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i've finally made it to leon's side of destiny dc and i'm really digging all these extra cutscenes we're getting from his pov...i think it's rly clever how they squeezed in all these extra little interactions with hugo, marian, and chal through moments where he had been apart from the main party. BUT ALSO i just hit that one scene from cherik and it kind of tore my heart out lmao so. i need to ramble.
okay so even before cherik, i think the extra fleshing out of the castle scene was really great. from stahn's side all we ever saw was leon saying he's going to report the situation to the king and request a ship, and then...he soon came back with a ship! his report to the king naturally couldn't have been a pleasant conversation, but it was over and done with so quickly that i didn't think much of it.
and then leon's side showed him trying SO hard to plead his case before the king, his frustration at being dismissed and treated like a child, his momentary happiness and triumph when the king finally agreed...only for it to immediately come crashing as hugo comes in and smugly takes all the credit? god my HEART.
so then we sail off from darilsheid with leon under a shit ton of pressure, beating himself up from what happened in straylize and so so SO determined to succeed. it's under these conditions that they arrive at cherik. and they talk to baruk, who points out that it's "rare for leon to get along with people his age" while stahn happily says it's bc theyre friends, which naturally would've made leon feel put on the spot and defensive. and this was apparent when playing stahn's side, but even then, the way leon verbally lashed out afterwards and said he was "disgusted" seemed especially harsh.
still, it's leon, so i'd always just chalked it up to him being judgemental and disliking stahn's attitude + simply not respecting him during this part of their journey. all of which is true to some extent but then leon's side hits me with this additional scene:
and ofc i'd known that leon struggled to deal with people who wanted to use him for his status, but i had no idea that he suspected STAHN of all people to be doing that as well. but in hindsight, ofc he would think that...all this time, stahn was trying so hard to befriend leon, only for all these genuine gestures to be misinterpreted in the worst way possible. i need to go lie down now.
that said, i love the way this recontextualizes leon's bitterness and extreme resistance to friendship early on. stahn's efforts at friendship wasn't just grating to leon bc he thought it was a waste of time. leon's been burned by people lying and using him before. he thought stahn was doing the same, and it was only when stahn took the hit for him in the temple that he realized that wasn't the case...at which point he did warm up to him! that really was the turning point.
i'm experiencing so many feelings right now and i cant wait to see the confrontation at calviola's temple from leon's perspective soon. he'd ran off by himself for a little while there, so i'm sure there'll be a new scene, and i'm really digging the way they're using his side to explore his character further - tbh i expected it to be a 95% identical retread of act 1, but it is so much more than that! why did i wait this long to actually play tod dc...i love it...
#outofduty#[ not sure how to tag this bc#its not a headcanon if im just rambling over canon#but im experiencing feels and cant keep it to myself. so ]
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"Just go over and ask to join a group, it's as simple as that!" Actually no it isn't I've been crying about it for like 2 hours.
#love when im the only one in class without a partner for group work#genuinely like in the top 5 worst feelings imo#its not really a big deal. but it is to me. and it wasnt just “i dont have a partner”#it was “my only friend in this class picked a girl shes known for 4 days over me even though weve been friends since middle school”#love being autistic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot fucking waut until high school is over.#this year has been good so far but i think this specific class is ruined for me.#i need to talk to my teacher because i cant keep having this happen.#like i think this is genuinely trauma for me because ive been experiencing this my whole life and i just cant fucking do it anymore.#id rather do 5 peoples worth of work by myself than work in a group#not exaggerating with the trauma thing. it goes way deeper than i can/would like to explain. but believe me.#ngl the interaction w/ my teacher was a little funny.#like im glad it doesnt seem like a big deal to you mr adult man.#but me personally i just felt a part of my soul being crushed. so..
