#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // body
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nghtmarish ยท 1 year ago
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@dcviline ; needy : this is between you & me. memes from the old blog.
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ย  ย  ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ย ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ย ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ย ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ย ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ย ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ ย ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ย ๐จ๐Ÿ ย ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ย ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ?ย  ย sheย  would'veย  justย  madeย  itย  soย  thatย  itย  couldย  beย  theย  twoย  ofย  them,ย  theyย  wereย  allย  eachย  otherย  needed.ย  ย it'sย  likeย  needyย  alwaysย  saysย  ย -ย  ย  ๐ฌ๐š๐ง๐๐›๐จ๐ฑ ย ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ย ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ย ๐๐ข๐ž๐ฌ.ย  ย andย  yetย  hereย  sheย  wasย  tryingย  toย  stopย  herย  fromย  makingย  herselfย  strongย  againย  andย  gettingย  ridย  ofย  theย  oneย  person๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ whoย  wasย  inย  theirย  way,ย  chip.ย  ย whyย  couldn'tย  needyย  justย  stepย  aside,ย  letย  herย  doย  whatย  sheย  needsย  toย  doย  andย  theyย  couldย  justย  goย  onย  likeย  nothingย  wasย  different?ย  ย sheย  didn'tย  wantย  toย  haveย  toย  hurtย  needy,ย  butย  sheย  wouldย  ifย  itย  wasย  toย  ย  ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญย  ย herself.ย  ย jenniferย  narrowedย  herย  eyesย  atย  her,ย  teethย  baringย  asย  sheย  lookedย  atย  her,ย  ย "ย  ย fine.ย  ย justย  letย  meย  finishย  whatย  iย  needย  toย  doย  andย  thenย  i'llย  dealย  withย  youย  ย .ย  ย .ย  ย .ย  ย youย  reallyย  haveย  toย  ruinย  everything,ย  don'tย  you?!ย  ย  "
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cin3mas ยท 2 years ago
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ic tags part i.
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daygeneral ยท 2 years ago
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tag drop
#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // mini#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // self promo#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // promo#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // queue#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // graphics#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // starter call#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // dynamics call#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // mains call#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // prompts#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // wishlist#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // psa#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // pinned post#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // saved#โญ’ : โธบ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // dash games#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // dialogue#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // character study#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // headcanon#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // appearance#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // body#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // aesthetic#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // mannerisms#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // introspection#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // desires#โญ’ : โธบ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ย // wardrobe
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kaisntbreathing ยท 9 months ago
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๐€๐ƒ๐€๐Œ ๐— ๐€๐‘๐‚๐‡๐€๐๐†๐„๐‹ ๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ๐„๐‘ PT 2
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As requested part 2,
๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐๐„ | ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐“๐–๐Ž
๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ขn๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž.
๐“๐–:
๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก, ๐๐ž๐ง๐ข๐š๐ฅ
๐€/๐ง:
๐ˆ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ I ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐›๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ .
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โ€ขโ˜ฝโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โœงห–ยฐห–โ˜†ห–ยฐห–โœงโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ˜พโ€ข
And it all taken a turn for a worse you would only left him alone for moments taking your eyes off him for a moment to be able to focus on your enemy and that seemed to be enough time for the worst that happen.
As you heard a pain to yell from behind you and as soon as you spun around in the air everything seemed to slow down as you saw your husband fall to the ground as his golden blood splattered all over the brimstone below him as you cried out flying to his side as you held him in your arms as he bled out your eyes began to water.
"ADAM!"
As you held your dying lover in your arms he looked up at you weakly as his golden eyes looked up into your own eyes his eyes only held love as his light began to fade rapidly as he smiled a genuine smile not his usual smirk.
"I-I'm sorry Y/n....I love you."
"Don't say that shit Adam...You...You're going to be ok!"
You cried out as you held him in your arms desperately trying to heal him but your magic seemed to be depleted as you couldn't heal him properly as you shook and trembled with him in your arms as your salty hot tears soaked your face.
As he reached up weakly to wipe your way your tears he smiled as the blood seeped into your clothes and onto your hands.
"Please don't leave me...I still need you!"
"Maybe in another life....I love you and I always will ....Take care of Lute for me."
With that those were his final words to you as his body went limp in your arms as his eyes slowly fluttered shut as his chest deflated for the last time as you screamed out in agony and despair as you clutched onto his body.
"ADAM?! ADAM PLEASE THiS ISN'T FUNNY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
You heard the sound of wings distantly beside you you didn't care enough to look up as tears aggressively fell from your eyes as they soaked his face and your own as you held on to him as his body slowly started to disintegrate.
"NO PLEASE!"
He started to disappear as golden dust was all that was left of his body as he faded into nothingness as all that was left to him was his halo and the ring that was on his ring finger as you took his halo and his wedding ring that matched yours you looked up in despair.
Lucifer looked at you with the look of both anger yet sympathy as he didn't need to say anything verbally you knew what he was trying to tell you as you gripped onto the halo you looked at him one last time pure rage filled your body as you promise to take down the ones that took the one thing that mattered most to you away.
"All Exorcist fall back"
As you took off into the sky you looked back one more time as tears fell from your cheeks as all the angels that were left alive took off following you back to Heaven as you crossed back over into the pearly portal as you all made it back to Heaven you looked up at Lute as she ran to you crying.
"It's ok Lute...I-Its....."
Your voice trailed off as it cracked as you tried to speak as your tears prevented you from doing so instead you gripped onto Lute's uniform tightly as you held the poor girl as she shook she was going through just as much as you were Adam was her best friend.
After that day you and Lute became really close neither of you were seeing without one another as you'd often spend the night with her refusing to be alone.
After Adam died you both changed becoming more cold and distant than you ever were before and the other archangels notice this in you Emily and Sera we're very sympathetic towards you understanding that you were going through a lot losing your husband.
"Y/n...You're our friend...Tell us if you need anything ok?"
You appreciated everybody's sympathy but also wish they wouldn't treat you like you were made of glass.
One year later
It was extermination time again and it was at part of the year where you were reminded of it what was taken from you as you flew down to Hell you began your extermination killing demons left and right until you saw demon in the corner of your eye that was watching you not afraid of you but watching.
You looked at the demon as the demon looked oddly familiar but you couldn't place it as you got closer it then dawned on you who it really looked like.
"...Adam?"
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aestheticpearl ยท 1 year ago
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โ€” ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ
[๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ] dewdrop ghoul x ghost!reader
[๐ง๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฐ, ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ž๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ]
a/n: dewdropโ€™s dick glows, that is your warning ;)
dewdrop knew his room was haunted, the constant tapping on the stained glass window late at night always reminded him.
โ€œmust you tap so loud?โ€ he asks out loud while covering his ears with his pillow. โ€œa certain fire ghoul is trying to sleep!โ€
the tapping stops and dewdrop feels a cold presence next to him on the bed.
โ€œwhat now?โ€
silence.
โ€œi canโ€™t help you if you donโ€™t use your words, you know that.โ€
โ€œcan i see some of your fire again?โ€ you ask quietly.
dewdrop groans before sitting up and look at your almost transparent face with a soft glare. you donโ€™t react to his glare only staring in anticipation for the fire he produces.
โ€œyouโ€™re so annoying.โ€
dewdrop holds out his hand to you as you watch an orange glow start to flow through his veins. you attempt to hold it and bring it closer but your hands disappear has you try to get near the faint glow he has on his hand.
you huff in defeat but continue watching his hand.
โ€œiโ€™m not sure why you like it so much. the light makes your form dissipate, you canโ€™t be near it or in it.โ€
โ€œis it warm?โ€ your eyes are still locked on his hand.
he notices how you donโ€™t respond to his previous statement but he decides not to press it.
โ€œitโ€™s hot and it burns humans, but iโ€™m use to it.โ€
โ€œdoes it hurt to use your powers?โ€
โ€œnot anymore.โ€
โ€œi miss the light, i miss how it felt against my skin it was all warm.โ€
thereโ€™s a silence between the two of you.
โ€œdewdropโ€ฆโ€ your hand moves over his glowing one to try to move it away, he understands and the warm glow fades out as he moves his hand to his side.
