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inflorescnce · 4 months

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"They have nothing on you."

pairing : Luke Castellan x daughter of hypnos! Reader setting and time : Camp Half-blood, june 2006

warnings/content : fluff summary: in which luke only has eyes for you. word count : 2,374

authors note : This is my first time actually writing a fanfic, so this may just be very bad. My writing style also may be all over the place, I just haven't found one I like yet 😿

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

You looked up to where the voice was coming from, only to be met with the face of your best friend, Alyssa. She was wearing a really cute sparkly dress, one that fit her perfectly.

“Don’t want to go,” you shrugged, your voice the same sleepy tone as it always was. But that comes with being the daughter of the god of sleep. Alyssa rolled her eyes before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of bed.

“Absolutely not; you are getting dressed, and we are going to that party.”

Before you could protest, you were already in the Athena cabin. “It’s not everyday we get to have a party here, and you want to spend it sleeping? sometimes I really dont get you.”

Alyssa was going through her closet, presumedly trying to find a dress for you to wear.

“It’s not my fault my dad is the actual god of sleep.” You groan. “And why should I even go to this party? I’m not a party person at all. You know that.”

“Because,” Alyssa turned to look at me. “He will be there”

“As if that means something, you really think out of all the girls he could pick at camp, he would pick me?”

“Well you’ll never know if you dont go” Alyssa finally seemed to have found something, and she turned to me once again. “put this on,” She was holding a dark grey mini dress.

You knew there was no use in arguing with her, if you said no she would probably put it on you herself. Reluctantly, you got up and changed. The dress fit a like glove, it was at times like this being the same size as your best friend was a livesaver. Alyssa gave a small clap when you went to show her how you looked in the dress and after that she spent almost 30 minutes doing your hair and make-up.

“You look so beautiful” Alyssa hugged you from behind, using the mirror to look at you “Luke would be an idiot if he didn’t think so too”

The amphitheatre transformed it to the perfect party spot, with tables full of drinks and foods and speakers blasting Rihanna and Eminem. You and Alyssa were sitting on the stone benches a few steps up, talking to a few apollo kids. You tried to listen to what they were talking about but you just couldn’t, not when he was there.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor was Luke Castellan, son of hermes. You’ve had a crush on him for almost three years now. But you’ve never told him about it, which was getting harder everyday as you had to see him every morning walking around the hermes cabin shirtless in search for his camp shirt that he had once again lost. Being the child of a minor god meant that you didnt have your own cabin, so you stayed in the hermes cabin with all the other minor god children. You had no complaints though, being able to see Luke come out of the bathrooms with wet hair, wearing only a towel was an absolute blessing. You were snapped out of your trance by Dahlia, your other best friend.

“oh my god ‘lyssa actually did it, you’re here” she faked a surprised voice before letting out a laugh “want to get a drink?”

You nodded before standing up, you wanted to aks Alyssa to come with you, but she was to busy talking to one of the apollo boys, so you just let her be.

You and Dahlia chatted about nothing and everything while walking to the drinks table.

“Have you seen clarisse’s dress?” Dahlia said while stuffing her mouth full with chips. She didn’t wait for you to awnser “I’m going to talk to her” and again without waiting for you to awnser, she walks away.

“Atleast someone has balls” You mutter under your breath. “Now what to drink?”

“I’d go for the grape juice, closest thing to wine we’ll get” A voice from behind starteld you.

You turned around to that Luke was standing behind you.

Your heart fluttered and the breath caught in your throat, leaving you momentarily gasping for air. The fairy lights above highlighted Luke's mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with a carefree joy that only someone like Hermes' son could have. His suggestion about grape juice brought a wave of laughter that released the tension you didn't know you were holding.

"Definitely," you replied, managing to keep your voice steady. "You can never go wrong with the classics, right?" You filled two cups with the juice and offered one to Luke. He accepted it with a nod, his fingers briefly brushing against yours.

The music changed then, transitioning from fast-paced Rihanna and Eminem songs to a slower, more enchanting tune that seemed to wrap around each person like silk threads, pulling them towards the dance floor. Couples began pairing off, swaying in a rhythm that was both timeless and new.

"Would you like to dance?" Luke asked formally, extending his hand towards you.

