#You deserve to eat laugh cry everything T^T

[mine-loves]

Trigun Stampede | s01e04

“No matter how heavy a cross you carry, you still deserve to eat, you still deserve to laugh.”

[webbluvrsugar]

you asked for requests and you shall recieve my baby!

i’m obsessed with the idea of ethan x popular!bimbo! reader. she’s always dressed to the nines, loves pink, smells so sweet and he’s just so obsessed with her

a/n: omg!!! yesyesyes, Ethan would sooooo freak out with a bimbo r!! and also ty so much, saved my life T-T

Ethan Landry and his pretty bimbo girlfriend!

Ethan never truly understood what he did to deserve you.

Seriously, he just didn't get it.

He was only a nerd, a geek obsessed with horror movies, a mundane overshadowed guy — if you don't count the massive killing he does at night — he's just a normal person, some would even say boring.

And you... you're everything. You're popular, always circled by a big group of friends, always wearing pretty pink little outfits, always wearing large heels that sometimes get you taller than him, and honestly, he doesn't mind it, he stands proudly next to you when you're walking with him, likes it when your hair flies all over his face and he can scent the mix of sweets you put on as perfume today, likes to identify if you're wearing strawberry or passionfruit - but sometimes, he can tell which one by your outfits.

Plus, he's a good boyfriend, he doesn't think he's all that but you always tell him so when honestly he's just doing the bare minimum to keep a girl like you. He holds your hair out of the way when you're eating so it doesn't get stuck in your gloss, he holds your hand when going up the stairs so you don't fall, he makes sure your makeup is removed after you've had too many drinks so you don't complain the next day, and truthfully, he likes this lifestyle.

How couldn't he? He's obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the cheerful smiles, the pink lipstick stains on his neck, the way you laugh, the way you bounce on him and make his eyes roll back like he's the best dick you've ever had, the way you leave rings of lipstick on the base of his cock, the way you kiss him in front of everyone just to make him blush.

But especially, he likes it when you're a brat, when you cry and shout and act pissed at him, just for the pleasure of pinning you on those sheets, pulling your hair and give you what you've been wanting all day.

"If — if you wanted dick, y´could´ve said so," he grinds into you slowly, the same loving way he shows you affection off bed. "No need to be a bitch." he grunts, pace quickening as he shoves your head down on the sheets.

"I'll always give you what you need, hm?"

And sometimes, he even believes he's a good boyfriend.

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: noncon hinted, hinted somno, creampies, sexual fantasies, masturbation, fem! afab reader, forced impregnation, stalker behavior, dead dove do not eat

MDNI.

It rained today; it had rained the day before as well. But today was different - at least, for Simon it was. The usual scent of cigarette the reeked around the neighborhood was washed away by the sweet, fresh fragrance of rain. He couldn't fucking sleep for the life of him, too accustomed to his shitty, inflexible work schedule. Sleep for three hours, wake up, report in, missions, come back, standing duty, work out. It was a filthy, scrambled jumble of a schedule that made his brain hurt.

His only luxury was the reservation of his civilian life.

Didn't socialize. Hell, he barely even glanced at someone's face for longer than a few seconds - didn't need to. He had already memorized their features for as long as he deemed important. Which is how he got to finding you.

You, his pretty little neighbor. You were all too fucking sweet for a bastard like him to have such possessive fantasies about. Spend the day time outside, tending to a garden, barbequing, reading a book while bathing in the sun. Your reading glasses were a cute look for you, as was everything else.

And in the evening, when you got to cooking, you'd prop open your kitchen window and let the food cool down. The sound of your dishes being scrubbed could be heard from his own yard - it's not eavesdropping if you're so got damn loud, darling. You yammer to your friend about life, work, the bullshit you experience and the guy who tried to get in your pants last week.

Oh, a pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to tell such vulgar stories. And Simon knows it's wrong to listen. He really does have morals, and respect, and chivalry. Sure, it's hard to prove that when he's fisting his hung cock. Muffling his grunts with sucks of air and shaky exhales.

Your laugh makes his cock twitch, and your sweet little "Mhmm"s make his tip leak with bitter tasting pre. He's sure he'd taste awful, splattered in your mouth. He was sure that you were spoilt on the delicacy meals you'd make in your kitchen. Simon wouldn't force you to endure something so cruel. He'd let his cream fill your cunt, holding your hand while you cry through your orgasm, because he is a gentleman.

Realistically, Simon probably couldn't last long. Especially given the way he busted in his pants the one time you came over to the fence, leaning over it with a hop on your ladder. Gave him a great view of your tits, something you had to be aware of as you begged him to give you some of the oranges from his tree.

'Course, he complied, who was he to reject his sweet little thing?

But love, when you initiate something like that, don't be surprised when the creep at your work randomly disappears. And when you wake up to the window you left open last night closed shut, and your panties full of a sticky white liquid. If they were even still on, you'd be lucky to have some dirty panties left.

You figured, you were a sleep walker. So innocent you are. Go to the doctor about all the "discharge" leaking out of you, not even questioning the throb against your cervix and imagining they were just some cramps from an upcoming period. One that never would come. And only when he hears you sobbing while waiting for one of your pies to cool down will he approach, very sweetly asking what's wrong. Leaning by your window well you break the news to him. You're gonna be a mother, and you don't even know the father. You've been abstinent for months!

Much to your surprise, your neighbor, generously offers to help. Because baby, he gets those combat paychecks; money isn't an issue for him. Simon would generously help you, from the bottom of his heart, with no ill intent, of course.

The military offered great family benefits, after all.

ahh </3 I haven't written in so long :T

anyways i wanted to try writing somno stuff because why not.

[tofuxtea]

𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 | 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 + 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — buggy the clown x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, cockwarming, authority kink, ‘sir/captain’ kink, bondage, riding, lap-sitting, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, buggy is a sadist, teasing, praise, creampie, use of “sweet pea” and “sweetheart”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 1k words. i remember the vile thoughts i thunk when i saw live action buggy in that goddamn chair and one of them was how badly i wanted to be sitting in his open ass lap. so yeah this is based off of that, y’all can thank my brain for this one![kinktober m.list]

“did i tell you you could move?”

his voice was mocking and stern, cutting through the quiet like a dagger. it forced your spine impossibly straighter where you sat in buggy’s lap, drawing a strained whine from your throat.

though you weren’t even looking at him — your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to still your aching, trembling thighs, you could see the shit-eating grin he wore as he laughed at you.

“i asked you a question, sweet pea.” buggy’s gloved hand flew up and caught your jaw in a tight hold, eliciting a garbled cry from you. he forced your gaze down into his, his pupils dilating at the sight of tears gathering in your eyes. he cooed gently, granting you a sliver of hope that he would actually take pity on you.

after all, he’d been so cruel to you for the past hour. you deserved it, right? keeping yourself so still in his lap with your hands tied behind your back while you kept his cock nice and warm inside of your pretty pussy. you were working so hard to please your captain, yet he still scrutinized even the slightest give of your thighs and taunted you like this.

his eyebrows raised, slightly creasing his face paint, and he shook his head with obvious expectation. when no response looked to be forming on your pouted lips, his jaw tightened. his hand, detached from his wrist, circled around behind you and grasped your overlapping wrists, lifting your arms back up to your shoulder blades.

you cried out as your chest puffed out, a fat tear rolling down your cheek and soaking into his glove. “n-no, you didn’t tell me i could move.” your voice cracked relentlessly while you pleaded with buggy. it seemed to ease his outburst and he slowly lowered your hands back against your tailbone while his satisfied grin grew wider. “i’m sorry.”

his brows suddenly furrowed back together and his piercing blue eyes met yours again. “what was that, sweetie?” he whispered scornfully. you whined softly, fried brain scrambling to figure out why your apology wasn’t enough for him.

buggy’s eyes raked down your pitifully clueless face and he scoffed, releasing your jaw to reach down and grasp your hips, keeping them firmly in place as he harshly thrust his up into yours. his cock dragged deliciously against your walls and filled you to the brim, granting you the friction you’d been craving for so long.

