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d1ner · 1 month

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fwb: nanami kento (18+)

nanami kento doesn't know how to be just "friend's with benefits".

tags: (fem aligned user) (uses y/n) (jealousy) (not proofread also sorry this is my first real smut ive posted on tumblr) (uses the L word (gasp!))

(art for header found on pinterest)

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fwb!nanami didn't know how to approach you, his friend and colleague, about being friend's with benefits. he wasn' the kind of man to just have sex with someone. he didn't fuck- he made love. it wasn't until gojo dug his nose in, asking you if you'd ever want a fwb within earshot of nanami- you saying you wouldn't be opposed- that made him even think to ask.

fwb!nanami who brought a bouquet of roses to your apartment the first time he came over to "netflix and chill," stumbling over his words and acting like an utter fool in front of you. it was cute, and you eased him into the situation as naturally and slowly as your body would allow. his arm was awkwardly placed on your shoulder as you nuzzled up against him on the couch, and he seemed all too focused on the movie that was playing.

"kento, do you just wanna watch the movie and try again another day?" your soft voice cooed, and it made him fall apart, the sweat on the back of his neck rolling down his back. oh god, you were so pretty. he knew he wasn't doing anything right, and yet you still looked up at him so affectionately. this isn't what friends with benefits act like, was it?

"n-no, i'm just.. i've never done anything like this before." he swallowed whatever moisture had stayed in his dry mouth, forcing himself to meet your eyes, only to meet an understanding gaze that tore down all of his walls.

"it's okay, we can go slow."

fwb!nanami who's so gentle with you during your first time together. even though you wanted your brains fucked out, his gentle touch and praise that spilled from his lips as you sunk onto his length was equally satisfying.

"you're so warm n tight, y/n.. i can't, 's too much. you feel so good," nanami groaned, his hands kneading your hips as your lips kissed along his neck, licking soothing stripes along his sensitive skin to ease him through it.

he wasn't a virgin, but still.. this. this was new. fucking someone just to fuck them. to fuck you, his gorgeous friend who had always behaved so normally towards him. would things stay normal between you two? he was already overthinking. how did friends with benefits just stay friends when all he could think about was how pretty your face twisted in pleasure, how soft your skin felt-

"kento," the sound of your sighed moan snapped him into reality, and he whimpered in his low, gentle voice, his head falling back against the couch as you rolled your hips against him. that's right- all he needed to think about right now was how good you felt milking his cock, not how your friendship was gonna turn out tomorrow.

"oh, fuck, y/n."

fwb!nanami who didn't wanna leave you that night when you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest. carefully, he carried you to bed, tucking you in while stroking his fingers through your hair.

"stay," your sleepy, mumbly voice shot an arrow through his chest just as he was trying to quietly leave your bedroom.

yes, of course he'd stay. you'd taken such good care of him, making sure he was comfortable while taking every last drop of cum he had to offer. he didn't realize how pent up he was until he unloaded into you the first time. but once your lips wrapped around him maybe an hour later, he grew more needy, thrusting his dick down your throat as he gently massaged the nape of your neck.

hesitantly he snuggled into bed with you, your sleeping form molding perfectly against his, your face subconsciously nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close. were friends with benefits supposed to be this intmate? should his heart be racing like this?

but as the events of the day weighed heavier on him, he couldn't bear it, trying to find a way to fall asleep. with your steady breaths and warmth as you cuddled him it wasn't hard to get drowsy, but his thoughts consumed him. maybe this was a mistake- him and his bleeding heart.

fwb!nanami who made you breakfast the next morning. and everytime after that. he always brought you an offering like roses or flowers when he'd come over, and treat you like a queen each morning, kissing along your body to wake you up, tasting you before you'd get a taste of his cooking.

it was cathartic for him. no strings attached, just pleasure. it took him a while to understand the point in it, perhaps less stress?

though his heart still raced everytime you sat with him at work or hung out with him- not calling it a date.

"ken, you shouldn't have. we're just grabbing coffee," you whined with your face flushed red. again, this princely man bought your coffee for you and pulled out your chair as you sat at the cafe.

"i wanted to," he would say everytime, shaking his head. and he said the same when he insisted on walking you home from work, fucking you when you got home from work, massaging your muscles from the stress of work, oh lord this man was head over heels-

fwb!nanami who didn't realize he had fallen in love with you until someone at the grocery store asked for your number.

how could someone walk up to you, standing so pretty next to the shopping cart both you and him were putting groceries in, and ask if you were single? as if nanami wasn't standing right there, pushing your shopping cart, guiding you out of the traffic of other shoppers with his hand on the small of your back?

"oh, thank you, but i'm not interested in dating right now." was your response, making nanami's neck tighten. what does that mean? what were you two doing there?

you weren't dating, no. the point is that you were friends with benefits. no strings attached. just fucking, just pleasing each other. this grocery trip was as friends, the breakfasts together were as friends, the sex was as friends-

"ken," again, your voice was like the smooth, untouchable hand pulling him out of a bush full of thorns and pulling him into your softness. "did we get garlic already?"

"mhm," was the only sound to escape his throat. to hell if you were dating or not- he needed you, perhaps even more than you needed him. or at least more than you realized you needed him.

fwb!nanami who pounded you hard into the mattress that night. he was a gentle lover for the most part, always checking in on you, whispering your praises, moaning into your ear as he finished in you.

not tonight. he needed to let out that pent out rage, towards the person who asked you out of course- not you.

"who's this pretty pussy belong to, hmm?" he chuckled as he gripped your hair tighter, pressing your face down into your pillow harder. His free hand was holding your hips with a bruising grip, keeping your ass up as he fucked you into another orgasm.

"k-ken, aagh," you mewled, your hands balling into fists as you held the sheets tighter. "'m yours kento, f-fuck.."

he smiled- it was dizzying, your voice being so broken and yet so his. "that's it beautiful. all mine."

by the time he was satisfied he was dripping sweat, his chest against your back as his breath came out in ragged pants.

of course, ever the gentleman, he slowly slid his cock out from you, watching with possessiveness and satisfaction as his cum dribbled down your folds, and then your bruised thighs. a part of him felt bad for being so rough, but then watching your legs tremble and your pussy pulse around nothing made him feel much less guilty.

"lemme take care of you, pretty," he murmured, helping you stand before carrying you to the bathroom. he was so sweet, sitting down on the bench in the shower, having you on his lap facing him as he washed the sweat and mess off your body with his large yet gentle hands.

you were drowsy from the mix of getting fucked stupid and the heat of the shower, and nanami's soapy hands kneading at your flesh was only making you feel more at ease. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, arms weakly wrapping around him.

"love you, ken," you murmured into his neck, eyes fluttering to try and stay open.

nanami froze, feeling an intense rush of heat rise to his face from ear to ear. he was sure that he would be the one to say it first. with how he worshipped you, he was positive that the words would leave his tongue first.

but alas there you were, softly kissing his collarbone as you fought to stay awake. his heart swelled, more than his cock as it twitched. god, he could fuck you again just for saying that. but more than that he wanted so desperately to kiss you.

"i love you too, y/n," he hummed, tilting your head up to meet your content smile, pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, as if he had never kissed you before.

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nailisaa · 4 months

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love transforms

(announcement at the end)

fear was the cause of most of my problems. now that i've discovered this as the root, its a lot easier to deal with now. i can imagine some of you do as well which is why i wanted to share this. part 3 of edwards's series is truly incredible, we don't speak of it enough despite some of us truly needing it right now. you and your feelings are valid, but because no one deserves to live in fear ever, we should know how to manage it.

THROUGH LOVE.

i know. this may not make sense at first. most people would just say "flip the thoughts" or do something to regain control. but truthfully there is no reason flip fearful thoughts first. you are much greater than them... and more importantly: that isn't the root.

if the root is fear, remove the feeling of fear entirely by first taking responsibility for what you're conscious of being. i understand that most struggle to, but if you can acknowledge the harm this cycle has done, you can also break it by ALLOWING yourself to experience lovelier thoughts instead. meaning, that if you've created fearful thoughts that means it HAS NO POWER ON ITS OWN. NONE. this should be the best news, to realize you are more than your thoughts.

CHOOSE LOVE OVER FEAR.

