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ricksroaches · 3 years

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Jungkook - Dysphoria ch. 1

pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader (platonic)

summary: Jungkook, a burnt out gifted student, comes home from summer camp not ready to start his sophomore year of highschool, but his friends are there to help him feel better. Although not in the best of ways.

notes: This is a Euphoria-ish au but mostly it's just heavily inspired by the show (I use a few quotes), and each chapter is based on a character. There's a few parts where I cue a song title that's because I made a soundtrack to listen to while reading but I deleted it a while ago so :( if you feel like it listen to the ones I did write down. I'm apologizing now bc my writing can be a bit choppy/rushed its just cuz i have a more drabble-like style and don't know how to write between big scenes. THIS IS A DARK FIC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Hope you enjoy and sorry for this big ass paragraph.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: ass-load of angst, mental illness (depression, anxiety, bipolar, OCD, and probably more), drugs (all of them. just all of them), underage drinking, cursing, mentions of self-harm

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[Slideshow - Labrinth]

When Jungkook was 5, he wanted to be an astronaut. He wanted to fly into the sky and zip around space exploring things never before seen. His little mind was so strong, wanting to learn anything and everything. When he first learned how to read, he would read every sign he passed in the car and play games with the letters he’d find. It wasn’t long before he was placed in advanced classes with kids he'd never seen before and for the first time in his academic career, he was challenged.

When Jungkook was 10, he wanted to be a doctor. He wanted to wear a white coat and glasses and race around a hospital busy saving lives everyday. He wanted people to look to him for advice and treat him with respect. He wanted to feel needed.

When Jungkook was 14, he wanted to be a paramedic. He didn’t think he’d be smart enough to become a doctor so an EMT would have to do. His classes had begun to pile up in work to the point where he didn’t have the time to think about anything but school. He ate, slept, and breathed homework, projects, and term papers.

When Jungkook was 16, all he wanted to do was graduate. He no longer had any desire to pursue his childhood dreams. When he was asked what he wanted to do when he was older, his mind was a void. He couldn’t see any future for himself past high school. He went day to day not bothering to care about what might happen the next day. He coasted through all of his classes and dropped out of the advanced programs that his parents put him in.

His potential was like a flame. It was small at first, but still had loads of potential, so more kindling was thrown on top. The flame received it well, quickly spreading over the new material. But they kept stacking kindling. Stacking and stacking and stacking putting more and more pressure until finally….the flame died. All because he liked to read.

[Forever - Labrinth]

The clouds inched across the sky and rows of crops and fencing whipped by the car window. A stark contrast between the two. Jungkook rested his head against the glass and watched as the car began to pass more and more houses. The familiar area told him he was almost home. He should’ve been glad, elated even. He would finally get to see his friends again, but after three weeks of summer school to catch up on the class he skipped last year he’d lost the ability to smile or show any form of positivity. To say he felt like a zombie would be an insulting understatement.

The car pulled into the ever so familiar driveway and the rest of his family piled out of the car. He didn’t move. He heaved a long, anguished sigh before snatching his duffel bag from the other seat and throwing open the door.

He was out the front door again before his mom could even ask him where he was going. Speeding his bike down the empty road that he’d ridden countless times before. He could make this route with his eyes closed. The house in question came into view and Jungkook pedaled harder to close the distance. He swung one leg to the opposite pedal and straddled it until he swerved to a stop in the driveway. The house was old, hadn’t been lived in for years, wasn’t on the market, yet wasn’t scheduled to be torn down. It was the perfect place for a group of teenagers to tear apart and put back together. Without knocking, he stepped inside and was hit with the welcoming scent of booze, pizza, and weed with notes of cigarettes and coffee. Music blasting from a distant room in the house led him to the living room where he counted one, two, three, four, five people sprawled about the room. Upon noticing him standing in the doorway, they jumped up and raced to pull him into the room.

“Kook! How you been man? How’d surviving summer school go?” Taehyung was Jungkook’s best friend and unsolicited wingman. He was always trying to set him up with girls so he could get his v card punched. Taehyung was ever the ladies man. Never had trouble finding a date or a hookup. No one could blame him though. If they had that flawless, arrogant face they’d use it too. Despite his fuckboy nature, he was the best friend Jungkook ever had. They’d gone to the same school since they were 7 and Taehyung’s untamable charisma sniffed out Jungkook’s shyness rather quickly. They were inseparable and the rest is history.

“Fine I guess.”

“Kookie, come sit down! I’ve been saving your spot on the couch for you!” Jimin pulled Jungkook to the left corner of the C shaped couch. Jimin was like Taehyung in the sense that he also had no issues with finding partners. He wasn’t near as promiscuous as Taehyung, but he made up for it with his bisexuality. He had an entire other gender to choose from. Jimin was probably the nicest of the group. He always gave the best hugs and was their personal therapist. His aura seemed to coax you into opening up to him even if you hadn’t originally planned on it. He had a way of saying all the right words to make you feel better, even if it was just for a moment. On the other side of him, he was the biggest party animal the group had ever seen. Anywhere else, he was the purest angel that everyone believed could do no wrong. But at a party? Park Jimin was a demon. Seductively dancing in a stylish jacket, pants low enough to show his v-line, sweaty hair flipped back pounding shot after shot until he was the last man standing. That guy could party from sun down to sun up like it was a baby shower.

“Did you at least learn anything you missed last year?” Namjoon. Ever the parent. He was surprisingly humble given his father’s status and money. He easily had the best grades among the friends. School always came easy to him, no matter what it was. However, if you saw him outside of school, you’d never be able to guess he was one of the school’s top students. He carried an energy with him that dared anyone to mess with him or his friends. Although you didn’t see it often, he could make himself scary if he wanted to. All in all, he’s just a gentle giant that made sure everyone turned in their work.

“Absolutely nothing. I don’t know why they keep wasting their time on me.” Jungkook sighed. Hoseok threw a pillow from across the couch, smacking him in the face.