“captain! i’m sorry, captain.” the name tumbled from your lips behind a loud moan, and buggy hummed lowly in response.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard, now was it, sweet pea?” his gloved hand now gently cupped the side of your face, smiling when you instinctively nuzzled into his warm palm. you shook your head with a gentle hum. “you’re bein’ s’good for your captain, hm?” you responded with a nod this time, eyes widening with silent pleas.

“can i cum, captain? please, ’t hurts s’bad.” you whined pathetically, waiting for buggy’s okay to start moving. even in such a desperate state, you still managed to listen to him. he watched several more tears race down your cheeks with excitement in his eyes, and your pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears for a while. god, how hopeless he was.

he enjoyed this. he enjoyed bending you beyond your limits until you broke over and over. until you were begging him with all of the air in your lungs to let you cum, completely deaf to everything and everyone around you with your only focus being him. his instruction, his touch, his cock.

he could feel the tremble in your thighs growing stronger against his hips, and he could see the rise and fall of your chest pick up in pace as your sobs became uncontrollable. your lips quivered with each beg, though he couldn’t tell anymore if it was because of your overwhelmingly visceral need to cum or because the pain of your arms squeezing together behind your back was finally catching up to you.

either way, he didn’t care. he wanted to drag it out for as long as he could before you wound up passed out on top of him or something, so he nuzzled his cheek into his closed fist and watched you some more, much to your dismay.

“please, can’t keep myself up much longer. i need to feel you, sir.” you babbled on mindlessly, praying that buggy would finally cave.

he did. his eyes fluttered shut the moment he heard a new term fall from your lips and he sighed. it was as if it was the answer he’d been waiting for.

“since you asked so nicely. go on n’ make yourself cum, sweet pea.” his little nickname for you made you whine as you sunk down onto his cock. he groaned at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him, and his hand reached out to gently stroke your sore thigh. “fuck, you take me so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.”

you whimpered at the praise and you immediately craved more of it, momentarily pushing the pulsing pain in your legs aside to bounce yourself on his cock. he filled you so perfectly, his tip kissing your sweet spot with each long, slow thrust.

both of your moans grew louder, buggy’s lips parting as his head fell back against his chair. his fingers curled around your hips, surely to leave bruises the next day, while he bucked up into you.

“that’s it, just like that — fuck,” he hissed against gritted teeth when your cunt squeezed around him.

your hips rocked into his a few more times before your legs finally gave up, your body rendered numb as a blinding orgasm hit you. your head lulled back and your body arched into buggy’s chest as you weakly rode it out.

buggy’s hands gripped your hips as his own orgasm crashed into him, thick ropes of cum filling you up inside. you whined at the sudden warmth of it, instinctively grinding your hips down into him. he chuckled breathlessly.

“lookit you, takin’ all of your captain’s cum so fuckin’ well. you did so good f’me, sweet pea.” buggy gently wiped whatever tears still stained your face with his thumb, his other hand hovering behind you to untie the rope that bound your arms all the way up to your elbows.

you were sure you wouldn’t be able to move — let alone walk after this, but you didn’t mind. so long as your captain was satisfied.

tbh this one changed my views on this clown. like i pictured him as lowkey submissive before this but now im just.

[6okuto]

us yuji lovers must stick together in these hardships (aka jjk261) … how are we feeling right now nia :( personally IM SICK T^T

it's whatever. i hate jujutsu kaisen. floptsu flopsen. sorcery FLOP. whatever. yuuji hcs that spiral in the middle before going back to normal (one major implied spoiler for 259)

yuuji who you ask to be your fake boyfriend who says yes and then realizes he likes you in the process. walk with me

sends you animal photos and goes >:OO dog!!!! cat!!! :DD hope ur having a good day!!! <333

sits in the washroom and watches you do your hair/skincare routine while you talk about your days. will take over with ease if your arms hurt or you're tired

points out silly looking plushies or figures and copies their expression/pose. yuuji would like trying jojo poses

if he saw you sitting in the rain he'd come over with an umbrella and say you should come inside before you get sick. but then you tell him you like the rain and need to be outside for a while so he puts down the umbrella and sits with you. and you're like ?? you don't have to do this. and he just tilts his head and smiles and says yeah maybe but he wants to. he's sure his immune system is strong, or at the very least you can get sick together

yuuji who's suffered so much, who's been in survival mode for so long and hasn't been able to grieve the way he deserves to (he won't let himself) (those he's lost deserve peace more than him) Who breaks down crying when you hold his face or kiss his scars

yuuji years after the manga ends who's still healing and learning to grieve and grow. who sees his brother in the siblings he crosses paths with at the park, and his classmates and teachers in the elementary students filing out the bus for a field trip. who visits graves, starkly clean and well-kept compared to the ones a row over with flowers and food and updates on where he's been and the things he's done since his last visit. who wakes up too many nights with his heart torn, tears welling in his eyes and crescent indents in his palms, his voice raspy and broken when he yells out a name (it's a different one each time). who looks at himself and his fading scars in the mirror and sees two faces—both, in his eyes, responsible for what happened—and wonders when, if ever, he'll finally feel like he's off the battlefield, or worthy of peace

😂

if you asked to blindfold him to get him to pick you out of a line up (by holding hands, hugging, etc) he'd do it so confidently and be 100% correct. he could even give you reasoning on the spot—this hand's too rough, too small, you wouldn't wear this kind of jacket, this person's too short, etc etc

yuuji who you haven't seen in ages who waves his arms and grins so bright when you finally appear . who laughs as you speed up to get to him and hugs you with everything he has

wants to try out hot ones . you know the videos where they eat spicy hot wings. yeah

playing horror games with yuuji and hearing him progressively yell louder 😭 "eh? huh? where? what? what? What?? WHAT??? WHY WHY WHY WAIT WAIT WAIT STOP WAIT"

yuuji probably being a firefighter if he hadn't become a sorcerer + ride your wave. um. i mostly mean before he dies like just the meeting and dating. someone walk with me.?

dog walker yuuji 🙁 he'd be so excited of that one guy came by and asked to take photos omg 😭

doesn't really question when you want affection or cuddles (unless you're visibly upset) 🥹 you silently walk up and rest your head on his shoulder, or wrap his arm around you and he turns it into a hug 🥹 those videos where they crawl into their boyfriend's lap while he games and he silently wraps his arms around them and keeps playing 🥹

omg but flustered yuuji (earlier in the relationship) when you try to do something romantic/cheesy 😭😭 like sharing a drink and your faces being super close when you both lean in 🙁 and his ears/cheeks are tinted pink 🙁

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Some more stress/comfort headcannons for @whimsical-roasting *mwah*

Jamie knows you so well, he’s able to tell when you’re starting to get stressed/burnt out, and he does everything in his power to keep you from getting to the point of no return. He knows you have work that needs to get done, but he’ll lovingly and gently demand that you take at least a morning off, that he doesn’t have training on Sundays and he passes this really cute cafe every day on his run and he thinks you’ll really enjoy it and he knows that you’ll never take a break for yourself but you’ll take one for him, so you spend your morning relaxing and laughing at a cafe with delicious pastries and much needed coffee.

Throughout the day, Jamie knows just what you need and when. Getting hungry? Perfect, because Jamie already cooked you your comfort meal and he’s bringing you some right now. Need a snack? Great, Jamie went out and stocked up on all your favorites. Getting chilly? Jamie has a collection of hoodies that are almost too soft to be real and he thinks seeing you in his clothes is the greatest thing ever. Whatever you need, Jamie will provide for you.

When you finally decide you’re done for the night, when you can’t even think straight, Jamie’s planning a relaxing evening for you, no matter how late it is, because you still deserve to feel loved and appreciated and relaxed. He’ll order your favorite take out and while you wait, he’s drawing you a bath and of course it smells like lavender and it’s the perfect temperature and he gives you one of his t-shirts to wear when you get out and it’s perfectly worn and soft. When you come back downstairs, he’s got all the food spread out on the coffee table with all your favorite snacks and your favorite movie is queued up on the TV. After you’re finished eating, Jamie will hold you and rub your sore shoulders or hands or whatever you need him too, until you fall asleep and he’ll carry you upstairs and hold you all night long.

