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Nike AF1 🔱 (FREE GIFT)

I just wanted to take a moment to express how truly grateful I am for each and every one of you. Your support means more than words can say, and it's because of you that I'm able to continue doing what I love. Thank you for being a part of this journey and for helping make everything possible!

As a token of my appreciation, I’ve got a special free gift just for you! 🎁 It’s a small way to say “thank you” for your incredible generosity. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐿𝒰𝒟𝐸𝒮:

Nike AF1 CAS Sneakers  (11 Swatches)

Nike AF1 Shoe Deco  (10 Watches)

Nike AF1 Shoe-box Deco (2 Swatches)

️𝐼𝒩𝐹𝒪:

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈

𝒞𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓁

Infant -𝐸𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝐿𝑜𝒹𝓈

𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝒽

𝒯𝒪𝒰:

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂🚫

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃🚫

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃🚫

(𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝑀𝒞𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔/𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹)

𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒩𝐿𝒪𝒜𝒟 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 🔱

[yedgei]

𓊆🌸𓊇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 . . . !

𝑜(≧口≦)𝑜 💢 . . .

[sum1-r3]

𝔹𝕊𝔻 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Ft~ Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara

GN! reader, fluff, suicide mentions in Dazai’s, & no big warnings (I think)

Not proofread btw (I’m lazy)

𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾

A silly silly man around you (as he normally is)

Calls you belladonna ask a nickname, bella for short. (A beautiful but poisonous flower)

Would try to convince you to ditch work (You work in ADA)

Mostly around you 24/7

Such a fanboy for you. Like literally praising you for every little stunt you pull of

A dramatic ass every time you don’t hug/kiss him

Aka you to commit double suicide with him randomly

❁“𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶…𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒?” 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹, 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒. “𝐻𝓊𝒽? 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃?” 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹, 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌. “𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎…𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒!” 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒. “𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾. 𝒲𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝒲𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇!” 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹, 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾’𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓈. “𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒! 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒!” 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 𝓅𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇…𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊.❁

𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪

He’s going to treat you like royalty (no joke)

Best person to be in a relationship FR 🗣️

Would take care of you no matter what

Would sometimes worry about hurting you

Such gentleman

Buys you expensive gifts for holidays or just for no reason

LOYAL BF

Complement overflow

Over all… I would say perfect

❁“𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶… 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈..?” 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶. “𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉? 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒.” 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹. “𝒪𝒽 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑜, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶.. 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉.” 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒… 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈! 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 (𝒟𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽) 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃, 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉. “𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒴/𝒩” 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. ❁

Thank you for reading this! This is my first story I’ve ever written, sorry if it lacks 😔

Reposts would be greatly appreciated🩷

[slytheringangstuff]

Mattheo x reader with stomach bug and tons of school work (pls I’m so sick)

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓉. 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒾 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎.

𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝐵𝓊𝑔

𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝑜 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟤.𝟤𝓀

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒱𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒷𝑒𝒹

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝓎/𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝒹.

𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 <𝟥

Raising herself off the cold bathroom floor, y/n steadied herself on the sink, a sudden wave of nausea returning as quickly as it had left just minutes before. Swirling some water in her mouth to rid herself of the sour taste, she looked into the mirror; the reflection that greeted her was a ghost of herself. Glossy, bloodshot eyes stared back as she sniffled, nose running as a result of the tears that were running down her flushed cheeks. The rosy pink being the only part of her face that held any colour compared to the pale canvas she had become. 

She audibly groaned upon seeing the time, knowing Matteo would be waiting for her in the common room, something he started in their second year at Hogwarts after she had missed breakfast one too many times for his liking. She smiled at the memory, before rushing to appear more ‘human’ to avoid questions. 

Truthfully, she had no desire to eat; her stomach was still unsettled, and her nausea was not leaving her any time soon. But if she had any chance of completing the piles of work Snape, along with the other professors, had so lovingly set, she had no choice but to put on her best act. 

She didn’t even want to know what her family would say or do to her if she were to let her grades slip. 

“You’re late.” Matteo teases, hands in pockets and hair looking as though he had just been attacked by a bird. y/n shrugged, “I’m not late. You’re just early.” 

He shook his head, eyebrows raised, a smirk pulling at his lips. “If one thing’s for sure, I’m never early princess.” 

She mirrored his reaction, giggling, which proved to be a mistake. The side-to-side motion set off the previously dormant dizziness. Pausing her movements slightly too abruptly to be considered normal, she placed her hand on the sofa to ground herself. Her eyes closed in a desperate attempt to stop the spinning and calm the creeping nausea that followed. 

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself enough to glance up at a concerned Matteo, who, despite her small movements, noticed everything. She cursed herself for faltering before they had even left the common room, her mind racing for any excuse possible. 

