#i saw this like 'i let the intrusive thoughts win' isn't something people use all the time for like dying their fucking hair
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i swear if you people start uwuifying OCD like you did with ADHD and autism I'm going to start attacking
#the general idea of what OCD is already so fucking wrong and harmful#if you start being like 'oh my little meow meow is so OCD' or 'its not a disorder its just a different way of thinking uwu'#I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL#ALL OF MY EARLIEST CHILDHOOD MEMORIES FROM AGE 3 AND UP ARE OF HAVING PANIC ATTACKS#PLEASE GO FUCK YOURSELVES THIS IS A MISERABLE FUCKING DISORDER ITS NOT CUTE ITS NOT QUIRKY ITS THE REASON I HAD GRAY HAIR AS A TEENAGER#i saw this like 'i let the intrusive thoughts win' isn't something people use all the time for like dying their fucking hair#its exhausting how many people what to be all 'mental illness needs to be more accepted'#and then in the next sentence want to deny that your mental illness is actually harmful to you and doesn't negatively affect you#and its just because society doesn't accept your different way of thinking uwu#NO I LITERALLY WOULD HAVE KILLED MYSELF AS A TEENAGER IF SOMEONE HAD CONVINCED ME THAT MY MENTAL ILLNESS WAS NORMAL AND FINE#figuring out that something was Wrong with my brain was like the best moment of my life#and this 'no you just think differently don't try to change' attitude may be helpful in SOME CASES#but that shit needs to me pulled back on A LOT online because that framing can be extremely harmful to some people (like me)#knowing exactly what is wrong with my brain is literally the only way I'm able to not let it affect me#and it not affecting me is literally the only way I can function and live happily#like you understand that some people do genuinely have things wrong with them#and telling them they don't is beyond cruel
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Perfect. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.
Later after the party, Christopher would pay Salvador a huge sum of money for doing his job. Well, he should admit that, at first, it seemed so difficult. The victim, himself, didn't look that intimidating, sure, but, his pets sure did. What were they again? Ah! A glowing panther and an extremely talkative blue parrot.
Who is this V person, anyway?! An exotic pet smuggler?!
Eh, it doesn't matter now! Thought Salvador as he glanced at V's house from his own car. Stealing those vintage clothing and that necklace was a,...
"Piece of cake!" The man exclaimed as he adjusted the rear view mirror. Taking a comb from the pocket of his black leather jacket, he began fixing his already slick - looking hair. Giving his own reflection the gun fingers, he sang along to the music in his car speakers, "We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it, anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away. I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me,... TAKE ON ME - !
"WHOA!"
Not a moment too soon, Salvador found himself stumbling on the ground next to two pairs of feet. Somehow, the car door ( which was locked ) was forced open and he felt strong hands dragging him out. He looked up and saw two very irate - looking strangers. The woman had her arms crossed and the man was tapping his booted foot on the ground.
"WHO ARE YOU, PEOPLE?!" Salvador screamed as he tried to scramble away from the two strangers. However, his escape was unsuccessful when the man grabbed his jacket and yanked him off the ground. "H - HAVE MERCY ON ME, PLEASE!"
"Is this the one, Nico?" The man asked the woman, who just lit up a cigarette and began smoking.
Pointing two fingers at Salvador, the woman called Nico spoke. "That's the one. Or, unless I'm wrong and he's not the one spying on V here for almost a week!"
"Y - Y - YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!" Salvador pleaded, already feeling his sweat run cold and his bones weaken. He tried to pry himself loose from the man's grip but, he was just too strong! "I - I - I DON'T KNOW W - WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
All of a sudden, they heard an awful noise coming from the car, and a few moments later, that same talkative blue bird came into view.
"HE'S GOT IT!" The noisy bird squawked as it pointed at something with its wing. They all turned towards the direction it's pointing at and noticed that same glowing panther, the pieces of the ripped vintage clothing in its mouth, standing just next to the car.
Which means,...
The awful noise that Salvador heard earlier was the sound of his car trunk breaking!
"YOU,... FUCKING ZOO MASCOTS!" Salvador howled in anger.
It happened in a matter of seconds. Poor Salvador was about to fight back when he felt his body go numb all of a sudden. It's as if an incredible jolt of electricity ran through his system to the numerous ends of his nerves at the speed of light, making him fall to the ground, helpless and unmoving.
As a matter of fact, he really felt he should've been dead with that unprecedented attack but, miraculously, he's not.
"I can't find the necklace anywhere!" He heard another woman say. Where did that come from?!
"Let's check again!" Answered the other female, the one who smoked.
It's,... no use,... Salvador thought, his face still lying flat on the ground where he fell. B - boss,... has the w - wretched thing!
"It's not,... fucking here!" The aggravated male swore a few moments later after all that ruckus in the car.
