#flattering to myself etc etc
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i think the recurring theme of dostoevsky's that will always destroy me the most is when despite how much a character wishes and yearns for it, they continuously refuse pure and unconditional love when it's offered because they don't think they're worthy of it (and then hate themselves even more for turning it down). it will ruin me EVERY TIME
#and yes ofc theres a ton of theological implications there but i think its way more powerful as it stands between characters#its most obvious in raskolnikov denying the love of Literally Everyone In His Life and nastasya & prince myshkin#(<- im only like halfway thru the idiot still SORRY I HAVE NO TIME TO READDD)#you can also see it in lise smerdyakov and ivan to a certain extent#hell even ilyushas dad rejecting the money#like this recurring cycle of self loathing and self isolation that are ENTIRELY SELF IMPOSED DESPITE THEIR LONGING FOR IT. ohhhhhhhhh my god#it gets me SO BAD EVERY TIME#maybe its just the larger theme of self destruction in general bc that also always makes me lose my shit#throwing myself into the abyss head first and heels last and am even glad that ive fallen in such a degrading posture and consider it#flattering to myself etc etc#boy i die.#anontalks#the self hatred in ruslit goes fucking HARD!!!
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edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here
And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:
No, this was not an ISAT reference!
Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT
(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)
If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that
#egg speaks#writing#polls#my writing#egg writes#my polls#poetry#time loops#listen I want to run this again#time loop poll#<- check that tag on my blog for the original 10 option version lmao#unreality#you know I didn't think I'd get fed up with people making isat jokes about this#I thought it'd be like oh hey neat same hat#we both like the same game#but people keep going “oh this is JUST an ISAT reference”#as if it's not a genuine work of creativity I did myself. it feels a bit devaluing#“op you played isat” yes but that came after the original!!!!!#I KNOW it's not meant like that but I want people to engage in my work as its own thing. you can make jokes about similar media!!!#but this is it's own thing!!!!#I want people to like it for what it is. I want people to enjoy it outside of other media. I want it to stand on its own#I'm flattered someone said it was good enough that they think it could be narration from the game and read just as well!!!!#but like. idk. all the other medias popping up (pmmm. orv. higurashi. etc) aren't people calling it a /reference/#if I wanted it to be an ISAT reference I would have tagged it originally. I would have targeted it toward ISAT fans more intentionally.#I love fanworks but this was an ode to time loops alone. I wanted people to think. to have to CHOOSE. I wanted PARTICIPATION#time loops as a narrative and as horror and as a group activity via polls on tumblr. also s/o to the person who said 40 hr work week so tru
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I will wait for dinner to settle BEFORE I watch the keelhauling episode
#black sails#my posts#like…I flatter myself I have a reasonably average genre fan’s tolerance for violence and gore#the rest of the show is fine for me in that respect. nothing testing my tolerance limits#but the keelhaul…really truly made me nauseous the first time around d#it’s not WHUMP. it’s specifically and distinctly to my mind NOT whump. it’s a CHARACTER DEATH#Whump is fine bc the whumpee has a certain amount of either plot armor or external purpose#the emotional undercurrents of the physical damage are what is being communicated to me - the audience#the nobility and sacrifice of the sufferer. their helplessness and submission or whatever else etc etc etc#and even if the whumpee does die the emotional undertone is still there#I usually have a specific empathetic bond with the whumpee that puts a different cast on the violence#I have NO SUCH BOND with Blackbeard so his gruesome end is just that. gruesome.#even his defiance and determination not to give Roger’s anything makes it WORSE rather than better#maybe BECAUSE I don’t like him as a character. there is no intermediary emotional layer#which is of course the point. the point is that Roger’s is committing an act worse than any pirate and he has the backing of the Law#and it’s gruesome and sickening in a way that none of the so called monsters sailing under the black have managed
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*flopped down on a couch w/a glass bottle of apple juice to make it look like i'm drinking beer*
yeah... yeah i'm fine.... just coming to terms w/the fact that i must use javascript in order to achieve my vision w/the neocities...