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in conclusion, I have no choice but to try to recover again. or else another two years will pass me by and I'll be so fucking tired
#it's so terrifying and no one gets it unless they've experienced it first hand lol#like it's easy to think that it's just the Vanity Mental Illness but for me. its the perfectionism illness. it's the i need to feel like#everything is not falling apart always illness#and to let go of it is terrifying. but i have to try or else I'll be so stuck#more than i already feel what with depression#one less illness will make things less insufferable in the long term. i keep telling myself that.#it's weird because im so attached to having a restrictive eating disorder. it's like a shadow that follows me everywhere#but i have to get a new shadow or else I'll be burdening myself further. i keep thinking#'whats the point of trying to get better if it's all doomed anyway? if im so fucked anyway? if I'll kill myself anyway?'#and i guess the answer is. the point is WHY NOT (by loona)#kidding no but actually#the answer is why not give it a shot. like just for the sake of it#how do you KNOW it's all fucked#if it really truly is and you cant take it anymore then the eating disorder is there#you can take it back. reunite rekindle the flame whatever#i dont believe anything im typing rn btw like im suffering in real time bc everything feels so utterly pointless#but whatever if i kill myself at least it'd be with one less illness. or something. i dont know#at least it wouldn't be because i was hungry LMFAO#z.post
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#just the thought of him not loving me the same way and amount i love him makes me want to slice myself up#ill only stop cutting when i cant feel anything anymore not pain not love just emptiness#just want to be with master but dont want to make him stressed out because im too dependent and reliant on him#why cant i just feel my emotions the right way or a normal amount or at least less strong? why am i like this?#why cant i love like a human and why must that shit be so complicated? why am i so feralminded?#and why cant i feel my loves separately? should i even? or am i not understanding it right? why do i feel everything wrong?#why must i love him like a wild animal loves its lifelong mate? but also like how that animal loves the taste of prey and hungers for it?#like a dog loves its master and feels the unending loyalty and unconditional love overtake remaining wolflike instinct#like a best friend i also wish to do stereotypical romantic and domestic things with and so much more#i want to be bound to him in any way possible marriage and collars and microchips and blood pacts and marking and such#but im so scared he wont want that anymore i want to stop feeling i need to completely stop feeling and worrying but i cant#even when im emotionally numb i still feel that canine love for him even if just a glimmer#i wish i knew what he thinks love is and what hes comfortable with and how he felt and experienced love and if he still loves me like#he did before he came out as aro....im scared to bring up how calling himself aro and me his exception actually hurts and idk if i should#tbh him saying hes aro yet says he loves me feels like when a close friend keeps saying they dont have any friends while youre right there#like my existence makes his identity a lie or a betrayal to him i cant shake the gross feeling that hes forcing himself to stay for my sake#....hell am i even his exception anymore? what did he mean by same amount but not the same? what changed? did anything actually change?#wish i could figure out what love is and how to feel it right..esp dont understand romantic or queerplatonic or anything its all confusing#i want to take on the world with him and stop being an emotional wreck so we can fuck anyone together like we swore to#i just want to live the rest of my life by his side and i want to experience all we can together#picnics and movies and living together and sharing a nest and....idk i just want to be with him forever and hope he still feels the same#it would literally kill me if he ever left or fell out of love i think i would lose whats left of my mind and end up bleeding myself dry#i want us to be together forever and never ever stop being mates but i cant help but be terrified and confused and hurt
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#tonight or tomorrow morning actually is the 4 year anniversary of my dog dying and like surprise surprise lol im still not over it like.#i honest to god dont think i ever will. i honestly dont know how people move on and get other pets and just. keep on living like i#understand it like for some people it's part of the healing process but i just could never do it. like i just cant even fathom#i dont know that's not the point. the point is im having such a hard time because everytime i do anything tonight i keep thinking#4 years ago i still had my dog or 4 years ago in 5 hours i didnt know id be going to the vet at 1am and going home without my dog at 5am#and i just keep reliving it no matter how hard i try to not. and on one hand i want it hurt like i want to remember it just to punish myself#i just i just cant move on like it's just. i went 24 years of my life without ever experiencing death and then 4 years ago today my dog dies#in the most tragic possible way ever and then 11 months later my other dog who i had for 17 years since i was 8 dies and yeah still#not over that one either because i never let myself process that or truly grieve her because i had to shut that up real tight#or i would have lost it for real. and i have the most fucked up miserable tragic dreams about her so many nights a week#because she was old and had been u know. like old dogs do they just decline and that was impossibly hard to watch but at least i kind of#knew it was coming u know but like with my other dog. there was just absolutely no warning it was so sudden and it just ripped me apart and#i honest to god will never be okay again and then 6 months after all that i find out my ex died and only because after 6 years i finally#Finally decide to have the guts to talk to him again and apologize and explain and try to be friends and then nope he's dead#then in between all those deaths a super close family friend died and my grandpa my dad's dad died and like it's just#i had never even experienced death before and then all of a sudden i was engulfed in it and i just dont know how to come back from it.#but tonight is just. painful. like i havent even said his name out loud since it happened. i cant talk about him at all just writing this i#want to cry like it just fucking hurts forever. and it should i guess.#and i feel so stupid because so many times i wonder if my cat even remembers them and i wonder if she misses them too and idk#that makes me feel stupid and emotional and im just a wreck but i should be.
