#don't actually

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

I just realised Orin wouldn't be able to fool Astarion by trying to mimic the player because he knows what they smell like and she wouldn't smell right and now I'm spiraling

[keiru-the-worm]

stupid sprunki oc lawl

[ze-writing-qprs]

Redemption

Charlie x GN!Reader

Platonic Relationship [💛]

Angst & Comfort

PART 1 (Part 2 has not yet been written)

Anon Request: "based around the reader leaving the hotel with almost no notice (perhaps another guest upset them with something unintentionally hurtful). Charlie's obviously worried when she can't find them anywhere , hours later she finds them back in their room but they're reluctant to speak to anyone initially."

I hope this is up to your standards! Sorry if I didn't include everything (I'll try to do the rest of your request aka: more comfort in part 2)

TW: Angst, panic/anxiety attack (not sure which one it would fall into mainly)

No one wants me here.

I can't be saved.

I can't be redeemed.

I can't do it.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I need to leave.

I’ll let her down.

I don't want to see her face, when she realizes I’m a lost cause.

My fingers twitch painfully against my face as tears start to fall from my eyes.

The salt burns.

It burns more than when I was alive.

It burns more than the voracious death that walked me to hell.

Every step down was painful enough, I don't want to imagine the climb up.

She is going to hate me.

They already do.

Their eyes: filled with more hate than mine with tears.

Their mouths: armed with words sharper than the blade of an exorcist.

It burns me like a circle of salt, my tears, their words, their hate, determined to push me away like the demon I am.

I deserve this.

I deserve to be damned to Hell.

I have no place in Heaven.

I ran.

I ran from her, my best friend. My only hope, Charlie.

I wonder if she will worry.

She shouldn’t.

I hear a voice, calling me.

My back slid against a harsh textured brick wall, the surface threatened to slice through my skin. My face turned up to the red hot sky, mourning Heaven. I was no longer crying, but a phantom of the salt blazing in my eyes and down my face remained.

I heard my name

“Charlie?” Why was she here? Was she looking for me?

Again, I heard it. My name, closer this time.

“Where did you go? Please come back,” Her voice was full of pain, worry, and panic… for me.

“I'm here,” My voice was shallow, my throat sore from mourning.

I heard my name said once more before footsteps made their way into the alleyway.

“Oh thank goodness I found you. Are you ok? What happened? Why did you leave?” She asked all in one breath. I couldn't find my words, only able to spit out a simple statement.

“I'm sorry.”

Charlie’s gaze softened even more than it had been, understanding laced with worry. She embraced me, soft strands of her loose blonde hair tickled my face, “You don’t need to be sorry, let’s get you back to the hotel and we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”

I leaned into her, allowing myself a moment of her comfort.

[scannys-back]

since ethan is also cat i have to ask is the cat language called catish?

[bean-n-shroob]

Who's gonna tell him?

[radioiaci]

I feel like I was productive today~ leave Al some gross sweet nothings in his inbox while I go sleepies

[stardust-ti]

I need a freaking intervention. I can't stop watching this damn video.

Someone take away my access.

[dark-wil-wheaton]

*puts another slice of cheese on your forehead*

Die.

[wimsiecal]

Okay so my DP hyperfixation was slipping slightly for the first time in years so I read Double Date again for the 242446898677th time and watched some videos and stuff and now it's like hitting me at that core part of my brain again and I'm spiraling out of control obsessing so extremely hard over him again gsgsgdhd

[yumyuhell]

It's not brainwashing if you put a little grime in there.

[asexual-levia-tan]

swifties explain to me what she means when she says "sometimes i feel like everyone are sexy babies"

[melz-367]

currently sat in school and considering all my options in this au that I want to post (despite not even having finished my current one) and I've just realised how unbelievably fucked I am for school these next 2 years, because honestly all I can think about is fanfiction and other shit and it's actually taking over my life.

...

how do people multitask work and fanfiction? is there a magic spell that solves my problems and lets me write or do I have to live with this split personality for the rest of my life? 😭😭😭

I don't even know where this is going just #theproblemsoflife

[spaghettioverdose]

Thank you tuna fish for tasting so good! uhhh sorry that all that shit happened to you guys though.

[txrasbae]

katelyn bacon…

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go away.

[endlessfuckup]

Lmao dan stoooop

[vampire-the-askerade]

Are you going to create a master list?

I really should, but there's a few reasons I haven't yet

I've not really ever done that so it would take me awhile to dig through years worth of stuff

Some of the earlier stuff especially I look back on and my soul is ran over a cheese grater on its way out of my body into the cringe corner of shame, and I've used my clutter to kinda bury it.

(and most damning) I'm lazy

Doesn't mean it will never happen, but I've got to wait for the procrastinator demons to let go of me sometime, haha