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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 6 months

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Oh we are so BACK

When I tell you I saw this and died. HELLO?????

I keep hiding my face lahshjsdhjgfsaf HE HAS NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT AT ALL BEING THAT SEXILY INTENSE AAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway, I should probably try to make some attempt at describing the event since. If I don't I'll just be barking/crying/hiding my face for the next twelve hours.

Basically--and I'm not sure this is going to be across the board, but it held true for Napoleon and Sebastian at least--each suitor has a birthday event this year instead of a separate story. Comte's won't be released until tomorrow, but they have posted a preview.

From what I gather, he talks a little bit about himself and reveals parts of his past that haven't come to light in the game yet. There wasn't really enough to convey a coherent narrative beyond attending a party, but the line displayed here does get across the larger theme:

Comte: (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.)

He talks about how the aristocracy have thrown parties and extravagant celebrations for his birthday for most of his life. But none of it has ever really made him happy, largely because he knows that they are attempts to strengthen and broadcast power relations within high society. While I don't think he means it's entirely devoid of well wishes, I do think he sees it as a nexus of influence--and thus, by nature, impersonal. And honestly, I don't think he's wrong about that; the higher the echelon in social standing, the more it requires performance to maintain the position.

That being said, there is a fascinating flashback where he remembers a pureblood telling him about how falling in love with a human is an experience of another caliber entirely. My understanding is that Comte was still a fairly young vampire at the time, so he didn't really understand what the person was getting at. It seems like the other pureblood was trying to convey the difference in feeling, perhaps the fact that humans are more grounded in accordance with how they live--the reality and necessity of change.

After reading this--and the recent 5th bday story--I can absolutely see how change is something Comte has a complicated relationship with. He's known a certain way of life for so long, has constructed a sensibility of distant, rational maturity. After all the heartbreak of his youth, and two very acute traumatic events in his life, I can see why he'd be so afraid of broaching any kind of proximity with another person. Because on some level it's so much easier not to put your feelings on the line, to never have to fear devastating loss. And that's to say nothing of the worry of being unable to measure up on behalf of another person, of letting them down.

I'm so excited to see the rest of the contents, but something about the preview made me equal parts giddy and enamored (all I do is kick my feet with excitement LOL). I think what gets to me with Comte is that he truly does love companionship as a place to rest, a place where he can be honest about himself and his feelings without fear of ridicule (and the same goes for MC). In a world increasingly obsessed with surface level performances of power, status, and emotion, it's hard not to feel his exhaustion to the core.

Also, because these lines at the end more or less destroyed me in the best possible way:

MC: ...The you who had nowhere to belong no longer exists. In much the same way...Abel, I belong to you. Comte: ... Comte: I wish I could say to myself all those years ago, the me who kept indulging in such paltry things. Comte: Until you meet MC, you will never know love... The warmth of MC in my arms filled me with such joy I was near tears. (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.) The moment my lips found hers, the sweetness lit a fire deep in my body. Comte: These cute lips that melt against mine, the heat of your skin, the love that envelops me in your embrace--always leaves me so deeply in love with you.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp spoilers #LETS GO ABEL UNPACKING ALL THOSE COPING MECHANISMS #**pats the couch next to me** CONFIDE IN ME #but in all seriousness i really do love how raw his relief and happiness feels #to have spent all of those years trying to subsist on emotional crumbs and numbing himself #and mc is so real for just gathering him in her arms and holding him tight QUEEN MOOD!!!!#i really really really love that general recurrence in his stories too #of how he always feels so isolated and out of place even when he's surrounded by people #yet all it takes is mc saying 'you belong to me--just as I belong to you. you're never truly alone :>'#to make him both overjoyed but also unhinged with so much love for her--to feel alive #also man........MAN.....#him looking back at who he used to be vs who he is now #im so caught between memeing like 'you know what that is? growth!'#but also lowkey weeping from the fact that he feels loved enough to look back and fully admit it wasn't quite happiness #that he was just surviving the only way he knew how--not really living #ABEL THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME #CMERE LOVER BOY #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus #literally october was always my favorite month but its even better now that it just becomes a comte-loving festival for me #truly all the joys of monsterfking all tg

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em0-opossum · 10 months

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sick of people acting like being alone/lonely = being single. ofc you're allowed to feel like that, I'm aro and could not care less that I don't have a partner so I have no idea what it feels like to have that experience, but god just once I'd like to find poetry and art made by people who know how it feels to have no friends and feel lonely no matter how many people are around you and know that you don't belong no matter where you are