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#its dumb of me but a few days ago i went with his deadname on google to see if i could see more stuff about his dead#since his friends who were alqo supposed to be my friends did a 'ceremony' together without telling me#even tho i rly wanted to go to be able to grief and to cry it out properly#so since i havent been able to grieve well i did that. search for his deadname. i just wanted to know#and i found out that a page for him was made on the tdor website. there were a ton of details on what was happening#before and after his death#many things i didnt know about. because i was a shit friend and never kept contact. and also because he was secretivz#i feel awful since then. who was i to him. why couldnt i help him. why am i even sorry for myself. he was the one suffering#i keep crying and i cant sleep at night without reading comics until i feel too tired to open my eyes#because otherwise im thinking too much about him. its just too awful. too unjust#i have. weird cravings for alcohol. ive never even drinked much before. im scared of starting to get addicted#but sometimes i wanna get somethibg anything and just drink until i pass out since people say its good to forget#i wish he were still alive. i wish i could hug him and help him. i wish id visited him in the hospital after his 1st mental breakdown#he had sent me a text to tell me he was there but i had work and i was tired and honestly too lazy to go. and now i regret it so bad#its all so unfair. death is so unfair. grief is so unfair. i was afraid i had no heart before because people who died around me didnt#phase me much. i didnt cry. but now that ive experienced the deaths of 2 actually very close people counting one i couldnt grieve forproper#i just wish i had no emotions. that i wouldnt cry when i think of them. but especially him.#and i cant stop thinking about how awful ill be when my parents die. ill be a wreck.#im just crying in my bed and its 4am. everythibg sucks. im so sorry to everyone whos ever met me. im awful#negative /#death m /#suicide m /
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note to self, new policy change. whenever i accidentally stumble into a conversation about aini and i have to justify my dislike of it somehow, i’m offering one answer and one answer only: It’s Boring.
#im sorry im sorry i want to love it but its just soooo friggin boring im so bored and uninspired with it#the simulation stuff looks and sounds very flashy but its so vapid theres nothing there whats it for what is the story saying with it#what is even the point. nothing it is there to exist the writing has no opinion on it other than its a cool trick#and its not even that cool of a trick these days maybe a decade ago but in this economy? its been done so much#mizuki is boring all the returning characters are Boring the world is boring the villains are boring the motifs are wasted#ryuki and tama couldve been so good and expansive wrt to the first games ideas. but theyre not its boring#most of the somniums are boring (apart from the ost which is still good) half the comedy is boring#i really really dont want to be mean about it but i just cant make myself interested in talking abt it im BORED#i cant even get that animated abt the ableist stuff and the weirdness towards teenage girls cause its bad in such a tired hackneyed way lol#i keep trying to imagine experiencing this from the pov of someone whos never played a single vn let alone an anime vn or an uchi product#and like. itd be so confusing. id be like 'man i dont get it what was that even'#and not even in a 'have have so many Thoughts abt this i cant make them coherent' way more like 'i cant think anything at all abt this'#it demands knowledge of the genre to grasp whats happening but if you have that experience then it becomes more of the same#it feels so weirdly sanitised for some reason. it makes me yearn for indie games#so there's all of that hooha. and then. LOOK how they MASSACRED my BOY.
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want to write in my journal but im sleepy and dont wanna but i do but i dont. if i could write and lie in bed i would but i cant. typing long thoughts on my phone has become insufferable. gosh i wanna go to bed. but i know i wont lollll
#smth smth im finally getting the experienced i want but i end up comparing them to everyone else anyways. social media is a curse#im glad to be picking up habits like eating healthier and going outside more and hiking and biking and that my study abroad experience is#my own and i cant compare myself to others but yk. but yea i just. need to continue more with things that ground me and spend more time#living than be on my ohone. unrelated but i wanna buy these sauce bowls i saw at shilin ys. and try a few food stalls there. also my hair#is growing out weird and its grey but the roots are brown and i like my hair but i dont and i feel like i just keep changing my appearance#in order to like... run away from myself and that ive lived my whole life trying to affect as few ppl as possible and like. look at where#that has gotten me. like im fine but i can be so much more and. yea. idk. i want to stay here but im not sure if i should and i can but#man. idk. yea. thats all.
