavia; watching you play with his pack even after a long day was a sight for sore eyes. You even growled back, a person after his own heart, to him this was like seeing his siblings or children with his trusted friend.

Once you were done playing with peter, he brought you to the kitchen and demanded you wash your hands as you watch him pull a tub of gelato from his freezer.

He meant business, it was not a game when it was his gelato coming out of the freezer. You washed your hands without a second thought and he served you a good helping of the black truffle gelato, of course he served you first.

you wait for him to finish serving himself before you both walk back to his living room. He sprawls out onto the couch, lazily spooning the rich gelato into his mouth.

You were sat with his feet over your lap, attention turned to the t.v in comfortable silence. The gelato was smooth, no wonder he was so serious about the damn freezer.

He takes your dish and spoon with his once you both finished the serving of gelato, not asking if you wanted more and just putting them in the sink.

He comes back and is disappointed to find you still politely seated, urging you to immediately lay back. If you listened without protest, he would promptly take that as an invitation to lay on you.

His face met your chest in a graceful manner, not caring whether you had anything there, pressing his ear to your sternum and listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

This wasn't the first time he had done this, you two had grown comfortable with touch after learning to trust each other.

"You know, amico mio, I was out on work too." he mumbles into your chest, your hand languidly working through his hair, the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers was satisfying for the both of you.

"but it can wait, you are too warm and i am too comfortable to get up." so now you were trapped here. An oversized dog laying on your chest; speaking about how annoying his coworkers were.

His shoulders were untensed, his jaw was too. Normally its the opposite, but it seemed that for today you were a comfort for him.

No shenanigans, no tomfoolery. Just the sound of your heartbeat, the feeling of your hands raking through his hair. You gently remove his glasses, despite his quiet complaints, and place them on the coffee table so they couldn't be crushed.

He closes his eyes, breathing in your scent, he thinks that maybe he should do this more often. Your hands were warm, your heartbeat was calm, his eyes were heavy.

He'll never admit to falling asleep on your chest, even if you watched him do it, he doesn't sleep unless his body really needs it.

Well...just maybe your hands were good at playing with his hair and your heartbeat was a soothing lullaby.

He is so. Your honor, he is so. So. And I would give my life for him, your honor, without a second thought.

Well dear readers, it seems tonight that I am the one which struggled to sleep, so take my sleepless dream and let it bring you joy.

signed, yours with love

Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

yaoi please . idc who just yaoi please

Well allow me to preface this by clarifying that this is a x reader blog, and due to you not caring who, this is perfect real estate for me to write about Horropedia. I just got him to insight 2 and I am very happy with his alternate appearance.

So join me now, dear readers, in a sweet dream of our favorite Nerdy nerd.

Spending a night in with Horropedia

He invited you to a "horror movie watch party", and by party he meant you and him and the others that he invited that wouldn't show.

He never really did mind the others not showing, horror movies were not everyones cup of tea, but you showed up?

Oh, hes over the moon. "Wow! you even brought snacks for us" he would invite you in with a big doofy smile, taking the bag of snacks you brought in so that he could lay them out in a nice container with different sections so none of the flavors or seasonings mixed. Instead of a grand party, there lay a pillow fort on the floor in front of his T.V with a stack of classics queued up for the marathon.

He is collected to the naked eye, calm and polite, but inside? Shaking with pure joy, especially if you listen to his open plot dissections of the movies he laid out.

He wanted you to choose, even if he's watched all of them already, and of course he'd give a recommendation of what to watch.

If you had a favorite? Hes more than happy to watch it with you, but be ready for discourse on scenes he was either impressed by or not impressed with.

He would never discourage you for liking a movie that was not of his tastes, he knows better than anyone what that feels like and would never wish that upon you let alone be the cause of it.

Engage him in polite discourse or rant about the lore of a horror franchise you like and he'll listen and join in, overjoyed to have found a conversation partner that actually enjoys horror too.

Now dear readers, for a sweeter dream, Romance with our beloved nerd.