#I'm lucky enough to have two good friends right now who i love very much #but that doesn't mean that they understand how i feel or how i have felt #and knowing you're alone in that overbearing loneliness just alienates you more and further perpetuates the feeling #i still miss out on so many opportunities to be friends with people i genuinely want to be friends with so bad because i can't talk to them #i still get so paranoid sometimes and stop replying to anyone because I'm convinced they hate me and there's something wrong with me #sometimes to the point where i avoid teachers who i need to talk to because i am sure that everything i say will be wrong #even someone being nice can feel awful because i think that they just feel bad or are pretending and actually trying to make fun of me #i know nobody actually knows who i am or how i feel because i hide everything to fit in with people and what they need/want #i have never felt like i belong anywhere and trying to explain that to people is so hard #there are times i love being alone but knowing that I've missed out on every regular human experience is so isolating #i just want to be normal and have friends i love and hang out with and talk to and not feel like every word i say could be the end of me #and when i try to find anybody who relates all i get is “oh im alone again :(( being single is awful”#i really do empathize with those people but it is nothing like my experience of loneliness #(tags are just for finding people who relate)#social anxiety #avpd #avoidant personality disorder #actuallyavpd #loneliness #chronic loneliness

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frecklystars · 1 year

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I want to say real quick, again, thank you guys so much for sending me asks. The messages just keep pouring and I cannot put into words how much it means to me, how much I need them right now. I know writing messages takes energy, and half of you don’t even know me, some of you are even saying “oh I just followed you today, I hope you feel better” and!! That’s so kind!!! I fucking love you guys. Thank you for using your time and energy, choosing to write to me. I know I’m just a stranger on the internet, but across the screens, you’re helping a real breathing person heal.

I missed so many of you, even the people I only interacted with one time, like for a commission you bought from me, or maybe you wrote a nice tag on my art, I do remember you fondly. I always remember when someone is kind to me because I didn’t grow up surrounded by kind people; when I recognize acts of kindness, I really hold onto it.

To the newcomers, welcome to my blog, and I’m so sorry you’re seeing me like this. I want to say I’m not normally in such devastated state, but I’ve felt so incredibly hopeless for such a long amount of time, I’m not quite sure how to be my old self again. I’m really hoping I can heal one day, and it feels a little bit more possible because of your support. It’s so touching that there’s so many of you who are like “oh I just found your blog today and I’m sending you so much love”. You’re seeing me in such a raw, wounded state, and yet you’re still willing to extend your positivity even though you don’t know me. It means so much.

I cannot tell you how comforting it feels to open my inbox and my dms and re-read all of these messages you’re sending me. And then I’ll refresh and suddenly there will be more. I promise you I am reading every single one of them, and I am slowly but surely answering as many as I can, even if I’m so slow at it, I’m very rusty from not speaking to almost anyone for nearly 9 months lol. Not only do I feel encouraged when you’re lifting me up like this, but spending a few minutes distracting my mind from the traumatic events by focusing on reading your words, it helps to ground me. When I feel more vulnerable to flashbacks, whether it’s just that kind of day where I wake up and the wounds are reopened, or maybe I’ve been triggered by something and my emotions are raw, I’ll try to open my inbox and read your messages again, to try to ground myself. Some of you are even worried about putting content warnings onto your asks, which is so sweet. I promise you you don’t have to do that, but that’s so incredibly nice of you to even think about that. You don’t have to worry about whether your transformers URLs are going to make me flinch, or if there’s pink profile pictures, or if you mention Starscream or Knockout or Megatron or Bee or literally whomever. Just the fact that you’re being careful with me, that’s so sweet, I can’t believe how all of you, 100% of you, have taken me seriously. None of you have made fun of me, none of you have put me down for being scared -- hell, even non-self shippers have told me they support me in my journey to reclaiming the many characters I’ve lost. I think I’ve reached over 100 messages in the last three days that I’ve returned, and all of them are nothing but kind and empathetic. I’m shocked.

I really thought I was going to be in this alone. I really didn’t expect anyone to believe me. A few of M’s close friends blocked me back when she was manipulating me, and it hurt, because I didn’t even know what I had done wrong. No explanation, I had lost a few people who I thought I was close with. And it was just more fuel for her to tell me how she would think I’m special, that she would never leave me like that. I was scared that when I’d return online, everyone would shun me, that she might be spreading rumors about me (which she is known to do). But I’ve even had FIVE PEOPLE come forward in the last two days and say “I know who you’re venting about, even though you didn’t say her name, and she hurt me too. She hurts a lot of people and I’m sorry she hurt you. Don’t let her ruin Transformers for you, it’s yours.” I felt so relieved to hear I wasn’t alone, that we’re not alone, that I’m not going crazy. Thank you guys for validating my feelings.

My ask box is always open, my dms are always open (when they’re not being glitchy lol) and none of you should ever worry about “being too overwhelming” when sending messages. You’re not tiring me out, you’re not making me feel pressured to respond. You’re all making me feel seen. You can send me 500 supportive messages and I am going to read all of them. I had no idea how much I needed support until I received it. I burst into tears the first time you guys started messaging me because I was awash with relief. You’re all really helping me get onto the path of healing and I appreciate you so much. Thank you for helping me and thank you for being patient with me as I heal.

