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bitternace · 4 months
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73 and Zexion
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[ID: a digital drawing of zexion and young ienzo from kingdom hearts. the colors are flat with chunky uncolored highlights, and the background is geometric figures without form in cold colors that are darker at the bottom and are dull on either end but a bolder blue in the middle, intending to represent water. zexion, shown from the waist up has his hands over his stomach, following the lines of his torso, like a reflection of him, is young ienzo. Zexion's expression is blank, while ienzo's a little forlorn. /End Id.]
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neversatisfiedgirl · 4 months
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I keep falling apart over men. Keep falling in love and bursting at the seams. It's something I can never hold onto.
Dear Nonnie, I wish I could give you the biggest hug in the world. Just put my arms around you and give you a place to hide for a while, so you can express your sorrows in peace, and let all your pain and troubles go.
Love is...well, it's not exactly something to be held. It's something to be experienced. It's something we feel, something we do, something we cherish - or neglect - at will.
And there are, unfortunately, those who don't know how to do any of those things responsibly, don't care about the trail of shattered hearts in their wake. They are romantic, platonic, familial - and they are ruthless and indiscriminate.
But just as these irresponsible bastards exist, so do those who tend to those broken people, picking up those shards with the same care as they would if the heart were whole. And they too come in the same forms: romantic, platonic, familial.
While having that external expression of love is beautiful and meaningful and life-affirming, the most important kind of love comes from within you. It's also the hardest to attain, sometimes. It takes a lot of work, a willingness to be uncomfortable, and most days it'll feel like you'll never stop crying.
But you'll know you've found it - even a taste of it - when you're out and about, and see that guy looking for something casual but disguising it as long-term, and you'll have no regrets about passing him up. Because you know you deserve better.
You're bursting at the seams with love that should be directed at your entire being first. Water your garden with it, and let yourself thrive.
Love you, sweetie. 💜
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anonniemousefics · 1 year
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Dear Nonnie!
Being in my thirties, I am constantly tired, depressed, overworked and running on coffee and a strong desire to live another day because in the end of it I can finally go to sleep (to be woken a few too many times by a wee baby). Which is probably how all adults live. All that being said, my head is full of ideas, characters, scenes from the books and stupid shit like that. I am bot a writer, I actually love to paint. How do I find time and enough will to do something about that instead of just lie there on the bed at my free moments? How fanfic writers find the time to write all that awesome staff?
Please share advice and wisdom,
Your anonymous admirer, still alive.
PS. That scene in the prison cell in Fjorda between separated Inej and Kaz was hot as hell. Loved it. As all your others fics, obviously.
Dear Still Alive,
I love you! I AM you! Well, except for one key difference, which is that my baby is not so wee anymore. He’s in school now, which is a game-changer, trust me. Getting enough sleep at night just isn’t a thing I have to stress about anymore – and someday, that will be you again, too. It’s true! I know people like to tease parents and say, like, “Haha you’ll never sleep again,” but I promise they’re full of shit! You will have long, luxurious sleeps again, and when you do, I think you’ll find you have the capacity to do so much more than you are able to now.
So, first thing’s first: cut yourself some slack and give yourself some love. You should rest when you need to rest. The fact that you want to lie in bed today is not failure or poor time management. It’s very possible that you’re lying there on the bed because you NEED to lie there on the bed. You’re doing so much already!! The urge to lie down is a very real physical response to the super chaotic world we have to navigate, made all the more exhausting when you have small children, and it’s just as deserving of attention as hunger or thirst or any other physical need.
In fact, you’re not just allowed to rest, you’re encouraged to rest – that’s actually a vital part of the creative process! I have exactly zero ideas when I’m pushing myself and anxious and stressing myself out. Literally all of my ideas waltz in when I’m having a long shower, or I’m driving somewhere and I’ve got nothing better to do with my mind, or I’m trying to grab another fifteen minutes of shut-eye before the alarm goes off. None of the magic happens when I’m spread thin and I’m forcing myself to cram in 30 minutes of writing because I told myself I had to or I’ll never make it as a writer (which, believe me, I’ve tried this route and it’s nothing but pain and suffering all the way down. 0/10 stars, would not recommend).
