#IMMA GO WALLOW

[thesoulsofthedarned]

So uh, I tried pulling for Mualani and… uh…

yeah i lost. Somewhat predictably, since I only had enough for like 120 pulls. My sibling was hyping me up, saying there was a chance I could get her, but realistically I knew there was little to no chance. Anyways heres what I got:

Got a C1 Mona. Not too useless, the damage bonus could probably be nice for some of my characters. I only use her for my Ganyu freeze team so I doubt it’ll have THAT much utility.

Got a c3 Kachina. Don’t use her much but hey, could probably be fun. I don’t really know since I never bothered to read them. Sorry, rabbit miner.

Got a c5 Xinyan. Honestly the only thing i’m genuinely happy about. I wanna test her later and see how much damage she does, it’ll probably be super busted. I know that she deserves the investment :)

Overall, this was really my fault for believing i could win with such a limited amount of wishes. I thought I was stronger than this but apparently not. *Sigh*, at least I’ll be guaranteed Madame Ping… if she’ll even be playable… ha ha…

[thexuntamed]

somehow managed to delete the code on the new muse page so imma just...go cry and log off for tonight

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Ok, ok you don't need to write anything for this if you don't wanna, BUT I don't have anyone to talk yandere stuff with so imma rant about one of my favs here quickly.

So caramel arrow right? Her whole life as been working hard to be the best dark cacao warrior, even when she was younger or her dough would crack, she would train and when she was banished her loyalty never wavered. Not once.

Untill, she meets reader cookies during her banishment, let's say you left a little after she was banished bc you could see how bad things were getting there. So middle, middle you become friends and travel together protecting the villages and what-not.

But after a while carrow finds herself looking to the reader for emotional support and guidance during this time, so she ends up being just as [if not more] loyal to reader cookie than dark cacao cookie. [I mean, if dark cacao dosent want her back then why should she go?]

Because of that she has this big dilemma about her loyalty to the king vs to the reader, personally I imagine she would try to run away or force the reader to leave with her because her obsession would win against her loyalty to the dark cacao kingdom.

Anyway wall of text done ^^u I don't really write, so sorry if it's not verry readable.

Don't forget to drink water btw ^^

A Grip Too Strong

So initially I was confused when you mentioned like middle and stuff but I realized that I think you meant like- MC is a citizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. So I hope I'm getting that right, I'm just mentioning it just in case.

This is my first request in a while, so I kinda just randomly typed out whatever. So if the like point of view or just the general writing style isn't very story-like, that's on me. I literally just blabbered lmao

Another point I want to make is that Caramel Arrow isn't filling in her canonical role of the story. I just wanted to point that out because it'll make sense towards the end.

Tw: kidnapping, overly clingy (but also not??)

Caramel Arrow was extremely saddened and frustrated by her king's willingness to banish her under Affogato's untruthful tongue. She felt so alone without her comrades by her side and her job, which she had trained so vigorously for. Yet she carried on, her determination still brewing within her heart.

She was expecting to be alone for who knows how long. To her surprise, she finds one of her people while her usual patrol on a blizzard day. She had spotted the cookie every now and then in the citadel, but she didn't know them at all. She approached them, confused as to why they were leaving; after all, she is the most loyal to his majesty.

"May I question why you are leaving the kingdom?" Caramel Arrow puts away her bow, tapping the toe of her boots to get the extra snow off.

"Oh. You are Caramel Arrow Cookie, I assume? I'm not sure if you know this, but the Kingdom has been crumbling the last few months.." The cookie responds, shifting the pack on their back slightly.

"Oh no. It's probably under the hands of that sickening Affogato. Is it really that terrible?" Caramel Arrow makes a concerned face, wondering just how bad the kingdom's state is.

"The food is scarce, and the soldiers are slaving away trying to reinforce the wall. It's definitely taking a toll on every cookie within the citadel." They answered, glancing back at the wall that defended the citadel from the Licorice Sea.

"I see. What is your name?" Caramel Arrow changes the topic, not wanting to wallow in the negativity any longer.

"MC Cookie." They respond, making a small smile.

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Since then, MC and Caramel Arrow have travelled together. On the patrols, Caramel Arrow hunted the beasts, while MC gathered supplies or helped the villagers recover from the attacks. The two worked diligently as a team, surviving in the cold snowy lands outside the citadel.

After a few months, the two became good friends. They were each other's comfort during times of struggle. They opened up about each other's childhood stories or embarrassing moments. At night, they would stay up later than usual chattering about lots of topics. Although Caramel Arrow had been separated from her comrades, she found herself enjoying MC's presence a lot.

As their relationship with each other gets closer, Caramel Arrow continues to indulge in MC's presence. Soon, she confides in their comfort. She tells them her worries for the kingdom, and the sadness she feels for her king abandoning her; especially when she had been so loyal to him from a young age.

