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It hurts me that you haven't updated your fics💔 I NEED to know what's going to happen…

I know. I’m sorry. It hurt me too that I couldn’t find my inspiration and muse for 2+ years. I hadn’t intended for that to happen, but that’s how much mental health issues impact your life. And for me, I had stopped being “me” for quite a while. 🫥🖤🤕❤️‍🩹

The good news is the situation causing the problem has passed and I am feeling my personality come back. I will be posting updates soon! I’m sorry you’ve had to wait so long and I thank you heartily for your patience and devotion to the ficus. I’m very encouraged by your enjoyment and I hope you love the new stuff as it comes out!

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When We’re Ready [2] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two]

Summary: After months of not getting pregnant, your mental health takes a big hit.

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, leave. Mentions of depression, slight angst, penetrative sex, oral (male receiving), brief self pleasure, cussing, google translated French, badly spell checked. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

Masterlist

The days were colder and the last snow of winter was sure to come any day now. Every morning, Kylian would leave bundled up and ready to train, and you’d stay home – left to your own devices with the same bitter thoughts you've collected over the past seven months. 

Getting laid off in early November seemed like a blessing in disguise, but sitting here in the chill of late February with nothing to do but wonder what the hell was wrong with your body made you realize it was more of a curse than a godsend. Maybe the universe was preparing your schedule for motherhood, you thought – needing time to ready the home for a newborn – time that you couldn't find with a job. But, still you remain jobless and without a child. Alone for most of the day, and sometimes days when Kylian went away.

Seven months seems like it’s too soon to feel this type of dreadful disappointment, especially since you’ve read it takes couples upwards of a year to get pregnant… but when you’ve prayed night after night, thoughts consumed with nothing but babies, listened to your husband raving about when the day finally comes, getting your hopes up just be let down once more… for seven months… it takes its toll. 

You were surprised when you heard a key jam into the front door, a mug full of lukewarm tea clung onto your chest as you watched trash TV in the living room, pajamas buried under the comforter you dragged directly from the downstairs guest room. You watched as Ky walked toward you with furrowed brows. 

“Hey.” His voice was gentle.

 “Hi.” You smile forcefully. “You’re home early.”

He hums and sits next to you on the couch. “Not really… It’s past six.”

When he said this to you, even with his tender tone, he hated how your face dropped with confusion, wondering how you spent your day cooped up in here. Of course he’d noticed your deteriorating emotional strength. He wasn’t so sure how to deal with all of this, also strained from having to pretend to be strong for the both of you. 

He kissed your cheek upon seeing your tears well up, pulling you into his body while you tried to hide your emotion. You laughed a little. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”

He rubbed your back in an attempt to sooth you. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay, mon coeur.”

You pulled yourself together surprisingly quickly, the veil of embarrassment not unnoticed by your perceptive husband, but doing his best to not bring it up and make you more aware of his knowledge. 

He ordered take out while you took a steaming shower, satisfied at the dinner table with a mouth full of chicken fried rice. Conversations flowed innocently, but your heart faltered a bit when you got that notification on your phone from your period tracking app – you were ovulating!

Great.

The distinct chime made your food so dry in your mouth, having difficulty swallowing it. You put your phone face down on the table, pretending you didn't both see and hear it. 

He stares at you for a bit. You’re looking down at your plate, saying nothing, not meeting his gaze – though you felt it. He puts his hand on yours. “Bebe…”

“Stop.” You grumble, avoiding his eye contact. “I’m not in the mood.”

He sighs, clanging his fork a little louder than he intended to in the twinge of frustration. He understood, but he just wished you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. 

In December, you both had visited a fertility clinic to make sure all the gears were working correctly – and they were. It was amazing news that gave you both a fresh drive after months of let downs, but two months and four negative tests harshly dampened that high. You had been pretty hard on yourself, even if Doctor Laclairc said you had a pristine uterus and it just takes longer for some people. 

The noise clattering on his plate caused you to look up, annoyed. Kylian rubbed his temples with his head in his hands, biting the inside of his cheek. 

“What?” You barked. He pursed his lips and shook his head. He was holding back, you could tell. “Just say it, Kylian.”

“What do you want me to say?” He hissed from across that table.

“Whatever you’re not saying right now!”

He takes in a deep breath of air, trying his best to keep his head level. You pointedly stare at him, waiting for something to leave his mouth. He wiped his face with a napkin, tossing it back on the table. “You’re not the only one hurting.” He placed it softly, but you can hear the deep exasperation, emotionally exhausted. It shook you a little, having seen Kylian as a steady rock through all of this. His optimism had carried you through, letting yourself cry in his arms to find comfort. Sure, you knew he felt sad, but he hasn't let you see his devastation in full swing. “Do you think I’m in the mood? I’m not. It’s exhausting.” His eyes were slightly glossy as he expressed himself, voice loud but so unsure. You stare at him, silent. “But, we have to keep trying. I want this. You want this – I know how bad you want this. So, please. Give us a chance.”

His voice was so gentle at the end, emotions soaking every word that left his chest. You dipped your head down, knowing how you'd let your thinned patience steer your words and actions. Kylian never deserved the misguided anger that you let seep through. He’d been nothing but an anchor through these tolling seasons, putting your stability in front of his own.

He gets up out of his chair and slowly walks to yours, kneeling at your side where you sat and stared up at your teary eyes. 

With your hand now taken in his, he places a gentle thumb on your cheek, guiding you to look at him. “It’ll all be worth it.” He confirms, kissing the back of your hand. 

You sniffled, nodding as you turned your body toward him. Your arms wrapped so tightly around his neck and his around your middle. You both breathed in at first contact, some tears falling into the fabric of each other's shirts. The way he grasped you was allconsuming. It was a true embrace that you returned. He just felt like home.

You kiss his cheek, smooching the area until you place one on his lips. Now, holding his face and gazing into him, the strong wall he had built was knocked down. You saw the pain and urgency swirl in his irises. He pecks your lips, letting his hands roam slowly on your back.

You sigh as your lips quivered. All he did was run a thumb over your bottom lip, holding back his own exploding emotions. 

He stood and your eyes followed him now hovering over you, both his hands cradling your face – then the pair of you found yourselves under the covers in your shared bed once more. 

It’s funny. When you first started dating, the infatuation was supernatural. You wondered at the time how you could possibly ever be upset while he had his cock buried inside of you, stare bearing down into your soul with eyes that were made of magma, fingers so curious and ready to please as they got to know the terrain of your body. 

You hadn’t felt the same way about sex in months. It felt like a chore. An obligation demanded by a stupid, inconsequential chime from the app that cost you €2.99 a month. Kylian would have to work himself up half the time and you were just a hole until he filled you up. Aftercare rituals now only consisted of laying still on your back with your feet in the air. An orgasm felt selfish for reasons you couldn’t explain. It’s like you didn’t dare give yourself that primal pleasure because you had convinced your body didn’t deserve it, having failed you over and over again. 

This time, Kylian wanted to wash away the notion that your recent string of bad luck wasn’t caused by one individual or the other. Through his achingly slow actions, he showed you that you weren't just two separate people trying to accomplish a goal; not like when he jerks himself in the bathroom and puts his dick inside of you right before he came. You were together on this. A unified front. Bound to each other for life. 

He praised your weary body, working you up like he used to. Moving at a snail pace, taking his time, dragging his fingers everywhere on your skin. The ‘I love you’’s and the expressions of devotion he mumbled against you flooded your senses. The drag of his member that squeezed against your walls, the inexpressible and constant eye contact, the lost kisses and marks left behind… It was purely and literally making love. He made love to you. You made love to him.

A fortnight passed once more and it was time for your bi-weekly personal hell. Kylian grabbed one of the many pregnancy test boxes from the cabinet in your shared bathroom, opening it for you and setting it next to the toilet – the usual routine. 

He kissed your forehead. “I have a good feeling about this one.” Kylian mentioned with a grin on his face.

“I hate when you say stuff like that.” You mumble walking toward the small toilet room to leave Kylian alone by the his-and-hers sinks. 

He stops you with a hand on your arm. The look on his face was exasperated. “Come on.” He pleads. “Amour, you have to have a little bit of hope. This isn’t how we thought it was going to be like, and I know that. I feel that. But, can you please just… fake it? For me?”

You sigh with a hand on your forehead, then churning out a grin for your husband. “I have a good feeling about this one!” It was a little too enthusiastic. 

He chuckled slightly at how forced your words sounded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That was a really good try.” Kiss. “And I appreciate the effort.”

You shake your head with a breathy laugh, but the knot in your stomach stays put, even with the tiny little grin that found its way onto your face without permission.

You’d found the easiest and cleanest way to pee on that stick after doing it so many times. It was generally quick and you didn’t find it gross at all anymore. You set the capped test on the back of the toilet seat and grab some toilet paper. When you stood up, you looked into the bowl before flushing, and the knot in your stomach intensified. 

Kylian leaned against the marble with his arms crossed, looking up at you when you opened the door. “I’ll set the timer.”

You pressed your foot on the trash can pedal and threw the plastic stick inside. “Don’t bother.” You mutter, walking back into the bedroom and throwing yourself on the mattress, body turned opposite of Kylian.

He runs a hand over his scalp, feeling the anger simmering at the surface, letting his feet guide him out of the tiled room. He sees you laying on your side, staring at the wall.

“I don’t know what else to say to you!” He cries out, staring at your back as you curl further into the pillow. “We’re both doing our part. Everyone said it would take time. We knew this would take time! Not everything is going to go our way, but we cannot stop trying. I really need you to start believing we can do this. We can!”

“I can’t, Kylian!” You sob, letting yourself breakdown. This anguish was brutal and completely unforgiving. “I can’t do it.” Your words barely make a sound; calling it a squeak would even be generous. 

His heart breaks and it softens him up a little. He didn’t mean to shout, but everything has just been building and building up inside of him. “Hey…” He coos, crawling on the bed over to your side, holding you apprehensively while you cry into your pillow. He pressed you close to his body when he felt the shaking of your weeps, spooning your figure that jolted in tandem with your cries. “Shh, shh… I know it hurts, amour. I know.”

