#aaa thank you nonny!!!!

[saetoshis]

omg I missed u sm hello !! hru doing !! ?

very nice to see ur muzan posts again 😌

- feral muzan anon

OMG FERAL MUZAN NONNIEEE 😋😋 IMNSO GLAD TO HAVE U BACK I MISSED U !!-$-&- I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO HIM ALWAYSALWAYS !2! WEVE BEEN TALKING ABT FERAL MUZAN N NOW EVERYONE ELSE FINALLY GETS IT IT FEELS GOOD 🤭🤭🤭

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

[l3viat8an]

i was drawin u smth on ur strawpage n i accidentally refreshed tge page n i lost the drawimg AAA

anyways imma go draw it again

also ur so cool :DD

Ughhh I hate when that happens-

But is this your drawing nonnie??? Cuz I’m so !!!!!!!! rn awhwhwhhw

omggg hiihii!!! ‘n thank you so much!! 🫶🏻💐🫶🏻💐🫶🏻

I love him <333 he’s so precious ‘n cute too!!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

Not to sound weird hopefully, but I love how you write, I love the worlds you weave, it feels so full of love, I adore it. This will sound silly, but when I read your work, I can feel thus love in it and it gives me hope that maybe I could find something like it, that maybe there exists a place where I can exist as I am and find someone that could adore me. Aaa! Thank you for writing and I hope you always find joy in it. Thank you !

not to sound weird hopefully, but there are some comments and asks that i screenshot because they mean so unbearably much to me. soul medicine & a little piece of armor against the ills of the world, all at once.

thank you for sharing this with me. i’m so honored && touched that something that i wrote can remind you of what this world should have been making clear to you all along: that you are worthy of companionship, kindness, patience, and support; that you deserve someone in your life who will treasure all the quirks and flaws that you think make you less than lovable; and that in spite of the vastness of the universe, finding that person is possible.

i hope today brings you your favorite weather and a windfall of cash. may you never misplace your phone, and may your beverages always be at the perfect temperature when you drink them. may all your naps be as satisfying as those of a cat sprawled in the sunshine, and may you wake each day with a newer and stronger sense of hopefulness and delight.

you deserve good things, nonnie. ♡

[redr0sewrites]

hellooo i saw you were taking requests and i think you write for eris vanserra? i had this silly idea that you know how noisy and busybodies the inner circle are and maybe after eris is already high lord there is some sort of ball, and the ic sees some girl walking with him and stuff and they’re just like 🤨🤨🤨 snooping around and shit?? you know just banter like that, i have no idea if this makes sense for u😭😭😭 anyway take your time if u decide to write this and feel free to ignore this if u don’t want to !!! thank u in advance love u

AAA TYSM NONNIE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQ! I WILL TRY MY BEST LMAO HOPE U ENJOY!

CW: the IC being nosy, fluffinesssss!

this was bound to be a disaster. all eris knew was that having the inner circle at autumn could lead to a multitude of issues, all of which would fall directly on him. he expected them to irritate his father, or break off the alliance, or even damage property. what he did not expect however, was the patronizing questions about his mate.

the questions all started on the first night. there had been a welcoming banquet in their honor, and you were standing aside eris in all of your autumnal glory. your magnificent outfit was adorned with jewelry and charms of autumn with dark red details and a beautiful trim. you stood elegant and poised, yet uncharacteristically close to eris, who seemed to be enraptured by you.

"who are they?" mor asked, eyeing you in slight confusion.

"im not sure, but if i had to guess, theyre eris' lover, or at least something akin to that" replied azriel. he watched you and eris with an amused look on his face, and the rest of the inner circle did the same. after a while, they dispersed and began to mingle among the fellow guests, but some of their minds remained lingering on you and eris.

"eris!" rhysands elegant voice cut through you and your mates soft conversation. you watch as eris takes on the role of the high lords son, and don's the mask of stone he so often wore around fellow nobles of the court.

"rhysand. i certainly wasn't expecting you here." his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at rhys and feyre, who accompanied him, with a calculating stare. you smile warmly, from what eris has told you, the inner circle will be a crucial part in overthrowing beron.