"Second, when you take responsibility for that fearful thought as your creation, ask yourself this simple question, 'What is it that I would LOVE to think?' From here as the Creator, you can start to go towards LOVE. LOVE is the most powerful 'thing' if you will, within you. Why? Because it never fails to TRANSFORM 'SELF.' Fear can stagnant, but LOVE TRANSFORMS. Why is this important? Remember the reason we are doing this. We are NOT trying to manipulate reality or force some change upon this physical world That will happen NATURALLY. Why? Because your world is REFLECTING SELF. Since it is reflecting 'SELF,' then how can we transform 'SELF' in the most efficient and best way possible? Through LOVE. By actually going within our minds and doing what we LOVE, having what we LOVE. This changes us at our very core. From this new feeling of freedom and love, you will find it incredibly easy to think what you want. You will even find it harder to feel fear. This ease and love starts to become your natural State. People will start treating you in a better way. You won't even have to imagine every little thing going your way, it just will. Things you wanted months ago, start appearing in your world. Things that bothered you deeply, literally has no effect on you anymore. Why? Because you are no longer DESIRING, no longer FEARING. You are living in FULFILLMENT. Fulfillment in Love. You are actually living what you LOVE within, and this love expresses itself without. To reiterate, when you are doing these meditations, and you get the 'resistance' which is just fear, remember the words of Neville: 'To repent to simply man's ability to entertain the nature of the opposite." Can you entertain the opposite of the nature of fear? Can you entertain Love? Is that not what you want?" - Edward Art

end.

IMPORTANT: this is my last post before i go on break. i am not sure when i will be back, but it definitely won't be for too long?

before i go, i wanted to share some advice. everyone interprets things differently, which is why reading directly from source is probably one of the best things you can do in your journey. (it is very easy to find misinfo on any app.) when i say this i don't mean skim through the whole thing, no. but read it slowly. you don't have to finish these books all in one day (i am saying this because i tried that once, and that was not it y'all😭💀). do it at a pace where you will be able to grasp what is being said. if you don't understand something, read the sentence or previous paragraphs again and you'll usually find the answer on your own. you may find new pieces to the puzzle if you just took the time, or even sat with yourself in silence (you may even come to new realizations, not from teachers but from you). there is no rush, seriously.

now anyway, about my break, my goal is to come back having read other authors and books, to share with you guys, and hopefully return with a new and stronger perspective on consciousness/awareness. recently i have been feeling as if something within me is missing, despite me knowing what i do. about Self. maybe it is time to explore what that is. i'll still be active on tumblr, but i'm not posting and my inbox will be closed. and i won't be answering dms about loa advice. i wish you all the best, truly. and i love u all, bye!

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eremorte · 2 months

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thronecoming heritage hall gifts (rewritten)

The Thronecoming heritage hall gifts bug me. Most of them don’t feel like a parent has gifted them. They are so uninspired for the biggest moment in their child’s life.

I’ve listed my replacements below. I’m hoping for the gifts to have a, if had-to-do-it-again-here’s-what-I’d-want vibe.

blondie lockes

OG gift: running shoes

rewritten gift: a new piece of tech that helps her with her mirror cast. A shiny new microphone or even just a cute news reporter accessory that acknowledges her unintended break from destiny (or rather extremely developed hobby/career because her story can be over in like 30 minutes) it also gives off the initial impression that blondie’s story is “just right” the way it is until.. boom! There’s a note.

That mentions that as Goldilocks has reflected on her role and how she regrets hurting the bears the ways she has* and with an extra perceptive daughter like blondie she is sure to find a worthy story (within bounds) that won’t cause baby bear to develop a complex. *insert long list of things here that blondie could comment on in her stead because the story book of legends didn’t write every worthwhile critique of the bear house and the bears despite “forgiving” her won’t let her talk to them about this* and a small comment of how she is super proud about blondie that hopefully eases some of her attention seeking behavior so she’s less of a brat later on.

cerise hood:

OG Gift: picnic basket with an electronic mirror lock.

revised gift: honestly I have no comment. This is a great gift. My only question is how recently the presents are placed in the hall seeing as how that basket spit up a whole bird leg. Maybe it has a special note of the picnic menu they have in celebration once the whole shebang is done.

o hair twins:

OG gift floating hair brushes

rewritten gift given how Rapunzel’s story is that she was locked away her whole life because her bio mom ate a magical plant while pregnant that the witch wasn’t sure of the side effects of and had to lock her away because damn sure bio parents couldn’t do anything if the witch was second guessing herself. What I think should be there are odd bits an bobs function like an Easter egg hunt of a map and post fairytale notes one what they are that Rapunzel is certain her girls can figure out because they have her plant powers (though probably diluted hence the helpful notes incase they have to solve things like their adoptive grandma ).

briar beauty

NOW FOR THE GIRL WHO INSPIRED THIS POST. Her gift makes me so angry. It is the most nothing gift of the whole bunch. You mean to tell me that a hundred year sleep doesn’t come with any regrets at all? Not one thing?

OG gift A neck pillow.

revised gift: A SCRAPBOOK. The first few pages could be filled with pictures of her family. Bonus points if they’re are people Briar wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet but knows who they are by virtue of her mom. It hits home exactly how big her sacrifice is. Also all the storybook imagery? The intro? Imagine if there was a dark time line where we were being told everything that happen through briar who missed all of it and is trying to piece back something familiar?

either way, mental breakdown and existential crisis guaranteed.

also bonus. It’s totally merchandisable. Half the book mercy was essentially scrapbooks/concept art anyhow.

Cedar wood: revealer rays

it’s a good gift but something she wouldn’t be able to use in her story at all. They are not subtle and most everyone who knows about Cedar knows that Pinocchio didn’t mess up her eyes to the point she’d feasibly need glasses. Revised gift: letters from the blue fairy (well wishes, maybe an helpful hint or two) Gepetto and Pinocchio (things to to try (and not repeat) once she’s no longer wooden and how to lie effectively) I can’t think of a physical possession for Cedar to have. But I feel she’d appreciate these. Maybe a special cricket/donkey whistle?

duchess swan:

no gift shown but what I have in mind is a mix of briar and blondie’s gift.

a collection of letters (written on leaves and paper or something) from both her mom and her bio dad detailing the bitter sweet love in the tragedy to reassure duchess it’s not all bad. And a special pair of dancing shoes for her last night as a human. I imagine this gift would only make duchess mad.

Madeline hatter:

no gift shown and honestly idk what the mad hatter gives his daughter it’s probably perfect. An old hat that looks very normal actually? A crazy new teapot? Who knows?

raven queen:

og gift wand wishing well coin

honestly I want to know the logic behind the wand. Is it a back up battery in case apple thwarts raven through zapping away her powers somehow?

I have multiple suggestions

Something that contains directions to the true SBOL

recipe for the poison apple

something that originally belonged to someone in the Snow White family that she is proud enough to share with her daughter (raven would probably give it back).

*blondie branches out mentions how Goldilocks promised to be a better person.

#ever after high #eah #blondie lockes #briar beauty #cedar wood #cerise hood #duchess swan #holly o'hair #madeline hatter #poppy o'hair #raven queen #thronecoming #eah headcanons #eah parents

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Texts from the Ex

Pairings: Weems x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack

A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.

Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)

Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.

It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.

How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.

She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.

You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.

The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.

Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?

Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.

You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.

“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.

“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.

Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.

“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.

The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.

“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.

Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.

She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.

“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.

“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.

“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.

“She texted again.”

“Who texted?”

“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.

“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.

“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.

“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.

There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.

“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.

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tallymonster · 4 months

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Memories of Us chapter 12

AO3

Master list (too lazy to post all the links LMAO, im gonna make a proper master post at some point lol)

Thanks to @micropoe10 and @tragedybunny for giving this a once over to make sure it flows well.

Also as always thanks to @cheesy-cryptid for allowing me to use their art as inspiration for this :3

12. Clean

The closer the time got the more she was second guessing herself. Octavia kept battling in her mind over and over again. She had to tell him at some point.

He's not dumb. He will find out. You have to say something. What if he doesn't want to be with you? You have to say something. What if he's just a fame chaser like the last guy?

Octavia paces her front room. He's supposed to be here already. She stares at the clock against the wall, it was around 7 in the evening. They hadn't agreed on a time, Astarion just said dusk. He already knew where she lived so what's taking him so long?

It's her, it's definitely her. He'll come by, he has to.

Right?

She plays with the hair hanging off her shoulder, why is she so nervous? It was only dinner. Alone. In her house. She needs wine. Her hands tremble slightly as she opens the bottle on the table.

The cork fumbles out of her hand and falls to the floor. She sighs and pours out a glass for herself. Why was she so nervous? It's not like they've never been alone in the same room.