โ€œcan i touch you now?โ€ you move closer.
โ€œyes.โ€
the light may make you unable to be seen or touched, but in the dark itโ€™s like youโ€™re a solid being again and in the darkness your lips crash into his as youโ€™re finally able to feel him against your cold skin.
dewdropโ€™s warm hand cups your cold cheek as you push him to lay on the bed so you can crawl on top of him and you slip your tongue into his mouth. dewdropโ€™s free hand finds a spot on the small of your back and for a brief moment you can feel warmth spread throughout your body.
โ€œif you werenโ€™t deadโ€”โ€
โ€œi know.โ€ you pull away from his lips, a trail of saliva briefly connecting you two before snapping.
light from the sunrise starts to spill through the stain glass window, creating a beautiful rainbow effect that shines on the floor. the light begins to creep towards the bed the two of you sit on and you know youโ€™ll be gone until nightfall again.
โ€œthank you dew, till tonight.โ€ you lean in and place one more kiss before the light shines on you, forcing you to disappear.
dewdrop sits alone in his room.
the next night dewdrop wastes no time the moment you tap on the glass. he practically shoots up and scans the room for your figure.
โ€œsomeone missed me.โ€ you giggle appearing at the foot of his bed.
dewdrop moves and pulls you onto the bed and hovers over you.
โ€œof course i did.โ€ he says before kissing you passionately.
a part of you is caught off guard but you quickly act on the situation and wrap your arms around his neck to deep the kiss.
dewdropโ€™s hands find their place on your waist as he starts kissing your jaw, then your neck and down your chest.
โ€œiโ€™ll never let the light touch you again, you are mine. itโ€™s not allowed to take you from me.โ€
his touches burn your freezing skin and the temperature difference shoots pleasure between your legs.
โ€œdewโ€ฆโ€
his hand travels to the space between your legs and you canโ€™t help but let out some lewd sounds at the feeling of his warm hand touching you.
โ€œi will be your light, i will touch you and give you the warmth you crave.โ€
his fangs ghost over your skin as his fingers slip into your entrance hitting a sweet spot that makes your legs go numb almost immediately.
โ€œfuck dew.โ€ you moan out tangling your hand in his hair.
โ€œi am going to fill you, turn over.โ€ you quickly obey his instructions and turn over.
dewdrop grabs you by your thighs and pulls you so youโ€™re flush to his crotch and you can feel how hard he is. he makes quick work of his pants and he gives himself a few pumps to spread the precum leaking out all around his cock before you pushes into you with ease.
โ€œfucckkkk thatโ€™s it, relax baby.โ€
his hand trails from your ass down your back and up to the back of your neck.
โ€œiโ€™m going to start moving.โ€ you whimper in response and nod, giving him the go ahead.
with each thrust more warmth spreads through your body and your moans start sounding borderline pornographic.
โ€œi wonderโ€ฆโ€ dewdrop whispers to himself while shoving your head into his pillow.
dewdrop watches his cock continue to disappear into you and canโ€™t help but think if he uses his powers and produces a very soft glow in his veins youโ€™ll go semi transparent and heโ€™ll be able to see himself inside you.
his thoughts are clouded by arousal and feeling you squeeze him so tight is going to send him over the edge.
โ€œfuck it.โ€ dewdrop mutters before using his powers to see himself inside you. โ€œshit thatโ€™s hot, fuck iโ€™m going to cum.โ€
โ€œme too, cum with me dew.โ€
his eyes are glued on that soft light that moves in you and he feels himself cum undone inside you as you cum around him.
after cleaning you up drewdrop holds you close for the rest of the night and after almost an hour in his arms you realize that the fire ghoul had bought black out curtains and taped them together so the light wouldnโ€™t come through.
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1-cardheart-1 ยท 2 years ago
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โ€”โ€œYouโ€™re Older brotherโ€™s hotโ€
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{๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐‰๐‰๐Š ๐Œ๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ/๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ: ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ, ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ, ๐๐š๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š} ๐‚๐–: ๐’๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฐ, ๐Œ๐ฑ๐Œ, ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐› ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ (๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐)
Gojo
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(๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ๐›๐š๐ซ๐š ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ)
โ€ขThe first time you went to visit your younger sisterโ€™s school is when Gojo meets you and his jaw dropped seeing you for the first time. โ€ขโ€œIs that your brother!?!!?โ€ โ€œWhatโ€™s his name!?โ€ โ€ขAfter you first met Gojo, he would bother Nobra and ask her about you every single day till she got annoyed with his harassment and gave him your phone number so he would stop bothering her (she says she isnโ€™t sorry). โ€ขThe night when he went home with your phone number he giggled and kicked his feet on his bed happily like a teenage girl and immediately went to text you that night to see if youโ€™d like to hang out
โ€ขFlirts with you any chance he gets even if itโ€™s in front of your own sister
โ€ขIf he knew you were coming to visit the school campus he would wear his most expensive causal clothing and the best cologne he owns to show himself off to you
โ€ขGojo would start making his students do a first-year bonding and โ€œSurprisinglyโ€ bump into you on the way to the location and bring you along to the student bonding
โ€ขWhenever you have to leave Gojo would insist on shaking your hand for a bit so he could masturbate with the hand you touched later Geto
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(๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ค๐จ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ)
โ€ข You went to go to your sister's school since she forgot her lunch that you packed for her but got lost on the school campus and thatโ€™s when Geto found a handsome man wondering around his school and decided to help you get to her
โ€ข When you two were still in Highschool he was crazy over you (still is) He would drag you around places and refuse to let you go anywhere without him cause itโ€™s too dangerous with all the curses out there
โ€ขHe would tell Shoko about how hot you are while Gojo laughed in the background from her scrunched-up face
โ€ขGojo would tease Geto about him having a crush on you then would go up to you and ask you who you have a crush on or whatโ€™s your type to see if Geto even has a chance with you
โ€ขOne time Geto was bragging about how well he did at โ€œworkโ€ that day and you patted his head and told him โ€œGood boyโ€with a handsome smile. He went home with a beet-red face and a raging boner against his pants
โ€ขLoves it when you hug him
โ€ขHe took you to the beach with him so he could have photos of you to jerk off to when he gets back home
Nanami
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(๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ-๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ค๐š ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ)
โ€ขHe knew you as the quite handsome worker from his favorite bakery shop and is always satisfied when you serve him at the bakery
โ€ขHe started seeing you out of your job a lot since you were megumi's brother you happen to wonder around where curses are, he gets worried how often it happens. He made it his mission to make sure you didnโ€™t end up injured or hurt
โ€ขHe always comes over to your job when you are about to go on break so he could invite you to a cup of coffee and talk to you about your day
โ€ขHis ears go red whenever you great him excitedly with your cute smile, oh how he wishes your pretty lips would press against his body, the thought has shivers go up his spine
โ€ขOffers to walk you anywhere and everywhere, Are you going to your car? Heโ€™ll walk you to your car like a gentleman. Youโ€™re going home but couldnโ€™t drive you car there so you had to walk to work? Donโ€™t worry! Heโ€™ll Drive you home and make sure you enter your house safely
โ€ขRefuse to refer to you as anything other than his friend out of embarrassment, No one can know our dear Nanami has a crush on someone
โ€ขHe handed you his coat one time and when you returned it, it had you're sent all over it which made him feel all flustered, and then one thing led to another
Sukuna
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(๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ)
โ€ข While itadori was walking around campus he saw you and Inumaki in the battle ground training together, you were there helping your little brother train he curse technique, And thatโ€™s how you slightly caught Sukuna's eye
โ€ขHe harassed Itadori to switch bodies so he could go look at you which he refused Sukuna wasnโ€™t very happy about that but they both agreed that Itadori would just ask about you and Sukuna would watch
โ€ขIt turned out you were also a sorcerer who graduated a while ago and had your clan's speech technique like your brother's but kinda different, yours worked more like a siren call which allowed you to talk normally
โ€ข He would randomly pop his eye and his mouth out of Itadoris cheek to look at you or ask Itadori questions about you
โ€ขIt was pretty obvious he liked you a lot more than others, Itadori would roll his eyes and eventually ask for your number and allowed Sukuna โ€œTextโ€ you when he pleads (Which was like every day) by texting it was more like Sukuna talking and Itadori typing it in to send to you
โ€ขAt some point Sukuna attempted to summon you into his domain which finally worked and totally freaked you out the first time it happened, but after a while youโ€™d get use to it and how he is always touching you in some sort of way. It amazes him that a human could send him into such lustful desires
โ€ขHe definitely switched bodies with Itadori one night and stuck off of campus to see where you lived, he took a pair of your boxers with him back on campus for later uses, and he made sure to hide it where Itadori wouldnโ€™t find it so he wouldnโ€™t know about it
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leeknow-thoughts ยท 5 months ago
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๐‘๐” ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ :
(๐ฆ) - ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž [๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ข]
(๐Ÿ) - ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
(๐š) - ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ
(๐ฌ) - ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ
๐‘๐” ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  : ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ข๐จ. ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ
๐‘๐” ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ž ! : ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ! ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ก๐ž !