#the main reason i haven't just abandoned this particular aspect of the Vision(tm) is bc it would be useful for like.#more than one thing. so it's like. le sigh.#(reading the documentation for tippy tooltips tonight so that i can sleep on it n try to implement it tmrw or something)#why is it always js.... please god spare me at least a Little bit of suffering here i'll never sin again etc etc#speaking of sin i've started speaking more candidly abt my queerness w/the kids at work this week#it's nice to talk to the older kids (as in fifth grade or older) bc even tho like. nine years old is when they start to be tolerable#they lack awareness n life experience. today i told the older kids that i like men but in a gay way#n one of them was like 'i don't get it' n then i reminded her of Gender:tm: n she was like 'ohhhh i get it'#n the two guys also listening were like 'what. i still don't get it.' ONE OF THEM ASKED ME IF I WAS AMAB ACTUALLY LOL#n i was like 'what? that's not important.' but that was really surprising! kids usually read me as female#so it was kind of flattering in a way to be asked 'were you born a boy?' like idk how he's trying to process my gender#but i'm going to flatter myself into thinking the question comes from him like. idk clocking some kind of innate masculinity or w/e idk#花話#anyway it's Crazy that it took me almost a year to not feel like i'd get instantly fired for telling kids i'm queer#Not going to lie it really felt like i'd never get to this point but it really is kinda just once you start it gets easier#(though to be fair i also wouldn't have told Any of the kids Anything had one of them not started acting like 'gays' was a dirty word)#(n i just Looked at him n said 'you know i'm a queer right?' n he was like 'O_O')#when i worked at homophobic summer camp i do remember daydreaming abt telling my boss i was a 'flaming queer'#i'd have put my feet up on her desk n everything as i made direct eye contact w/her but ofc i never did anything like that.#anyway! i will slep now so that i can get back to work on my projects tmrw morning
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i like that miral is so unyielding lol. she doesn't even know that b'elanna's come to grethor to save her in the least honorable way ever but she's like oh you're sorry? you have too much anger in your heart to be sorry like GIRL. you're on the barge of the dead the kos'karii are right outside is this the right time to be picking fights
#ruthless in the best way ever. and also projecting maybe. <- decided that for myself with the slightest bit of dialogue#she seems like the type of person to be like don't say anything to me if you don't mean it i don't like empty words etc etc#which is so funny because john seems like a pushover. LOL i bet post john she's even more gestures vaguely... like that#you see the image in my head right. anyway i can totally picture b'elanna getting like her first boyfriend or whatever and miral being like#make sure he's clear with you. don't date anybody that flatters you too much. protect yourself basically but she's speaking with experience#anyway im hurting my own feelings with my imagination. love you miral#in my head john is like .... stern passive aggressive talks quietly... at least during the later years initially maybe not so much
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You know, some hotels actually have a “menu” that you can buy pillows, blankets, etc. to be shipped home. So you know what that means 😉
This hotel monster fucking talk now has me thinking of another off shoot idea. A human adoption agency…😗
Need a human for emotional support, disability service support, or sexual support? Adopt one today! 🥰
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P.S. Been a while since I’ve dropped by. I hope you’re doing well in life, Ozzgin!
I have reached a point where, after a particularly deranged post, I'll find myself wondering if you're going to come up with something in response. 😭 No pressure or anything, just found it funny. And I'm doing well! Hope the same goes for you, anon.
Imagine showing up for a photo shoot, thinking it must be for some fashion magazine or online ad. The agent on the street who hurried you inside barely gave you any details, but promised it’s nothing shady. You were much too flattered to be scouted like that, and much too eager to see the promised payment to consider the logistics of it.
You didn’t expect, however, to appear in a shopping catalog for monsters as some sort of household pet to be permanently adopted.
The adoption agency, similarly, didn’t expect the ridiculous demand for you. Phone calls, emails, monsters showing up at their office, all demanding to purchase you.
They have to go for a bidding system, shoving you onto a stage, into the blinding spotlight. You can only stand, fidget, and observe helplessly. One tentacle is raised, and a price is stated. Another clawed hand outbids it.