You were taken aback by the unexpected offer. It felt surreal, as if you had stepped into one of those dream sequences where everything fell perfectly into place according to your deepest desires. But this was real; it was Luke standing before you, waiting for your response. For a moment, you hesitated, the years of hiding your feelings for him weighing heavily on your decision. Then, without thinking, you placed your hand in his and felt a spark ignite within you that threatened to consume your entire being.

Following Luke's lead, you stepped onto the dance floor and felt your heart pounding against your chest. As the music swelled around you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a sea of soft light and shadows. Luke moved with confidence but also with a gentle touch, as if he knew the power of every step they took together.

Your hands found their place on his shoulders, radiating warmth from the summer heat, while his settled lightly on your waist. The closeness between you sent waves of warmth throughout your body, reminiscent of evenings spent around bonfires and secrets whispered under starry skies.

The way Luke looked at you - with a sense of truly seeing you for the first time - melted away any uncertainty that had been building up over time. In his gaze, you were no longer just another pretty face among all the others at camp; you were the sole focus of his attention.

Your breath caught as he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmured amidst the music, his voice rumbling softly, "I've always thought you were the best dancer out here."

A shy laugh escaped your lips. "Me? You must have me confused with one of the Apollo kids. They practically have rhythm flowing through their veins."

"Nah," Luke replied with a grin, spinning you effortlessly before pulling you back into his arms. "They have nothing on you."

In that moment, the world seemed to pause and catch its breath. His words were a ray of sunlight, piercing through the dense foliage of doubts and fears. A blush spread across your cheeks, feeling as though an artist had painted them with shades of warmth.

"Come on," you playfully retorted, trying to maintain composure despite the fluttering in your chest. "You must have been struck by Cupid's arrow to be saying such sweet things."

"Maybe I was," Luke shot back, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or maybe I've just found the courage to speak what's been on my mind for some time now."

"And what's that?" You couldn't help but ask, curiosity mingling with hope like vines creeping up an old stone wall.

Luke's smile softened and he leaned back slightly, relishing in the intensity of your gaze that made the background noise of the party fade away. His voice lowered to a whisper, filled with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine.

"That you, my dear dance partner," he began, "are the most captivating person I've ever met. Not because of how you move on the dance floor or how your laughter brings joy to those around you. But because when I look at you—I see home."

A surge of emotions washed over you, like a warm blanket on a cold night. It felt as though every secret glance and unspoken conversation had led to this one moment in time.

"Luke, I—"

As you spoke, he placed a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you but igniting a deeper conversation through his touch. "Shh," he whispered with a playful yet sincere tone. "No need for words right now. Let's just…dance."

And so you did.

The music enveloped you like a vine as you danced together, the world shrinking until it was just the two of you amidst a sea of beating hearts and rhythmic feet. The lights above cast a warm glow on your union, creating an intimate atmosphere. You moved to the rhythm of an ancient dance, swaying as if on gently swelling ocean waves.

His eyes never left yours, reflecting the twinkling stars in the night sky. In this dance, all your hesitations vanished and were replaced by newfound courage. Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, anchoring yourself to the moment.

Eventually, the song ended and the crowd erupted into applause for the band's final bow. But their noise was nothing compared to the symphony that played in your hearts.

He smiled mischievously at you, sparks of adventure lighting up his features. "Come with me," he said, barely audible over the cheers and clapping.

Without waiting for your response, Luke took your hand and led you through the crowd of dancers and out into the tranquil night. The cool air brushed against your skin, contrasting with the warmth still lingering from his touch. You followed him eagerly, barely touching the pebbled path as anticipation fluttered within you like a captured butterfly.

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting its ethereal glow on everything below. The world was transformed, familiar objects taking on a magical quality – trees becoming silhouettes guarding secrets and the lake turning into a pool of liquid silver.

Reaching the edge of the lake, Luke didn't pause. He took off his shoes and rolled up his pants before looking at you expectantly. Without speaking, you did the same, feeling the cool grass under your feet and then the shock of cold as your toes touched the water.