#woof #im so scared that i cant get better. but so many of you keep insisting that i WILL get better #and man i hope you're right. i cant tell you how lonely it feels without my starlight :(#that love is still deep inside of my heart somewhere... i just dont know how to find it again #but all of you supporting me is seriously helping me so so so much #...also it's 5 in the morning and i couldnt sleep bc of a nightmare fhdhfj so. here i am #reading more messages and it helps me forget the nightmare and focus more on the Support #i was so isolated and lonely for so long. only filled with the belief that im unworthy of love #that my own comfort characters would *enjoy* hurting me #and im so shocked seeing these waves of kindness from so many of you #im not used to people being nice to me bc i spent so long being with one person who hurt me repeatedly #so each time i get a new Nice Message im like. surprised all over again #ok im gonna try to go back to sleep now bc i have a bartending shift at the theater in a few hours #im so excited! i genuinely love to bartend at the theater and i love getting to watch free shows #but i wont be able to pour any drinks if i am falling asleep at the counter sdlfjsdf #the nightmare really shook me up so i might be slow to responding when im home from work #but i will try to get back to as many as i can today. u guys are so amazing. thank you.

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autisticagathasblog · 10 months

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Wanna talk about Hort and Agatha parallel, but idk hm 🤔 🤔

#lunchtime lectures #agatha of woods beyond #hort of bloodbrook #i need go back to re read the series when im not so busy #but so far in my notes: theyre both children abandon from their mothers and deemed unworthy by society #the only different is Agatha legit did believe that she is unworthy and not any value so she isolated herself #vs Hort who wants to be respected by his Peers and to be seen as cool and be value by the narrative #They both sort of got what they want...#I rag on Hort a bit too much from my early days i think he's okay now #he's funny to me #and im not a fan when ppl try to label hort as an “incel” which is just odd like yes what he did to sophie was weird #but calling him an incel is crazy to me #or try to rewrite as this “manipulative evil dude” when NOOOOO you're missing the point #he's suppose to be a LOSER even when he became popular he's still a loser at heart

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hyperfixation-tangentopia · 3 months

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Randomly got surged with love for my dog, hug your dogs everyone <3

#I wish we had more money #he desperately needs a groomer #but he's scared of the showerhead and he doesn't like his paws touched #I'm working on that second one #but it's slooow because energy among other things sucks #gonna try to push on the depression a bit and at least make something part of his daily routine now that I'm getting more daily energy back #fighting depression is so fucking exhausting #but we're getting there #ups and downs everyone ups and downs #I would not have expected to get here so quickly so that's #something #oop I'm rambling in tags again lol #I was gonna sleep and then I got distracted by dog training videos #I finally figured out how to make the autism ADHD overwhelmed by big tasks and overwhelmed by step by step work for me #isolate the step. block your mind of what to do next.#then you're doing one thing #and then you're doing one thing again #boom stuff and things #sorta #we're trying alright lol #we're getting. somewhere. eventually.

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yououghtaknow · 11 months

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#ANDREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ANYWAYS. fucking hate the medical system. hate being mentally ill. hate being disabled. hate this life.#but at LEAST my parasocial bway besties are making good music #[everything is falling apart] [five minutes later] omg musical theatre #deleting so many tags because i have so much to say but i can't because of the [redacted] of it all #going to try and go for a walk and listen to music and try not to go insane #i love simultaneously oversharing and being a man of mystery. i am everything and nothing and so so special.#evening plans: walk. music. dinner. try and do a little creative work. sleep.#i have planned social things for the weekend so i am NOT isolating myself #i am doing all of the things i have been told to do to get better AND YET!!!!!!!!!!#it will be okay. at least i'm at my parents' house for the weekend so i can belt about it #anyways if my paranoia is Correct and my irls are reading this Hello. I Will Explain All Of This Eventually But You Probably Know What's Up #in many ways i am just like alistair fletcher but in many ways i am not. i contain multitudes.#ooh i should try and finish the current episode of my skambr annotations tonight. at this rate i will finish s1 by the end of the summer.#the thing about sandy neuman is she's sooooo flawed but in a way that is just like me (conflict avoidance and over/undersharing)#she would fuck with yellowjackets sooooooooo much. she's a soccer player she's a lesbian she has fucked up girlbestfriendships.#ANYWAYS. if you're still reading this hiiiiiii. going to feel the sun on my vampiric skin now.#Spotify

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friendofthecrows · 2 years

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I have a job interview today, everyone who believes in that stuff send me luck ok? (灬º‿º灬)♡

#i am VERY fluent in writing but speaking is a different matter so I'm a bit worried #i actually just changed my fluency level on my application for French bc you know I'm fluent in French #but then my mom asked me to describe something to her in French and I blanked #but then she asked me to describe THE SAME THING in English and I STILL COULDN'T #so anyways my French is sitting at intermediate now in my resume bc they had no between intermediate and fluent #and I KNOW what everyone considers intermediate in this country and I'm waaay above that #but anyways the downsides of being mostly raised by a wolf #I'm not actually a fluent English speaker even though it's my first language #fine writing but I don't have too much experience speaking #putting sentences together is like doing a puzzle it's hard #often there's a word at the back of my head that I can't pull to the front so I try to describe with other phrases #i hope this doesn't make me sound unqualified #like I could show you all of it or write essays on it but speaking is hard #and i could do it in French but y'know since I can't verbalize in English well I can't in French either #i was literally raised by a wolf and then spent the rest of my life mostly isolated in the forest #i write and read a lot and correspond with people electronically all the time #but I only speak to like 5 people once a week and that's only been for the last few years #you get it?#so I'm nervous bc I KNOW the English capabilities will leave #imagine a language that you're kind of good at but you've been on and off studying #now imagine you have to do a spoken interview in that #that's me with any of my languages including English #this DOES make it really easy to learn foreign languages quickly #which is why I can WRITE in 5 very well #speaking is a different matter