He is not really a physical touch person to begin, preferring quality time over touch to build trust and comfort.

Laughing with you and sharing snacks with you in the pillow fort over the course of a few movie nights had made him warm up to the idea.

He would be the first to ask if he could initiate physical touch first, wanting to initiate it for his own comfort but allowing it to be a choice.

"Can you give me your hand for a moment?" he would ask, and if you gave him your hand he'd smile and hold it gently in his.

The type of person to draw gentle patterns into your palm, non-repetitive motions to avoid discomfort. He never let his fingers linger on the same spot of your palm for too long.

If you wish to initiate physical touch first, please spare him the same courtesy of asking, allow him to prepare himself to be touched even if it is for a moment.

Holding hands beneath the blanket, reaching over to play with his hair, just small touches and soft laughter; hushed voices whispering "shh! its my favorite part.."

You wondered for a moment how he thought he could fit more than two people in the pillow forts he made.

In reality, he only counted on you coming, hoping that you always did. He would never admit it though <3.

Yet another soft end to a sweet dream, dear readers. Now it is time to close your eyes, breathe in deep, and relish the feeling of freedom in the time that you find rest. I will wait till you find me once more, and then again we shall dream.

Until then, signed yours truly

Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

Hi there, can I...give you a R:1999 request here ?

Request: Pavia met Assassin Reader who's retired after doing countless missions, but still looks dangerous nonetheless. I really wonder about their relationship between the Wolf and the retired Assassin look like, especially reader who had a bit wary about Pavia and his actions toward them.

(Thank you very much for my first request 🎉) I would be delighted to indulge in a reader that is worn through by past work; fortified from a life of dirty work much like our Wolf man. Join me now in yet another sleepless dream of Pavia, dear readers.

He would think of you as intriguing, similar lines of work except you seemed so different.

You were tired, moreso than he, and even a single glance at his guns or blades would change your demeanor towards him.

You were not friendly, but you were not cold...that is, until you were made aware of the weapons he carried on him. The distinct smell of blood follows him around despite all the cologne he drowns himself in. You could never forget the feeling of cold metal, fatal yet beautifully crafted, in your hands as you steeled your resolve and pulled the trigger for the first time

His pack was wary of you the same way you were wary of him, you reeked of danger despite your work having ended long before you met him, the wolves would raise their hackles and bare their fangs at you if you as much as reached a hand out towards him in the early stages of this relationship.

You were fine with abstaining from touch, preferring to not cause conflict, but he seemed to throw himself at you.

He was curious, when he got curious he got impatient. He wanted to know you, willing to deal with how you glared at him if he asked you any questions about your past work.

"Amico Mio! Buongiorno," before promptly throwing an arm around your shoulder, feeling you tense before relaxing a smidge after not hearing any growls.

The problem was not touch, you didn't seem to be uncomfortable with friendly touch, but the moment he speaks of how the rain washes away notes written in blood he cant help but note the tension in your jaw and shoulders.

He would have been a target, you knew from how he spoke and the work he did, someone would have paid big to get rid of him.

The thought terrifies you, especially if you feel romantically towards him.

Speaking of Romance, perhaps you came here for a sweeter dream? If so, I would be happy to indulge, dear readers:

Pavia is a very loud and forward person, he would not be one to label a relationship because he does not seem like the type of person to commit to someone so...commonly.

Pavia was not raised by humans, but by the wolves that kept him company in the dark of that basement, his very best of friends. If he likes you, he will pop up at places you frequent and pester you, weapons concealed so he could (try to) keep you comfortable.

He'll give you little baubles that jingle or shine, and give you cologne that he wears.

I like to think that he likes when you smell like him. If you let him into your house willingly, he'll take note of the shampoo and conditioner you use so that he can discreetly smell like you.

As you get more comfortable with him, he'll test the waters of touch.

Running up behind you without discretion and picking you up, you can scold him after if you did not like it, this was just a test after all and he promises he wont do it again.