In unspoken agreement, you walked hand in hand into the lake, its surface parting around your ankles and sending ripples through the water. The sound of pebbles tumbling underfoot created a symphony just for the two of you. As you moved deeper into the lake's embrace, it hummed around your knees, beckoning you to dance.

Luke's hand was warm and steady in yours as you both paused to take in the beauty of the world from within the heart of the lake. It was a breathtaking sight - the moonlight shimmering on the water, starlight seemingly captured beneath the surface. Your reflections were side by side, two souls intertwined in a nightly masterpiece.

Turning towards you, Luke's eyes mirrored the galaxy above, full of mysteries and silent promises. Your breaths mingled with the misty air as he stepped closer, closing the gap between you until there were only inches separating your bodies. In his gaze was an unspoken question, an invitation to a place where time couldn't touch you.

The answer was already clear to you, like a flower blooming in your heart. You felt a magnetic pull towards Luke, one that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and connect you two in a way that redefined nature.

You met him halfway, your previous shyness melting away in his presence. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, as if they were meant to be there since the beginning of time. The world faded into the background, leaving only this moment between the two of you.

Your heart beat with an intensity matching the crashing waves against the shore. As Luke's eyes locked with yours, you saw all of your feelings reflected back at you—a depth that could never be captured by words alone.

As the air stirred and the light shimmered, every breath between your lips seemed to dance in anticipation. And when he turned his face towards yours, it was as though the stars had aligned to bring you together, destined for this moment.

At first, the kiss was tender, like a feather's touch or the gentle caress of moonlight on earth. But as your lips moved in unison, tenderness gave way to a surge of passion that pulsed through your body. Your urgent response matched his own, your bodies pressing together as if trying to meld into one being under the glow of the moon above.

In the stillness of the night, time paused, allowing the world to witness the union of two hearts. The cool water around your knees could not quell the fire ignited by Luke's kiss. It was a kiss that fulfilled longings, broke barriers and crumbled walls in a silent surrender.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your thumbs. A smile spread across your lips as you felt him return the gesture. Slowly, reluctantly, you both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other, trying to catch your breath. Each exhale was a shudder of pleasure; each inhale was a silent vow.

The stillness surrounding you was profound, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant sounds of celebration fading into the night. In Luke's embrace, with the cool water caressing your skin and the moonlight highlighting his features, it became clear that this was more than just a temporary escape or a fleeting entertainment. This moment—it was an awakening.

"Look at us," Luke whispered softly into the night air, "dancing under the moon in a lake like something out of a romantic fairy tale."

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#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #fanfic #romantic #this probably sucks

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blazeismyname · 5 months

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Mechanisms headcanon I just came up while writing

The Mechanisms love to just make random stupid ass references to the stories they sing about. Like, out of random Tim or Brian asks if there's a doormouse in the teapot. Or someone says something like "that fire" and Jonny just starts Gallahading all over the place.

#the mechanisms #the mechs #headcanons #this probably sucks #but i still think its funny #like #“that fire is getting a bit out of hand”#“THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT-”#his voice just echoing through the ship

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qodlysinz · 2 months

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This is Your Mother

Alastor & his Mother - Hazbin Hotel

CW: mentions of death, Alastor goes a bit crazy, Alastor’s demon form, mania

Tags: angst, Alastor misses his mom, I would say give Alastor a hug but he’d pull a Pennywise and bite your head off 😒😒

A/N: I SUCK AT ANGST BUT I LIKE TO THINK I GOT BETTER 🥳 anyway this was inspired by a TikTok I saw a while back with the audio “O Superman” and it was of Alastor’s dead hand after he was shot (I THINK) and his mother worrying where he was. I think it was taken down, but if it wasn’t PLEASEEEEEE give me the person who made it I’ve been thinking about it all day. Or maybe I imagined it like an idiot idk

Alastor never dreamed. He hasn’t his entire life—in both the living and the dead. He likes to think it’s because he was never a dreamer, he was always a realist.

The only person who Alastor felt seen by was his mother.

She was a kind soul, someone worthy of Heaven and all the riches in the world with cooking skills to die for. If Alastor could redo one thing in his entire life, it’d be telling his mother what he was doing.

How the blood on his collar one night he came from dinner was a from stabbing someone repeatedly rather than the lie he told of a nick he give himself while shaving. How he was actually killing people in the middle of the night and he couldn’t go with her to a party, claiming he was at work.

