#addie writes

[addsalwayssick]

Remus opened his letter, surprised when it appeared to be a howler. The last time he’d heard one was the day before Sirius got disowned back in 5th year.

He was in the dining hall for breakfast, sitting at the staff table. He watched as Harry and Hermione plotted, looking anxious. He blew it off, as it seemed Harry was always weary.

“A howler,” Snape sneered from beside him.

“Astute observation, Severus.” Remus told him, nodding at him.

Remus disregarded Snape, and focused on the howler. There was no name on it, so it was possible it was from a student playing a prank. In good nature, for the prankingnostalgia, Remus opened it.

There was silence for a moment before a loud, booming voice started to yell. “DARLINGGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL” And it was his Sirius Black. And he knew they would find each other again.

[munsonmuses]

•Sounds of Satisfaction•

Eric (AQPDO) x Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of the end of the world. Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, light oral (f receiving)

I know it just came out. I know it’s new. But damnit…I needed smut with this watery eyed man let me tell you-

Authors Warnings: this was not proof read

Word Count: 1.7k

Eric’s body ached terribly. The impact from the water, swimming one handed. Running on empty for days as he carefully curled up with Frodo. Legs shaking and mouth flapping like a fish out of water, trying to form any thought as he sleepily looked around.

They’d been adrift for about six hours now, on open water and swaying with the waves. His empty stomach queasy from poorly digested stale pizza, bourbon, and fear. Looking around quietly before Frodo wriggled from his arms. Running off as Eric followed. Clamoring desperately as he weaved through bunches of people. “Excuse…excuse me…clear the way. My uh…my cat!” He squealed. Making his way through to a sight strangely comforting.

There you were, eating from your rucksack and carefully feeding Frodo pieces of beef jerky as his paws held your fingers expectantly. Eric blushing in shame as he walked over.

“I’m terribly sorry for his…behavior. He’s very curious, a risk taker.” He laughed nervously as you hummed softly in understanding. Pressing a cheese cracker to your tongue as you looked him over. “You’re from England…” you murmured as he nervously nodded. Sitting beside you and grunting as a massive bag of trail mix hit him in the chest. Gratefully opening and picking through it.

“I just got back from um…my trip across Europe. A study abroad program…didn’t expect this…” you murmured. “I was in my cab…and my parents were waiting for me…and then what looked like stars fell from the sky…then uh,” you mimicked the sound of an explosion while bubbling out your hands. “Parents gone, my little apartment in tatters and my life in shambles…” you murmured as he pursed his lips. Eyes filled with pity as he carefully placed a hand on your knee.

The two of you got to talking. Sharing names and experiences, Eric giving you the cashews from the trail mix as he frowned to himself. Carefully leaning his sleepy head on your shoulder as he hummed in thought.

“Where do you think we’re going?…” he whispered as you rubbed his scalp lightly. “Probably some sort of island or compound…somewhere safe.” You mumbled as you carefully stood. Eric’s big, wet brown eyes boring into you as you gestured for him to follow you as you entered the bottom of the ferry. Finding a storage closet as he eagerly trailed behind with Frodo in step. Watching as you piled up blankets and softer clothes from your bag into a pallet to sleep on.

“Is this um…where you’ll be sleeping?” He asked nervously as you hummed. “Yes. Yes it is…? Why…?” You murmured as he frowned to himself.

“Can…can I lie with you…?” Eric was clingy, terribly so. Thousands of miles from home. Nobody to stick by. He needed someone to keep him grounded in some way. His eyes watching you as you pushed air through your pursed lips.

“Yes but you have to take off the slacks and shoes. I don’t…I don’t think I can fathom sleeping next to someone dressed like a lawyer.” You muttered as he smiled wide. Removing his tie and kicking off his sneakers. Wriggling off his terribly stained slacks as you sighed.

Stripping of your layers, you stood in your thin tank top and your leggings. His face pink in flustered confusion as he shivered. “I um…I can see your…your um…” he gestured to your chest as you looked down.

“My…my what? Oh my nipples. I am a woman and it is cold Eric.” You insisted as he frowned. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked woman before~” you teased as he looked away. “I’ve seen magazines, and pornos! I’m not…im not completely unaware.” He insisted to himself.