Forcing a yawn, y/n looks at Matteo with a tired expression, which she luckily didn’t have to fake. “Still waiting for my brain to realise I’m awake.” Praying for Matteo to believe the lie, she continues with a teasing tone. “Are you ready? Or are you just going to stand there?”

The five seconds he takes to respond feel like hours as worry starts to creep in her head, alongside a migraine, which y/n felt was incredibly unfair given the current circumstances. With an uncertain look, he finally responds an edge of humour present in his voice. “Since when were you aware of the time?” he starts to walk off. “Keep up slow poke.”

“I see you have finally decided to grace us with your presence. We feared you may have died.”

The group nods at Draco’s words. Sitting down, the pair chuckle at their friend’s dramatics, y/n being careful not to further aggravate any current issue, her migraine already worsening in the noisy hall. Rubbing her temples, she is promptly brought into a conversation with Pansy and Blaise opposite her before she has a chance to even look at the food on the table, which, in all honesty, she was thankful for.

Unfortunately for her, Matteo, being the attentive boyfriend he is, noticed and began plating up her favourites unbeknownst to her. Nudging her side, y/n briefly glanced back at him, only to be met with a plate full of food and an overly happy Matteo. “I got all your favourites. " Despite the nausea she felt at the sight of the food, she mustered up a smile that matched his at the sweet gesture. “Thank you, Teo.”

Staring at her plate, the conversation around her turned from words to illegible sounds, as she bit back the grimace that threatened to show on her face. Noticing how checked out y/n was, Theo tapped her shoulder before whispering in her ear. “You ok?”

Snapping out of her trance y/n looked back at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” She cringed slightly at her tone, not meaning to come off so sharp. “You’ve not touched your food. In fact, you’re looking at it like it’s the most offensive thing you’ve ever seen.” At his words, she picked up her fork, somehow shoving a whole pancake in her mouth. 

Minutes of tedious chewing later, she met Theo’s gaze again, swallowing down not only the excessive amount of pancake but also the wince and retch that threatened to force their way out. Her desperate attempt to disguise her struggles went almost undetected if it weren’t for Theo seeing the way her eyes went glassy and hearing the deep, slow breath she took to steady herself. 

“You were saying?” Honestly, she just wanted him to drop the issue, and between her feeling at her worst and the worry of Matteo knowing the situation, she let manners fly out the window. To her relief, Theo held up his hands in surrender, turning to listen to Blaise and Pansy, who were in a heated debate over who should get the last muffin. 

Picking at her food and making it look like she had eaten more than she had, y/n tapped Matteo’s arm to get his attention. It being the weekend meant that the library would get busy fast, causing the tables available to become as rare as unicorns in the enchanted forest, and she had a bad feeling she’d be seeing her pancake again soon.

He looked at her as she whispered in his ear. “I’m gonna go and get a table in the library before it gets too busy.” Taking a glimpse at her plate he frowns, whispering back. “Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat? You’ve barely eaten anything.”

“I’ve had some food. Pancakes are always really filling anyway.” Getting up, she giggles to disguise the waves of dizziness and nausea that hit her. “I probably shouldn’t have had too many pancakes.” 

“Ok. I’ll meet you there in a moment, princess.” He smiles back at her but falters as he sees her wobble slightly on her way out. Noticing his worry, Theo slides next to Matteo, kicking his leg to get his attention. “Do you mind?” “No. Not really.”

“What do you want?” he snapped, not realising his tone, too preoccupied with his thoughts. “Calm down, sunshine.” He laughed at his own joke before continuing, his voice more serious than before. “Check on y/n would ya? Something’s wrong.”

“She seems off, doesn’t she?” Bouncing his leg in worry, Matteo looks back and forth between Theo and the exit, ready to leap out of his seat. “Go talk to her, she’ll listen to you over me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to jump up and walk, borderline run, towards the library, not before grabbing the last muffin from the table for y/n. Leaving behind a cackling Theo and a bewildered Blaise and Pansy.

Staring at the book in her hands y/n felt her frustration start to creep up on her. No matter how many times she read the same sentence, same paragraph, or same page, it made no difference. Nothing was sticking in her head and she could hardly remember the chapter title, let alone any of the content. Her head was throbbing, and her stomach was threatening to throw out the little food she had eaten, and tears started to well in her eyes as she rested her head in her arms.

As fate would have it, Matteo entered the library, spotting y/n instantly. He hesitated, ultimately letting his concern take over, gently nudging her shoulder and whispering in her ear. 

She jumps up, startled, and walks backwards towards the bookcase a few meters away. However, she stumbles, not even a meter away from the table. The speed of getting up, paired with the stress she’s feeling, causes her vision to go dark for a brief second, forcing her to pause and close her eyes.