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#this has truly been the most Monday coded monday i've ever experienced#first i wake up and learn 1) my bus isnt running so i have to change plans and wfh#2) the water main break ruining my commute also cut off water to my entire condo complex#then the water proceeds to be out for the entire day so i cannot go pee i cannot wash dishes nothing#so i go to my parents house (rly glad i still live close to them in this moment)#and have dinner wash my face brush my teeth etc there#get back to my apt and ofc the water's still off so my regular cat care gets screwy#(im sorry i will not clean the boxes if i cant wash my hands. it can wait a day.)#then ofc i cant sleep which ultimately is maybe a good thing bc THEN#my building's alarm starts going off at like ~10:30pm#first off it took me a solid 5-10 minutes to realize that it was a fire alarm (?) not someone's like security system or smth#it was weird it was like a constant blare instead of the usual rythmic screeching#anyway so i then find myself outside freezing my ass off for a good 30+ minutes while the fire dept comes and investigates the building nd#ig finds nothing wrong??#so fine w/e get back to my apt try to start re-winding down to sleep#not effectively ofc#then my god damn cat#who has a FIXATION on my vanity to the point that i have it barricaded#with various crap to try nd keep her from knocking things off and scratching the mirror#she at 11:30pm decides to LAUNCH at it knocking absolutely everything down#so i have to get up again to pick all the shit up#so now here i am :)) tired but cant sleep at almost midnight and the damn cat is still zooming#im gna be so miserable tmrw pray 4 me#oh and even tho the water's back we're now under a boil water notice or w/e so i fear im gna need to pick up a gallon or two of water tmrw#and like the notice says u can shower and wash and whatnot normally#but im v scared that if i wash my face - or hair or anything really - my skin is gonna freak tf out#it's been a day#feels like a bad omen i fear
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It's that time again
#hello friend#i dont remember the last time we talked#or rather you listened#i find myself in an odd situation#i keep having reoccuringdreams that feel like all the progress ive made has been for nothing#visions of past memories and also a future in which things stayed the same#things happening that could have happened but also would not happen#interactions with people long since past all in an effort to find some closure#i fear that this will forever mark me somehow and i will not be able to escape this#have i trapped myself? are the circumstances in my control?#to some extent i blieve they are but its so hard to force my mind one direction when it clearly has its own plans#i miss my friends so dearly#i miss what could have been#im currently on vacation and while i am having fun i cant help but feel half of a whole#i feel like i would enjoy this so much more if it were with a companion or someone i loved dearly#because promises were made long ago that never came to fruition#and now i am experiencing those things alone and feel as though ive robbed myself and her of these experiences#i find myself thinking about you once again and wondering when our paths will cross again#or if i even want that to happen#if i left for good would you turn and look?#time will tell#so many words and thoughts and not enough time to tell them all in a way thats coherent#a stream of consciousness that will find its path#i miss you#i miss all of you#i hope one day i can be at ease#everything will be okay because it has to be#this too shall pass
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once my friend said that sometimes it seems like i don’t want a girlfriend and just want to be some girls pet and like. yeah okay sure, but is that really all people see in me. is that what they think i’m only capable of? i want to give so much, i want to fill them with so much love and make them feel safe and loved and adored. i Do want to do more than just be a pet, i want to be a Provider, i want to take care.
#kitty talks#maybe that is animal behaviour. maybe i jsut wanna be a guard dog. idk. i just feel weird#it sucks but i cant see myself in a relationship and idk if its cause im insecure but the thought of someone chosing me and staying is. fake#and i think everyone can tell too. i think thats it. thats the thing that makes ppl stay back#sometimes i think ny autistic brain and its facination with shows fucked me over bc i love the idea of grand gestures.#i want a grand gesture that wipes away every little doubt ive ever had snd that makes me think Fuck why was i so riddled in worry#anything in oublic would embarrass me. id be shy. but id still gush. idk. i want personal thiught out expressions of love#man im high and just cant stop thinking. im just so lost. i dont even know how to feel. it feels weird reverting back to highschool +#mentality but Nothibg is ever rnkugh and will never be enkigh and ill always keep asking for more snd more no matter what till i break them#gonna attempt to put an experienced adult point of view on it tho and say that i think nothing will evrr be enoigh for anyone#but that whatever is there is good and it will stay good snd if it gors something else will be good. the world is so fucking shitty to us#but i will still love despite it. people will still love me#i will get a girlfriend some day. or not. and itll fill me up. or be bad for me. i just need to take csre of myself snd my loved ones#and i can live on that. i guess. idk. bye
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college!patrick corrupting innocent!reader feat. art caught my attention QUICK
om nom patrick wanting to fuck her but he knows he’ll have no restraint even though he should go easy on you so he invites artie again🤗🤗
OH YEAH BABY WOOOO
PATRICK TELLING ART TO FUCK YOU BECAUSE HE CANT BE GENTLE....
and patrick and you have tried to have sex one time before but the second he pushed inside you were clawing at his back because it hurt and fuck you were so tight. patrick cursed and pulled out. said he wants your first time to be good and slow--which isn't something he can do.