He hadn’t…seen a naked woman before, or even like…a barely clothed one in real life it seemed. Pursing your lips as you sighed. “I’ll gladly put on a sweater if it’s bothering…you…” your eyes travelled downward to a very nervous, very stressed, and very hard Eric as he bit his lip harshly.

“Eric…you’re telling me you nearly died a virgin?” You whispered as he whimpered in embarrassment. “I hadn’t had time, to do things like that? For fear of like…losing my way. I came here for one reason. Law school.” He insisted. Picking at his fingers anxiously as you gently took his hands and pulled them apart.

“Well…we’re relatively safe now…and you’re not terrible looking~” you teased him lightly as he scoffed in gentle frustration. “Would you like…for me to be your first time?” You murmured softly as he bit his lip. Thinking about it as he nodded slowly. You were the only person he knew in America with the current situation. Plus you were pretty. With full lips and big batting lashes and a dusting of pink on your cheeks from the cold and-…his thoughts kept spinning in his head as he whined. He felt perverted, to acknowledge how he’d been thinking of you.

“Yes please…” he murmured as he let you lead him to sit on the soft pallet you’d made. His eyes watching you tentatively as you carefully took his hands and placed them on your hips. “You can touch me Eric…just be gentle…can’t be too loud…it’s the end of the world after all,” you teased as he carefully nodded in agreement.

“Can we um…can we have you lying down…and me on top? If that’s okay?” He whispered. Thumbs rubbing idle circles on your hips as he waited for your approval.

“Yes we can do it in missionary…and thank you for asking it’s very sweet,” you assured as you slowly lied down. Eric following as he straddled your lap and tenderly moved up to cup your face. “May I kiss you…?” He whispered as you laughed lightly. Pulling him down to kiss you.

It was clumsy and messy, his body relaxing against you as he held your face between his clammy palms. Tongue swiping across your bottom lip as you allowed him in. His whimpers desperate as he rutted against your thigh. He was *big*.

He whimpered in need as his kisses trailed along your jaw, down your throat. Slowly working up your tank top as he audibly whined at the sight of your breasts. Nipples pebbling from the cold as he continued to kiss down your collarbone. Warm hands slowly working up your sides as he shuddered.

“You’re really fit, you know?” He whispered. Left hand lightly taking hold of one of your pert breasts. Gently kneading it between his wanton fingers and panting lightly to himself. His mouth wandering lower till it lightly nipped the soft skin of your chest. His knee slotted between your plush thighs. Hands slowly working their way down as you sucked air between your teeth. His mouth needy as he left hickeys across your full chest.

“I um…im going to try something…” he whispered nervously as he carefully backed up. Pressing his nose against your soft stomach as he clumsily took the elastic of your underwear between his teeth. Pulling it down with a bit of a struggle. Getting them off as his eyes widened.

“Wow…um…you’re…you’re beautiful…” he complimented as he lifted your left leg just a bit. Pressing warm and wet kisses along your inner thigh before ending at your clit. Placing a firm and warm peck as his fingers delicately traced your lips.

“Thank you…Eric-“ you’d been holding your breath. His passionate and gentle ministrations were addictive as you watched his face dip between your legs. Moaning lightly as his fingers pressed into you. Looking up at your face to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

His fingers were thick, and careful. Lightly pumping and curling as he fingered you. Not wanting to cause any harm as he bit his lip gently. Drawing a moan from you as he covered your mouth. “Mmmm…shhh~, we don’t want to get caught.” He insisted lightly as he gently rubbed your clit with his thumb.

His motions were calculated, eyes never leaving your face to make sure you were okay. The soft and wet sounds of your cunt the only real noise besides your muffled breathing. His big brown eyes blown up in need as he whimpered loudly.

“When we get…wherever we’re meant to be, you’ll stay with me…” he was asking, though it came out as more of a gentle demand as he wriggled his fingers a bit deeper. Starting to increase the speed of his motions as you gripped the fabric beneath you.

“Fuck-“ it barely came past his mouth as he shuddered aggressively. “I need you…” he retracted his fingers. Your body clenching around nothing as he worked himself out of his boxers.

He was thick, a nice vein along the underside of his shaft as he pumped himself with his soaked hand. Watching you desperately as he pushed between your thighs and eased himself into you.