She peers back at the clock, 2 minutes have passed.

She takes a big swig of the glass. Her eyes close and she exhales all the air in her lungs. No amount of alcohol can ease the turbulence ripping through her belly. She sits at the table, running her finger along the rim of the glass.

The food she made was barely enough for her, let alone for two. Astarion assured her that he didn't need much, but she couldn't help but feel slightly off about it.

She gets up and paces the room some more. There's candles on the table in front of her fireplace, she walks over and lights some. Sitting on the couch behind her, she throws her head back, places a pillow on her face, and screams into it.

The room feels so huge when she takes the pillow off her face and stares at the fireplace. There's no reason to be nervous.

Of course there isn't, he likes me…right?

She was only going to tell her boyfriend- was he her boyfriend?

They never really established that.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Octavia downed the rest of the wine in her glass and quickly walked towards the sound. She takes a second to look in the mirror and fix her face.

Breathe , you can do this.

She opens the door and greets Astarion. "Took you long enough, I've been waiting out here all by myself." He pouts dramatically and smiles. "I'm not going to have to stand out here anymore, right?"

Octavia shakes her head and steps aside, Astarion stares at her with a cocked eyebrow and clears his throat. "Really? I have to make it all proper and invite you in?" She laughs as he playfully shrugs, in a sarcastic sweeping flourish she bows and extends her arm "Astarion, please come into my home won't you?"

His grin takes over his whole face, he walks inside as Octavia closes the door behind him. "Quite the invitation, darling. I admire the theatrics."

He looks around her flat, the quaint furnishings and decorations are cute. She has a small couch with two fluffy cushions and a blanket. The coffee table in between her and the lit fireplace has a few books on it. There's a vase of yellow flowers on the fireplace mantle, the warmth of her home felt comfortable and familiar.

“Cute little place you got here. I like it better than your back garden, feels more like you.” Astarion smiles at Octavia, she feels her face flush and she clears her throat, turning her head toward the candlelit table.

"Are you hungry? I made some food. I know you said you don't eat much..but…" she shrugs and flops down on the couch and sighs, "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous to have you here. Inside my house. Alone." She laughs awkwardly.

He sits beside her, and holds her hand, easing her tension. "It's fine. I won't bite. Unless you ask me to." He chuckles darkly, Octavia laughs along, the first clue lost to her. "Here, let me give you a little gift." He reaches into a worn leather bag he carried over his shoulder. Within a few moments he takes the old book out.

As he hands it to her, their fingers touch. Octavia lingers on his hand, wanting to feel his hand on hers. "Thank you. I know you probably would rather I keep it in the museum but I do think I'll be able to get this done quicker here."

Astarion pulls the book back towards him, breaking their contact. "We just can't let Gale know. Can't have him get mad at me you know?" He ends with a wink, placing the book on her coffee table.

He turns his head towards her dining room table. The candles she lit are half burned. Whatever she prepared sits covered in the middle. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I appreciate it, though.” She blushes, feeling as if she did something wrong. “I'm sorry, I know you said you didn't need it, but I'm so used to doing this for people I care about. I wanted to do it for you too.”

Astarion smiles and takes her hand, leading her to the table. “Well I certainly can't let your hard work go unappreciated, can I? Shall we then, my sweet?”

He slides a chair open for her and motions her to sit down. Octavia laughs softly and sits. “Thank you, how chivalrous of you.” He pushes the chair in and takes a seat across from her. “Just doing what I can to show my gratitude, dearest. So what's on the menu?”

Octavia clears her throat and waves her left hand around. A transparent purple hand appears in front of her. With a flick of her wrist, the hand takes the coverings on the plates off and reveals two perfectly set small portions of sauteed fish with mushrooms, rosemary, and green beans. It had a red drizzle on it, and yet another familiar scent. “Hope you like it. According to my mom, it's an old family recipe.”

He didn't know how to explain to her that he was hungry for something that can't really be cooked and served in a candlelit dinner. So for now he goes through with the motions of putting it in his mouth and swallowing it.

This time though, the second the smell of it hits his nose he feels as if he's been transported back to camp.

The light of the fire silhouettes his love, her outline blackened by the shadows of the night. He smiles as she turns. She holds a plate of food in her hands for herself, she has to eat something before he does, after all. The fish she eats will make her blood irony tasting, but it makes him stronger for tomorrow's inevitable fight. She smiles and places a hand at his cheek, sitting by his side. They silently watch the fire as she nourishes herself.

“Hellooo? Are you there? Something wrong?” Astarion snaps out of his trance and blinks back into the current moment. He looks at Octavia, the look of confusion painted clearly on her face.

“Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, what was that again?” He smiles sheepishly and goes to grab another piece of food when he smacks the now empty plate with the fork. “I was asking if you liked it, Astarion, but I think you just answered my question before I finished asking it.” Octavia smiles awkwardly at him, he can feel the embarrassment on his face.

“Oh..” he puts the utensil down and grabs for the wine glass to his right. He drinks some of the wine and stares at the fireplace. He watches the flames dance like he did back then.

“Do you want to go sit by the fireplace with me, again? I tend to run a bit cold.” he asks, his voice low and soft. Octavia nods and she stands, her turn to lead now. She holds his hand and starts to walk over towards the couch, until she gets a brilliant little idea.

“Hold on!” Octavia releases her hand and turns back to the table, she grabs their glasses and the second full bottle of wine she had on the kitchen counter.

Octavia makes her way to the coffee table and places the drinks down. Then she goes to the couch and pushes it closer to the fireplace. She finally grabs the giant throw blanket by her book corner and throws it on the couch. “Hmmm”

She circles around the living room making sure her work is perfect like a bird inspecting its nest. She nods reaffirming it and guides Astarion over. She pushes him into the couch, eliciting a confused look from him.

Octavia pours some wine into the glass and hands it to him. He takes it from her as she's taking off her shoes. She sits with her legs crossed to her side, holds out her hand and flicks it making the purple hand reappear. It takes the blanket float up and wrap itself around the two of them.

With the same hand she makes it pour her a glass of wine and bring it over to her. “Quite the trick! Very self indulgent, I like that.” He tips his glass to her, and she does the same towards him, their glasses touching with a soft clink.

“Being a stressed out college student comes in ‘handy’ sometimes don't you think?” She grins a cheesy smile knowing he would cringe at the poor pun.

As predicted he groans and rolls his eyes. Octavia giggles into her wine, settling under his arm. They smile at each other and stare at the fire. “I really feel like I can be myself around you, Astarion. You’ve been so kind to me.” She holds his hand that's draped over her shoulder and leans into him more. The feeling of wanting to tell her his secret weighed on his mind.

“I feel like I can be myself around you as well, Octavia. You have made me feel things I haven't felt in a very very long time.” He squeezed her hand a little.

They sit intertwined in each other's arms, Astarion feels the familiar pang of guilt building inside him. She's been so open and honest with him. It's not fair to her, and it's certainly not the way he thought this would go. But something inside is telling him to do it, and to do it now.

He clears his throat and shifts away from Octavia a bit, separating their hands and sitting up straight. “There's something I feel I should tell you, Octavia. It's kind of important.”

She got up a little to face him. She holds onto his hand, rubbing small circles into the top like he did for her earlier. “I…That is to say..I mean…” he stammers through, not keeping eye contact.

“You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, Astarion, if you aren't ready to of course.” she continues the contact on his hand. “I want to. I want you to be able to truly see me as I am. What I am…” Astarion is clearly fighting with himself, but it seems like no matter what, he's determined to get this done and over with.

Octavia cocks her head to the side as Astarion downs the rest of his wine. He places the glass on the table and takes a deep breath. “You might want to finish yours as well..or you could wait til after, your choice.” She takes a big gulp of her drink and places the glass next to his.

She turns to him and takes a deep breath as well. “Whatever it is, I don't think it'll change my mind about you. Unless you’re a cold blooded murderer or some monster come to kill me in my sleep.” Octavia laughs, not noticing the worried look on Astarion’s face, he laughs awkwardly.

He gulps in fear and anticipation, Octavia looks at him slightly grimacing “Come on it can't be that bad right? We all have our secrets.” Her throat catches the strange laugh that escapes.

If he only knew what she wanted to tell him as well. She likes him, and whatever things he has to keep to himself couldn't keep her from being nervous about her own hang ups.

Octavia hopes whatever it is, he isn't going to stop what they had going on. She was happy, and she hoped he was too.