"its a pleasure to be here. however, there is one thing i personally didnt expect" rhysands eyes slide to you, and you meet his gaze. feyres eyes glimmer knowingly, and she meets your smile with one of her own.

"who is your precious companion, eris?" your lovers eyes narrowed, and he said simply, "none of your business. i suggest you return to the party."

"how cruel. you know, its rude to dismiss your guests" rhysand said almost mockingly, and eris' jaw tightened.

"well, id rather not cause a scene. i guess they must he rather important to you if theyre here. i hope we meet you again, perhaps in a less formal setting" rhysand says to you. with a smirk and a wink in your direction, rhysand turned with feyre beside him and walked away. you looked over at eris, and you could practically see his jaw working itself.

"relax my love. they arent a threat." eris sighs, turning towards you. "hes so fucking irritating" eris mutters, and you cant help but giggle softly.

that night had been the first of four instances in which the inner circle had begun to question you and eris' relationships, and finally eris lost his temper. cassian had cornered him while eris had simply been walking to the library and had begun to interrogate him, and eris has snapped.

"they are my mate you intolerable jackass! can you please fucking leave me alone?" eris spat, fuming in irritation. cassian had burst out laughing, but quickly winnowed away when he noticed eris' murderous expression. angry, frustrated, and overall irritated eris stormed back to your shared courters. when eris recounted the incident to you, you couldnt help but laugh. eris begrudgingly joined you, and cheer filled the room. the inner circle was clearly interested in eris' personal life, and it was hilarious to you the lengths they would go to discover your relationship.

god im so sorry this sucks so bad ajaaaaa i cant write dialogue for my life i tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible i hope you enjoy! i feel like this came out so shitty uurhehrhb im sorryyyyy

[venusvity]

baebi is just a concept, something that was pushed on to her, that’s not her. yuuna is like a puppet being controlled by their master. like, a crying child trapped in an adult body almost or a doll mindlessly being played with by a kid. she’s a poor girl that was exploited young and is still being exploited. she feels numb and shattered in pieces. she’s not meant to be sexy! that’s my opinion at least. also, when i think of yuuna, i think of blue hair by tv girl lol.

nonnie, i have been thinking about this ask all day <//3 it's so spot on and aaa just made me so at peace if that makes sense like i love when people understand my characters like i intended them to be. i love all interpretations of my ocs––okay, not all but you know akjncdsks––but it's very like...calming? idk the word for it but nice for people to really understand them especially yuuna. thank you so much for this ask!! you nailed yuuna's characterization 😭💗

[14dayswithyou]

I read online that Speak Now (Taylors Version) is coming out soon and it made me think of you c:

✦゜ANSWERED: In my delulu era because she really released a song called "I Can See You"????? Ren baby we've made it <3

And wahhhh I'm a bit late to this ask, but thank you for thinking of me nonnie!! That's actually so cute aaa ;v; /gen

[marsosims]

Dear marso

I wanted you to know that you are so loved and respected in this community. You deserve all the good things in life and when you face difficult times, i really hope you get through it with help from friends, family or even us if applicable LOL. I am way too scared of rejection and shy to send this off anon. But please believe me that i do care about u and i know that you care about the people who support you here

So yeah i just felt like leaving a cute message just in case you need it and you can read it again when u feel down

Hi! Thank you so much for this!! I really appreciate it, and it's really nice to read after the year I've gone through so far. I've definitely had some lows this year and I'm really happy to see people support me even if I've basically gone MIA for the first few months of the year.

Thank you so much and aaa I care for you too nonny thank u for this message ily <3 I'm really sorry for taking so long to respond to this I was finishing up my last CC dump LOL

[beneathashadytree]

hii!! i love ur smaus so soooo much i read every single update its too good and i hope to read so much more!! i wanted to request if you could write an angst to fluff smau where the l&ds lost track of time and missed a date that they promised to go to, and maybe you can add where reader thought they got stood up??🥺 i think it’ll be soo fun to read!!! aaa thank you and take ur time with the smaus!!!!<3 love them a lot!!