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เญจเญง LEE KNOW
แ„แƒ happy anniversary ! (f)
เณจเฑฟtooth rotting fluff, petnames
แ„แƒ pretty when you cry (s) (a) (f)
เณจเฑฟ sub!Minho, Dom!f!reader, sex with feelings, p in v, mommy kink
แ„แƒ oral fixation with Minho (s) (m)
เณจเฑฟ oral fixation duhhhh, mommy!minho, lactation kink.... hear me out chat, written in bullet point format, MD/LG, DOMESTIC MD/LG lifestyle
แ„แƒ two different minhos (m) (s)
เณจเฑฟ smut (mdni), soft!Dom lee know(referred to as mommy), mean!Dom lee know (referred to as Minho), praise, mommy kink (what can I say I'm me), pet play themes, petnames, body worship, thigh riding, FREE USE, SOMNO, shower sex, mentions of poly!skz, fingering, oral, creampies, p in v, bullet point format, oral fixation, subspace, kinda somno, lmk if I missed anything!!!
แ„แƒ minho's hands and how he uses them [headcanons] (m) (s)
เณจเฑฟ oral fixation, oral sex, clit play, face slapping, spanking, size training, throat training, hair pulling, edging, squirting, pet play, mommy kink (I'm me), fingering, p in v, mentions of poly!skz, pee (at the end under the second lace banner)
แ„แƒ 2Man (m) (s) [MINCHAN]
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แ„แƒ kiss it better (f) (a)
เณจเฑฟ tsundre!lee know, a guy being a creep, kissing, fluff, kinda angst, Han is the reader's older cousin, fem!reader, some petnames, overall soft
แ„แƒ endearing (s) (f) (m)
เณจเฑฟ they're in love your honor!! porn with so many feelings and a plot, p in v, foreplay, oral (reader rec.), petnames, angst if you squint, so much fluff, no clear dynamics but Minho is on top, realistic smut (a rarity on my page), slightly jealous!Minho if you squint, reader is Han's younger cousin and is one of the skz managers!! (read part 1 if you want more context!!!), drinking (nothing crazy but still felt like I should give a warning for it just in case), so many kisses,
แ„แƒ drag me down to hell / you'll hold my hand (f)
เณจเฑฟ silly!mimo, fluff!, one joke about sewerslide, slice of life
แ„แƒ 2Min x head
เณจเฑฟ bullet point format!, oral!, oral fixation, mentions of p in v
แ„แƒ Thinking about Dilf!Lee Know (s) (m)
เณจเฑฟ age gap!! mentions of p in v
แ„แƒ Make you feel my love (s) (m)
เณจเฑฟ soft!Dom Minho (referred to as mommy), mean!Dom Minho (referred to as Minho), spanking, clit play, porn no plot, one face slap, pussy slapping, degrading, uhhh guys I think that's it??
แ„แƒ Young and Innocent (s) (m)
เณจเฑฟ virgin reader, daddy!minho, p in v, mentions of oral, shower sex, overall pretty vanilla!
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merlieve ยท 11 months ago
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Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbertโ€™s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you
iโ€™m only me when iโ€™m with you :: g.b
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๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž/๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ-๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž.
๐‡๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ/๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ | ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ /๐ฌ: ๐•๐ž๐ซ๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐€๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐…๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ
๐ˆ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐๐ข๐ญ!
๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
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[ Note: you know how iโ€™m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now iโ€™m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if itโ€™s shorter than usual itโ€™s literally 4am ]
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The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. Thatโ€™s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;
โ€œHow have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?โ€ Screeched [Fatherโ€™s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. โ€œYouโ€™ve shattered our family name!โ€
Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.
[Motherโ€™s Name] quickly shut down her husbandโ€™s behaviour, โ€œWe donโ€™t have the time for this [Fatherโ€™s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -โ€ โ€œWho cares?! Our daughterโ€™s an idiot!โ€ Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. โ€œTimes like these, I ask myself if sheโ€™s even mineโ€ฆโ€ Whispered [Fatherโ€™s Name], tearing [Name]โ€™s worksheet until it was shredded.
As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.
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While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didnโ€™t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blytheโ€™s home?
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Knock, Knock. Knock.
The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadnโ€™t expected any visitors to come, โ€˜then again, it could be the wind,โ€™ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; โ€œGilbert? Is anybody home?โ€ He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.
Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]โ€™s shaky body, โ€œG-Gilbertโ€ฆโ€ sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. โ€œDonโ€™t let go, pleaseโ€ฆ Iโ€™m scared, I donโ€™t know what to do, I have nowhere to goโ€ฆโ€ Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her belovedโ€™s scent.
Taken aback, Gilbert hadnโ€™t expected [Name]โ€™s sudden vulnerability, but he didnโ€™t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbertโ€™s heart was filled with compassion, โ€œI will never let go. Iโ€™ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,โ€ Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.
Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.
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๐€:๐ง- ๐ฌ๐—ผ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐—ผ๐—บ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐—บ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐—ผ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐—ผ ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ก๐—ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ง๐—ผ๐ญ! ๐‡๐—ผ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐—ผ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ/๐ง๐—ผ๐ญ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ.
๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ณ๐š๐ข (๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐—ผ๐ง๐ข๐œ) ๐ฑ ๐ž๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ.
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You were the elder sister of Osamu Dazai more (not really) you were more likely with him since he was young as you were 2-3 years older then him. You took care of him well.. More likely you work as pretty far even outside Japan, which lead to traveling too when need and let two people as caretaker look after him.
He knows he have a sister, he knows how you look like through the portrait of yours in the hallway of the small house.
After all the presents he get every birthday make it obvious. But his mind of joy was short lived as he never saw you.. Truly, He never saw you giving them the gift or even visit him.
The two caretaker mock him into implying that he is just a burden to you or sort.
The words hurts him more and more as he turn 14 as he finally attempted to kill himself.
As often it was you got the news making you to rush back to Japan.
Unfortunately, You were late.. He was taken by a doctor as the caretakers unfortunately found dead alarming you.
Your mind in frenzy and pain as you even lose your younger brother. Oh how you should have look after him yourself.
Yes you work at early of age more likely, due to your ability, been helpful though it was slightly illegal work but not murdering or sort.
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Time went by in two years, as your search came to an end as you work in Japan on those due to time force to resign that work that make you stay outside of Japan traveling and more likely you earn a lot through there. Which also one of the reason why you are able to live in Yokohama for now.
"Oi Dazai! Get your lazy butt to move!" Shouted a voice as your body move to where the voice was to see a certain ginger hair boy with a brunette you are familiar of or so you think.
"Ma~ Chuuya There is no-" he paused as his brown eye flickered onto yours that seems to be staring at him.
It widens a bit as he approach you, as Chuuya the ginger hair boy look confused as he followed suit.
"My what a lovely lady, what brings you here? Am I too handsome for you not able to lay eyes off from me?" Asked Dazai as You shook your head.
"I apologize for staring it is just you.. Look familiar"
"Oh? Perhaps so.. May I know your name, Miss?"
You were abit hesitant as you took notice of their clothing well.. Specifically The brunette clothing as The ginger hair male look casual.
