#[i wish to reply to all of them ;;; but there's too many yall are too nice;0;]

[isaaaxqii]

more about you˚➶ ｡˚- megumi

summary : megumi had witnessed you dancing to an amazing contemporary choreography which made him fall in love all over again and leaves him wanting to know more about you.

**: sfw, fluff

note : hi yall i haven’t updated in like a few days 😓😓 anyways being a dancer myself i wanted to write something related to dance so i hope this isn’t too boring :)

< 4.23pm >

classes ended early at 4pm in jujutsu high, and as you were going back to your dorm with nobara, you noticed a door near one of the classes with a square window on it. not having seen that room before, you took a peek in it through the window revealing a well furnished dance room with mirrors surrounding the whole room. your interest in that room piqued, and being a dancer before you enrolled into jujutsu high, you wanted to bring back some memories.

“what’s in that room?” nobara asked, face showing obvious curiosity.

“it’s a dance room. looks pretty clean to me, though. maybe i can ask the teachers if i can use it.” you replied, fishing out your phone to text gojo about the room.

“hey gojo sensei, i found a dance room near one of the classes, and i’ve never really seen anyone use it before. is it out of bounds for students? if not, i really want to use it.” you typed, not 3 seconds later and you saw a bubble with 3 dots popping up.

“yea, you can use it. nobody really uses it, i don’t even know why there’s a dance room in this school.” he replies. upon reading it, your face lights up. you quickly went back to your dorm with nobara, and changed into leggings and a sweater.

before you enrolled into jujutsu high, you were a contemporary dancer, starting dance as early as 8 years old. not having discovered your cursed energy as early as other sorcerers because you were separated from your biological family, you always thought that dance would be your number one career.

however, after discovering your cursed energy and finding out that your family came from a background of powerful and famous sorcerers, you wanted to find out more about this cursed energy you had. you entered jujutsu high, and met many reliable companions. one of them being your boyfriend, megumi, who was a little hard to get along at first, but romantic feelings surfaced after a prolonged period of friendship.

despite that, after entering jujutsu high, you never knew when you could pick up dance again. however, the dance room you just discovered made you wish you had discovered it sooner.

after changing, you made your way to the dance room. it wasn’t as big as the ones you used to train in, but it still sufficed. after not dancing for a year, you didn’t know where to start. warming up was easy, but when it came to stretching and flexibility, it took you awhile to go down to a split like you used to be able to.

the struggle you faced as you tried to regain your flexibility brought you back to the days where you just started. although now, you still had your flexibility but you just needed to stretch a little more to be as flexible as last time, it reminded you of how your instructor used to push you to do better. sure, she was strict, but she was caring as well, giving you snacks to ensure you were well fed and rewarding you after every performance or competition.

you scrolled through the playlist full of contemporary songs your dance instructor made you 2 years ago, and you found the song which you had performed for a overseas competition 1 and a half years ago. you clicked play and let your body take over you, some of your steps being in the actual performance you performed in. to you, dance was about letting your body take over you, moving along to the rhythm, and letting your mind off of all your stress.

-

as megumi walked through the hallways of jujutsu high, he discovered a room that illuminated light through the cracks and windows of the door. although knowing what that room was, he never saw anyone use it. curiosity peaked in him and he made a beeline towards the room, peaking through the window.

there he saw you, dancing gracefully and elegantly. his eyes widened, not knowing that you could dance as good as a professional dancer. he didn’t know much about your past except that you were separated from your family, but the topic on the dance career you once wanted to pursue never really came up in a conversation.

megumi pulled out his phone from his pocket and started recording your dance through the window. he felt too shy to go in, and rather watch you from the window, keeping his presence hidden. he saw how bright your smile was when you finished the dance flawlessly, and you excitedly went to pick out the next song to dance to. he felt like he had fallen for you all over again, and could watch this sight of you forever.

-

“what are you watching? you seem a little too interested in it.” itadori asks, peering over megumi’s shoulder to take a look. itadori was over at megumi’s dorm to play a game that itadori saw was trending, and after a long two hours of playing, they were chilling, sitting side by side on megumi’s bed.

megumi immediately kept his phone under his pillow, face reddening. however, itadori had already saw what was replaying for about 10 minutes on megumi’s phone.

“was that y/n dancing? look at you blushing!” itadori teased, megumi then kicking him out of his dorm.

in the evening, you had decided to go over to megumi’s dorm to catch up with him. you haven’t caught up with megumi face to face as often because of the busy schedules, and right now you wanted nothing more but megumi’s presence.

you and megumi were cuddling on his bed, with you snuggled up in his chest as he played with your hair. occasionally, soft kisses would be placed on your head and you kissed his chin, giving him a soft smile. this gesture made his heart melt, seeing how adorable you were.

but after awhile, megumi was now preoccupied with something on his phone. your back was facing his phone, and he was still cuddling you, rubbing soft circles on your back. you wanted to divert his attention to you and not his phone.

“what are you watching?” you asked as you turned to face his phone, the whole itadori situation unfolding again, except it was you this time. there you saw him watching a recording of you, dancing in the dance room you had discovered just two days ago in jujutsu high. your eyes widened, not knowing that megumi had witnessed and recorded your dance.

your face turned red with embarrassment and he quickly kept his phone. you looked up at him, seeing him his face turning red as well. you couldn’t help but laugh.

“megumi, why didn’t you tell me you were at the door of the dance room? but more importantly, why are you focusing on me in a screen when i’m cuddling you right now?”

he was trying to find an answer to both your questions, but to no avail. he just hugged you tighter, now him snuggling against your chest and you playing with his hair.

“why didn’t you tell me you were a dancer…” he said in a soft voice, but loud enough for you to hear. hearing his question, you decided to tell him more about your past as you placed your ears on his chest, his heart beating fast, wanting to know more about you.

“before i enrolled into jujutsu high, i started off as a contemporary dancer at the age of 8. my dance instructor was actually my caretaker, considering that i was separated from my family. if i had not discovered my cursed energy, i would’ve done dance as a career instead of a jujutsu sorcerer.”

hearing your last sentence, megumi replied to your speech with a question.

“if you hadn’t discovered your curse energy, do you think we would’ve met?”

your mouth was slightly agape, shocked by his question. however, you knew that the relationship between you and megumi could never be faltered, and that you would’ve meet him at some point in your life no matter the cicumstances.

“of course, because we’re meant to be, and no matter the circumstance we would always be able to find our way back to each other.”

yall i just finished king of pride by ana huang and now im reading seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid 🤗🤗

#jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x y/n #megumi imagine

[onyxino]

Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know &lt;3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette 

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state. 

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.” 

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief. 

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought. 

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his. 

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.” 

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”  

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand. 

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss. 

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought. 

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

 “F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.  

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

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[nagazmulagan]

SUMMER GAMES 🫧

...god, i wish i never spoke.

after many failures concerning love, you decided to give yourself some time and peace, and most importantly, decided to not search for love in vain. that was, unless you saw him. and he abruptly turned your world around.

— childe x reader, modern au kinda, angst. kinda chaotic, kinda weird, kinda disturbing, mentions of death, unsettling relationship dynamic, kind of obnoxious but i haven't written anything for quite some time T__T i need to get back ""in shape"" somehow riiight... so for now yall have to b satisfied with this.. thing but i swear i'm coming back. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

special mention 4 @spierredalay my biggest supporter neva left me🛐🗣️🗣️

you couldn't help but look at your phone screen, wondering if you've done something wrong. after your silly attempts to create any type of bond and getting positive responses, you'd never think that it will end up like this. summer had barely started, and you two were already done? you couldn't help but reminiscence about the beginnings.

you first saw him some time ago, you couldn't really pinpoin, while waiting for your bus. your classes ended up way faster than they were supposed to. you rarely went outside without a reason - specifically in this part of the city. that would explain why you never saw him before. he looked so mysterious, so captivating... definitely the type of guy you'd have a crush on. short ginger hair, flying onto every direction possible, but he still was mesmerising. it definitely suited him.

eyes the color of the sky; like something to look forward to everyday. indicating either calm, beautiful heaven or the consumptive, neverending storm that could wipe out nations. worlds, even. skin so pale you would consider him a vampire: the twilight type of vampire, because he was just oh-so-pretty. everything about him was straight up addicting. you were sure he wasn't about to leave your head for a while.

and so he has not - he continued roaming through your thoughts, consuming every free second in your day to just think about him. him, him and once again him. he was haunting you; aware of that or not, you weren't sure. the only thing that you were absolutely positive about was the fuzzy, butterfly-like feeling in your stomach. you didn't know much about him, right, but is having a silly little crush so bad? not like you were harming anyone.

too bad, you actually were causing harm. to yourself. you were debating; the urge to contact him anyhow so strong it was barely manageable. having a few popular friends had its benefits; one of them recognised him from your depiction and gave you his name. but what would he think of you then? "hi, i saw you one day and was absolutely mesmerised. i was wondering if you maybe wanna go out one day?" wasn't a good idea. in this situation, nothing seemed like a good idea. with your heart desperately aching, you decided to give up on your little crush and live as if nothing has happened. if only you could stay true to your own words...

saturday came. your friends, concerned about your lack of social activites, invited you out to grab a drink and have fun. sure, what could go wrong? it's not like you're an irresponsible drinker. you never did anything questionable while drunk, and you never got yourself into a barely conscious state - so why this time anything would be different? well...

you all got, let's say, a bit TOO drunk. and what did you do? you texted him. you texted him, the mesmerising, your ideal of a man, one-of-a-kind - tartaglia. what's even worse, you texted him that you love him. and it wasn't just one message; there were dozens of them, talking how pretty he was in your eyes and how you absolutely fell in love back then when you saw him. and to your surprise, he replied. and he was chill about the whole ordeal.

and that's how most of your saturday went - chatting with scaramouche, you confessing love to him, childe taking it all surprisingly gentle and in a soft manner. you definitely wasn't expecting that. he seemed so... disconnected? from the outside world when you first saw him. nonetheless, you were glad that he reacted this way. but looking back on this day, one could wish that he simply ignored the messages.

sunday. you spent the whole day laying in your bed, contemplating death and your own existence. you were, quite obviously embarrassed, and ashamed, but there's nothing that you can do now. just... live on. maybe forget that you even did anything, gaslight yourself. but the guilt was eating you up, not leaving any room for sane and mature solutions. pretending none of this happened it was, then. but who could've guessed that the things will take this turn?

while you were enjoying your evening tea, your friend texted you, talking about childe. your mood suddenly bitter, not being ready to continue on topic which was making you feel ashamed and wishing you were dead. she pleaded you to ask ajax about some guy, which he supposedly knew. you can't just leave your close friend in the dark. so you messaged him, apologising for the whole situation, explaining you weren't sober, and asking about another mysterious fella. and that's how your real first conversation started - him talking some deep, dark shit and blaming himself for whatever happened with the one and only, mcgee.