She’d understand, wouldn’t she?

The kindhearted woman would do anything for her son, but did that include forgiving his sins?

Was that wishful thinking on his end? Hoping she’d be so happy he wasn’t actually hurting himself like she thought he was when she saw the blood stains on his usually pristine white button-up shirts.

Alastor actually dreamed this night. For the first time in one hundred years. He never slept, so suddenly imagining himself in the middle of the forest where he lost his life to an idiotic Hunter mistaking him for some deer, somehow.

His breathing was becoming faster—what was this? Was this heinous feeling… fear? It couldn’t be! Absolutely not! Alastor didn’t feel fear, that was fact.

His heart almost stopped at the familiar voice ringing in the air, the sweet, gentle voice he heard everyday as a child.

“Alastor? Al, sweetie? Where are you?”

Alastor froze, looking around rapidly in search of seeing her face at least one more time. Just once, that’s all he wanted.

“Mother?” He echoed into the forest, slowly moving from his station. Leaves crunched under his heel, making him look down at the ground to see that he was wearing the same shoes he wore the day he died—he’d never forget such a day.

He looked behind him, seeing his dead body on the ground. What a strange out-of-body experience. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Alastor scowled, rolling his eyes as he continued on his trek until he heard another sentence from his mother.

“This is your mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?”

Alastor almost threw up, clutching onto a tree and digging his nails into the bark as he covered his mouth. “Where are you?!” He desperately called out, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. Where on Earth was this voice coming from, and why were they using his mother against him?!

He paused, staring off into the distance as he saw his childhood home—his mother sobbed on the ground as police officers consoled her.

“Ma’am, we have means to believe your son was behind those—“ before the man could continue on with his sentence, Alastor’s mother stared at him. “My son would never do such a thing! He was just killed, and you’re blaming him?!” She cried out, the pain and horror in her face almost made Alastor choke out a sob. “Miss, he was holding a bloodied knife and was found by a dumpsite.” The other officer informed her.

His mother clutched her arms, her wails filling the room. “Alastor is innocent! Innocent, I tell you!” She wiped her cheeks with her handkerchief, but to no avail as the tears continued to spill.

Alastor had failed his mother. The woman who sacrificed so much to make sure he got through life was in pain because of what he did. She was probably shunned after news got out, everyone ignored her until her own inevitable death.

He let out a shaky breath, lips trembling as the next words left his throat. “I’m so sorry, mother…” his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.

His mother’s head slowly craned in his direction. “Al…?” She murmured, stumbling to her feet. Alastor almost jumped out of his skin, staring at her. “Tell me, you didn’t do those things! Please, tell me they’re lying!” She grabbed his suit tightly, tears still streaming down his face.

He hesitated. He couldn’t lie to his mother’s face, even if it was a figment of his imagination.

“I did it.” He quietly said.

He didn’t expect his mother’s face to contort into what it did. Eyes blown wide, jaw dropped, and face evidently showing pure, absolute horror.

Alastor’s heart tensed up; it was painful seeing her look at him like that, especially when she normally spoke so sweetly to him, she adored her son with her entire being. Did he just ruin it by admitting his faults?! Could he go back?!

His breathing picked up, terror widening his eyes. “M-mother!” He tried to reach out to her, only for the woman to give him a hateful glare.

“You failed me, Alastor.”

Alastor backed up, the words ringing in his head millions of times. “Failed… you? I… mother..” he cried out. His eyes burned with tears. Was he even capable of shedding tears? Should he be allowed to?! His own mother clearly saw him as a monster, and monsters can’t feel normal emotions.

Was that all Alastor was?

Just a monster?

A monster who hurt his mother?

Alastor desperately grabbed his mother’s arms. “Y-you can’t say that! Mother, it’s me! Your Al, you love me… don’t you? Please do… I’m still the same person!” He insisted, his breathing became more manic as he felt himself grow in size, his human hands behind replaced by his demonic form. His mother froze, staring at him.