Who will be your monster at the end of the night?
#human kink#monster fucker#monster x reader#monster x human#terato#teratophillia#monster adoption agency
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「 ### : 」 Modern AU ish !! Reader’s weight/size/etc. is not mentioned !! Imo Wrio is strong as fuck, so it literally doesn’t matter how much you weigh because this mf will have you sit on his back while he does push ups and will come out invigorated and wanting to do like 20 more, but this is a warning just in case it breaks your immersion !!
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Wriothesley wraps his arms around your middle, tugging you in close so you’re pressed up against his chest. You fight back the urge to melt into his warmth and give in to his ridiculous request. The cheeky smile he wears —undoubtedly aware of the effect he has on you— makes you grit your teeth and steel yourself out of pure spite.
“Sweetheart,” he coos, honey sweet and trying to be convincing.
“Wriothesley. No.”
“Sweetheart, baby,” he tries again, leaning to murmur it in your ear— the unfair, cheating shit. You’re not sure if you want to punch him or kiss his stupid face. “Love of my life. Person I’m gonna marry. Apple of my eye. Snookums—“
“Shut your mouth.” But he does not, and you’re on the verge of strangling him.
“Honey. Pookie bear.“ He grins, holding you tighter so you’re subject to listening to all the stupid ass nicknames he can call you. “My little discord kitten—“
At the sheer cringe and secondhand embarrassment, you slap a hand over his mouth with a grimace. It works, kind of. Wriothesley’s barrage of nicknames is silenced, but you can practically feel his smirk against your palm. You’re painfully aware of the firm but gentle hold he still keeps on you— painfully aware of how you’re probably fighting a losing battle when he’s this dead set on something.
“I am not going to sit on your back while you do push ups,” you say, and that smirk melts into a pouty little frown. “I already told you it’s dangerous. You could get hurt or something.”
He pulls your hand off his mouth by the wrist, expression looking less-than-pleased. “Sweetheart, if you think that I can’t lift you, then I must be doing something terribly, terribly wrong.”
“But if you’re worried about me, then how about this—“ he presses your hand to his cheek, holding it there with his own so he can lean into your touch and peck a quick kiss to your palm. “You sit on my back while I do my routine, but if you ever think that I’m pushing myself or I’m getting tired, then you can hop off and go back to what you were doing, okay?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, but in the end you’re weak to him when he’s this sweet to you, and all you can do is sigh a small, ‘fine.’ If it makes him happy, then why the hell not—
And later, with Wriothesley in that unfairly flattering black compression shirt and you sat on his back, you absolutely eat your words. You can only sit in silent shock and hardly hidden appreciation when the man goes through more than half of the reps for his first set.
“Holy shit,” you murmur, watching in astonishment how he easily pushes up with your combined weight, not a single muscle trembling in overexertion. He’s not at all rushed, taking his time with each upwards lift so as to not jostle you. Wriothesley can hear the awe in your voice, and has the audacity to chuckle. He’s not even breathless.
“What did I say, sweetheart?” He sounds smug, proud— undoubtedly delighted to be able to show off in front of you. Like a puppy who was told he did a good job. You kind of want to kiss him. “So, want to help me out tomorrow, too?”
#astronetwrk#「 🐈⬛ 」 catcze.desserts#genshin impact x reader#wriothesley x reader#cw gn reader#genshin impact#wriothesley
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Either college or old man Ford being with someone who, even after all the years theyve spent together, still looks at them like a lovesick puppy
like theyre blushing and getting flustered when he rests his hands on their waist or doing normal couple stuff, etc.
it's like their mind still doesn't register that they're together and instead, to cope, just proceeded to have the most down bad crush on their HUSBAND
(like that one reddit post LMAOO)
You knew that you were staring but you didn’t care, and you knew that Ford knew that you were staring and yet you didn’t care when the finest man in existence was before you and was also your husband?!
You still found it impossible to come to terms that this silver fox was yours forever and always, you still get flustered when he compliments you and your bed head, even more so when he cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses your forehead.