MC patted her shoulder, responding, "You have every right to feel sad and betrayed. The king might be meddling in problems he sees most important, like the wall. I'm sure the advisor doesn't help either. Your banishment is not your fault at all. It's a misjudgment on the king's end." MC makes proper eye contact with her, trying to properly communicate their thoughts to her.

The archer sighs, her posture a little deflated. She mumbles back, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I would be lying if I said it doesn't hurt though."

MC notices she was still a ball of sadness. They glance around in thought, trying to find something that could make her happy.

Snow.

"Can I ask..." MC hesitates, pausing for a single second. They continue, "Did you do snow fights when you were a kid?" They make a smile, kicking some of the thick snow.

Caramel Arrow was a little caught off guard but managed a grin. "Of course! What citizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom has never played a snowfight?"

Within minutes, the two cookies had two snow forts built and hurling snowballs at each other as fast they could. Perhaps childish, but the nostalgia was definitely there. Poor MC has to dodge as many snowballs as they can, Caramel Arrow has such an excellent aim. They laugh and banter at each other, a friendly competition rising.

Soon, they tire from the play, laughing at each other as they're both covered in snow. They're sat next to each other on a nearby log, still poking fun at each other.

"My fort was prettier than yours!" MC challenges, smiling so much they're mouth is getting tired.

"Well, mine was more practical for the actual thing! Decorations don't matter in the play of war!" Caramel Arrow laughs, slinging an arm around MC's shoulders.

"Still, at least mine was nice to look at!" They lean closer from the arm weighing down on their body. Their posture was slightly bent.

"Funny." She pauses, looking over at their face. "I'm glad you suggested the idea. It really reminds me of home..." She smiles, slightly sadly.

MC pats her back. "Don't get all mopey now, we're still at home. There's still a bunch of snow everywhere and the black sea full of ugly monsters." They try to comfort her with some humor.

She chuckles, "Yeah, you're right. We're still at home."

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As the Cookies of Darkness and Affogato were overthrown by Gingerbrave and his companions. Caramel Arrow was given an invitation to return to the kingdom once more as a Watcher. MC was overjoyed for her, knowing she could finally be happy again. They themselves were ready to return back to the kingdom since the overall state was much better than prior.

But to everyone's surprise, Caramel Arrow refuses to go back inside the citadel. She refuses to let MC move back within the citadel. She wanted to explore the world and spend her days having with them.

"Caramel Arrow, this is our home. We can't just leave it. Everything's okay now. You can get your job back!" MC pleaded, trying to convince Caramel Arrow that they should return.

"Why? That place no longer feels like home. The betrayal, has affected me in ways I've never felt before." She explains, shaking her head. The frown on her face only supplemented her disappointment.

"I know that but- but you can start anew! Your comrades miss you! You protect the kingdom greatly. They need you, Caramel Arrow." MC tries to reason, taking her hand with their gloved one.

"MC, that's not what I want in life anymore. This isn't home for me. You're my home. I want to explore the world, and have fun with you. Only you. If I have to suffer, I want to suffer with you." She firmly states, pulling them closer to her.

"...But I don't want to leave! I'm not meant to travel the world. I like home." MC grows a bit panicked, finding her behaviour abnormal. Didn't she love her homeland? Wasn't her loyalty to the king?

"Don't worry, you are. I'm always with you. I'll protect you." She picks up MC swiftly, putting them over her shoulder. She immediately starts to trudge away from the citadel. The Sun's gleam beating down on the two.

"H-Hey! Let me down! Caramel Arrow! Listen to me!" MC struggles against her, but her grip is too strong.

Just like her loyalty to them. Too strong.

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Idc how buff you are, that girl is a buff kween and will absolutely pick you up.

This kept expanding and expanding as I wrote help- I didn't expect it to be this long. I have homework to do lmao.

But I really liked this one! The chronological order helped me adjust to writing again.

Comments and thoughts, you may blabber all you want.

- Celina

[edwadio]

hi❤️ imma keep it short because i dont mean to wallow in self pity or trauma dump, but long story short my life is a total mess rn, and i feel like my body dysmorphia is the one thing ruining my life(i dont wanan go to school, work, leave the house etc because of that) and ive known about manifesting for years but cant seem to manifest physical appearance. could u pls tell me what i can do, maybe ive overconsumed info, idk. like ill just follow the steps u tell me, and wont read anything else, and maybe u have tips for appearance specifically, i avoid mirrors because i spiral because of them, so ye thats all! I love your blog and i would be so incredibly grateful if u could help me xxx ❤️

hi!!! well, manifestation of appearance is no different than manifestation of anything else.