"your little pussy's so tight. don't think i can control myself with you hugging me so good."
and he's kissing your forehead but you're upset because you really like patrick. he has a reputation around campus but you trust him and he knows your body and you dont want to go searching around for someone to sleep with, with a big 'im a virgin' sign stamped to your forehead.
patrick says it won't be necessary. says he has a friend who's perfect for it. for you. and you're nervous because you've never been so attracted to anyone like you are to patrick. you don't think anyone can compare.
but then art is knocking on your door and patrick lets him in. you can't see him yet; patrick is obstructing your view with his broad shoulders and you're sat on your bed. patrick moves. and there's the friend. art, patrick said his name is. he has a backwards hat on and blond curls poking out from the brim. pretty eyes and a shy, lopsided smile. his voice carries a little more trepidation when he introduces himself to you, but he still has confidence. you get a lot of it when you're near patrick.
and art is more sexually experienced than he lets on to patrick, even though they're best friends. he doesn't like to kiss and tell. he doesn't love the concept of one-night stands--even though he's had a few.
art sits next to you on your bed. his mouth is dry and he's at a loss for words. patrick told him you were pretty. even showed him a picture of you. but god, you're even better in person. just sitting with your palms on the tops of your thighs, a blush upon your cheeks. staring at him, expectantly. patrick sits across the room, his legs spread proudly. he lights a cigarette, even though you tell him not to; the RA will smell it.
he does it anyway.
patrick tells art to go slowly. he wants his girl to feel good. you feel tingles in your tummy, a coil of pleasure building at him calling you that. art likes to share. he strokes your hair. it's gentle and sweet and you hum tilting your head closer to his. you close your eyes for just a second and when they reopen, art's lips are hovering by your own until he kisses you and snakes his hand down your back to hold you to him. it feels more slow with art, but in a good way. like he likes the tension, likes to wait; it makes it better in the end. to snap that rubber band. he opens his mouth to push his tongue into yours. it's wet and almost lazy, but art's hands push into your pajama shorts, kneading the fat of your ass in his hands. you moan, pulling his hat off so you can feel his hair in your hands, grasp on it, pull him into you.
it's then that art gets hungrier, and patrick moves nearer.
"easy now." patrick says. you feel art smile against your lips.
"right." art replies. "sorry, coach."
art lays you down, nice and slow. pulls your panties down with his teeth and patrick inhales quickly, intrigued.
your instinct is to keep your legs close together, but art pulls them apart. asks to see you.
"she's pretty isn't she." patrick doesn't phrase it like a question.
and art says a busy, mmhmm, because his lips are on your thighs and his fingers are rolling your clit. he moves to pull himself out of his shorts. you and patrick both watch intently. how his abs contract, how his shorts pool at his ankles and his cock is erect against his stomach.
you're soaked and you want to make them both proud, but mostly patrick. you want to prove that you can take it, that you're ready for him. you also want to make him jealous.
art pushes into you slowly. all three of you hold your breath until his pelvis is flush against you. you rake your fingernails down art's chest, over his pert nipples, down to where he is connected to you. he's idle and you can see his heart beating, the blood pumping through the visible veins in his arms.
patrick waits for a next move, and you pull art in by the hair at the nape of his neck. you whisper to him; it's tinged with a moan.
"i want you," you gasp. "to fuck me hard."
art whines against your neck. he peers at you, and then at patrick, who is fine with sharing--but only if he holds the reigns.
so art pulls your legs up over his shoulders, tilting your pelvis up a tad. he starts at a respectable pace; you're already finding it hard to be quiet. just gasping for air because you've never been fucked and you've never been so full or desired. and art speeds up his thrusts. it feels like he's punctuating each one when he's all the way in. pushing that extra bit to make your body jolt. to hit that spot inside you that makes you whine his name. patrick's jaw ticks because he thought he was fine with sharing. and he thought he told art to fuck you slowly--but here he is pounding into you with your jaw squished in his hand as you beg and plead and that should be him. this wasn't the deal. patrick pulls himself out of his jeans.
#ask#challengers#patrick zweig#patrick zweig x reader#art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#college!artrick
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“𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓍𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ, 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹.”
contains:HARSH ANGST+SMUT<3
summary:finally getting sick of bills toxicity and instability, i packed up all of my belongings and planned to “leave him” or as i stupidly told myself, only to find myself easily falling back into his same hypnotizing trap.
WARNINGS:abusive relationship, fighting, arguing, manipulation (I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS in this story, this story is ONLY for entertainment purposes!!!), very narcissistic and misogynistic bill, hard-dom!bill, dumb-sub!reader, p in v (against the wall), degrading, pet-names, LIGHT choking, heavy breeding kink.
notes:as someone who has experienced theses types of situations firsthand, if you ever do find yourself in these kinds of circumstances please take the initial steps to get yourself out that relationship immediately, youll be fine i promise love ya!
HEAVY THEMES AHEAD!