On the subject of massages, Jamie’s naturally great at it, knowing different muscles and pressure and whatnot from all of his years as an athlete, but sometimes he watches YouTube videos on how to get better, and if your back is really bothering you from sitting at your desk all day, he’ll pull out the whole nine yards for you. He’s got the oils and lotions that all smell really good and the pressure is perfect and he changes it based on your responses and what he feels, and he’ll do it for as long as you want, making it ten times better than any professional massage from a fancy spa.

And, if everything finally gets to be too much for you and you break down, Jamie’s there to pick you back up. He’ll hold you while you cry and then do anything in his power to make you feel better. He’ll set you up in the bath or on the couch and he’ll change the sheets and clean up with bedroom and open the windows and buy some flowers. He’ll get easy to make meals if you feel up to it, but he also loves cooking for you so he doesn’t mind making you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and he’s all stocked up on whatever snack you could possibly want. Whatever you need, he’ll do anything in his power to get it for you, all to see you smile again.

[girlinwaytoomanyfandoms]

First Michael Afton Now Charlotte Emily

First Michael Afton Now Charlotte Emily

Word Count: 853 (I Believe)

Rating: Teen/T

Warnings: Character D3@th, Child D3@th, Su!c!de, SH, D3pr3ss!on, Details about Bl00d, Child @buse, Emotional @buse, Allusion To Physical @buse, Passive Su!c!de, Murd3r, L0sing Family Members

Michael Afton was seen as a bully. A jerk. A monster. Michael was seen as a bad person. He wasn’t a bad person, just someone who was hurt; really hurt. Michael stood there laughing as his younger brother, Chris was on the floor crying. “Stop being such a baby and crying all the time, Chris- Crying Chris. That’s what your name should be since you are such a baby and cry all the time. No wonder you have no friends, you’re a nightmare. No one likes you. You’re a monster,” Michael said. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of the things he said to Chris. The truth was, he was saying to Chris what he wanted to say to himself. When he bullied Chris, it was really just how he wanted to treat himself. Michael hated himself. He thought so many awful things about himself, and it didn’t help that his father, William, would call him everything he already thought about himself and more.

A couple months later, Elizabeth went ‘missing.’ Michael knew. Michael saw Elizabeth die right in front of his face. He could have saved her, but he didn’t. He blamed himself for her death.

Five months later, it was Chris’ birthday and Michael and his friends pulled a prank on Chris…… Chris’ blood shot out and hit Michael’s Foxy mask. The mask was covered in blood. Blood spilled out of Fredbear’s mouth and down onto Michael’s hands, clothes, shoes, and the stage. Michael stood there, scared and shaking. There were screams all around and all that Michael could do was stand there and stare. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry.

After that, Chris had been rushed to the hospital and what was left of the Afton family was told that Chris was in a coma. Only for them to find out that Chris flatlined less than twenty four hours later.

Michael’s mother, Clara, couldn’t deal with it when Chris died. To her Elizabeth went missing only to have her five year old son to be hospitalized and put into a coma on his sixth birthday only for him to die not even twenty four hours later. Clara left and took a walk outside the hospital, tears rushing down her face. Michael followed her. Michael tried to get his mother to stay with him and not take a walk, but before he could stop her. She walked out and got ran over by a car. Michael watched, his eyes went wide. Clara was then rushed into a hospital room and she died three hours later due to loss of blood.

Five months later, Michael had become depressed. No one noticed. No noticed when Michael became depressed, no one noticed when Michael started scratching himself when he did something wrong, no one noticed when Michael started using his pocket knife to hurt himself, no one noticed when Michael stopped eating because he thought he didn’t deserve it, no one noticed when Michael almost jumped off the roof of their two story house, no one noticed when Michael stuffed his head into Fredbears mouth and tried to get Fredbear to bite his head off and kill him too. Michael sat on the floor in the bathroom. William abused him. William would emotionally abuse him and sometimes more. Things that he could tell anyone about or he’d be in big trouble.

After all that, Michael was done. He grabbed his pocket knife and cut two deep, long cuts. One on each wrist and looked back on all the moments he and his sibling shared. He stated to lose consciousness. Just like that, he had done it. Michael was dead. He killed himself.

An unmistakeable child’s scream was heard echoing through the Afton family house. Charlie. Poor innocent, young, sweet, little Charlie was there and had to witness it all because Charlie and her father, Henry were invited to the Afton family house- well, what was left of them.

Henry and William were talking downstairs and told Charlie to go hang out with Michael, who was one of her best friends despite that she was six and he was fifteen- sixteen. It was Michael’s sixteenth birthday….well, it would have been. Unfortunately, he died before he could celebrate.

Charlie screamed and Henry and William ran up the stairs to see the horrific sight. Poor innocent, young, sweet, little Charlie sitting on the bathroom floor with Michael’s head in her lap as she sobs, crying on his dead body while Michael lays dead with two deep, long cuts on his wrists. We all know Charlie…poor empathic little Charlie who always finds a way to blame herself.

The ambulance was called and Michael was dead. They threw a funeral for him, just like they did for everyone else. Charlie became really depressed and so the day when she was locked outside and about to be killed. She didn’t run. She didn’t hide. She stood there and let the person kill her. Charlie wanted to commit suicide, but didn’t want to be the one to do it. And now she had the perfect chance.

[tetzoro]

OH AIMSIES MY AIMSIESSS !! >//< HOW ARE YOUUU ?? sob, im soso excited to see you happy and active again !! plz, you’re too sweet omg </33 i cherish each and every single one of your responses to my asks >_< and i cherish YOU a million times over !!!! <3 IM HUGGIN YOU SOSO TIGHT !! ooo, prepare aimsies, you know what it’s time for… my signature big long paragraph response !! >:3

sigh just the thought of you and tetsu laughing with eachother is makin’ me smile so much !! you two are tootootoo cute SOB </3 it makes my whole day hearing about you and your adventures !!

STAWP I’LL LITERALLY CRY RIGHT NOW… aimsies i am FLATTERED !! T^T that’s so sweet that you get emotional about me and the tinky </333 I GET EMOTIONAL OVER KUROMY ALL THE TIMEEE !! STOP IKR the pin… that’s him every time we eat i fear… someone grab this guy a napkin oh GOODNESS >:0 SOBSOBSOB you are too kind, RAHHH IM GIVING HIM A KISS RIGHT NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU MENTIONED IT !!!! >.<

me when i accept the double date and start planning my outfit, WAHHH we’d have an absolute BLAST !! i will 100% be taking lil polaroids of all of us and framing them <333 BOKUTO AND I LOVE YOUUUU !!! SOSOSOSO MUCH ITS UNBELIEVABLE !! he’s always askin for me to check how the two of you are doing, and of course im already on it !!