So, here’s the switch I made for myself to help me to start to create again, and maybe you’ll find it useful, too. But be warned: it’s not a quick fix, and it’s actually taken a couple years of therapy to get here. Anyway, it’s this: I made a conscious decision to stop guilting myself and instead to trust myself. When I want to use my free time to rest, I rest. When I want to use my free time to read a bunch of fic or just scroll through Instagram reels, that’s what I do. I trust that my body’s giving me that urge for a reason, just like it does with hunger or thirst, and I try to pay attention to when it stops feeling like rest or fun. Because none of those things are inherently bad, you know? Do them. Enjoy them. We need them. Don’t guilt yourself over them – just try to notice when your brain makes the switch to “that’s enough.”
And then, after I did this for a while, something started to happen. As my nervous system got used to having its needs met – and I’m talking not just the basic ones like food and shelter, but like rest and connection and freedom from shame etc. – then I started to have more energy. I started to need less time to lie down. I started to have ideas again, and I started to want to do something with them, and not just in like a wistful “I hope to do this someday” kind of way, but in like a “This is what I’m going to do now and here’s when I will do it” kind of way. And it started little! It started so little, I cannot stress this enough! If the inspiration hits you to sketch a little scene on a napkin, that is still art!!! You are still an artist, and you practiced art in that moment, and you practiced it joyfully and authentically and you should celebrate that!!! Even, and maybe especially, if it doesn’t look exactly the way you pictured it in your mind (because chances are it never will). And then do it again!!! It’s like a muscle, and it will grow a little stronger every time you do.
And then here’s the other amazing thing that will happen, if you start practice art this way – just like how after you’ve stuck with a workout plan for awhile, you start to feel more energized after a good workout, the same thing start to happen when you’re able to create art authentically, joyfully, and without guilt. It becomes a form of self-care. And I can’t speak for all fanfic writers, but this is entirely why I do it. I work in moments to do it (a thing which is a hell of a lot easier to do now that my kid is in school), because when I do, I actually have more energy now, having gone through this growth process. A lot of the time (not all of the time, but a lot of the time) I actually feel more like myself than I would have if I’d spent time doing something else. It becomes its own reward – but before that can happen, it has to be treated like a reward, you feel me? And that means no guilt when you don’t have time or energy for it and lots of grace for yourself when you make mistakes and it doesn’t look the way you wanted it to.
So, I wish I could offer you like the perfect time management spreadsheet or like access to the secret nanny-swap service we all use (I wish), but, for better or for worse, it’s been my experience that the time and the will to do creative stuff comes with rest and a lot of self love and acceptance. And a kid that sleeps through the night. Sorry about that part. That part just comes with time.
Wishing you lots of coffee and peaceful nights.
Much love,
Nonnie
P.S. - I may or may not be working on a sequel to that one. (I am. It’s just taking awhile.)
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norabrice1701 · 1 year
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Hi!! Just wanted to say that you are by far one of my favorite authors on this site, I’ve loved every single fic you’ve written. They’re all so creative and well thought out. I appreciate you so much and all you do! Hope you have a wonderful new years :)
Hello, dear nonnie! Please allow me to give you the biggest of biggest hugs
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This is so sweet and kind of you, I'm just blown away that you sent this message. I love the creative process to craft fics and messages like yours are so encouraging and appreciated - such a heartwarming start to 2023!
All the best wishes to you for the new year! 😊❤️
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st4rd0lly · 2 months
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Atsuhi soft smut
And
Akutagawa jealousy smut with some fluff
Both men deserve so much love :(
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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 !
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cw : dom akutagawa x sub reader , slight jealousy , possessiveness , sub atsushi x dom reader , maybeeee OOC ? (i’m not confident in writing for these two forgive me my love </3) , riding , praise , aftercare , no gendered pronouns mentioned regarding reader , gn !! , MDNI
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𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
“S-Shit…” Akutagawa cursed under his breath, biting back any moans that threatened to escape his mouth completely. He was never much of a vocal man in bed but sometimes he couldn’t control himself.
His hands had a vice grip around your waist, you were taking him in so good like this, like you were fucking made for him and he was sure of it. His head was tilted back, the lewd sounds that came from how many times you were slamming yourself down on his cock was enough to drive him insane. With the way you were moaning out his name, there wasn’t any way he could hold out longer. “F—Fuck, I’m close. Keep going.” He groaned, slightly moving his hips up.