Panicking, Matteo goes to rush towards her stopping in confusion when she puts her hand out. “Do you need to sit down? You look like you’re going to tip over any second. Come here. Please.” He speaks fast, worries consuming him. Noticing his distress, y/n goes to calm him, moving before she has a chance to fully steady herself, her stomach churning and her migraine blaring, even in the quiet of the room. This time, she doesn’t have a chance to steady herself, her vision going black as her legs give out from under her.

Groaning, she looks around, finding herself in a familiar room. Matteo’s. y/n moves to sit up only to feel a hand on her chest gently coaxing her back down; realising it was Matteo, she complied. However, the slight movement was enough to provoke a protest from her stomach, tasting the unfortunately familiar bile in her mouth. Noticing this, Matteo produced a bucket from somewhere unbeknownst to y/n, sitting her up as gently as he could manage and pulling her hair out of her face.

Tears roll down her cheeks as she is greeted with her breakfast and anything else she hadn’t previously evicted from her stomach. Matteo’s hand rubbing comforting circles on her back, and his soothing words were the only thing grounding her while she cried and wretched. 

“You’re ok.”

“It’ll be over soon.”

“You’re so strong.”

“I’m here, princess.”

“All done?” he waited for a response, watching her face. Seeing her give a small nod in response, he handed her a cup of water, speaking softly. Here, swirl and spit it out. It’ll get rid of the taste.” He put the cup to her lips and tipped it slightly as she took a sip, spitting it into the bucket.

Setting the bucket aside, he lays back with her on his chest, arms wrapping around her in an attempt to soothe, careful not to put pressure on her stomach. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounded hurt and confused, she thought, guilt gnawing at her heart. 

“I don’t know. I just didn’t, I guess.” It was a lie, but they both knew that. She tried her best not to look at him, knowing that the second they locked eyes, the tears that she had tried her hardest to avoid would spill out. Her resolve could only handle so much, and the disappointment and concern from Matteo would be her breaking point. 

As if sensing her thoughts, he lightly held her chin, angling her face towards his own, looking directly at her now glassy eyes. Had this not been a sombre moment, he’d compliment and relish in the beauty that her eyes become in soft moments like these when they are entirely raw and open with one another. He wanted to know what was going on inside her mind, and with one word he did. “Why?”

She broke down, tears falling freely down her face and into his shirt, muffled apologies falling from her lips. It wasn’t until he caught some faint words that, on a normal day, he would have missed leaving her mouth. “I didn’t want to disappoint them.”

The statement broke his heart. Ever since he met her, she has always been a perfectionist, trying to live up to her family name since she was born, and in a family of overbearing overachievers, it was hard not to feel that way. The words break and rest were simply not in their vocabulary, it being a lesson that the group had tried years to help her with, all ultimately failing unless it was him. Unfortunately, that meant she knew to avoid him in situations such as these, fearing if her parents discovered she was doing something other than studying, even if ill, they’d disown her. 

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. Just focus on my voice. Don’t cry.” He hugs her closer to his chest. “If you cry, I’ll cry.” This makes her giggle, which in turn makes her retch. “You ok? Do you need the bucket?” Shaking her head, no, y/n whispers, “I’m ok.” taking a sip of water.

“Remember. Small sips. Anything more will make you sick again.” He sighs, leaning back. y/n followed him quickly, wanting nothing more than to sleep it off and act like nothing had happened come morning. 

“Don't cry, princess, everything will work out. I’ll make sure of it. I pinkie promise.” He says, holding out his finger. Smiling, y/n locks her finger with his. “And I have never broken a pinkie promise, right?” She nods into his chest, a smile stuck on her face.

“I will always be here for you. Don’t you ever forget that.” He presses a kiss to her head, fingers combing through her hair, as he feels her start to dose off. “I’m not perfect. But I’ll change the universe to make sure your life is.”

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 <𝟥

[annsvogue]

𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑔𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝟤𝟦/𝟩 𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓋𝒾𝒶 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 '𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓅𝒶𝒹 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒾𝒻 𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉

[h0ttie2000s]

𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 #^_^#❀✩★

[bunnitenshi]

𝒮𝑒𝓍 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 🪞👑

★ Capricorn MC may be famous on social media, for being a lewd streamer or cam model.

★ North Node at 8° may be talented at earning money through seducing people. Such as being a sugar baby or escort.

★ Lilith in Leo in 3h don’t do “Fly Me To You” and may dance/strip at local clubs. 3h rules short distances.

★ Mercury sextile Venus also may do sex work in or around their hometown. They likely don’t have many opportunities to travel and don’t have much luck in online sex work.