"Don't hesistate, Well let us first introduced first.. I'm Osamu Dazai" said the brunette as your eyes widen a bit making him slightly confused by your reaction as he narrowed his eyes when Chuuya introduced himself to you.
His eyes are deceiving him.. Right? You look exactly like.. No.. Why would his adopted sister be here either way.. Right?
"I'm.. Y/n l/n"
Dazai couldn't help but smirk and glance at Chuuya signaling him to leave leading Chuuya be reluctant yet, does so.
"So.. Y/n L/n.. More likely... Oneesan" said Dazai as his eyes darken at you.
Your eyes widen at the mention word.
"So.. Your-"
"Indeed.. (Chuckles) the one and only.. I didn't thought.. You will finally come back to Japan after.. All this years of.. Isolating me" the last line of his word make your spine chill as your mouth was dry, unable to speak out.
"I.."
"Your job was tough.. I know but you never visit me.. Like I never exist.." He walk in circle around your form as he stop and took a strand of your hair.
"You know.. It hurt me.. Knowing well even if I have an elder sister who.. Adopted me.. She never visited me, Even if it was Christmas nor new year."
You were quiet as it was true you never visited Japan for quiet some time.
"I.."
"But that's alright after all your here now, we can always find the happiness together now.. I heard from others.. That"
His face lean up closer to your face making you take a step back.
"You have been searching for me for about a year! I was so happy but.. You stopped why Did you gave up so easily? Was I not worth anything?"
"N-no it's nothing like that, i-"
"That's alright now, Neesan after all.. Now I found you and we can always be together do you have a house? Perhaps so"
"I.. Do but.. "
"Hmm? Are you trying to leave me again?"
"O-of course not.. I can always visit your work, Dazai" you said as you smile a bit nervously.
He tilted his head a bit.
"Right you will be.. But can't I stay with you, Y/n-oneesan?"
"Um... Sure.. Sure..?" You muttered as he beamed and hugged you firmly as you couldn't help but feel you make a grave mistake.
A mistake on meeting Dazai again.
Just hope that at least you can have your freedom.
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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all.. hope you take care of yourself!!
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mystar-girl57 ยท 2 years ago
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๐Œ๐˜ ๐‚๐‡๐‘๐˜๐’๐€๐๐“๐‡๐„๐Œ๐”๐Œ
๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ || ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ
๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก, ๐ ๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž, ๐๐ž๐ง๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ, ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐/๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ ๐ž
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All energy is only borrowed and one day you have to give it back. It does not matter how important you may be to someone, to a family. It does not matter how mighty you may be, that animals bow to you in the forest as you walk by, or how many victories you had earned. One day everyoneโ€™s time will come to an end. But no one, not even the soul returning to its Great Mother would be ready when that day would come.
You remembered that day. The day that the fiercest warrior you knew, the woman that had come to be a role model for you despite being so close to age fired her final arrow and closed her eyes forever. You remember the wails, the shrill screams that filled the camp as the war party came back painted in blood. So many lives had been lost that day, returning to Ewya, but none had been more painful than the loss of the Omatikayaโ€™s Tsahรฌk. Your ears pinned back against your head as you winced trying to block out Moโ€™atโ€™s screams as her final daughter, her baby lay dead in her arms.
It was a moon of great mourning in the clan after Netyiriโ€™s death and everyone seemed to lose hope as they watched their Olo'eyktan placed the woodsprite on his belovedโ€™s body. Jake was forcing the tears to stay in not wanting his children to see him break as Tuk was already crying into Neteyamโ€™s neck, the young boy himself was trying to not sob. Loโ€™ak and Kiri leaned into Norm feeling numb and you stood behind Moโ€™at. It felt awkward for you to be this close to the front of the crowd. Yes, you had known Neytiri since you were young and you were in the same spot as you were for Sylwaninโ€™s death all those years ago but for some reason this felt wrong. You felt like you were dreaming, waiting to open your eyes to find yourself in your small tent curled up in your hammock, Netyiri peeking in and teasing you for sleeping in while Tuk slid around her mother to come hug you.
But no, this was not a dream. You knew this. Ewyaโ€™s only job was to keep the balance. Your great mother never took sides and sometimes you wanted to curse her for it. But as Moโ€™at promised you while you both cried over Neytiri; โ€œShe has a plan for everyone, every rock, tree, creature. Down to the tiniest insect she has a plan.โ€ Moโ€™at sounded as though she was trying to convince herself of this versus you as the two of you prepared to clean Netyiriโ€™s body for her burial ritual.
As Jake rose to his feet, looking upon his mate's body one last time the clan knew that the ritual was over and it was time to disperse. Return to their tents to lick their wounds and pray to Ewya that she be merciful.
As for you and Jake you returned to your seperated tents, on different sides of camp to add a new bead to your songcord
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It had been a few moons since the burial and things had returned to normal. If you could call it that. The clan had mainly tried to keep themselves busy, push down the pain and act as if it was not there. But there were some obvious changes as time had passed. Jake began to lead more war parties, each one becoming more violent, more casualties on either end. And unease that no one was bold enough to point out settled over camp. Everyone was on edge while working, waiting for the Olo'eyktan to announce a sudden war party outing.
You tried to not say anything to Moโ€™at but she noticed the changes. The more naโ€™vi that came into the medical tent in need of healing. Soon it became so overwhelming you got little Kiri who was only eleven to come help. Thankfully she caught on quick and with you, Moโ€™at, and Kiri working together the camp was good in hands. You knew that had it not been for the three of you plus Tuk trying to keep everyone healthy (Tuk giving random naโ€™vi flowers if she felt like they needed it) the camp would have been in Cold War mode just as it had been thirteen years ago when Jake first came.
Each day you sang your song chord, said your prayers to Ewya, asking for her help, for her guidance, trying to keep some sort of normality in your life. And everything seemed to slowly be mending itself within you. You had come to accept that Neytiriโ€™s body was gone and that there were a few nights when you woke up to Tukโ€™s glowing tear filled eyes looking at you in the darkness in need of hugs. You did not notice the motherly role you had taken on for the four children. But Moโ€™at noticed. And Jake ignored it.
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Today was what you personally considered a โ€œgood dayโ€. There was a gentle breeze blowing through high camp, dark clouds forming in the distance with promising rain that would hopefully cool things down. You sat perched on a rock, Tuk in front of you and Kiri beside you. โ€œCan you put beads in some of the braids?โ€ Tuk asked tilting her head up to you, her hair a messy fro as you were re braiding her hair. โ€œI can certainly try.โ€ You chuckled looking around for some beads. You were not known for having styled hair so to speak. You kept your dark hair in its natural messy waves. A few braids and beads were placed in it here and there where Tuk and Kiri would mess with your hair. You never took out their braids no matter how loose or messy they were.
โ€œKiri, do you know where any beads might be?โ€ You asked frowning as you found none around you. The young girl looked up from the mortar and set down the pestle thinking for a moment before nodding. โ€œI know where saโ€™nok kept Tukโ€™s beads Iโ€™ll be right back.โ€
You watched as she scampered up the rocky path, stumbling once before disappearing into the Sully Family tent.
While you were too focused on Kiri you did not notice Moโ€™at coming towards you until Tuk wriggled out of your grasp, an excited squeal escaping her throat. Instantly your head whipped around and you witnessed Moโ€™at look down to her youngest granddaughter with a soft smile, patting her unruly hair. She whispered something that you could not pick up on. Tuk nodded her head and scurried past you and up the path to her tent where Kiri was existing only for her little sister to pull her back in.
After watching the whole scene take place you slowly shifted to Moโ€™at with a look of suspicion. You had a pain in your gut that something was about to happen that you did not like in the slightest. Moโ€™a took a seat beside you and held your gaze for several long moments and you only became more skeptical, your tail flicking with anticipation.
โ€œThere have been many moons since Neytiriโ€™s death.โ€ Moat began โ€œThe moon has been made full a total of twelve times since she has returned to Ewya and with each passing eclipse our clan is only led into more ruin. No clan is meant to be left without a Tsahรฌk. An Olo'eyktan needs his Tsahรฌk.โ€ She gave you a hard look but you said nothing trying to decipher what she meant. You shook your head slightly.