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weirdcharacter · 1 year

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Your tags on my post ✊️

Yeah, you know 🖤

Ace solidarity 🤝

Hopefully we'll find a way to make our growth and our interests compatible, and we'll be able to find people who can respect our decisions and value us the same way they would value people with more "traditional" life projects 💙

#ace spec #it does feel isolating to grow and realise you're the last one on the path you're walking on #and to see everyone else diverging and moving to other paths or creating their own #and it's hard to realise that sometimes we could stick together if we could accept our differences instead of seeing them as obstacles #but i try to remain hopeful #i try to believe that eventually I'll reach a point where i can surround myself with people who can accept me as i am and still value me #and vice versa #and mostly i like to believe that a life where my interests can grow with me instead of turning into relics of my past i need to mourn #is possible*#anyway I'm rambling now but again thanks op for your post and for being true about that feeling #💗

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gazelessmenagerie · 1 month

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Is there cause for concern over Broly being pissy? What's got him mad anyway?

When isn't there 'cause for concern' when his temperament is getting heated for one thing or another? 'Cause for concern'... isn't that just the perfect words used by his father when the son was was getting too agitated..

The turning of gears kept their idle clicking as the sun and moon rise over and over in an endless cycle spanning the birth of this planet, the land shifts with each outbreak of his anger but it never seems to lessen now does it? Oh every pathetic creature SHOULD fear him and know when his wrath is building. From the smallest ant to the greatest predator, his power fluctuated and grew teeth of its own to gnaw at the area around, biting into it with a heavy pressure.

His damn head was hurting with the amount of frustration building at his core with each passing day after he began to realize something.

He was wasting his time doing nothing.

He wasn't living in peace than he was disgracing himself from living without the proper challenge he should be attaining to build himself stronger. Each day was spent hunting, gathering the meat off his prey and foraging for what supplies he needed and with each pillage; his knowledge of what was useful and what wasn't only grew so far as far as his senses and gathered information from the quivering worms of this planet. Each passing gave him insight to how the society of this world operated and how to manipulate certain villages cut off to appease him. Tributes were to be had and he spoiled himself to the riches akin to a drake among his hoard but it wasn't enough.

Food and water that had once been difficult to attain were easy enough once he carved or learned the geographic locations. The elements that once stood against him, nearly claiming him beneath an icy prison were of little consequence than to maintain his energy for warmth and protection even against the most biting of blizzards and the most vicious of thunderstorms. Pelting rain as cold as ice could be piercing the earth and it wouldn't so much as affect him unless he wanted to feel his flesh shiver.

The mere utterance of a fighting tournament had passed by his ears during a trek to one of the towns beneath the guise of Earth clothing, catching his attention on what potential fights were to be had and who might be strong opponents. It was almost laughable how these pathetic creatures thought they were strong when they were truly some of the weakest ingrates he's ever had to live amongst but then.. that thought became another. Scorn became a reflection of himself looking into the mirror of a window, witnessing what he had been reduced to in trying to attempt and live on this planet just to appease the wishes of inferior creatures.

So be it.. he once said, so be it.

If this was how it is, so be it.

If this is how it shall be, then so be it.

A damned joke played on himself by his own stupidity it seemed. What was he thinking to assimilate little by little, having no home and no future empire to work towards; or cared about for that matter. No, it was something that began to fester with the wretched thought of being Domesticated.. This planet's ways were making him be complacent to be lazy and without need for strife to harden his resolve and fortitude. Each day was nothing than a routine to be expected like a beast of burden. Like he was meant to only obey the rules imposed without complaint or choice.

In a matter of moments, that glass image fractured with the rising power held within his core; the pressure too much to bear before it was set lose with a vicious expulsion of anger. Shoulders tense, tendons rigid, every muscle was primed for a fight as though he expected one to come for him at any moment.

In truth, he HOPED it did...

#|| Tag: Answered #Anonymous #|| Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#( yeah he's got issues but we've known it afldsjg)#( he was fine for a bit but now he's just doubting everything he's built so far and probably putting himself back on the road to ruin again #( smh. )#( then again i dont' suppose he's /used/ to being.. eh.. a bit happy or at least content for long periods of time before it starts to )#( feel like somethings wrong. or something isn't supposed to be feeling that good for that long. )#( i mean thats jsut me trying to put to word whats going on in his brain adfljg it aint pretty )#( and it doesn't help he tends to isolate himself time to time like a stubborn dumbass )#( bit hard to get some much needed emotional support there broccoli boi when you're doing fuck all in a lonely desert. )#( but then again he's just LIKE that unfortunately. there's just a lot to unpack and its not hard to see the deep cracks if you look )#( at him for long enough afldjg )