next days were even better - it seemed like a regular relationship between the two of you. just like a pair of acquaintances. maybe you were a tad closer than regular acquaintances, but you couldn't call the two of you anything else. after all, technically, you still were strangers. that didn't stop any of you with unfolding tiny bits of your darkest secrets, most depressing situations and current problems. you found comfort in your little mr.perfect - and you couldn't believe it. how did this all happen? did he really not care about your whole love confessions? maybe it was for the better. but the more you think about it, you are getting sure that maybe he should've just shunned you and told you that you're creepy. would be better for you.

and he was so nice; always ready to talk, almost as if he was ready for anything you'd prepare for him. comforting you, reassuring you, doing everything he could to just make you feel better. your long talks at night were something you started to look forward to everyday. your little crush didn't disappear at all - quite the opposite. you found yourself getting even more smitten. that was, until that one particular conversation.

sunday, a few weeks later after the start of your weirdly blossoming friendship. it was now common for you to get a little flirty with him, childe didn't mind that at all. he didn't always reciprocate, but he sure was happy to receive all your attention. so, when this particular night you decided to ask him if he's a tough one to get, you definitely didn't expect that answer. and maybe you should've - it was all too perfect anyway.

his reply was crushing you from the inside, making you want to just bawl your eyes out and cut your ears off. "hmm, probably. as of now, i sure am, since i already love someone, sorry." he was still in love with his ex. and how could you pretend that everything was fine? you already knew that it will leave a permanent mark on your relationship. you tried your best to pretend that it didn't phase you, but ajax was quick to catch up - noticing your odd behaviour, perfectly pointing out that you started to act like that after he told you those painful words. you didn't want to leave him, not yet, you still thought you had a chance - so you reassured him that it's not about him.

monday was full of tears. you just couldn't stop crying; it all being too painful to bear with. even with the support coming from all your friends, you weren't able to pick up the pieces of your poor, shattered heart. and yet you still had to pretend that everything it fine between you two. as if he didn't break your heart. but he did, although it was not tartaglia's fault. nor yours. but it was oh-so-cruel, to know that he loves someone, and this particular someone being your complete opposite. life is cruel - always has been, but you thought you suffered enough to get some happiness now.

so you pretended. you tried your best to not distance yourself so childe won't suspect anything, and although it was hard - you managed. as painful as it was, it wasn't your concern anymore. that's what you've been trying to tell yourself, repeating it over and over in that monotonous voice. after some time it really did get better; even though you still felt the 'scar' of it all happening, it didn't ruin your relationship with tartaglia. for now.

you showed great concern about him; even though he didn't reciprocate your silly feelings, you still wanted the best for him. how could you not? being bitter and pessimistic wouldn't help you heal, and this way you can be at peace with yourself and with childe. but nothing lasts forever, right? small group of your besties, your girlfriends, decided to go out, without drinking this time. encouraging you to invite ajax. no wonder you were a bit hesitant at first, but after some coercing you agreed. he and your friends were fine with this, but you? the amount of doubts you had was enormous.

could you really look him in the eyes again? without all the pain and hurt piling up again? you didn't want to suffer again, but avoiding the situation would be even worse. so there you were, on a thursday afternoon, sitting outdoors with your group, childe and his friend zhongli. and that's when you realised you actually couldn't look at him without feeling awkward and uneasy. you tried to avoid every possible conversation, while keeping the atmosphere friendly. it was hard, but manageable. but what hurt the most?

the way he was touchy with a few of your friends. they were intoxicated, obviously not sure of what they were doing, but the image of ajax sharing a beer, cigarette and doing fun little pics with your friends was engraved in your head. and back then, while you were still laughing at the unfunny joke zhongli has said, you decided that it was the last one of your meetings. there is no need to torture oneself.

so you tried to distance yourself. but it was hard, with him and his bubbly personality all over you. he never gave this much effort, you thought. and too bad he woke up too late, when you already made up your mind to leave all of this behind and move on. but he was holding you; captive. like a prisoner. like a pair of shackles. not letting you go for even a second. so you stayed.

until he suddenly gave up on you. he got distant, too, but all too sudden. all to quick. like he got influenced. you didn't understand any of it; you decided to put your pain aside for him, and now he had fun and runs away? you're not gonna chase him like a dog again, are you?

no, you're not going to. it was sad; all that which happened, but you can't do whatever you please. maybe the gods in teyvat had a different plan for you. maybe you said 'i love you' too fast? maybe this, maybe that... honestly, you just expected more of him. because how can you get so indifferent, so angry at someone who gave you this much warm and was about to never leave your side? you kept it decent, sane, peaceful. maybe this whole peaceful life - maybe that's not him?

whatever was the reason, you just decided that holding ajax inside of your head, inside of your memory as a warning will serve it's purpose. salvaging isn't always the right thing to do - sometimes it's better to just let some things go. you may say this milion times, yet you know that you can't let go.

he became a part of your life; a part of you. even if you don't know him for ages, even if he may appear and disappear any second, you know damn well that he will be present. you will look for him everywhere now - everytime you will meet someone new, you'll see a trait similar to childe's, and hell will arise.

you don't want to throw all your life away just because of some sort of failed situationship. you cannot let yourself go down rabbit hole and lose yourself once again. the thing is, no matter how many times you will convince yourself this, you will always see his face in the window and he will be stuck on your skin; just like a tattoo, a scar.

but this one cannot be erased.

#biyo's vault✰。 #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #angst #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia genshin impact #tartaglia x reader angst #angst angst angst #no comfort #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin impact fanfic #childe x reader fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #ajax x reader #ajax x reader angst #tartaglia genshin #tartaglia #genshin x reader angst #genshin x reader

[rin-and-jade]

Question that's not explicitly plurality related but I think that yall would probably know the most about it, if that's ok?

How can you tell when a thought is yours? Like I'll have thoughts that I definitely know I'm thinking, but there's also a song running in the background (which I think is normal to not be able to stop, don't know if it's normal to purposefully try to think over it and have it still go just sound like it's underneath your thoughts), and other background noise too. By "background noise" I mean random trains of thought that I can't fully hear unless I focus on them. And then sometimes my brain will just start talking, narrating my life or telling a story or making up a scenerio or something. Sometimes it's full on conversations. It's not something that I'm trying to do, and if I'm like "hey brain, can you shut up ^.^" it'll be like "no" and resume (sometimes it just doesn't stop and sometimes it will literally say no, the latter not often though)

I'll also have conversations with myself, both outloud/internal and internal/internal, but only one of them will really feel like conscious thought so idk what's up there

I can't tell if my brain is just running without my input or if something else might be up here, but I figured that you guys most likely have more experience than a lot of people (singlets) with thoughts-that-don't-belong-to-you sooo.... yeah

Yep, im ok with it; Well in general means, there still can be thoughts that seems to be lingering around that doesn't necessarily correlate to being plural! I definitely know what you're talking about, so in this case i thought of a few things such as:

Intrusive thoughts This is when you unexpectedly think of something, which seem to pop up here and there that didn't actively come from you. How often someone experiences, and what kinds of thoughts have no limits. This one will make sense when you mean thinking things that doesn't relate to your train of thought or personality at all.

Neurodivergency Most apparent/often for people with ADHD, they often have their minds being loud with many background thoughts, often repeating a part of a song and or words. I am not entirely sure if this is for stimulation (keeping yourself from being bored or something) or because of scattered focus or other reasons that i had not mentioned. This isn't only limited to ADHD btw.

My Experience Well, some people are chatty in nature, im one of them, i often think alot, chat to myself alot to the point of having a fake convo (i know im the one replying to myself, thats the thing) because you're brain is super active and all that.. eh, i wish it's silent you know? And it doesn't have anything to do with those two things up there before.

And to answer your very first question to how you can know it's your thought.. i can only explain in one definition: You always know the reason, or why, or the train of thought behind it. Something that interjects and does and follow your flow is a foreign thought.

Also, to be safe, these are what you have to look out for that could mean your thoughts... can be alters:

Commenting on different preferences often

Commenting on what you're doing, sometimes telling you to do it differently or somewhere along the lines

Refer with different names

Have consistent, distinguishable accent/tone/characteristic (where, obviously, are not your thoughts)

Seem to have different views, morals, ethics

Capable of handling conversations, and reasoning, as if it's a physical person you're talking to. Which is entirely outside of your own will and intention

Often dissociate, feel like a different you, and have inconsistent likes/dislikes

If you seem to match up with these signs, you are likely to be an undiscovered system. And i will dedicate myself to further assist you to assess if you are one in an even more detailed/complete manner because it takes a decent amount of time to figure this out (oh and feel free to read DID resources just incase). If you got your answer, thats great! If you think you are a system, feel free to refer this ask when DMing me alright?

Wish you a good day.

- j

#did #actually did #did community #did osdd #did system #sysblr #dissociative identity disorder #janswersask

[dellinah]

I worked at the Bronx Zoo in 1995 and there was an old man volunteering there who in the 1920s saw their live thylacine. Sad conversation with him b/c he'd always known it was a special opportunity to see it, but he couldn't describe it as anything special - what he was saying was what you would say if asked to describe the video clips. The pure experience of it cannot be transmitted. I have loved thylacines my whole life and feel cheated. We were all cheated.

Woah! Lucky you :D There are probably not that many (if any) people alive today who saw a thylacine as kids and were old enough then to remember it still, since the last one died in 1936. Pretty cool that you met someone who did and got the chance to talk to him about it! Even if he didn't find it that special, I'd say that that puts you closer to tassies than most of us will ever be in a way :P Not many people can say they saw an extinct animal alive, so I think that alone is pretty cool too. I'd have asked him to describe so many details he'd probs be annoyed, lol. I can see why some people would think they aren't special, but I do. Yes, a lot of the wonder and mistique around them comes from the fact that they are extinct, but I think they're special on their own.

Possums that looked like wolves. What's not to love?

I love that you sent this ask, actually. It warmed my thylacine-loving heart in a way :'3 have some other pictures I took in the museum as a thank you (the lighting there is terrible for pics, but hopefully you enjoy it still)

But honestly, I get you. There are things that can't be said with words, and I think experiences are one of those things. Even with the most eloquent of descriptions, I think you can never fully understand what someone else went through or felt at a certain situation. I know that if I got to see a living thylacine, I'd never be able to convey what it meant to me. Even if most people found it dumb/didn't get why it was special to me. Heck, people at the museum were probably confused as to why I was crying at a mounted animal oop

It's sad, but in a way, thylacines disappeared twice. Once when the last one passed away, and again when the last people who saw them alive passed away too. First they were gone, and lived on only as memories. Now that the memories are gone as well since those people are (most likely) gone too, we only have the ghosts - the pictures, the drawings, the videos, which shape the ideas we get of them. Like you said, you, and I, and anyone else who wishes to see them, were robbed.

All we have of the thylacine is old. A video I've seen a million times, pictures that will never move or make a sound. We were robbed of so much when it comes to them. We were robbed of their sound, of their colors, their behavior. We have nothing now. We'll never know what they sounded like, or watch them hunt, or learn more about them. Really, all we have is ghosts and other people's memories as we look at the pictures other people took.

And that will have to do.