“So good to me, thank you..” You babbled out, eyes rolling back slightly, desperate to reach your high. The grip grew tighter on your hips, sure enough to leave bruises in the morning. You were his, you were all fucking his. He couldn’t stand it whenever someone tried to have the courage to steal you away from him. 
By no means would he have ever admitted that, but he was sure to be damned if he didn’t show it. He wished he could find the energy in this very moment to say that you were his, nobody else’s and that he was yours. But you left him breathless every time. But it was like you could tell he wanted to say something. “‘m all yours, I promise ryu… o-oh f-fuck!!”
“Just like that, shit!”
His cum shot into you, your back arching against his chest, reaching your own high at the same time. His grip loosened immediately, all the tension leaving his body. Pale hands rub against your skin in soothing circles, his chest heaving up and down, he let out a little fit of coughs. You lifted yourself off of him quickly, reaching over to the water bottle on the night stand beside the bed.
“Are you okay?” You asked him, a little concerned. You opened the water bottle for him as he nods a little absentmindedly, he was definitely exhausted. 
“….Thank you. Can we…rest for a little bit? We’ll still clean up of course but-“
“No need to ask silly, you did so good. I think we deserve a rest.”
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𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈
“Good boy Atsushi.” You praised your darling boyfriend through a moan, your back against the soft sheets of the bed. In response, you receive a loud whimper from the white haired man. The wet sounds of ‘plap! plap! plap!’ continuously repeat as he’s fucking himself into you deeply. He needed you, he needed you so bad, he needed to feel every inch of you and you knew it. He was so quick to get lost in you, fucking into you messily when he tried to be clean with it.
“‘m sorry, I— god..” He whined, fucking into you harder. You cooed reassurances into his ear, running your fingers through his hair and even bucking up into him to encourage him. He lets out a sharp hiss, hips stuttering a bit.
“You’re doing so good, fuck… come on, give me one more baby. I know you can do it.” You whimpered, meeting up with his thrusts. The rhythm was slow and sensual, messy, but it started to pick up the pace as you both got closer to the end. 
“A-Ah! Shit, feels so good! Thankyouthankyouthankyou— !” He cried out, cumming inside of you abruptly. His cum came out in spurts at the end of his orgasm, his dick twitching inside you but still rutting faster. You came soon after, gripping onto his hair and letting out a loud moan.
His hips eventually slowed down, letting himself fall down and lay on you. He was just resting in you and on you now, eyes nearly fluttering close. His lips press a kiss against your chest, right above where your heart is. “Thank you… You did so good.” He whispered, meeting your eyes. 
“You did too. I only want the best for my love.” You smiled, coming back down from your high. Your lips pressed against his forehead, stroking the hair on his head. 
“….Told you it was a good idea to use towels..” He mumbled, practically half asleep but was referring to the towels underneath their lower half, just so they don’t ruin your guys’ sheets. You chuckled at his comment and nodded.
“You’re smart, it was a good idea.”
You adored the smile that graced his lips when those words left your mouth.
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dividers : @/cafekitsune
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frogchiro · 2 months
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https://twitter.com/6ixnsfw/status/1753551442294505823?t=qdEWRzcO-xdr4XEA2llpBg&s=19
it's not really porn, but it is nsfw with real nudity
and I just 🥺🥺🩵🩵
Oh...oh my god. This is-Y'know what, I'll leave you guys here and I'll just go to my shame corner and cry. When will it be my turn ;;
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aceofwhump · 8 months
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Harry Chase whump in World on Fire 2x03
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wonusite · 4 months
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just imagining mingi pounding into you doggy style, the air filled with his grunts, your whines, and skin slapping against skin. yunho, your other boyfriend, walks in and isn't fazed in the slightest by the erotic sight. instead, he waits patiently until both of you finish to flip you onto your back, lift your legs onto his shoulders, and start pounding away as your continue to mewl helplessly.
i see my fellow atinys aren’t holding back and i’m here for it 🥵
your legs are trembling, but all you can think about is how mingi’s fat cock is splitting you open. you’re already dripping with his cum, but he’s insatiable today, and you know he won’t stop until he’s stuffed you full one last time.