start with what you would like to change in your appearance, define exactly in your imagination the image of yourself in which you are already a person who looks exactly as you want. ex: you can imagine yourself looking in the mirror as a person who already has your dream look.

once you know what you look like as the person who has your desire then allow yourself to accept that this is your actual and true appearance in 4D. trust yourself and KNOW that you are the creator in your one true world(4D) who has already created your ideal image of yourself.

once you accept and know that you are your desire in 4D then live in a neutral world(3D) with the knowledge that it is a mirror that must reflect your fulfilled state.

don't expect change from 3D, don't look for anything here, just be your desire in 4D and persevere in it.

if 3D circumstances get you, let them pass through you, let yourself experience it(I beg you ppl don't suppress your emotions) and return to the fulfilled state then when you are ready. you can use methods to enter the state if you like, or you can just make decisions.

that's it

[sandeewithtwoe]

tell me about ur ocs brother /nf

Thank you for asking!!! I love my characters so much :D

Unfortunately I haven’t been drawing them recently, so most of my art are gonna have their old designs bleh. I also have a lot of OCs so I’m just gonna talk about the main four!

This is the main group of the story! In order, their names are Beatrice, Garah, Nick and Eli.

First off, Beatrice is a human who’s been closed off from the outside world by her kingdom because the entire planet has been overtaken by monsters. Humans were scared of this change and so they barricaded themselves from everyone else. Beatrice however, got bored of her home and decided to explore the world and make new friends.

She’s brave, impulsive, curious and optimistic. People at home didn’t really like her cause she’s a bit weird, so she got bullied a lot. Her dad also wasn’t the best at showing love, so she was miserable in the human society. She’s hoping that she’ll find a place that would accept her somewhere else.

Secondly, Garah!! She’s a goblin witch who really loves making random potions. She’s also able to do levitation magic, but it’s pretty weak, only able to pick up small objects. She wants to be able to make all the potions in all books.

She’s quick witted, creative, arrogant and sometimes over confident. Her backstory is kinda long but basically after her mom died from sickness, she decided to work in a shady bar. Then she got into an abusive relationship with her boss and got arrested by the police for stealing drugs. Beatrice and Nick broke her out of her cell.

Thirdly, Nick the goat man!! He’s like super strong and tough, also pretty big. He’s the tank of the group! He also dyed his hair blue and his pronouns are he/him

He was in love with his fiancé but then she died from a rare disease, so he got all depressed, lost his purpose in life. Instead of getting a life and move on he decided to go in a forest and wallow in his own self pity for like 2 years. He acts all serious and scary but he’s actually very antisocial and emotional.

And finally, here’s Eli the drow! He’s got healing powers and can move really fast (his anxiety gives him a boost lol). He’s also a big nerd and has read a lot A LOT of books as a kid, so he’s very knowledgeable about most things, although the real world is sometimes different from what he knows.

He is VERY anxious, cautious, kind and always follows his morals. He kinda sees the world in black and white, but he’s trying to learn how to break away from that mindset. After not being able to save his best friend’s life as a kid, he’s always willing to help those in danger.

They’re my babies, I love them!! Oh, I just realized I haven’t explained the plot yet. Well basically, they’ve accidentally found a crystal that gives very dangerous powers to whoever monster is touching it, so now they have to find a place where it would be safe from getting into the wrong hands. It’s like finding a tiny nuclear bomb and now you have to put it somewhere where nobody can find it.

OKAY THATS IT I HAVE MORE CHARACTERS (vilains) BUT THIS IS ALREADY LONG IMMA STOP HERE. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING ABOUT MY OCS <333

[estrellami-1]

Okay my love I’m sending you a sad and pathetic prompt and then a cutesy fluff prompt (I thought about just sending you the cute one, I feel like all I’m doing these last few days is feeling awful and not being very productive or fun to be around and I think I was just wallowing when I wrote that comment so absolutely feel free disregard this one if you want) this is the sad one, I was thinking more hurt/comfort vibes:

This is just basically self insert except it’s not me I’m inserting it’s my situation lol, one of their relatives passes away (not Wayne) and on top of that they have to find homes for their loved ones pets that they loved the most of anything in the world when everyone is just telling them to euthanize or that everywhere is full and they’re four states and 16 hours away from the pets so it’s not like they can go pick them up easily if at all, which causes them to get sick/throw up a ton from the sadness and anxiety about the situation - enter the other who takes care of them to make sure they don’t worry themselves to death (if anyone wants to come take care of me and maybe just give me about 3000 hugs a day we could make this a live action roleplay situation lol🥺)

(Sorry this is just me complaining pretty much, the other prompt will be cuter)

Oh my love, you’re allowed to feel bad and wallow. I’m so sorry this happened/is happening!! I can’t give you any real hugs but I’ll give you ALL the virtual hugs I can ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 1

Steve’s voice is trembling when he finally makes the call to Eddie. “Hey,” he manages, letting out a pathetic, airy laugh at how badly his voice shakes on that one word. “Um. Can. Can you come over?”