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medicinemane · 6 months

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#I'm having to choose my words carefully and not just come out and say what I want to #because at the moment I just feel like being spiteful; but I know I'll regret it #sometimes I'll talk about wanting to delete my tumblr #and some well meaning person will be like 'it's ok to take a break from social media'#and it's like you're carrying but you're also completely incapable of reading the room #this isn't something about wanting a break from my main source of company #this is about people around me doing things that are hurtful and me wanting to hurt them back #it's about spontaneously removing myself from their life; probably saying why; and giving no recourse #it's about making people feel consequences for their actions #(and you may say why not deal with this in a healthy fashion?)#(and the answer is because when I tell people they've hurt me I'm met with dead air)#(they probably just don't know what to say or even missed the message; but that's why that doesn't work)#but the problem is that while maybe in this moment I want to make people hurt like they hurt me #even in the time I'm writing this I'm hitting the point where I don't want them to hurt #so I'd regret deleting; regret losing everything; regret hurting people #I don't need a break; I just wish people would work with me literally ever #I try to explain what I'm asking for; I try to say when I'm hurt even though that's very hard for me #and... and it's never rewarded; which hurts more and makes me want to isolate more #I want to hurt people back because I want to go 'this is what you're fucking doing'#'so now you know what you're doing could you possibly stop?'#anyway; all these feelings were made worse by my mom sneezing #which sounds crazy but like... it hurts so bad listening to it cause of the past I hit my head for the first time in a while #just wish that fucking anybody would treat me with any respect or like they care #wish I even occasionally came first instead of existing to serve everyone around me #love doing what I can for people but... I don't know...#I do truly doubt I'll even be missed when I eventually kill myself #a couple people will feel bad for a bit; but they'll be relieved long term #and they'll find I'm just as replaceable as I've said #... filled with an urge to make a post that's just like 'anyway fuck you all' after this... but I won't #mm tag so i can find things later

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murobrown · 11 months

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#it's Friday and I'm in my pyjamas since like 4 PM...what a life.#now my stomach decided to kill me so I just collapsed on the couch and then my brain started to be self destructive too and now I'm sad #feeling kinda lonely #i love isolating myself and solitude more than anything but sometimes I just want those small things #like someone who would take me for a walk like I'm a fucking dog #or watching movie not on my own #cooking or baking for someone #and I'm trying to get over it because I'll probably never get this stuff in my life #i miss being around my family because those are the only people i feel comfortable with #all friendships i have feel like chores or job interviews #i feel like I can't feel this connection with anyone anymore #i don't share same interests or opinions with my friends anymore #i don't have same life experiences as them #and it's still alright to see them from time to time but I just don't feel the need to be intimate with them #i mean intimate like vulnerable #and I don't fucking know how to make new friends when you're 25 and introverted and little ugly #and I don't even know if I want friends #i guess I need a pet that's all #no I think I just need less free time so that I don't have time to think those things #but you know what I'm still doing good like overall I'm happy with my life #i still feel so fucking grateful for everything i have right now compared what a mess it was just few months ago #not even speaking about one year ago #and two years ago doesn't even feel like me an my life anymore #it feels bad saying it but I'm proud of myself because I did this all by myself #I'm here doing good only because of myself #like I gave myself all this stuff i always wanted #I'm making myself happy for the first time in my life #for the first time in my life I don't fully hate myself... just a little :) sometimes #sometimes I can even feek sorry or forgive my past self but that's still work in progress #i don't know what am I saying anymore this is what happens when I'm with no chores or responsibilities for more than one hour

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Imagine jealous!sharon want to get you out of the way so she can be with Bucky…

She hurts you (even it’s like a bruise) and Bucky begins to be so protective of you 🥺🥵

ABSOLUTELY.

I'm imaging this with a soft sweet reader and fuckboi Bucky. Hear me out, okay.

He's not looking for a relationship at all, finally feeling a sense of freedom after getting a bit of himself back. He's so flirty with everyone, so charming, he knows he can get whoever he wants.

He fucks.

A lot.

Sharon eats it up, loving the smirks he gives her, his playful baby blue eyes always sparkling. She loves the naughty way he bites his lip and don't even get her started on how gorgeous he is when he works out shirtless. His Brooklyn accent comes out when he calls her darlin' and it makes her weak in the knees.

There's just one issue.

The looks he gives Sharon aren't special. She's not the only one he calls darlin', even the old lady at the coffee shop shares the same pet name. Bucky can't help the little smirks he tosses around to others, flirty compliments naturally falling from his lips. He's a bit of a heart breaker but it's who he is.

That's just Bucky.

That's Bucky with everyone else.

Then there's Bucky with you.

The quite lab assistant who worked at the compound.

He didn't have it in him to playfully flirt with you when you asked about his day. He actually liked talking to you, finding any excuse under the sun to keep the conversation going, poking at the little nick knacks you have on your desk so he doesn't have to leave so quickly.

Sharon hates the way he looks at you. Whenever he's around you, he looks at you with puppy eyes as if he's wondering how someone so sweet could possibly exist. She catches onto the way he's not the same with you as he is with others. He's called everyone in passing darlin' with a drawl of his voice but you're his doll. He's never used that with anyone else. That's reserved just for you.