His grip on your mouth tightened as your lashes fluttered and back arched. Groaning softly to himself as he eased each inch till he’d fully hilted himself inside you. Twitching lightly. He’d cum soon. Inexperienced and desperate.

He slowly rolled his hips. A testing motion to see if it felt as good for you as it did him. Tears pricking your eyes from overstimulated need. His lips lightly kissing them away as he began to thrust.

“So good for me…so pretty…” he whined lightly as he held you close. His thrusts short and deep as he rocked into you. The space a bit cramped as he hissed through his teeth. “Oh your cunt was made for me…” he murmured as he rocked his weight to make sure he could get as much friction as possible. “Such a pretty girl…” he crooned as he held your gaze.

His breathy moans came from between his plush lips. Nervous and needy as he grit his teeth lightly. Legs trembling as he panted loudly to himself. “So fucking good…” his words were simply repeating. Brain fried from lust and exhaustion.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ his hips stuttered as he pressed himself deep into you. Letting himself cum as you moaned into his hand. Holding his wrist as he slowly lied on top of you. Exhausted pants leaving you both as his hand slipped from your mouth.

“Thank you…” he whispered, eyes closing. Finally able to rest.

[adaginy]

The Big Guide to Humans: Language

Most humans use their lungs, mouths, and larynx (a small organ between them colloquially called the "voice box") to produce audible language. There are also "signed" languages, in which the positions and motions of fingers, hands, and arms are used in place of audible language, primarily for communication with those lacking a sense of hearing or ability to use their mouths or larynx, but also in places where silence is required. There are also languages of whistling, a high-pitched noise made with the lips (the mobile edges of their mouths). Terra has thousands of languages, many of them incredibly complex and precise. Despite this, humans rarely use translation docks with each other, preferring to find a language they have in common. Most humans can use at least two Terran languages. They are likely to speak (or sign or whistle) a native language and are expected to speak or sign one or more Terran-Common languages (see human history for how Terran-Common languages spread). They may also be able to use languages of other regions as needed for trade, diplomacy, or curiosity. Human languages additionally have features called "accents" and "dialects." What makes something an accent, a dialect, or a separate language is ostensibly a spectrum of how different they are... but in practice some accents are not mutually intelligible* with each other while some languages are, and what is a "dialect" as opposed to one or the other may be political rather than practical: We asked human language-experts about this and the answer given by several of them** was "A language is a dialect with an army and a navy" (two types of human military). As a matter of practicality, translation docks allow for translation into and out of most dialects if the dialect (or accent) is, functionally, a separate language. This sometimes caused problems in comparatively early human space-history for those political reasons, but Terran politics has become more cooperative over time. Most human languages, particularly spoken ones, also have a written form. There are far fewer writing styles than languages. For example, many languages, including multiple Terran-Common languages, use what is known as the "Roman alphabet," named for a distantly historical military (see human history, again). In an alphabet, sounds are represented by marks or combinations of marks, and by knowing the sounds one knows what the line of marks would read if spoken. There are also syllabaries, in which the marks represent sets of sounds, and logographic systems, in which complex marks represent ideas. Some languages use combinations thereof. While humans generally cannot write as fast as they speak, many can read far faster than a human can speak, allowing for the rapid absorption of information.

Most humans are innately "good at" language, even if they do not believe they are. (This is especially true with human children.) If your language is adequately perceptible to humans, expect that over time they will learn at least a little bit of it. If your language is audible to them (or signed in a way that can be approximated), expect that they will find a way to produce it and use your own language to speak with you. They feel this is polite and friendly, although they understand that most non-Terrans are unlikely to learn and use their languages in return. * Many human languages share a "root" language, and the languages have spread and separated in ways akin to evolution. Similarly to how closely-related species can sometimes hybridize, a speaker of one language may be able to understand, with some difficulty, a speaker of a closely-related language. **see human hive mind debate

[addie-henderson]

Percy x non New Yorker!reader

"i told her, that was what I was talkin' bout. " he huffs annoyed as you crawl in his bed sitting across his hips to look down at him speak. you giggle little at his words and he looks at you funny his eyebrows knitted together and his lips in a lazy confused smile. "what? "

"talkin' bout." you smile copying the way that he speaks, quick in pace but lazy in diction as the words fall off your tongue in an unfamiliar way.