★ Pluto in Sagittarius may travel to do sex work in another country, and perhaps marry or have a sugar daddy in that area.

★ Moon at 22° placements often spend years in sex work, or start when they’re 18 or 19 years old.

★ Venus trine Pluto placements may have strived for a career as a fashion model before venturing into sex work.

[the-port-mafia]

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒?

[iiseult]

⚜️ 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ⚜️

❥ 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 - 𝒪𝒫𝐸𝒩

❥ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

❥ 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊

❥ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝐼𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒. 𝐼’𝓂 𝟣𝟫, 𝓊𝓈𝑒 ��𝒽𝑒/𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁. 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓉!

𝕴𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖝/𝕬𝖘𝖐 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

❥ 𝟣𝟪+ 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉!

❥ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈, 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈, 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓈, 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑜𝒻.

❥ 𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒.

❥ 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒜𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒!

❥ 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉, 𝒮𝒜, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝓃𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶, 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶.

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

• 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓈 (𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟦) - 𝒲. 𝒜. 𝑀𝑜𝓏𝒶𝓇𝓉

• 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑀.𝒟. - 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒

• 𝐼𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 (𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟦) - 𝐿𝓊𝒹𝓌𝒾𝑔 𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓃

• 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 - 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒹𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝒱

• 𝒦𝒩𝒴/𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 - 𝐻𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓏𝓊𝓀𝒶, 𝒢𝓎𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑜

• 𝐿𝒪𝒯𝑅/𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓉 - 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝒾, 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝒾𝓁

• 𝐿𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 - 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓁𝓇𝒶𝓈, 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒 (𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔)

• 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇 (𝒜𝓃𝓃𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝒸𝑒) - 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇

• 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 - 𝒥𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀

[thelittlestrcse]

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈.” - Margaery Tyrell

King Robert’s successful reign ensured peace in the realm, and the Highgarden Masquerade played a role in maintaining it. By encouraging families from all across the realm to eat, drink, and be merry, it aided in fostering friendly relations across the land.

As the night of the Harvest Moon neared, Highgarden was already bustling with masquerade festivities. Families, great and small alike, had been arriving for days now from all across the seven kingdoms, and people had packed the capital to the brim. 

With so many families in the capital, all drinking and dancing, who knows what might happen? What kind of scandals could occur, and how many secrets could people reveal?

this is currently a closed group verse for the Highgarden Masquerade ball. Eat, drink, and be merry and enjoy yourselves as the festivities begin. the list of taken muses is down below.

please track the tag: gv | 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢 list of taken muses: trysta tyrell, sansa stark, alicent hightower, jacerys targaryen, brienne of tarth, theon greyjoy, cregan stark, sandor clegane, daemon targaryen, daeron targaryen, domeric bolton, willas tyrell, aegon targaryen, garrett hightower, margaery tyrell, olenna tyrell, jon snow

graphic by: @dracaryse

[simlocker]

Air Jordan XIV🧙🏽‍♂️

𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐿𝒰𝒟𝐸𝒮:

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️𝐼𝒩𝐹𝒪:

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈

𝒞𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓁

Infant -𝐸𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝐿𝑜𝒹𝓈

𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝒽

𝒯𝒪𝒰:

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂🚫

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃🚫

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃🚫

(𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝑀𝒞𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔/𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹)

𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒩𝐿𝒪𝒜𝒟 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 🔱

[antis-for-real-justice]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔?

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑔𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Translation:

The amount of ignorance you need to have, to think it's acceptable to use someone else's art, especially a closed species and then not pay for the work that your essentially stealing?

You are disgusting

[yurinaa-world]

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉; 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒!

💫| 𝒮𝒽𝑒/𝐻𝑒𝓇 | 💫𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒴𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 |

💫𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇: 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔.

💫|𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 | 𝒦𝑜-𝒻𝒾 | 𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓎 | 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 |

💫|𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒𝒹𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉| 2

💫|𝐻𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉| 2 | 3 | 4

💫|𝒲𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈|

💫|𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒|

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓈/𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

💫800 𝐹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉; 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 (Closed)

💫1000 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉: 𝒜𝓃 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒾𝒶 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎: coming soon

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈

✧*:･ﾟ✧:･yurinna yapping session･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ Yurinna's Writing :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟYurinna's thought's*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

© 𝓎𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒶-𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 2024. 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎, 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒻𝓎, 𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊

[oceanables]

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉

[zafrinaxyz]

⟡ ℕ𝔸❜𝕍𝕀 ⟡

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[strawberryspritzy]

𝒪𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝒜𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝒯𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

I've had Butcher Vanity on REPEAT and wanted to make some art inspired by it and god it really helped me out an art slump.

You should all go check out the creators and composers of the song, highly recommend them 🎵