“Something’s wrong with my body, Kylian. I don’t care what Doctor Laclairc said. She got it wrong. I know she did. I’m so sorry.” 

“No, no, bebe. Nothing is wrong with you.” He squeezes you tighter. “Nothing is wrong with your body. Even if we find out that this isn’t part of our journey, I will never stop loving you. Okay?” His assurance only made you turn into him, burying your face in his shirt, leaving a wet stain in your wake. 

You took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, only succeeding in halting your wails of sadness, but the tears still fell freely. “I just got my period.” You confess, feeling a wave of shame and guilt once more about your failure to conceive. The bloody toilet paper was a haunting image in your mind. Kylian shuts his eyes and just squeezes you, trying his hardest to make you see that it was okay. “I can’t take this anymore, Kylian, I can’t. I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, absolutely wrecked by the sight of your broken down persona. He’d catch you staring off into space, a depressing dullness surrounding what used to be an incredibly compelling aura. You were a shell of yourself for months now; going through the motions of daily life with a dark vail behind your eyes, losing interest in the things that used to make you happy. 

He silently cried, but you felt the drops on top of your head. “It’s okay.” He murmurs in a shaky voice. “We can start trying again in the future. Maybe it wasn’t time for us yet.”

You sob again. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re okay. We’re okay, amour.”

You continue to cry, Kylian finally allowing his tough-guy front drop in this moment of vulnerability. For better, for worse, in sickness, in health, ‘till death parts you from one anothers soothing embrace, you are together through it all.

The months leading up to that next summer were mundane. You’d found another job after coming to the realization that you weren't cut out to be the cute stay-at-home wife, but instead craved some sort of responsibility of your own. Kylian felt like you shouldn’t even have one because he could easily take care of you. Being married, his money was your money, but it was never about the money for you. You needed to dig yourself out of your depression hole sooner rather than later, and a consistent schedule was sure to be a nice addition to the rebuild of your mental health. Thank god for time off, though. Your bosses were huge Mbappé fans (like huge), and you weren’t past milking that for whenever you needed a couple days. You never took advantage of their generosity, but it was nice to know you could. 

Summer in Paris this year had been nice, but Greece had won your heart. Kylian’s cousin’s destination wedding had been planned on a secluded portion of Corfu. The resort was huge and the pair of you were able to sneak away from your usual work duties for two days to attend. The private jet made for an easy travel plan and really any excuse to use it was sufficient enough. 

The last time you’d seen most of Kylian’s family was a year ago – that night you couldn’t keep it in your pants. You had spiraled when you got to thinking about seeing them again a couple weeks ago, pleading with the gods that none of them asked about you and Ky having children. It’s been a little over five months since you decided to put the thought of babies on the back burner. Closing in on half a year and it is still painful. Mentally, you both were prepared to welcome a bundle of joy. The pregnancy books Kylian had picked up were buried deep in drawers you never thought about opening. You’d finally gotten your sex drive back in these months, having to re-learn to separate the pleasurable act with the tedious work of baby making. 

Sometimes you guys used condoms, sometimes you didn’t. Still, your period came and went like clockwork. You still hadn’t erased that little habit of resenting your shedding uterus every month, but you definitely felt like you were making progress. 

“This is nice.” You compliment the outdoor beachfront venue, walking hand in hand with your husband into the reception. 

He looks around. “Yeah, makes me rethink our wedding.”

You scoff. “Shut up! Our wedding was awesome.”

He laughs. “Relax! Jokes, jokes…” He goofily defends, walking you both over to the open bar and ordering you a drink. “Martini?” He double checks. 

“Please.”

He nods, ordering himself a whiskey coke, leaving the young bartender a tip that made his eyes almost pop out of his head.

For most of the night, you had to keep biting your tongue at the waves of people that came up to Kylian and asked for pictures. Sure, they were nice about it, but he was just trying to enjoy himself – and Kylian didn’t like telling people no. Especially not his cousin's friends. Him being whisked away left you clinging onto Ethans side most of the night, finding that Wilfried and Fayza were preoccupied with spending time with the family they didn’t get to see very often.

But, oh, the wandering eyes of a sixteen year old boy threatened to leave you on your own when he spotted a young girl about his age scrolling on her phone with the most bored look on her face. 

“Ethan, no!” You whined as he brushed his suit of any pieces of lint, ready to get up and greet her. “Don’t leave me, please.”

He laughs. “Dude, you can’t keep a lion in its cage.”

You made a stank face at his bad metaphor. “That doesn't even make sense.”

“Ya-huh.” He enunciated back, typical sibling tone. “Me – Ethan – is the lion. Mystery hot girl,” he points, “a gazelle. You – sister in law– cage.”

You roll your eyes, noting to have a conversation with Kylian about his little brother's ego. “This is a family wedding, Ethan.”

“So?”

“So, what if she’s like a distant cousin.”

He makes a grossed out face. “Why would you say that? She is not my cousin.”

“You don’t know that, little man.”

“Don’t call me little man.”

“Aw, is little man embarrassed?” You coo, teasing grin plastered on your face.

“No, shut up!”

“But, you’re an adorable wittle man.” You baby-talk, reaching over and pinching his cheek. He swats your hand away as you laugh at him.

“Stop!” He stands up and smooths out wrinkles. “I’m taller than your husband.” He reminds you. “Little man, my ass.” He scoffs, giving you the middle finger teasingly and secretively in case his family saw the obscene gesture. You discreetly give one back as he walks toward the girl, a flirty pep in his step while approaching her. 

You sigh to yourself, looking around and noticing that you didn’t actually know where Ky was. Last time you checked, the groomsmen had bombarded him with selfies by the DJ booth while he tried to have a conversion with his great auntie. You grab your martini and get up from the fountain ledge you sat on, a little tipsier than you thought you were. You stopped and looked around for him.

“Cute, right?”

You look to your left to wherever that feminine voice came from. A blonde middle aged woman in a red dress stands next to you holding a glass of champagne. 

“Sorry?” You ask, unsure if she was talking to you or not.

The lady points to a table a few yards away – and there he was. Kylian sat talking to some people, a toddler resting on his lap. He had a huge smile on his face, poking at the little girl's cheek to get her to giggle. You grinned at the sight, loving seeing him so happy.

You turn back to the woman to respond when you look down at her dress. She was pregnant. Very pregnant. She tips back her champagne. “Don’t worry. It’s ginger ale.” You nod at her, chuckling a bit. “Kylian’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

You turn your attention back to him just as the little girl stuck her whole fist in his whiskey, taking a piece of ice and trying to put it in her mouth. You laugh out loud when he frantically tries to pry her little hand open. Successful, he meets your eye and his smile was radiant and full of life, shaking his head. 

“He’s my husband, actually.”

She looks down at the empty martini glass in your hand. “No kids yet.” Her British accent was thick and assertive. 

You shake your head at the stranger and set the empty glass down on the empty table next to you. You felt a little awkward having this conversation with someone you don’t even know the name of. She must be some extended family or the wife of a distant cousin. She seems kind, but you weren’t big on sharing your personal life with anyone you didn't trust, much less know. Especially since you’ve been with Kylian, what you say affects him. He’s in the under bright spotlight and scrutiny of the public, and if you’ve learned anything while being with a global star, it is that some people will stop at nothing to get a story.

The woman tips back the rest of her ginger ale and sets her glass down next to yours. “Are you guys trying?”

She has an audacious look now that she stands in front of you and it makes you feel unsettled. “I’m sorry?”

The lady laughs a little. “I just wondered if you and Kylian planned on starting a family any time soon.”

You couldn’t stop the bewildered look that now took over your features. “Uh…” was all you could really say. You don’t know this woman, she doesn’t know you. It’s a loaded question and frankly quite bold of her to come up to you and ask. “What?”

“Kids.” She repeated, apparently not caring about the uncomfortable shift in mood. 

You opened your mouth, but had no idea what to say. You stuttered and tried to calm down with a forced chuckle. “What did you say your name was?”

She discreetly huffed.“Scheana Kingsley.” 

Definitely familiar, but you just couldn’t place your finger on it. “Right.” 

She waits. “So… any comment?”

“Hello.” Thank god. Fayza. She put a warm hand on your shoulder, perceptive to how tense you looked with this woman. “Scheana.” Fayza sighed. “Laurence is over by the cheese platters.” You loved how politely she just dismissed her.

The Scheana lady forced a smile at her. “Oh. Thank you.” She waved a hand goodbye with a disappointed breath. “Good talking to you.”

Your mother in law turned to you with a much clearer show of annoyance. You laugh lightly in disbelief. “Scheana Kingsley… should I know her?”

“You probably know about her. She writes for some news-gossip-pop-culture magazine.” She informs you. “Well, calling it news is charitable.”

“Unbelievable.” You scoff, crossing your arms at the revelation. “Who let her in here?”

“She’s married to Laurence over there. We try to keep our distance from them.”

From across the patio, Kylian turns his stare at you and his mother talking. You looked annoyed and frustrated, which made him so nervous. He excused himself from the small talk and speed walked over, thinking he might have to diffuse the situation – or maybe even get a scolding from his mother and his wife. God, he really hopes you two weren’t talking about him.

“My beautiful ladies.” He greets, kissing his mothers cheek then yours. “Everything okay?”

You smile at him. “You been having fun?”

“Yeah. Lot’s of fun.” He looks between the two of you. “You two are good, though?”

“Oh, no, we're fine.” You laugh it off.

“I saved your wife here from a conversation with Scheana Kingsley.” Fayza mentioned.

He shakes his head, scoffing a bit. “That woman… She has ambition, that’s for sure.” Now you remember why she sounded so familiar. Kylian had complained about his thrice removed family member’s new girlfriend a few years back and how she was a pushy reporter for The Paris Culture Magazine. “I’m surprised Laurence has kept her around for this long. What’d she say to you?”

They both turned their attention to you, waiting for you to say something. You shrug, but Kylian noticed the trepidation in your stare. “Nothing, really. Just some weird questions… I don't know.”