“fuck, angel. if only you could see how well you stretch open for me.” mingi groans as he slaps your ass, fucking into you harder.
all you can do is moan for him. his filthy words make you tighten and cream around for him all over again, staining his throbbing cock with your sweet essence. his deep moans mix in with your wanton cries of pleasure. wet squelching pairs in well with the harsh sound of skin slapping together, and all the sensations have you embarrassingly close to another orgasm.
this is what yunho walks into, and he’s impressively calm at the sight of you being fucked dumb. he shares a smirk with mingi and takes a seat at the edge of the bed, gently caressing your sweaty, fucked out face as you get pounded from behind.
“baby, you’re dripping all over me. you that happy to see yuyu?”
all you can do is moan and nod, making your puppy boy smile so sweetly at you. but you’re not deceived. you know what deviance lies behind that smile and you come one more time at the thought of what’s to come (literally).
mingi barely pulls his cock out of you before you’re abruptly being manhandled into a different position. yunho is staring at you with literal heart eyes as he slides into your messy cunt, loving how you tighten perfectly around his aching cock. his thrusts are rough like mingi’s, and it’s a great contrast to the sweet smile he’s directing at you.
“missed you all day, lovely.” he moans, gently caressing the legs that are thrown over his shoulders. “missed your tight little cunt.”
your tits are bouncing with ever harsh snap of his hips, and yunho’s never seen a prettier sight. the fucked out mewls and whimpers you’re letting out are so cute that his leaking cock throbs wildly as it rams against your sweet spot. he’s fucking mingi’s cum deeper into you, and it drives him crazy because he knows soon he’s going to stuff you full too.
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powderblueblood · 3 months
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How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭
need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............
it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.
it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.
and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.
because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.
which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.
she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like
crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??
red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.
track two. treasure.
persephone's hall pass.
seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.
mage in a mink coat.
well, that last one--
"you dumpster diving now? hard times."
fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.
he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.
"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."
"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."
"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"
"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"
"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"
"i shed?"
"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"
"huh?"
"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.
"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."
eddie munson is blushing.
"who's the mage?"
"the fucking.... the what?"
little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"
"nobody."
"i have a mink coat."
"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.
everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.
"have you been writing about me, munson?"
his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"
"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."
"you're such a beastie."
"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."
"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"
"context clues."
he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.
"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.
she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.
"that is for me to know--"
"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.
"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."
lacy leaves the scraps.
"i will find out, y'know."
he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."
"the bitchiest."
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teecupangel · 5 months
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Ok hear me out: Desmond as one of Ezio’s bastard children. He gets captured or something by whoever and gets forced to use the apple (since Ezio could open the vault because dna or some shit I wasn’t paying attention and by extension Desmond would also be able to)- which leads to the Apple basically sending Desmond into 2012 where he grows up for a while?
So forget Desmond going to the past- let’s send him into the future and warp his entire perspective of time so he just comes back and has NO idea what year it is and doesn’t believe anybody when they tell him when it actually is
I mean, if you really wish to hammer in the angst, you can make Desmond’s time in the future at the start being hopeful, with people helping him because he looked lost. Getting him on his feet and helping him move forward in this strange new world. Desmond was pushed into the future young enough that he has no problem acclimating with everything that was happening with the stubbornness and curiosity of a child but old enough to remember the Borgias and how Cesare taunted him about his father who didn’t even know he existed and would never think to look for him.
Let’s say Desmond is around… 10 or 11 years old when he’s transported in the future. That would make him be born in 1490, during the time a 31st year old Ezio was looking for any clues that would lead him to the Apple. It is during this time that he shared a night with a woman who looked a lot like Cristina.
Too much like Cristina, some may say, to be a coincidence.
Ezio would say that he had too much to drink back then and he had, as shameful at it was, not remembering the night correctly.
We’ll keep it a mystery if her similarity to Cristina was simply a coincidence or if this was the Calculations at play… with something more. (To muddle the waters, you can have other people say that she didn’t look like Cristina at all, if anything, she looked like Sofia… maaaayybbe)
Anyway, the main point is that Desmond returns to the past (or his actual present) on 1503 when Ezio took the Apple from the Borgias.