Eddie’s amazing, so he says, “I’ll be there in ten,” and he is. As soon as Steve opens the door, he murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Steve bites his lip, invites Eddie in. “Y’know how I never mention my parents?” Eddie hums. “But I always leave in the spring for a couple weeks?”

Eddie nods. “Your grandparents, right?”

Steve nods. Bites his lip again, looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “Um.” He sniffs. “My grandpa passed today.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for him until Steve shakes his head sharply. “What can I do?”

Steve huffs. “What can anyone do?” He wipes his face and begins to pace. “My grandma’s too old to stay on her own now, let alone with all the animals they’ve got, and of course it’s not like her own son would help, not when he could be in Cabo instead, finding new ways to cheat on my mom with his secretary or assistant or her secretary or who the fuck knows. And I want to help but I can’t leave Hawkins, not when everyone else is still here, and there’s still a chance, but it feels so selfish not to go when she needs me-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts softly, hands up between them. “Take a breath, man, it’ll be okay. I know you love your grandparents but this isn’t all on you, okay?”

Steve slumps back into the couch like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Says, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got animals out there.”

Eddie hums softly. “What did you say?”

“Animals. Pets. I can’t have them here so my grandparents have ‘em. I’ve got a dog and chickens and a horse and what ‘m I gonna do with them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises him.

Steve groans and stands up again, beginning to pace again. “They’re four states away, Eddie! I don’t have a horse trailer, I dunno anyone in Hawkins who has chickens so I dunno if that’s even allowed, and I can’t bring my dog here!” He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I guess the horse could go back to the neighbor, but they gave her to me for a reason, and I dunno what’s gonna happen to the chickens, and imma have to give the dog away, too, and get my grandma somewhere she can be taken care of, and fuck, there’s still the house-” he chokes on an inhale and a sob, standing still for a moment before he dashes through the house.

Eddie watches, wide-eyed, and follows when the sound of retching reaches his ears. “Oh, Stevie,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees beside him, hand hovering over his back. “Can I touch you? Rub your back?” Between gasping breaths, Steve nods, so Eddie puts a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “I know how scary this all seems right now, but you’re the strongest person I know, ‘sides Wayne, and you’ve got people who care about you and who’re gonna be here for you very step of the way, okay?”

The puppeteer cuts the strings once again, and Steve sags sideways into Eddie, trying to regulate his breathing, still quietly choking on his sobs. “Want me to call Birdie?” Eddie asks quietly, moving his hand to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shakes his head. Says, between breaths, “She’d panic.”

Eddie hums. “And you wanna be okay for her when she panics.” Steve nods. “Okay, I get that. I’m glad you called me.”

Steve sniffles. Eddie hands him some toilet paper. Says, after he’s blown his nose, “Feels like the world’s ending.”

Eddie thrown back into a memory from months ago. “If the world ends again, you know where I am,” he’d said. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, if Steve would call him. But they stayed friends, to the point where Steve calling him wasn’t quite the rarity it used to be, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so honored.

“And you called me,” he murmurs, back in the present day, knees sore from the bathroom tile. He knows they’re going to pop like an old man’s when he stands. He decides not to worry about that right now.

Steve nods. “Knew you’d come.”

“And I did,” Eddie nods. Rubs his hand up and down Steve’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Steve sniffs again. “Like shit.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. “I probably should’ve guessed. Ready to get up? Or wanna stay here for a minute?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” he says, but shifts to get up.

He stumbles a little when he stands, hissing. Eddie steadies him. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. Come rinse your mouth out, m’kay? We’re going back to bed. I’m gonna make a few calls, okay?”

Steve won’t look at him in the mirror. “Gonna leave?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Eddie swears. Steve meets his eyes for a brief second. Shakes his head. “Then I’ll stay until you get sick of me.”

Steve manages a shaky smile. “Not possible.”

Eddie sighs contentedly. “Rinse your mouth out,” he gently reminds him. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

When Steve’s in bed, Eddie turns to leave, then turns back just as quickly when Steve grabs his hand. “You’re not leaving?”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Not leaving. Just gonna make a quick call.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers, but his breathing picks up again, and Eddie changes his mind.

He bullies his way under the covers next to Steve, pulling him in until his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck and Eddie can rub his back. The call can wait until Steve’s asleep, so he can get back before Steve wakes up.

Steve’s world is ending. That’s every bit as important as the world itself ending. So Eddie resigns himself to stand guard over Steve’s dreams, keeping them happy as best he can.