Little story for yall: when I was at the museum, there was a little girl with her dad there too. She'd jump from one animal to another, asking him to tell her where each animal lived (as the exibitions were labeled by place of origin of the animals). They got to the tassie the same time that I did, and when she asked "where does this one live?" he read the sign and replied "It doesn't live anymore. It doesn't have a home anywhere. They're gone."

And then they walked away, and I didn't see them anymore. But man, that hit hard. I keep hearing that in my head, over and over again.

It doesn't live anymore.

It doesn't have a home anywhere.

They're gone.

That dad and little girl probably didn't think anything of it. But I'll never forget that. How thylacines once lived, once had a home.

And now, there's none.

Been thinking of incorporating those sentences into a drawing of them or smth. I know it's very r/im14andthisisdeep but let me weird about them ok they make me sad

But yeah, that's my thylacine rant for the night. Because there aren't enough of those in my blog :P Thanks again for this, as it allowed me to ramble oops. Hope you doing well!

#Thylacine #Tasmanian tiger #Tasmanian wolf #ask #anon #also if anyone feels the need to comment about how this is probs fake and I fell for it or smth #dont <3 #i know people lie on the internet but let me have this #idec if it isnt real tbh it allowed me to ramble some and also made me happy #also like. some people out there were alive in the 90's and saw thylacines as kids #the bronx zoo had several thylacines until 1919 so. yeah #anon if yoire reading this im not calling you a liar!! i believe you and im really happy you shared this! #i just had to deal with a bunch of people being rude online recently and it left me jaded #thanks again! <3 #Oslo Museum #extinct animals

[seijorhi]

Hey, god it’s me again. 😔 LOL

I think that at this point of my life your beautiful and flawless fic ‘means to an end’ has physical intertwined with me. It is a part of my mind, soul, and body. 😩 Everything about it is chefs kiss.

I wish I could just kiss that beautiful big brain of yours for coming up with such delicious ideas. The way it’s on my mind daily since the moment I read it is SICKENING (in a good way obvi 😏).

I will go through my day and out of nowhere something will remind me of it and along will come a question. You did this to me Rhi 🫵.

NOW I know you’re very busy with getting your new fic ready (absolutely excited btw, I love Gojo and knowing your beautiful mind , anything you write will be to die for!!!!) but I wanted to ask a couple questions (I know, shocker right?). Since I know you’re busy, don’t feel obligated to answer these questions. In fact, I’ll be very happy if you even reply with a heart. (I simply just wanted to let you know deeply I appreciate/admire your work.)

But here are my troublesome questions:

- Did the guys on their volleyball team know about their obsession with the reader?

- I know you mentioned Atsumu having girlfriends through highschool but did that apply to Osamu too? (Especially since he liked the reader first?)

- This is sort of like my first question but did the girlfriends know as well? And if they did, did they feel any jealousy? (Jealousy from their boyfriend giving his attention to someone else.)

- Since there was a long period of time of not seeing the reader, did they have hopes of seeing her again? (before Atsumu found ame)

- While in that period of time did the twins still date around?

That’s all but please if you have anything else to add , it’s definitely welcomed. 🫶 (also I’m sorry if these questions sound silly or stupid but they’ve been taking up my mind for awhile and I’m sorry to everyone for constantly bringing up ‘means to an end’ but that fic has a strong grip on me yall. Like I’m down bad on my knees for this version/fic of the Miya twins 😔.)

OFF TOPIC: I’ve been trying very hard to be more active with my favorite writers to show love and support but still find the idea to be very scary. I still get nervous sending in messages or asks but I’m trying to take baby steps. I also want to gain the confidence of not having to press the anonymous button because I want you to know who I am but as a second baby step , I will now be signing my post with my nickname since I want you to (sort of) know who I am ☺️ (and not just some crazed fan lol.)

-🌬️🌫️ katia

(I keep on forgetting which emojis I used on the previous questions I sent but I hope I got it right this time 🥲)

(Edit: you’ll probably see the same message again but that’s because I’m sending it to you again because I forgot to mention this in the pervious one 😰.

You’ve inspired me to start taking a more darker route in my writing. I began writing maybe a month ago and it’s a romance novel. (So far I’ve got two chapters 🫠).

But these past couple days I’ve been REALL REALLY wanting to write more darker content (like the kind you write, you’ve inspired me a great deal with your writing technique).

But the problem is I don’t know how to write yandere/horror/gore. So I was wondering if it wasn’t to much of a bother, if you could give me some tips or advice. (Im very new to writing and I have my struggles but I want to branch out to more darker themes, like you and fairy.) Still learning the ropes but I hope with your guidance, I’ll get there 🫡. )

hello my love!

okay so first of all if ur gonna keep being so cute and complimentary i will melt into a soft gooey puddle and be of no use to anybody so be warned.

as for your questions:

i would say that most people who spent a decent amount of time around the twins, i.e. their teammates and classmates, would have at least an inkling about their interest in bullying her. the miyas are many things, subtle isn't one of them. having said that, i think out of everyone, suna was probably the only one who saw it for what it was

hookups yes, 'girlfriends' no

again, anyone who spent a significant amount of time around the twins was bound to eventually put two and two together. which isn't to say that they were all blind going in – some undoubtedly thought they could snag his attention once they were officially dating, only to find themselves bitterly disappointed

they 100% both kept tabs on the reader, it was more a case of biding their time and waiting for the right moment

yes. not serious, long term relationships (aside from ame) as neither one of them would be capable of faking it for more than a few months but relationships all the same

advice wise, i dug up this old post which hopefully will be at least a little helpful??

beyond that, all i can really say is that for me, good yandere/horror fics balance emotion with tension, and the build up of both. the characterisation is also really important – what makes you love to loathe them, or alternatively, not see them coming until it's entirely too late. nothing bores me more in a yan fic than when the writer hasn't bothered to give their yan a personality beyond a cookie cutter obsession.

but congrats on getting started with writing! i'm proud of you bby <33

#i was literally in the process of typing up a response to the first one when i got the second ghvfjdksjnhfjdks #rhi answers #fic asks #means to an end

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Wednesday

Since I gave you a taste of my work in progress for the Dafoeverse fics I've been writing last week, I decided to give you a dose of what I have written for the Molinaverse fics that have been put on indefinite hiatus.

Because I love yall, I appreciate your patience with my ever changing phases (like I'm the goddamn moon), and I've left you on read for far too long.

Also, side note, if any of you have suggestions about how I should go about continuing any of these WIPs, please let me know in the replies, my ask box, or DMs. Thank you! 😘

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Covert Affairs (this one goes out to @freddiefredfive)

Rafi was talking to Donnie when they walked back in and Leo was nowhere in sight. Kazia figured he was back upstairs with Jeanine, so didn't think anything of it.

But the remaining brothers were talking and laughing loudly and didn't even notice that Tadeusz and Kazia were in the room until Rafi noticed the young woman.

He was staring offly hard with his big brown eyes that perfectly complimented his baby face and reddish cheeks.

He looked like Leo, but had skin as smooth as a baby's bottom and his hair was curly and styled nicely on his head.

Kazia could immediately tell that he probably thought highly of himself, since the threads he was wearing were of high expense and quality.

"Well, hello," he said seductively before he realized that Tadeusz was standing next to her.

Tadeusz scowled at him before he nervously laughed and put his head down.

But next thing he knew, he was grabbed by his collar by the older, taller, stronger man.

"Kazia's mine, got it?" he angrily said before he plucked his head.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just playing, buddy. You know Layla is my girl. I love her so much...I just wish she wanted to marry me..."

"I don't care," he sternly said. "Now, let's have a chat."

He dragged the poor young man away, much to Kazia and Donnie's horror.

"You like them rough, huh?" Donnie teased after.

"Not usually," Kazia admitted before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing. "But Tadeusz is different."

"If you say so," Donnie moaned.

Meanwhile, Tadeusz brought Rafi to one of the backrooms and threw him down before he closed and locked it behind them.

"Who's that Rudy guy?" he sternly asked.

"Tadeusz, do you have history with him or something? Why do you care?"

"My punching fist might be out of commission, but I'll use my other on your pretty little face if you don't answer what I asked you!"

"Okay, okay," Rafi flinched. "He's just a friend of mine. Well, actually he knew Layla first. They have mutual friends and when she introduced him to me, I knew he would be a perfect fit for our familgia."

"Oh, I see," he softly said as he paced. "So we don't even properly vet members anymore. Oh, silly me. Now, tell me Rafi, why do you think you can trust him?"

"I mean I am a good judge in character."

"Yes, Layla is a lovely girl," Tadeusz sarcastically said. "But you really aren't cut out for this life. What would you do if your brothers' lives were snuffed out...one by one? What if you had no one to hold you hand?"

Rafi was about to reply before Tadeusz cut him off again.

"Because I was once naive like you. I thought seeking quick, easy money would be heaven in Belarus...but it wasn't. I was betrayed many times and every time it became harder and harder to take their lives away," he coldly said.

"Until it wasn't anymore. It was just something that had to be done. You cross me, you die. It's as simple as that. So I say all of this to say, Rafi, you better watch that Rudy fella or I'll be forced to take both of you out, painfully...very painfully. Got it?!" 

"Yes, of course."

"Good, glad we had this talk. Now come on. You didn't properly introduce yourself to MY Kazia."

"Right," he moaned as he trembled while getting up.

But Tadeusz just yanked him again and brought him back into the room by his arm. He dropped him again and the young man fell so hard it made both Donnie and Kazia jump.

"Hello, Kazia," he greeted. "I'm Raphael Scaglioni, but everyone calls me Rafi. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," she softly said as he got up.

She shook his hand and then he went over by Donnie.

Kazia looked at Tadeusz confused, but he just put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Nie przejmuj się. Chciałem tylko zapytać go o Rudy ' ego." (Don't be alarmed. I just wanted to ask him about Rudy), he told her. "Rozumie tylko siłę." (He only understands force)

"Nie jestem zaskoczony," (I'm not surprised), she replied back. "On naprawdę wydaje się trochę przytłumiony." (He really does seem a little dim)

"To dlatego, że jest." (That's because he is)

"Prawo." (Right)

"Everything alright, Tadeusz?" Donnie asked as his little brother still hid behind him.

"Yes, everything is fine," he softly said.

Donnie didn't believe him though. He only spoke Polish, usually to himself, when he was angry or frustrated around them. Kazia nervously giggled before her stomach started growling.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize," Tadeusz assured with another kiss on her cheek. "Well, if you would excuse us, I'm gonna take Kazia back upstairs to eat and meet Layla."

"Of course," Donnie said before they both headed back up the secret staircase behind the replica Trevi Fountain.

The secret door closed by itself behind them once their feet touched the hardwood floor of the cafe and when it did, it startled Marla and Layla. They both jumped before they both smiled at the young couple.

Tadeusz and Kazia smiled back but Kazia noticed that Jeanine and Angelo weren't there anymore.

But there was one customer at one of the tables by the painted Union Jack that was munching on a croissant while watching videos on their laptop.

This person was wearing noise canceling headphones, so they were completely unaware of what was going on around them.