“You’re not my son.” She said chillingly. Alastor was quiet, swallowing thickly. “Mother…”

Alastor’s eyes shot open, heavily breathing as he let out a broken cry, hands finding themselves in his hair. “No… mother… she would… never… no..” his teeth bit into his lower lip, drawing blood as tears began to pool in his eyes. “Never.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor’s mom #alastor angst #this probably sucks #i need to practice more #ive never written Alastor before #based on a song

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aplaceinme · 9 months

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Just sth that I started to write a while back, but never got to finish. I'm posting it in hope that I will find the motivation to continue writing it. But I don't even know if I should lol

(If someone reads this, sorry for the mistakes)

The first thing that Alex does when he wakes up is stretch his arm out, looking for Henry. It's weird for him to wake up without feeling Henry right next to him. Usually, Alex would be hugging him close to his own chest, his hands resting on Henry's stomach, or Henry would be hugging him, hiding his face on Alex's neck. Other times, they would fall asleep face to face, turned on their sides, with their legs intertwined. Sometimes, even if they are not cuddling, one would have an arm, leg, or hand somewhere in the other's body. It's as if even in their sleep, they need to feel the other one close by.

After moving his arm and hand around the bed without encountering Henry's body, and just feeling empty and somewhat cold sheets, Alex opens his eyes, or eye really, since his left one is completely hidden by the pillow, and confirms that indeed Henry is not in bed. He lifts his head from the pillow and looks around the room, expecting Henry to be by the closet or picking up both of their clothes that were thrown carelessly around after they arrived from a dinner with Jude last night. However, Henry is not in the room, nor does he seem to be in their bathroom.

Alex flops down on the bed, confused and trying to remember if Henry had told him about an appointment or some meeting that he had to attend. The only thing that he remembers is the meeting about the afternoon tea that Henry and Pez are organizing as a charity event. But, well, that will take place in the afternoon. Alex grabs his phone from the nightstand and checks the time. It's 8 a.m. and the only notifications that he has are a message from Jude telling him that she arrived home well and that she had fun, and then some Instagram comments on the pic that he posted of the three of them last night. Henry must be in the apartment then, he would have texted him or left a note otherwise.

Just as Alex is gathering the strength to get up and look for his incredibly sexy and gorgeous fiancée, he hears footsteps approaching. Alex looks fixedly at the ajar door and soon enough Henry walks in carrying a tray.

“Oh, you're already awake. I wanted to surprise you with some breakfast in bed.”

“I've just woken up,” Alex says, clearing his throat since his voice came out rough. “And you have surprised me, I was definitely not expecting this. What's the occasion?”

Smiling at him, and carefully kneeling in the bed, while moving the tray next to Alex, Henry replies, “No real occasion, just that my afternoon meeting was cancelled, so I'm all free to do whatever. And, since I know that you also have a free day, I thought, what better way than to start the day with some breakfast in bed?”

“That's great. I get to have you all day, then? Mmm…wonder what we could do? Staying all day in bed doesn't sound bad,” Alex says, as he sits up and grabs the tray, careful of not spilling anything.

He gives a quick look at the food, noting that Henry did a traditional fry-up, but then he looks at him and moves, intending to thank him with a kiss. Noticing his intention, Henry smiles and leans in, eager for a kiss. However, before their lips can touch, Alex stops and his eyes grow wide.

“What is it, love? Are you ok?” Henry asks, worried and flabbergasted by Alex's reaction.

“Morning breath,” Alex says, pushing the tray into Henry's lap and then clambering out of the bed, almost falling by getting tangled up in the sheets.

Alex hears Henry laughing at him while he walks into the bathroom, with the intention of washing his teeth.

“You are an absolute dork, you know that? My adorable dork,” Henry tells him loudly.

“And don't you forget it!” Alex says, standing by the bathroom door, with his toothbrush in his hand. “You should be thanking me that I didn't subject you to it.”

“Don't worry, I am very much thankful. I know what your morning breath tastes like, and let me tell you, one time was enough,” Henry tells him, and fake shudders.

Henry is saved from hearing a reply since Alex has started to brush his teeth, making it impossible for him to talk, so Alex just glares at him and walks up to the sink.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #this probably sucks #and it's not finished #but i'm hoping that posting it will give me the motivation to write more

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youandmedead · 1 year

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Hello! Its me again!