She can't stand it.

At first she tries to pick you apart in subtle ways' maybe you'd finally realize you had no business talking to someone like Bucky.

"You're so pretty even though you wear glasses"

"Don't worry, that dress would still look good on your body type, its meant to suit everyone"

"I wish I was as brave as you to wear that! I'd love to have that much confidence but I could never"

She smiled sweetly while you pulled your lab coat closer together, clutching it tightly in your hand. Your heart sank to your stomach. You'd worn one of your favorite dresses, one many others had always said you looked perfect in but some how Sharon made you doubt that, despite her sugary smile.

Then she took it a step further to make sure you were more isolated, insisting you'd be uninterested in plans when the team wanted to go out. Purposely giving you extra work when they had drinks together. Anything to keep you sad and holed away in your lab while she kept Bucky all to herself.

She'd do anything to get rid of you.

She was almost certain everything was going accordingly to plan, inching closer and closer to Bucky during a movie night until she was pressed against him, sharing his blanket. Not that Bucky noticed since he was more distracted over the fact that Sam was also squished against him on the other side of the small couch. Sam was also buried under the now too hot blanket, his deep snores irrupting the movie having fell asleep on Bucky's shoulder.

"Damn bird brain" Bucky huffed, ignoring the fact that he pushed Sharon off while reluctantly adjusting himself so Sam's head wouldn't slip, shaking his head when Sam grumbled, trying to snuggle into Bucky more.

"Bet you wish that was y/n, huh" Tony wiggled his eyebrows and much to Sharon's distain, Bucky blushed. Not did he deny it.

It didn't matter though. She'd find a way to get Bucky's attention, it wasn't like you were real competition anyways. She figured you'd have the sense to like someone better suited for you, someone in your league, definitely not the very handsome Sergeant.

That was until she found out you had a crush on the super soldier yourself. You'd let it slip out during a conversation with Nat, not realizing there was someone near the lab. Sharon didn't think you actually had a chance with Bucky but it didn't matter.

At this point she didn't care about what it took.

She was sick of the way Bucky was soft over you.

So she took a more direct approach.

"Y'know, I heard someone has a little crush on a certain super soldier" Sharon smirked, wandering to your table, tinkering with one of your tools while you looked at her like a deer caught in head lights.

How did she know?!"

"I-I don't-

"Oh please y/n, everyone knows" the blonde rolled her eyes at your gaping mouth before continuing, "I just thought I should let you know that he's not interested"

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach, the hurt expression on your face made her satisfied,.

"Oh" Was all you mustered out, embarrassed beyond belief while she shrugged. You blinked back tears while Sharon squeezed your shoulder out of faux concern, handing you a tissue.

"I'm so sorry, honestly I just thought you should know because he likes me. And I like him. So it would be best for you to move on, because were seeing each other" It didn't matter if it was a lie because she intended on making it real soon enough.

From that day, you avoided everyone in the compound like the plague, throwing yourself into work, feeling ridiculous for having even thought of Bucky that way. Of course he'd never go for someone like you, you should've known that from the start.

Sharon's plan was short lived after she overheard Bucky worriedly asking Tony about where you'd been all week since he hadn't seen you. After some endless teasing, Tony reassured him you were fine and just busy with lab work, not knowing the true reason as to why you'd overloaded yourself.

Sharon despised the pink that decorated Bucky's cheeks whenever someone said your name.

She hated that she'd seen him walking by the lab hallway in search of you.

She'd do anything to end all of this.

Including hurt you.

You made your way down to the gym hoping to sweat some of your unrequited feelings away, putting on your headphones before hopping on the treadmill. Sharon walked in moments later, blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her toned body on full display in nothing but a sports bra and some tiny shorts.

You felt even worse.

You tried to stay hidden, deciding 15 minutes would be enough, though your escape was cut short with Sharon caught your arm just as you were about to leave.

"How about we spar for a bit" She smiled sweetly, giggling at your confused expression. You'd never sparred in your life, in fact this was probably the third time you'd even used the gym the entire time you'd lived at the compound.

"Sharon, I-I don't think that's a good idea, I've never-

She cut you off, dragging you to the mat, practically shoving you to the middle with more force than necessary.

"It's fine! I mean, it's good for you to learn since you work here n'all C'mon, I'll help you and show you what to do" Before you could say anything, Sharon had flipped you onto the mat, twisting your arm behind your back without warning. You gasped in pain as she gripped harder, pulling further up your back until she heard your joints crack.

"Let-let go" You winced out, confused over what part of sparring this was, your body hitting the floor when she released her grip.

"Ops" Sharon pouted with faux innocence, taking a long sip from her water while you hissed in pain, seeing the formation of a bruise already forming on your arm.