“yeah go fucking cry about it you sensitive bitch, get the fuck outta’ my face!”bill loudly shouted at me from the living room as i ran and locked myself into our shared bedroom, tears streaming profusely down my cheeks, as i tumbled onto the bed and proceeded to curl myself up into a small pathetic ball.
im tired of living like this, being so isolated, feeling so trapped, being so mentally and physically drained, having to constantly walk around eggshells around him.
me and bills relationship was a perfect fairytale in the beginning, but quickly came burning down in flames and burnt down to pure ashes at his rage.his anger completely undoing every single precious thing he ever once said to me.
every “i love you.” or “i cant wait to start a life with you.” was once a simple loving string of words now being dangled high above my head as a reminder of his broken promises.
i still cling onto that small glimmer of hope that he could change some-day, that he could love me again, or that he could simply hold me without hurting me.
i lay in my own pity for a long grueling hour before i decide to slowly unravel myself from my position, gently getting up from the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes telling myself,
“i need to leave,
right now.”
i kick into full panic mode and immediately start changing into a dark colored tracksuit and a comfortable pair of sneakers, then i rummage through our closet grabbing random handfuls of my belongings stuffing my suitcase to the brim.
i quietly creak the bedroom door open and make my way through the dark hallway, my luggage in one hand as i try to rush towards the front door.
“going somewhere babe?”he eerily questioned, his evil presence immediately sending cold chills down my spine.
“i-i-uhm..”i mumbled trying to find some kind of explanation but it was if something was struck in my throat, i looked like a child who just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“im leaving!”i managed to spit out, slowly turning to face him.
“oh your leaving?”he responded in a cartoonish voice mocking my own, chuckling manically at my response.
he crosses his arms over his chest as he cockily looks me up and down, he then quickly steps forward grabbing me by my chin with his right hand, yanking a fistful of my hair with his left.
“cant you see THIS is the life i promised you honey?you know no-ones ever gonna buy you all those pretty dresses you like wearing f’me, provide for you like i do, or keep a GODDAMN roof over your head like i do!”
what he was saying was true, without him i wouldnt have a single penny to my name.he took care of every expense, he even had me on a monthly allowance but he didnt do anything of it out of the goodness of his heart he rather used it to his advantage knowing hed always win.
“i know i know but, i-im tired of you being like this bill, im sick of it!i swear ill give it all back if thats what you really want!”i nervously murmured, his grip on my chin and hair tightening.
“your such an ungrateful brat, you dont even deserve to be breathing the same air as me, i shouldve just throw you out months ago like the trashy bitch you are.”
he yelled into my face before slamming me against the wall letting go of some of his grip on me as he pulled down his pants and boxers along with my sweatpants and panties.
“you wanna be treated like a worthless whore ill fucking treat you like one then.“
he wrapped one of his arms strongly around my neck keeping me in place, as he teased his cock in between my slicks folds, causing me to softly whimper.
“aww…look at you poor baby, you just wanted some attention huh, want me to fuck you isnt that right?”he purred squeezing my neck firmly in his arm, sliding his length harshly inside my walls.
though i hated to admit it, it truly turned me on how possessive and upset he got when i tried leaving it showed me he still sort-of cared.the fact he still had enough respect to still fuck me was enough to have me eating right out of his palm, anytime he showed me the slightest bit of affection it casted his spell over me all over again.
he continued thrusting his full length inside my cunt, beginning to aggressively pound away, my head banging against the cold wall.
“ugh-i shouldnt even be mmhtouching you right now ungrateful bitch!”he shouted, his free hand slapping my ass sure enough to leave hand prints the next morning.
“f-fuck fuck, im ughh-yours baby!”i moaned out, tears beginning to spill from my eyes, his tip kissing my cervix perfectly.
“das ist r-richtig, mhm!du gehst verdammt noch mal nirgendwo hin(thats right, your not going fucking anywhere),
gonna fill you all up, hopefully y-you get pregnant that way your ugh-stuck with me!”
the sound of our moans combined with the banging on the wall echoed throughout the house, the faint tv not even being enough to cover up his disgusting insults and my foul cries.
“b-bill ugh please i c-cant!”
“take my f-fucking cock mhmy little cum slut!”
his hips are bucking into mine at an animalistic pace as he urgently chases his release, my walls deliciously clenching around his girth, sending him immediately over the edge.
“scheibe scheibe scheibe(shit shit shit!)”he yelled out suddenly fucking his cock deeper inside my sweet walls, ropes of his seed oozing deep inside my pussy.
“ich w-werde ganz in dir abspritzen du mmh-dumme s-schlampe, ich werde dich mit meinem verdammten baby schwängern (im gonna cum all inside you, stupid slut, im gonna get you pregnant with my baby!)”he adds breeding his cum inside me with a few final thrusts, pulling his length out of me with a loud pop.
bill then releases me from his arm allowing me to slam down onto the floor, pulling his pants up smugly as he knelt down to my level.
“next time im beating the fuck outta’ this was me playing nice, understood? now go make me some dinner before you piss me off again.”
i nod my head instantly at his demands, rubbing the side of my cheek that hit the ground.