WAHH im so glad you were able to enjoy your hiatus <3 i know what it’s like letting the silly stuff get to you, and i can definitely see why a break is always a must when that feeling comes around !! BUT YOU’RE BACK !! yesyes, refreshed and ready >.< and im back to send you insanely long asks ( how have i not broken tumblr yet ?? good question… 0.0 ) AND PLEASEEEE OMIGOSH YOU’LL MAKE ME SOB !!! im over here wiping your tears away with a tissue, KEEP SMILING AND DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING !! me and everyone else love you dearly and you deserve to have the biggest smiles tha world has EVER SEEEEEN !!! :3 im seriously so so so excited for you that you’re feelin’ better <3 i SCREAMED at my phone when i saw you were active !! i was like “ THEEEE TETZORO BEAUTIFUL AMAZING PRECIOUS AIMSIES IS BACK AND IM ALREADY TYPING !!!!!!!! “ HELP >.<

oh my goodness… are you trying to kill me… A LITTLE WHITEBOARD IN YOUR OFFICE ?!?!?! WITH LIL THINGS FROM KUROO ON IT ??!?! my heart YEARNS for this cuteness OH EM GEE !!! </3 that’s so silly that he can doodle, i need to see those catsonas someday i swear !! he is so infatuated with you WAH my heart can’t take it !! THE NOTES THE MESSAGES THE EVERYTHING IS SOOOO CAYOOOOTIE !!!! T^T words of affirmation are DEFINITELY the best coming from kuroo to you, i could seriously imagine !! he definitely always knows how to comfort you <3

HELP HELP HELP THANK YOU MY SWEET AIMSIESSS !! SOBS, hes so so silly T^T his smile is always shining, hes so precious its insane !! YES he definitely is all “hehe i get my girl all to myself, all for me, all the time, living the life” PLZ !! yes yes, the lil trips… i KNEW tetsu and him were being sneaky behind the scenes brainstorming >.< it’s confirmed !! careful… bokuto may give him too many ideas… dont be surprised if kuroo tells you to pack a suitcase with tickets in hand !! :0

oh my goodness, absolutely !! trying to brush it off and stuffs, i totally understand T^T the lingering definitely lingers sometimes for reals !! that is soso perfect that kuroo knows how to approach it and how to read you </3 kuroo hugs sound MAGICAL !! i bet he holds you like the precious lil person you are and whispers lil words to comfort you during your hard times :((( SOB he definitely would spoil you with all the love he has to give !! someone who has the ability to not only love you, but also make you forget about your troubles and hardships is the dream, AND YOU HAVE THAT WITH HIM !! how sweet is that oh my goodness :( thats so wonderful that you have him to care and love you like no other !!

oh my goodness… ME AND TINKY’S QUESTION ?!?! don’t mind if i dosies :3 ahem, where do i even start !! it’s really the little things he does that make me feel over the top loved and cherished for >//< he will absolutely not go to bed without saying goodnight to me, he’s ALWAYS sending me a message no matter where he is !! and believe it or not, he remembers a lot of things i love and always finds ways to incorporate them into our lives sniff T^T he remembers my favorite flowers, foods, and everything !! he’ll bring home a huge bouquet just to make me smile </3 and the lil touches and kisses he leaves are soso full of emotion it’s truly like he’s pouring his entire soul into a simple little peck on the cheek, or little “ i love yous” he spills out !! there is one thing in particular that is soso simple but truly makes me gush with love though !! so, i get cold kinda easily and i LOVE blankets. i need blankets like they’re my lifeline. it’s my statement at this point, i have way too many. but anywho, every time i fall asleep, or we’re cuddling, he always grabs a big ol blanket and wraps me up like a burrito, or tucks me in with my snuggly blankets to make sure im nice and warm </33 oh my GOODNESS it is absolutely so endearing. tucking me in, kissing my cheek and saying goodnight :( and this one time he got me a very beautiful quilt, and in the very corner he embroidered our initials on it all by himself with NO knowledge of how to do it and i just :( i CANT </333 i sleep with it every single night and it smells just like him </333 it was one of the bestest heartwarming gifts ive ever gotten PLEASEEE !!!!! i love my tinky to pieces </3

EEEP its time for … 🥁🥁 KUROMY QUESTION !! this one is kinda silly but… what is you and kuroo’s favorite food to get at the fair/amusement parks ?? is it funnel cake… some random fried thing… dole whip… i MUST know !! :p

oh aimsies, i cherish you so deeply PLEASE !! I LOVE YOU MOSTEST :3 you bring me a smile and soso much happiness, you seriously have cured so many of my bad days just seeing your responses or even just seeing you living happily !! T^T IM SO GLAD WE MET TOO OMIGOSH HELLO ?!?! its so refreshing to talk to you and its seriously so much FUN !! IM SENDING YOU SOSOSO MUCH LOVE, HUGS, AND KISSES AIMSIES !!! im seriously soso proud of you for everything with your hiatus, and im so happy to see YOU happy and well !! i think i mightve broken a record for longest ask yet… HELP !! PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE, take as long as you need my precious !! im always here <3 i wish you the bestest upcoming week EVER and ily sososo much !!! MWUAH MWUAH MWUAHHHHH !!! <333 💋💋💋

- :3 ( & tinky of course !! )

HELLO MY SWEETS !!!

i’m picking you up and twirling around !! my day always starts off sm brighter when i see an ask from you in my lil inbox teehee im doing great !! supa excited for the weekend :3 do you have any fun plans ?? is bokuto treatin ya to something ?? I MUST KNOW ALL !!!

okay so this double date … it’s time to plan . i’m thinking it would be fun to go get some yummy food and then take these boyos to the arcade !! you know how competitive they get with each other and i think it would be sm fun for us to watch !! dinner and a show !!! how many times do you think we’d hear “this one’s for you babe” followed up by them losing the game </3 LMFAO !!

the hiatus was def great but omg i missed u T^T i love tumblr dot com and have been here for prob too long LOL but sometimes it can get very overwhelming !! i absolutely love your messages and SOB !! u make me feel so loved pls T^T i cherish u so so much !!!! ᰔ

fr kuroo + words of affirmation is chefs kiss !! i don’t even think it’s his main love language but he still manages to always flourish with it <3 he always knows just what to say !! but dw i’ll get him to draw lil catsonas of you and tinky hehe THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE !!! bokuto would def be those v furry kitties hehe do u know the ones i’m talkin about ?? i forgot the name SOB !

it’s funny bc you called it , tetsu is takin me away this weekend >_< !! he and bokuto must’ve been planning OVERTIME !!

sobsob kuroo is so incredible i’ll never be over it <3 he’s so so patient with me idk how he does it 🤧 i think he may be magical fr … he’s got some secret powers that always knows how to bring a smile to my face ! the sweetest man ;(( im absolutely yearning rn i miss his terribly SNIFFLE !!

WAAAH THE LITTLE THINGS TRULY LEAVE THE BIGGEST MARK ! you and tinky are so precious, the fact he remembers all the little things is so stinking cute !! he seems like an all or nothing guy so i can definitely see him kissing you with everything he’s got not matter how quick the kiss is or not !! he loves you so so much, absolutely overflowing with adoration for you !! his heart beats to the sound of your name <3 OH HOW I LOVE YOU GUYS !!!!

teehee kuromy question ohemgeee !! i’m such a foodie ngl LMFAOOO and kuroo spoils me to no end so we def get a lot of snacks at the parks ! i’m very adventurous with my food so i’ll try anything twice and when i see something that i haven’t seen before — kuroo is already walking up to the stand to buy us some :3 my absolute favorite is funnel cakes tho . i used to love them sm when i was little and the nostalgia makes it taste better i swear !!

YOU AND TINKY TIME : okay, who confessed first?? how did it go? i must know !!

I LOVE YOU SM !!! i made us lil matching flower crowns with both of our faves in it and im placing it on your head <3 you are such a light and im so happy to be here with you !! twirling you around rn hehhe IM SENDING YOU SO MANY SMOOCHES I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTEST DAY EVER !!!!!!!!!!

[arleneworld22]

A dream.

I’m not the kind of person who looks for a deep romantic meaning about dreams or the psychology behind of them, (I just try to enjoy them) but being objective I think that a dream is a set of memories of our entire life and this ones are connected with our emotions.

There’s a lot of studies that explain the same, for example, if you see a zombie movie when you were 9y/o and that makes you feel stressful and anxious, some day when you grow up and feel the same with a similar level, you’re going to dream something related with that movie even if you haven´t seen it recently, or if you are overthinking about a situation, for example parenthood, you’re going to dream some random memories about that, a movie, a personal memorie, one person, a tale, tv show, a character… anyway, anything related.