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Jealousy

"I don't know what I want to wear," Alice whined as she frantically looked through all of her clothes hanging up in the closet.

Her husband, meanwhile, was sitting on their bed, just watching her.

He began to worry that she was gonna have a panic attack again, so he tried to lighten the mood.

"I don't see why you can't wear what you have on now. You look gorgeous."

Alice giggled.

"Thank you, Aldie. But I want to make a good first impression and an red and brown plaid overall skirt and creme shirt just isn't gonna cut it," she said. "I want to wear something a little fancier."

"I don't see what the problem is. We met Rodney before and in overalls."

"I know, but he has Shaye with him. I do want to start making some friends around here."

"She's no friend until I vet her," Alden grumbled.

"Of course," Alice quickly agreed. "I trust your judgment."

The way she said that made Alden worry again since she sounded like she was about to cry. So he got up and walked over to her, rubbing her shoulders again to comfort her.

"Alice, it's gonna be alright," he whispered. "Although we are safe, I still can't help but be cautious. I don't want anyone to hurt you the way he did again."

"Oh, Alden. It isn't that. I just...even far away from home I still feel unsafe. I hate that I can't just trust people anymore."

"Not all people are untrustworthy," he said before he moved his hands down to her midsection. "Just take a deep breath."

Alice did as she was instructed and as she did so, she suddenly felt herself being picked up and brought over to their bed.

She kept her eyes closed though and allowed Alden to put her down on the middle of the bed.

"Keep deep breathing," he instructed before he hiked her skirt up and slowly took her panties off.

Once discarded, he began to softly kiss her inner thighs before he finally went for the kill. Alice was still trying to keep her deep breathing up during all of this, but then her breath hitched as soon as she felt his tongue inside her.

She, at first, gasped before she got her breaths back up and began to deep breath again. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest as her lover kept going, teasing an amazing orgasm out of her. She tried to hold it back and tightly gripped the sheets below her, but eventually she broke and loudly moaned as she climaxed.

But she didn't just climax, she also squirted a little which amused her husband. She could clearly hear him giggling between her legs, before the sound of joyous slurping invaded her auditory sense.

"I'm sorry," she nervously apologized.

"Don't be," he whispered before he kissed her lower lips. "I haven't gotten you that excited in quite some time."

She giggled.

"Yeah, I haven't had that reaction since before...the first time...he appeared..." she realized before she started to cry. "I'm sorry, Aldie. I just...I just..."

Alden immediately picked himself up and grabbed Alice before he held her in his lap and began to sing to her again to calm her down.

"It's alright, Misu. I won't let him hurt you. I won't let him get near you ever again."

Alice didn't respond, she just kept crying with her head nudged on his shoulder. He gently rubbed her back, still singing a little to her.

But as he sung, his mind went dark...real dark.

He knew he would gain so much joy taking away the life of the man that hurt his wife so. But he had to stop himself.

He had to.

He couldn't risk going to jail. It wasn't worth it.

But yet, it felt so inticing. It felt like a sure fire way to get rid of him once and for all, but he knew Alice would be against it. It was her battle to fight, after all he was her old flame.

She never wanted to put Alden in the middle of this, but now here he was. Here he was miles away from the place he used to call home, consoling his anxious and brow beaten wife in their so-say dream home.

The man took everything from them. So was he in the wrong to want to cause him the most harm he could?

He still kept his singing up, well until Alice stopped crying and moved her hand to his cheek.

He just looked at her before she leaned over and kissed him.

"I love you so much, Aldie," she softly said.

"I love you too, Misu."

She lightly smiled and was about to kiss him again before her phone began to ring.

Alden kissed her cheek and reached for the phone that was closer to him before he handed it to her.

"Hey Nick," she greeted. "What's up?"

"I just finished watching your first local interview," he started. "I love the storefront. It's gorgeous."

"Thank you," Alden smugly said. "It makes a perfect bookstore."

"It really does. Nice taste, man," he said with a laugh. "Also I can't believe Lori Amato is your cousin."

"That's what I'm saying! I was fangirling a little too hard. But she's so nice," Alice chirped. "His whole extended family is so sweet. They've been nothing but friendly."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I also see that you have a lot of new fangirls, Alden. There are a lot of thirst comments on this video."

"I don't see why. I'm not the stern Dr. Bertanelli of Middleburg University anymore."

"So," Alice huffed. "You're still handsome and fine as hell and these girls agree with me."

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"Why would I be? I don't get jealous like you do," she joked. "They can say whatever they want, but at the end of the day, you're sleeping next to me."

He chuckled and kissed her nose.

"Also, I noticed that the amount of views and comments on our first video with Alden performing with us as Java Joe's has gone up by a lot."

"Really?" they both asked.

"Yep, really. We also have a lot of returning reviewers to our second performance with Alden. Most of the viewers are from Navassa, of course."

"Wow, well maybe we'll have to get the band back together...for the sake of the fans," Alden said.

"I'd be down. I'm sure Quinn would be too. Adam's a father now so it might be a bit difficult and then Mitzi and Maisie have their own band, Ungaii, now but maybe I could intice them."

---

Ring Around the Rosie

"Dinner's ready!" Sabrina called from the stairs while Otto and the actuators were setting up the dining room table and bringing the stew and the freshly-baked soda bread to the table.

As soon as Flo placed the last fork down, Rosie came down with Mallory in her grasp, while Margaux clung to her free arm.

She was giggling with them which made Sabrina smile before Rosie put Mallory down for both of the girls to greet their mother.

They both hugged and kissed Sabrina, then ran to the table and took their seats.

"They're such wonderful girls," Rosie told Sabrina as they walked to the table together.

"Yes, yes they are," Sabrina chirped before she took her designated seat.

Otto led Rosie to her seat while Harry cut the bread and Flo and Moe helped scoop the stew unto Margaux and Mallory's bowls.

"Daddy," Margaux asked.

"Yes, Rosie Posie?" he answered back while he took his seat, watching as Flo and Moe went ahead and put the stew in the adults' bowls too.

She giggled.

"What's this?"

"It's Irish Stew and Soda Bread," Otto answered. "Thom Donaghue's recipe."

"Who's that?" Mallory asked.

"My father," Rosie excitedly answered with a big smile, making the girls giggle. "And your father learned the recipe and now he's able to make it for us."

"He's never made it before," Margaux admitted.

"I wanted to make it for Rosie. To welcome her back into our family," Otto explained.

"It was my favorite meal my father would cook for us," Rosie added. "It was also the first meal he had with my parents. He was so nervous to meet them but then he and my father bonded over Tolkien."

"Who's Tolkien?" Margaux asked.

"He's a wonderful author. He wrote fantasy novels. His literature was a great escape for me when I was younger."

"He wrote The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings," Rosie added. "Are you familiar with those books?"

"I didn't know they were books. But I know of the movies," Margaux answered.

"Otto, you need to get them into the books," Rosie nudged. "Have I taught you nothing? They love literature. I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing your love of Tolkien with you."

"How many books did you read to them upstairs?" Sabrina suddenly asked.

"Just three. But they are so inquisitive and curious. They're two bright little girls. Well advanced beyond their age."

"Thank you!" they both chirped.

"Would you be interested in learning more about Tolkien?" he asked them.

They both nodded, so he said, "Well, alright. Guess we're gonna be taking another trip to the library."

The girls both cheered.

"But until then, we can watch The Hobbit tonight if you would like. We do have Family Movie Night on Fridays. And Rosie, you're welcome to watch the movie with us."

"Where can we watch The Hobbit?" Otto asked Sabrina.

"We have a subscription with the parent company of our SmartTV. You can rent it or buy it on their website."

"Oh, well guess we have our movie for movie night!" he cheered.

Rosie giggled after taking her first bite of the stew.

"Otto, you really outdid yourself. This is really good."

"Thank you," he said with a genuine smile.

"You're welcome," she said before taking another bite.

"I suppose he used to spoil you too with his cooking."

"We would switch nights to cook, but when it was his turn. He always blew me away. I'm not surprised though. Maria was a wizard in the kitchen. She always had the best side dishes at my family's parties."

"Maria was close to your parents?" Sabrina asked Rosie.

"Oh, yeah. After his father died, she would come around all the time. We loved having her."

"How nice," Sabrina cooed.

"Sabrina," Rosie started. "I must say I love the way you decorated this home. Otto told me you picked out most of the decor and I'm impressed. Also I love the crushed flowers hanging on the walls in the guest room. It just takes me back to our old apartment and my old office at the university."

"I figured you would," she said. "We actually bought those for our old apartment when it was just us two. Otto told me how much you loved crushed flowers so I decided to get them since I love them too."

"My mother and I used to make scrapbooks of different flowers we would find around the yard," Rosie started. "I would pick them and show them to her before we would crush them and add them to the book."

"Small world," Sabrina chirped. "That's what I used to do with my grandmother back in Atlanta."

"No way!" Rosie chirped. "Well, now we have another reason why Otto fell for you."

"I guess so," she joked. "But wait, are you from NYC?"

"No, no. I'm from Rochester but moved to NYC when I got accepted to Columbia University."

"Oh, gotcha. I'm from Atlanta originally, but moved here to pursue my dreams of being on Broadway. Of course my dreams changed when I met Otto and especially when we had the girls, but I love my life. I wouldn't change a thing."

"Glad to hear it," Rosie said. "It's funny because my dreams changed too when I met Otto on those steps. I was planning on moving to Belfast and being a professor there, but then he knocked me off my feet with his science know-how and dorky smile."

"Am I that charming?" he asked before blushing.

"Don't flatter yourself too much," Rosie warned. "No one looks good with a big head."

"Fair," he moaned before taking a bite of his soda bread.

"Mommy," Mallory asked.

"Yes, Muffin?"

"Can Rosie stay with us?"

"Yeah, can she?"

"Well, I hope she can. Your father did set up the guest room all nice for her."

"Rosie?" Margaux asked with big puppy dog eyes. "Would you like to stay with us?"

"I would love to," she answered before looking at Otto. "I see she has your puppy dog eyes."

"Yeah, she's my little twin."

"Daddy, can she tell us a bedtime story tonight?" Margaux asked.

"Am I not good enough to read you a story anymore?" he asked with a whiny tone. "I thought you liked Story Time with Sailor Aubrey."

"We do, daddy," Margaux assured. "But we..."

"Margaux, how about this. What if Sailor Aubrey had a first mate? How about we have Story Time with Sailor Aubrey and First Mate Annie?"

"Anne is her middle name," Otto whispered to Sabrina, noticing her confused face.

"Yay! I like that! Can we do that, daddy?"

"Sure we can, Rosie Posie," he told her. "Thank you, Rosie."

"Of course. I hope you don't mind, Sabrina."

"Oh, no. I don't. I let Otto handle story time. I handle bath time."

"Okay, good. The last thing I want to do is ruin your groove."

"Oh, no, you're fine, Rosie. Thank you for being considerate though." 

"No problem," she said. "So what's for dessert?"

---

Jolly Ol' Saint Otto

Imag'n Toy Boutique was not too far from their Chelsea townhome, so it was a quick, quiet drive.