I hope y’all liked this! The fic tag is the name (“#whentheworldends”) and my writing tag is “#starambles”. Remember I’m NOT doing a taglist for these, so subscribe to either to see where this goes next! Send me an ask with the next thing you want to happen in this fic!

[karlachismylife]

I woke up and the morning is already bad, so I'm gonna go wallow and finish answering my asks and then dunno what (I stash replies in drafts to post them close) so if anyone wants to do this ask game now would be good time

Although I like that one a lot so it's pretty much always welcome but yeah Imma leave it like that. Have a nice day comrades!!

[hughesmedicine]

Just a bunch of swifties part 6 | T. Zegras

trevor zegras x !hughes reader

jabosml(masterlists)

I don’t think I can wait till eras tour cause I miss this series but this takes place hours before the show!

also doing this for taylor day and my fellow swifties🫶🏻( ily all so much)

yourusername:

liked by trevorzegras,jamie.drysdale, taylorswift and others. (also yes I’m aware that I used the wallows, their style just fits well and I’m limited on pictures so🫡)

yourusername: I didn’t style them but hey<3

tagged: trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, _alextorcotte

trevorzegras: I think our outfits look amazing! Thanks for being our personal photographer babe

| jamie.drysdale: this girl has a deep hatred for stripes I swear

| yourusername: I actually love stripes and think they go with everything but sometimes it’s better to dress more up sir! and your welcome love🫶🏻

| _alextorcotte: we look hot either way

| jamie.drysdale: true

| trevorzegras: yep!

| yourusername: you guys need humbled.

colecaulfield: y/n we have to go to a concert again!!

| yourusername: yes please!! Miss my best concert buddy!

| colecaufield: I’ll text you to figure out details!!

| jackhughes: you should have dressed them

| yourusername: I KNOW BUT THEY'RE ARE TOO STUBBORN.

| jackhughes: sounds about right

taylorswift: omg you and the boys look so good! Can’t wait to see you tonight <3

| trevorzegras: I’m um did she just??

| _alextorcotte: she did, imma pass out

| trevorzegras: update: him and jamie just did

| yourusername: trevor laughed at them

| trevorzegras: babe I told you not to tell anybody but it’s only fair since they kept recording me fainting!

| yourusername: okay fair

_quinnhughes: jack, luke and I are almost there then we can head over!!

| yourusername: can’t wait this is so exciting!🤭

| lhughes_06: it’ll be the best concert ever🫵

| yourusername: yep!!🙏

[zaimta]

T.M.I

zai says: i think imma release these every friday, when the other ones come out yall will be able to tell that this was the first one i did also i'm gon milk this arc till the day i die n y'all know this

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you looked in the mirror in disgust, you hated what you saw, nothing but a broken person who couldn't even stay true to what they believed in. nothing more than a puppet being toyed with by the puppet master.

you and freed walked side by side to the church, he could tell you were feeling a slight amount of guilt but he had yet to figure out something that was bothering him “y/n. it’s clear that laxus will only listen to you at this point. but maybe he is beyond that point…however, i must ask why haven’t you told him to call this all off? it’s clear you don’t want much to do with this. so why y/n? why do you fight for something you don’t believe in?”

“because i-”

“damnit!” you shouted at the memory flooding your brain, you clutched your head looking down at your feet, and you then felt tears streaming down your cheek “why wasn’t i strong enough? i’m pathetic.”

back then you knew the answer to his question and you still do now, your guilt was eating you alive not allowing you to think clearly

your arms fell slack by your sides and you fell to your knees, tears still streaming down your cheeks

“maybe i’m just a fool freed.” he sent a smile your way his eyes screamed pity, just a pitiful glare for a shameful idiot and you hated every second of it.

“i should have done more back then, anything would have been better than this outcome. i was too weak to stop it, i was just a love-sick fool who was blinded by that fact. after all this time did he even love me back? was i following him blindly just for him to not even love me back?” despite all the fond memories you made your doubts triumph over everything you knew and what he told you.

shame flooded your mind, you felt embarrassed to feel this way, to wallow in your own shame and regret. these feelings were all too familiar to you and you hated every last second of it, every pitiful millisecond was nothing short of hell to you, he was long gone and out of your life but yet your doubts in your relationship still followed you.

“please…make it stop.” you mumbled weakly as if your pleas would be heard while your tears flowed like a river.

“because i loved him. no matter how many people i had to hurt i wanted to see him happy again.”