I dream about you again, in this dream, I was on this big party at a cold night, with my family and there was a lot of people that I know around, I was lining up for something to eat and while i was waited, i was writing somethin on my phone about you, something like... now,

I don´t remember everything exactly, but when i was in this long line, i read something you write, a large message about you moving away, just maybe you wouldn't come back, it was like a long goodbye message, i don´t remember where you said you were going, but there's something that caught my attention, in that message, you mark with colors some letters, like a secret message don't ask me what's the meaning, because i don't remember. Thinking more about it, I think it was a festival i went to some weeks ago, you know, that one about Chinese New Year in our city.

Most of the time, when i dream about you, it's about a sad or a bittersweet dream, i wish i could dream something happy about you, something that doesn't make me cry when i wake up or something that doesn't make me feel nervous as soon as I open my eyes, or rather; I want to wake up and feel absolutely and genuinely happy for the boy I saw in my dreams and the achievements we get apart. I don't know how much you're going through, but I truly wish you can hear your laugh as many times as your heart deserves, i wish she would hug you so much that yo can heal every scar in your sensitive soul, even the little ones. And being more selfish, I wish I could see you smile one more time even if it's in a dream...

[drdemonprince]

palindrom3

@drdemonprince So in that case, what happens when someone legitimately can't communicate their wants and needs, like with my grandma who had Alzheimer's and couldn't communicate in any way? How would the supportive decision making model work? It sounds great in the other instances you mentioned, and I'm all for it otherwise.

Great question! I think the really important thing to keep in mind here is that supportive decision making and disability justice in general are rooted in the ideas of body autonomy and respect. Those values can carry over into everything we do, and all policies we adopt should flow from them.

One thing we can think about here is how much people with Alzheimer's or dementia or high-supports-needs intellectual disabilities demonstrably cope better when they are not restrained, forced to do things that make them uncomfortable, and when they are heard and respected (including by respecting their behavior, because behavior is communication). Even if a person can't talk anymore, they have needs and reactions that are visible for a very long time, and deserve to have those feelings respected.

If a person's Alzheimer's has progressed to the point where they can't speak, can barely eat, have trouble navigating their home, etc, of course we can't expect them to make decisions about their 401k rebalancing or whatever. Asking them to go to the polls and vote for a political candidate would be cruel and unhelpful to them, and so would many other tasks.

That also means they're kind of past the point where they could even "hurt themselves" by making decisions regarding those matters in the way that people who advocate for conservatorships like to claim is necessary. Like, someone who can't read or work a phone anymore isn't going to be able to give all their money away to some smooth talker trying to scam them out of their retirement funds. If they were lucid enough to make that kind of decision, a supported decision maker could help explain certain concepts and risks to them. But if they can't even do the task anymore, they don't need a conservatorship to lock down their funds or tec.

Even once a disabled person loses the ability to engage in many complex tasks, or even to speak, we can still take notice of the person's actual priorities and interests and support them in meeting their own needs. For example, do they gravitate toward music? Do they pantomime changing an infant's diapers and rocking them to sleep? Does being around pets soothe them? A supportive decision maker can still follow the needs and preferences of this person, and advocate for them to have as much time and freedom doing the things that feel good to them as possible. They can get them babydolls to play with, put on music for them to listen to and help buy them more CDs, make arrangements for them to spend time around animals, etc.

A supportive decision maker can also help advocate for the person in medical environments. Are they having a meltdown while a doctor is trying to give them a vaccine? The supported decision maker can help articulate that the patient is obviously distressed and needs space, and help them leave the area safely. They can help guide them when they have a desire to walk around without a) locking them away in a room, worsening their agitation, or b) letting them wander without any guidance, out into the road.

The supportive decision maker is still helping the disabled person make their own decisions. It's just that what a person with that kind of disability values and what they make decisions about is different. They don't give a shit about their 401k rebalancing anymore and that's fine. They do want to be comfortable and free and talked to lovingly and to be able to do pleasant, comforting things.

If a person can move around, make noise, withdraw from touch, cry, lash out, smile, swallow, spit, reach, or laugh, they can still communicate their preferences and needs. And we can still do our best to listen to those things, honor what a person is trying to tell us with them, and support them in navigating what they want.

What do you mean when you talk about anti-psychiatry? Because on the surface that sounds like not getting treatment or not learning how to manage psychological disorders, and that seems like a VERY bad idea.

It's anti-psychiatry as an oppressive network of control. I don't know why people always assume that critiquing a power structure means you're saying individual people shouldn't do what they need and want to do to manage their wellbeing within said structure but those things are not the same. I'm an anarchist. I'm for disabled liberation. i'm literally never going to claim to know what an individual person should do.

If you support neurodiversity as a concept, you already support anti-psychiatry! It is literally an anti-psychiatry perspective. So is supporting self-diagnosis. Or informed consent approaches to drugs or to trans identity. Getting homosexuality removed from the DSM is an anti-psychiatry move. So is opposing forced institutionalization. So is opposing conservatorships.

The radical mental health subreddit is a great read on this. As is Nobody's Normal by Roy Grinker, Psychiatric Hegemony by Bruce Cohen, all of Jesse Meadow's writing at sluggish.substack.com, and also... all of my work.

[karatechick1984-blog]

You'll Walk Alone - 001

Vampires are real.

I know. Trust me. I get it.

I didn’t want to believe it either. But I wasn’t given a choice.

I saw the brutal clarity of their existence first hand. My chance to ponder the possibilities of vampires was crushed, torn out and severed, like my sisters throat.

I wasn’t a stranger to unexpected, Earth shattering news. I felt that first wave of mental shrapnel at the age of ten, when my father died. It was deemed an accident and I was too young to know what questions to ask. The hows, the whys. The only clear memory is my mom, voice soft, empty, forever ringing in my head.

“Val, Cara, something’s happened.”

The rest of my memories of that time are vague. I just remember that it hurt; my head, my heart, everything. That I was scared, not understanding, or not accepting the fact that my dad was never coming home, that he was gone. Through everything though, all the confusion, fear and pain, I had my mom and my sister, Cara by my side. Together, we promised each other that we would always be there. We would be together until the end.

My mom’s promise died with her. Ten years after my dad. She was coming home from a shift, working doubles to support us as best she could. Someone was speeding, ran a red light. Cara and I were told it was instantaneous. That she didn’t feel a thing. We didn’t question. We knew it was all probably a lie. But sometimes you keep things quiet, trapped up inside yourself, to scream it out later. Shattered, broken, Cara and I made the promise again, knowing that we couldn’t keep it but we’d be damned if we didn’t try.

And we did try. We tried so hard. Even though we worked, day and night to provide for one another, we were together. Even though all dreams and visions of our futures became vague and opaque, we were together. Even though the world went on spinning, breaking news of the existence of vampires came and went, Cara and I were so focused on everything else, work, rent, bills, that the story of the Century was barely a blip on our radar.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I understood that vampires were out there. But I never really thought I’d come face to to face with one. Forgive the ridiculous analogy but it’s like the existence of blue lobsters. You know they’re out there, you’ve even seen photos but you never actually think you’ll see one in the flesh.

My brain understood and accepted it but I didn’t waste any mental energy dwelling. The existence of vampires was as unimportant to me as the most recent celebrity gossip. I shrugged it away with nonchalance, confident that it would never affect me.

This is one of those times where I have to laugh to keep from crying. It had been a rare night of spontaneity. After work Cara and I decided we deserved a bit of fun. Since our entire lives were one endless cycle of work, eat, bills, sleep; we came to the decision that it was high time we did something out of the ordinary, break up the vicious monotony of existence. We saw a movie, we went to dinner and we walked back to the Government Center T Stop, our breath and laughter misting in the crisp autumn air. It was like we used to do when our mom was alive. It was something normal, something predictable, something safe.

We’d hurried down the stairs to the Blue Line platform and made our way to our usual spot. Close enough to the tunnel to guarantee an empty train car and possibly a seat but far enough away that the MBTA police wouldn’t care. Sometimes if you were standing too close to a tunnel at a station, the T police would usher you away with mutters about restricted areas. Bostonian knew you weren’t supposed to stand near the tunnels but everybody did it. It’s kind of like jaywalking. It’s technically illegal but you’re probably not going to get arrested for it.