If its ok, may i ask for a rook thathas a demon slayer s/o?

Like, they are agile and can feel his stares?

Rððk Hµñ† wï†h å Ðêmðñ §lå¥êr §/ð

Warnings:

Requested by: @raimusmilktea

Notes: I'm not 100% familiar with Rook's character so this may not seem like much and I'm so sorry this was late a lot has been on my plate atm

𖤐 Rook would be fascinated and enamoured by your swordsmanship

𖤐 Constant compliments will be thrown your way by him with a 90% chance of them always being yelled in order to let everyone know what he thinks of you.

𖤐 I think he would definitely ask loads of questions based upon how your technique works and how you managed to perfect it

𖤐 If you can feel him gazing at you from so far away, the guy is stunned. He can't believe he let himself get caught (your senses must be exceptional).

𖤐 Additionally he is amazed but also perplexed at your inhuman reflexes despite you being a human.

𖤐 He'd love to hear you ramble on about the history of the breathing techniques as well as the demon slayer core.

𖤐 Definitely watches you train from time to time - perhaps he may even join you.

𖤐 Even if your a powerful/skilled being (maybe even stoic and extremelt serious) you're still not escaping his flirtatious remarks what so ever, so be prepared.

#twst #twst wonderland #rook hunt #twst rook #this probably sucks #rook headcanons #rook x reader #twst x reader

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redmoss-catshark · 6 months

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Had a thought-

So what if you are considered childish, or immatuee?

Aren't children the ones who have the most fun, who have the wildest imaginations?

Aren't children free to be whatever they want, to express their creativity, because they have not yet been taught to be ashamed of themselves?

Don't children usually act with more compassion than any other person, because they have not been influenced by the darkest parts of the world - or perhaps they have experienced all that evil, and simply hope to stop the spread of anger and abuse.

Can children be mean and spiteful and cruel? Yes.

Can they be reckless and wasteful and careless? Yes.

Can a child be inherently evil? No. People are not born with cruelty.

But children possess bad traits are because they are still growing and still learning, still figuring out how to be a kind person. Everyone makes mistakes, even the best behaved children, because we are all human.

I think, if everyone made room in their life to be a little childish - a little immature - they night find the room to grow some extra kindness, some more empathy, a bit of compassion, or at least the decency to see and treat everyone as a human being.

So, being likened to a child means that you, just like them, are still learning, and no one truly stops learning until they are a pile of bones and ash.

#this probably sucks #idk how to convey what im thinking #so this may be the best you'll get #feel free to add on though #or correct me #shark spiels

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warpeddaydream · 7 months

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Did someone say 'Risetober' and 'Cringetober' 8 days late?

Day 1 (of both): Stars/heterochromia

This is supposed to be a close-up of Donnie looking at the starts, the sky reflected in his eyes. Idk how good this is, because I created it and so I'm looking almost solely at the mistakes I made XD

to be real, though, I'm definitely not doing every day of the two challenges, this may even be the only day I'm doing.

Risetober:

Cringetober:

#risetober #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise donnie #cringetober #digital art #this probably sucks #i’m a bad artist #probably poorly done

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oliversbedroommusic · 9 months

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my debut ep is finally out on all streaming services🤍🪩

#ambient #ambient music #music #music artists #olivers bedroom music #yeule #ethel cain #new music #this probably sucks #Spotify

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bayisdying · 2 years

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A Teaser Mayhaps?

"Hey wipe your tears little lady, it'll be alright."

"But I'm going to miss you so much."

"I know, I promised I wouldn't leave you like he did. But I promise I will be up there, looking out for you always."

"But what if I need you?"

"Just talk to the skies baby, I will hear you."

"How will I know that you heard me?"

"Look at the ground, anytime you find a penny, that's me reminding you that I always have your back kiddo. I love you."

"I love you more."

"You know I love you most."

"Whatever Daddio."

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my-fandom-hell · 2 years

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I have a really cool II fanfic. On Wattpad. Read it and it’ll make you cool too.

It’s basically S1 Taco goes to Hotel OJ after S2 due to time travel and gets adopted. Chaos ensues.