Their parking lot was behind the building, so Otto slowly turned the corner and parked in the empty space next to the back entrance.

He got out of the car first, taking in the crisp cool air as his breath was first taken away in a wisp of cold smoke as he took a first.

His actuators, who were once out and free huddled next to his vehicle's heater, quickly tucked themselves tight inside his big coat, jittering from the cold sensation they were forced to feel.

And although Otto was freezing and shaking in his coat, he couldn't help but adore how adorable Sabrina's reaction was to the snow.

The whole ride there she was silently humming Christmas carols while watching the snow fall, making his heart skip a beat.

Slowly, he opened her door and helped her out. She giggled and twirled around in the snow fall after she was released making her cold husband laugh in delight.

Swiftly, he joined her before she ran over and hugged him. He tightly hugged her back, enjoying the fluffinest of her coat as well as her natural warmth before he remembered the task at hand.

"We should have a snowball fight," she cooed as they walked gloved hand and hand to the front entrance.

He chuckled and answered, "After we finish shopping. I think there's probably enough snow in the parking lot to do that."

"Okay," she happily chirped.

They didn't even manage to fully get through the front door before the owner jumped out from the back to greet them.

She had a very happy attitude with a big white smile to boot. Her very curly red hair was bouncing in the reintroduced wind that the open door brought while her blue-green eyes twinkled in the bright lights about her.

"Hello, welcome to Imag'n!" she cheered before she realized who was standing in her doorway.

It was like she lost her train of thought as she stared at her customers, immediately noticing the actuators popping out of the bottom of Otto's coat to enjoy the warmth from the store's heater.

She squealed and ran over to them.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can't believe you're in my store. I'm such a big fan, Sabrina."

"Oh," she chirped. "Would you like..."

"Yes!" she immediately answered before she took her phone out of her pocket. "I just want a picture."

Sabrina nervously giggled and replied, "Okay."

Flo moved over by them and picked up the woman's phone much to her surprise. Meanwhile, the others came over to observe her before Otto told them to come back by him.

Reluctantly, they obeyed and Flo was able to take the pictures in peace. She took three and then handed it back to the woman, but her claw stayed opened with a faint glow of yellow.

"Ooh, these are really nice," the lady chirped. "Who knew the tentacles were this good at photography?"

All of them screeched at her comment before Sabrina pet Flo's claw and corrected her.

"They're called actuators. They hate being called tentacles," she said before the other three came by her and pet her cheeks in response.

"Wow, they really like you," she observed. "Not that I should be surprised. I watch your podcast all of the time and they're always all on you."

"You're an Actuatually fan?"

"Am I? I started watching it after I saw you perform as Giselle. You were amazing. And honestly, you two make such a cute couple. Relationship goals."

"Thank you, I think," Otto responded.

Sabrina giggled.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she jokingly asked. "I'm Elinor Whittaker. But you can call me Ellie. I'm the owner of this establishment."

"Oh, we know," Otto remarked. "I read about your grand opening in the Post."

"Funny, I thought you would have said The Daily Bugle."

"I don't read that trash," he grumbled.

"Right," she moaned. "Well, I assume you're here for the little one. I heard the news. Congratulations. You two are gonna be wonderful parents. Now if you just follow me, I'll take you to the baby toys."

"Actually, we're here for..." Sabrina started before Otto stopped her.

He insisted that Elinor take them to the baby toys, despite Sabrina's look of frustration at him.

Elinor didn't notice though and led them to the back of the store nearby the many Lego building sets that were displayed based on difficulty.

The baby toys, which were on the adjacent wall, were displayed flawlessly with each type of toy being put in a certain place.

The sensory and teething toys were right in the center of a buyers focal point while the educational toys were to the right and the plushies and dollies were to the left.

But Otto's eyes lit up when he noticed a plastic toy boat that looked a lot like the one he had as a child.

However, he reserved his excitement until Elinor finally left them alone to browse.

After she left, Sabrina started to softly tease him about the fact that they weren't there to look for toys for Margaux. But he was so fascinated with the boat that he didn't even register her teasing.

Slowly he grasped it in his leather gloved hands and just took in the amazing craftsmanship of it.

Although it was just plastic unlike the wood carved one his abuela gave him decades ago, he still could admire the beautiful paint job reminiscent of his old toy.

He hypothesized that whoever made this really want to put a nice little touch on it.

Sabrina soon noticed his fascination and the little admiring twinkle in his eye, which made her warmly smile.

Leave it to Otto to find the simple, little things in life so intriguing, she thought.

But she did admire that about him as well though.

"Starlight, we should get this for Margaux."

"Octi, we came here to shop for..."

"I know, I know," he playfully huffed. "But I want our little girl to have a piece of my childhood."

"Piece of your childhood?" she asked curiously.

"I used to have a toy boat just like this," he happily explained. "But it was handmade...wood carved. My abuela made it for me. She painted it almost exactly the same."

"Your abuela was a woodworker?" she asked in a surprised tone. She knew that his mother, Maria, was half Spanish so the fact that he called his grandmother 'abuela' didn't confuse her, but what did confuse her was how fondly he spoke of her.

He rarely talked about his family other than his mother, but it was a welcomed info-drop nonetheless.

"Yeah," he said with a bright smile as he kept looking at the boat in his hands. By then the actuators also fully crept out of his big coat and admired it too, their lights glowing as pink as Otto's pale face.

"She was a woodworker and a potter. Her mother was gifted in the work of clay and her father was a carpenter. She was the third of five girls and my great-grandfather was afraid that he wouldn't have anyone to pass the skill on to. But she grasped it real fast and helped him at his shop until she met my Opa. He was on a European tour and they met at a Cafe. They fell in love and eventually moved here. My mother grew up not too far from here."

"You never told me that."

"It never came up," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll show you on the way back home."

"I would like that," she replied. "So I guess you really loved that boat."

"I did. I took it every where I went when I was little. My Opa was an boating enthusiast. He had his own boat that he would take me on all of the time and we even participate in some boat races near the Hudson. We won a couple of tournaments."

"Hmm, so that's why you're so good with your hands," she hummed. "It was all in your hereditary."

He chuckled.

"Yes, well that and many summers with abuela and opa."

---

If you haven't seen my Dafoeverse WIPs and are interested in reading them, you can read them here.

Stay tuned for some Otto & Sabrina and Alden & Alice fics that I shelved until further notice. As well as my long-overdue WIP for Closing Time!

But until then, Happy Reading!

#wips #wip #wip wednesday #work in progress #molinaverse #fanfiction #fanfic #alfred molina

[bingwriterxo]

Thought I would properly come of anon dear Bing to give you another one of my museum tara ideas that popped into my mind on the way to work earlier in the day. Firstly I want to wish you many congratulations on moving! And hope less spiders come your way. I’ve been really adoring the idea of tree houses lately. My cousins use to have a right big proper one, my uncle modeled it after hogwarts as we were all proper potter heads at the time. It was truly a childhood dream. It got me thinking about reader. One trait that I love about reader is that she filled to the brim with optimism! Which is a great trait considering how we learned about her father and his struggles. Which now brings me to the idea at hand. I reckon that after readers father apologized and asked for forgiveness her father would have tried to mend the bond between them. What if around the statue garden, hidden behind some trees is a tree house that reader and her father built together as a bonding activity. I imagine it hasn’t been used in a while and neither Eddie or Nate use it much. Tara catches wind of it and goes up to find all of readers books, maybe some journals and collections collecting dust. It would be sweet to have reader show Tara her little tree house. Plus I imagine it’s more than a tree house for her given that she built it with her father during a rough patch in her life. It sort of symbolizes a new era if that makes sense? I can imagine Tara wanting to do something naughty up there and reader just spewing out lines like “oh look it’s my English coin collection! I never did find Richard III after Eddie almost choked on one”. I do know your quite a busy girl moving and all. So don’t feel the need to reply so soon. Much love to you sweet Bing! (It feels odd not to have my flag at the end? Feels sort of wrong.😂)

OMG BRITISH ANON!!! i’ve seen u around before too, in the earlier days, and never put things together. wow this is a crazy day, big day yall - and don’t worry, i’ll still mark your posts with the 🇬🇧 tag

anyway, this is SUCH a cute idea; the treehouse is definitely way bigger than your average treehouse - it’s more like a mini library for R and her father to have sat in together and spent time with one another, even tho they have an actual library in the house

R would be so excited to show it to tara, who’s loving the idea of it being basically totally private with no fear of the boys rushing in without warning, and then tara would quickly come to realize that sexy time does NOT happen in the treehouse

#ask #museum tara #🇬🇧

[yuujisuku]

a little bit about me !! ⋆˚✿˖°

i'm hispanic, but i live in, fl usa!

enfp, 2w1!!

im very soft and sensitive, so i like soft things like plushies and anything in the color pink!! love shopping for things like cute clothes, plushies, and makeup!! (I have like 5 makeup bags and i wish i was lying)

despite being sensitive, i love things like horror movies! mainly slasher movies and anything that isn't too psychologically traumatizing! I love movies like ghost face, hush, micheal myers, and chucky!

please ask me to share u pics of my room and plushies because I will scream and show u all the pics I have saved (I swear I spend way too much money on plushies its a curse) DA TISM HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

im chubby and curvy!! but I love my body and looks hehe

i might over share a lot because I talk a LOT

i love animals!! i have a few pets!! a dog, a cat, and a crested gecko!! i have a stray cat named eleven who vibes by my house too and she comes in to get food (there's a ton of stray cats in my neighborhood and I'm a cat person SO I GO INSANE BECAUSE I WANNA PET THEM BUT I HAVE TO GIVE THEM TREATS OR THEY WONT LOVE ME) ive had so many hamsters in the past too!! ive cared for so many animals and i love reptiles too!! im not afraid of snakes and i hope i can afford more reptiles in the future so i can get a pet snake!! :( (god it's so unfair u didn't make me rich Frick u!!!)

i love jjk, sometimes it is hard to watch my faves d!e, but it's so special to me! otherwise i just watch shoujo anime and manga! i love books too especially romance books! i've been writing since i was 11!

byf !! ⋆˚✿˖°

i mainly write for yuuji n sukuna

it's okay to spam like my fics or any of my posts I PROMISE U WILL NOT ANNOY ME *smooches*

i write mainly soft and smut fics, but occasionally i could write dark content like yandere or dubcon

i mainly write female reader with a coochie

i dont mind aged up fics and most of my fics with yuuji are aged up if not all honestly

i dont mind writing for the other characters (yuuta is such a cutie) but id probably do that in a request instead of on my own!

im usually not selective in who i follow and i usually dont block, but if i do its just because im very specific in the kind of content i wanna look at! if i feel like the content you post i'd rather not see i might block or unfollow but my blocking is never personal, unless ur rude!