And this is where the timey-wimey aspect of this entire thing changes…
So we can have:
Desmond’s time is accelerated and he’s been in the future for the past 10+ years. He was living and found small pockets of happiness in the future that he considered returning to the past as… a punishment.
Desmond’s time in the future advances the same time as the past so, to him, 3ish years have passed as well. This would make Desmond around 13~14 years old roughly.
Regardless, Ezio knows Desmond is his son because Leonardo remembers seeing him and hearing Cesare talk about him (this is also the main reason why Ezio was looking for Desmond the entire time he was in Rome as well).
And here’s the kicker:
Desmond isn’t the name given to him by his mother. Desmond Miles is the name he took when he was taken to the future.
And now we have the subplot of Ezio wondering if his son is meant to be the Desmond that Minerva spoke of in the vault. And if he is… did that mean Ezio had to help Desmond return to the future so he can save the world?
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unstablerk800 · 7 months
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Nines, I heard Gavin was looking for you
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"Gavin is never looking for me", Nines replied stiffly. "He's glad when I'm not near him. Yesterday, for instance, he said get lost 49 times."
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silky-silksong · 5 months
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Local Mermaid Gremlin Roasted by Puppets.
A unusual Nonny appears in the kitchen of Poppy, prompting Eddie, who was originally delivering mail, to enter inside to help her out.
Reports say what they saw was unbelievable. Please subscribe for more information from your local news channel
@partycoffin// characters Poppy and Eddie
Nonny (Bubble Guppies)
Design (by me for Nonny)
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neversatisfiedgirl · 4 months
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You're such a beautiful soul. I'm having so many difficulties so much pain. In a lot of ways I think I'm too broken to heal properly like some type of compound fracture. There's a boy I fell in love with and its felt a lot like loss right from the beginning, he loves me too but says those are just feelings and they don't make a relationship. If its okay can I submit some of the messages to you?
Hey, dear Nonnie. Of course you can, if you feel it'll help. 💜
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anonniemousefics · 1 year
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Dear Nonnie,
Truer words have not been spoken. I AM too hot for this shit. It's about time I clocked it.
Seriously, I needed that, thank you <3
I will be filtering the people I allow to mess with my mind because it does get hard and it does hurt when it doesn't even matter to them what affects me and my mental health.
Only hugs, kisses and thank yous,
Ms. 99♡
Dear Ms. 99 Too Hot For This Shit,
My pleasure, love. <3 I hope you've been able to hold your head high this week and remember your worth.
Sending so much love,
Nonnie
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kaciidubs · 3 months
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I'm losing interest and will to write because of no feedback or interaction whatsoever and I don't know what to do because I love writing but this situation is killing me I feel trapped like I am locked inside a glass jar
Oh, my sweet, sweet nonnie, come sit with me, yeah?
I understand how you feel, trust me - it's so disheartening to want to write and actually write, but when you get around to sharing, and wanting interactions and have discussions about what you made, it just ends up feeling like you're preaching to an empty crowd.
It sucks, not getting feedback, even if it's just a little "you did great!" or "loved this!" on things you worked really hard for, and you have all the right to feel the way you're feeling.
In my personal experience, when I start to feel this way I always try to remember the reason of why I started writing in the first place.
To me, writing is something that's supposed to bring you joy, give you a little peace in your life and the freedom to create what you want, and as long as you're happy with what you wrote at the end of the day, then ultimately that's all that should matter.
And, of course, some days its harder to believe in that mindset than others, and sometimes it takes longer to get out of that feeling, but that's really what I believe, and I hope that belief can help you out, too.
I know the purpose of posting is inherently to get interactions and feedback, I'm not naive to that fact, but you shouldn't lose your passion over this lull.
All in all, please keep writing - even if you don't get any immediate reactions, people still see what you post, read what you write, and unknowingly to you, it could be their favorite thing they've seen in their day.
I hope I brought some ease to your burdens, nonnie, and I'm rooting for you!
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pwnyta · 10 months
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Seeing art of Peter B Parker/Miguel O'Hara and realizing I am not immune to propaganda
//me having to look up what youre talking about
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....Yeah that checks out.
You cant put a skinny white guy in a fuzzy pink sweater and then strap a baby to his chest... the fandoms gonna wanna lovingly rip his ass apart using the nearest bigger dude... What on earth were the designers thinking?
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