Thankfully, Fayza didn’t push it further, but you knew Kylian’s assuring hand on your waist meant that he knew something was up. You hadn’t asked Kylian if he’d shared with his parents that you were trying to get pregnant, but you doubted it. You would have noticed her demeanor change around you, given you saw her quite frequently. Besides, he would have checked with you before sharing that information with anybody.

There seemed to be a pattern occurring with you and Kylian leaving family events early, but the two of you were not only exhausted, but just not having a good time. The drunker the bridal party got, the more confident they felt hounding Kylian for selfies and videos. As for your mood, it was in a steady downward spiral ever since your interaction with Scheana. Just locking eyes, you both understood that it was time to surrender back into your suite. 

He held your hand out of the elevator, swinging your arm back and forth. The pair of you had an overly tipsy pep in your step from the drinks you’d forgotten to count through the night.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” He kissed your cheek, a smirk overtaking his face.

You giggle shyly as he unlocks the door to your room, letting you walk in first. You went directly to the bathroom, your bladder begging for some relief. Kylian wandered in to brush his teeth as you turned the shower on, taking your jewelry off as you let the water warm up. 

Kylian looked at your reflection in the mirror, shirt buttons completely undone. You were dazed. Quiet. He hated that look. He’d seen it take over you for months and finally, you were getting better. 

He spit the toothpaste in the sink. “What’s wrong, bébé?”

“Huh? Oh. Nothing. I’m fine.” You turn your back to him. “Will you unzip me?”

He turns, slowly pulling the tiny zipper all the way down. He kissed the skin where your neck met your shoulder. “Did Scheana say something to make you upset?”

You shrug, taking the dress off and neatly hanging it on the towel rack. “She couldn’t have known. I don’t think she meant any harm.” You hop in the shower, shutting the foggy glass door and let the hot water run over you.

Kylians blurry figure leaned against the other side to continue talking to you. “What’d she say?”

“Just asking questions.”

“About?”

A big sigh leaves you. “Us, I guess.” Kylian listens, knowing you have more to say but are just keeping it bottled up. There was always a clear guide of communication between you two, especially because you were really good at letting things eat you up from the inside. You fiddle with your wet hair and Kylians frame behind the foggy glass stayed put. “She just… It was just weird. She wanted to know if we had plans to have kids anytime soon.” You chuckled, hiding your dejection with the sound. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“That’s not okay.” He indicates. “I’m sorry she badgered you tonight, cherie. She crossed a line.” He sounded a little angry.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s fine.” He opens the shower door, causing you to jolt a little. He steps in, raking his eyes over your naked wet body quickly, and you his. “Yeah, sure, you can join me.” You joke as he reaches for the soap bar.

“It’s not fine.” He discards your dismissiveness, rubbing your shoulders with the foam. “I’m gonna talk to Laurence about that.”

You melt into his touch. “No, really, you don’t have to–”

“I’m going to.” He whispers, kissing your cheek. “No one makes my wife upset and gets away with it.” His hands roamed down your arms. “My hot wife.” His breath tickled your ear. “My sexy wife.” He presses his body to yours, nudging your cheek with his nose until you turn your face, kissing you feverishly. 

You hum involuntarily into his mouth when his tongue decides to poke its way in, hand now feeling you up, tits squished between his fingers.

“Someone’s eager.” You laugh as he forces you to turn around, the hot water beating your back. 

He bites the side of your neck dramatically and you laugh harder, pushing him away playfully – but he pulls you back into his chest, smiling dotingly with you safe between his arms.

“You wanna?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You made a pensive face, pretending to really think about it. “I could be convinced.”

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe.” You smirk as he bites his grinning lips, hands lowering and squeezing your ass harshly. 

“Do you know how hot you looked in your dress tonight?” He continued feeling you up, dick pressed against your thigh, slowly getting harder by the second. “I swear, I was so close to sneaking off to some empty part of the beach and bending you over. Driving me crazy.”

Your hands ran down the rigid muscles on his chest, feeling electric under his burning stare, hot at the thought of him fucking you out of impulse. “Do I make you feel all hot and bothered?” You ask, his stare is so dark. So needy. You lean in only a little, teasing a kiss on his lips, but never truly meeting their plush touch. “Do you start thinking about what you would do to me? Thinking about touching me? Fucking me?” He growls at your words, tilting his face forward to try and steal a kiss. “Show me.”

He grips the flesh of your ass and pulls you even closer to him, frantically showing you his desire for you with a hungry kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and he moves his hands upward and begins pawing at your exposed breasts. The steaming water dripping down your entwined bodies made everything slick, slippery, conditions that caused you both to grip to each other's bodies for security.

You reach a hand down and grab his growing cock, pumping it loosely, trying to get him fully erect. A moan vibrates out of his throat as your movements focus on his sensitive tip, thumbing the slit, feeling him grow and stiffen in the palm of your hand.

You kiss down his neck, then move to whisper to him, sultry as ever. “Am I doing something like this when you fantasize?”

He nods under your spell, eyes drooping in pure lust. “Uh-huh. Just like that.”

Gaining control over him, you waddle your bodies back until his back hits the wall. He shivers at the cold tile in the steamy shower, but forgets all memories of the chill when you kiss down his neck, lowering your body on your knees, hands trailing down so slowly, mouth inches from his swinging member. His hips jut forward and it hits your cheek. You follow it with your mouth, letting it graze your lips in passing. The blinking stare and batting lashes almost drew blood on his lower lip from how hard he bit it. 

“Open up, ange.” Angel, he called you, but you were so sinful. On his knees in front of him. Droplets reflecting off your skin from the harsh light. His eyes felt undeserving of seeing you so ready to praise him. It made him feel so mortal, so lucky. He thanked the higher power that brought you to him, feeling an intense desire to take care of you – tend to your every wish.

You took hold of him with a sure fist, darting your tongue out and licking one long strip from his base to his mushroom head, letting your lips wrap around him and sucking to hear his moan. His face scrunched. His skull lulled into the wall.

You took him in your mouth a little over halfway, moving your mouth in tandem with your hand, enjoying the way his cock nudged against the back of your throat continuously to your rhythm.

“Oui, dieu.” God, yes. He fisted the back of your sopping wet hair, pulling you off of him and forcing you to look up at him. “Touch yourself for me, baby.”

You shut your mouth and swallowed harshly. He ran his thumb against your lips, hooking it on your bottom row of teeth, opening you up once more. Your tongue licked the pad of his finger, dipping your hand between your legs and quickly finding your clit. Your brows furrowed and your eyes widened. As the moan slipped from your throat, he placed your face directly back to his throbbing cock. Now, he had control of your movements, using your hair as a handle for his intentions, guiding your mouth up and down his shaft in quick movements. You gagged when he began thrusting concurrently to the tempo he stuffed you into his pelvis, heavy heaves and grunts erupting from his chest.

You gargled and gagged on your own spit and moans of pleasure from your own fingers, tasting the salty precum that dripped from your chin as you harshly sucked off your loving husband. You kept your vision from squinting together as you met his eyes through teary eyelashes. He fucked your face like you hadn’t had sex in years, rough with his actions and getting off on the way you were taking it. 

His dick disappeared inside your mouth swiftly and urgently until he couldn't resist. He stopped thrusting, looking deep into your eyes – mouth still stuffed with him. He pushed his hand, demanding you take every inch of him down your open throat. You choked on him, the muffle of your gagging making him see stars.

You hit his thigh after a few seconds and he pulled his hand away. You gasped for air, noticing for the first time how sore your knees were against the hard tile. He let out a long hiss at the loss of your mouth, watching through heavy blinks as you sat against the opposite wall in the small area – knees red and patterned with the lines from the floor. Your chest moved with your big breaths, smiling and commending yourself for the avidity in Kylian’s eyes. 

With your knees pulled to your chest, you slowly opened your legs, fingers playing with yourself as you made a show of how good you were making yourself feel. His pupils dilated at the way you ran your free hand across your thigh then up your chest, pitching a pulling your nipple with your lip tucked between your teeth. 

He whined – a desperate noise that came up naturally. He reached down to touch himself to the sight of you, pumping a slow fist against himself. His long strokes teased his tip until he shuddered, eye contact non-negotiable. You couldn’t look away if you tried. Your swirling moans echoed in the small chamber – his eyes glued to the way your own fingers stretched and spread your pussy. Your own were attentive to the tug at the nape of his base. Though, you both looked up at the same time, hypnotized by your partners mutual ogling. He steps forward, hand still on himself. You reach for his hand and he helps you up, immediately pulling you by the small of your back into his lips, tongue lapping yours, absolutely famished. 

He had clocked the little ledge in the corner from the second he walked into the intimate shower. He put his hand out behind you so the edge wouldn't hurt you, then used his strength to hoist your slippery skin up onto it. He placed himself between your legs, your back pressed to the wall, the shelf only fitting half of your rear — but it was the perfect height for him to fuck you like he wanted to. 

He lined himself up quickly and desperately spreading your pussy wide open for him, pushing in and dragging out. One long moan came straight from your throat, clinging onto his neck to keep yourself in that same position. 

“Fuck.” He grumbled. “You feel so good.” His pace was deadly, tip poking and poking that spot. It made your eyes cross, resting your damp head on the wall. “Been wanting to do this all night. Merde. Les choses que tu me fais, tu me rends fou.” Shit. The things you do to me. You make me fucking crazy.

You moaned in response, too focused on the way his neatly trimmed pelvis rubbed against your clit every time he pushed inside of you. It felt euphoric. Magical. Goddamn perfect. The only words you could muster out made him giggle through his heaves. “Please don’t slip.”

Your arm knocked over a few shampoo bottles when he buried himself deeply inside of you and stopped – making you borderline scream from how deep he actually was, and this position made everything feel… more.

He groaned so loudly, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’, and you understood why when you felt him cumming inside of you, hot spurts surely dripping out. You didn't notice him biting your forearm until he let go of it, keeping his mouth against you before turning to look into your eyes. A slightly apologetic look turned cocky when one hand reached for your sensitive nub, rubbing just the way you like it, still inside of you.

“Oh, shit…” You breathed, eyes connected to the way he pleased you. “I’m fucking close.”