They sit together for a few moments, he watches the glow of the fire. He doesn't want to ruin this moment with her. The pretty little gift that was dropped in his lap after a century of solitude. He sighs, and holds her closer, if his heart could work, it would be beating through his chest.

Astarion clears his throat “I’m not sure you'll feel that way in a few minutes, darling.”

“Astarion, you can trust me. I trust you. Just tell me. I’m a big girl.” Octavia leans closer, as Astarion holds her hands and presses his lips to the tops of her palms. He hears her breath catch and then he lets his confession roll out of his lips.

Octavia, I'm a vampire.

Tags: @justporo @satanicspinosaurus @sleepy-timaeus @tragedybunny @davenswitcher @wayward-hel

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #gale of waterdeep #fic: memories of us #gale dekarios

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neonscandal · 3 months

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Thanks for answering my ask from a few weeks ago @neonscandal ..... If you don't mind me asking (again), what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before....

Thank you for asking in the first place! ❤️

Not at all unique is the fact that, as soon as I get asked a question about my top faves, I immediately draw a blank on everything I've ever enjoyed or watched, ever. 😅 I'm sure that's not the first time you've heard that. No need to apologize, as you can probably tell from other asks, my answers change regularly. This is my anime/manga blog so without any regard for order:

Life Lessons with Uramichii-Oniisan (anime) - depending on how old you are, there's a cognitive dissonance that occurs when you're no longer younger than nor the same age as your favorite protagonists in the stories you grew up with. This is the anime that eases the blow of that like the ibuprofen you now keep at home, at work and in your purse. And it's hysterical.

Attack on Titan (anime/manga) - There is something to be said for the eloquence of the exposition in this story which, when you know Isayama spent years shopping his art around to no avail because of the roughness of his style, makes perfect sense. While refining his art, he had all this time to pore over the story, hide little easter eggs so there'd be one string that gathered up all seeming loose ends. Just an incredibly interesting story to unfold. It's the kind of thing you wish you could read again for the first time but that's laughable because, every time you read it, you notice something you hadn't the last time.

To Your Eternity (anime) - This is the Grey's Anatomy equivalent in anime. Like, oh. You're emotionally constipated and need a good cry? Pick an episode at random. Watch a whole season if you're really about that life.

Sasaki to Miyano (manga/anime) - TBH I tied between this or Horimiya. They are not the same story but hold similar places in my heart. What I love about Sasaki to Miyano is how delicate it is. Yea, slow burn, whatever. But no, it just kind of gives Miyano space to come to terms with himself and Sasaki is the safety net that accepts him in all forms. Can love be this sweet?

Goodbye, Eri (manga) - Fujimoto is off the wall. Chainsaw Man is an excellent representation of that. Seemingly unfocused and always good for some sort of shock factor. I've been wanting to write, for some time, about how Fujimoto is like a trickster of a genie but I'll shelve that for the time being. Goodbye, Eri's disjointed narrative as if told in photographs and the art style which shows movement despite its static medium. It's a really elegant piece with a plot twist you don't see coming because, of course you don't. That, in fact, is part of the whole message of the story, isn't it?

Ranma 1/2 (anime) - Nostalgia. This was the first anime I ever watched that I locked into. It started me on a path of drawing, it encouraged me to seek out other shows.. this series is what started it all wayyy back then (okay, not that far back then, this was in the 00's). Tsundere x tsundere, yes but also just the immediate identification with characters who couldn't authentically be themselves because they kept bending and breaking under external pressures. I could very much relate and empathize even if the chaos of their universe was too fanciful for my own. Also, pretty sure Rumiko Takahashi is the longest running mangaka with consistent chapters in Shonen Jump for the last 40+ years is wild.

Vinland Saga (anime) - I honestly don't even know what to say about this story. But I think my favorite observation is a post I saw someone make where they wrote "No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle" with a picture of Thorfinn. And they were so poignantly right. Phenomenally twisted revenge story that is not at all satisfying. 10/10.

Link Clink (donghua) - This show is a vibe. If it hasn't been on a recommendation list yet, it's coming. The music, the art, the unfurling back story of the main characters as they untangle the lives of others? It manages to be both gutting and cerebral at the same time. Like every time I watch I'm like... I need to read the source material because the complexity of the concurrent storylines makes it such a head scratcher as to the larger plot.

Jujutsu Kaisen (anime/manga) - *Gestures vaguely to the rest of my blog.* We're still in the throes of how this story is going to play out which is nerve wracking and exciting for all its possibilities. I hold out a lot of hope that we'll see some stunning exposition in future chapters that we won't see coming.

Belle (anime) - It's just beautiful. 😘👌🏾 I talk a lot about my niece and nephew because I've turned them into my dorky little mini-me's. Also, being an aunt is like the best job. Belle is a movie that had them both gagged with the animation. If a show or series can get both of them to put their ipads, books, art supplies, etc. down, then I know I put them onto something special. Honestly, anything I enjoy with them makes it that much more special to me, personally.

This was lovely. I'll get back to posting lists soon, feel free to check out other recommendations!

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foulbearobservation · 10 months

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Band au ot4 where they make out back stage (ur tags from the last post somehow made me think of this)

HELP is this abt my tags where I said adriel is a washed up boybander to me. That man looks like he flopped out of NSYNC

But also,, god ot4 band au. under the cut because it is basically smut I think whoops

this is a terrible idea. they shouldn't be dating. they shouldn't even be doing this, whatever this is. but ava's so pliant under your hands and camila is whispering dirty things in your ear while beatrice is doing actually important things like sound check out on the stage and it's hard to see why they shouldn't be doing this.

beatrice is covering for you. she's always covering for you.

"please" ava whimpers, pathetic as she tries to get closer, to grind herself more against your firm thigh.

"oh have mercy on her lily, look at her." camila coos. "it's just a little pre show pick-me-up."

your hands slip into ava's cutoff shorts, met with wet heat. "it won't be the first time I've gone on stage with ava's mess on my hands."

"funny that you think I'm gonna let you use your hands for this." camila whispers, teeth ghosting along your neck. her hands slide down your body, making quick work of your belt buckle.

"fuck, please please!"

"look at her," camila straightens your head so you're staring down at ava, "give her what she needs, baby."

and you do, flipping ava over and kicking her legs just a little bit wider. she falls forward a little, catching herself on a gear case. she turns her head just slightly, letting you lunge forward to capture her lips so that you don't get caught, again, and banned from performing at this venue, again, or slapped with a public indecency charge, again.

it only takes a little time to push ava over the edge, and an embarrassingly short time after that to come yourself, but you mostly blame that on camila's firm hand on your throat, hovering possessively over the collar and tugging at the o ring.

"that's my good girl." she whispers as you ease out of ava, tossing the condom into a backstage trash can. ava pants and you run a comforting hand along the pane of her back. she arches up into it like a needy cat.

"down, girl, we've still got a show to do."

her, probably bratty, reply is cut short by a quick knock at the door. you're both still half undressed, but camila is put together as always she answers the door.

"oh hey bea! are they ready for us?"

beatrice glances above camila's head, sees you and ava still trying to resume presentability, and rolls her eyes affectionately. "really you two? the opener goes on in," she checks her watch, "10 minutes."

you tuck your shirt back in, shrug unrepentantly as you brush past her in the doorway. "ava started it."

beatrice opts to follow you instead of pestering the others. "just because ava starts it, doesn't mean you have to finish it!" she's stressed, setup obviously didn't go well.

you catch her elbow, put on your most dashing smile, the one you know she hates that she loves. "if you want a little piece of the preshow ritual, you only need to ask."

beatrice flushes, pointedly looking away from the wet spot ava made on your jeans. "it's not just that." so it's at least partially that.

"okay so what is it?"

she glances back to where ava and camila are throwing m&ms into each other's mouth. "I heard the crew saying that adriel was going to be at the show."

you freeze, just momentarily but it's enough.

she shifts so she's closer to you, in your space but not hugging, not touching you, just hovering. her arms are still crossed. "I asked around, security knows and they said they'll keep him away but,"

you bring up your hands to grab her, pulling her into you fully. you'd say it's solely for her but you don't like to lie. "but nothing, I'm a big scary dyke with drumsticks, you know seven different kinds of martial arts, he won't even try anything."

"but last time—"

"last time was last time." you say, rubbing her back in big circles that you know calm her down. "I didn't have you last time."

you can feel a ghost of a smile against your sternum. "you didn't have us last time," she corrects you softly.