“such a good little girl, i love you.” he praised grinning widely down at me before getting back up and walking away from me.
“i love you too.”
and the cycle continues.
THE END
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel smut#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz smut#georg listing#gustav schäfer#Spotify
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Firstly, I love your blog! Second, I feel so bad because I think I'm so ugly (I only like a few things about myself) and not fitting in the standards, so I compare myself very much. What's your advice? It's so hard to feel ugly, like I can't compete..
thank you! - okay you feel ugly. i want you to understand that this feeling is neutral. i want you to know that you are fulfilling yourself with this idea of you not fitting in w the standards.
1. imagine a scene that implies you are beautiful (ppl complimenting you, you staring at urself in the mirror, you telling yourself you cant believe how perfect you look). do whatever technique you want. you can loop the scene/visualization until it feels real to you, it doesnt have to be hd clear quality, i visualize blurry and i still manifest. keep doing this until you feel satisfied in imagination, this is experiencing it so dont imagine it to get something in the 3d (it will reflect in the 3d either way), imagine it to feel good bc why wouldnt you want to be fulfilled in knowing your beautiful?). you can also just simply decide your beautiful regardless of the 3d.
2. once you feel satisfied, know that that is now a fact or you can think about it as a memory. imagination is the real reality right? so what you just imagined (experienced) is a fact. assume it to be true and whenever you think of it, know it done.
3. if you get negative thoughts, insecurities, see circumstances, it is all neutral which means it has no original meaning, it is you who always adds meaning. realize you can choose what everything means or you can choose that it still has no meaning. continue to go back into imagination and know its real.
🎀i used to have the same insecurity, what i did to overcome this is simply assuming that no matter what i feel, i still am exactly how i want to look like. when i would feel insecure, i would go straight into imagination and feel like my ideal self. if i was my ideal self, would i care about a feeling or thought that tells me otherwise? no. bc i know im the operant power and i always choose who to be in imagination. who you are being in imagination always expresses in the 3d so thats exactly what happened: i actually started to naturally feel beautiful and look beautiful in the 3d just like how i did in imagination. this is proof that the 3d never matters and is always neutral.
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I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️
please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷
.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д`*)
warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻
a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。 finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT
EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP
(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)
Oh it’s jover
This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation
If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying
I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well
BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems
the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:
1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)
2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this
When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.
He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks
He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)
He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)
Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー`*)
“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.
“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.
You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.
“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.
Seems that wasn’t the right move.
The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.
“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.
At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.
“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.
And you know what he was trying to entail.
You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.
You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.
Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.
Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.
“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.
Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.
God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?
LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP
It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance
He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed
Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation
If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)
If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it
He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too
“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.
“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.
Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.
You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.
He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.
“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.
“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.
“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.
You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.
He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.
“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.
“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.
“Like this”.
His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?
You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.
“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.
“Oh it’s on you motherf-“
The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.
(first post of 2024 yippiee)
#quackity x reader#quackity imagine#quackity x y/n#quackity x you#quackity fanfic#qsmp x reader#first request#yippie
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Apologies for the ask about the 🍉 thing.
If you have a story to say you should say it, the group who made the document thought it was important to make it public. Maybe you can reach out to them if you need help. It’s never too late to share your story if you believe the person deserves to be called out.
She’s already known for lying. And she never addressed a lot of the things in the document. Like those multiple false grooming allegations. Just remember that there’s no backing out once you have it out to the public. Once on the internet always on the internet.
Hope you’re ok. Don’t be intimidated because of fans. They don’t know what you’ve gone through. You have a support group who already set the ground for you. Good luck with what you choose.
Not specifically replying to this ask but Im going to use this to say a bit of what I need to say. Follow up to my last post, Mel has made it clear that she is not going to talk to me, one of her friends dmed me (one of the two I mentioned prior) trying to get me to vc with all 3 of them to get "closure" and talk about things, this was only prompted by the fact I am now speaking out about this (clearly just trying to save face), I stayed silent for nearly 3 months giving her time to come and talk to me and it was honestly the last nail in the coffin for her to clearly only give a shit now that I'm speaking about it. So I'm done, I'm not going to keep any of her shit to myself anymore, I know I shouldn't have been keeping them to myself to begin with and I completely accept anyone who is upset at me for not speaking up sooner. Quickly, I will say that some of this I cannot provide solid proof for, you will all have to take some of this with a side of salt / use context to come to your own conclusions, but I still think its important to mention because I know what I saw and experienced, It is up to you whether you believe what I have to say or not Aswell, Some of this obviously could be wrong as she has refused to clear things up privately but I believe them to be true since I experienced what I experienced :/. I do not condone Harassment, witch-hunting, threats, attack anyone involved, or anything else of the sort You obviously may be honest about your feelings on the matter but have your morals about you when doing so. People that did not consent to being mentioned here will be censored when possible I will be reffering to Quartelz as Mel in this, just felt I'd clarify TW: S/A, Coercion, Grooming(?), General Toxicity, etc.