“Vulgar tonight, are we?” He teased your language, a tired smirk on his face.

“You just…” you begin, but he shuts you up with a small unprecedented thrust. “Fuck!”

He hisses, not really being able to take the overstimulation, but continuing to push into you sporadically – purly for your pleasure. Thankfully, it didn’t take you long to reach your climax. 

He didn’t need the warning upon feeling your legs give out slightly, pressing against you to keep you on the shelf. They started shaking as your eyes closed, a fierce moan exploding from your wet parted lips. He moved his hips with a contorted face until he felt you calm down, now whining and whispering to the touch of his fingers as they slowed down, pressing down harder on you before disappearing altogether. 

You pat his back lazily and he pulled out of you carefully, setting your wobbly legs on the slippery floor. You’d completely forgotten the shower was on as you watched it drain down. Kylian held your waist steadily, both breathing heavy. He lands two gentle taps on your bum. “Let's not waste anymore water, yeah?” 

The vacation, though brief, was absolutely refreshing. It gave time that you and Kylian needed to feel closer. The offseason couldn’t come soon enough. You didn’t have to revolve around his schedule during those weeks because he was just home already. To you, there was nothing better than coming downstairs at 2pm on a Tuesday and seeing Ky there, drinking orange juice straight from the bottle, or being able to binge a series with him much quicker because he had time for more than just two episodes. By all means, being married to him shouldn’t be easy, and it’s not necessarily that simple… but it should be way harder. Maybe you were just more patient, but you’re almost certain it has everything to do with him. He made time. He made an effort. He tries his damn hardest. How could you possibly hold that against him?

You didn’t notice the way you were staring at him, chin in the palm of your hand, daydreaming about your entire history with Kylian Mbappé – a man with no time to spare, but he damn well made sure you fit in his schedule. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He grins, setting down his coffee across the table from you in your shared Parisian home. 

You blink, smiling in embarrassment. “No reason.”

You push some eggs around on your plate. He leans forward. “What were you thinking about?”

You shrug at him, still smiling. “Greece.”

His laugh gave away his fondest memory of that trip. “We gotta do that trip again soon, amour.”

“Yeah, like they’d give you that kind of time off twice within two months.”

His head shakes, snickering at that complete impossibility. “I think they’d send me a fee for even asking.” He looks at the time on his phone. “I should probably get going, though.” He gets up and collects his things.

“Drink lots of water today, okay? It’s supposed to get really hot around noon.”

“Yes, dear.” He drones jokingly, smirking as he makes his way over to you, pecking you quickly. “Love you.”

You squeeze his hand quickly. “Love you, too.”

Now, your separate days begin – his a little earlier than yours, but you still just wanted to envelope yourself back inside the covers. You were thinking about calling out sick, which wouldn't be a complete lie. The scrambled eggs were not sitting right this morning, or maybe it was the Thai restaurant you ate at last night. Either way, you couldn’t remember where you put the Pepto-bismol. The empty space in the medicine cabinet left you wondering if Kylian had drunk up the last bit and hadn’t bought a new one yet.

You maintain your breathing steady to keep yourself from throwing up as you shuffle through the drawers. Praying it was in the last one, you pull it open desperately, but only facing three boxes of pregnancy tests. The rush of everything fell still, the air much quieter as you got flashbacks from last year.

You didn’t let yourself think about it much, but you never really got over not getting pregnant. Mentally and emotionally, you were still there. The pain and devastation got easier to mask, but they stayed with you.

It was time you got over it, or at least lost the fear of not being able to have children... the fear of not being able to provide Kylian with a child. If you kept on being bitter about this whole ordeal, you don't know if you'd ever be in the right headspace to try for a baby ever again.

You stare at the tests and shake your head. “Fuck it.” 

You snatch one from the drawer and beeline to the bathroom, peeing on the stick and thinking about how dumb it was that you had let this trivial little test ruin your for months. This time, you wouldn’t feel the dread collect inside your stomach. It would be okay. It wouldn’t hold power over you anymore.

Immediately walking out, you press down on the pedal of the trashcan and you watch it fall into the bin, feeling proud of yourself for not caring about that little plastic stick or what it had to say about your body. You weren't pregnant right now… and that's okay. 

You sigh, a proud feeling swirling with sadness was still progress. 

“Oh, no.” You mumble, feeling your stomach churn and running back toward the toilet, puking horrifically. It was a bad one. Maybe calling out sick was for the best. Who knows, it could be a stomach bug and contagious… but, unfortunately, you felt a lot better afterwards. 

It was probably best if you went to work. There’s a promotion you’ve been chasing and you had just taken those days off for the wedding last month. Trudingly, you got ready to leave the house, rushing a bit since you hadn't realized how late in the morning it was. 

Thank god you went. It was a hectic day; some project deadline wasn’t met and, for some reason, people turned to you for the solution. You were still relatively new at the company, but today, you really felt like you were doing something right. You left the office with a pat on the back from your big boss. That felt amazing. Kickin’ ass and taking names.

You were late coming home, texting Ky to let him know that you wouldn't be there when he got back. He texted back a simple:

Ky: :(

To which you responded with:

You: Bad day?

Ky: Just miss you. You were on my mind a lot today

You frown while walking to your car, wanting to get home quickly and hug him tightly.

You: Baby :( I’m on my way home now. 

You: I have a big kiss just for you <3

The second you walked through the door about half an hour later, Kylian embraced you tightly, taking you by surprise but you easily fell into his arms. You could feel his stress radiating from his body as he followed at your foot around the house. He was quiet in asking if you wanted to take a shower, but his eyes were loud in telling you he just needed to be close to you tonight. 

It was an innocent shower, his silent begging for a back rub and skin-to-skin contact was obvious as he kept his hand warmly on you at all times.

“You okay, hun?” You ask gently, tracing the frown line between his eyebrows after turning the water off.

He nods, eyes sleepy even though it was only eight o'clock at night. “Have you eaten?” He changes the topic, opening the shower door and wrapping you in a towel.

You shrug. “I haven't really been hungry today.” Ever since you threw up this morning, the thought of eating made you grimace. “Did you feel weird after last night's Thai?”

“I felt fine. Why? Is your stomach bothering you?”

You shake your head no as you shuffle through your drawers. “Just a little queasy this morning.”

You both get dressed quickly and lazily, surprised at how early you were deciding to turn in. Kylian was quite a bit needy tonight, pawing and tugging you close to him while he put on Pretty Little Liars… He would deny it to anyone, but he was obsessed with that show. 

“What the hell is she wearing?” He tusks at the screen, apparently not approving of Spencer's outfit for the Prom. 

You giggle into his chest, shaking your head slightly. “I’m gonna go pee.” You pat his bare chest and leave his side, hopping over to the ensuite. 

You wanted to be quick about it, your feet cold from the chilly tile and lack of socks. Kylian had opened a new toothpaste packet and left the empty box on the counter. You roll your eyes. He’s notorious for leaving things that should be trash anywhere but the trash can – an unfortunate side effect of having someone pick up after you as a professional athlete. You bitterly grab the cardboard box and press your foot down on the petal of the trashcan, but freeze when you spot the pregnancy test you took that morning. You wanted to look at it.

Is it worth looking at it? You hadn't even thought about it all day, which is a huge step for you. Only a few months ago, you would have been debilitated at work – and you sure as hell wouldn't have been able to step up like you did. You would have been crying quietly in your cubicle, taking far too many bathroom breaks. 

But… it was winking at you. Calling your name. Taunting you face down in the plastic liner. 

With a gulp and a deep breath in, you shook your head disapprovingly at yourself. It’s gonna be negative, you think, preparing yourself for disappointment as you fish it out of the bin. You gave a deep sigh before letting your eyes trail down to your hand where the thing burned a hole on your skin. 

The gasp that came from your mouth was severe, loud, alarming. 

Two lines. Pregnant. 

“Oh my god.” You mumble, much too quietly for Kylain to hear you behind the closed door. You begin laughing as it settles in what you’re seeing. “Oh my god! Kylian!” You desperately call. “Kylian!”

“What happened?” Kylian shoots out from under the covers and your current brain functions were a little crossed as you gaped at the test. The positive test. “Babe?” He comes into the bathroom with a furrowed and concerned look. “Are you okay?”

You respond with a look he was unfamiliar with. Immediately noticing the tears that had collected on your lash line, he reached for you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, seeing him for the first time as the father of the child inside your stomach. “Kylain.” He had never heard his name come from your lips with as much affection as it did right now.

He gladly took the hug you attacked him with, but the mood inside the bathroom was a little bewildering. 

“What’s going on, amour?” He coos, but you can only sob joyfully into his shoulder, holding the test behind his back as you embrace him – staring at the double lines like it would suddenly turn in one and you'd realize that this was never real. But it was. The results were right there in the palm of your hand. He mistook your cries for sadness, placing an assuring hand on the back of your head. “Tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was so soft.

“I love you so much.” You smile, pulling back and planting a long, wet kiss on his unexpecting lips. 

He’s so confused. “I love you too…” He raises an eyebrow when your hand meets his, an object placed in his palm. “What is this?” He asks before looking at it.

It takes a second for it to process, and you find yourself wishing you had a photographic memory, wanting to see his first face of realization again and again for the rest of your life. His eyes might as well have fallen out of his head with how wide his eyes went. 

“Wha…” He stutters, completely transfixed on the test. “Is this real?!” He finally looks at you, excitement would be the biggest understatement of the century.

“Of course it is.” You squeak, still clinging onto your husband as you both look at the stick. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant.” You both take a big breath in, crying simultaneously, absolutely elated. 

Kylian stares at the stick with a squinty and wrinkly smile before he looks at you — eyes tender and grateful. He drops the stick in the sink basin, grabbing your face with his two large hands, forehead pressed to yours to let the moment really register. He kisses you as best he could with the smile that engulfed his features, wrapping you up in his arms, truly holding you. 

“I love you.” He whispers from his chest, an earth shattering smile finding a permanent home on his face. “We’re having a baby.”