You really shouldn’t be this badly affected after being with Ford for so long, but you couldn’t help it! Your husband was hot and you’d be blind to not take time out of your day to stare at him, shamelessly admiring his aging face and silver fluffy hair that looked like storm clouds! It was unfair that Ford looked so effortlessly beautiful no matter what he did that it left you swooning and pining after him like a lovesick fool, you’d find yourself asking if he was single…
Only to remember that you were married to him and got to see him be so effortlessly handsome every damn day of your life and you end up smiling stupidly.
‘You alright my love?’ Ford asked and you internally squealed like a little girl.
‘I am just perfectly fine my dear, just admiring my beautiful and talented and smart husband is all.’ You admitted also sheepishly as though you were confessing to him all over again as you felt the best rush to your cheeks and tips of your ears.
Ford smiled softly as he walked over to you and held your face in his hands, feeling the warmth radiation off of your cheeks as he caressed them; After all this time together Ford was aware of the fact he still held some power over you and he couldn’t help but feel flattered at how little had changed from then to now.
It was charming and sweet and kind of you to still look at him through the lens you did since your time at college together, he didn’t feel like he deserved it, but he knew that feeling would fade the moment he looked into your eyes and saw the abundance of love you held for him was still thriving and very much alive.
‘That is very sweet of you my dear,’ Ford said softly as he kissed your forehead, ‘you truly enlighten me with your love and affection that I can not thank you enough for marrying this old fool.’ He chuckled as he saw your eyes widened as though you still weren’t accustomed to the reality that you two were indeed married and have been for the past two months. Ford often wondered what what off in that head of yours but from the look within your eyes, he already knew his answer and couldn’t help but find it endearing.
‘I’d be the fool if I didn’t marry you Ford, even a bigger fool if I didn’t say anything back in college. I think I’d fight myself if i didn’t.’ You admitted as you thought of an alternate universe where you didn’t spill your guts to Ford back in college, you honestly didn’t want to think of where your life would’ve been like had you not married Ford as you were certain it was one full of regret and longing for what could’ve been. So you thanked god every night as you cuddled up to him in your shared bed that you got to live in a reality where you got Ford to be yous in every aspect possible.
Ford chuckled. ‘I highly doubt there is one where we don’t end up together my darling, and trust me I’ve been through the entire multiverse for the past thirty years.’ His eyes then soften as he rests his forehead against yours, causing your whole body to heat up at the action as you found yourself melting into him and his warmth. ‘I’m just happy that you were willing to wait so long for me. So, so happy.’ He adds in a whisper.
You nudged his noses with yours, flighting off the butterflies that were now within your stomach and running rampant at his words alone. ‘I would’ve waited far longer if needed just to see you home safe and sound.’ You told him as you kissed his nose and cheeks softly, happy to be in his arms and breath him in, content in knowing that he was here and that he was real unlike the dreams you had in the past. ‘So don’t thank me for doing something I would’ve done ten times over. You deserve as such Ford.’ You add as you pecked him lightly on the lips reassuringly.
‘Still I must thank my adorning wife/husband/spouse for being by my side when they had every right to walk away.’ Ford said as he tugged you closer to his chest, just innocently holding you in his arms lovingly but yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart hammer in your chest at being so close with him as you burrowed your face into his heck.
‘Your wife/husband/spouse is just happy to see you home where you’d belong with your family.’ You murmured again his red turtleneck, holding his waist tightly as you indulged in his comforting scent, something you loved about him that rivalled your love for his six fingers.
‘And I’m happy that I get the opportunity to call you my wife/husband/spouse.’ Ford admits as he kisses the top of your head before nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing a tender kiss there which made your breath hitch in your throat. ‘I love you my darling, so, so much.’ He whispers as though it was something that would only be shared between the two of you, like no one else is allowed to hear such talk between lovers and soulmates.
Your love for Ford was insurmountable, no words could properly describe just how much you love this man that you were more then willing to rip heaven and hell for, to rip through time and space just to see him home safe, anything if it meant seeing a man as sweet and loving as him smile that adorable smile of his in your direction.