"We should let him know." The woman who smoked said. "He's the one who originally owns it."
"I agree with you on that, Nico."
He? Salvador thought helplessly. Who the heck - ?! What now?!
*
Fly me to the moon,
Let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on
A - Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, baby, kiss me.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you.
The voice of the Frank Sinatra wannabe on the stage soared high above the romantic place as the couples, all dressed in their best vintage, danced to the hypnotic, timeless tune.
And as you danced the dreamy Foxtrot with your tall, green - eyed partner, your mind couldn't help but go over, and over again through the events that led right to this moment.
"Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you,..." V's low and gentle voice mesmerized you. There simply was this special something in his voice. Something very warm and familiar. You've noticed it the first time during Avery's wedding where you've met him but, you didn't pay it too much attention. At least, not too much. However, during that night when he visited you and read to you that lovely story about Cupid and his beloved muse, you could no longer deny that fact. You can't actually pinpoint what it was but, it certainly lured you in closer to him.
Yes, there's no use denying that now.
You feel something for V, that you're definitely sure of.
You just kept wondering, is he really the one? Were your feelings even mutual? And what if the same thing happens to you? That thing that Christopher did to you?
Many doubtful things about V plagued your mind since that night but, now that he's here, right before you, you're very sure. Very sure, indeed.
You almost did not hear his shy, and yet bashful voice above the overwhelming applause and cheers he received from the other guests as he spoke to you after his heartwarming ( and cheesy ) song. His warm smile, pleading eyes, and gentle touch as he took your hand and planted a kiss on it made you feel like you were the most enchanting woman in the whole wide world.
The one and only enchantingly beautiful woman in V's whole world,...
"Pardon my delay." He told you, the guests still cheering wildly for the both of you. "I was,... catching up on some - "
You cut him off, placing a single finger over those supple lips of his. With wide green eyes, he saw you lean closer to him. And with a wildly racing heart, he heard you whisper sweetly to his ear, "I know. It's alright." Then, giving him an equally warm, and sweet, smile that flung his heart beat off its normal rhythm, you added, "You came. That's all that matters."
"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. Domestic guy!" An obnoxious voice boomed all of a sudden, destroying the sweet and tender mood and killing your moment with V. "How rude of you to keep your lady waiting!"
That,... mother - !
Earning disgusted looks from the people standing closest to you ( especially Trish and Lady ), Christopher went on with his self - primping. And bullying. "And what,... old clothes you wear!"
There, he said it. He emphasized the words, old clothes.
He knew what's going on! You thought as you threw the man a scornful, disgusted look.
Showing your,... true colors! V thought at the same time as he held you closer to him and shielded you from the overbearing guy. I see,...
I will make you pay,... Christopher thought as he gave V a very awful and challenging look. You two,... will pay!
"The better," You answered, your brave voice soaring high above the noise of Fleminger's ball room. " ... to spend this beautiful vintage evening with."
"So, we're talking about spending nights with someone else now, huh?" Christopher, like the rude man that he was, bit the bait, a very visible tint of red coloring his face. You knew that look. He was getting really riled up. "Let's see,... hmm,... how about," He uttered in a sickly sing - song voice as he pointed an accusing finger at both you and V. This made you stand instinctively in front of V, reversing your positions from before, and protecting the poor poet from your evil ex. And this made Christopher even angrier. " ... a challenge, perhaps? Whoever grabs the title of King and Queen this year,... wins! How about that?"
"We have no intention of - " V began but, you cut him off once more. You,... just couldn't stand Christopher's bullying anymore.
This has to stop! Here and now! And you will not stand by idle, and do nothing! You will fight this! And win the war! No matter what it takes!
"How do we do that?" You questioned, feeling your blood boil for the evil doctor.
"Eh, it's obvious, isn't it?" Christopher gestured with his thumb, pointing at the middle of the room where Dante began doing his Michael Jackson routine once more. "We go by Fleminger's rules. We rule the dancefloor. If you win, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. If not,... well! We'll see! How's that, Little Miss Domestic?"
Leaving V for a while, you stepped closer towards Christopher and looked at him straight in the eye, dead set on bringing the evil man down.
"You're on," You answered, and with a hint of sass in your voice from being bullied, as well, you added, "Mr. Narcist."
"Now, I wonder who the Damsel In Distress really is here." A male voice interrupted. Turning your eyes to the source of this new voice, you found the robust ( and bald ) host of the party. Smiling at you and bowing theatrically, he spoke. "Pardon my,... intrusion. As you may have already known, I'm called Flanagan Allen Fleminger. But, you can simply call me,... Fleminger."
"Sir Fleminger!" Christopher greeted in an overly exaggerated way. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you. I' am - "
"Did I hear a challenge just now?" Fleminger asked with a very curious smile. "Because I do love challenges!"