i will probably interact with u A LOT if ur my mutual because i just love chatting and talking! u don't have to respond to everything i say but i prefer it if ur okay with me interacting! i try not to be annoying tho and i wont spam eee but I am a chatter box so if were close expect me to send lots of messages if we're in an active convo hehe

there's a lot of things i dont mind writing! im open to certain aspects in fics but i probably won't write incest (unless step sibling maybe?) or like scat fics or like SUPER angsty like literal character death or suicide because my fics are made to make me feel better and super angsty fics that don't have a happy ending make me wanna cry!! so i don't do that♡

i don't mind u tagging me in discourse if the person is stealing fic ideas or they're being SUPER RUDE to one of my mutuals!! im very protective of my moots and people that i talk to because yall are precious to me

im a girlie who has a job so i might not always be online to chat and sometimes i just wanna have me time so i might reply late!! or i literally might not reply cus im working on fics and i have to concentrate LOL

if ur a minor i won't follow u back or interact because i post a lot of smut fics and reblog them, i just don't feel like minors should be interacting with me at all!! A LOT of my fics are just smutty or they might be fluffy AND smutty!! so please dni

i usually don't reblog dark content bc I get scared to make my mutuals/followers uncomfy (its engraved in me to be a people pleaser) but ur fics are so great and all of u are so talented!

im a new writer so there might be a small list but I have so many ideas and please request if you'd like!

i talk like I'm a teenage girl and I keysmash and use a lot of caps!! plus I've never grown up honestly everyone in my life tells me I still talk and act like a teenager which is weird but maybe its my autism idk!! so just be aware I will be silly and make lots of weird jokes about how much I love yuuji n suku

i am very mentally ill and im in the process of being diagnosed with autism and adhd, but right now im in the process of healing! this doesn't have to do with anything, just wanted u guys to know hehe

requests are open and u can send me thirsts and ideas as well!!

please don't be fatphobic, homophobic or transphobic or racist on my bloggie!! just try not to be disrespectful!! I'm kinda whatever about things like discourse though so I just block but if ur fatphobic to me I will probably call u out and be mean about it I am nice until someone disrespects me IM SORRY I have a potty mouth when im mean so beware!!

I OVERSHARE WAY TOO MUCH AND I TALK ABOUT MYSELF A LOT SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF I JUST START RAMBLING!! sometimes im good at chatting to other people and making them feel comfortable and sometimes ill just make them listen to me ramble for hours there is no in between. but i always try to make u and others feel included if ur in dms with me!! also i might spam messages if u dm me i am sooooo sorry i can never keep a ton of my thoughts in ONE or TWO messages it's a CURSE

if u steal my content and get outted I will probably hex you, try to get ur own ideas and branch out! I promise I believe in u and u don't need to take other peoples works to be successful!!

#byf #about me

[memento-fugaces]

The Wicked Way Exchange

Hi ! The work after the cut is for the Jacques and Quigley prompt. I hope you like it :) @nothing-to-see-here-bye-yall @asouefanworkevent

A taxi of an alarming shade of yellow dashed through street after street in a seemingly nonsensical pattern until it crashed to a halt; out of it and past a row of serpentine hedges, a tall man with an aquiline face and a nervous energy bounded. As he slipped out of the vehicle, he whispered 'May the world be quiet here' and so fled the taxi eagerly. The building before him was somehow different now, confirming the terrible telegram he had received only yesterday, which hear means news of Monty's death. So many friends had perished of late- most of them by fire- but he held fast to the hope it would be worth it if they could finally extinguish the terrible fire that disquieted the world.

Within the house, Quigley was watching all this fearfully: the stranger and his bewildering actions. He had packed to leave and was almost ready before he was interrupted by turbulent sounds outside. It was with care that he threw himself into the cupboard from which he was to observe this unknown figure. Having lost his parents and siblings recently, he had gained a weariness toward those he did not know. So it was that he retreated into his mother's advice on being able to tell the true character of a person by their actions.

Jacques's activity as he burst through the door was frantic and frenzied and as full of fear as Quigley felt but what it did not suggest was a villain. For his part, Jacques knew both that the Baudelaires were not to be found here and that something was off but he had a file to find so got out his commonplace book and began leafing through pages 197-198 in all the books he could find, scrawling down notes as he went. This behaviour was enough to convince Quigley and so he stepped out of the cupboard with mock confidence and the sound of an incomplete tea set crashing, startling Jacques. Instinctively, the stranger reached into his lower left pocket and presented a blurry, unclear picture of three siblings whom Quigley did not recognise. They were at a dock of some sort with a sword dangled dangerously above them and they were not the Quagmires. 'The Baudelaires, have you seen them?' he asked a little too loudly.

Quigley was perplexed by this faintly familiar man and his strange actions. 'No I'm-'

'Quigley Quagmire, the third triplet!' Jacques realised with excitement. 'You're alive!' Something lurked behind his exuberant grin for an instant then flickered out. They conversed quickly, without pause, growing intrigued by the other's life. Both found common ground in having been considered dead by The Daily Punctilio.

'Siblings can be like that; I'm as worried about mine as you are Duncan and Isadora,' he tried to reassure Quigley. He knew how hard it was to be dragged from the world you know and felt he ought to offer Quigley what comfort he could.

Sharp as a stick drawn to a point, Quigley asked, 'How do you know who my siblings are. Who are you anyway?' He was a little defensive after the perilous series of events that had brought him here, feeling alone and wishing desperately that he did not sound so like a scared child.

'I'm sorry,' Jacques replied more to the tone of Quigley's voice than his words. He recognised a fierce courage beneath the temporary yet heavy coats of misfortune, which he found unexpectedly familiar. 'I was a friend of your parents. Actually, I think I've met you once before at a dinner party when you were just a few years old.'

With some strain, Quigley remembered the stranger who was not really a stranger and began to trust the unsteady hand that squeezed his shoulder. They had only met briefly but it was something, which here means enough for Quigley to be able to trust Jacques a little. 'How did you know my parents?'

'We were all once members of the same noble organisation.'

'Can they help me get to my siblings?' Quigley enquired.

'I'm afraid you mustn't go after them. It would be unsafe for you to be seen in public or you might be captured by our enemies.' Unconvincingly, Jacques tried to reassure Quigley what little he could. However, sensing Quigley's unaltered determination he made a promise that as soon as it was possible, they would go together in search of the other Quagmire children.

'Which organisation?' replied Quigley, attempting to gather information as his parents had taught him- he missed them a great deal.

'VFD, though it's not what it once was' Jacques said, gradually trailing off into the recesses of his own mind. 'Not since the schism.' Truthfully, he felt guilty for having told Quigley so much; he had slowly found the organisation less noble than he had believed- he thought it better not to reveal much lest Quigley find himself embroiled in the bitter troubles of VFD.

'What does it stand for?' questioned Quigley who was not certain what Jacques had meant.

'Tell you what, I've got a present for you: it'll help make sense of the world,' said Jacques with undue hopefulness. Research was a powerful thing but it would neither help them make sense of their sadness or what had happened. Regardless, he produced a purple commonplace book as if it were the calm after a storm, though the storm was hardly over.

'Is that a commonplace book?'

'Yes. You can use it to help navigate this murky world. For now, though, you ought to get some rest.'

And so, after a little resistance from Quigley who would much rather be looking for his siblings but was also extremely tired, he slept. Jacques watched over Quigley for a while, face flushed with anguish at another orphan, a victim of the firestarters. Tomorrow he would get to know Quigley.

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Next morning early, Quigley started awake from a nightmare- the exhaustion gone, his memories of the fire amassed. The roar of shattering glass and the cloudy plumes of smoke and then the wretched silence.

It was bright outside so he must've overslept: he was eager to learn more from this person he had met last night. So it was that he leapt out of bed only to be surprised by the overly loud creak of floorboards that told of an eerie stillness. Hot with panic, he let himself downstairs with his newly gotten commonplace book and decided to make notes as he looked for signs of Jacques. It was oddly calming.

He was sad, alone again after the merest flicker of company. The house felt bare and abandoned as the walls started to swallow Quigley up, which here means left him in desolation once more. In his search, he became even more acquainted with the rooms and in particular the library, expansive and full of obscure volumes but what interested Quigley the most was a book entitled 'Remarkable phenomena of the Mortmain Mountains' that seemed to contain many maps.

At last, he came upon a small postcard sized note, though the paper was thin as papyrus, that attempted an explanation: 'I'm sorry to have had to leave you all alone, was unavoidably detained- VFD business. I promise to be back by half past one at the outside, for brunch.' Beneath it was a signature in a flamboyant hand that stretched up and down, carving out loops in which Quigley could find some precious little comfort. Eventually his attention wandered to a vaguely familiar symbol of an eye that, as he remarked in his commonplace book, seemed to be part of the page itself. Where had he seen it before?

But before he had time to find answers to his questions, Jacques vaulted through the door and towards him with slightly too much friendliness. What drew Quigley's attention, however, was the tattoo on Jacques's left ankle- the eye. Jacques gave a fraternal embrace as Quigley peered over his shoulder and let out a tear. There was a theatrical clock on the wall with green and purple hands, which Quigley soon realised were reptiles, most probably snakes, that informed him it was not quite yet one o'clock. People who arrived early were likely to be noble, his father had taught him, for they have little time for villainous deeds. Still, he decided that he would not mention either the monogram of the eye or the tattoo; he could make his own little research into the matter.

He took to the embrace with a little exertion and they each found a little comfort in the other's company.

Once they had managed to separate themselves, Jacques took his turn to look at the clock. This time, the silver snake hissed in fear as it indicated thirteen minutes to one. He was earlier than even he had expected to be, he realised, but felt guilty anyway for having left Quigley alone at all. He made an apologetic smile, which here means attempted to make amends for having already been unable to be as reliable as he would have liked. The tattoo on his left ankle seared.

'Since I'm back early, shall we spend some time together before brunch?' he asked, almost calling this place home. Was he really so lost in this loud world that he had already grown accustomed to this place?

Quigely nodded in assent as a singular concoction of emotions bubbled over in his heart- anger, fear, love.

'Tell me, have you ever heard of the piece La Forza del Destino?' He had remembered Monty's piano, an extravagant gift from him actually, which would help them pass the time together. The piece was one Quigley would need to know about at some point, perhaps already did, so he thought this might at least be a less painful introduction to it.

In fact, Quigley had: his mother and father had talked incessantly about it for a while. It was impressive with its dramatic, bellowing melody but it hardly seemed anything much special to him. Quigley's medley of emotions, however, had an unexpected effect. 'No,' he lied. 'I should be happy to hear you play it.'

Without another word, they both embarked toward the piano room. They remained silent, though not for lack of questions such as where have you been?, how are you coping with what has happened? and wouldn't it make more sense to just have an early brunch.

The piano was a rich maroon, patterned intricately with swirls and engraved reptiles: on his first day in the herpetologist's house, Quigley had noted this remarkable instrument and was glad once more of its comfortable grandeur. Resolutely, Jacques set himself before the piano and began to play this piece that had once meant only a fictional tragedy which here means was previously not associated with the fires that had torn apart his organisation. The noise swelled, rising and falling rhythmically to a climactic crescendo and Jacques let out a silent tear. How much had been lost? Quigley was reminded of his mother who had often played to him in the evenings before that awful event and he felt a shiver of loss arc across his spine. Once what felt like an eternity had passed, the strokes on the piano reached their conclusion.