"semantics," you mutter as the opening act starts playing on stage. beatrice breathes out, calmer but still antsy. "plus if he tries anything I think camila would step up first."

"she did threaten to wack him with her keytar last time."

"oh I'd pay to see that."

#ot4 #band au

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theamateurartistblog · 11 months

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The Sad Tale of an Artist's Burnout

I have been burnout over a lot of things but being burnout because of art hits differently. Art burnouts are the worst. Imagine just losing your passion for something or having to force yourself to do so. If this sounds like something you’re going through have no fear, I’m here. Imma tell you how to prevent a burnout and some tips that will help you get back into shape in no time.

Stop Drawing

Mcutie are you serious? Yes, I’m not joking. Stop drawing. Your brain is tired of doing the same thing over and over again, give it a break. Find another hobby, play a game, watch a movie, catch up on a comic or manga (if you want some recommendations I got you;) maybe then you will find inspiration to draw.

Ease your mind a little. What always helps me is ASMRs, find a channel you like and relax to them or put on some Lofi tunes, whatever it takes for you to get your mind out of the sketchbook. Don’t think that when you stop drawing you’re gonna lose your talent, you can’t lose talent but you can lose passion.

Stop looking for likes and views

They'll come eventually, I'm still in the baby stages myself and sometimes it's disappointing not to see any likes or views but that just takes the fun out of art. Social Media is tiring especially with the algorithm doing whatever it likes. If you run an art page why not give it a break a little, maybe the stress of putting out too much content is getting to you.

Also, the self-declared “art critics” don't help either (baby artists please ignore these people, pay attention to the ones who really give you solid advice) so drop social media for a while and post your art unless you want to.

“But Mcutie I need to advertise to get commissions!” (in a future post, I'll give you tips on how to make money with your art). I hear you, but the posts you have in your feed are already enough to tell your audience about what you do and which commissions you’ll take. My advice is to shake it up a bit, instead of Instagram try Twitter maybe art station or deviant art, they have some nice communities on there.

Or better yet create your little website and build a community around it (I'm currently trying this one on Tumblr so follow me on my journey if you want) who knows maybe you’ll find people who respect and admire what you do. ^^

Don’t Compare Yourself!

HA! I need to take my advice. It’s easy to compare yourself with others and let’s be frank there is always gonna be a better artist or athlete or dancer but there is never gonna be another you. The way how YOU draw is different from other artists, no two people are the same and no two artists have the same style unless one artist copies from another. However, it's good to try out new styles and see how you can implement them into your drawings. You may find something that can add an extra spice to your art.

Find Inspiration - Outside!!!

AHA! You thought I was gonna tell you to take up Pinterest and browse huh? Nope! I need YOU to TOUCH SOME GRASS! Look at the clouds find shapes in them, take a walk in the park or something. “But what if it is snowing?” Who cares?! Sit at your window and watch the snowflakes fall you may just find something that inspires you. Doing this motivates you to take up that pen and paper or tablet or whatever kids use these days and draw.

Sleep!! - Please Sleep...

Once again…….I need to take my advice. But let’s face it have you ever gone to bed and suddenly at exactly 3:00 am you get the urge to get creative? That’s what you want! Therefore, get some rest, take a nice bath, rub on your favorite lotion, put on your favorite PJs, and sleep it out. “I suffer from insomnia….” So do I but if it is chronic go and see the doctor maybe you need medical assistance, if not try playing rain sounds or as I said earlier find your favorite ASMRist and just close you’re eyes and fall asleep.

In Conclusion....

At the end of the day, something is gonna burn us out whether it is work, hobbies, or just life in general but the thing is we do not want to stay in a burnout. Besides if you stay in a burnout you’ll just shrivel up and die. So try my tips and if you have anything to add say it in the comments so others can benefit from them. Until next time stay healthy and stay cute.

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#art tips #art help #artist health #mental health #burn out #beginner drawing #beginner artist #art blog

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sandwichfordinner · 2 years

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Hi hi! Ok so can we have edgar headcannons with a gn who does digital art and their s/o teaches them on how digital art works? (I hope this isnt breaking your rules and your emil and ada fanfic is hella good :D)

Edgar with a s/o who is a digital artist

Guys I am sorry for not posting.. I am at my writer block era rn..😭

Can we all ignore in the last fic how I wrote that Edgar didn’t like the digital drawing too, thanks.

ALSO TYSM! <33

* Yours wasn’t a regular one. When you draw something quickly in it it becomes live, and slips out of the screen.

* It can be butterflies, birds, anything.

* And that’s the thing that it makes it a lot useful.

* You can even always draw the other survivors items but just once. You’re kinda like lucky guy but more lucky cause you draw those things really fast in it and the screen gives it to you so you can use it.

* All of the survivors excited they always bother you to draw something real quick because they need it, or it’s just because they want to see an animal or toys or other things.

* Example Emil and Ada really wanted to have a pet which is not dog. You guessed they were more of a cat person.

* So you drew a cute little grey baby kitten, and when it came out of the screen you put it in a little box with holes on the top so it can have air and gave it to their 1-2 years anniversary.

* The moment Emil opened the box, and Ada beside him watching , his heart melted when he saw a little kitten in the box.

* Ada gasped and held her hands on the mouth of shock because of how cute it was. Both of them were holding it carefully and petting it carefully.

* Months have passed and the cat has grew, it was a she. She was a really calm and good cat. Both Emil and Ada were really grateful to you.

* Okay to the main part, where Edgar took interest in your digital art.

* Sometimes you watched him in your free time how he draws, Whenever it can be in the waiting room, garden, or even his room if he let you in.

* Every time when you watched him paint , it made him feel special finally. It has been a lot of time since someone took an eye of his art. Sure the others know that he paints, but they have never really took interest in it. How can they be! Art is a very creative , ease hobby. It’s even better than being an acrobat, dancer, batter, postman etc. They don’t understand! Well that’s what he thinks.

* One time when he was painting next to you, you thought maybe you can copy what he paints and draw it on your tablet with different colours.

* So you got out you tablet and pen out of your bag and started drawing. You were glancing his painting from time to time , which made him raise a eyebrow of confusion. He stopped painting and looked at the screen. It was his painting!

* He scoffed, mad how you copied him. You probably will show it to the others and they won’t stop praising you how good you drew it!

,,Why are you copying me.’’ He broke the comfortable silence which made your body to take a screenshot.

,,I… well uhh, I thought you’re painting was really nice and I wanted to try too with different colours… I wont show it to anyone I promise!’’ You looked down at the screen from embarrassment, avoiding eye contact.

,,Tch why are you doing this anyway.’’

,,Because your paintings are nice..’’ you said softly still avoiding eye contact.

* His cheeks reddened from the praise and went back to painting leaving him quiet.

,,I won’t show it to the others I promise!’’ You were waving your hands in front of your face panicking.

,,Okay. I believe you.’’ He said quietly but you heard anyways because there was no one in his room except you and him.

* You calmed down and looked again at your screen. Your drawing was almost like his in the canvas but it was with different colours. Your cheeks were getting hot. ‘Please don’t tell me that I like him..’ you thought still staring at your screen blankly.

* Edgar noticed your staring and asked you.

,,Are you gonna continue or..?’’

* You quickly got up from where you were sitting, face red as tomato.

,,No I am good! I just need to rest-‘’

,,Why is your face red? Let me guess. It’s cause I made you embarrassed right?’‘ He smiled at you.

* Your eyes widened and your face got hotter.

,,I um.. well no?? It’s just i feel uhm hot.. NOT IN THIS TYPE OF HOT ITS JUST THAT MY FACE FEELS HOT AND..FORGET IT I WILL GO REST..’’

* He clearly knew you were lying but he brushed it off.

,,Alright then. Bye.’’

You quickly got out of his room. Hands sweaty and shaky.

* You face palmed.

,,How can I be this weird??’’

,,What’s the matter Y/N??’’

,,Oh uh! Nothing Emma I just feel tired that’s all!’’ You laughed awkwardly.

,,Why is your face-‘’

,,Bye Emma!’’

* You fell in love with the painter 💀.

* From time to time he tried to draw on your tablet. Let’s say he did enjoy it. Actually he did a lot.

* He didn’t need to get dirty and stuff.

* At the beginning you explained to him what to do, effects, blending, details. Although he knew about details.

* He remembered everything you told him and tried to draw in it.

* First tries weren’t bad, but later on he was really good at it.