It was quiet. I remember that, so vividly. It was almost like Cara and I were the only two people in the entire world.

I had been putting my wallet back in my bag and so I hadn’t been looking. I hadn’t been paying attention. Cara had been talking — to this day I wish I could remember what about. I still feel guilty sometimes, when I let myself think, wondering if Cara will begrudge me the fact that I don’t remember her last words with any clarity. I hope she knows and understands that I can’t remember what she was saying because when I looked up, she was dead.

I remember blood…so much blood.

I remember screaming. Not a high-pitched shriek of terror but a guttural, heart-wrenching roar. The raging chaos of my worst fears made physical.

And then, there was pain. It was a pain that was endless. A pain that burned through my veins like lightening. A pain so deep and so horrible that it makes me nauseous to think of it, even now.

My brain kind of shut off after that. I woke up in the hospital.

[glamoureddreamer]

Tasty Toy

Resident evil 8 (Mia and Dimitrescu’s daughters)

Warnings: Rape, dark themes, torture, suicidal thoughts, blood/gore, cannibalism (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one is in need of help in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know it gets better <3

Mia’s eyes slowly flutter open, she hisses at the light. Why was it so damn bright?

Once her eyes adjust to the light, she looks around confused. She still could hardly see anything everything was spinning and hazy. 

Though just barely she knew she didn’t know where she was. She begins to panic, she tries to sit up but was held back by ropes that kept her against the bed. She tugs against the ropes, swinging her arms wildly trying to escape. She whimpers when it starts to burn her skin.

The door slammed open making her yelp. A swarm of bugs flew in and circled her, making her fear for her life. As they circled the bugs slowly took the form of three girls.

The bugs seemed to fuse together to the point where they didn’t even look like bugs, they change color.

Three young ladies stood in front of her as if she just blinked and they were there.

They seemed to be triplets one had blonde hair the other had brown hair and the last had red hair.

All of them wearing a grin, making it clear they weren’t here to help her.

“Mother is taking so long to arrive, I just want to feast on her blood and devour her skin!” The one with red hair yells with excitement, and Mia’s eyes widen.

The one with red hair grabs Mia’s chin, forcing her to look at the redhead. Mia starts to cry trying to pull her head out of the girl's grip.

The redhead digs her nails into her chin, blood seeps out. The one with brown hair speaks up with a fake pout.

“Aw we’ve already broken her, that’s no fun.”

“Then we’ll break her again-if mother wishes for us too.” The one with blonde hair says. The sound of clicking heels echoes down the hall, as a tall woman in a white dress walks into the room.

“Mother! Mother!” She smiles warmly as she was surrounded by her children. She leans down and pecks the top of the blonde's head.

“What is it, my daughters?”

“We caught her sneaking around our castle! Can we eat her! Please!” The redhead shouts.

The woman hums considering, looking over Mia who avoided her gaze.

“Let me taste her first, I don’t want my daughters to eat something rotten.” The tall woman spat, she strides over and unties one of Mia’s hands.

She summons claws, and Mia screams and thrashes around. Though the woman had a hash grip on it, she didn’t let go until she had licked the open cut.

Mia sobs and pulls her hand away, this time the woman let her. The woman licks her lips thinking, and after a moment she ties her hand back up.

“She’s stale girls, we can enjoy much better.”

“Then can we kill her mother? Maybe play with her a little.” The brunette purred towards Mia.

“Mmm, I suppose. But play nice with each other, I don’t want to have to heal one of you again because one of you wouldn’t share.”

“Yes, mother.” They all said spontaneously with grins.

“Good girls, come to me once you're done.” The three all have a collective ‘yes mother’ again before she left. They turn to Mia with excited grins.

“What should we do?”

“I know what we can do but where do we start?” The brunette bends down over Mia's arm and rips a chunk of flesh off with her teeth.

Mia screams in pain, the redhead laughs while the blonde rolls her eyes.

“You don’t know how to enjoy anything do you?” She questioned, the brunette finishes the meat and wipes her lips.

“Yeah, how would you?” She asked giving the blonde the room to move closer, she does so.

She sets a hand on top of Mia’s leg, gently caressing her clothed thigh.

She gently rubs it until she moves towards her inner thigh. Mia was full-on crying, begs and pleas could hardly be heard. The redhead forced herself in and pulls Mia into a heated kiss, Mia only sobbed.

The redhead's tongue explored her mouth as she forced Mia’s mouth open. The redhead grabs ahold of her neck and squeezes.

“I think she tastes great.” She said pulling away, a string of saliva connecting to the other's mouth.  The brunette rips open her shirt and begins to suck and nibble on one of her breasts, the redhead realizing it was a good idea joins her.

However, the blonde only carefully rips open Mia’s pants and underwear. The blonde begins to rub her clit in a gentle and slow pace but she slowly worked up her speed.

The scene continued until the blonde got bored, which must’ve been when the brunette got bored as well.

The blonde shoves two fingers into Mia’s dripping cunt at the same time as the brunette takes a bite out of Mia’s breast.

Mia screams sobbing she tries to move around, only to find out her world was spinning. She felt sick and scared, she just wanted to die.

The redhead rubs her own clit clearly enjoying the scene in front of her. The blonde digs her fingers into the soft flesh of Mia’s pussy, drawing blood. Mia cries softly as she shakes her head, blood kissing beginning to claim her. 

Mia tried to hold back but ended up cumming on the blonde's fingers. The cuts burned inside of her.

The blonde pulls her fingers out with a smile, she licks the blood and slick off them. All three of them step back and look at their mess.

“I say we keep her as a pet!” The brunette grins.

“Yeah let’s keep her!” The redhead smiles.

“Yes let’s go tell mother.” The blonde grabs Mia’s head, her eyes were drooping.

“That Mia winters is our toy.”

[themurderofcrowscollective]

The three of you laugh and eat for the next hour until you finish your food and start zoning out. While Agatha was telling a story, Esther holds her hand up with a quick 'shh' and the two look at you. Whenever you've zoned out back then, you've made it clear you need time to think about future objectives and silence to filter out the thoughts so both Esther and Agatha stay quiet. Unbeknownst to you, your eyes start glowing bright red and a piece of blank paper is summoned out of nowhere along with a pen, the pen instantly writing on the paper. In preparation of what's to come: The Sons of God and Battle Nuns will possibly be looking for me and for that, I must confess I'm a little scared of what would happen and what could possibly happen. I should see if those men of the 141 know anything about the church's next plans since they're very-well connected with the Shadow Company. . . The pen twirls for a bit as you continue to think, Esther and Agatha watching in awe. I should also apologize to the red-haired woman who helped me, I'd be lying if I said I didn't still feel bad. I know the two of you are reading this but I just... don't seem to care really. I wonder what Father Thomas has gone to, I only remember him being tied up in rope and shoved through a portal during that horrid night, I can still recall the feeling of fire being just about everywhere. The paper slowly lands on the table as well as the pen when you come back to earth, looking between the two before you look at Agatha. " You were one of the two witches who captured Father Thomas, who was the other one? " Agatha smiles at you. " Harriet. " The immediate response has you slam your head on the table, you're going to be making a lot of apologies today. As if right on cue, the front door is knocked on and Agatha claps her hands twice, the door swinging open. " Hey Harriet, look who's awake. " You look up and meet eyes with Harriet, a sense of dread sinking deep into your gut. She seems frozen to see you again so you decide to stand up and approach her, scratching the back of your neck. " Harriet, I... want to apologize. For everything I did to you. I don't deserve your forgiveness until you think I do, but just know that I've always been proud of you and I'm sorry I dragged you through the hell that created who I was. " You get on your knees and bow with your head touching the ground. " I apologize. " Harriet crouches a bit and helps you stand back up to your feet, before you're met with a slap across the face. " Eh? " You're surprised, seeing Harriet's eyes full of tears and her face blushing bright pink. " You idiot! I should be the one apologizing! While I do forgive you, I'm sorry too! " You continue to look at her in wild confusion, rubbing your cheek she slapped. " What for? " She starts crying and hugs you before responding through her blubbering. " I-I wa-was the one who t-told Father Thomas a-about you le-leaving with Esther! I-I'm so sorry! " You look at her with wide eyes, Harriet looking at you in fear like you're about to punish her. In another life, you would've but instead you gently brush her tears away and hold her face in your hands. " It's okay Harriet, I forgive you. " Had she not told Father Thomas, you wouldn't have been returned to the forest. You wouldn't be here now. You hug her again and let her sob into your shoulder, Esther and Agatha joining the hug as well. When she's all done crying, you smile at her. " Oh my god, Mary, are you... smiling? " Agatha looks in shock, Harriet joining her too before the two of them look at Esther. " You two never seen her smile? I did all the time for obvious reasons. " Esther then links her arm with yours as you chuckle softly. " We've been secretly dating for years, and yes, that was our first kiss earlier. " Agatha and Harriet are gobsmacked before Harriet goes nuts. " Agatha! You didn't tell me they had their first kiss! " " Whaaat? I was hungry! I did take one picture though. " " YOU HAVE TO SHOW MEEEEE!! " She shakes Agatha who laughs.