โ€œForgive me Moโ€™at I do not follow. JakeSuli is still grieving he-โ€
โ€œHe is leading our clan to ruin. Eway has spoken and she has meant for him to be already mated by now. Our Great Mother needs a Tashรฌk to speak to. To help the Olo'eyktan.โ€
โ€œWhat are you saying Moโ€™at.โ€ You finally huffed out. โ€œI do not see how JakeSuliโ€™s need for a new mate has anything to do with me.โ€
โ€œIt has everything to do with you.โ€ The elder responded, her tone sharp, like a mother scolding her daughter. โ€œEwya has spoken and she has chosen you for Tsahรฌk. You are to be mated with JakeSuli.โ€
It felt as though a hammerhead titanothere had trampled you in a blind rampage. They say you could not escape the Great Mother. No matter how far you run, where you hide or how hard you try to ignore her she will always find a way to make sure she is heard. You had been having dreams of you and JakeSuli leading together but each dream ended in hell. It was not something that you wanted. Jakeโ€™s heart belonged to Neytiri, there would be no love if the two of you were to mate.
โ€œYou have completed your ikinmaya and you have training in being a Tsahik. Ewya has spoken. This is her plan for you.โ€ Moโ€™atโ€™s words carried power in them. It was crippling. You felt as though you had finally gotten on the right path and now you had made a hard left turn and found yourself falling into a chasm. You had hoped that one day you would find yourself a mate and settle down and have beautiful children that you could guide and care for. But now any hopes of that had been turned into a fantasy never to come true.
โ€œDoes Jake know of this?โ€ Was all you were able to get out, your voice cracking.
Moโ€™at shook her head, โ€œJakeSuli is not yet aware of what Ewya has commanded but the time for him to know draws near.โ€ The elder rose to her feet while you kept your head down, focused on the sandy earth below your feet. โ€œI hope by the time that comes you are done being selfish and are ready to save your clan.โ€ And with that she left you.
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You lay awake in your dark tent, your eyes trained at the ceiling, Moโ€™atโ€™s words from a few days ago swirling in your mind still.
โ€œYou are to be mated with JakeSuliโ€ โ€œThis is her plan for youโ€ โ€œYou are done being selfish.โ€
Selfish. Is that what she thought? After all you had done, the long days and nights you had put in, helping care for the sick and mend the broken. Was it so bad you had asked for a little goodness as a reward? You rolled over on to your side looking out the little window by your hammock, watching the dark blue sky bleed into red as the sun began to awake. Why did it have to be you anyway? There were plenty of fine people in the clan who would heal and talk to Ewya, even take care of JakeSuliโ€™s kids. Maybe you would not be so opposed to it had those dreams not scared you. The dreams all ended the same way. The world turned gray as flakes of ash began to fall out of the sky, collecting around you. The sounds of your peopleโ€™s screams of terror ring in your ears as the bodies start to pile and there you stand in the middle of it all.
As you watched the sun rise higher in the sky, Jupiter and its moons no longer in view you knew it was time to get up. As soon as your feet touched the floor you wanted to climb back into your hammock. You felt nauseated, something was going to happen today you knew it.
Walking out of your tent you stopped for a moment to survey all that was going on in the early hours of the morning. Few people were out, fetching fresh pitchers of water, collecting fruit for their breakfast. Seeing the delectable Yovo fruits growing in the grove made your stomach rumble and you figured that would be a suitable breakfast.
Making your way over, you nodded to a few people you saw, mumbling greetings as you walked passed. You made it to the grove and sought out the Yovo fruits. You picked your way through the plum colored fruits, holding them gently in your grasp testing the firmness, seeing which would be good for eating. Finally you came to a particularly large one. It was not too firm or soft and it was perfect in color. Gently you grabbed it by its base and twisted it. The stim popped off the bush and the fruitโ€™s full weight sat in your palm. Placing the fruit in the small net satchel that hung across your body you went to look for some more fruits.
Coming across one of the Spartan plants you went to inspect the fruit but frowned noticing bites in the leaves. Had the pests made it onto the plants? You wondered as you picked a seemingly good fruit, but the moment you plucked it off its bush the fruit fell apart in your hands. The Spartanโ€™s fruitโ€™s insides had rotted and worms were all in it as a horrid smell came from it. On instinct you dropped the fruit and it splattered at your feet. This was not a good sign. Hesitantly you looked back to the bush and grabbed another fruit only to have the same thing happen. And another and another until the whole bush was bare. Each of the fruits that it had grown lay rotten and inedible around its roots.
You began to panic looking at the mess. Never had you seen something like this. And the gardeners would have noticed if one of their plants were diseased at this point with how meticulously they cared for each plant. No, something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.
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As you stepped into Moโ€™atโ€™s tent you were not paying attention to where you were going and you walked straight into the back of someone. At first you were annoyed as you held your nose, your ears back. But when you looked up you were taken aback to find the Olo'eyktan standing in front of you, looking over his shoulder his arms crossed. Jakeโ€™s eyes seemed to narrow with resentment as his ears were pinned back slightly before turning back to Moโ€™at.
โ€œMoโ€™at please with all do respect to you and to Ewya I am not ready to mate with another. It is not fair to your daughter.โ€ Then it clicked, why he looked at you with such distain, why he was in Moโ€™atโ€™s tent so early. She had told him about what Ewya wanted. For the two of you to bond and become two souls intertwined into one. Partners. Leaders together. And just as you had expected he was rejecting it.
โ€œBah! Do not bring my daughter into this.โ€ Moโ€™at hissed. โ€œIt is as I told to this one.โ€ She motioned to you. โ€œIt is Ewyaโ€™s will that you take her to be your mate. As much as you may hide JakeSuli.โ€ She took a step to the Olo'eyktan and poked a bony finger to his chest. โ€œEwya will find a way, whether it be with peace or through violence her will shall be carried out.โ€
Her words sounded more of a threat rather than a promise, her voice dropping down to a dangerous whisper. But hearing what she said made your stomach drop, was that what the rotting fruit was about? Ewyaโ€™s anger at you for denying her? Was this going to affect the clan? This is not what you wanted, for the clan to be hurt by your arrogance.
When you looked back up at Moโ€™at she had that look in her eyes as if she already knew what you were going to tell her. โ€œAs you both can see, your ignoring of Ewya is starting to take a toll. Are you going to doom our clan to more suffering than we have already endured?โ€ The elder asked and you winced.
You felt trapped, you were not sure any more as to what to do. What your heart wanted. You wanted what was best for the clan. What would keep your people safe. What would keep Tuk, Kiri, Loโ€™ak and Neteyam safe, even if that meant making sacrifices you realized it had to be done.
โ€œI agree to be mated to JakeSuli.โ€
Your words did not feel as though they were your own. As if your mouth was being controlled by something, treating you like a puppet. To punctuate your words you nodded, holding eye contact with Moโ€™at.
โ€œI agree.โ€ You whispered, willing yourself to not look at Jake knowing there would only be a gaze of cold hearted hatred looking back at you. And you did not blame him. He was being forced to move on, say goodbye to his lover for the final time and have someone new by his side. Someone he did not want.
You did not blame him for he did not want you and you in turn did not want him. But as it had been said it was Ewyaโ€™s will.
And one way or another, through your aria of peace or Jakeโ€™s song of violence her will would be carried out.
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WONDER.
โžณ synopsis: due to his limited speech, you both partake in a shared scrapbook detailing the moments since your lives intertwined, but it's time to start a new one for this next chapter of your lives.
โžณ character/s: inumaki toge
โžณ warnings: established relationship (eventually), fluff, soft things, you survived long enough to graduate jjt, snapshots of photos in the scrapbook
โžณ notes: here is the explanation of such fic type and the guide on how i suggest to read this :)) this is part of the expectation series
๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ / ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ย / ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ / ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ย 
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐„๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ.
it's slightly faded, but the photo is clear. a group of first years: maki, okkotsu, panda, inumaki and yourself. the smiles adorning your faces are nervous yet bright, but it seems you and inumaki failed to look at the camera as your smiles are directed to each other.