#inanimate insanity #fanfiction #ii fanfic #ii pickle #ii taco #ii season 1 taco #ii microphone #wattpad #this probably sucks #it’s not done but it’s still good i promise

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sunnibits · 2 months

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just out of curiosity bc some people I know with glasses can just go a few hours or a day without them and be chill but I need them on all the time or I’ll go crazy

#I know this is just purely dependant on how disabled you are but like. making polls is fun #personally I don’t consider myself super badly nearsighted but like. if anything is literally more than a foot away from me it blurs #so going around without them would suck ass and probably give me a headache #sunny polls

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one-gay-dumpster-fire · 2 months

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Tw: argument, manipulation, mentions of a bad home life and drinking

One time, my mother and I got into a huge argument. She was drunk. The kind of drunk where they are so incoherent, truth comes out. The kind of drunk where they tell you everything they would never want you to know.

My brothers can be evil sometimes. They will never consider me family, more like a resident in their house. I try so hard to connect to them, but they only ever give me a smile and move on. We are too different.

They give my mother a hard time, their mom is hateful and manipulative. My mom is an enemy to them. She keeps them away from her, even though she puts them through borderline abuse sometimes.

My mother finally spoke her mind about it. She told them she was an asshole. So drunk, she didn't care about the consequences. When you're a kid, your mom is an angel. A superhero. God. My mother is telling awful truths and theirs tells the sweetest lies.

I yell at her, afraid for the kid who was told their parent was nothing, just like I had been. I looked at my brother's eyes, and I saw my own, pleading at her.

"I will not act like my father again. I'm sorry. My biggest fear is to end up like him." I loved him. I was a daddy's girl.

I yell at her. She seethes. We argue.

I was always a perfect child. Golden and hard working. Straight A's honor student, never in trouble, always happy, even when I can't even bring myself to brush my teeth. I always agreed with my mother, though my thoughts about it were all washed up. I am my father's child playing the devil's advocate.

I was always the perfect child, so seeing my mother standing there that night, with eyes holding so much hatred, I had to leave.

I could never argue with my mother as a kid. You speak to me in a harsh tone and like a dog, I will hang my head and cry at your feet. "I'm sorry. I will not act like my father again. I'm sorry. I love you." I always envied my elder siblings, who could look them in the eye as they were yelled at.

I argued with her then. I don't regret it. I walked as calmly as I could back inside of the house. I held my body stiff. I sobbed in the bathroom, holding on to the sink. Take a breath. I am happy. Nothing is wrong. I apologize to my brother. I know how he feels, but I can't say that.

I called my girlfriend. And I calmly packed my stuff.

When I left, I walked past my mother with a straight back.

"wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going with Coen, don't you remember?" Even tone, don't look at her, you know you will cry.

"Wait, no, we need to talk."

Breathe...

"Mom, I think it would be best if we talk tomorrow. I don't want to talk about it right now because I am upset and I don't want to cause an argument. I love you. (I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you.)" Blame yourself, not her.

She yells after me as I leave. She says she's sorry. She says she just wants to talk. She says she doesn't want to be a bad mother.

Don't turn around, you'll let her win. Don't let her guilt trip you. Why is it in that moment, the ugly truth and the pretty lie bleed into each other? Why are they the same.

My girlfriend congratulates me as we drive to her house. She was supposed to pick me up that night, and I'm glad I had that escape. I thank her. I calmly ask to take a shower once I get there and I let the rest of it out in that shower. I sit down cross-legged and sob. I hyperventilate.

I stand up, finish my shower and leave. We cuddle and I reach for my phone. The phone I forgot.

I panic, I cry again. I didn't want her to see me cry, not because I think I'm weak, but because I want her to see me as strong. I want to be there for her.

We go back to my house, but I don't feel dread, it feels more like stage fright.

Walking in that house late at night is strange. Everyone's asleep, I shouldn't be arriving now. Sneaking to my room is terrifying because my mom's dog hears me and starts growling. I don't want to wake anyone. Why isn't she sleeping with Mom in her room.

Mom's in my room.

Mom was laying down in my bed. She is sorry. She feels bad. It's the alcohol, it's always the alcohol. I smile.

"It's alright, mom. I came here to get my phone."