“Yah! Don’t talk about yourself like that!” Hoseok was the human charger. It didn’t matter if someone’s mama died if Hoseok was in the room there would be shenanigans. He was always the one to make some crazy dare that would end up getting them in trouble but they wouldn’t be mad because it was totally worth it. He also had great music taste and almost always was on aux. Hoseok’s vice was coke. Often the driving force behind his hyper nature, it started out as just a thing he did at parties, but slowly creeped into his everyday habits. It hadn’t become a problem yet, he vowed that as soon as he started getting nosebleeds he’d stop, although Jungkook was wary of how difficult that was going to be.

“Where’s Y/N and Yoongi?” Jungkook asked after noticing their usual spots empty.

“They left to get food. They should be coming back soon.” Jin assured him, giving him a comical slap on the thigh. Jin was the eldest, but rarely acted like it. Whenever he wasn’t making stupid dad jokes or eating he spent his time at the classical theater where he worked and sometimes acted. He planned on pursuing acting given his “world wide handsome face.” “It just has to be seen! People around the world need to swoon at my beauty” as he would put it.

No one heard the front door open and shut or noticed Y/N and Yoongi standing in the doorway of the living room.

“Food’s here.” Yoongi finally croaked. Hoseok and Jin yelped and sprung up.

“JESUS! Ever heard of announcing yourselves?! I swear you guys are the exact same person!” Y/N just gave a shrug and plopped onto the large bean bag that she’d claimed.

“Hey, Kooker.” She dragged out.

“Hi Y/N..” His unusual bland reply didn’t go unnoticed by her, but she brushed it off.

“You ready to get shit faced?” A playful grin plastered her otherwise tranquil face. A small smile poked at Jungkooks pursed lips. There was something about her character that always put him in a better mood. She was the one who invited him and Tae into the friend group in the first place, and because of that, he couldn’t be more grateful.

Yoongi tossed him a beer can and his car keys. “Start us off Jungkook.” Yoongi was by far the most terrifying one. It took some time to get to know his true person but there were still times when he still scared the shit out of him. Jungkook remembered when he first met Yoongi. He looked like he’d served time with the seasoned look in his eye that said he’d seen some shit in his day. He hadn’t spoken the entire time the group was talking and Jungkook was beginning to worry that he didn’t like him. It wasn’t til he finally spoke that Jungkook could release the breath he was holding. For someone so stoic and cold looking, he never expected him to have such a low, soft voice. He realized, Yoongi wasn’t scary, he was just quiet like him.

Jungkook took the keys and poked a hole in the bottom of the can. He pressed his lips to it and pulled the tab, sending the amber liquor shooting down his throat. He finished it with ease and crushed the can in his palm while the room cheered and chanted.

The loud music, laughing, and drugs drowned out everything in the outside world. It felt like the world ended and they were the last people left on Earth. Nothing mattered but what was right in front of them. The hours flew by until it came time for everyone to crash. Most of them were still raging drunk or high which only made them fall asleep faster. Jungkook didn’t drink much and he barely smoked. He just couldn’t get in the right headspace to enjoy any of it. So there he was, laying awake among a pile of snoring boys at some ungodly hour of the night. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out to read the text in his notifications.

[We All Knew - Labrinth]

Y/N💜: come to my office

He shimmied out from under Taehyung and Jimin and tiptoed out of the room. He followed the smell of weed through the house because where there was weed, there was Y/N. He stepped into the backyard and found her leaning against the wall, blunt between her fingers. The tip of the dark stick swelled into a bright orange when she took a drag. Smoke rolling out of her nose, she held it out for him. He hesitated.

“You're upset. Take it.” Which was a dead-on observation for Y/N, who’s not normally revolving in the same direction as planet Earth. He hesitantly took a puff from it before handing it back. She spread her arms lazily and looked at him with a beckoning stare. He sighed and walked right into her arms that wrapped around his back. She was only older than him by a year, but her old soul and almost motherly demeanor made him look up to her like she was his idol. Sometimes, he forgot he was a whole head taller than her. “Welcome home, Kookie.”

Hers was the only welcome he got that day that brought a genuine smile to his face. She had a way of making him feel welcome and wanted even if she was in a bad mood. She broke the embrace and without a word headed to the old couch by the empty swimming pool. He eventually followed her and flopped down next to her. Another gush of smoke entered the chilly air and it was handed back to him. Feeling better, he took a healthy drag and sighed out the smoke as he sunk further into the couch.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Was what obvious?”

“Me being upset.”

“Not really.” She flicked the ash off the tip of the brown stick, her gaze not breaking from its spacey stare.

“Then how’d you know?”

“Pain recognizes pain.” Y/N wasn’t one for her genius epiphanies, given that nine times out of ten on any given day she was stoned out of her mind. She wasn’t dumb, god no. He wouldn’t doubt that she was smarter than him, but she rarely exercised her ability. As great of a gift that her mind was, it was an even worse curse. An inescapable tomb of her worst fears, thoughts, and intentions, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. So naturally, she tried anything and everything to silence her mind; alcohol, weed, acid, coke, molly, you name it, she’s done it.

Jungkook wasn’t angry or disappointed by the lengths she went. He knew she was just trying to feel better, and to him, that’s all that mattered. He’d take high Y/N over no Y/N at all.

“Y/N?”

“Yep.” There was a silence while he worked up the nerve to speak.

“How…uh….how long have you felt…the way you feel?” She chuckled and let her head fall back against the couch.

“Well I smoked a blunt with Yoongi in the car this morning and then-”

“No, I mean like…w-without drugs.” Her lazy smile didn’t change, but her eyes unfocused and she grew quiet as if lost in a flashback.

“How long do you think I’ve felt this way?” He didn’t anticipate this question.

“Uh…I don’t know…you hide it really well.”

“I couldn’t tell you when it started. I don’t remember much before 7. I’m told I was a happy kid, but it didn’t feel like it at all. All my life I’ve looked around and seen that everyone was so much happier than me, and I’d ask myself, ‘Why can’t I feel like that?’ It wasn’t until I was older that I learned…I was born to suffer. That’s just my place in the world.”

“When did you finally tell anyone?”

“I didn’t. My parents found my razors.” Jungkook always thought he saw scars on her arms and legs, but her milky skin made it hard to tell. It hurt his heart to know that it was true, and that every one of those once caused her pain. The image of her forearms and thighs slick with her blood brewed tears in his eyes.