A/N: Okay, I don't hate it, but it's not my fav. It's finals in uni and I'm a wee bit preoccupied with those responsibilities. Still though, I think I had some good parts in here! It's mostly just the ending that's bugging me. Also, I know nothing about pregnancies and all that jazz so this is pure Google info so I apologize for any inaccuracies!

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[leidensygdom]

ENNU FINAL SESSION RECAP!!

OKAY WE'VE FINISHED PLAYING NOW- For the record, the next session is gonna be the epilogues, but this is the final one before that! A lot has happened, so- Bullet points as usual

For the record, Ataraxia (the meat computer- and BBEG) had killed Yxala last session after her main body was destroyed- And took over Yxala's corpse, forcing it to move through an artifical organ

For this session I played Relent! He was in scene as the NPC (We usually bring one NPC along with the party), and I got control of him

please look at this drawing of him i'm working on : ) I used a quickly colored version of him as a token

The fight was very intense! We were low on resources and possessed Yxala (just like regular Yxala) hit like a truck. Ataraxia lost her cool completely and was a bundle of rage

Ataraxia was aware that Yxala's body was rejecting her- She's a celestial-aligned artificial intelligence, and Yxala is a fiend with air elemental influence. She instead wanted to go for Blasma (who is almost an empty vessel after she broke her soul for power) or Centi (a celestial, whose family had been used by Ataraxia for power)

During the fight, Ataraxia was trying to use Yxala's soul for power (like in a Soul Cage spell), and could've potentially exhausted it. Urion, while unconscious, tried to protect Yxala's soul from her- Very sweet

Everyone in the party tried to kill Yxala either by grabbing the artificial heart or stabbing it

Things got rough-

With Centi downed and Relent with (literally) one hit point, Blasma broke her soul again for a last boost of power. The DM told her that she could do so- But she'd lose 15 points of maximum health per spell slot level. She used a level 6 one, and lost 90 permanently, leaving her with 22. WILD.

Relent managed to somehow escape Yxalataraxia's last attacks as he almost fell, with some lucky misses.

He had been using a homebrew item during the fight- Twin swords containing the half-dormant, ghostly souls of his twin older siblings, who we saved previously. They let him use Call Lightning but as a melee attack, delivering it through a stab.

He got the final hit- I think it's very climatic, given how much he had lost to Ataraxia. He stabbed Yxala in the artificial heart as Ataraxia tried to choke him. With Ataraxia dead, Yxala regained consciousness briefly- She seemed thankful and understood why, and hugged him. He was a mess.

After that- We had to try to run! But the Deep Lab was crumbling, as the meat that formed Ataraxia (which got woven into the entire laboratory's structure) was quickly decaying and dying. We didn't have the needed items to resurrect Yxala either. The Onirist/Urion managed to force Ataraxia's remnants to take us out of there as a last miracle, because in the end, Ataraxia is programmed to try to save lives, and it was against her principles to let us die. Whatever faith and divinity Urion had left was used in that.

We woke up outside. The city is in a state of chaos. All the people of the Deep Lab (thousands of them were down there, including us) had been teleported outside. More than half of the city had been mentally controlled by Ataraxia- And she just lost control the moment she died, which- Well, suddenly becoming aware of yourself after having been controlled is probably shocking.

We were teleported outside of the cabin some of our allies had been taking refuge in.

Out there, we found out that Blasma has had some massive memory loss because her soul is barely... there. Her horrible deadbeat dad said he knows who can fix her. Everyone in the party wants to kill that guy.

Centi struggled to hug her mother, as she gave her the same vibe than Ataraxia. Which was to be expected, given how Ataraxia chopped up her mothers for fuel.

Urion/The Onirist was mostly dead at that point, after having been on forced life support from Ataraxia. She had drained them of energy and blood too, so we had to get Uri's sister to help with that. Recovery will probably take months, or years

Relent told Uri's sister so many mean words these two hate each other soooooo much

Relent knew they didn't have the needed materials to resurrect Yxala- Not a properly valued diamond, and she was missing an organ. Instead, after verifying that Yxala's soul was still there- Protected by Uri, actually-, he used his last spell slot (which he had saved up for this) to resurrect her.

Fucked up necromancy time. He substituted both, the diamond and her heart, with his crystallized eye, the one he had yoinked out of his face years ago and used as an energy power- Later given to Centi. He also made use of Urion's bismuth (as an earth genasi they produce it).

His reasoning is that given how Yxala made her partners her paladin oath, having materials belonging to her two anchors was probably the way to go. She... Uh, has an amalgamation of quartz and bismuth where her heart should be, but she lives. Surely fucked up necromancy with makeshift materials won't have consequences.

Relent actually had to take away any remnant of Ataraxia's fucked up artificial organ and the whole scene was a bit medical and so. He's got a background in medicine. He had to put tissues and bones back in place. He was drenched with her blood by the end of it.

The session ended shortly after. Yxala is alive but hasn't been conscious. Same for Urion. The epilogues will happen two years later, next Sunday- We'll have to see how that goes.

Anyhow, I'm an emotional mess now. Man I love TTRPGs

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[pienhime]

10 female vtubers who are popular with ryousangata and jirai girls!

Two important things to know before you read any further: I am NOT alleging any of these vtubers to be jirai kei. That'd be incredibly inappropriate for me to do, as I don't know any of them well enough to know if they are a part of the jirai kei subculture. I am simply listing vtubers who seem to be the most popular within the ryousanjirai crowd, that is those whose female fanbase seems to have a higher proportion of ryousanjirai girls than most.

The other thing I'd like to get out of the way is that some vtubers on this list are known for using "menhera" as an insult. Sadly, thats grown popular in the vtuber scene and online spaces in japan. For vtuber fans reading this who think that's a weird thing to say, the word "menhera" has been around since 2001 and was the name given to an internet subculture revolving around mental health safe spaces, awareness, and vent art. Even tho it was literally created to help erase the "mental illness makes you dangerous" thing, the stigma took over once the term went mainstream, so its often used to mean "yandere psycho". The subculture still exists if you know where to look, but barely ever uses the name it gave itself anymore because it attracts trolls, edgelords, and fetishists.

One last thing- a few of these girls fit the "loli" archetype, and consider it a part of their appeal, but no minors will be featured on this list.

absolutely zero past-life discussion

I'll do my best to summarize what the vtuber is known for and the reasons i think are likely why their female fanbase has a larger proportion of ryousanjirai girls.

1. Sakamata Chloe (Hololive HoloX)

Given that she recently got a new outfit that looks a lot like a dark girly kei coord, you've probably seen Chloe on your feed recently. Despite her yamikawaii punk-ish look, she's so cute and probably couldn't survive in the wild if she were a real orca. The "pon" is unreal. Her original songs talk about her own inner pain in a way that may be relatable to jirai girls, and she's covered a lot of songs popular with us too (such as Cute Loving and Devil Janai Mon). Between her cutesiness, choice in fashion, and her songs, it's easy to see why she's loved by jirai kei girls.

2. Minato Aqua (Hololive Gen. 2)

You probably know about Aqua if you follow me, since I just posted a link to one of her more recent song covers. It's one about a ryousangata girl falling in love with a host, and knowing his affection is fake but wanting it anyway. She covers a lot of songs about topics that are familiar to ryousan and jirai girls, like kyuukurarin, darling dance, goodbye declaration, and internet overdose to name a few. Her original songs are also hits with the ryousangata crowd, with "aqua iro palette" being the choice of song in so many tiktoks and reels of ryousan wotas showing off their lavish birthday celebrations for their oshis. She's also a cosplayer, frequently wearing maid outfits, making her relatable to a lot of girls who work at concept cafes. She also did a duet with Shion, a cover of "menhera janai mon", which is a song i often see misinterpreted outside of japan because of the need for cultural context on jirai kei, ryousangata, and menhera both as a subculture and insult. Should I do a post explaining the lyrics and overall themes?

3. Makaino Ririmu (Nijisanji Gamers Generation 3)

Listen. If you're in the jirai kei subculture, I guarantee you've seen Ririmu. This girl's fanart is probably on every jirai kei blog known to man. If you don't recognize this model, you'd recognize the maid outfit with bondage elements thats paired with a coat that looks suspiciously like REFLEM's bunny ears coat (the one that took yamikawa lovers by storm a while back). Ririmu's popularity with jirai kei girls isn't just because she likes similar fashions to most of us. Ririmu has been open about her past suffering with agorophobia, suicidal ideation, and being a NEET. She's shared bits and pieces of her recovery with her fans! Of course, she also does yandere bit that might be more than a bit, and covers a lot of songs popular with ryousan and jirai girls, like more kyun, chuupuri, and vampire.

4. Mikeneko (Indie)

Mikeneko isn't new to the scene at all, but has recently come out of a partly mental health related hiatus to a much larger following than before. Mikeneko collects models like they're pokemon cards, going thru four in total now, two of which have been in one year. She wears tons of yamikawa fashions, and plays up her chuunibyou for streams. Aside from her on-and-off NEETdom, Mikeneko is open about a lot of her health issues, including bipolar, and about her medication and trips to the psychiatric hospital. She calls herself menhera, often in the secondary meaning, but she's also rumored to have been a part of the actual subculture for a long time. Her original songs, drop and you&me ring really true for a lot of jirai and menhera girls such as myself.

5. Meloco Kyoran (Nijisanji EN Generation 7)

Meloco is the only vtuber on this list to be a part of an company's EN (english-speaking) branch. She's included on the list because she's also big in japan- because she's japanese. She's almost fluent in english and was accepted for the english branch, but frequently slips into japanese and appeals to her japanese fans. Her outfit is gothic lolita inspired with bondage elements and plenty of edge, to fit her overall spooky exorcist theming. Her creepy-cute nature and cool alternative onee-san demeanor have attracted her many jirai kei fans, and inspired a lot of ryousan girls' oshi nails.