* So now he was drawing on a paper and digitally.

* Most of the times you needed the tablet for your matches or because someone needed something and you had to draw it. He didn’t mind that.

* Both of you became really close because of art.

* (Thanks to the art🙏)

* You kept falling more for the painter, you thought those feelings would go away..

* So you just had to do it.. confess.

* It took you a day to plan everything. The confession was in his room.

* You were drawing a heart with the name Edgar on it.

,,Hey Edgar?’’

,,Hm?’’

,,Can I tell you something?’’

,,Sure’’

* You shoved the tablet into his arms. He looked at the screen and saw a heart. Before he can think of anything, this heart hit him on the face.

,,OH MY GOSH EDGAR?? ARE TOU OKAY?!’’ You asked him panicked. He lay on the floor, the big plushie heart hugging his face.

* You quickly snatched the heart which was read ‘Edgar’ on it.

* You tried stopping the heart going to hug Edgar again.

* He got up confused and looked at the heart you were holding in front of your hands.

* He narrowed his eyes to read the text.

* ‘Edgar’ was written on the middle of the heart.

* He quickly understood everything and his face reddened.

* You successfully stopped the heart from moving leaving it a normal heart plushie/pillow.

* Both of you were staring each other’s eyes with red faces.

,,Do you.. like me?’’

,,No.. I don’t only like you.. I love you.’’ You tried avoiding eye contact.

* Something made Edgar’s heart flutter from excitement.

* He was holding where his heart was, sweating and really red.

,,I… I love you too.. Y/N.. I love everything about you.. How creative you are.. how you.. made me feel special too.. you are one of the nicest people I have met in my entire life… protecting me during matches… How can’t I fall inlove with a person like you..? You are amazing..’’

* He tried to confess too.

* Both of you were speechless and with red faces.

* You grabbed his hands and kissed him on the lips.

* The kiss was soft. He returned the kiss when he grabbed your face.

* It didn’t last long after both of you pulled for some air.

* Edgar has finally found the meaning of love. True love.

* And with a talented s/o who knows how to draw digitally.

If you all are wondering why my fic is weird written and why are the same sentences copied than one time.. than that means I am violating their community guidelines??? I am literally not writing nsfw here?????? 💀💀

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv hcs #identity v oneshots #identity v headcanons #identity v painter #identity v edgar #edgar valden x reader #idv edgar valden x reader #idv edgar #idv edgar valden #identity v x you

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lumineere · 2 years

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Little Night Talks

pov: you're restless and/or have sleep anxiety but you're with zhongli <3

contents: kisses, cuddling, sweet nothings, if you squint there's kind of a plot, etc etc

i've been a huge fan of zhongli for so long now and i thought it was about time i wrote something for him since he's a huge comfort character for me (also this has not been proofread whatsoever im sorry ;-;)

The streetlights are lit, the townsfolk scurried off to their abodes and even the tiniest mouse has retired for the night. The moon beams high, in contrast to the black backdrop behind its sheen white view. The light of the moon reflects on the water, splitting into white lines fading into shorter ones as you view the shoreline from your shared bedroom. Waves crashing against the posts of the harbour and the shore eased you and Zhongli to sleep earlier once the sun had set. The clock struck at midnight silently, while the cool air in the room dissipated and turned warm from the frustration of your lack of sleep. The soreness from the aches in your muscles, the dryness of your eyes only made the situation more uncomfortable. Sensing your discomfort, a slithering hand wrapped around your waist as you were lying down facing away from your lover. He pulled you in closer, placing his other hand under your pillow and gently holding your hand. The day you had was exhausting, mulling through hours of walking and physical labour for the sake of your salary destroyed your physical state and mental capacity to sleep. As exhausted as you were, the aching and sharp pains never ceased enough to keep you asleep.

“My dear,” a groggy voice from behind you was no louder than a whisper, “are you alright?” Letting go of his hand, you gently adjusted yourself again to face Zhongli as he pulled his hand back to his side to hold yours once again. The soft groan that escaped once you had comfortably laid back down was a sign of your own malaise. He looked down at you, pulling you in closer to his chest and holding you tenderly.

“Do you need any medication? I can brew you a herbal tea if you need as well, my love.” An uncharacteristic grunt echoed through the room and you rested in his arms.

“Let's stay awake together then.” He said, his voice gravelly reverberated in your ears. His voice was a symphony, a gathering of beautiful harmonics all at once when he spoke. His voice was a prominent difference among every person you had met, and it was a beautiful melody just for you. His hands ran up and down your back, slowly and gently massaging the sores and aches as he slowly eased you into a more relaxed state. His head bent down to have you closer, to have your scent fill his lungs as you placed your arm in turn around his waist. His other hand held your head, as the one on your back slowly stopped its movements.

“I don’t know what to do, I need to get some sleep but every time I check the clock,” you started, feeling the heat of anxiety rushing over you as you explained your worries, “I only feel worse.”

“Do not look at the time then, look at me and only me.” He stated, his tone was nothing short of loving, despite the words being somewhat harsh. He only wanted what was best for you, so he told you openly his own ideas to resolutions.

“It will be alright dearest, this will pass. Time is fleeting but,” the pause he made shifted the mood slightly, “it is nothing you should worry about.” His amber-yellow eyes paused to look at your eyes, then your hair, your figure, then just you.

In all honesty he was the man you had truly fallen in love with. His heart belonged to you and yours to him. His little habits and little bits of personality stuck out, the way he held his books with utmost care and precision, how he tied his hair in the morning after leaving it loose while asleep, how his eyes light up when he’s reminded of a story he nearly had forgotten. He was beautiful, a true work of art without a mention of his full character. The comforter wrapped around both of your silhouettes, caressing your figure. You moved upwards in the bed, eye-to-eye to Zhongli but too tired to make eye contact with him.

“You’re so beautiful my dear,” he whispers in your ear, outside from your field of view he’s grinning slightly and holding you tighter. You chuckle and turn to face him and hold his cheek, caressing the jawline of your beloved.

“You’re too good for me, what did I ever do to deserve you?” You said jokingly, holding him and settling your head in the crook of Zhongli’s neck. Although, the line was a genuine question you had asked yourself on occasion. He was stunning, he’s an intellectual and a perfect lover. You’ve had to ask him for things, as a person who found that love was conveyed better through touch you wanted Zhongli to hold your hand more, kiss you more often and so on. He found love was better shown in words and actions and so he had asked of you to be more vocal and wanted to ensure that you’d listen in on his rambles about the stories of his life. He held your hand in bed again, and kissed the top of your head softly. His gentle demeanour was comforting and felt loving. His presence brought meaning to your life by having him stand by your side when you had issues that felt so mentally exhausting and frustrating. And yet, it felt like all those problems were meaningless at a time like this. Time stopped in these moments of pure, simple love and adornment. You were his world, his everything since the day you became his. Beyond what you always worried about, from your looks to your personality he didn’t mind at all.

He planted another kiss in your hair, wafting your sweet scent and relaxing. To him, having you be his was practically a miracle, his stern face and eloquent speaking sent academics rushing towards him and the average person away. You paid no mind to this, just listening and learning new things as your relationship bloomed with him. He’s a gentle soul with the past of a tyrant, but he himself could not forgive his own actions perhaps.

“Would you like me to read a story my dear?” His voice echoed through the room suddenly, and you nodded in the crook of his neck. A subtle but quick position adjustment was made as Zhongli sat up and held you to his chest, heaving slow and deep breaths. His heartbeat was rhythmic and consistent, a subtle lullaby to ease you to a place more fitting to fall asleep into. Zhongli had reached over to grab the book he had been reading hours prior before retiring temporarily for the night. One hand of his stayed on you, slowly rubbing his thumb against your shirt and the other, holding the book by the base to keep it upright. The book was one of ancient times, the history reformulated into a fictional love story in Liyue.

His words slipped gracefully out of his mouth, the vocals being soothing regardless of his voice not singing. The waves crashed against the shore calmly, the moon started to rise again now that time had resumed and the symphonic voice of your lover lulled you to sleep again. He dreams of a world of only you with him, holding him and being there for him as well, though this was hardly possible due to his immortality.

“You are my home, I love you.” He adds one last kiss before adjusting once again and slipping into blissful sleep with you in his arms. The world is cruel at times, but in moments like these, Zhongli is grateful for the time he has with you.

