#babygirl is crazy

[gimpwithoutorgans]

Saw this on iwtvtwt and started losing my mind

The eyes of a boy who knows no one in that room loves him (himself included).

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

tw: none (?) so far, just some obsessive sounding letters

you were currently staring at a face that wasn't yours, in a castle you've never seen, surrounded by people you don't know. you look down at you hands, now covered in jewelry you could have never hoped to afford in your previous life. your unblemished, dainty hands that have never seen a day of work.

the first couple days you spent in this body were spent in bed. you were told by the nurse that you had collapsed while leaving supper and had been asleep for several days.

your father, the count, made the estate's staff keep you in bed and well taken care of. he was a tan and muscular man with a scar across the left side of his face. at first you were intimidated by his rough appearance, especially because these settings usually accompany a stereotypically abusive family for the female protagonist.

however, you found that he was a kind and gentle man, genuinely concerned for his child's well being. his eyes soften as they turn to you, and after asking around, you found out that he has been working remotely from the estate ever since you passed out.

you found out from a maid that he was born a commoner, but excelled at combat and battle strategy. which caught the eye of the grand duke, and his daughter.

the grand duke's daughter was about the same age as him, and there were rumors floating around about them meeting in secret as children, then falling in love as they grew older.

he was able to prove his worth to the kingdom and earn his title through battle. although, it was unclear if he did this just to obtain status, or if it was to impress a certain grand duke.

your mother was usually busy tending to the estate's financial affairs, but the few times you saw her around were when she was at your bedside, reading a book in her lap while playing with a strand of your hair as you were tended to by nurses and maids.

apparently, regardless of the status your father obtained, the grand duke was insistent that his daughter was too good for him. he would shout and scream like a child about how she would marry the prince, who is now the king. when she refused to do so, he disowned her.

with your father's newly obtained title of "count" he obtained land, and greatly assisted the men and women he paid to build the estate you and your family currently live in.

your mother apparently knew that she would get disowned as soon as they made their relationship public. so, they strategically announced their engagement and wedding so that your mother could simply move in with your father as soon as she was disowned.

she usually appeared cold and didn't say much, but the way she looked at your father made you believe she had no regrets and loves him, you, and the life she has. the way your father looked at her also made you believe that he was deeply in love with her, as he borderline worshipped the ground she walked on. they were a private, yet happy couple and you were their beloved only child.

this scene was familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. you were an avid reader of "otome isekai" manga and manhwa, but nothing about this seemed familiar to you. so, when you were finally allowed to leave your bed, you tried to deduce as much as you could about where you were.

eventually, you decided to ask your parents. claiming that you were having issues with your memory since you collapsed. technically not a lie, and they looked concerned while they answered your questions one at a time. as you got up to leave, you noticed a pile of unopened letters on the windowsill of your parents' joint office.

your parents sighed as their attention shifted to what you had been staring at.

your father spoke up first, "that friend of yours has not stopped sending letters ever since he found out what happened to you," he continued, "i knew it was a mistake telling him you collapsed."

your mother expression shifted into a sly yet knowing look, "well, i can't blame the boy for being concerned. the two of you have been attached at the hip since childhood."

your father makes an abstract motion with his left arm, vaguely gesturing at the pile of letters. "we didn't want to disturb your rest or worry you, so we decided to hide the letters until you recovered." he pauses, "feel free to take them on your way out."

you walk over to the windowsill and slowly start collecting the letters. all addressed to what is now "your" name. as your eyes shift to the return address, you notice they all came from an oliver northwood.

you say your goodbyes to your parents, and make your way back to your room. once you've arrived, you set down the letters on your bed and slowly realize just how many letters he's written to you within the past four days. you begin with the earliest ones, all of which contain very sweet and concerned messages, wishing for you to recover soon.

as you keep reading, you start to feel a sense of dead wash over you as the contents of the letters become more... unsettling. shifting from statements like "i wish you a speedy recovery and can't wait to see you again!" to "every day i go without seeing your face is a day wasted. i wish i could go over there to see you, even if you 'aren't awake.'"

you push on, finally getting to the more recent letters. the contents causes a small shiver to run down your spine. "i miss you so so so so much. my darling, my love, my closest friend. please please get better soon. i feel myself slowly going insane when you aren't near me. sometimes, i feel like you are the one thing keeping me stable. please get better. please..."

you don't know this man, but the person whose body you now inhabit did.

you try to recall every male lead you could. oliver northwood... oliver northwood... doesnt sound like any male lead youve read about. you did read... so much otome isekai though. so its also possible you just cant remember.

just who is he?

please let me know if you want a continuation! :)

[kaszymanny]

Mika day!!! 💛💙

[gothiethefairy]

hey you ever think about how laios always try to make himself small around his friends and other people because he's aware how big and tall he is and how he could look intimidating like that so he tries to crouch down more, be more gentle, look as soft as he can?

but his "ultimate monster form" is a three-headed chimera that's the size of a kaiju because he made that design up as a child, because he wanted to be big and scary to protect falin and himself from the people that hurt them? and when he was in that form, he was still trying to protect his friends?

much to think about

[somethinginworl]

I love this woman I wanna kiss her

[rubywingsracing]

1/2 redraws in celebration of 1k followers on insta!!! The progress I’ve made is insane

[buttered-toasty]

There is a red eye in the east.