6. Sukoya Kana (Nijisanji Tulip-gumi Unit)

Admittedly, Kana's probably got more menhera (as in the subculture) fans than jirai or ryousan, but she still has enough that I wanted to include her. Her nurse theming isn't just a gimmick, her actual "day job" is as a nurse. As in, when she's not streaming, she works in a hospital as staff after passing her qualifying exams in 2022! She must be super busy! Her morbid interests and fetishes, as well as her medical themed design, have no doubt appealed to many jirai girls too. Besides that, she's covered a lot of songs, including quite a few beloved by landmines such as lavie, nainai girls pride, and godish.

7. Natori Sana (Indie)

Listen, I just know you've seen her figures by now. Every menhera, yamikawaii, and "cutecore" account in the west has at least one of this nurse girl's figures. She's ultra cute, with a sickeningly sweet smile and design. Her lore is interesting- she claims to work at a sanitarium, but has hinted very heavily many times that she is in fact not a nurse, but a patient in denial. Whether this is just lore for fun and appeal or is a dramatized reflection of Sana's own feelings and mental health is up for speculation.

8. La+ (Laplus) Darkness (HoloX)

Remember that disclaimer regarding using menhera derogatorily earlier? Yeah that's 90% because of Laplus's inclusion on the list. It feels like she accuses someone of being menhera (derogatory) like every other VOD. Apart from that, Laplus is a grade A kusogaki, complete with constant angry outburst when things don't go her way. She's a demon whos intelligence was... "sealed away"... sure. Her gothic appearance and explosive personality seem to be what's gained her such a large jirai kei following.

9. Houshou Marine (Hololive Gen. 3)

Dear god. Alright, so you've definitely heard at least two of her songs if you're on japanese jirai kei SNS at all. This cosplaying pirate is so horny that it's literally considered her catchphrase. Her original songs about wanting to be seen as desirable and be... pleasured seem to be especially popular with landmine girls (which is maybe related to how many jirai girls are in a certain profession). She enjoys gothic lolita fashion, girls love/yuri, and enough fetishes to lose track of if you're counting.

10. Shigure Ui (Indie)

Did you really think I could make this list without including hololive star Oozora Subaru's mom and voice of the song that's plaguing japanese social media, ESPECIALLY landmine social media rn? Sure, it's everywhere, but go check every insta kaiwai dedicated to jirai subculture and see how many of their reels have this song. Even though she's just now broken out to this degree of fame, she's been around a while, and is the "mama" (artist) to several other vtubers. She often collabs with hololive members! She loves taboo fiction, which is also especially popular amongst jirai girls.

Last but not least, I want to add three honorable mentions from Hololive that are also popular with ryousanjirai girls. Tokoyami Towa is a super popular choice of cosplay amongst jirai girls specifically. She has a cute-but-cool look, and lots of her outfits definitely have subcultural influences from japanese ゴスパンク (gothic x punk) and general "egirl"-type styles. Murasaki Shion is a very popular choice of profile pic for ryousanjirai girls, and it's easy to see why. Her "kusogaki" appeal and lolita outfits, as well as her "Menhera Janai Mon" duet with Aqua all appeal to that demographic. Finally, last honorable mention is Amane Kanata, purely because of how popular she is with lovers of Tenshi Kaiwai, which has a lot of overlap with the jirai subculture. She basically predicted the trend before the magazine that popularized it even existed. Mizuiro x white cybercore outfits, a nurse cosplay, and angel theming make her a spot-on icon in that scene.

That's it! Now I have to stop procrastinating on the pien kei characters post...

#my post #pien #地雷女 #yanblr #jirai girl #jiraiblr #jiraiblogging #menhera #メンヘラ #ryousan #ryousan girl #ryousangata otaku #ryousangata wotaku #ryousan jirai #subcul #hololive #nijisanji #indie vtuber #vtuber #jp vtuber #en vtuber #量産型ヲタク #量産型 #jirai onna #lolikami requiem #ロリ神レクイエム #ui shigure #makaino ririmu #houshou marine #minato aqua

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💗𝕄𝕒𝕩'𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 💙

Hello, hi, how are you? I am Max, and yes I did disappear for quite a while due to being very behind in college work, but am now adjusting my blog to be stress relief when not studying- instead of additional stress :')

This will be exactly the same as my last rules post, just with a few big changes. If you decide you like my works, I recommend checking here often as things might change slightly sometimes :)

And yes. I am very aware this is a lot of characters. I like them. And I want to write things I like, without worrying about it being popular :3

!RULES BELOW!

𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

If your blog is completely blank, I will block you as assuming you're part of the bot army

I would prefer asks over messages, unless it's a question of personal comfort when requesting (but anonymous asks will always be an option)

I will no longer be open to writing dark or mature content (with one exception) - so no angst or smut (I tried and felt awful about writing it for pokemon)

Despite the above I would still prefer no interaction from ageless blogs, but am aware that a lot of ageless blogs probably won't listen

If anyone ever wants to say hi, ask random stuff, or discuss favourite mons/games/characters, just send an ask to start talking :D

Side note: I have figured out how to reply to comments despite this not being my main

ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

Please be polite when requesting :)

I apologise in advance if requests take me a while, I am a full time college student currently playing catch up with study and exam deadlines

For characters, anyone under 16 will be aged to 16, but I will only go as far as kissing romance-wise for them

As mentioned in blog rules, dark content and smut will never be a part of this blog for any characters- with the exception of comfort fluff

Comfort fluff is okay for the topic of mental health issues, but must have a happy or relatively happy end

Please specify if you want platonic or romantic

Also please specify the reader's gender!

In regards to gender, I am more comfortable writing fem x fem or male x male, but gn is fine for either (I am not straight myself, and personal experience makes me very uncomfortable with male x fem relationships in my own writings)

With request specifics, please put as much detail as you can- if it's a simple 'Lillie x fem reader fluff' I will either only do headcanons or make up my own scenario and as such can't guarantee you'll like it

For headcanons you can request up to 5 different characters per scenario (but I can split extra characters into pt.2 etc)

ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Hau (sun/moon/ultra)

Gladion (sun/moon/ultra)

Lillie (sun/moon/ultra)

Plumeria (sun/moon/ultra)

Guzma (sun/moon/ultra)

Hop (sword/shield)

Marnie (sword/shield)

Allister (sword/shield)

Leon (sword/shield)

Piers (sword/shield)

Raihan (sword/shield)

Nemona (scarlet/violet)

Arven (scarlet/violet)

Penny (scarlet/violet)

Iono (scarlet/violet)

*ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝔼𝕋 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Trace (let's go pikachu/eevee)

Chase (let's go male MC)

Elaine (let's go female MC)

Silver (heartgold/soulsilver)

Ethan (heart/soul male MC)

Lyra (heart/soul female MC)

Falkner (heartgold/soulsilver)

Whitney (heartgold/soulsilver)

Jasmine (heartgold/soulsilver)

Clair (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brock (heartgold/soulsilver)

Misty (heartgold/soulsilver)

Sabrina (heartgold/soulsilver)

Blue (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brendan (omega/alpha male MC)

May (omega/alpha female MC)

Wally (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Roxanne (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Brawly (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Flannery (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Barry (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Lucas (pearl/diamond/plat male MC)

Dawn (pearl/diamond/plat female MC)

Cheryl (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Marley (platinum)

Roark (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Gardenia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Maylene (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Aaron (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Cynthia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Hilbert (black/white/V1 male MC)

Hilda (black/white/V1 female MC)

Cheren (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Bianca (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Hugh (black/white/V2)

N (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Nate (black/white/V2 male MC)

Rosa (black/white/V2 female MC)

Cilan (black/white/V1)

Chili (black/white/V1)

Cress (black/white/V1)

Lenora (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Elesa (black/white/V1)

Drayden (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Iris (black/white/V1)

Grimsley (black/white/V1)

Roxie (black/white/V2)

Marlon (black/white/V2)

Colress (black/white/V2)

Calem (X/Y male MC)

Serena (X/Y male MC)

Shauna (X/Y)

Viola (X/Y)

Korrina (X/Y)

Valerie (X/Y)

Diantha (X/Y)

Elio (sun/moon male MC)

Selene (sun/moon male MC)

Mallow (sun/moon/ultra)

Lana (sun/moon/ultra)

Acerola (sun/moon/ultra)

Mina (sun/moon/ultra)

Hapu (sun/moon/ultra)

Nanu (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Olivia (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Hala (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Prof Kukui & Burnet (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Victor (sword/shield male MC)

Gloria (sword/shield female MC)

Bede (sword/shield)

Klara (sword/shield)

Avery (sword/shield)

Nessa (sword/shield)

Milo (sword/shield)

Rei (arceus male MC)

Akari (arceus female MC)

Adaman (arceus)

Irida (arceus)

Volo (arceus)

Florian (scarlet/violet male MC)

Juliana (scarlet/violet female MC)

Kieran (scarlet/violet)

Mela (scarlet/violet)

Rika (scarlet/violet)

Lacey (scarlet/violet)

Carmine (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Dendra (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Jacq (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Nurse Miriam (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

*when it says not yet for reqs, it means I'm still working on personal headcanons for them, but will accept reqs once I'm good on their personality :)

#pokemon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #intro post #reqs open #request rules #blog intro #blog rules

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#𝖗𝔦𝖕𝔧𝖚𝔩𝖎𝔢 * : 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 * & 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 blog 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝖏𝔲𝖑𝔦𝖊 𝖐𝔬𝖘𝔱𝖊𝔫𝖐𝔬 o𝑓 𝑏h𝑣r's d𝑒a𝑑 𝑏y d𝑎y𝑙i𝑔h𝑡. 𝘍𝐴𝘚𝐻𝘐𝑂𝘕𝐸𝘋 𝘐𝑁𝘛𝑂 𝐴𝘕 𝘖𝐶 & 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙.  𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 + 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙. 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 [ 𝟹0+ ]

includes verses for : 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, yellowjackets, & 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 * : @whtrbbit / @ripsusie . @redemptioninterlude . @firststab . @favoritesoldier / @guiltye . @desiredprince . @seoulkill . @r4chelamber / @bettermonster . @behe4dings

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 * : these lovely doodles ♡

𝖈𝔞𝖗𝔯𝖉 | 𝖒𝔦𝖝𝔱𝖆𝔭𝖊 | 𝖒𝔢𝖒𝔢𝖘 | 𝖎𝔫𝖇𝔬𝖝 | 𝖕𝔦𝖓𝔱𝖊𝔯𝖊𝔰𝖙 | 𝖆𝔢𝖘. | 𝔰𝖕𝔦𝖈𝔢𝖊

NOTE: i am using the beta editor.