(To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽)

Oh nonnie, I’m so glad to hear that you like my works!! It honestly feels so reassuring to hear this when things in my personal life are going to shit. It’s the most comforting thing in the world, so thank you so much🥹 Honestly, if I were their lover and that happened to me, I’d be so hurt, because I rarely go out and am VERY punctual, so I’d automatically feel insulted and upset—but I know that with men like them, they’d do EVERYTHING to make sure their lover discards these thoughts instantly and reassure them ASAP. I posted it right here, and I hope you like how it turned out!!🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[mistysblueboxstuff]

Sending you some anon love to balance out the messages from people with nothing better to do than harass you. Your art is gorgeous and I hope you have a great day!

Aaa am sorry i missed your message nonny! Thank you for the kind words! 🥺❤️

[tarjapearce]

aaa ure so utterly gorgeous, miss t, you should've warned us omg!!!! you shouldn't be worrying about "not looking latina enough", ur features do not take away from who you are and having lighter skin does not make you any less latina <33

Thank you dear nonny 🥹❤️

[hockeyboysimagines]

Can i please have Matthew/Hallie for 5. “What do you mean the cars broken?” And 13. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Worried/Protective Matthew is always my favorite 🥰🥰

This was so cute and so fun! Thanks Nonny 🤍🤍🤍

“Can you explain to me why we’re driving and not flying?” Hallie asked from the passenger seat of the Audi.

“Because we’re taking a road trip and that’s more fun.”

It was a pouring.

Not just rain showering pouring, but actual buckets of rain were being dumped down so hard it was getting difficult to see. There was hardly any cars on the road as they made their way to a weekend getaway, just the two of them. He needed a break from Calgary and couldn’t wait to spend some time together just them, which was something he could never get enough of.

She glanced out the front window at the sky, a swirling mix of grey and blue and frowned.

“This weather sucks. Hopefully you didn’t have any outdoor activities planned for this weekend.”

“If I’m being honest I wasn’t really planning on us leaving the bed let alone outdoor stuff.”

Her mouth fell open and her face got red “Matthew!”

“Oh don’t Matthew me. We have three days of undisturbed free time. No hockey, no friends showing up unannounced, no stalkers.” He said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes “Ha Ha very funny. I guess it’ll be nice to spend some time together just us.”

“Preferably with minimal or no clothing on.” He glanced at her sideways “Just throwing that out there.”

She opened her mouth to respond but the car gave a large lurch and then a loud squeal.

“What the hell-“ the oil light pinged on the dash, blinking at him.

“Oh come on.” He moaned, steering the car to the side of the road as it sputtered and stalled.

“What’s wrong?”

“The car is broken.”

“What do you mean the cars broken?” Hallie asked leaning over to see the blinking light.

“I mean we have no oil. No oil no drive. Fuck.” He shook his head and popped the hood.

“Where are you going? You don’t know anything about cars. And I don’t really think this is the kind of place you wanna stop and get out at.” She trailed off looking around.

It was true. The rain and fog made the area they were in look like a scene from a horror film. It was poorly lit and desolate, with nothing to be seen for miles.

“What are you scared?”

“Hey I’m not the one who’s gonna get murdered. This scene happens in every horror movie ever made, and if you get out, their going to make one about you in 5 years.”

He stared at her for a full 5 seconds before he shook his head “You've been watching too much true crime.”

The rain had slowed a little now as he hoisted the hood up and ducked underneath it. Hallie was right, he didn’t know anything about cars, but in an effort to see if maybe things were wrong, he checked the oil.

It wasn’t.

With a sigh he pulled out his phone to call AAA and came around the side of the car to open Hallie’s door.

“Hey Hal I’m gonna call-“

But she wasn’t there.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he looked at her empty seat.

“Hallie? Hallie!-“ he whipped around in alarm as she jumped out from behind the hood and screamed.

“Jesus fuck!” He yelled grabbing at his heart. It was pounding out of his chest and he let out a long breath as she started laughing maniacally.

“Ahhhhhh I got you!” She said grinning as she pulled her hood up and walked past him to get in the car.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He grumbled as he got back in, pulling the door shut and frowning at her.

“Oh come on it was funny.” She said still giggling.