๐€ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ? ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐, ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.
there's a strange photo of the underside of your faces as you and inumaki sit in the car headed towards your first mission together. beside it is a photo of you both bruised and bloodied, yet holding a thumbs up to gojo, whose head is slightly cropped out of the shot.
(๐Ž๐จ๐ก) ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ, (๐Ž๐จ๐ก) ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ.
there's a collage of photos of the two of you, each varying in quality, from the first goodwill event you ever took part in, most of them selfies from various parts of the woods and students brawling it out in the background.
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐›๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
your first date was tucked away in a more secluded part of jujutsu tech and you're unsure of how these photos were taken (you suspect gojo of stalking). there's one photo of the onigiri inumaki handmade for you in the shape of hearts, the boy proudly holding them in front of his face.
๐’๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ. ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก? ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ข๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ.
looking at the image, you can still recall the pain that emanated from the multitude of cuts along your body. although, it's never at the forefront of your mind when you look at the desperate first kiss you shared with inumaki as you returned from a mission (you both protested after seeing gojo's phone aimed at you).
(๐Ž๐จ๐ก) ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ. ๐–๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ? ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐, ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.
inumaki demanded you delete this one, as he's without his turtleneck and his lips are formed into a pout with mario kart displayed on the tv behind him. he says it's because his hair is tousled and messy, but you think it's because he lost.
(๐Ž๐จ๐ก) ๐‡๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ (๐Ž๐จ๐ก) ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž.
once again, you have no clue how this photo was taken without you knowing. you're sat in front of the tv in animal crossing: new horizons with a fake wedding set up for you and inumaki, but he's quite literally behind you, holding up a ring pop for the camera.
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐›๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
inumaki refused to admit that he cried that night with an indignant "okaka!". that day, you'd drawn his curse marks onto your cheeks with sharpie to make him feel less alone and in the selfie, your cheeks were pressed together so your curse marks could "cuddle", according to him.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ .
you suspect gojo has once again snuck a photo of the two of you as you slept in inumaki's bed, face smushed against his chest.
๐–๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ. ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก? ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง.
the graduation photoshoot was truly something else. you'd made it without dying (not without injury) and the chosen way to celebrate was to replicate wedding photos. there were a few of you and inumaki, but seemingly more between all the bromances rather than the real couple of three years.
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐š๐ฒ. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ง๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
you and inumaki stood outside of a blank white door, arms making each half of a heart and joining hands to create the full image as you documented the day you moved into an apartment together, matching smiles and all.
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ: ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ฅ๐ž.
inumaki cracked his eyelids open, grinning at the sight of you asleep in his arms. swiping his phone from the bedside table, he took a selfie of the two of you after your first night in the apartment. first photo in the next scrapbook: acquired.
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Unpopular, but can you do a Luna x reader? Or Bellatrix?
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž! ๐ˆ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐๐จ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก!
๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ!
๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ, ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ (?)
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๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฑ ๐‹๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž
Bellatrix loves you so much, but has the most deranged way of showing it.
While she thinks its normal, you really.. don't.
Like some sort of cat, she'll walk to you with a dead rat in between her teeth and yank your hands towards her (in a kind way, of course,) and bring her mouth to your outstretched hands to gently place the dead rat there
I personally headcanon that she makes her own clothing.
So I believe she will make your clothing for you. Even if its lively, colourful, revealing, or covering up every inch of your body, she'll make it for you!
๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ, ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ.
๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ. ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ญ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ. ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
"๐Ž-๐Ž๐ก! ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐›!" ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐œ๐ก๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ . ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐›, ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐› ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ. "๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž?" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐๐ž๐š. "๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ! ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ?" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ.
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๐‹๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐จ๐
Now, Luna may be a bit odd, but she loves you all the same.
She tends to pull you into random hugs, and won't say anything
She'll pull you into a hug, stand there for just a moment, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and walking to class.
She spends a lot of time reading atop of tree branches.
You find her there most often.
๐‹๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐ง๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. '๐€ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข๐ง', ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž.
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ, ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ-๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค. ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฉ ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž.
๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ-๐ฌ๐จ-๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, "๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ! ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž?" ๐‹๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ '๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ' ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ. ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ . "๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐๐ž๐š๐ซ?" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž. "๐Ž๐ก! ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž?" ๐€๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ, "๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ-๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐๐ž๐š๐ซ." ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
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"๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž."
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๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก, ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ.
Tagging @gal-with-pastels cause they are the one who created Galileo for me and all credit to his design goes to them!
Donnies vision blurred, whether it be the rain flooding his unblinking eyes or the bitter sting of tears. He threw aside rubble and broken wood... The very thing he had built with his wife, the beginning of a new home, a new life they were going to start... A New Generation.
And look where it was now. Half of the small hut destroyed, falling in on itself. He lofted the final board that was littered in scratch marks and blood, revealing the wet, muddy floor beneath it. No one underneath.
He gripped the board, jaw tensing as his fingers dug into the wet wood, throwing it across the woods while letting out a strangled scream of anger as he watched it fly across the sky, falling off into bushes.
"WHERE IS SHE!?"
He shouted as if he'd get an answer, clutching the sides of his head clawing at his soaking wet mask. He just stayed like that, on his knees as the mud and water soaked his knees. The rain poured down harshly on his body, barely bothering him anymore as it leaked down his snout and limbs, now numb to the cold.
Gone. It was all gone. It was all lost. The moment he saw smoke in the distance as he trekked back from visiting his brothers with his children, he knew it was bound to happen.
He knew from the moment he broke into a sprint, leaving his children to his brothers, he wouldn't make it in time.
He would be too late.
Chime...
Donnies eyes snapped open at the sound as it broke through the silence of nothing but thundering and rain.
Chime...
He lifted his head from his hands, looking to the half of the house that was still standing... The claw marks dig into the sides of the wood. The blood stains smeared across the walls, which showed a sign of struggle. The faint burn marks of lazers and smoke still ingering in the air, burning the back of his throat greatly.
The only thing that was littered completely destroyed was a light purple colored crib. Throwing onto its side and the blankets torn and tangled in the bars, along with the mangled cotton of bloody stuffed animals. The chiming Donnie could hear was the Crib mobile he had himself to hang above the crib, the dinging bell that wasn't torn apart as it hung from a measly thread, blowing in the faint breeze.
He weakly crawled toward it, throwing aside any rubble that got into his way as he picked up the bell in his hands, looking at the glistening metal as water droples gleamed off of it, and feel into his hands.
He... He just stared at it. It was so small, so quiet, so calming... A tainted memory and familiarity with it.
His hold on the bell tightens as he hears a broken squeal not far from him. The sound of a young baby crying for aid, for someone to save it. For his father to save him.
It was only a matter of seconds until Donnie was back on his feet in a dead sprint. He ignored his begging gasp for air or the way his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The ears plotting cry of a baby is all his brain Lazer focused on, shoving pushing through trees and bushes.
The bloody trail of someone dragging their body across the ground to get away from the scene was like a path, leading Donnie to his prize - as much as a sick thought it was. He just felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach as he still kept running... The trail is still continuing. How long was she in agony for - how long has she suffered in pain?
He nearly ripped the branches off the tree that blocked his vision but soon completely froze at the sight in front of him.
She laid on her stomach, the dragging position she still had yet to get out of, and seemed to be the pose she was stuck in. The crimson liquid pooled around her body, mixing into the much and dirt, staining her silk blue nightgown.
Her dark brown hair was tangled and sopping wet, covering her face and sprawling along the ground, tangled with twigs and rocks. She sheiled her body over something, the thing that was wailing.
It's like Donnie saw his entire world begin to fall apart, letting out a strangled gasp before he rushed toward the limp body.
"Tamsin!" He cried out, immediately slipping to his knees as his hands hovered over her body. He grabbed her head and back, slowly turning her around to lay in his arms. He revealed the wound that graced her body.
Straight through her chest was a broken arrow. Her body was littered in cuts and dark bruises. Her labored breathing was slow, too slow. Her skin was a sickly pale and blue color, her dull green eyes opening and closing as she went in and put on consciousness
"D... Donnie..?" She barely even spoke, merely mouthing the statement as her vision only caught blurs of green and purple as she was pulled away from the baby she was protecting.