ONE.     due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+ ( exceptions can be made, however depending )

 THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

#PINNED POST ✧ ⎨ 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑔𝑜. 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 $200 ⎬ #𝑝i𝑛n𝑒d t𝑒m𝑝l𝑎t𝑒 : 𝑎n𝑔e𝑙 𝑙i𝑘e b𝑦 𝑗e𝑠s𝑜u𝑟c𝑒 #𝐬i𝐫e𝐧 ( 𝐩s𝐭 / 𝟑0+ )

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#𝒌𝑜𝑠𝚝𝚎𝘯𝘬𝖔𝙨 * : 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 * & 𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝖏𝔲𝖑𝔦𝖊 𝖐𝔬𝖘𝔱𝖊𝔫𝖐𝔬. 𝘍𝐴𝘚𝐻𝘐𝑂𝘕𝐸𝘋 𝘐𝑁𝘛𝑂 𝐴𝘕 𝘖𝐶. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 + 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙. 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 [ 𝟹0+ ]

𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 : 𝑒u𝑝h𝑜r𝑖a , s𝑐r𝑒a𝑚 , 𝑤e𝑑n𝑒s𝑑a𝑦 , 𝑓e𝑎r s𝑡r𝑒e𝑡 , 𝑡h𝑒 𝑜r𝑖g𝑖n𝑎l𝑠 , 𝑖n𝑡e𝑟v𝑖e𝑤 𝑤i𝑡h tℎe v𝑎m𝑝i𝑟e , y𝑒l𝑙o𝑤j𝑎c𝑘e𝑡s , & m𝑎n𝑦 𝑚o𝑟e!

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 * : @redemptioninterlude | @daevilhorns / @thecrypt | @gareththegreat / @coastercrushed |

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 * :

carrd | mixtape | memes | inbox | pin. | aes. | usfw. | bandit.

ONE.    due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don’t  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+ ( exceptions can be made, however depending )

 THREE.    memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven’t  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUMACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

#𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 . . . ❝ beep boop. look at me but no touchy ❞ #pinned graphic credit : calisources

[hedonst]

carrd | mixtape | memes | ask | nsfw | aes. | julie | v.a.n. |

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 : @loetise | @walkeddeath | @gareththegreat + @coastercrushed 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 :  @redemptioninterlude | @sunxsin | @champ1ons | @v1scera | @fallenregent

ONE.     due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

                                                                    ( exceptions can be made )

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.                                                

#( 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 ) / * pinned post . #DNI.

[bandysnatched]

#𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 * : 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 * & 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 blog 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦. 𝑎𝑛 𝑂𝐶 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ + Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ Gʟᴀss ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 + 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙. 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 [ 𝟹0+ ]

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 : ⭒ @whtrbbit / @ripsusie ⭒ @redemptioninterlude ⭒ @bettermonster / @r4chelamber ⭒ @sugarfm ⭒ @gareththegreat ⭒ @prettydead ⭒ @sunxsin ⭒ @fuckedprophet ⭒ @loetise ⭒

mixtape | memes | ask | pinterest | aes.

other blogs : @feralsmile

ONE.     due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

                                                                    ( exceptions can be made )

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.                                                

#( 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 ) / * pinned post . #[ 𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛 / 𝑝𝑠𝑡 / 30+ ] #𝑝i𝑛n𝑒d t𝑒m𝑝l𝑎t𝑒 : 𝑐a𝑙i𝑠o𝑢r𝑐e

[sirensonged]

#ᴮᴬᴺᴰʸᴮᴼʸ. 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 * & 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦. 𝑎𝑛 𝑂𝐶 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ + Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ Gʟᴀss ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 + 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙. 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 [ 𝟹0+ ]

affiliates : charlie. nate. sawyer. alice. kaleb. marchella. lulu. drina.

carrd. memes.  ask.  pinterest

This blog is a SIDEBLOG. Followbacks come from FERALSMILE

I AM USING THE BETA EDITOR FINALLY. So please bear with me.

ONE.     due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

                                                                    ( exceptions can be made )

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

#pinned post / tbt

[wakinghell]

❝ 𝘯𝑜 𝑎𝘮𝑜𝘶𝑛𝘵 𝘰𝑓 𝒔𝗲𝕝𝚏-𝓈𝒐𝖚𝙜𝘩𝙩 𝓯𝔲𝗿𝘺 𝘸𝑖𝘭𝑙 𝑏𝘳𝑖𝘯𝑔 𝑏𝘢𝑐𝘬 𝘵ℎ𝘦 𝘨𝑙𝘰𝑟𝘺 𝘰𝑓 𝖎𝔫𝚗𝐨𝔠𝓮𝑛𝕔𝗲 ❞

#ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢʜᴇʟʟ * : 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 * & 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 ʙʟᴏɢ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟᴀ ʙɪᴀᴄʜɪ. 𝑎𝑛 𝑂𝐶 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 ᴏ𝑛 𝑜ʀ𝑖ɢ𝑖ɴ𝑎ʟ ʟ𝑜ʀ𝑒 + 𝑣ᴀ𝑟ɪ𝑜ᴜ𝑠 𝑚ʏ𝑡ʜ𝑠 𝑎ʙ𝑜ᴜ𝑡 ℎᴀ𝑟ʙ𝑖ɴ𝑔ᴇ𝑟s ᴏ𝑓 𝑑ᴇ𝑎ᴛℎ. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜. 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 + 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙. 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 [ 𝟹0+ ]

𝒶𝔣𝘧𝚒𝐥𝑖𝚊𝓽𝖊𝑑 : @dngerclose

𝖈𝔞𝖗𝔯𝖉 | 𝖒𝔦𝖝𝔱𝖆𝔭𝖊 | 𝖒𝔢𝖒𝔢𝖘 | 𝖎𝔫𝖇𝔬𝖝 | 𝖕𝔦𝖓𝔱𝖊𝔯𝖊𝔰𝖙 | 𝖆𝔢𝖘. | 𝔰𝖕𝔦𝖈𝔢𝖊

OTHER BLOGS: @ripjulie & @bandysnatched

NOTE: i am using the beta editor.

ONE.     due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

TWO.       this  blog  is MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+ ( exceptions can be made, however depending )

 THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as  I  do work  mon - fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

#╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖔'𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 : pinned post #pinned post banner: template 006 ( youth ) : creationcolor

[moontched]

@ MOONTCHED ; a independent , selective , low in character activity multimuse . includes characters from various fandoms but mostly original characters . there will be heavy topics and themes present . read my rules before following please .  this  blog  is  iconless.  reflected by Siren . 30+ . she/they . pst . discord available  heavily affiliated with @suntched .

carrd . memes . ask  .   lilith . 

ONE.       due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  },  heavy  violence.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

​

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

i  will  NOT  interact  with  anyone  who  engages  in  gross  behavior.  do  NOT  sexualize  minors.  do  NOT  age  them  up  for  the  purpose  of  writing  smut.  do  NOT  write  nsfw of  a  sexual  nature  if  you  write  an  underage  muse.  NO  INCEST  or  other  gross  behavior.  and  if  you  do  write  any  of  those  things,  please  DO  NOT  FOLLOW  ME.  I  didn’t  realize  that  it  needed  to  be  said  but  this  also  includes  being  phobic  of  any  kind  as  well.

TWO.       this  blog  is  MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is  LOW/MEDIUM  ACTIVITY  as  I  do work  mon-fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

FOUR.        I  love  shipping.  It's  my  favorite  thing  ever.  I  love  all  kinds  of  ships.  I  do  ship  chemistry  and  I will  not ship  ANY  adult  muse  with  any  use  under  TWENTY  ONE.  I  do  ship  chemistry,  and  usually  I  won't  approach  first  for  a  ship  due  to  past  experiences.  But  if  you  ship  your  muse  with  Mads,  lemme  know  because  I  am  10000%  sure  I  feel  the  same  way.

                                                           *  *  *  *

DISCORD:  moon soul#0001

#( do not pass go ) / * pinned .

[clawsout]

  A MAN WHO IS PURE AT HEART AND SAYS HIS PRAYERS BY NIGHT may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

independent &  selective  ( and  kind  of  private  )  STRANGER  THINGS  BASED  cora  hale  /  code name beta        written  by  siren  /  30  +  /  she  ;  her.                     21+  O  N  L  Y

                                                   CARRD  |  MEMES | AES. SIDEBLOG

other blogs : @hawkinsbound  +  @hawkinsborn​

ONE.       due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material (  both  stran/ger  things &  teen  w/olf  ),  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  },  heavy  violence.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

i  will  NOT  interact  with  anyone  who  engages  in  gross  behavior.  do  NOT  sexualize  minors.  do  NOT  age  them  up  for  the  purpose  of  writing  smut.  do  NOT  write  nsfw of  a  sexual  nature  if  you  write  an  underage  muse.  NO  INCEST  or  other  gross  behavior.  and  if  you  do  write  any  of  those  things,  please  DO  NOT  FOLLOW  ME.  I  didn’t  realize  that  it  needed  to  be  said  but  this  also  includes  being  phobic  of  any  kind  as  well.

that being said, if you rp with ahoybats / inhaledlies / mrflayed please BE CAREFUL. like with the other person i have listed in my rules, i won’t tell you who to or not to rp with ( thats not my place to do, but i can look out for people ) but please just be careful. they glorify and write underage smut and they also make excuses as to why it’s okay.  they also bully and harass people who are not okay with it and choose to block them. i believe they are someone who is dangerous to the community with thoughts and ideals like this and honestly it’s a dangerous thing.