You and V gave each other a worried glance, both pondering whether you should take this Fleminger man's intervention as an opportunity or as a warning. The man looked suspicious enough! Really suspicious,...
"Well! My spacious ball room is more than ready,... and equipped,... for any,... chivalrous challenges,... in the name of love. And honor! If I may add." Fleminger exclaimed as he excitedly clasped his hands and glided towards V. How does anyone simply glide like that? "I hope you find it,... challenging enough for your taste,... My Lord." He said and walked away with that mischievous smile on his face.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you.
The music wound to a close, and as you and V took your bow, you heard the audience's excited cheers as they called for Christopher and Lady's name above all other couples who were dancing along with you. It's very difficult to deny it but, that Lancaster guy do have a way with ballroom dances.
And he clearly looked like he's winning the game,...
You felt V's grip on your hands tighten as you noticed him looking with such distress at the horrible enemy. You couldn't really blame him. Three dances in and people just couldn't help but be entranced by Christopher and Lady's moves. It's as if their perfectly choreographed moves has the ability to put anyone under a spell, and that alone spells trouble for both you and V.
What would happen to the two of you if Lancaster wins this?! What would happen if he and Lady becomes King and Queen of The Night? He probably would never stop bullying you and V for the rest of your life!
"Heads up!" You heard Trish tell you with a pat on your arm, making you turn your attention to her and her dance partner, Dante.
"Hey! Rockin' the dance floor?" The Devil Hunter greeted you with an overly confident smile that said I'll nab the title of King! all over despite Christopher's undeniable popularity. And this made Trish roll her eyes.
"Popularity polls don't matter!" Trish went on. With a sly glance at Fleminger, who was watching the dances at one of the upper boxes, she added, "It's him who decides the winner." And with a reassuring smile on her face, she said, "You're doing just fine."
"Yeah, right. Thanks" You answered as you watched the woman regally walk away with Dante. How could any woman stay perfectly poised and fresh after rounds of Waltz, Quick Step, and Foxtrot?!
"(Y/N)," All of a sudden, you heard your partner speak, his low voice slightly making you worry. " ... I should not have dragged the both of us in this hopeless situation. Forgive me,... "
What? "Hey, it's not your fault! I was the one who accepted that man's challenge." You reminded him as the rest of the couples took their five - minute break before the next dance. "It's not your fault, V."
"But, I was the one who invited you here,... " And it was the truth. V wanted you to have a memorable and fun night with him. He planned this event through and through in his head and he honestly thought that everything would go smoothly and perfectly. In his eagerness to fulfill your last wish, he was not able to predict one tiny setback.
And that setback happened to be the biggest, most annoying throat choke that ever lived on the planet. One that just wouldn’t go down in defeat even with more than eight glasses of water and a few cat scratches on the neck. Or, in V’s case, one that refused to stay in the Underworld after being kicked there.
Why didn't he just stay in Hell for good?! That damned Christopher Lancaster?!
"Oh, my!"
V's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in as he saw Lady just bump into you. On the other hand, you didn't even notice it when the woman who looked like Audrey Hepburn suddenly, and out of the blue, appeared just like that, and you totally blamed it on your lack of focus.
"Oh, how silly of me!" Lady apologized with a smile as she helped you on your feet.
"It's alright. I wasn't paying attention. I - "
V's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he saw Lady whisper something to you as soon as you got up. He was even tempted to barge in but, when she left a few moments later, he noticed that there was something in her different - colored eyes. A knowing glint,... that apparently only you and her understand.
"My dear, are you alright?" V began asking when he noticed your facial expression changing to a more,... challenging look?
"Yes, I'm,... super!" You answered as you thoughtfully drummed your chin with your fingers. Looking up at him, you touched his arm and said, "I'm just gonna,... fix something."
"P - pardon? Is everything alright?"
"I'll be right back, I promise."
V helplessly watched you as you made your way towards the powder room, and it was definitely not helping with the situation, at all! With Nico, Nero, and his familiars all gone on an errand, he felt his focus vanishing and slipping off his fingers! And being left alone on that unfamiliar dance floor made him feel like he was standing, in the middle of the vast ocean, with about a hundred, hungry sharks swimming about, on a thin sheet of ice that was threatening to break beneath his cold feet!
And he never felt that tensed in his miserable life!
V's eagle sight noticed the musicians as they went back to their pedestal for another round of dance music, and he became all the more nervous for what will occur!
But, he must remain calm! And focused! And -
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🌸 Okay, this one literally took almost an hour to upload. But, all of a sudden, I developed a strong urge to put V and his beloved into this cheesy 80's music video. It's now 5am, and I'm still singing TAKE ON ME! Oh, rip! Oh, rip, indeed! 😅😅😅 🌸
🌸 @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @hanniskywalker . 🌸
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"Told you I'll be right back." V heard your sweet and playful voice once more, and when he turned around with vast relief to see you, he was more than shocked!