“They determined they didn’t have the knowledge to help me, so they asked me to take a tour of this mental hospital and think about their suggestion….” She paused to keep her voice from cracking. “I didn’t make it home that day. Never really forgave them after that.”

There was a long silence after that. Jungkook didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. Besides, he knew she hated condolences. “What made you start using drugs?” She took a drag of the blunt and thought about it.

“I was 13.” Really? “I found my brothers stash of weed in one of his shoes. I already knew what weed was and what it was used for, so I took about a gram and a rolling paper and taught myself how to roll a joint on my bathroom floor. I was shaking like a dog shitting peach seeds but when that joint hit, I thought…” She tilted her head to peak at him with an epiphanic smile, “This is it…This is the feeling that I’ve been waiting to feel my entire life. I thought I was sure to get caught and sent to juvie, but I wasn’t. The world went on, and I found a way to live. Now could my lifestyle kill me? Will it kill me? Yeah probably I don’t know, but at least I could’ve had a few years where I wasn’t begging the universe to put me out of my misery.” She paused to take another hit. “People often ask me, ‘Y/N why don’t you try therapy? Drugs aren’t the answer.’ Yeah well, drugs work. Therapy’s a guessing game; you never know if it’s gonna actually help or not and end up wasting your time and money. But when I take that hit, that line, that tab, the world starts to slow…and everything goes quiet…and I feel safe. In my own head. And I can see the world in color again.”

Jungkook watched her blissful face while she was lost in thought. She must’ve been pretty high because this is the most personal she’d ever gotten with him or possibly anyone that wasn’t Yoongi. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“W-what if I don’t feel what everyone else feels either..?” He pinched the skin between his fingers to keep his tears at bay, a nervous habit he’d picked up from her. She reached over and took his hand in hers, the webbing between her fingers had white and pink stripes from years of fingernails digging into the flesh.

“Jungkook,” she didn’t use his nickname, “I know how hard it was for you to say that. I want you to know how much I appreciate you telling me, because if anyone knows how you feel, it’s me. You can talk to me whenever, wherever. Even when you think it’s a bad time it’s not, because nothing in that moment is more important to me than you. I don’t want you to go through the same thing I did, so please, even if you don’t want to talk, maybe I can at least keep you company.”

For the rest of the night, Jungkook told her everything. About the pressure, the stress, the desire to collapse and let the world go on without him, his inability to see a future where he was fulfilled. The words often caught in his throat, having never said them out loud before. Y/N didn’t say much, she just wrapped them in a blanket and stroked his hair while she just let him talk. Sometimes, he’d have to stop to cry and she’d hold him a little tighter, wipe his tears away with her thumbs, and wait til he was ready again.

Eventually, he had nothing else to say, his tears dried, and his body stilled.

Babies didn’t sleep that good.

Y/N nodded off a little later but was woken up by a raccoon tipping a trash can. She rested her cheek on his head and tried to go back to sleep, but it never came. She just continued to rest her eyes while playing with Jungkook’s hair and tracing lines along his features.

She didn’t know how long she laid there but soon the birds began their routine morning songs and she was sure she wouldn’t get back to sleep now. The faint tap of shoes on the concrete perked her ears, but she kept her eyes closed. The footsteps stopped behind the couch where she sat. It was quiet before the person chuckled quietly. A warm hand smoothed back the hair in her face and a little kiss was planted on her forehead. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

“Yoongi, I’m awake you creep.” She cracked her eyes open to see her boyfriend laid over the back of the couch hovering above her, his dark hair tickling her nose. He smirked.

“Well in that case,” he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up before capturing her lips in a playful kiss. When they parted, he glanced down at Jungkooks still sleeping figure. “You guys stay out here all night?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at him and smoothed his hair back, “he just had a few things to get off his chest.” Yoongi almost asked what it was about but her face gave him an idea.

“It’s cold, you want me to take him inside?”

“It won’t wake him up will it?”

“If he’s as out as as he looks, he won’t.” She nodded and Yoongi circled around and slipped his hands under the sleeping boy’s body. Much to Y/N’s pleasant surprise, he lifted him bridal style with ease and she followed him into the house where he placed him next to the other slumbering boys.

When he straightened back up he saw her in the sliding glass door, gazing at the now dusty blue sky. She could feel his body heat on her back against the nippy outside air.

“I always loved the time just before dawn.”

“Why is that?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his cheek to hers.

“It’s so calm and peaceful. And incredibly quiet besides the birds. It’s the only time I feel truly left alone.”

“You want me to show you my favorite time of day?” She turned to him with a curious look. “Follow me.” Not long after, the two were perched on the flat portion of the roof with Yoongi’s bong sitting between them. His angular fingers effortlessly packed the bowl and held it out to her. “All yours.” She took it with a smile.

“What a gentleman~”

Soon, the sky went from a pale blue to pastel shades of orange and pink. He looked over to see her fiddling with a thread on his hoodie she was wearing. “This,” he took her jaw and guided her eyes up for her to see the sunrise, “is my favorite time of day.”

“Why?”

“It gives me hope. Kinda like you.” He was glad she didn’t say anything. She was lost in the color palette of the scene before her, the weed making everything so much more vibrant and striking. He could see the sky reflected in her eyes, making the view ten times better. More time went by and she rested her head on his broad shoulder while they watched the rest of the sunrise.

Back on the ground, Yoongi cleared the bowl and poured out the bong water before setting it on a table by the couch. Y/N was on her back in the center of the empty pool, slowly tearing a leaf above her face and analyzing how it separated cell by cell. He stood on the edge above and watched her do this another four times much to his amusement. “You wanna get breakfast?”

She was out of the pool and in his face before he could finish his sentence. “Like you have to ask.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes before turning and walking to his car. “Hey, Yoongi.”

He turned back.

“Carry me to the car like Jungkook.” He broke into a smirk and walked back to her.

“Yes ma’am.” She let out a yelp when he scooped her off her feet and marched the two of them to his car waiting on the street.