Burn The Witch

(Call of Duty x Modern Magic x Modern Witch hunting because I write when I'm uncomfortable and experiencing Religious Trauma, and I am very uncomfortable.) - - - Your name is Sister Mary, known throughout the church as the Redeemed Nun who's story is known very well; You were raised in a cult and taught the teachings of a cruel and unjust God from the Old Testament. You've undergone trials and walked through Hell and back as you grew once the cult was destroyed and you were saved, being sent to Catholic boarding school to be re-taught. However at the time, you dabbled in the Occult and refused to learn until one night when you were possessed by a demon and had to be exorcised by Father Luke, the Headmaster of the school. From that day you went to the Nunnery and were 'taught the lessons required to become a Nun' when in reality, you suffered the most intense of punishments and were beaten into submission. You came out a strong and noble woman, being the fiercest in punishment and well-respected among your sisters. As of now, you resigned yourself to constant prayer and fasting. You've been given news of witchcraft rising up, more and more followers turning a blind eye to the church and it's teachings so it triggered something deep within you that you've come to fear. Currently the church is becoming similar to the witch hunters of Salem, recruiting devout believers and arming them with weapons to attack and capture witches who show off their power. Within these walls are screams of witches being hurt and whipped while nuns pray over them and recite prayers for exorcism. The others know of your story and have allowed you to your deep prayer and fasting, and it's been 35 days since then. You haven't moved an inch from kneeling down and praying before Holy Mary, Mother of Saints. The rosary in your hands hasn't been let go of ever since you begun, you've lost track of time as the only source of light is the multiple candles burning that you've had to relight once you prayed the whole rosary every. damn. day. Deep within your soul, you hear the young girl screaming and sobbing, hugging herself as she is whipped and beaten into submission with a dozen nuns surrounding her and praying her demons away. Every bit of you wants to stop the nuns and embrace her but you know your hands are tied and bound by the rosary you've come to fear. Then a vision from the Divine flashes in your mind, wind blowing out the candles around you as images of a woman tied to a cross flash through your mind, fire being lit under her feet as she's surrounded by nuns and priests but in the last vision, you see a coven of witches appear and save the woman. You open your eyes quickly with a startled gasp, looking around the candles which are blown out before you set your eyes on the statue of Mother Mary. There are tears of blood streaming down her cheeks, and a voice of a woman echoes through your mind. " You are not where you are meant to be, you must flee this place and return, return to magic! " You shake your head, rubbing your eyes before you open them again and see that the candles are still lit up and there's no bloody tears on the statue's face. Of course, you feel tears running down your cheeks so before you leave the room, you recompose yourself and stand tall as you open the door and walk into the hallway. Other sisters walking in the halls stop and freeze as you walk past them with determination and a focused look in your eyes, before looking at each other. You are a nun with an important assignment after all. - - - You enter Mother Loren's office with the loud opening of her door, startling the poor woman who looks up with a gasp. " Oh, Sister Mary. What a surprise seeing you again. " " Mother Loren, I do not come here for idle chat. I've received a vision from the Most Holy during my prayers of a woman tied to a cross and set ablaze by members of our church. " You do not waver as Mother Loren goes pale in the face, gulping as she shakily takes off her glasses.

[xxaltalunettesxx]

Their unsent letters

they choose to leave their imprints of their lost love in ink

(Shenhe, Eula, Lisa, Yoimiya, gn reader)

Angst, major character death/ implied mentions of death, self hatred

Playing : Bishounen by Hikaru Station

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shenhe<

“[____],

     I want to thank you. For what? You may ask.

I’d like to thank you for “loving me”, as you phrased it. For letting me to love you back. I’m not familiar with human emotions, but you made me realize I could feel. I could feel beyond the restraints of the red ropes I was bound by for many years. I could feel my heart pounding, a lukewarm, soft, feeling that could never match the rhythm of my racing in battle when I faced Beisht or any other creature.

I don’t want to lose you. Yet here I am, letting tears fall, a sign of hopeless vulnerability, as my master would say. Yet here I am, aimlessly writing letters to an individual so dear to me, lost forever in the folds of time and everlasting frost. Yet here I am, weeping in the shade of the willow tree, piecing shattered fragments of my heart together.”

Goodbye forever,

Shenhe.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eula<

“Treasured,”

          “I am sorry. Sorry for all the times I was such a horrible partner I was to you, dearest. And yet now, here, I still thought I deserved to look into those gorgeous eyes every morning, was worthy of anything you gave me. I was such a fool. I was such a foolishly foolish fool for thinking I was good enough for you. I’m so sorry I dragged you into all this clan business, I’m so sorry for letting you go with me. I can never make up for what I’ve done.

Because if not for me, whose’s fault is it that you, the light of my life, the one who helped me cleanse my wounds with love and care that I never was worthy of, the only one that didn’t view me as a member of the Lawrence clan alone, is dead?

          Treasured, I will love you forever. Allow me to say this.

Vengeance is futile, as the last one who loved me has perished.

Forgive me,

Eula.”

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Lisa<

“Darling,”

          “Life is like an hourglass. There is only so much we can do in this hourglassed fate, and before the last grain of sand left in me trickles away, I’d like to entrust my final words to you.

Darling, I wouldn’t miss this hourglassed life for anything. I met you. I’ve loved a great many people, but no other can compare to you. From the lust I saw from others, to the genuine, raw, love that you showed me, is a new insight of life. Even though I am invisible to you now, I am always still here. From the books we stacked together, the memories we made, the shade of violet I dressed in, me.

My soul will remain with you, accompanying your journey along the hourglass-paved road.  I can only hope that you remember me, little old Lisa Minci. I will forever love you to the moon and back, even after the cruel fate of death.

My final wish is to hope you,[____], do not cry. I’d like to hear your laugh for the last time.

Dearly betrothed,

Lisa.”

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Yoimiya<

“[_____],

I’m not that good at that kind of word stuff but…

Hey. Hi. Hello. I love you. I love you more than the delicious food I’ve been blessed to be able to eat every day, I love you more than the archery skills I’ve been granted. I love you more than the brightly-lit color of my vision. I love you more than the sparks of fireworks glistening in the fireworks in the night sky. I love you more than anything else in the world.

          There were many reasons to why I loved you. Well, you loved me for who I was and not just as “firework girl down the street”. Your smile. Your eyes. The amazing way you kissed me on that night, like the first touch of something magical, wondrous. A new spark of a flame that was supposed to never burn out. Everything about you seemed so perfect, so right. Like a puzzle piece falling into place.

But now, I can only hope to relive that beautiful experience in another life, as you are in my arms, blood pouring from your wounds, tears streaming down your face, the cold touch of your body that was once warm and inviting-

I cannot save you. The feeling is worse than failing a firework, more crestfallen than raining on testing day, more bitter than eating sour apples, the worst, most godforsakenly awful mix of sadness, regret, hurt, disappoint mixed into one giant mess of emotions.