Your skirt,...
Your beautiful and elegant white skirt,...
YOU RIPPED YOUR SKIRT!
But,... WHY?!
"(Y/N), dear, I don't think that's - !" V stuttered in distress, wanting to blurt out the word inappropriate as gently as he could, as his sight wandered over your bare legs. But, he just could not find any word to replace it. What’s more, he was even beginning to notice the audience taking notice of your sudden change!
"Trust me, V." You reassured him as you smiled confidently at him. Yes, you don't quite trust Lady. But, her words earlier,...
There was no way in hell that she would lie to you! No fricking way!
You looked up at the upper boxes and noticed Fleminger excitedly leaning in closer to his seat the moment the musicians picked up their instruments. A tall guy, followed by two ladies ( probably back up singers ), stepped on the musician's platform and grabbed their own microphones.
Then, the music started.
Oh, Lady was definitely right!
You spread your arms confidently wide in a seemingly familiar pose, waiting for V to take the lead.
A few moments later, V realized,...
The next dance was,... !
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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸
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from your pictures I saw you have a big nose like me, and I was wondering: did you ever get bullied for it? did you consider having plastic surgery? and if yes, what made you change your mind about it? I hope this isn't too intrusive!
heyyyy! not intrusive at all, my nose is objectively big and i don’t mind sharing my ‘story’, so to say.
first of all, i was never bullied for my nose. oddly enough (or not so oddly, tbh), the only person who acted some type way bc of my nose was me – e.g. i used to feel like ‘i’d go talk to them if my nose wasn’t so big’ (which is like... borderline irrational as a thought) or simply that i’d be more confident or that no one would have a crush on me bc of the nose or whatever). if you did get bullied... gross and sad. i have experience with bullies, for different reasons, and i’d have so, so many words but we’re here to talk about noses, so.
i did consider plastic surgery! when i was younger, a kid even, i used to think that would be the only thing that could make me happy, confident etc. one day, at a wedding, a friend of my dad’s took me under his arm and made me take a walk with him where he would greet in a subtle way every woman who’d had a rhinoplasty just to make me see how their noses looked all the same. (there was quite a lot of them, it was a pretty fancy wedding and a french-like nose was trendy back then). i used to think that he hadn’t changed my mind and maybe he hadn’t, and maybe it wasn’t life changing. but maybe, maybe it was. not bc he pointed out how they all basically looked the same, but because someone who knew me and cared about me as a person had taken the time to have this hilarious walk with me, a 12 year old, to try and make me see how my face was my face also bc of my nose. like. it was an inside joke between us and no one of those women ever knew and now that i think about it, it’s not about not wanting ‘the same nose’ as everyone else. it’s about stuff being more important than a nose.
now, this story is an anecdote and someone i hold very dear, but it’s also a metaphor of my attitude toward my nose in general. growing up, i’ve learned that there are so many things that are more important than looks. so many things that can make you lose your confidence that are unrelated to your looks. so many people who can love you, and so many people who you can love, where looks just... don’t matter. like... i really thought a nose job could be the solution to all my problems???
and please, let it be clear: i don’t judge someone who wants to have a nose job bc they think it can improve their lives in some way. it might! good for them! each to their own. me, i just learned to live with my nose and with myself, struggling with body issues way more ‘important’ than my nose (like... physically surpassing it? i’ve had an ed for years) and now that i’ve learned that i am this and that being healthy – both physically and mentally – is a battle you have to win, both a fight and a blessing... i just can’t even bother thinking about how i look. i don’t think i’m pretty. i don’t think i’m ugly. i just have this body and this face and i think i can look bomb when i feel confident and have a killer outfit and i can look like complete shit when i’m tired or when i just... look like complete shit and overall, i don’t think a different nose would change that. nor would it change how i feel about myself or how people feel about me, because i’m way more than this face and this body i got.
(also, on a way more basic level, i don’t think that a different nose would go with my face, which is in general something i find in most people who’ve had nose jobs that are too ‘invasive’. like. bella hadid. her nose looks like it was glued to her face but her face is also kind of empty bc that isn’t her original nose and it shows, like, it doesn’t fit, so, if we’re speaking in very down-to-earth, honest terms... it looks ‘ugly’ and if this was a thing, i think i’d look ‘uglier’ with a semi empty face and a nose i wasn’t born with. but like, this if i rationalise the thing, asking myself how would i look w a different nose? which i don’t, because i just think this is my face and i wanna keep it).
i hope this helped in some way! feel free to come back ♡♡
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