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Posting this one reallll early cause why not. It is one of my inktobers (just not labeled bc the writing takes away from the vibes). Fun fact: this shit is titled “mawwiage” in my files lol

[yuyu-finale]

tough fight

[yuikira]

@fulloflambing i love you so much. your prompt was too good to not write. thank you for the idea.

tw: highly suggestive, basically talking sex atp, he's fucking whipped for you, a little crack at the end if u squint

"oh? you got a tattoo here?

"mhm"

"shit, it looks... good on you. lay down baby lay down, i wanna see it closely"

he kept a hand on your waist as you laid down on the bed with your back facing him, shivering under his unwavering gaze.

"s'pretty...can i kiss you here? please?"

you giggled. he'd never stopped being the gentleman he was, just like you first met.

"of course! its all yours anyway"

a blush crept up on his cheeks. even after so much time, it was hard for him to actually believe you were with him, you let him be your boyfriend. for him, it was such an honour to be with you. how did he even manage this?

he leaned forward to your back, gently tracing the patterns of your back tattoos with his bare fingers. he always took off his gloves when with you. he needed to touch you, to feel you, to be with you at every single moment he possibly can because that's just what your love has done to him. It's insane.

"oh shit baby, shit" he cursed under his breath. did his pants suddenly got a size toght? what happened to him? why do you feel something hard poking on your thighs?

"you look so fucking pretty......and slutty. all f'me so I can fuck you from behind and get a niiice good look on your back? just like this, yeah?" as he suddenly yanked your head behind, holding your hair from the back of your head. a surprised moan left your lips at his action, turned on by his sudden demeanor change. how did he shift so fast from worshipping you to ruining you to a mess?

oh, this was going to be a long night. he's going to have fun turning into dora the explorer exploring your tattoos and what else surprises you might have for him.

[crazymecjc]

✨daniil dankovsky’s fun steppe vacation✨

[thekidsarentalright]

u ever think about how the kids aren’t alright is a love song to friendship and pete said favorite record is a love song to the fans, when talking about it he said ‘my favorites always feel a bit off and out of place- maybe that’s why i love you so’ and twin skeletons is a love song to him too, where he said ‘the world doesn’t make sense to me but i’d rather it not make sense when i am lying next to you’, and maybe abap is an album that sings of all the devastation of love but is also bursting at the seams with the potential of love and love that comes to us in unorthodox ways, with all of its possible imperfections and deep devotions. maybe it is our time now if you want it to be, maybe i’m yours when it rains it pours, i spin for you, we could be immortals, if you just hold on. like maybe abap is one of the best most important albums ever do u ever think about it??

[spicyvampire]

Hate /heɪt/ verb -> Enduring anger focused on a particular person or group of persons. Over time hatred may generate the personality trait of hostility. Surprise /sɚˈpraɪz/ noun -> The briefest emotion, surprise is triggered by the sudden occurrence of an unexpected event. It is often a way station that leads, after more appraisal, to any of the other emotions. Fondness  /ˈfɑnd·nəs/ noun -> A liking. Guilt /ɡɪlt/ noun -> Regret about a past action [...], a feeling of worry or unhappiness that you have because you have done something wrong, such as causing harm to another person.

Atlas of emotions + Cambridge dictionary

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 6

[undermine-the-instinct]

I DONT NEED ANOTHER FUCKING PRETTY BOY. I DONT NEED ANOTHER BABYGIRL

[antigonick]

I want you to be aware that I KNOW you have treated me infernally—infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while!

—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[beware-of-you-98]

“people only like agathario as a ship because of the actresses”

NO actually because do you know how fucking insane the concept of having a character whose soul purpose for even existing is to Lead people to the Afterlife, like that’s literally it. There’s no rules** or feelings or certain way to do things. She literally just IS.

And then suddenly this Character meets This other character who has been rejected by the only people she’s ever known, called a monster and nearly executed by said people. She thinks she’s a fucking monster but Death gets her because that’s the one THING that makes her so alike with this witch:

They aren’t Monsters. They can’t control what they do. They aren’t cruel.

They just are.

Now imagine this character, who has never once in her life has felt Anything because it’s not who she is. She’s not supposed to FEEL things.

But this other character, she makes Death feel for the first time ever: anger, jealousy, longing, anguish, sadness, turmoil and, above all love. And this love LITERALLY humanizes her.

Death isn’t supposed to have a Heart that beats.

And yet, out of this love, comes life.

Death isn’t supposed to be a Mother.

And when Death is doing her job, her Love begs her not to do it. To not do her job.

And, perhaps maybe for the first time ever, Death has a rule she can break.

She can’t NOT take the dead.

She doesn’t take Nicky from Agatha for six years. Nicky was never, ever meant to even exist. But because death broke her own rules, he lived for far longer than he should have.

And then she Had to take him.

And suddenly, for the first time EVER, Death is affected by the loss.

The loss pushes the person to give her Life, humanity and more to hate her. And then she feels guilt, and sorrow, and further down the line, anger and frustration because she can’t Find her.

And when she finally does, she’s at Peace. She’s enjoying herself because her person is here and she’s talking to her and suddenly Death feels whole again.

She’s not supposed to feel.

And, still, when her love dies, Death feels it like she never has before. She cries. She mourns.

She’s not supposed to do anything but be Death, and yet because of Agatha Harkness, Death had become so much more.

And THAT is insane to me.

The fact that agatha and rio are played by two incredibly talented and Stunning actresses is literally just the cherry on the cake.

[darlingjmiller]

these two photos have single handedly ruined my day