I’m sorry I wasn’t always the happy Yoimiya that you loved, but I loved you more than hating myself. And that’s what caused all this. But I would always have loved you, even if it meant the world exploded into smithereens.

Because, what good is a world if the thing I loved most is gone?

I want you back,

Yoimiya.”

[someone1348]

It's Day 2!!! Hehe I'm so excited!! This is so cool! It is an honor to join thank you again so much Fizz! @fizzthelee !!

Anywho! It's time for my favorite duo!

The people in this: Lee!Tommy, Ler!Tubbo

Its Clingyduo time!!!! Hehe!

Tw: a bit of a sad Tommy but thats all! It's very soft!

I hope you all enjoy! Take care of yourselves, sit back and relax! Drink some water, eat something yummy and have a great day my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]

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Day 2- Cheer-up Tickles!

Tubbo had been in America for a while and of course he was happy for him and the vlog was incredible but he missed his best friend, he missed all of his friends, everyone left without him and during that time Tommy was lonely.

He was happy for them absolutely but he felt left behind. That feeling was quickly taken away though because he knew that he would see them again soon. Tubbo would be home soon.

Fast forward a bit and Tommy was back at Tubbo's place with Ranboo joining as well! It was going great! He got a hug from them both, they talked about America, but as the hours slipped by Tommy felt further and further away from the two of them, Tubbo especially.

The bee boy's focus being primarily on Ranboo, he got talked to probably twice within that time frame, but the two were laughing together at inside jokes, talking about their fun American experiences, Sharing funny videos with each other. It was like he wasn't even there.

'I guess it's right what they say, three is a crowd' Tommy thought before excusing himself to the bathroom

The blonde sank down onto the floor as silent tears ran down his cheeks, Ranboo knocked to say bye to Tommy, seeing as he had to go home

The blonde quickly wiped his tears and responded in the most cheerful voice he could "Drive safe Ran! Text me when you get home safely!" He fully meant those words and he beat himself up for crying but he couldn't help it.

Sometime after Ranboo left as the minutes ticked by he started to worry about Tommy. He made his way to the bathroom knocking ever so lightly Tommy could barely hear it,

"Toms? You alright in there? You didn't fall in now did you?" The brunette joked a bit to lighten the mood and when he got no response he opened the door to find the blonde staring up at him with the most apologetic look ever, it hurt Tubbo's heart to see him like this, he rushed to his side immediately without question and held him.

"Im sorry t-tubs"

Tubbo blinked before tilted his head to the side "You have nothing to apologize for Tommy, why are you sorry, you didn't do anything wrong king"

After a few more sniffles Tommy got his breathing back on the right track and explained everything that he was feeling and everything that he had been feeling these past couple of days.

Tubbo just held him tighter and closer after that. "Oh Tommy, you have nothing to apologize for I should be the one apologizing to you" Tubbo sighed and cursed himself for acting so silly and for not seeing the signs sooner

"My actions were not right, I'm so mad at myself for not realizing what was going on sooner but I promise something like this will never happen again, I am going to make it up to you! Right now actually!"

"You really don't have to I-"

Tubbo smiled placing his pointer finger to Tommy's lips to quiet him before speaking again; "no buts mister! You deserve the world! You are my best friend and dammit Tommy you are going to feel my love and support wether you like it or not!" He poked Tommy's cheek in the process of his platonic speech of affection as his smile turned quickly into a smirk

"Now where's that smile Tommyyy?~ I don't see it yet~" The smirk on Tubbo's face matched the smirk in his voice as he wiggled his fingers teasingly in the blondes direction,

Giggles bubbled up in Tommy's throat, a shy smile spread from ear to ear as he looked away from his best friend

"Thuhubo! Noho!"

"Tubbo yes!" The bee boy wasted no time, he pounced forward, slipping his tickly fingers under his best friends classic red and white tee-shirt skitering his tickly fingers up and down the length of his sides,

Tommy wiggled a bit from side to side the giggles flowing out of his mouth without a chance to stop them

"Tuhuhuhubohohoho! Nahahaha! Ihihihihit tihihihickles!"

"Good! That means it's working! Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Hehe you're so ticklish Tom's it's adorable"

"NOhoHOHAHAha! NOt TrUe!!-HEHE! QuHuhuIhiT IHihihiT!"

"Hmmm nah! I don't think I will, I still don't see a smile Toms, which means I've gotta step up my game, unfortunately I can't just stay on these adorablely ticklish sides all day long, I would love to! But I gotta get a smile out of you! And the only way I can do that is if I kick things up a notch!"

"NOHoho NeHEheheed! Tubbo! Im Smihihiling! Seeehehehe!" Tommy tried but Tubbo took one look at his face and went straight for his neck,

"Tuhuhubohoho! Nohohohot fahahair!!"

"Dammit this spot isn't giving you a smile either, hmmm?" Tubbo thought out loud using his other hand to tickle the other side of Tommy's neck as well, turning the blonde into giggly putty in his hands

Tommy snorted and tried scrunching up his neck and shoulders the best he could but to no avail, Tubbo's tickles would remain the victor!; "nahahat the eahahars! Tuhuhubs!"

Tubbo's features turned into a soft smile as he pretended to think of where he was going to go next, both boy's knew the answer, but it was still all apart of the fun!

"I think I know a spot that will get you to smile the smile im thinking about!"

"Tuhuhubo! Wait!-"

With lightning speed Tubbo's hands moved quickly under his shirt again, scribbling and squeezing (gently) all over Tommy's ticklish stomach!

"NAHAHAHAAHA TUHUHUHUBOHOHO!!"

"There's that smile!~" Tubbo giggled scribbling his tickly fingers alll over the blondes torso, watching with joy as his best friend let out his genuine laugh

"Tickle Tickle Tommyy! Dawwwww!"

"HAHAHA! NOHOOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!"

"All is fair when it comes to cheer up tickles Tom's! Like this for instance!" Without warning Tubbo quickly inhaled before blowing a huge raspberry into the middle of his stomach right above his bellybutton.

Tommy threw his head back in laughter gently pushing away at the brunettes soft locks

"TUHUHUB-AHAHAHAHA!!" Tommy couldn't even get his name out he just let himself laugh lost in the ticklish feeling that ran all throughout his body.

Tubbo wiggled his face so his hair tickled his stomach as well as he blew more tinier raspberries all along his stomach with every word he spoke

"You're, so, adorable, Tommy!" He blew another big one before going back to his hands to scribble once more all over his death spot

"NAHAHAT- AH! HAHAHA THUHUHUHUBOHOHOHO!"

"All around the garden the brave leader did go!" Tubbo sang as he circled Tommy's bellybutton for his grande finale

"NONONO! WAHahAhAhait! TUbS!" Tommy giggled out, the smile clear in his voice as Tubbo continued to circle around his bellybutton.

"Out laid a trap and the leader said whoops! And fell allll the way down into a hole! Tickletickletickletickle!"

"EEEEE! THUHUHUHUBOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"My my! The leader was surprised to see that the trap itself was indeed ticklish! The enemy didn't think too hard about this one now did they, He will just have to tickle himself out of the hole"

"NOHOHOHO! PLEAHAHAHASE!"

"Up and down and all the way around! Kitchy Kitchy coo~ awwwww! Is someone Ticklish?~ hehe I've gotcha! Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ such a giggly trap!"

"MEHEHERCYY! HAHAHAHA!"

Tubbo immediately took his finger out rubbing away the ghost tickles as Tommy giggly caught his breath

"Ihihit stihihill tihihickles!"

Tubbo giggled right along side him rubbing some more before Tommy got his breathing back together again the smiles still plastered onto both of their faces.

"Thank you Tubbo"

"Anything for my best friend!"

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CLINGYDUO MY BELOVED /p /pos I had an amazing time writing this! I hope you all enjoyedd!

-K :]

[diavolosthots]

Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.”