Firstly, To everyone who supports Mel after the google doc she "made" I've got some unfortunate news to share, She did not write that doc. Mel had quite a few of her friends at the time essentially write the entire document for her, I was one of those people. To clarify, we were not forced but since we all wanted the best for her and for her to be able to move on from it all so we all helped her. The apologies ESPECIALLY she did not write nor mean, She has stated many times to me personally that everyone did not deserve an apology, I will provide some screenshots backing up these claims below Others writing the doc/Proof I can edit the original doc (the public document was moved into a fresh file because I suggested it)
Proof of Mel being an unapologetic asshole about the whole thing (sorry for the rudeness) Her saying "how to write an apology I don't mean" which Is pretty self explanatory, Included more context of the convo so she cant scream at me for not, AS you can see I was very insistent on her writing the apology because I did think they all deserved one, aswell me saying "I'd write it for her but that'd "I would literally write the apology for u but that'd be bad" Which is bad on my end 100% especially because I went through with that, I accept full responsibility for that and I am sorry, you all deserved better
More apology stuff bruhh
(so sorry archi I know you are mentioned here alot but I need you for proof, If anyone attacks you I am so so sorry) Admitting the apology wasn't written by her directly + re-stating she didn't mean the apology a million times and not taking any accountability
Bonus SS of talking with one of her friends at the time about our frustrations of helping her with the doc only for her not to work on it I think that's enough proof she didn't mean a lick of that doc and didn't even write it herself, I do NOT have proof that I specifically wrote the apologies but before the doc was sent out to the public I practically rewrote entire areas to make her sound more genuine aswell fixed the entire thing up, then I had her go over it and edit it to "sound like her" Time for the next part which is one of the more serious topics within this whole thing, I initially was NOT going to bring this to the public or mention it at all since its fairly private but after thinking on it really hard ,and the fact this will never have any closure Clover and I have decided to let you all know about it, I am sure she's going to be quite upset this is public now but she shouldn't have done any of it in the first place. TW:// S/A and Coercion I don't really know how to approach talking about this but around the 30th of march 2023 (before and after) Clover, Mel, And I had all gotten pretty close as friends, This eventually evolved into us having sexual interactions with each other as a group twice. At the time we had all had lengthy conversations making sure everyone was ok with it, the whole consent protocol and such. Edit: for the record, our age differences at the time were me: 16 (10/16/2006) Clover: 17 (3/03/2006) Mel: 17 (8/30/2005) This is relevant because a while back (I am not sure when) Mel had admitted to me one day that she had only slept with Clover to do things with me. I know for a fact she will deny this. This obviously horrified me and clover both because we were under the impression it was a mutual thing between all of us, I'm sure Clover feels violated, used, and a sleuth of other things, I feel absolutely terrible about the entire thing because I was the one who had helped her feel comfortable with the whole thing in the first place and convinced her it was something mutual, and to have Mel later on admit it was not and she just wanted an excuse to do shit with me is absolutely disgusting. Clover and I are both extremely damaged from this and neither of us ever got an apology for this and probably never will, not one that she means at least, shes already proven she doesn't feel remorse for anything she does. You'd think the person that allegedly got assaulted herself and had dealt with homewrecking related things herself wouldn't do something like this but here we are. (Just clarification this was a 3 way, sorry to have to blatantly state it but I didn't want any confusion. Aswell I'd like to state for the record that the interactions happened twice total) I will not be sharing proof of any of this as it would include sharing sensitive information/conversations I don't think any of us would be comfortable being public, You may take this as you will but Clover and I both are living proof of this happening and I just hope you'll take our word for this one as it was already obvious Mel had a thing for me to literally everyone around us, I genuinely do not think I need proof to prove that part alone. There was another section I was going to add explaining another situation but I do not have enough proof gathered to speak on it at the moment so I'll keep it at these two for now. I initially wasn't going to make a big post like this but I wanted to get the stuff I know 100% out there (aswell wanted to get some of the worst out of the way :/) There is absolutely MORE I could/want to talk about but I simply do not have the context/proof to make a proper statement on it at the moment, maybe in the future I will.
also, if any of ya'll need more proof of stuff I CAN dig but I think I got it all covered? That's it for now, She's either going to deny everything, have her friends to defend her, flee the internet, or retaliate. Have a good day ya'll, I am done staying quiet for her also I'm so so sorry if this isn't written well in certain parts, I don't really know how to make stuff like this
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