TWO.       this  blog  is  MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is  LOW/MEDIUM  ACTIVITY  as  I  do work  mon-fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

FOUR.        I  love  shipping.  It's  my  favorite  thing  ever.  I  love  all  kinds  of  ships.  I  do  ship  chemistry  and  I will  not ship  cora  with  any  of  the  core  kids  (  ie.  mike,  dustin,  etc.  )  as  she  is  Steve  and  Nancy's  age.  I  do  ship  chemistry,  and  usually  I  won't  approach  first  for  a  ship  due  to  past  experiences.  But  if  you  ship  your  muse  with Cora,  lemme  know  because  I  am  10000%  sure  I  feel  the  same  way.

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DISCORD:  slap that baby, make him pee!#0001

WIRE:  tbd

#––– ❛ pinned 【 do not pass go. 】

[demogorgoned]

                               ıʇ's oulʎ ɟoɹǝʌǝɹ, uoʇ louƃ ɐʇ ɐll...

 independent  &  selective s.tranger  t.hings  original  character.  MADDOX  FERNANDEZ  /  Experiment #004.    written  by  siren  /  30+  /  she  ;  her.    21  +  O N L Y

                                                                             CARRD  |  MEMES  |  CAROL  

PLEASE  NOTE:  maddox  is  tethered  to  a  demogorgon.  she  is  psychically  linked  to  one  specific  one,    that  does  mean  she  doesn't  have  anything  to  fear  from  that  specific  creature  because  of  this  link.  HOWEVER.  that  does  not  apply  to  the  other  demogorgons,  demodogs  or  demobats.  while  she  is  linked  &  a  part  of  the  upside  down,  that  doesn't  make  her  immune  to  some  of  the  other  creatures  and  the  upside  down  itself.    hers  will  protect  her  with  its  life,  but  her  life  is  tied  to  its  own  and  when  it  gets  injured  so  does  maddox.    THIS  IS  SOMETHING  FEW  PEOPLE  KNOW.  she  is  very  hesitant  to  tell  anyone  as  she  doesn't  want  to  be  treated  like  one  of  the  monsters  knowing  how  el  was  treated  at  the  beginning.  she  also  doesn't  want  the  lab  to  get  ahold  of  her  (  or  her  demogorgon  )  again.  

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I  don’t  subscribe  to  the  tattooed  numbers  on  the  wrist  (  i  find  it  really  cringe  tbh.  duffers  u  know  better  )  so  Maddox  DOES  NOT  have  one.

Instead,  she  has  a  brand  on  the  back  of  her  neck  that  is  a  symbol  specific  for  her.  It’s  also  where  they  would  inject  things  into  her  when  they  would  experiment  on  her  in  the  lab.

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ONE.        due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  (  mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  brainwashing,  torture  (  both  mental  and  physical  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  (  including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  },  heavy  violence.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

i  will  NOT  interact  with  anyone  who  engages  in  gross  behavior.  do  NOT  sexualize  minors.  do  NOT  age  them  up  for  the  purpose  of  writing  smut.  do  NOT  write  nsfw of  a  sexual  nature  if  you  write  an  underage  muse.  NO  INCEST  or  other  gross  behavior.  and  if  you  do  write  any  of  those  things,  please  DO  NOT  FOLLOW  ME.  I  didn’t  realize  that  it  needed  to  be  said  but  this  also  includes  being  phobic  of  any  kind  as  well. 

that being said, if you rp with ahoybats / inhaledlies please BE CAREFUL. like with the other person i have listed in my rules, i won’t tell you who to or not to rp with ( thats not my place to do, but i can look out for people ) but please just be careful. they glorify and write underage smut and they also make excuses as to why it’s okay.  they also bully and harass people who are not okay with it and choose to block them. i believe they are someone who is dangerous to the community with thoughts and ideals like this and honestly it’s a dangerous thing. 

TWO.        this  blog  is  MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is  LOW/MEDIUM  ACTIVITY  as  I  do  work  mon-fri  and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

FOUR.        I  love  shipping.  It's  my  favorite  thing  ever.  I  love  all  kinds  of  ships.  I  do  ship  chemistry  and  I  will  not  ship  Maddox  with  any  of  the  core  kids  (  ie.  mike,  dustin,  etc.  )  as  she  is  Steve  and  Nancy's  age.  I  do  ship  chemistry,  and  usually  I  won't  approach  first  for  a  ship  due  to  past  experiences.  But  if  you  ship  your  muse  with  Mads,  lemme  know  because  I  am  10000%  sure  I  feel  the  same  way.

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DISCORD:  slap that baby, make him pee!#0001

WIRE:  demogorgoned

#i 。 pinned post #。 DO NOT INTERACT 。

[vampstel]

During winter I was saving for the cc loafers but they were quite expensive- but I do notice that royal high just like to put thing up in very high prices so a 3 year player like me can't even afford to get half the thing they want! And not even that it take longer to try to get e v e r t h i n g. Pretty much if you don't have money to buy robux you can't play the game because it's not about roleplays anymore its about status.

Also more on players over pricing during valentines day I tried to get the full male set that just came out. (That I couldn't do due to over pricing on the shoes and even so the set was frustrating bc it glitched a lot and the male version was so bland I mistaked it for the dream set corset for men once.) And the whole time I tried to get it cheaper people had it up there for like 80k?! Like for tad bit of context I'm lvl 1000 played 3 year have all the game passes but one multipler pass and I still have to suffer through over pricing! That should say something if I can't get plane sets in the game let alone offsale items. It's so frustrating I wish they just made everything cheaper OR JUST MADE THE ITEMS THEY REWORDED ON SALE TO PREVENT OVER PRICING LIKE COME ON. I'm so tired of new sets because of overpriceing (plus removing my main grinding method.) and I'm so close to quitting but royal high has been a comfort game for me so to let go is hard.

Ah yes, the dreaded loafers. It’s near impossible to get them now that they’re offsale

I’m assuming the set you’re talking about is the Opposites Attract set (since Mon Cheri isn’t that overpriced as far as I’m aware) and we all know my opinions on that set so I might be biased: It’s just not worth to pay so much diamonds for it, or for anything aside from halos I suppose

I just wish the devs decide to fix the overpricing issue soon. Royale High is also technically a comfort game for me, I did quit for my own mental health but now that I’m more mature I can enjoy it without stressing. BUT DAMN the overpricing…

They really need to start releasing more non seasonal sets. Also, I have both the multiplier gamepasses and even I’ve been struggling with farming

#꒰ v’s answered asks ꒱ #• about: royale high #Also: #Crazy to me how some people out there have commented on my video defending the grinding methods in rhis game #Like you have to be lying if you tell me you enjoy looking at a screen for 16 hours being afk in Sunset Island. #But I digress! #The overpricing really makes me want to help everyone out and it sucks since I’m no rich kid #If I could solve this issue myself I fuckin would lol

[hawkinsbound]

                       THERE'S  A  BOY  HERE  IN  TOWN,

                                                     says  he'll  love  me  forever

independent &  selective  ( and  kind  of  private  )  STRANGER  THINGS  OC  brigit  donovan.        written  by  siren  /  30  +  /  she  ;  her.                      21+  O  N  L  Y

                                                    CARRD  |  MEMES | AES. SIDEBLOG

other blogs : @demogorgoned  +  @hawkinsborn​

IMPORTANT NOTE:  this blog is heavily affiliated with @hawkinshale​. her backstory includes kate's derek and her canon verse she is with derek and has been since eighth grade. all romantic ships will be in separate verses but will still include derek even in passing.

ONE.       due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material,  there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to;  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  },  heavy  violence.  there  will  also  be  darker  characters  being  interacted  with  and  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to  interactions.

however,  because  of  this,  this  blog  is  strictly  21+

i  will  NOT  interact  with  anyone  who  engages  in  gross  behavior.  do  NOT  sexualize  minors.  do  NOT  age  them  up  for  the  purpose  of  writing  smut.  do  NOT  write  nsfw of  a  sexual  nature  if  you  write  an  underage  muse.  NO  INCEST  or  other  gross  behavior.  and  if  you  do  write  any  of  those  things,  please  DO  NOT  FOLLOW  ME.  I  didn’t  realize  that  it  needed  to  be  said  but  this  also  includes  being  phobic  of  any  kind  as  well.

that being said, if you rp with ahoybats / inhaledlies / mrflayed please BE CAREFUL. like with the other person i have listed in my rules, i won’t tell you who to or not to rp with ( thats not my place to do, but i can look out for people ) but please just be careful. they glorify and write underage smut and they also make excuses as to why it’s okay.  they also bully and harass people who are not okay with it and choose to block them. i believe they are someone who is dangerous to the community with thoughts and ideals like this and honestly it’s a dangerous thing.

TWO.       this  blog  is  MUTUALS  ONLY.  meaning  i  will  only  interact  with  people  that  i  follow  and  who  follow  me  in  return.  if  i  do  not  follow  you  back  within  a  couple  days,  please  don't  take  it  personally.  i  am  slow  and  sometimes  it  takes  me  some  time  to  read  over  rules  and  such.  please  do  not  follow  me  over  and  over  again  trying  to  get  my  attention,  this  will  just  cause  me  to  hard block.

THREE.        memes  are  the  best  and  easiest  way  to  interact  with  me  if  we  haven't  before.  please  be  aware  that  i  am  slow  at  these.  like  sloth  level  slow.  they  get  done,  but  i  do  have  a  full  time  job  as  well  as  full  time  anxiety.  this  blog  is  LOW/MEDIUM  ACTIVITY  as  I  do work  mon-fri and  i  am  usually  off  the  dash  sat-sun  so  i  can  recharge.

FOUR.        I  love  shipping.  It's  my  favorite  thing  ever.  I  love  all  kinds  of  ships.  I  do  ship  chemistry  and  I will  not ship  Brigit  with  any  of  the  core  kids  (  ie.  mike,  dustin,  etc.  )  as  she  is  Steve  and  Nancy's  age.  I  do  ship  chemistry,  and  usually  I  won't  approach  first  for  a  ship  due  to  past  experiences.  But  if  you  ship  your  muse  with  Mads,  lemme  know  because  I  am  10000%  sure  I  feel  the  same  way.

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DISCORD:  slap that baby, make him pee!#0001

WIRE:  hawkinsbound

#i 。 pinned post