"don't do this-" he groans burying his face into a pillow.

"your accent is so silly I love it." you smile lefting his hand up to press a kiss to his palm. "I love it. I love you."

"yeah?"

"yeah." you mock him again getting a huffy whine of annoyance. you lift the pillow off his face and press a kiss to the bump in his nose. "I'm only teasing."

his hand settles against your face to stroke your cheek softly. "you like my voice, yeah?" he asks looking up at you.

"yeah." you mimic.

his thumb stops brushing against your cheek as his hand finds it's place hanging loosely around your neck to guide your face to his. you feel his finger flex tighter just slightly as he gives you a quick kiss.

"i... really um." you mutter out before he brings you in for another. "I really like your voice, Perce."

"that's good sweetheart."

you giggle despite yourself and find yourself muttering in a New York accent that sounds fun in your ears. "...sweetheart."

Percy fingers twitch around your neck, possibly in annoyance. "shut up and kiss me."

[addsalwayssick]

“Please, Moony?” Sirius begged. “For me?”

“What if I get stood up?” Remus asked him, a cigarette between his lips.

“Then call me. We’ll go out to eat together.” Sirius said. “But please, just one.”

Remus sighed. “Fine. Pick out one date for me.”

“Perfect! Her phone number is —————-“

“Alright. I’ll text her.”

“Sirius.” Remus said, sounding tired on the other end of the line.

“What’s up? Did the date go well?” Sirius asked teasingly.

“She stood me up.” Remus told him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Remus. Er- meet me at the pizza place on 77th street, and we’ll go for some pizza.” Sirius told him, already packing a small bag of money and other things.

“Okay, i’ll be there in 10”

It happened again. Sirius wasn’t quite sure how someone could have such terrible luck. Sirius told him he needed someone who wouldn’t stand him up. Then Remus called and told him he got stood up- again.

“I’m done blind dating.” Remus grumbled.

“Please Moons just one-“

“Why are you so focused on me getting a date?” Remus asked angrily. “If you’re so worried about who I end up with, why don’t I just date you?”

Sirius gaped at him. “Remus you know i’m not-“

“Gay. Yeah, I know.” Remus said, pushing his chair back, putting a few dollars on the table to pay for his part of the meal.

“Remus-“

But he was already gone. Sirius tried to call him a few times but he never picked up. Eventually he resorted to calling James.

“You’re an idiot.” James said immediately.

“What?”

“He canceled those dates so he could go out with you, you knob.” James told him. “One sec, Reg, i’m knocking some sense into your brother.”

“He- what? He canceled? For me? But i’m-“ Sirius said, running a hand through his hair.

“Shut up. What do you feel when you think of Remus?” James asked.

“I don’t know? I feel warm? Like safe. And it’s not like he’s not bloody fit, but he’s sweet and- oh my god i’m in love with Remus Lupin.” Sirius realized.

“There you go!” James whooped from the other side of the phone. “Go get him, tiger.”

But Sirius was already in the car. He knew the way to the apartment Remus, Regulus, and Lily shared by heart. “Oh and by the way, Reg is here with me, and Lils is with Mary so..”

“Shut up, James.”

Sirius finds a couple of things suddenly making sense. Why he was so mad when Remus moved in with Regulus (who was not dating james at that point) and got mad at them.

“I’m here, James. James what do I say?” Sirius panicked.

“I don’t know! Just tell him how you feel!” James said.

“How do I feel?”

James sighed and hung up.

He knocked on the door of the apartment building. It was answered by a shirtless Remus, who had an old jumper in his hand.

“No.” Remus said and tried to close the door.

“Wait!” Sirius said placing his foot in the door.

“What, Sirius?” Remus asked, exasperated. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now, so unless you have something homophobic to say, or maybe telling me we can’t be friends anymore, please leave.”

“Remus- I don’t know how to say it. I’m not good at this.”

“Say what?” Remus asked, his eyebrow raised.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, before stepping closer and touching his lips to Remus’s.

remus going “i dont wanna go on blind dates what if i get stood up?” and sirius going “then you call me and then we go eat together”

and so remus pretends to be continuously stood up just so he and sirius can go on a “date”

[veinsfullofstars]

“Any more stupid questions?”