Cover photo: @BIGHITTED on Twitter

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obsessivelyloved · 3 years

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i DO have something to show you!!!!

it's gonna be under a read more bc uhhhh it's long i got kiiiiinda carried away, but this is what ive been working on for the past few days!!!!

meet your four fuckin gods!!! colored this time >:) with info abt them bc i love lore

enjoy!!! <3

matthias, god of beauty and wealth

matthias, informally referred to as matt by other gods [ he smites any humans that call him that ], is the god of beauty and wealth.

he'll tell his origin story to those that ask since he'll never pass up the chance to talk about himself. he was a prince from england that was kidnapped from his home, killed before anyone got a chance to find him. a higher goddess admired him for his looks and gave him godly powers to both get revenge on those that killed him and keep his beauty forever.

some mortals, and even other gods, rumor that he had a lover when he was mortal whom he lost during his kidnapping, one who he used to search the underworld for every day. matthias hasn't denied nor confirmed this, but gets upset if anyone mentions it.

offerings to matthias must always consist of only the best of fresh foods, fruits, treasures, and jewelry. if a mortal doesn't worship him, give him any offerings, or hasn't said a single thing about his greatness? they basically don't exist to him. he won't ever hesitate to sap any rich person of their wealth, same with attractive people and their beauty, if they ever disrespect his name in any way.

eddicus, god of creativity.

eddicus, listen i couldn't find anything on google cut me some slack, called edd by only the other main four gods of this au, is the god of creativity.

his origin is much less gruesome than the others so far. it was after he passed away due to a sickness that was spreading around his home village. he was an artist who made a lot of drawings and carvings of himself if he were an all powerful god. his family gave them away, all who received them passing it off as just a fantasy until a piece actually came to the god. said god was probably merciful, or just feeling bored that day, but they went out of their way to find eddicus's soul in the underworld and grant him the powers he wanted in life. good for him.

he appreciates humans, never truly forgetting that he was once one of them. he often disguises himself as a mortal to go to art galleries and admire the creations. sometimes, he'll covertly make friends with some and grant them some of his power to be able to see what they make and get gifts from them!

this doesn't mean he doesn't have fun, as much as he's friendly to mortals he always finds it hilarious to mess with them. when he's in need of an extra hard laugh? he'll sap the creativity from someone and force them into an art block, giggling away as he watches them lose their marbles. he'll give them their motivation back of course, he's not cruel, but he does it often for shits and giggles.

thomas, god of nature and monsters.

thomas, yes that's a proper name i looked it up, called tom by usually anyone, is the god of nature and monsters.

his origin is the only one that didn't happen because of his death. in his mortal life, thomas always had a passion for caring for nature. he tended to farms and crops better than anyone else in his village, and sometimes invited wildlife into his home to care for them and give them a place to stay during extreme weather. a higher god noticed this, how thomas would even go out into the forest with offerings for monsters, and granted him power over them.

thomas used his newfound power to get even closer to nature before he actually began doing important god things. he even created his own species of monsters, their purple toned horns and skin and voided eyes not unlike thomas's own. he cares for them like he would his own pets, always making sure that humans stay far away from their environments. his monsters are always docile unless provoked, and he even sends them to protect villages if he feels like it.

when he actually started doing important things, he was appointed overseer of crops. thomas often disguised himself as a mortal and went around, village to village, handing out crops during bad farming seasons and giving advice on how to grow better during proper seasons. otherwise he leaves humans to their own devices, so long as they don't hurt wild animals or his monsters he doesn't pay them any mind.

thorkid, god of bravery, war, and bloodshed.

thorkid, informally referred to as tord by those he allows, is primarily known as the god of war. he is also the god of bravery and bloodshed; soldiers, gladiators, and citizens alike inspired by him and his fighting spirit.

his origin story is unknown, though many have different theories. some say he was executed for war crimes and the higher gods saw potential in him, some say he died in battle and his passion for war called to the gods to replace his lost blood with ichor and grant him his immense power. regardless, thorkid is both feared and respected.

feared by those who commit injustices in battle and abuse their power, those who prey on the weak. the few who've survived thorkid's wrath have said that their vision became misty, thorkid's gleaming golden helmet and spear crystal clear through the fog. their strength was sapped from them until they couldn't hold themself up, the fog surrounding them weighing on their lungs until they couldn't take more than shallow breaths.

respected by soldiers who claim to have seen him in the distance, him being just close enough to the battlefield for them to see his proud smirk. some even say that they've fought side by side with him against their opponents. the surviving gladiators who claim to have seen him in the seats of the coliseum, his eyes trained on them as he watched them fight. his very presence gave them a passion to hang on and fight tooth and nail to survive.

thorkid himself sees humans as nothing more than playthings for his amusement. hell, the only reason he punishes some is because it's something for him to do. seems he's forgotten his humanity.

he enjoys watching them and their needless fights, over other humans or territory or possessions. it's pathetic to him; the way they waste their limited energy and time fighting.

but by gods, does it fuel him.

watching their battles, all the victories and surrenders and blood and tears shed and souls sent to the underworld. sometimes even joining whatever side he favors, just to get the adrenaline rush and the blood spattered all over himself. cleaning and shining his spear after a war gives him a sense of triumph.

and there's no pic of them since they're an insert, but reader is the deity of wrath and punishment!

after the original fic, which would serve as their origin story, people hear about them and start building temples and giving them offerings.

mortals that feel that they've been wronged would send offerings to reader so that reader can make their offenders pay. by either fucking up their life or just killing them.

and if reader chooses to kill them, to run salt in the wound, the person's soul will be sent to the underworld to be tortured endlessly for all eternity. so.. endlessly rubbing salt into all of their wounds.