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry stupid self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts

you don’t know but you picked yourself and decided to go to the guild hopefully some time around your friends would do you some good, and there it was again the pitty glances, you smiled throughout them all but there was only so much you could take.

you went to an empty table to clear your thoughts and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up bracing for those words “how are you holding up?” lucy spoke to you as if you were fragile and you could break at any second, or that’s what it felt like to you anyway. you snatched your shoulder away from her grip and sent her a glare “im fine. why does everyone treat me like i’m some fragile thing?”

bet you wish you never asked sorry if i made you sad at least you know now where i'm at

you dropped your shoulders suddenly aware of how tense you were, you groaned and ran a hand down your face “shit. i’m sorry lucy i’m just…tired.”

“y/n im sorry i didn’t mean to-” you cut the celestial mage off “no it’s not your fault you were just trying to check on me.” you felt something run down your cheeks, we’re you crying? after all this time an ‘are you okay’ was what it took to get to you. you excused yourself and headed into the bathroom, it was pathetic you felt like a failure crying in a public restroom. you were nothing more than a waste of space who couldn’t have anything go your way.

“it’s all my fault. maybe if i was more firm?? who am i kidding maybe if i said something anything he still would have been here.” you think to yourself causing your tears so flow like a river down your face.

you looked in the mirror and saw the weakest person you ever saw, and it took everything in you not to smash that mirror.

“y/n?” evergreen said while knocking on the bathroom door “im coming in okay?” she walked into the bathroom and noticed the tears on your cheeks and she wordlessly wiped them away and sighed “what am i going do with you n/n? we’ve got to get you a better coping mechanism” she chuckled quietly at her own joke, she pulled down her dress so it was at least covering her legs and sat on the floor, she patted the spot next to her with a gentle smile inviting you to sit. you wordlessly sat next to her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“i know this is hard on you right now, but you can’t keep pushing us away we’re here for you…freed told me how you have been feeling.” you sighed deeply “so you know everything?” she shook her head “i only know freed’s assumptions, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but you can’t keep letting your emotions eat you alive it’s not healthy for you y/n.”

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, you broke the silence with a small sigh and began opening up to evergreen about how you’ve been feeling “i feel like it’s all my fault ever…i feel like i could have done more maybe if i said something this whole thing wouldn't have happened or maybe he wouldn’t have been kick out of the guild” you pull your knees closer to your chest as you speak “i loved him ever, and now i might not even see him again.”

evergreen rested her hand on yours with a soft smile, you looked at her and her eyes didn’t scream pitty nor did they feel as if they were looking down at you and it was comforting “you don’t have to be guilty for anything y/n, we all made the choice to follow his plan…and he’s quite the ambitious man you know that, no matter what he would have seen his plan through till the end.”

you returned the smile “yea you’re right” the smile didn’t reach your eyes and she knew that, she knew you needed time how much time was all up to you however.

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry super self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts if you knew me better, you would like me worse t.m.i

[chris-continues]

Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

[kindred-spirit-93]

*succinct & eloquent opening line. maybe a clever joke or quote* :D

do you ever sit there and contemplate your life choices after like a certain experience or a talk with a loved one?

do you ever come across a quote or a piece that seems like it was written for you in this particular moment in time? an anecdote that mirrors your current situation perhaps?

well im currently going through it & after a double whammy of mama lore TM during some resurfacing anxious & assorted crises, i dont even know what im going through anymore. but we shared a really sweet heart to heart and reminisced over good and less good times aw!

i am reminded that there is still much to life, light to be sought and found, good times yet to be had. its bittersweet. its mature. its scary? its like coming to terms with your mortality but on a smaller scale. or bigger whos to say...

i wont be venting anything, i think for now at least im content to vague post lmao. also my dad bought me some stress eating treats so i might need to go wallow in my feels for a bit

after i jinxed myself by saying im going on hiatus but failing to stay off the website lol (i had moot withdrawl symptoms sue me), i wont be repeating the same mistake, but with context clues i trust u can see where im going with this

it might sound presumptious to state so confidently that this next month of my life will be the hardest in my career, especially since im not even half way there yet, but the truth of the matter is that it is.

ive been struggling for well over a year now (mostly academically) and im both succeeding in places i didnt before (alhamdulillah!) but failing in the exact same places elsewhere. guys i may have anxiety lol

self fulfilling prophecies, nocebo effect, whatever it is & regardless of what you want to call it, its rough. its hard. im tired. theres still so much left and im tired. i shouldnt be this tired. or this empty. or careless. what have i let myself become? why am i punishing myself still?

this coming month will dictate the rest of my future and ill have no one to blame but myself if i let the opportunity slip through my fingers. but if all goes well inshallah i can put this all behind me and start anew so theres that silver lining :D

i kinda lost direction of this post about half an hour ago lol. my point is im going to try harder at balancing several life aspects bc i really cant put it off any more. i need to establish balance because ive been out of the loop for too long now. *shudders in python*

anyways there are plenty of things i have to work on, both in my studies and life, so i have that going for me *party kazoo noises*

id love to grace you all with some wise words or a life lesson or something but i dont have a neat one liner to sum up anything. despite that im writing this because sometimes letting thoughts float in my head isnt enough, i need to articulate and write it out because to let them roam in the vast expanses of my mind under the pretense that i achieved something is frankly silly as it is counterproductive.