He asks to spar with you, rough housing is a way that wolves play after all, and he even knows how to play bow. Lowering his head and hinging at the waist slightly to lean in as if to challenge you; bending his knees and bringing his hands in to guard his face.

The fact that he wants to fight you, in your mind, is bold and nonsensical. You would even go as far as to say he's foolish for doing so, but indulge him, he wants to learn how you move.

He admires how you fight, despite you saying that you never really had to do much hand to hand combat, you carry yourself gracefully. He could watch you mess up a punching bag or training dummy for hours, (he would openly admit how attractive it is).

He's aware that after all your years of work, your body does tend to hurt after a sparring match, its been a while since you even wanted to get into stance again. Without asking, he'll bring your favorite food or snack later on to help you recuperate, maybe even make you gelato based off of the flavor of your favorite sweet.

This was fun to write, but it isn't beta read so forgive me if it isn't up to par. Thank you once again for your request. With a heavy heart I must bid you adieu for now, dear readers, Signed yours eternally, Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

Cant sleep?

Neither can I, dear readers, so join me now in sleepless dreams of the elegantly tragic Forget Me Not.

I would imagine that he, too, does not sleep soundly. Closing his eyes only to be met with ridicule from mouths and eyes that haunt him every hour of every day. His skin itches at the thought of being looked down on as if he were human.

Long since has he pushed away the human need for love, he doesn't want to be anywhere near what he believes humans to be, so filthy in all of their wretchedness. I do believe, however, that in the early years of his spiral before he became what he was; he yearned for kind eyes and gentle words.

Something. Anything. Anyone to just tell him that maybe revenge is not as sweet as he could imagine it to be; to save him from his descent into decadence with a guiding hand.

I'm sure there is a part of him that he keeps locked away, deep in the recesses of the machine he knows to be his heart, that still wishes something or someone could love him for what beast he has become.

To guide this wounded beast out, to love it gently and teach it warmth by hand, it would take a saint. Brush his hair back with ginger touches and count the scales that trail up his arm; how it makes him itch.

And itch he does, picking and peeling, leaving individual scales instead of a full shed. He would hate to be known, to be loved after everything he has been through; everything he has done and said.

Patience makes him ill, the want to save someone who is long dead in his mind, and yet the soft beating of the machine heart in his chest protests. Maybe he could learn.

Maybe.

Whether it be morning, noon or night; dreams do not come easy to all. I hope this has offered some form of reprieve, to let your mind wander like this is a quiet kind of bliss. Wherever you are, dear readers, I wish you a pleasant day and sweet dreams when the time comes. Signed yours forever, Moon.

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[paviastrashyrings]

Hello Rev 1999 people,

Basically, I made this blog simply to write for Reverse 1999 anonymously, I will take requests and from time to time I will post my thoughts on characters that I enjoy. Sadly, I am a liker of men. I'm sure it was evident, but I'm willing to write for women it just may take longer. People I will write for: - Medicine Pocket - Horropedia* - Pavia* - зима* - Forget Me Not* - Tennant People I am Hesitant to write for until I learn more about them: - Eternity - Dikke - Centurion - Click - Tooth Fairy - Diggers

I would also like to clarify certain boundaries:

- I will not write dark content, no incest or r@pe. I am uncomfortable with topics along the lines of non con, and will deny any asks for such.

- Once I get more comfortable, perhaps I will write NSFW. For now, I will stick to sweet dreams. The rest of the characters are iffy for me only because I'm unaware of their ages. As time goes on, I'm sure more people will be added to the list of characters I'm willing to write for, but for now that will be all. I write mainly AFAB inserts because its the biology I'm (unfortunately) more familiar with. Please feel free to send requests, but please be patient with me, I'm very new to posting any of my writing on a platform. Side note, the characters that I put a * next to are characters I am likely to post about unprompted. (Horropedia aka Joshua, I am going to come for your throat and squeeze you like a little stress ball.) Thank you for your attention, Goodbye for now. Signed, Moon.

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