#4 gods au #Lmao Matt really said. SILENCE peasants you will refer to me as my great title or you shall PERISH #Saloonatics????? SALOONATICS???? I SEE THAT #no poor prince Matthew and Royalty Reader :(((. F to detective Edward in that au #😭 😭 😭 no!!!! Royalty Reader bestie. They’re gone 😭 and he probably spent years upon years looking for them #and promising to himself that he’ll find them and take care of them again.#that he’ll be able to finally get to treat them better than he was in the castle and take them to see and do things neither of them ever go #wonder if….. Reader looks like Royalty Reader and that’s how they caught his eye 👀#He probably has a collection of things his followers give him!!!! Most likely a separate place #from wherever he lives with the other 4 gods too since they probs complained about how much space it takes up dsjfdsbjfs #yeah he really said 😒 I Do Not See. to the people who’ve never even said a good thing about him sndfskfdshfjs #👀☠ okay sapping a person’s beauty sounds TERRIFYING!!! I see that going quite a few ways and none of them are pretty in the slightest.#He looks…… So pretty. I love his earrings and the little golden heart on his chest!!!#DSJBJKDJFSJFGDSJ NO ITS OKAY Edd’s great <3 <3 <3 #Ok I know this is supposed to be happy but this made me think of Edd just pouring his heart and soul into his works since #he knew he wasn’t going to live long.#every painting and artwork he did for himself was filled with wish fulment and yearning to be stronger since sickness tends #to leave the person weak as it gets worse #hnnnnggg…... hooray another god liked his works!!! gave him life!!! Love that Edd still remembers what it was like to be human :))#aw I can totally picture him standing in an art museum. Looking in awe at the things people have created and wanting to save the memories i #yes!!!! he likes every new friend he makes no matter how short his time with them is :). He probably feels like a rush of satisfaction #as he gets to see what they create with the small portion of his power.#NJDSIHFSDHFDSKDHK I BET SEEING PEOPLE LOSE THEIR SHIT IN ART BLOCKS IS FUNNY #I love the contrast between Matt and Tom. Matt hates mortals even whispering what’s not his full name and Tom just. He doesn’t care LMAO #ok yes go Tom!!!! he didn’t die :)) <3 <3 <3 go bestie live ur best life #horns!!!! He’s got horns and a tail!!!! I love them so much he looks great and I love how he had #so much love in him that he created beautiful monsters that took after his image #Aw I’m just imagining him taking Reader or any of his lovers to the area of his monsters to pet and dote on them <3 <3 <3 hearts melting #Oh i love how he’ll help humans sometimes!!#That’s great of him and I bet so many villages swear up and down that he’s visited them and saved them

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undercoveravenger · 4 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Iiiii wanna request one of the wolf boys of your choice in Twilight imprinting on Bella’s younger brother and how the Cullens were involved cuz they all baby him so much. Thank you & I love your works a lot btw, hope you have a nice day”

A/N: I went with Paul, bc that gives Emmett reason to go angry brother bear mode lol, hope that’s okay!

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“Why am I here again?” You asked, looking over at your sister. The two of you, along with the entire Cullen family, were hanging around in some snow-covered clearing in the woods, waiting for the Quileute wolves to show up so that they could renegotiate the treaty, so that, hopefully, the Cullens could turn Bella without causing a full-on war to break out. “I get that this is important to you and all, but Bells, I’m human, and I don’t really want that to change, so I don’t see how this involves me.”

“Because you’re an honorary Cullen, human or otherwise.” Bella grinned at you, reaching over to shove you playfully, “And Emmett wouldn’t shut up about seeing his future brother-in-law again, so I figured this would be a good time to bring you to visit.” She shrugged, looking back out toward the wall of trees in the direction of the reservation, “Besides, having another normal person here might help convince everyone to keep a level head.”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest, “Bells, you’re a lot of things, but normal definitely isn’t one of them.” You waited with your sister for a few more minutes before getting bored and going to go talk to Alice and Jasper.

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Time seemed to have been passing even slower for Emmett than it had been for you, since you’d barely even greeted the dainty vampire and her mate before the brunet’s arms snaked around your waist and dragged you up against his chest and you barely had enough time to close your eyes before he was suplexing you into a snow drift.

To mess with him, you remained perfectly still once he’d let go of you, even going so far as to hold your breath. There was a lot of shouting, far more than if it had been just the Cullens to witness your little prank, meaning the wolves had undoubtedly arrived just in time to see you get pitched into a snowbank. There was the expected moment of arguing but before you knew it, you’d been hauled up out of the snow by a pair of arms so warm that you had to wonder whether hypothermia had set in upon impact.

“What the hell, leech?!” The chest you were being held against rumbled as it’s owner growled, “Not enough to have to kill things to exist, now you go killing your own sympathizers!”

You could hear Emmett snarling and you knew that you needed to intervene before things got even further out of hand. You jerked against the stranger’s grip, forcing yourself out of their arms and back to your feet. “Don’t get your fur in a bunch, Fido,” you grumbled, stumbling a little as you tried to regain your balance. “I’m fine, just a little colder than I’d like to be.” It was then that you looked up at your ‘rescuer.’

His hands were still extended out toward you to help steady you if you needed it, but now you’d been knocked off balance for an entirely different reason. He was tall, towering over you easily even though you really weren’t all that short yourself, and he was built, with thick arms and a defined chest and abs and the rich russet color of his skin only made his musculature all the more appealing. Suddenly you were a little regretful that your playing-dead act had ended so soon. He had close cropped black hair that nearly matched the pitch-dark eyes that were fixated on you, like the two of you were the only people left in the world.

His lips twitched up into a tiny grin, like it was meant for you and you only. “Hi,” he said, voice small and breathless like he’d just run a marathon. “I’m Paul.”

You’d opened your mouth to respond when you were cut off by the celebratory whoops and hollers coming from the rest of the wolf pack. Your brows furrowed and you turned away from Paul to see what all the commotion was about.

You could see Edward murmur something quietly to the rest of the family, dark amber eyes flickering warily between the two of you. Emmett bristled, storming over and planting himself between the two of you. “No way in hell,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Any of the other mutts I could’ve learned to live with, but you? Fat fucking chance.”

The werewolf’s shoulders straightened and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. “It’s not really any of your business anyway.”

“Not my business?” Emmett hissed, tensing at the insinuation. “(M/N)’s my best friend! It’s definitely my business if some mongrel thinks it’s his place to come try and steal him away!”

It was fair to say that you were incredibly confused, but you knew that your first step needed to be defusing the situation. “Emmett,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder as you spoke, “You wanna tell me what’s got you so pissy?”

Rosalie was the one to answer you, stalking forward to stand beside her husband and glare at Paul. “This pathetic little puppy imprinted on you.”