a n y w a y , to anyone and everyone reading take care of yourselves and your loved ones. i wish everyone the best in life and in their endeavours. i will probably pop back in every now and again to catch up on messages and make sure everyone is alive and nothing burned down. i will however attempt to exert self control. (key word: attempt)

aight imma head out before i get too emotional or combust with the need to say something stupid like i love you be more unserious XD

[platonicmoonwater00]

STORY TIMMEEMEMEEE(literally js a huge trauma dump, if youre not up to it pls scroll<3)

TW DEATH

so yknow i woke up to my mum and dad being out of the house and my mums best friend who lives in greece and was visitng us for a day was still at the house which was weird cos shed been raving about him coming over for ages but whatever.

i checked on find my where they were when i got up and their phones were in an adjacent suburb(this wasnt strange cos like its right next door youd have to go through it to go to many places but i did think it was a little odd that they were in the same place cos theyre very fond of each other/s) so i was like oh whatever.

then at 9:54am i got this text from my best friend

hey "my name" my mum just spoke to your mum and i just want to make sure your okay. Im really sorry about what happened and if you ever need anyone to talk to im here ❤️ ily and again im really sorry to hear, wishing you and your family the very best 💗💗🫶

so naturally i was like

WTF

i didnt reply tho, instead i texted my mum

hey what did you talk to "friends name" mum about?

she called me and she was like dont ask your friend imma be home in a few minutes

and her tone made it clear something bad had happened(like we've never before had a death in the family while i was alive but it was clear to me that someone had passed away from the way she was talking). i checked where my parents were again and their phones were still in this suburb. at this point i was like oh shit cos my cousing(we'll call her sarah, shes 28) lives in that suburb and shes the only family member who lives in our state so it like made sense that my parents would be the ones there cos her parents live in the next state along. so at that point i was like pretty sure something happened to her.

anyways my mum didnt get home a few minutes later, it was like 40 minutes, in which i js kinda wallowed in dread thanks for that mum.

anyway she got home and was like very hesitant to tell me and she basically was like

"so me and your dad both went for separate bike rides this morning. i came back....."

solid few second pause(DID HE NOT COME BACK WTF WHY'D YOU PAUSE????)

"...and then he came back and got a phone call"

JESUS YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT SOONER

"and it was from your uncle."

so at this point im like oml sarah

"and jacob died in his sleep last night"

it was my other cousin and turns out my parents had gone to tell sarah about her brother.

pls dont be cryptic when telling people about someones death, ive mourned three people(dad, sarah, jacob) today when only one passed away. also the fact that my friend knew before i did???

rip the bandaid off, dont leave people guessing

[catdemontraphouse]

Yo hold up wtf…

I never noticed this, thoughts?

In this scene if I’m not mistaken(which I could be as I haven’t read it forever) Sebastian was threatening to take Ciel’s soul after he started to question if he should give up revenge against the cult. (This whole discussion is kinda void if he did not try to eat Ciel during this interaction and only threatened to kill him, but I recall he at least acted like he would eat him)??

Does Sebastard have to make a contract with someone in order to take their soul? Or can he just do that to anyone? Because if that’s the case that he can only take a contracted soul after the agreement terms are met… if Ciel were to annul the contract and release the contractor from having to complete the work order doesn’t that mean the originally required payment is no longer a valid expectation? 🤨I mean, their contract said you help me get revenge and when it’s over u can kill me and eat my sorry ass. So if Ciel giving up means a breach of contract… how tf can Sebastian still be like ok kid imma kill u now? Is it just cuz he feels he can do whatever he wants if the contract is annulled? Ok so why make a contract to begin with then… wtf just let the kid wallow in his sorrow for a while and then eat him (not that I think that’s nice or ok obviously LOL) like why not say “Ouu I will help u to be nice” and then kill him when u get tired of it, rather than saddle urself with rules? That action implies only being able to eat a client lol

Did they ever set any terms for if someone breaks the uh, idk butler lease as it were, early?? Is there some settlement for Sebastard if Ciel decides to abandon his revenge? Or would it just mean he could manipulate him about “wasting his brother’s soul being a sacrifice” and nothing more? What I’m saying is how can he threaten to take Ciel’s soul when he didn’t fulfill the contract because it’s been canceled… doesn’t it just mean Sebastian keeps the initial down payment of all the cult mf’ers evil souls or watever? He didn’t finish the job… the complete payment was to be released after the work was complete. Ok so maybe Ciel has to pay some kind of legal price for terminating the contract unfairly or watever, but I would expect it still to not be the full soul as described in the contract.