#genshin zhongli #zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli fic #zhongli fanfiction #zhongli headcanon #genshin impact #genshin #zhongli #soulmate au #zhongli headcanons #fluff

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ailani-reillata · 6 months

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Ailani Artwork References

For ease of use, I wanted to place all of Ailani’s drawing references on one sheet. Below you’ll find some color palettes, outfit designs and other helpful information.

Ailani’s tattoos and her lightsaber have their own separate posts. Please click the respective links to see those explanations and images.

If you have any further questions, please reach out via ask.

Tips and Rules -

Before we get into the references, I wanted to just elaborate on some finer details.

I’m so honored by artwork and all of your guys interest in Ailani’s story. Having someone create art for your story is such a massive privilege, and I’m so thankful for that support and creativity. Thank you.

However, I just have some baseline information to make sure we all create a respectful and positive environment when it comes to artwork and interaction.

Feel free to draw Ailani or Wailani artwork anytime. You do not need to ask for permission to draw, however you do need to abide by the rest of the rules below.

Keep all artwork appropriate and strictly SFW/16+.

Please keep all your Ailani/Wailani artwork to Tumblr. Please do not share this artwork/content to other websites or platforms.

Ailani has rounded features. Her head is round with a strong jaw, her eyes are very deep set, almond shaped and rounded, and her body type is rounded with thick bones. Do not slim her features.

Do not include Ailani Réillata in any written works, such as fics or drabbles, unless you get explicit permission from me. Short comics are fine, but please reach out first.

Tag me in your artwork so I can reblog it! If I haven’t liked your post, that means I haven’t seen it. Please be patient with me.

If you have any questions about anything listed above, please reach out to me via ask, and I will get back to you as soon as I can. There is no such thing as a dumb question, so please don’t be shy.

Color Palettes -

Below you’ll find a color palette that contains both Ailani’s hair tones (first line) and her skin tones.

Her skin tone gets a lot of variation, even in my own art, as I tend to over saturate everything. So I am not super strict about keeping to this exact color palette. I know colors change on different devices, and I know slight differences are unavoidable. Anything within the ranges shown or examples given is perfectly acceptable.

Just remember. She is not white and her skin should not be grey.

Sims 4 -

Ailani’s updated model in the Sims 4 is another great resource for skin and hair tones. It’s also a great place to grab some expression references!

You can see how to download her sim here, or you can check out the face model below.

Base Outfits -

These are some of Ailani’s “base” outfits. Basically, if she was a cartoon character, this is what she would wear every day.

Jedi Era Outfits

However, I encourage you all to have fun with her outfits! You don’t have to create anything exact, or even copy these designs. Have with your artwork and creativity!

Please just remember to be culturally mindful, and appropriate. If you have any questions about this, feel free to reach out via ask.

And that should be it!

Thank you guys again for your support and kindness. I hope these references help out, and happy creating ❤️

#info #ailani réillata

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blurryfangirlansuke · 10 months

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Undescribed Pt 2

Duke grabs the leftover paper that hasn't been used to drawn and hums to himself while letting the pencil doing it's work. Once he was satisfied he hands the paper to sona.

Sona was feeling down from being lonely and having not so much notes whenever she posted maybe she wasn't trying hard enough maybe her drawing the same thing is making others bored what if she's not good enough. The truth is she needs to get that negativity out of her system and look the bright side of things. Very important message that Duke writes for her .

Sona done some stuff in the past that wasn't the greatest but she's still learning as an artists to do better and not let criticism or hatred take over. She looks more into the note .

One message not just to sona but to people and artists who need something like this. Duke maybe a bad influence and evil but he does has his sweet moments whenever someone needs a shoulder to cry on besides trying to sleep around .

Duke being smug looks back at Sona as she stays still the tears down her eyes. No one is not perfect we attend to screw up sometimes but it's part of learning also who's the tallest and handsome vamp of all Duke point out .

Duke press his hand caressing Sona's hair messy but still a sign of comfort closing her eyes feeling at ease. No need to pressure yourself or being the best. Just be you and you'll get by this is you're life. Okay I'll do my very best Sona said with a gentle smile

With the black and grey colors occur from the conversations and tears with emotions color started to show between these two a vampire embracing his care and love to this human girl doing better and making others and herself feel happiness. We can always try again .

Duke: I'm always here for you toots

Holding hands with each other developing a heart of the trust and understanding they have. They're going to start fun and memorable chapters from art, friends, creators etc.

A lovely happy ending for two or maybe you ~

Hey ya thank u for taking the time reading my digital comic between my sona and my hubby welp the character that always puts a smile and gives me inspiration Duke from " The Vampair Series ". He has honestly lift my spirits up whenever I'm down or need something to dabble and draw. There's lots of characters I see many artists draw as a comfort or to simp and it's absolutely inspiring because I want Vampair to be popular like Vivziepop animations Series that's how much the series means alot to me. I use to always rely on the numbers of hearts or notes I received having a like or followed by your favorite creators but that's not important what matters is that your doing something that you enjoy doing from the heart and soul and maybe you can inspire others. I hope I can try with the fanworks I draw my some of my characters and creators characters. I've gone alot better and this is meant for fun hell I'll be happy if I get zero notes I'm proud of posting what I love and enjoying simping for spaghetti man.

Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️ ^^

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rhaaclaws · 7 months

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers <3

Thank you for this :3 I'm not sure about passing it on since chains sometimes make me want to implode but !

1. My Atlas :3 sooo so excited to visit them in this coming year since I am Not visiting during winter I think I'd actually die from hypothermia. A few days ago I sent him some banana bread and it got kinda soggy from the condensation but ended up really good so woooo

2. Post-Punk Revival aka me and Atlas' ocs. I'm easing myself into drawing again but ohhhhh they're the loveliest creatures that I need to talk more about + finish their toyhouse pages. I have a few art ideas though so that's fun

3. Been going back to listening to this channel called Of Herbs And Altars from Dorian B and sigh. I love listening to all of his goth stories esp since I've recently introduced my roommate to their work so we've been listening to the nostalgia project whenever she's free/not tired from work. Also also finally got to order Dorian's book so whenever it gets here I'm gonna be binge reading it lol

4. Songwriting and such. I wasn't able to bring my bass when I moved so I unfortunately haven't been able to work on basslines and such so I've been focusing on actual lyrics. It's slow esp since I've never made a song before but it's been making me happy

5. Fashion ��️☝️ I haven't really been keeping up with the fashion weeks but I have seen some real cool runways that I need to check out such as the Jean Paul Gaultier and Sandy Liang shows (and of course. Look at 90s Mugler runways again I miss them so bad). But I've been messing around with using lingerie as outerwear (aka just layering shit underneath slip dresses so my tits aren't completely out) and I can't wait until I can really use some outfits in public :3

Ummm I think that's really it for now that's what comes to mind but I'm always down for a chat (just as a warning. I am a horrific texter and you can ask anyone I'm friends with on that)

#this was nice to just. sit down and think about what makes me happy since ive been feeling Off lately #the joys #rhaa talks #ask game #sorry fkr yhe lack of chain. i just sometimrs get really nervous about them and thats bc my brain sometimes creates saw traps

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kingsis · 6 months

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Just a lot of thoughts below. No common theme tbh

Perhaps I should do a tutorial on how I draw spam sometime? I've seen a couple tries of emulating my style so I think it might be fun to give a Direct way to do it. Not to say the emulations were bad! I just think it would be fun 2 do.

I have a love hate relationship with Hotel California. It's a good god damn song. But I heard it literally Every Day after school for like 2 years. I put it in one of my playlists to antagonize myself.

I often wonder what people think of me. Am I a good person? Am I doing right by myself? I don't know. I hope I'm good. I hope I'm kind and approachable. But looking back at my last relationship.. I don't know. It was definitely my fault but he also made me so upset so often. I hope I don't do that to anyone else

I get compliments about my line art a lot. Usually along the lines of "it's so smooth/clean/etc" Here's a fun fact: my hands are chronically shaky. Probably because I don't eat enough but I digress. I want you to open your art program and find the stabilizer. Or correction or whatever the fuck it's called. Turn it up to the point you can make a somewhat unsure line into a confident one. Bam, you're already 70% of the way to how I do my lines. The rest is experience and a trained eye ;]

I really want someone to hold and kiss and love. I have so much of it, and I can't give it to anyone near me. Why? I already dated most of my friends. It would be weird. Just really want someone I'm close to that I can snuggle up to again. I miss that comfort.