“Imprinted?” Your brows furrowed and you glanced toward the rest of the pack for an explanation.

Jacob, the only one of the wolves you’d actually met before now, nodded at you, “It’s, uh, kind of like soulmates. When a wolf imprints, it’s like their person is the only thing that matters anymore. Like they’re what’s holding you to the planet, not gravity.”

“Oh.” Well. That hadn’t been what you were expecting. You turned back to look at the vampires blocking you from Paul’s sight, nudging your way past them with a sigh so you could look up at Paul. “Is that true? Did you imprint on me?”

You could see him swallow hard before he forced himself to speak, “Y-yeah.” He was quick to backtrack, “But it doesn’t have to be r-romantic or anything, if that’s not what you want or you aren’t into guys or anything. We could just be friends? Or, uh, whatever you want me to be, really?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little; he was cute when he got flustered. “Tell you what, after this, if negotiations go well, I’ll let you take me out to dinner and we can talk about it, okay?”

Paul brightened, a wide grin taking over his features, “Yeah? Yeah.” He paused, seemingly getting lost in thought for a second, “Yeah-” He pulled a face, “I said that already. Um, sure. Anywhere you want is fine, I’ll just be happy to be there,” he grinned at you sheepishly, ducking his head to hide the faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Carlisle chose that moment to interrupt, “Well, with that excitement settled,” he started, shooting the two of you an amused grin. Esme smiled at the two of you from her place beside him, “I believe we have a treaty to discuss?”

Emmett and Rosalie headed back to the rest of the Cullens with a huff, but the rest didn’t seem all too bothered about your new bodyguard/soulmate. Alice even looked excited, bouncing up and down on her toes and speaking quickly to Jasper, probably already planning your wedding even though you and Paul had just barely met.

You took a few steps toward the group before a thought struck you. You turned to look over your shoulder at the werewolf, “Hey, Paul? You said you’d be anything I needed you to, right?”

He perked up as you addressed him, grinning back at you. “Absolutely.”

“Well,” you started, smirking mischievously, “I’m still pretty chilly, so I could really use a space heater?”

Paul smiled as he realized what you meant, waiting until you turned back to listen to the negotiations to drape himself over you, slipping his arms around your middle so he could pull you flush against his chest. He pressed a barely-there kiss to your shoulder before setting his chin there so he could still see what was happening. He may not have known what you’d want from him in the future, but right now, with you in his arms, Paul was perfectly content.

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scpstim · 4 years

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i'm trying to start up my own kin blog for scps and whatnot and i was wondering if you would be able to give me pointers/tips on making stim boards? is there an easy way to crop/resize gifs so they theyre all square and not messing up the look of the board? the one im trying to make had the porportions all weird because of the size of the gifs i assume,,, sorry if this is inappropriate to ask!

dont worry,, this isnt inappropriate at all!!

for cropping gifs i use https://ezgif.com/crop - and i think most other stimblogs do too, so youll be in good company!! its specifically got a ‘square’ option which is really helpful!!

i usually just use gifs that others have made bc im lazy, so i think its great that youre making ur own gifs!! ill probably end up stealing a few for my boards >:D

( that was a goof. please do not actually steal gifs. always put a link to the original in your board’s description )

speaking of - some folks like to just put the url credit in the tags, but that kinda sucks bc when people reblog the board then the credit is lost .. so i wouldnt recommend this

theres also a thing where you put your credit in the image caption but bc tumblr sucks it sometimes doesnt work? so i wouldnt recommend that either. putting the links in the board description isnt the prettiest option but i think its definitely what works best

finally!! be careful!! for some reason a lot of stim blogs are run by really gross fucks,, dont use their gifs, dont link to their blogs, just block them. it would take me way too long to tell you every single blog you should avoid but theres a comprehensive list here ( warning for mentions of abuse, pedophilia, racism, antisemitism, transmisogyny ) , & you can use your best judgement

sorry for the downer ending but.. please just have fun!! making stimboards is really satisfying/calming for me & im sure youll enjoy it too!! welcome to the community!!

#not stim #long post //#Anonymous

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brace urself, this is for the writing meta ask: 2, 6, 7, 14, 17, 19, 20 (if you need a direction for this... I always wanted to hear more about Bring Me Roses), 21, 22, and 24 bc i'm nosy and still very into your craft. thank you buddy!!

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

I'm so excited/terrified to finally start my knb college AU. I've been sitting on this idea for almost two years I'm so ready but at the same time I'm so not ready.

The gist is it's every single self-indulgent, chaotic, projection-ridden idea I've ever wanted for these boys all rolled in a big ball of shenanigans and character growth. It's a beautiful mess and I can't wait to make it happen as soon as ANR is done.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

This is gonna come right the fuck out of left field, but I love writing Himuro. I have so much fun writing just... snark, and that boy is the perfect outlet, there's no bottom to that salt mine. I remember getting a similar kick out of writing Tsukishima in the past, I just live for sassy dialogue. It ain't much but it's honest work.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

My style is very present, I think (which is funny bc there was a time I never would have considered writing present tense) focusing on what's happening and how it makes the character feel in the moment. I like to write specific, detailed imagery, but I try to keep it short and relevant to the scene, so I can move along and focus on what's important. I wouldn't call it fast-paced, exactly, but it is pretty to-the-point. And I think, based on the feedback I've received, that people who read my fics might agree with that. I've heard that my writing is very personal and character-driven, and I think that might be a byproduct of the time I spent writing in first person. Now I write almost exclusively third person limited, but I still like to get in the character's head and tell the story from their "point of view", I guess.

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

It depends almost entirely on how quick I'm able to come up with a pun lol. Sometimes a fic has a title before I've even written the first sentence, sometimes I have to scramble for something, anything in the last few seconds before I publish it. A lot of the time I'll have a working title like "that one really fucked up aokaga oneshot" for pretty much the duration of writing a new fic… and a lot of the time I'll end up using song titles, even though we're past the days of writing songfics.

