Hello everyone, while it’s been over a year since I’ve been active on tumblr - i just wanted to say I’m sorry for my lack of updates on my sequel to Dark Empire (18+ Eren Jaeger x reader fanfic)
From major surgery less than two months ago, to personal issues in my life, a part of me wanted to delete everything as a whole and go MIA. I am not savvy with social media, i find myself very overstimulated a good majority of the time.
I used to go by novoamorbby, but recently had to change my name after stalking and harassment charges with people in my ((irl)) personal life. Dark Empire is slowly creeping up to 300k reads and I am SO grateful for it. Honestly a part of me has wanted to take it down and rewrite some of it because I know it could be 100x better now that I know what I’m doing.
Anyway, long story short…my life has been extremely chaotic, and my mental health is not doing great. I have had zero motivation to write/read/play video games. I find myself exhausted and sleeping a lot lately. I am sorry for disappointing many of you and making you wait months on end - i just truly have been up and down and not doing well. I hope you can understand.
I wrote a Light Yagami one shot, here is the content warning for it. It’s 18+ obviously, but if I posted this on tik tok I would forsure get banned 😍 let me know if you like it
thinkin about you getting into a petty, little argument over text with eren. you sending him slick remarks like, “fuck u,” “i don’t care,” and “whatever. stop texting me. i’m over it. don’t bother calling either.” last thing you expect while huffing and debating over blocking his contact is a knock on your door with him behind it. face void of emotion, eyes low, and hand holding up his phone between two limp fingers as he wags it and says, “don’t bother calling either. you’ve got balls, i’ll give you that.” you roll your eyes and tell him to leave and that you were serious but then he’s backing you up into your own house by your throat, slamming the door behind himself. and ten minutes later when you’re laid out on the floor, legs up by your ears while whimpering his name and stuffed full of his cock, well . . . maybe a little part of you hoped that this would happen.