She was in agony, it was hard to breathe, and when she did, it was short and quick breaths. Her condition was beyond repair, and yet she gave the best smile she could muster, causing Donnie to wipe away the blood from her lip.
"Hi, honey..." She responds weakly, but in such a sweet tone, like the one she'd use every time he walked into the door, taking in a shaky inhale. She looked to see the broken, thin peice of wood sticking out of her chest, a dry chuckle escaping her - God damn did it hurt.
"With my own weapon too, huh?" She joked. No one laughed. She was cut off as a warmth dripped onto her hair, causing her to look up.
Soon, a cascade of tears trickled down onto her face like rain - but Donnies head sheilded the cold weather, only to replace the downpour with his out tears. It was odd. His face didn't show sadness - still stuck in a permanent shock, but he was in hysterics, his body shaked as he fought back a sob.
"Oh, Donnie..." She reached her hand up to his face, using all the strength she had in her body to do so, only to have it fall limp back to her side. "It's gonna be okay..."
"How?" He responded bitterly. "How is this okay? What do I do?" He found the words left him naturally, finally realizing that once in his life... He really didn't know what to do. He didn't have an answer.
"Donnie." Tamsin cut him off, gripping his soaking wet shirt tightly. "Promise me something -"
"No, no... Tam, not now, please. I can't do it now..." Donnie cut her off fearfully, hand trying desperately to cup her cheek, but he could control the shaking, watching as it trembled along the side of her cold face.
"Donnie -" "Don't say it, don't you dare fucking say it." He gritted his teeth, jaw tensing as he just held her tighter, screwing his eyes shut. He refused to even look at her, while she was saying goodbyes... Her own husband didn't even wanna look into her eyes one final time.
"Please don't leave me..." He whispered, bowing his head into her shoulder, hiding away from the world. Her embrace was what made him feel safe. In the latest hours of the night, when her warm embrace welcoming hold kept him from the night terrors or the stress of earlier that day. Her warm arms wrapping around his body while she hummed mindlessly till sleep pulled him away from his darlings hold.
Now, all he felt was cold. He didn't feel his darlings arms around him anymore, and her humming was simple, rasped breathing. And he wasn't slipping into a dream. He was wide awake in his worst nightmare.
He felt that ache in his throat began to worsen. The band around his chest broke, and he let out a broken wail. His muffled scream into her neck while hot tears ran down her back. "I need you, I need you. I can't do it alone..." He repeated endlessly under his breath through sobs, slowly rocking her in his hold.
She shushes Donnie. No reassurance, no telling him it would be okay... Only shushing him, softly like she was calming a baby, crying and pleading for its mother. "Donnie... I can't tell you it will be okay. Not this time." She finally spoke. "But can you just promise me this one final thing... Please?"
He could barely hear her voice, pulling away to look at her. He inhaled sharply as he pulled away, another cry wracking through his body as he stared at her, watching the same pained expression fall onto her face.
"Tell the kids I love them... Make sure you remind them everyday... I love them, I love them so much." Her lip began to quiver, her eyes glossing over with fresh tears as she gripped his shirt tighter. "Protect them. Protect my babies, Donnie, please..."
The shock was setting in as Tamsins breathing quickened, gasping for air and her speaking became repeated and panicked. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't be there for Galileo... I'm sorry I can't be a mom all over again for him... Im-" She is cut off as the soft cries of a baby called out again, directly to her side.
The arm she had yet to lift was covered by a mass of swaddled blankets with squirming inside.
Donnie quickly pulls the blankets onto Tamsins chest along with her arm, pressing them both to his chest. She weakly removes the blankets to reveal their youngest son, Galileo. He wasn't even three months old yet and here he was, in the cold wet rain... Losing a part of something that he'd never be able to experience beforehand could even remember her.
His crying didn't cease as Tamsins hand crazed the side of his small face, her thumb stroking his cheek as some sort of comfort. The first boy Donnie had ever had that was just like him- fully softshell and mutant was pulled close to be squished between his parents, and yet even then the poor child wasn't given any warmth to fall asleep into.
"Oh my sweet baby..." Tamsin choked, bitter tears dripped down her face. "I'm gonna miss you, so much... Grow up big and strong like your dad, okay?" She asked as if the boy could give an answer, only getting a squeal in return.
Donnie places his forehead against hers, feeling her instantly relax in his hold, she herself allowing a small cry to leave her. She lifted head a bit, placing her lips to kiss one of his closed eyes, the icy sensation making Donnie pull away to face her fully now.
"Starting our family in this world was the hardest thing I've ever been through... But I'd do it all over again, as long as it's with you... I can't wait to see you again... Wait for me?" She asked, opening her eyes one final time to look up at Donnie.
He swallowed the thick saliva stuck in the back of his throat, lips forming a pained pout. "If I this is my logical sign of a life after this... I'll wait a million more years to be back with you."
She smiled sweetly at him, slowly feeling as her body bean to numb. The last thing she felt was the small sensation of small little fingers wrapping around her own. "I never thought how... Happy I'd be... Dying in your arms."
She let out a long sigh, feeling no need to take another inhale. The world went peacefully quiet, her heartbeat softened till she herself couldn't hear it. The pain dulled into a sweet release. Her eyes grew heavy, like she was sleepy... She felt tired, finally able to get a good amount of sleep to catch up on in the past fifteen years. She wanted to laugh at her own joke... But she couldn't.
Her body went heavy in Donnies arms. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, one final, stray tear escaping before they were shut tight forever. Her breathing ended in a small noise of relief. Like the last thing on her mind to worry about was her husband. She knew he'd make it. Eventually.
Donnies eyes just stared unblinking at her body. Holding his son close to him as his burning eyes wished to release more of the tears he had yet to shed for the rest of his life from this point.
"... Tamsin?"
โ™กูจ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉ ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจ๏ฎฉูจโ™ก
๐ƒ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ ๐š๐ ๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‡๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐€๐” ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Š๐ซ๐š๐š๐ง๐  ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง- ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Š๐ซ๐š๐š๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž.
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ซ?
๐๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ.
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jgabriel1920 ยท 7 months ago
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๐™ฑ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š—
๐’๐จ... ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ณ๐›๐ข๐ง/๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐œ? ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐๐ ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ? ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ก ๐ˆ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž.
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž (๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฌ?) ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.
๐’๐จ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ก, ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ...
๐–๐ก๐จ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ, ๐œ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ-
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KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY CRY CRY CRY.
I gripped my hair, trying to force the scalp out of my head. A nervous laughter came out of my mouth, a laughter with no happiness, an empty laugh.
I didn't even know why I was that way, my pillow and bed sheet thrown on the floor, with bite marks and spit on it. Bite marks also were on my arms like bear traps on the ground, marking where the danger was.
I couldn't follow them, I couldn't know the reason for my distress. It was a joke, a damned joke. To be left alone in my life. I couldn't talk to anyone, because they would say sweet things. Pray to God, but I already did that. I prayed for so many nights and days, and nothing happened. Nothing ever happened.
Tears now fall from my face, and I still sit in a fetal state. Pathetic, laughable really.
Who I was? To be suffering? Suffering from nothing, suffering from being empty.
God, I was so pathetic. To be so edgy, was truly something from a teenager with hormones, but I was that, barely 18, barely an adult.
I just... Want to die...
Die and be left on a wooden box, to be truly useless, like I always was.
A sound came from the corridor, a sound that seemed to be from a dog. I could imagine its paws on the floor. I didn't have a dog of course, because then I would be actually worried. I worried my little pet would see me in such a state.
Probably was a ghost, or a hallucination. If it was one, I would go to the kitchen and finish all. If it was a ghost, then maybe I would convince him to do it for me.
I got up, looking around my room. Such an empty room, because I didn't want to embarrass everyone about the things I loved. A clown usually loves clown things, but I wasn't a funny one.
At least it was green. Green was my favorite color. Probably. I maybe was wrong as I always am.
I opened the door, looking up. Something stared at me. It had a head similar to a canine. Their eyes and mouth were bright white, but only a dot in the darkness around it, like a black hole. Its whole face was a black hole.
Drool came from the corner of its mouth. It was hungry. Hungry for flesh, hungry for meat, whatever that was. Was I up to its tastes?