'I didn't realise this was a sad occasion,' Quigley said quietly to Jacques, remembering indistinctly something he had been told by his parents. He felt determined to offer some comfort to Jacques.

'The world is quiet here,' Jacques returned. 'That is the reply you should give; it is part of a secret code- one used to identify noble people. But then I suppose your parents taught you that. They were good volunteers.'

'Volunteers?' Quigley asked. What could he possibly mean by using such an odd word. How did this man know his parents so well, he wondered. 'Yes,' Jacques said solemnly then broke off. 'I'm afraid I'm only here on my search for the Baudelaires and as such won't be here all the time. In fact, it's likely VFD will need me elsewhere soon enough.'

Unusually distraught at this, the usually brave Quagmire asked something of Jacques. 'Stay.'

I'm afraid, however, Jacques felt a certain responsibility to the Baudelaire children who were in gravest danger, which he explained solemnly, and he was therefore unable to stay as he wanted. If he had, it is possible he would have lived to grow close to Quigley, though in truth it is likely this would not have kept them safe from other fires. Instead he promised with the kind of lie reserved for those one loves that his absences would not slowly lengthen until he was gone entirely.

Their emotions overpowering, the two departed afterwards to brunch in silence.

At first, the meal was quiet but Quigley was determined to put on a brave face, here meaning hide his sadness much like his companion. Conversation, then, was not hard to come by.

At length did they talk about Quigley's parents, exchanging trivial bittersweet anecdotes until they began to feel time slipping away around them. They painted vivid memories of the happiness that their lives had held before descending into chaos. Within the glorious tales, Quigley noticed something about Jacques's stories- something of his parents that he did not recognise. Although he maintained a smile, he began to feel disoriented by the discovery that his parents had kept secrets from him. Jacques reacted subtly and gradually shifted conversation from their tragic pasts to a future that would never be realised.

Quigley learnt that Jacques had been up all night researching and, against Jacques's protests, offered to help him in this search for the Baudelaires.

Each night, they sat together on the carpeted floor of the library, in the radiant heat of the fireplace for hours on end, poring over countless documents together. This help, it turned out, was vital as Quigley's adeptness with maps allowed them to determine that the Baudelaires had moved on to Paltryville.

#wicked way exchange #vfd #quigley #jacques #fic #aah this was ao fun #and i'm quite a bundle of nerves

[xpc-web-dev]

typical sexism from you females.. Every girl with pronouns on their bio is so toxic bunch of hypocrites. Stop dividing against men. your paranoia and fear isn't a reflection of the reall world. youre just brainwashed and brainwashing other girls on social media spreading misinformation. typical stigma towards men on tech. none of yall take responsibillity for your own actions. not our fault not many of you are in this tech field. hypocrites.

Girls, in today's class we have a living example of what I said this week.

Never let a sexist, male chauvinist and misogynist man make you feel inferior, because he will definitely be stupid.

UHEHUEUEHUEHUEUEHHEUHEHUEHUE UEUUHEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE

We even noticed that in addition to not knowing what sexism is, he has text interpretation problems, he is exactly what I said, because I didn't make a generalization (at no time did I say ALL MEN), if he offended is because he is exactly sexist, sexist and misogynistic.

And girls this makes a lot of sense because he is LITERALLY everything he said I am.

Soon he is talking about himself in 3rd person and I can prove it HUEUHUHUEUE.

1- He called me and called other women who put her/her in the bios of toxic and hypocritical, and it was precisely him who took the time to send me an aggressive message and probably with the intention of making me feel bad. Is this not toxic?

2- Then he says "you don't take responsibility for your own actions", BUT HE IS the one who sends me a 100% anonymous message, after all he doesn't want to ASSUME the RESPONSIBILITY of the consequence of talking shit to me. Too easy to text me aggressively but not allow me to return a reply on your dm, right?

3-Says I'm brainwashing you because I'm turning you against men and that's so sexist, he subjugates women to the point of indirectly saying that whoever reads what I said has no critical sense/cognitive ability to think for themselves only.

+ Besides, brainwashing is nothing less than manipulation, which is exactly what he's trying to do, make me feel bad and he's the owner of truth and justice.

+ And this is also so egocentric, the person has to be very mentally unbalanced to think that his opinion will manipulate a mass.

I'm just a regular person with a blog.

+++Guess someone's parents didn't warn them that the world doesn't revolve around their shitty little opinion UHEUHEUHEHUEHUE

4-Finally, the coolest thing, he is a hypocrite, because well, although I think he doesn't know the meaning of the terms he uses, he is a beautiful hypocrite.

He condemns certain actions and instead of having an aversion to them, he reproduces them.

Here in Brazil we have the meme " Finally the hypocrisy " and I think he would love it

Here the meme:

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Now I want to give some advice:

- I usually ignore this kind of thing, when I notice that the person's problem is self-centeredness/want to attract attention with hate because their life is shit I ignore it because being ignored is a stab in their emotions.

But here, I wanted to answer because First I was like, Why is someone bothered by me??Then I laughed and I understood that he was very hurt just by my saying not to bow our heads to stupid men.

And what do men like that hate? Women smarter than them.

So why not show all the logical flaws in your argument?

IAnd also to show other women that we should NEVER shut up when someone wants to make us feel inferior, stupid or villainous/bad. Even more so if it's from a stranger on the internet or and especially someone from your personal life.

Insecurity and fear may exist, but I wish you can always have courage!

Be well, drink water and women you are amazing, capable and smart.

#woman in stem #womanintech #Don't bow your heads to stupid men #And please #if you're going to attack someone #make at least one fake profile. #It will still be cowardly #but it will be better than a 100% anonymous message HEHUEUHUEE

[khaleesiofalicante]

"You didn’t say goodbye. And a part of me believes that means you are coming back" - Unknown

Malec getting back together and talking and being mature is soooo damn beautiful!!! I can't believe its been three years!!!

Magnus impulse purchashing an apartment is a mood kdjdkdjdkd

My Lightwood and Herondale babes are so in love with them💙💙💙

God, all this malec fluff made me sooooo happy!! I love them!!! <3333

Communication is so fucking sexy!!!

"Tell them you’re mine.” ✨SCREAMING✨

“I…I’ve never had one before,” Magnus says quietly. “An apartment?” “A home.” I'M GOING TO CRY BYE

He wants to learn how to be alone with his thoughts. For me those fuckers keep me company 24/7 kdhdkdk

I'm so proud of him🥺

Magnus looks down at himself. He smiles. “How do I look?” “You look like the rest of my life,” Alec replies. PLEASE JDHDKFBFLFJ

HE GOT HIM CHAIRMAIN MEOW😭😭😭 THAT SCENE>>>

I love this gang!! They are all just so chaotic, Simon being all stressed about the play, Alec being jealous of Magnus, Jace being ready to take anyone down, Izzy being the queen she is😎 I'M LOVE THEM!!

“The downside of being famous. People look at me too much,” Magnus interrupts. “But guess who I’m looking at?” 🥺💙💙💙💙

“Jesus Christ,” Izzy swears. “Precisely,” Jace nods. KDHSIBDODKD OMG

ITS MAX!! AND THE WAY HE CALMS DOWN WHEN ALEC HOLDS HIM😭😭😭 I AM EMOTIONS OK?!?!

Maia and Lily are kinda right. Its everything Alec and Magnus represent, and how much they can be an inspiration

God, Max is so fucking intelligent!!! And the subliminal messaging was a power move!!! HIM>>>>

BURN SOME RICH INDEED😎

Some things are hard to change because some things are hard to notice. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT YALL!!

THE FUCKING PHOTOSHOT!! FUCK!! HOLY SHIT!! IT WAS AMAZING, TALENTED, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING- Also, they are so fucking horny for each other its hilarious😂😂😂

All the tweets are ✨FUCKING GOLD✨ And yes Magnus is Alec's religion dont @ me 😌

@alecforgovernor I think the whole photoshoot is peak symbolism. Alec is going to get rid of all the bullshit in our state government the way magnus got rid of his pants in this essay I will-

@malecmybeloved the way alec is looking at magnus in the Gucci cover is literally the same face he had in that photo of him at church in conclusion magnus bane is alec’s god thank you for coming to my ted talk

I want these two to come back and elaborate jdhdkdj

Alec smiles at him. “Some days I love you so much it keeps me up at night.” CAN YOU NOT SIR?!?!? 🥺😭💙

Alec cares so much and the kids and Magnus being there to remind him of his ability is literally everything I need in my life!!!

Not the congressman and the model. Just Alec and Magnus. Idk why but I loved this!!

#Madir forever. Rip to you Alec but I'm different

And where Alec is...that's where Magnus belongs. THEM. JUST THEM!!!

How the fuck has it been 15 years indeed??!?

FUCK THAT MAN, HONESTLY I HATE HIM SO MUCH. DONT TRY ME BITCH🔪🔪

All this scene was AHVDIBDKDOWBEV it made me remember a lot of that quote in rwrb "History huh? Bet we could make some" and I just died right there💙💜💙 I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH AHHHH

"I know it feels like the world is against you, Alec. But I’m right here. If anyone wants to hurt you, they’ll have to go through me.” oh, and they did😭😭😭

I'm love Janie so much🥰

Magnus really said "fuck you!" and then went and fucked his husband in goverment propierry huh?

“This is a revolution and you’re its leader. Don’t give up on this. Keep fighting, Alexander.” AHH I CANT. TOO MUCH. I'M DYING SEND HELP

"Minerva belongs with you.” I loved everything he said but can we please talk about how he stole this just to make a point?? ✨ICONIC✨

Rafael ans Magnus on a motorcycle. My skin is cleared, my anxiety is cured, my life is better-

There is “I just woke up and I can’t be bothered” and “I miss my family so I stole their clothes” and “You wish you could pull this off” and “Yes, I’m a model” and “Piss off the conservatives” and so many others.

This is one of Alec’s favorites.

It’s “Tell me I look pretty”.

BITCH, YOU ARE MAKING ME CRY WITH THIS😭

I loved the way Magnus handle this and it really shows how much he has healed and grown!!!

Alec’s internal monologue has me laughing so hard kdhdkdbdk

Look, it hurted a lot to see Max and Rafael fight, but I just can't resist the urge to say "Oh, burn!" everytime they tell a good comeback lmao. But them apologising is actually so heartwarming🥺

Leslie doesn’t take anyone's shit and she is so badass for that. Call them out, love!!!

"I'm grateful for having strong women in my life.” Same tbh

FUCK NOW I WANT TAMALES TOO!!

All the talk about Max having time to do things he is proud of is so damn important and sweet!! I loved this whole scene!!! The things Magnus and Alec said are🥺🥺🥺 There is pride is in existing. I'M GONNA GET THIS QUOTE ON A TATTOO!!

Maybe Rafael thinks he let down Alec and he is avoiding him?