Bonus live reactions to being saved from a Dark Matter ambush:

Started 07/13/24, finished 07/27/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost

[glupshittostan]

this is actually how blind betrayal went down

[ideeylic]

so why didn't you stop me? why didn't you stop me

[adaginy]

The first thing we did was go around the room and give our names.

So, you know.

I've read that the reason Nigerian prince emails and other obvious scams are still a thing is that they don't need to convince a lot of people -- it just takes one person to make a jackpot.

And of course we were a whole classroom, clearly not having done any research in advance. That worked out rather nicely for Them. One person who had a last minute memory of a warning gave a fake name. But a solid dozen!

So, let's talk about the rules for getting back your name. Now, what you offer does have to be yours to give. You can't give up other people's memories, for example, unless they're memories of you. And of course it has to be something of value, more valuable than what They already have. But, it doesn't necessarily have to be valuable to you. They, uh, if you haven't figured out yet that They aren't all sunshine and daisies, They really like memories of traumatic childhoods. That's a strong offer. You'll want to have done therapy about it already; makes it a lot harder to chat out your problems if you don't remember 'em.

There was a trans lady in our group! She traded her dead name, with its 20-odd years of use and power and a bit of trauma attached, for the name she'd given, which only had about 4 years of happy use. Win-win! Someone did trade his firstborn. He was a musician; he had to make a valuable offer. Who knows how the kid's mom feels about it. Maybe the kid doesn't exist yet. Maybe there's no plan for the kid to exist, but They have Ways. You can also pledge services. That absolutely does not have to be sexual. You can get yourself in worse trouble if you pledge that and can't meet Their standards. Music and arts are popular. Raising changelings. Or, of course, teaching classes about how to get your name back. It's time-consuming and frustrating for one of Them to try to explain to a potential trading partner the sort of thing that They want from you, and you all are understandably a bit gun-shy about trying to make deals with Them! I am, 100%, fully, born and raised, human. So when I pass you these worksheets about your past, plans, possessions, propensities, and parts of your body you'd be willing to surrender, rest assured you can fill them out safely. If at any point you think you know what you'd like to trade, you can come up to me and I can give you my evaluation of whether They'd accept it. It's an honest evaluation; I don't benefit from you offering Them bad deals, and I don't benefit from trying to wheedle you into better offers. My job is just to smooth out and expedite the process. So, take this stack of worksheets and pass them back. I'll shuffle them up and mix them with my other classes' papers and we'll use them for brainstorming. No need to put names on them. ;)

Text: You can take a weekend course, to learn how to make safe and profitable deals with the fae. The one I sign up for is dirt cheap, the first of many red flags.

[jessmalia]

Mal's Teen Wolf rewatch: Magic Bullet (1x04)

[addsalwayssick]

“Riri,” Regulus whispered through a crack of the bathroom door.

Sirius, who was walking past turned to look at him. “Hey Reg, what’s up?”

“Come here” Regulus whispered. He hoped his brother would approve of him.

Sirius steps into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him softly. When he turns around his mouth drops. Regulus, who once had long flowing black hair, had cut it above his ears.

“Reg you can’t- you-“ Sirius sputtered, touching the hair carefully.

Regulus’s face dropped. “You don’t like it?” Regulus asked, frowning.

“Oh no, I love it. You look amazing but-“

“I wanted to be like you” Regulus said softly, grasping at Sirius’s hand.

Sirius, who was only 14, nodded carefully. “Okay, Reg. Shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Regulus asked. Sirius was turned away, Regulus trying to look into his eyes.

They heard heels click on the stairs and Sirius turned to Regulus, putting his hands on either sides of his face. “I am so so proud of you. You look amazing and you’re doing so good. I love you.” Sirius said before kicking the door open and dragging Regulus out in front of their mother. “Maman! Look what I did to Reg’s hair!”

Regulus swallowed harshly. “Maman I-“

Sirius slapped a hand over his mouth. “Doesn’t she look good!”

Walburga’s eyes narrowed as she grasped Sirius by the arm and took him to the foyer. Regulus could hear the cries of pain as he sobbed to himself in his bedroom.