Maybe if it bites my head, the pain won't be so great. It would be a second to nothing. I would be back to nothing.
So I stared at it.
I stared until it decided that my breathing was annoying. It didn't come.
In fact, it seemed to make it calmer. Its breathing was heavy but it was calculated. It tilted its head, trying to figure me out.
It wasn't hard, do I need to spill it out?
My mouth opened, and a whisper came.
"Kill me."
I made sure to say each syllable, and that all the sounds came correctly. That it would finally understand.
It didn't.
I didn't even notice, but the room became less dark. I could see its body, she was a female- no a woman, why was I saying like that? Maybe because it was so surreal, because she dressed like a slut, no better way to say it. A tight and small tank top, a black panties with a reversed crucifix. fishnet on her legs and arms, her fur and thick body hugging her body impossibly tight her body was incredibly thick, something out of a porn magazine. Piercing on her belly and her nipples, it was clearly visible.
The beast seemed nothing like an actual beast, besides the animalistic body and the unseen face, besides an enigmatic grin and eyes full of Mischief.
I could see from the corner of my eyes I saw all of her 'glory', but I tried to just look at her eyes. Why would lust bring me out of my haze of truth?
"Kill me."
I tried again, my lips trembled slightly. She kept staring at me. Why?
Her expression (if even someone would call it that) rested in a face of pity.
She reached out to me, and my breathing became faster. I didn't know if it would actually touch me. Probably no.
But it happened. She touched my bare shoulder, and I could feel her claw pressing on my skin, without making it bleed. Her other hand touched my other shoulder and brought me to a hug.
My face rested on her collarbone, my face feeling fur on my face, softness all around. It was more like a cat, but I could actually put my weight against it without it running away. My arms went on her back. I cried again.
I cried in the arms of something I didn't know. It was relaxing in a way. She didn't know me, I didn't know her. She couldn't judge me, I couldn't judge her.
I didn't even notice but she brought me to my own bed. She lay down with me on top. She became a huge pillow that my body lay on. She purred.
She purred and it seemed like a melody. Such a sweet melody.
A melody that brought me to sleep. A peaceful sleep that I didn't think I could have in my life.
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stargirliez ยท 8 months ago
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๐’๐จ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐๐š๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐†๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ซ๐ž๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐“๐š๐ฏ๐ฌ.
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ.
๐’๐จ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐๐ž๐š๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž)๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐œ).
๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ง ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฑ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ!
~๐’ฎ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐–ค
BG3 Tavs
Taryn
โ€ขHuman
โ€ขSorcerer-Storm sorcery
โ€ขRomance: Gale
โ€ขSmall female body type
Zora
โ€ขHalf Drow Elf
โ€ขBard-College of swords
โ€ขRomance: Astarion
โ€ขSmall female body type
Asra
โ€ขHigh Elf
โ€ขDruid-Circle of Spores
โ€ขRomance: Halsin
โ€ขSmall female body type
Nefeli
โ€ขMephistopheles Teifling
โ€ขPaladin-Oath of devotion
โ€ขRomance: Shadowheart
โ€ขSmall female body type
Kyrell
โ€ขDrow
โ€ขWarlock-The Fiend
โ€ขRomance: Laeโ€™zell
โ€ขLarge male body type
Meeri
โ€ขHalf Orc
โ€ขBarbarian-Beserker
โ€ขRomance: Wyll
โ€ขLarge female body type
Aros
โ€ขGithyanki
โ€ขFighter-Champion
โ€ขRomance: Minthara
โ€ขSmall male body type
Zyran
โ€ขWhite Dragonborn
โ€ขWizard-Transmutation School
โ€ขRomance: Karlach
โ€ขLarge female body type
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๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ. canon. / original character. / alternate universe. / canon-divergent (post canon verses anyway!). / fandomless.ย  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ? yes.(but not nearly enough!) / no. / i donโ€™t know. ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ? yes. / no.(usually he falls under the cute category)ย / i donโ€™t know. ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ? yes. / no. / i donโ€™t know. ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐? yes. / no. ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ? yes. / no. ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ? yes. / no. / i donโ€™t know. / theyโ€™re the protagonist. ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐? ย yes. / no.ย  ย ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง? good. / bad. / neutral. (depends on who you talk to) ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง?ย I follow canon pretty damn close up until...well, his death. I just donโ€™t want to accept and so I didnโ€™t! I thought up a fairly reasonable way for him to survive and gave him a post canon story to follow. But as far as canon, I donโ€™t see any real need to change much since he was well written to begin with and got a reasonable backstory and plenty of screen time to develop during. Good job, canon.
๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž! ( try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. )ย Are you looking for loyalty? Someone ride or die? A Best Boy? Look no further, because Narancia is all of these and more. Heโ€™s funny, heโ€™s silly, he has a badass Stand and knows how to use it efficiently, heโ€™s street smart and a good dancer. Will kill a dude, but hasnโ€™t got a legitimately cruel or mean bone in his body. PROTECTIVE. Will share his sodas with you and you donโ€™t even have to pay him back! ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž! ( list everything why your muse could not be so interesting. even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think? )ย Short-tempered, a little bit intelligently slow, CANNOT MATH GOOD. Cusses a whole-fucking-lot. Kills people without so much as a hint of regret. Will zone out sometimes and miss everything you just said to him. Has terrible memory. Will NOT share his chocolate with you (unless he REALLY likes you) and will get REALLY pissed if you take them. ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž?ย Honestly, I couldnโ€™t really pinpoint it. All I know is Narancia just clicked with me similarly to how Sun just clicked when I first watched RWBY. It was favorite character at, literally, first sight because I loved his character design before I even started watching Golden Wind and I was RIGHT. I loved his silliness at first and then I saw the flip side, his serious and dangerous side, and I was even more intrigued. I was so dedicated to seeing how his story developed....and I was devestated (and I mean devestated) by his death and how...pointless it felt! I remember thinking:ย โ€œHe deserved SO MUCH BETTERโ€ so I decided to give him so much better! ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ?ย People who enjoy my portrayal, OOC discussions, plotting, shipping, and just....because Narancia is so fun to write and he has a million layers to explore!
๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐„ ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹ ๐๐”๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Œ๐”๐!
๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž? yes. / no. ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ? yes.(not as often as they come to mind, though!)ย / no. ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐๐ซ๐š๐›๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ? yes. / no ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ? yes. / no. ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ? yes. / no. ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง? yes. / no. (only about a few very specific topics) ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ?ย Absolutely, as long as itโ€™s constructive criticism and not pointless hate or bullying. Like, if you come into my DMs or Inbox and tell me something you felt I could do better or something you didnโ€™t like and a suggestion on how to change it, then I am very open to hearing and examining your criticism. But if you come in likeย โ€œMeh, *insert muse here* sucks!โ€ then I will shut you down. ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ?YES! Oh my gosh, YES. Please send questions at any time because I love exploring my muses in this way. ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ?ย It depends. Usually yes just purely out of curiosity, not with any real intention to adjust my heacanons. I just want to know because...like...why, bro? ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ?ย I just tell them they can move on. My portrayal is for ME to enjoy and others who enjoy it to write with me! If you donโ€™t like it then you can go find another blog with any of my muses and write with them instead. *shrug* ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ?ย I just feel bad for them...not sure HOW you could ever hate the Orange Boy and all his adorable glory! Your loss, really, thereโ€™s not much I can do to change your mind other than tell you about what makes him a great character! If you hate Narancia then you must just hate joy. ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ค๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ?ย Oh gosh, I donโ€™t enjoy it because it makes me feel kind of dumb, but I do encourage people to do so because it helps me become a better writer! A lot of times I misspell stuff when Iโ€™m on mobile because my stupid thumbs canโ€™t hit the right letter! ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง?ย I absolutely am. I will never pressure you or get angry for slow replies, I will always understand my mutuals needing to rest or take breaks or work a lot...life is life, RP is not life. If you need to make real life a priority, then I will definitely understand and not rag on you about it. Also, I am 100% down with on the fly threads that havenโ€™t been plotted. Iโ€™m pretty chill.
stolen from: @hopingforjusticeโ€‹
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