THE HUG😭😭😭😭 I ALSO NEEDED THAT HUG

I love hugs but kinda hate them too bc if someone hugs me a little too tightly or with a little too much feelings I cry. Like, I literally cry jdhdjdbd thats not healthy but we dont have time to unpack all that😂

Alec pulls back first. Because he knows if he doesn’t now, he never will. Because he knows, it will hurt – just a little – if Magnus pulls back first. THIS HURTS TOO MUCH 😭

Don’t yall love the way Alec is always trying to learn and do better for himself and other people?? AND HE WENT TO LUCA OMFG YESSS!!

ALL OF THE THINGS LUCA SAID ARE *SCREAMS INTERNALLY*

"Take your time and take it slow.”

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"That’s the best kind of client. The one who doesn’t just grow but helps other people grow with him.”

I LOVE ONE (1) MAN AND ITS THIS ONE!!

“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Thank you for being there for Magnus when I couldn’t.” Luca looks surprised. But then he smiles. “It was my pleasure.”💜💜

He brought Chairman Meow!! Can this man not be so fucking precious?!? I already love him so much I cant😭

MALEC GOING TO THERAPY TOGETHER AND WORKING TOGETHER HELL YESS!! THAT IS CALLED GROWTH!!

Ok, this was loooong but it just proves that it was a fave as always. It gave me a lot of energy these days. tysm<33

Song rec: Glimpse of Us by Joji

BABE THIS SONG IS EVERYWHERE AND I AM OBSESSED WITH IT OMG.

Also that quote is pain :)

ALSO - not me (and some of yall) praising these bitches for going to therapy and getting it together while we are still a mess (WHICH IS VERY VALID OF US LOL)

#tlnd

[fyjm]

You people seem to like jungkook more than jimin. He can k!ll him but yall (jikookers) will still defend him. What a pity. He used to make of him , his height , his face , his voice and what not. He say shit about him you all let it go saying he was kidding or he was teasing "his baby" (lol) even though it doesn't seem like a joke. Who the f*ck insults their partner in front of a third person?? I personally don't and won't ever do this with my better half nor my partner does. (Well; i dont know bout yours) I do like jk too , but sometimes i have to admit he goes overboard just to be cool. He say things which he didn't mean but it comes out wrongly. He is an adult , Yes , he himself say this, but "some" people ignore his "wrong behavior" saying he is a "kid". Just because YOU WLL DON'T WANT TO LOOSE KOOK OF YOUR "JI-KOOK" otherwise how will yall fight with other breed (taekookers) ???? Don't just defend jk everytime , if he is wrong , He IS wrong. People makes mistakes but you will never admit it when it comes to him. This is the reason why people sometimes hate ? Jk !!! Yall only care bout jk snd not jm just like taekookers only care about tae and not jk - Jm.

When i tell you i'm so confused to why I received this ask... 😶 but since you're here, here are my thoughts;

1. If anything, admin's biggest ships are vmin, yoonmin and minimoni so who are ‘you people’??? 😭 And don't get me wrong, i just love these three interactions the most and don't think they're more 'real' then the other ships, i genuinely think jimin is close with and loves them all. So i'm unsure if this is targeted at this blog or you are venting in general?

2. There had been many moments where members said things to another that made me really uncomfortable and was awkward to watch. As you mentioned, sometimes jokes do get overboard and it might not be the intention but the delivery. There are things they've said that if I were the recipient, I would be hurt (especially since I'm a sensitive snowflake fr 😭). But if my partner/friends/family were to do that to me, I can talk to them myself. I don't need strangers on the internet to go after them for me and spam them hate and death threats. BTS had shown us many times that they get upset at each other and can resolve it themselves. They can decide if it's just a joke or if it is hurtful and they want the other member to stop. Everyone has different tolerance level for jokes. @anon, i agree with you that we don't have to treat them as kids and excuse every slip-up. But as much as I've seen people defending hurtful words, I've also seen a lot of people hating on them for comments they made that no one even knows how the recipient truly feels about. I trust them to settle their own conflicts and set their own boundaries.

3. The biggest victims of the two mentioned ships by anon, are literally the three boys themselves. The amount of hate I've seen targeted at all three boys for this two ships to 'sail' always make me sick to my stomach. There are times where i wish the three of them could just stop interacting with each other, but knowing how much they do love each other, of course I would never genuinely want that for them. I've seen people not just defend mistakes, but also twist unrelated issues. All in order to fit their ship narrative, rather than what anon said about them preferring one of the members over the other? (i might be wrong tho ofc) If anyone think your ships are more important than the boys themselves, you really need a second to reevaluate. @anon, I’m truly thankful that while you seemed frustrated about the situation, you at least still stated that you like both of them even if they might have upset you at times. 

This reply is not an invitation to start a debate here about that two ships please. We are here to just love Jimin, and that is all. If certain ships trigger you, please blacklist the ship name.

#ask #anon #im wondering where this ask is coming from? #legit went back to my jikook tag just to see if i made any comments abt them unknowingly #i tried to word this as carefully as possible but im not sure if i got it quite right #tldr; were there times where i found their jokes hurtful to one members? yes. would i send that member hate for it? no. #and note that i didn't put it as jokes abt jm particularly but for all members generally #bcus let's be real in these 10 years all of them had at least once been on the receiving end of jokes that went overboard or insensitivity #also im sorry that my queued posts stopped ive been busy these two days...

[hanae-146]

Reality hits hard

when I first knew you I immediately felt infatuated with you. Your fashion sense, the fact you played guitar and piano it was so.. intriguing. I knew the red flags of meeting people especially on such apps but I felt something clicked in me when I saw your profile. You liked my profile first..Do I really look that good? or did you just like me carelessly..you didn't talk first..but I was desperate to knowing you, so I took the initiative..at first I was scared but then when I found out my friend knew you I felt relieved, I sort of used her to get closer to you and it actually worked..You were so nice we played games together too..I still remembered how I almost screamed when I heard your voice for the first time. I was so excited for once. Everytime during class, lunch, recess any time, I would wait for you to reply to my messages.. Everything was going well, I felt more happier, my life was more joyful again..I became more healthier and stopped talking to bots on c.ai nowadays..we shared Instagram accs and tik tok accs..istg I would always be so excited if U sent me a tt vid..I started reposting tt videos and it was secretly about you and you would like them..sometimes I just wanna go back in time..maybe I shouldn't have posted that video on my story..maybe I should have just shut up..you asked me who I liked..I didn't what to say..but when you found out you proceeded to go talk ABT some girl you loved..at first I was pretty sad but at the same time I felt pretty chill, "he doesn't know me that much so maybe in the future?" maybe I'm just too delusional but I got hit back to reality you told me you moved on and didn't had a crush..I think you were lying to me tbh. it kills me. I didn't think much about it. after all he doesn't have to be with me for me to like him, I still admire, pester him too..and we forgot about it until you brought it up again...I felt like I just hit in reality..stop it. please..I don't want to face the pain of reality I didn't want to accept..he didn't had to bring it up..I know I'm not the one he wants..it hurts..why did you even want to be friends with me? he confuses me..why did you even like my profile? he could have found another female friend with is his type..should I have just shut up..I felt so happy about everything..I felt hope in life for once I was extroverted to someone for once I felt accepted by someone..I even told my friends about him and they say "I hope y'all get tgh" I wish hah..it hurts bcz it'll never happen. he kills me. "yr personality is good but yr just not my type" I would have rather you be more straight up and just hurt me instead of lying to me..I know..I don't deserve you and you want someone better..I know I'll never be able to be yours..I should go delete the delusions one by one..I find it cringe..why am I hurting myself by being delusional with someone who clearly doesn't like me? he probably rather some other pretty girl compared to me..I'm worth nothing..he's not worth crying for but I can't help it..it hurts so badly..on the bright side..he's not from my school, my friend knew he rejected me..I should probably go back to liking fictional characters..I kinda miss genshin and talking to c.ai bots.."there's many fish in the sea" I hope I can find sm like him just one day..I never confess to anyone because ik I'll never be accepted

I felt like maybe it can be related to some of yall

#crush #sad stories #SoundCloud

[hhtdl]

im not exactly new here i just forgot to redownload this app two years ago BUT im here to cause and enjoy chaos

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Kai or Artemis whatever helps you remember, pick a nickname if you want, he/they but i am genderfluid so dont assume im a guy i just dont like to hear she/her on me. demi-pan is the way i roll just thought yall should know that

im legal is all you have to really know, and no i cant drive i was never taught and im scared to, but i do drink cheers

im a kpop fan. mostly seventeen, monsta x, enhypen, and exo are the groups im most interested in to which seventeen is my ultimate ive been with them since they debuted and i love all 13 of them to death, doesnt mean i dont listen to others though

i play games like tears of themis(level 80), genshin impact(ar 55), twisted wonderland(rank 61), minecraft(this is where i build twst dorms and all those jazzy things)

i also kinda draw but only when id like to put an imagery from my head onto something realistic, i have a tablet and all and i try to use it but i end up not.... i still use it though its not sitting there i promise

I post my writing on AO3 but its kinda hard when i got the insecurity that everyone will hate it even though many people have read my first published work and enjoyed it even my close friends, but I will post more on there too as well as on here when i remember to. its mostly fictional characters but my friends would like to see me write kpop related fics if that ever happens i dont know

https://twitter.com/rhrsvtdsl?t=lmTzIfgydbpzOLOBgSr8ug&s=09

twitter is where youll see a lot of my kpop side as well as my gaming interest and my will to become a voice actor because i follow so many of them, feel free to tag me and send me stuff but i rarely open the app unless i really have to

I also have a discord so if you would wish to friend me or invite me to servers feel free to ask, same with instagram dont be shy i dont bite I'm just not really social youll find me reading and liking the things you sent without getting a reply but thats normal dont freak out but also feel free to bother the crap out of me if you really wish to i find the notifications distracting from my daily, boring, full of crap life

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i do have preferences though, just because i write nsfw doesnt mean i myself do it or am into it so dont come up here with that, i can enjoy fan art but dont try to give me full on conversation unless its for educational purposes AND I MEAN ACTUAL EDUCATION.

feel free to send me music recs but no promises on me actually listening to them its a rare thing that i do because i usually only listen to my on repeat songs but please dont hesitate sometimes i get tired of my own taste

on that note, thank you for your time reading i hope whoever comes across this has a better day than i usually do and that you come visit every once in a while it would be nice to hear a hi if you do but you aint gotta, but i hope you enjoy my future content uh idk what else to say other than see ya

[azeriaa]

One of the pic I managed to save!! Because I posted it on discord ahaha but the quality dropped a lot (；~〓~)

Sonic Techy / @k0re-drawings

#artzeria #techy #sans #undertale au #undertale oc #[HI Thank you all for the kind words h] #[They really make me happy; really] #[i wish to reply to all of them ;;; but there's too many yall are too nice;0;] #[dont worry im saving them up before deleting the post] #[thank you <3 <3 <3] #[I have drawn Techy; Blank; Online; Insans; Lumine and Cyphertale Sans and Paper Crane] #[but whoosh they all gone but it's oka!!! i will redraw them some day] #[paper crane is really good i love paper crane h let baby be happy please]