[munsonmuses]

Ehehehehehe I don’t CARE that the trailer just came out. I’m writing an Emperor Geta piece-

[adaginy]

The Big Guide to Humans: Skin

First: Yes, it is true that humans have whole-body stripes that not all species can see. Yes, it is also true that they themselves cannot usually see them. They are an artifact of pre-natal development and are present from birth. They usually have no significance, though some skin abnormalities may follow their usually-invisible path (or may make them visible).

See body art for questions about deliberate skin markings.

--- Human skin is a soft yet durable covering made of stretchy proteins. It provides protection from water loss, pathogens and UV radiation, insulates their body against external temperatures, synthesizes a chemical they use to make their skeleton, and is home to humans' abilities to feel touch and to cool themselves.

The skin is made up of layers, further divided into more layers, and the different functions are distributed within them. The details of these layers are not necessary to know for working alongside humans; suffice it to say that the topmost layer may noticeably flake off in very dry environs and this is mostly harmless but irritating to the human, oozing a clear but yellow-tinted liquid (see immune system) represents a minor but disproportionately painful injury of having scraped off the uppermost layers, and bleeding (oozing or gushing a red opaque liquid, see circulatory system) means the injury is deeper still.

Skin that has been damaged can usually repair itself over time, although it may take assistance (externally binding the wound shut, for example). Deeper wounds are likely to scar, that is, to be repaired with a tougher skin of different appearance. This is not the same thing as a callus, seen on the base of human feet and sometimes on the fingers, in which the skin grows thicker and tougher to resist pressure injuries.

It is normal for tiny hairs to be present in the skin over most of the human's body, regardless of sex or gender. Both sexes may have prominent hair on their faces or torso after puberty (see lifespan and development), but it is much more common with men.

If the human is warm (likely if ambient temperature is above melting point of gallium) or has been exerting themselves, they may "sweat." Salt water will leak in small amounts from all over their skin, concentrated on the forehead/under their hair, in the soft socket under where their arms meet the body, and around the external genitalia, to make use of evaporative cooling. They may begin to smell strongly; they usually find this smell unpleasant. If the human is cold, or in some scary situations, the tiny hairs may stand up instead of laying flat. This is an evolutionary artifact from ancestors with thicker fur and no longer helps to keep them warm or frightens predators.

Humans' sense of touch is very sensitive, especially on their hands, but outside of their hands it is sometimes not precise. You could lay one of their hairs on a surface and ask them to find it by feel, and they would be able to do so with their hands even if the surface was not smooth. If you dropped a single hair on the bare arm of a human, they would feel it, but they would not be able to pinpoint its exact location without seeing it.

!! Due to tiny dangerous creatures on their home planet, humans will usually immediately attempt to remove the source of an unexpected small light touch, often by swiping at it with a hand or by jerking their body. If you are fragile or tiny, and this would damage or dislodge you, get their attention before physical contact. !!

While humans can only see a narrow portion of the electromagnetic spectrum, they can sense somewhat beyond that band with their skin. Infrared can be sensed as heat, especially at short distances. Ultraviolet can be sensed over time, as specialized molecules in the skin cause cells to sacrifice themselves to prevent it from penetrating farther into the skin. However, by the time the human has noticed the feeling of this cell-sacrifice, the skin is likely to be damaged enough that it will darken and/or become red and sensitive soon (within the timespan of a human sleep cycle). Humans with naturally darker skin can generally withstand ultraviolet radiation for longer periods of time before becoming damaged. When the darkening or reddening has passed, small brown marks called "freckles" will often remain, usually for the rest of the human's life. If the skin has reached the red stage, as the color returns to normal the damaged skin may come off in thin sheets as though the human is molting. Do not offer assistance with removal unless they ask.

Human skin is covered in bacteria, viruses, and fungi that are mostly harmless to them. This is covered in more detail under microbiome with some pertinent points under mating.

[addie-henderson]

•°•𝕸𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖊 #5: 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕵𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖆•°•

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓𝖊: controversially young

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖜𝖔: somnophilia

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊:

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗:

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊:

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖘𝖎𝖝:

[landonkirbyappreciation]

Landon + his journal

bonus:

[thatbookmate]

If you cannot be the poet, be the poem.