"SHARON"

Sharon squeaked in surprised at the loud voice that boomed through the gym, bouncing off the walls. Her eyes shot up to see a very angry super solder making his way over to the mat, eyes darkening as they landed to your injured form on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Bucky, we were just-

"Don't" Bucky growled through gritted teeth, rushing over to your side, and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Angel, are you okay?" He cupped your cheek, helping you to your feet and taking your hand in his, examining it with the utmost care. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"M'all right" You nodded, your face heating up under his gaze, still a little shaken, your body trembling.

"How the fuck could you hurt her" Bucky spat, his metal hand clenched to his side, itching to punch Sharon in the jaw, having seen what she had just done but he didn't want to deal with the mess that would come afterwards. "The hell did you do that for"

"Excuse me? I was just showing her how to-"

Bucky's jaw clenched, instantly shutting her up. He refused to let go of you, keeping you firmly tucked into his side, growing unbelievably protective over you.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm sure she's different from all your other little side pieces" Sharon scoffed, smirking at the way your face fell. Bucky felt like he'd been hit in the chest; you were far more than any of his hook ups and he'd never considered treating you that way.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her" He glared her at before walking off with you. After the incident, Bucky insisted you go to the doctors to get checked over, waiting outside of the room like a kicked puppy. He couldn't help but feel guilty that all this had happened because of him. He also wondered that you thought.

Did you think he'd just use you for one night?

He would never.

He knew he wasn't into dating. He gave up on the dream of getting married, having kids, all that years ago. But that was before he met you. Ever since you'd thrown him a shy smile along with the softest hello Sergeant Barnes, Bucky had been a goner.

If his feelings were was bad before, it was even worse now.

You were told to ice your arm for the pain and swelling. Bucky had swept you away right to the kitchen, despite you telling him you'd be fine, plopping you onto the kitchen island wrapping an ice pack in a towel. He held it to your arm, frowning at the way you refused to look at him, your face downcast to the floor.

"Doll?" Bucky wrapped his arms around you for a comforting hug, wondering if the altercating with Sharon was still upsetting you, "Are you okay sweets? I missed you, haven't seen you in ages"

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry" You pulled away from his arms, remembering Sharon's words from earlier, instantly missing the warmth of his body. "I know you don't feel the same way Bucky" You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

Bucky blinked in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about. What did he not feel the same way over.

"What do you mean y/n"

"I mean I like you-but I know you don't like me that way so I kept myself busy so I wouldn't bother you because Sharon said-

"Wait, slow down, what did Sharon say"

You sighed before recounting all the things that had lead to this moment, Sharon insulting you, then telling you to back off, to straight up fighting you.

"Oh doll" Bucky shook his head, feeling worse over what had happened but over the moon over your confessed feelings, "She's right you know," He teased at the pout that made it's way to your lips before playfully pecking them, catching you by surprise.

"I don't do relationships. Certainly never had before. That was before I met the sweetest thing in the world and she's had my heart since" Bucky whispered, his hands, one warm, one cool cupping your cheeks, "She has me dreamin' of sayin' I do and that white picket fence, a ring on her finger, a pretty little baby bump with flowers on the window sill. Maybe a baby boy n' a baby girl. Maybe even a cat. She's the cutest little lab assistance and I'd love for her to be my girl, sweets"

Bucky held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing over your warm cheeks while you grew bashfully shy, burying your face into his chest instead, making him chuckle.

"I didn't think you were the relationship type" You shrugged, toying with his dog tags, "I'm not you're darlin' Bucky"

"That's cause you're my doll" Bucky tilted your face up making you look up at him, his lips pressing the softest kiss to your nose and then your lips. "My one and only doll"

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saturnicos · 2 months

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Giving a bracelet to them

With: Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Lucifer

ps:: reader's gender is not mentioned

. Charlie

She absolutely adores! Extra points if it have some decoration with rainbow.

She'll use all the time, only take off when goes to bed and when goes to take a bath — she is worried if she ends up breaking or losing the pieces, so try to be as careful as possible.

As she organizes and takes care of hotel paperwork she tends to feel stressed, and unconsciously looks at the bracelet, a smile forming and her spirits slightly picking up again. She's really happy with the gift.

"Wait, this's for me? Really? It's so pretty, thank you so very much!"

—

. Alastor

He... Definitely have it.

Like, don't get me wrong, he just not knows how really feel about it since he has never received a gift before from anyone, except from his mother.

Deep inside, he actually likes it! The color scheme matching with his clothes, and it isn't so much decorated and colorful; or how he would like to say, simple things are more pretty.

Alastor isn't using the bracelet frequently, most because he not like that type of accessories so much. He'll probably use when is far from you, like a way to remember of you and stuff (this man don't use phone not even if the world frozen), but in the most of the time the bracelet probably will be in the pocket of his coat.

"What do you have there, my dear? Oh, a bracelet, that's very interesting."

—

. Adam

He... Definitely have it/2.

But it's the opposite.

He's a bitch that will probably mock about it, but will quickly change when you feel upset and try to leave him alone, saying something like "Just joking, Sugartits/Hunk, I actually liked that, give me".

He'll use ALL the time, except when he's going to the extermination.

He will 100% brag about the bracelet to anyone when he gets the chance, saying how you spent your time making gifts for him (he's a complete idiot that loved this thing, but will never admit bc high ego lol).