"I noticed you left it," she laughs, I give her a smile in return.she always acts like nothing happened.

"Coen's waiting for me. I'll see you tomorrow, Mom."

"See you tomorrow."

She was genuinely sorry. She missed me, and she was trying to find comfort in my room.

I love my mom. I love the mother that went to college to support me and my elder siblings. I love the mom that learned how to support my queerness even though she did not understand or respect it. I love the mom who gave the warmest enveloping hugs when she knew you needed it. But I hate my Mother. I hate her ugly truths and her beautiful lies.

#tw alcohol #tw alchohol mention #tw arguing #tw anxiety #writing #bad writing #this probably sucks #and its a vent post #but i hope anyone who reads it feels seen #this is just brain barf

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secondbeatsongs · 1 year

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for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

#the truman show #sbs rambles #I keep thinking about how children on popular youtube channels should probably have laws to protect them #social workers assigned to them maybe #I dunno #they did not sign up to have their lives sold for profit #but here we are #tho #I guess none of us signed up for it #and our data is harvested more than ever #god #high-tech capitalism sucks turns out #OH WAIT because tumblr is bad at getting context sometimes #let me specify:#I am not saying that the movie The Truman Show is bad or that it normalizes this #like all good sci-fi (because it is kind of sci-fi) it's there to warn us of what the future could hold #and it did that in a very good way - it's a beautiful movie #I could see someone with a bad faith take assuming I meant that it was part of the problem #it absolutely wasn't. it didn't normalize this; we did #youtube did and social media #it's us that's the problem #or more specifically: big corporations and a lack of regulation #that's the origin of most modern problems

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beware-of-soft-shoe-shufflers · 1 year

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Please Don’t Forget

I think of you all the time,

In the morning within my first thoughts,

At night when I’m trying to fall asleep,

In the shower when I’m reminiscing with myself about a conversation we had 5 years ago,

But do you ever think of me?

Does my face ever come to mind when you pick up that video game case I gave to you in high school?

What about when you look at the little piece of wiring I soldered that I gave to you?

When you look at the little keychain I gave you for graduation, do you even think of me?

It’s your favorite character, one that I’ve grown attached to as well,

But that’s only because he reminds me of you,

I wonder if you even know what I’m doing nowadays,

How many 8 AMs I’ve almost missed,

What my new favorite game to play is,

My new hyperfixation that will inevitably fizzle out in the next 6 months,

Do you even remember the simple things?

My birthday, my favorite color, the texture of my hair when you play with it?

I wonder if you know what you’re doing,

How you’ve left me out,

How you’ve begun to deconstruct my very being just by not letting me in,

I’ve given you everything,

All my insecurities, my ups, and downs,

I’ve given you all of my favorite things, my inhibition, and my eagerness,

Yet sometimes I wonder if you even realize that you have any of it,

Am I asking for too much?

Is it too much to ask for some attention, some comfort?

Too much to need the warmth of another person on the days with a raincloud over my head?

Or is it far too little?

Do you even know how you make me feel,

When you don’t answer me, don’t let me in,

I am standing outside in the rain,

Pounding on your door, begging,

Let me in, let me in, please let me in,

There’s a monster out here, it will devour me,

Please, let me in, let me in,

And yet, you choose not to answer the door,

I am left alone with the monster that my mind has created,

A monster made of insecurities and day-to-day problems,

It reeks of loneliness and self-loathing,

One of these days, when I am outside,

Pounding on the door, begging to be let inside,

It will devour me,

Tear through my soft skin and break my bones into nothing but splinters,

And then,

There will be nothing left of me,

But that little keychain I gave you for graduation,

And that little piece of wiring hanging off of your shelf,

When you look at those things,

Will you think of the person who gave those to you?

Or will you just think of them as objects,

Will you forget me when I am gone?

Or will you regret?

Will you recall the memories we’ve shared?

Or will there be any memories at all?

Sometimes I wonder if you know me,

If you even remember that I’m here,

If you’ll remember me when I’m gone,

Sometimes,

I wonder if you even remember that you love me

#poetry #i'm sad #original poem #angst poetry #this probably sucks #but I'm posting it anyway #sorry for being depressing #love you #depressing poem #poem #original work

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