bestie ik this is random but im having a fashion crisis (god that sounds so cheesy) and methinks your style fucks, gender as hell, literal goals etc etc.. soooooo whats your secret, do you have tips, how are you so swag, whats your inspo, how do u find/do stuff, please, looking at u w my big eyes, im so swagless
HUH??? respectfully my beloved: WHAT? I'm so bad at putting together good outfits I literally wear like the same rotation of like 5 articles of clothing or 2 fancier outfits :sob: I have like three to four pairs of pants that I rotate wearing and like a few shirts that I wear. I am very bad at style or clothing choices. I guess like the most significant thing is that I customize a lot of my clothing??? Like my bitb and other jrwi shirt I both made myself, I have another shirt that I embroidered a design on, and my two sweatshirts I customized but that's really the entire secret. I just make my clothes look cool myself and then they become a Safe Item(TM) and I wear it constantly. Like I probably wear my jrwi/bitb shirt at least once a week (I had to stop myself from wearing the jrwi shirt today bc im like I need to do a new outfit).
Like my main two outfits that I enjoy wearing is my cargo pants + either my bleached bitb shirt or my other jrwi shirt. And I wear that whenever possible. I just wear whatever is comfortable imma be so fr :sob: and those are my most comfortable items. Plus my patch sweatshirt. It's really just 90% of stuff that I've customized myself.
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Greetings !! Just wanted to inform you that I cannot read your pinned post as the font you used to hard for me to read :D
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writing only English for this blog
I attend school but I will write (almost) any request
I mainly write for:
Genshin Impact
Death Note
Alice in Borderland (occasionally now that I think about it)
Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)
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(Thank you so much for reaching out! I picked that font because it mostly fits the theme of my blog so I apologize in advance for that. Now that you're here, I just need to express how much I love your blog!! Even after finding it today, I realized I liked some of your post but genuinely forgot to follow!! Again, thank you so much <3)
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obviously I logically understand why but I hate when homeless people asking for money have to lie about xyz illnesses, cancers etc that they have.
like ma'am I can tell you are an addict and I am still okay to give you some change because everyone has to eat to live. and if you spend that on something else that is your decision not mine. withdrawal can kill people too obviously and these are people that obviously are unable to access services to detox safely so like ... what is the issue.
why does this woman have to tell some extreme exaggerated story about having 4 types of stage 4 cancer and 2 past heart attacks and paraplegia (whilst walking) just to get a stranger to hand her £6 from his pocket ???
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True form. Inspired by the last scene from DLS S3 ep 13 (Vlad x Laia)
Fresh red blood dripping down its claws and fangs.
A feral grin. No trace, no shadow of anything human in its eyes.
Only the endless darkness
Turning around it reached for her, clawed hands grasping at her delicate throat. She didn’t resist at first. Her mouth simply moved in a silent ‘no’, begging the universe to undo the horror that lay before her, pleading with it to bring back the man she loved. She looked into its face, into its eyes looking for a semblance of him but instead cold, hard eyes of a deranged monster stared back at her. Eyes devoid of emotion, razor focused, beholding only one goal; destruction. Still, she didn't give up hope and she was sure he was still in there he had to be. The beating heart that lay deep inside the monster’s chest did still belong to him.
Deciding it had had enough of the staring game, it slowly lifted her higher. Now she struggled, clawing at his hands, shouting at it to let her go this instant. Instead he tightened his hold on her throat, a sharp nail pressed against her neck like a dagger and all of a sudden she went limp. All her bravado gone, her anger sated. Leaving in its path a broken heart and a well of sadness where all the hopes and dreams she had for her and her love’s future, drowned.
The monster watched her, its eyebrows furrowed. Her sadness affected him, stabbed at his heart and for a moment, recognition flickered in its eyes. A flicker of him, a brief glance at the human it was before and then it was gone. Letting out a guttural roar of annoyance, it tossed her to the ground. It turned around to look at the figure that lay on the ground, her shoulders shaking, hands clutching at her throat as she mourned the love she lost. The assault in its chest started anew and it quickly averted its eyes, walking away in long strides.
She could feel the familiar pricking at the back of her eyes and sobs escaped her in seconds. Her tears however were not born out of fear from death, it sprang from the guilt she held in her heart. Guilt that she couldn't save the man she loved, guilt that he became the very monster he vowed to never become, guilt that perhaps it all started and ended this way because of her.
~ This update broke me, absolutely heartbroken which naturally inspired me to write again! Sorry I disappeared for a bit there😭 but I started uni and life got busy. BUT i’ve been trying to get back into writing and have bonus material for my love language and parent (series?) planned which I hope to get out soon! Really hope y'all like this because ive written after a long time and its very different from my usually work. <33
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