Lute can't stand him talking about this damn accessory anymore, please, she begs you not to give him anything else.

TOTALLY extra points if it has a guitar pendant.

"Of course you make it for me, after all, you are madly in love with me"

—

. Angel Dust

Now, I think it's important to point out that Angel would act a lot more like Anthony with his S/O.

Using this as a base, he'll be SO happy receiving a gift from you. Obviously, he'll make some dirty joke about it, but deep down he wonders why he received it if it's not a specific date.

This poor boy is emotionally broken, little acts like this make him feel so moved and loved ☹️

Every time that him have a breakdown and isolates himself, Fat Nuggets comfort him, laying next to him and gently plays with the bracelet (or if he isn't using, Fat Nuggets will pick it up and take it to him, as if knowing it is an object of comfort).

"A gift? For me? You're so kind, baby~."

—

. Lucifer

Listen to me: this man would probably feel so much like crying — with joy — and nothing convinces me otherwise.

He'd passed the lasts seven years alone, without any love or compassion, having you in his life it's a great gift for him. Now, receive a gift from someone that he considers his greatest gift? God-

He would also be one of the will use all the time. Seriously, this guy probably don't take it off in any occasion, it's a regular reminder that there is someone else besides Charlie who loves him.

He's so grateful to have you.

Later, he'll make matching necklaces with duck pendants for you, he thinks that's a lovely way to say thanks :)

"What is this, sweetie? Oh... I'll use, that's so beautiful, thank you a lot."

Thank you for read !! I'm so sorry if this is ooc, but I hope it was pleasant anyway :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer Morningstar x reader #charlie x reader #adam x reader

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snoopypupp · 20 days

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BULLY ― LEE HEESEUNG

pairing. bully!heeseung x fem!reader. warnings.smut (mdni!), unprotected sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, fingering, penetration, slight dacryphilia, slight size kink, virgin kink, slight non-con, overstimulation, slut shaming, pet names, yandere behavior.

sypnosis. will heeseung let you slip away after witnessing you with another guy?

comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated.

you walked down the hall to get to your lecture hall rather rapidly in denial that you overslept and was now practically late for your lecture. a sharp gasp escaped from your lips when you felt a pair of hands yanking you into the janitors closet by your waist. the door slammed shut and you heard the lock click. you flailed your arms around trying to get away from the person's grip. "in a rush, i see" the person snarled in a low voice. you shuddered recognizing the person as the one and only, lee heeseung.

heeseung had bullied you since you've transferred to this college for the sole reason of you bumping into him on a moody day. he made you isolated from people and always picked on you. cornering you, slapping, ripping up your homeworks and slut shaming were the most common things he did. but you had never had an encounter with him in a tiny, dark space and it made fear flow in your veins.

"having fun with junseok? what a slut, clinging onto him" he growled. "i-it was for a p-project" you squeaked as you felt his grip tighten. "did you forget who you belonged to?" he taunted and groped your breast roughly drawing out a whimper from you. his hands trialed over your legs, pulling you closer against him. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hard-on pressed against the back of your thigh.

"see the things you do to me baby?" he groaned as he started humping your thigh. "the fact that you've never even had your first kiss turns me on even more" he moaned. he dragged his hand under your skirt and drew circles on your skin and you hated to admit that arousal pooled in your underwear. your body jerked by itself when his hand came to rest on your heat, snapping your legs shut. "such a dirty slut, so wet for me" he chuckled as he spread your legs and pulled your panties aside. a harsh gasp was released from you as two digits entered your hole roughly.

pain echoed in your pussy as he scissored you, stretching you out thoroughly at a fast pace. "heeseung" you whimpered grabbing his bicep for support as he inserted a third finger and curled them. "come on baby, i know you can take that. if you can't even take my fingers, how do you expect to take my cock huh?" he questioned playfully, still working his fingers in your hole.

you felt a knot forming in your lower abdomen that just keeps building up and was about to snap. with a few more thrusts of his fingers, you came undone on his hand as your body shook. you heard the clinking of his belt as he took it off joined by his jeans and boxers. before you could react, he slipped off your panties and aligned his cock head to your entrance and gave a hard thrust. no matter how much prep he gave you, he was too big for you. you felt so full and torn as tears brimmed your eyes from the sensation. plus you were still sensitive from the orgasm earlier.

"relax baby, you're squeezing me too much" he moaned as he thumb rubbed your clit. his rough, rapid thrusts soon rubbed out the pain and replaced it with pleasure which got you whining and moaning. the small closet was filled with sounds of heavy breathing and moans.

he felt you shake again as you gave out your orgasm but he was still fucking you, chasing his release. overstimulation took over you as you tried to get away from him. "i'm not done with you yet slut" he breathed out and after a few more ruts, he pulled out, which he totally didn't want to and finished on your thigh.

he turned you around as he grabbed your face and pressed his lips onto yours and felt your tired body collapse on top of his. "think of the consequences before you act like a whore around men next time" was the thing he said when he pulled away.

man would have the biggest smirk plastered on his face when he witness you limping the next day all because of him.

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