“Yeah it would have been if you hadn’t had an actual stalker.”

“Okay okay.” she said rolling her eyes “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“How sorry?”

“Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

He looked at the ceiling in thought “How about both?”

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him but stopped just short of his mouth and looked at him “Does your team know you scream like a girl?”

“That’s it. I’ll show you a scream.”

[mondaymelon]

hello!! i love your writing, it's really cute and you're fics are fun to read!! thank you for writing good stuff<33

AAA THANK YOU VERY MUCH NONNIE !!! you are the sweetest ojfoasjfldsjflj sending you so many hugs and kisses /p !!

[starmapz]

hi! i’m obsessed with blow me one last kiss, especially how refreshing the friends with benefits element is! i can’t stop thinking about how reader and gojo would’ve been before it all, and how the arrangement started. would you ever do a follow up fic for one of their nights together? maybe with a bit of yearning/longing :)

love your writing style btw!

hi nonnie! <3

aww this is so kind thank you so much <33 this honestly put a smile on my face which i needed today so i appreciate it :')

i would actually love to do a lil follow up maybe including the aquarium trip or something where shoko and suguru notice them getting closer and there's lots of yearning aaa that would be so cute

once i escape my writer's block i'll definitely add it to my prompt list <33

thank you for the sweet message and i hope you're doing well and have a great day <3

[sukirichi]

AAA I want a rin endgame so badd! Idk I just feel so bad for him☹️ being kidnapped, manipulated, and now feeling insecure with his real background

who’s gonna tell him y/n already knows his past.. 🤥

also WHO DID IRIS’S MOM KILL?!? I was thinking it was the King at first, but nobody knows he was murdered right?

and RINS JOURNAL?? he’s such a sweetie :c

in a way they’re both sacrificing their feelings for each others own “happiness” when they really should just run away together 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️

CHP 17 was soo good as always🙈 AND ITS FINALLY OVER FOR IRIS🤣 (hold on what’s happening to that baby?!?!) I saw you said you had exams im not sure if you took them yet, but I hope you did well!! Wishing you good health and happiness always! xx

nauh, I feel you, I feel like the way rin was robbed of his life was completely unfair, too. even though he’s antagonist of his own story, the real villain here was the king because if he’d only been a good husband, he’d have never pushed the queen to the brink of insanity (althoughhh she was already extremely greedy before the king ever cheated on her so. both of them are just actually horrible.) and yes!! nobody knows who iris’ mom killed, and as far as we know, only YN is aware that the queen killed him because she confessed to it herself.

RIN’S JOURNAL HE’S ACTUALLY DOWN BAD HE JUST DOESN’T KNOW BECAUSE HE’S A LIL DUMDUM WHEN IT COMES TO HIS FEELINGS!! no omg I’m so glad you noticed that!! “in a way they’re both sacrificing their feelings for each others own “happiness” when they really should just run away together” LIKE. this is so them!! in the current timeline, rin is choosing to let us go because he knows we’d be happier without him and that we deserve better. that’s why he’s so adamant in being mean and pushing us away. like he’s trying so hard to kill whatever affection we had left for him so that we’d completely forget about him, because he knows he couldn’t be a good husband anymore but it doesn’t mean he can’t nudge us towards somewhere/someone who we could be really happy with. also flashback to chapter eight I believe, or was it nine, when rin said, “I’ll find someone for you, someone great, someone who deserves you.” like when he said that, he’d still believed he was doing it out of kindness because he wanted iris more, but now he’s REALLY doing it because he knows that he’s not the best choice for us </3

AS FOR THE BABY AGSHJKA IG WE’LL SEE.  and nope baby I haven’t taken my exams yet (I have a lot of exams but in the Major Major Life Altering Exam, I’ll be taking it in a few months for now! the only exams I take these days are just the smaller ones hehehe, but thank you so much!) wishing you only the best too nonnie, I love you!!

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hii chuu its 🥟 nonnie 🙂‍↕️ i’d hate to disturb u but i realised i’m not in the anon list aaa 😢

oh no dimsum nonniee!😭 i’m sorry i forgot but now i’ve added it in the anon list! thank you for the reminder <3