“Oh this is stupid it’s not a literal contract it’s a demons pact literary device boohoo” ya ok but whatever I don’t care I want to play layman’s court with y’all and have a needlessly in-depth discussion abt it🙄if Ciel fires Sebastian does he owe his evil adopted dad type thing some stock in Funtom or some money for a cat or something? Does Sebastian take partial ownership of the soul I mean wtf is going on here honestly

[greatunironic]

Hi! I hope 2024 is treating you well. For the wip game, I'm very intrested in your martian au if you don't mind sharing a bit. The secret fourth thing is also very intriguing. ;)

okay as much as i love my "martian au" you're getting secret fourth thing!! it's actually dumb joke of a title, because over on the bird app i hit a follower milestone at the beginning of the year and offered a poll with fic ideas to write as a little thank you -- and the option "a secret fourth thing" was picked!!

so imma be annoying and not go into any detail beyond offering a snippet here behind the cut...

After his dreams of finally going pro went tits up at twenty-three with a stray fly ball, a week long stint at Banner, and the concluding diagnosis of never gonna get the hearing in his hearing back, so sorry, don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way home, Steve had retreated from winter training in Phoenix back to Hawkins like a dog with his tail between his legs. His parents hadn’t sold the family home yet — they’d been trying but something about the market, he didn’t quite catch it; his dad had never looked Steve in the face when he spoke to him before, so why start now? — but they’d graciously allowed their fuck-up of a college drop-out kid a chance to get his feet under him before it did. Mainly, he figured people would talk: it had been small but SI had done a whole article on him in the aftermath, so the optics wouldn’t have been great for them in the long run. He’d been given a few days to wallow before the kids started trying to break into his house to get him out of bed. Chief Hopper caught them halfway through their one and only successful attempt, shooed them on their way, and then completed the job.

[edwadio]

hi dear ♡

can you please make a post about how to manifest desired appearance, i love your perspective of law,,

have a nice day ! lotz of luv <3

hi!!! i already answered the question about manifestation of appearance quite thoroughly. here you go

[raetttriestowrite]

First & Last Lines

Rules: Post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted. WIPs are welcome. Not super strict!!

I was tagged by @mirrorthoughts so thank you! Everything I've posted is from Bless This Mess, This Mess Is Mine series so let's see how this looks all laid out. 😂

I'll Keep You Like An Oath - Part 13 Booker recognises the flashbang for what it is as soon as it's tossed into the room, closing his eyes and bracing without a moment's hesitation. - Booker would do anything, here and now, to keep that.

When the Lonesome Whistle Cries - Part 12 Desmond comes out of sleep to the low murmur of voices somewhere in the room and the smell of coffee on the air. - Every thought is molasses slow and syrupy and Desmond. Sleeps.

I'm Standing Here Until You Make Me Move - Part 11 The world is still fuzzy at the edges, hard to grasp. - His apartment in Paris is obviously compromised, and he'll need something set up for when he needs to leave.

You'll Find a Man Once Lost at Sea - Part 10 It had never really clicked before, but Desmond is realising now that he's not very good at taking orders. - Previous offer stands if anything else comes up.

Take the Photographs and Still Frames in your Mind - Part 9 The Victor Safehouse turns out to be a somewhat ramshackle building at the edge of Tsaritsyn, a town which is itself just outside of Volgograd, Russia. - Your suite in Rome is no longer empty.

After I Count Down, Three Rounds - Part 8 With nothing better to do than wallow in his own guilt and misery, Booker spends 6 months testing the limits of his liver. - Shit, he thinks, blinking at the view, the floor to ceiling windows are a nice fucking touch.

Isn’t There A White Knight Upon A Fiery Steed - Part 7 The temple hums around him, alive with power. - He doesn't need to know which name is the right one, if he knows that.

I Am The Opposite Of Amnesia - Part 6 They drive until dawn, crossing the border into Germany and continuing on. - "Sure, count me in. Not like I've got anything better to do for a while."

And So He Wandered Down The Road - Part 4 Desmond is sitting in what must be the most uncomfortable chair known to man, staring at the woman he's been running from for fucking months, and feeling like a god damned idiot. - "Yeah," he says; steady, steady, "Just get us out of Amsterdam."

Killing Idiots from Acre to Dumbass - Part 3 Altaïr is a novice the first time he sees her. - Altaïr files that away in his mind - another piece of this puzzle - and hums.

hmm. idk what to make of that. i cant even recognise any patterns O.o but! there you go! 😊 imma tag @frogwithapen, @tkwritesdumbassassins and anyone else who wants to do it!