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

I think, to a degree, people get different things from my writing than I intended -- which is good! The way a piece of writing can be interpreted completely differently depending on who's reading it is one of the best things about being a writer tbh. I think people might be surprised, though, how different my fics often turn out from how I set out to make them. These days I've usually got a pretty detailed outline for what's going to happen, but even with all the preparation in the world, sometimes a fic will take a sudden detour I didn't expect, or something I wrote before will take on new meaning and change the direction I meant to go in. This definitely happens more with my longer fics, but there are times even with oneshots where I look back at what I set out to write, and what I ended up writing, and they're completely different.

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

I tend to write a lot of scenes with characters talking while in the car (cars are an intentional motif in ANR, but in something like GWGE there's not actually a lot of narrative purpose to this) I don't know why, maybe because it's a convenient way to have characters talk one-on-one, or maybe it's because I've had a lot of meaningful conversations while riding passenger, couldn't tell you, but it's cropped up more than once in my current fics and will probably feature in some of my upcoming ones (the college AU strikes me as a likely candidate), and I think it's worth taking note of.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

SINCE you mentioned Bring Me Roses, and I never really get to talk about it, pls allow me to go on a lengthy tangent about my most underrated fic of all time. (Like 90% of the reason it's still incomplete almost two years later is because the response when I posted it was so underwhelming, but I still stand by it. Someday I'll finish it, hopefully, if just for myself.)

I'm so fucking proud of the language in this one. It's not perfect, by any means, but the imagery in my opinion is very strong, and almost every line of dialogue is saying something without really saying it. There are frequent allusions that something happened to Aomine's mother, relatively recently, and that Momoi is worried about him overworking out of grief or guilt, but none of those things are ever actually stated. There's also some pretty heavy implicit flirting between Aomine and Kuroko, even if it's a bit unusual and they're both playing it coy at this stage, the chemistry is there and the interest is mutual. And of course, because it's a florist AU, the flower symbolism… I spent so long researching bouquets, plant husbandry, how to prep and preserve cut flowers, and of course… flower meanings. The main ones that keep getting brought up are dahlias, which have just as many negative connotations as positive ones, including betrayal and instability, but also dignity, creativity and change, and come in a variety of colors shapes and even sizes (Islander or "dinnerplate" dahlias were definitely going to feature in part 2… as well as the connection between them and Aomine's mother). I know a lot of these things might not hit as hard because there's no actual payoff (yet), but still, in terms of "show don't tell" and setting up things to come, I don't think I have a single better example in my fic repertoire, I really went all out with this.

It's a shame I never got to follow through, but I got the impression that there just wasn't a lot of interest, and even if that alone is kind of a dumb reason not to continue, after I worked so hard to pull off what I did, the lack of response really killed my motivation. (I wonder sometimes if it would've been better received if it was an AoKaga fic… actually, I don't need to wonder, I'm sure it would have been, but that's not the story I set out to tell and I'm not going to change it.)

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Oh, I'd love to do some of my fics as comics. I even tried it at one point; GWGE was going to be a comic originally, before I decided a multichapter fic would probably be less exhausting (the first couple pages are still floating around in my art tag somewhere, though this was back in high school so the quality is… heh).

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Yeah… I reread a lot. Usually while I'm working on a new chapter, I'll go over the ones that lead up to it to make sure I don't repeat the same phrases too much and that the continuity lines up, and I'll also admit to going back and just reading my own fics for fun. Sometimes the only one who's written exactly what I want to see is me.

How I feel about them depends on the fic… some of my older ones are a mix of nostalgia and cringe tbh, but there are some I still genuinely enjoy revisiting from time to time.

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Oh hell yeah. For… better and worse, honestly. I feel like I've lost some fluidity and confidence in my writing, and it sometimes turns kind of stilted, so I try to overcompensate which results in pretty jarring changes of tone, but at the same time, I've gotten much better with rhythm and syntax, my grammar skills are always improving, and I'm able to incorporate a lot more intentional meaning and subtext without always stating things outright.

#shin speaks #writer woes #this turned out... long #long post #knb #anr #bmr #gwge #aokaga #aokuro #meta #thanks friend it was really fun answering these!#not sure if I need a... readmore break here... ah well #answered

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suprcalifraglistc-blog · 7 years

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but tip of the top , cream of the crop , is mary po.ppins & there we stop ! my fourth & final character is the jewel of my heart , mary po.ppins who , honestly , is the ultimate Mom Friend . i’ve got influences for her from movie , stage musical , & even bits from the book so bare with me & here we go with the info under the cut !

PRACTICALLY PERFECT IN EVERY WAY !

known by all of us for her very long & hard to spell word , her lesson on what helps medicine go down , & obviously being the most famed & perfect nanny in the world . she typically blows in ( literally ) to wherever she may be needed with a strong wind from the east & will serve as a nanny to children of troubled families . she teaches lessons important not just to the children but their parents as well until the family is mended . at this point the winds will change , coming from the west , & mary will leave without a word , content that her work there is done . mary is quite the conundrum , though , if you put too much thought to her . why , how , & what she does is something she never explains . however , it’s not to worry about because why you may not have an explanation for it you can assume that whatever she is doing is the best possible thing to be doing . best thing to do is not question her & just accept her it makes things much more delightful with her !

MARY + PERSONALITY : mary is never cross nor cruel nor unpleasant in just about any fashion . she’s kindhearted , polite at all times & any place , no nonsense even when things have no sense about them , rarely judgemental , observant & attentive , extremely clever , & , really , the list goes on . one thing you can fault her on , however , is that she is quite vain as she is quite aware of how wonderful she is . she’s whimsical but yet still very proper & elegant . she’s a very refined person even when doing things you wouldn’t exactly call refined such as dancing atop a roof with chimney sweeps & you’d be surprised how polished she can still manage to even when her face is covered in soot . she’s , as the measurement on her personality tape measure tells her , practically perfect in every way . however , being practically perfect is not as effortless as mary makes it seem . the hardest part being that , as she says , “practically perfect people never let sentiment muddle their thoughts” . mary strays away from being sentimental & forming strong attachments . she knows , after all , that it would be foolish to grow sentimental to people she will inevitably leave once the wind changes . due to this she rarely gets extremely close to people . she’ll make friends , she’s wonderful at doing that seeing as she’s delightful to almost everyone , but she practically never opens up to people about herself & strays form lasting attachments as to not let her heart muddle her mind .