I realized, after I made the Blue and Spam post, that Pink is ALSO based on a family member. See, my mom has 2 sisters. The one like Spam, and the one I accidentally made Pink act like. For ease, Mo is pink, KT is spam, and Ma is blue. Mo fucking HATES KT. Doesn't want anything to do with her. But just like Ma, if KT actually needed her help, she'd be there. Begrudgingly, of course.

I wonder how long it usually takes people to make art like mine. For me, if it's just Spamton and no other characters/objects, it takes maybe 2 - 3 hours. That's the full piece. From sketch to post. I'm very fast at what I do so I wonder. I truly do!

My music taste leans heavily towards rock, but hard rock has never caught me quite as much as the rest. Maybe I just haven't found the right kind. Honestly finding new music is always a treat. My mom absolutely loves Rush, and I can see why! But I also love pretty much Everything! Musicals to pop to acapella to fuckin opera if it's good. Rock is a Huge genre, so I guess that's why my taste is so open to begin with. Gotta say tho, raising your kid on motley crue and guns n roses isn't the Best idea if you want an Obedient child.

I love drawing hands. I enjoy the process of feeling out the movement and flow. Hands are so expressive and I genuinely love drawing them. I can understand ppl hating them, but that doesn't mean I agree. Just take the time to learn and you'll see.

Oh right, I should say if you have any opinions/commentary/whatever abt all this shit I'm totally down for a full on rant. Ok. Time to sleep.

#melon talks

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sonic-spirit · 5 months

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Okay, let's fuckin gooooo!!!

I'm seeing if I can do a blog post every day to try and get myself through more of that wall of awful brain garbage that's been gumming things up inside me. I have a lot of topics I've been wanting to talk about, and stories I've been wanting to record, and, yanno. The only way out is through.

It was my first day off I haven't shared with one of my mates in awhile, so that ended up shaping how I approached the day. I started a bit of a decluttering project, since we do have a lot of stuff with no homes right now. I'm not willing to mess with my mates' stuff, but in the two years since moving all the way out here my hyper pared-down stuff has grown, and I was definitely due for some re-organizing and looking it all over for stuff I don't want or need anymore. A big part of the project today was breaking down the variety of little caches I'd developed in a few spots in the apartment and keeping like things together, especially toys and art supplies. I have some big traditional media projects I've been gearing up for, and the more ready things are to get started, the more convenient I make my setups to hit the ground running, the more likely I am to actually do them.

Talking about that stuff was supposed to help me ease into writing about one of the more emotionally charged things I've been meaning to write about, ^_^;; but if I segue into talking about Otherkin stuff from decluttering, the post's kinda gonna feel uneven to me. So, okay, let's talk about, as I have it in my notes:

The Time I Drove Across the Country 3 Times to Save My Life

I feel guilty about looking at it as anything but a tragedy, millions of people died, and who knows how many more were permanently disabled, and so many could have been okay if the people in power hadn't been so eager to throw them to the mercies of an uncaring disease. But, selfishly, COVID saved my life.

My mental health still isn't great. There are always ups and downs, and I've been under a lot of financial stress that's been causing me to spiral in a lot of other ways again. But before COVID it was so, so much worse. I wasn't still living with my abusive parents at the time, but I was working for them, and still beholden to them socially and financially. And I was...loosing resiliency. Going to cons and spending time with my friends wasn't...well, if wasn't enough to offset how the rest of it was wearing on me, dealing with my abusers, doing a job I hated and where I constantly felt like I was failing, and I was losing ground. I'd been suicidal for years and years, and I didn't think I had much fight left in me. I'd also been trying to escape, with interruptions to triage myself to keep functioning, for even longer. I was tired, and I was getting desperate.

COVID bought me more time.

Everything going into shutdown was bad. And let me be perfectly clear, shutting down was the right thing to happen, there were so, so many people who should not have died. But for the first time in ten years, I got some distance from my abusive parents. I didn't have to go into a job and see them all the time, I didn't have to go over to their house and play nice and cow-tow to them every week.

For the first time in so, so long, I got a reprieve.

It was still hard, I missed my friends, and the stress of living under the threat of a pandemic was huge. But I finally started to be able to put myself back together again. Just a little bit. And that made all the difference in the world.

And then, in the heart of all this uncertainty, one of my really, really good friends who I'd fallen out of contact with a few years prior reached out, and we reconnected. We talked, and talked, and one thing led to another, and eventually we started dating.

My parents had eroded most of the COVID protections at my job by this time, having us back working in the office, opening the office to the public, and things were quickly becoming untenable for me again. My friends, in person and long distance, did their best to help. As much as I would let them see how deeply I was struggling.

Then came the Thanksgiving trip.

I'd been very resistant to flying to Florida with my family in the Thanksgiving of a pandemic. But my mom had bartered with me. If I went on this trip, they wouldn't force me into going on the Christmas trip. -_- And how could I say no to a deal like that. Look, I didn't have many options, and again, I was beholden to them. I could only fight so hard. So, I went. And it was worse than I had even expected.

Never masking in a state with abysmal infection numbers, never taking advantage of outside seating at restaurants, eating out for every meal was bad enough. The endless refrain of Fox News and fascistic dogwhistles put me over the edge. I knew they wanted who I really was dead. But...living inside it...I was done. I needed to escape, by any means necessary. My friends were alarmed and rightly so. I redoubled my efforts to find another job as means of escape, and determined I would not do this ever again. I would give myself a deadline to get out.

When my relationship started with my mate, I changed my focus to jobs in the San Jose area. And in February, I finally had an opportunity. Two jobs wanted me to come in and interview, and I'd already blocked out a long weekend for that year's virtual FurSquared con. Instead, I loaded myself and my 16-year-old kidney diseased kitty, and everything I though I couldn't do without in case I decided to simply never come back, and drove the 3,000 miles from Illinois to California in 3 days.

It was ROUGH. I didn't give myself a very reasonable timeline to get there, and driving 10-hour or more days, going from cat-friendly hotel to cat-friendly hotel was A Lot. Giving Zi her subcutaneous fluids in hotel rooms was a wild experience. But eventually, we made it. I met up with my mate, changed clothes and ran out for an interview...^_^;; which I actually missed because I'd taken too long to get there. But spending the night with my mate and their partner, feeling safe with them...they offered to let me stay, and I tearfully admitted that I didn't want to leave.

I almost just stayed. I wanted to, badly. But I still had a house to get out from under, and I needed to go back and sell it. I went to the second interview, where neither of us impressed one another, and drove Zi and myself back, escape plan in gear.

My house was a horrifically cluttered mess when I called the realtor who'd helped me buy it and asked him to help me sell, but he was still generous when he came by to talk with me. The market was good, he told me, and places were getting sold even before they were properly listed. I signed the papers, and started getting to work on paring everything down and packing.

It quickly became clear that storage or moving things or Uhauls would be prohibitively expensive for me, easily over $1,000 for the cheapest options. Since I would be moving without a job set up, and without any form of income when I left, the only reasonable option was to only bring what I could fit in my car, and donate or sell the rest. It was hard, emotional work, and I had to make a lot of hard decisions (and a lot of use of Facebook Marketplace for the first time), but I made it happen, and by mid April, I finally left.

I had a celebratory going away party the night before leaving, where we drank and had fun, and enjoyed one another's company. And then my friends came and helped me with the last of the junk I hadn't managed to get through the next morning. They held me while I had a panic attack over telling my parents I was leaving, and helped me to be able to go.

In the end, the people who really knew me, who really loved me, saved me.

Finally, I headed out with Zi, deciding to drive...less stupid hours this time. I limited myself to 8 hour driving days, and just did a few more days. Memorably, one morning when I was trying to get us out the door and checked out, I couldn't find Zi. I searched that hotel room for my kitty for a good half hour before I finally found her--she'd somehow managed to open a drawer, climb inside, and shut herself in!

I'd expected to feel freed, relieved. I'd expected to feel a weight off myself immediately. But mostly, what I'd felt at first was numb grief. I was so tired. I was glad to be going, excited to be with people I loved. But I still felt bad. Everything they would have thought of the situation echoed in my mind, and it hurt. I knew I was right to go. I knew there was no way they'd ever stop hurting me. I knew I needed to get away. But their words, of how selfish I was, echoed inside me.

It's still hard sometimes. Abuse echoes still. But I'm so, so fucking relieved to be out. And so, so fucking grateful to be with my partners.

#sonic says #sonic sez #tw mental illness #mental health #tw suicidality #tw suicide mention #tw suicide

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