MARY + MAGIC : as we know mary is capable of some form of magic . what the full extent of her magic is , however , we don’t know . things mary has been shown to have done include but are not limited to giving objects sentience (she’s done this with jane & michael’s toys & , in the stage version , statues) as well as moving objects with but a snap of her fingers (some kinda telekinesis i guess is what you’d say that is) , flying (via help of her umbrella usually) , speaking to animals , creating solid structures from clouds (she’s sitting on a cloud the start of the movie & in step in time creates stairs to the sky from a smoke stack) , bringing drawings to life & going inside them as well as bringing others with her into the drawings , & transporting to fantastical worlds (bit more of stuff like that in the books) . also one of the most wild accounts of her magic is (and i’m not making this next part the fuck up) in the stage version , in the second act . mary returns to the banks household where they have replaced her with mr. banks’ old nanny , ms. andrews : a cruel & horrid woman who threatens to harm the children for running away & feed them disgusting medicine . mary has a sort of nanny face off with her & , without moving from the stairs , mary somehow controls ms. andrews to chug the entire bottle of her own disgusting medicine . afterwards the lights go red as a large , human-sized bird cage rises from the floor (or comes out the wall depends on what version you’re seeing) with smoke also coming out beneath it & mary controls ms. andrews to go inside the cage then the cage sinks back into the floor until it’s gone along with ms. andrews shrieking . again , mary never moved from the stairs during this she controlled ms. andrews entirely with her mind . so , yeah , shit i guess mary can physically control others with her mind as well as fucking ... damn people to hell ? because i literally don’t know what else you would call that ? point is while mary’s magic is usually used for fantastical & fun purposes . . . she is powerful & i suggest you not mess with her . from all that we’ve seen she’s done it can be assumed that mary possess potentially reality warping magic or something close to it & she has very good control over it .

MARY + ORIGINS : where did mary come from & what is she are questions that have haunted me for years . she has family . in the book she states that uncle albert is her uncle though , as many people refer to him as uncle albert , it’s unclear whether that is simply many people refer to him as their uncle or if he’s an actual relative of hers . he is shown to have some sort of magic , though , as he floats when he laughs & can cause others to do the same & , in the book , he makes a mention to mary’s mother saying that she would befriend cows which shows that uncle albert is close to her family & it suggests that mary’s mother had magic as well & talked to animals . mary possibly comes from a line of people with magic though she seems to be the most powerful & in control of them all . i’ve read a description once on a disney website that said mary was “a good fairy” yet in the book she does give some sort of explanation to her powers saying that all children are born with magic like hers but as they get older they lose that power & forget about it but she simply never lost hers. in effort to mesh these together i’ve come up with the idea that , yes , all have magic at birth but only the rarest few can retain it after childhood & that , in mary’s world , those people are what came to be known as faries . those who have kept their magic outside of childhood are thought to be faries since they were able to do that . so , while she doesn’t directly call herself it , mary is a good fairy . she also has a distinct connection with the wind as it seems to direct where she goes & when she leaves ... i don’t have anything for that perhaps it’s just being her so in touch with the world & magic . she also seems to have been doing her nannying job for quite sometime & has wisdom beyond her physical age . with that i’m going with that if you manage to retain a considerable amount of your magic into adulthood , your lifespan is expanded . not immortal , but expanded so that you’re younger longer as you age slower . so who knows how old uncle albert is or if her mother is still alive & how old she is & mary is much older than she appears . because that makes sense to me & i like it .

WHERE I’VE TAKEN HER FROM : after the story , & probably then some . she’s helped the banks & gone to other homes , wherever the winds take her , & now the winds have simply blown her here & they’re not changing . therefore mary believes this is just where she’s meant to be though this is the first time the winds have simply brought her somewhere with no job to do . with no charges to take care of she’ll still find her own things to keep her busy but , for once in her life , she doesn’t quite know what’s going on .

BULLET POINT RECAP !

mary is a very wonderful person but she is a bit vain bc she knows it

mary is “practically perfect in every way” but doesn’t let herself grow personally close to people nor does she let herself get sentimental bc “practically perfect people never let sentiment muddle their thoughts”

mary’s magic is fucking powerful

like she possibly has powers capable of reality warping

thank god she uses these powers to help children rather than like fucking take over the world holy shit

she sent a woman to hell yall what the fuck

mary comes from a magic family

everyone is magical at birth but you lose your magic & forget about as you grow

mary did not lose it or forget about

people like mary who dont lose their magic are what faires are in mary’s world so mary is a sort of good fairy

when you dont lose your magic when you grow into an adult you age slower making you younger longer so mary’s older than she looks & has been nanning probably for decades

mary knows she’s supposed to be here , as this is where she was taken to by the wind , but doesn’t really get why there’s no specific nanny job for her to do here .

THIS IS THE END ! TIME FOR SHORT HEADCANONS !

WHAT BERT IS TO HER : bert is , easily , the closest to mary . there’s still a lot he doesn’t know about her , as she does her best to keep him at arm’s length , but he does know her more than others & is who she spends most her free time alongside when she can . however , the more time she spends with bert the more she finds herself becoming fond of him , far more fond than she is of most . while she won’t admit it bert has earned a special place in her heart & she looks forward to those second tuesdays off when she , no children by her side , gets to see him & spend the day with him . she limits herself to only those second tuesdays to have this personal time with him , though , because any more time & sentiment may just muddle her .

MARY’S NEVER PHASED : she’s literally never shocked or surprised or lost for words . there’s only a few things that could possibly be capable of rendering her speechless . VERY few things . this isn’t just because she’s the most perfect person alive but also because she’s honestly seen & been put through some SHIT . she’s a nanny for troubled families & not all those troubles are limited to things like a father who ignores his children , is run by the stress of his job , & has no time for his family . whatever mary is , she is surely a saving guardian angel to some children out there who she’s been to .

MORE POSSIBLY COMING LATER !

#enchanted:intro #THIS IS .. . .. MY LO NGEST INTRO POST YET #yall thought the others were long WELL STRAP IN THIS TIME I WROTE A BOOK #bio post #puts dots between some stuff to keep out the tags

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