You needed Ford like you needed air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat. Ford was a necessity for your survival and you weren’t going to let him go ever again, for you didn’t know how you’d be able to cope without him again.
Sure you might still have an embarrassingly massive crush on your husband, and become flustered every time he held your hand, kissed your forehead or even looked at you lovingly but you weren’t ashamed of it as it just meant that you were that your love rang true even after so long. If anything it meant that your love was stronger then most that fizzle out after a certain period of time, and yet you couldn’t help but smile stupidly and look away whether Ford complimented you or engulfed your hand with his own.
Ford was your best friend, husband and your crush all at the same time and you were more then happy to have finally gotten your happy ending with him, all the while staying perpetually in love with him regardless of the passage of time because Ford was so much more then your husband but he was massive part of yourself that you couldn’t live without nor intend to.
‘I love you so much my beloved Ford.’ You said as you rested your eyes and listened in on his strong heartbeat that told you he was alive as he held you tighter. ‘So very, very much.’
‘Then I hope you keep loving me for a long time.’ Ford confessed as he kissed your neck some more.
‘And I’ll promise to love you for an even longer amount of time after that.’ You admit as you moved your neck so that he’d have more access as you clutched onto him, smiling dopey as you felt as though you were on cloud nine within your husbands arms, blissed out of your mind as it ran rampant with ideas for the rest of your shared lives together.
#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls imagine#gravity falls imagines#gravity falls#ford pines x you#ford pines imagines#ford pines imagine#ford pines x reader#stanford pines x you#stanford pines imagines#stanford pines imagine#stanford pines x reader
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I know you haven't been feeling well for a while and it's worrying (not in a bothering way so dw, keep us updating and don't hesitate to vent about it <3 ) so please take care of yourself, have self care days when you only do things you like and eat your comfort meals. Stay hydrated and I hope you have wonderful days/noons/nights
Is it okay if I ask for a Scara x reader fic where reader teased him a lot the previous night by edging him, taunting him etc so now he's planing to get revenge on her by overstimulating her-
You can write it in any way you want and use any kinks you'd like, I don't mind as long as it's this context and you enjoy writing it <3
So yeah you can ignore this if you'd like I won't mind at all
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Daddy kink. Bondage. Degradation. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial.
Omg thank you so much for your sweet words. They are so sweet. I'll try and take care of myself 🥺❤️ I wish the same things for you.
Scaramouche couldn't keep the shit eating smirk off of his face, his cock straining and hard as he watched you fall apart. You'd been so cruel to him last night (in his incredibly humble opinion), laying with your head in his lap, and looking up at him with the sweetest, most worshipping expression. While you proceeded to edge him.
Your fingers stroking and gliding on his cock, massaging and rubbing your thumb over the head. Your teasing pace never flattered, alternating between stroking and jacking him off, sometimes taking the head into your to suck on. Moans had spilled out of him, his legs shaking as he rutted into your hand and mouth.
But you never let him get anything past the tip inside your mouth, giggling when he threw his head back, swallowing soft whimpers behind curses as his cock pulsed. You'd playfully batted his hand away when he tried to push your mouth down onto his cock. "Aww, what's wrong, Scara? You can't handle stimulation? You can dish it out, but you sure can't take it," You taunted.
It was infuriating how he seemed to get harder from your taunt. And to top it all off, you didn't let him cum.
For that, you were going to be put in your place.
"Now look you," Scaramouche taunted, wagging the vibrating wand turned on the lowest setting on your clit. His teasing pace was almost maddening, the subtle vibrations slowly stimulating your swollen clit. You whined, straining at the ribbons tying your wrists together and to the headboard of his bed as you grinded against the wand. "The shoe is the on the other foot, slut. It looks like you are the one who can't take it now," The desperation welling in your eyes as you squirmed, rubbing your pussy needily on the toy was so satisfying to him.
"Please, turn up the setting," You whimpered, your walls starting to clench sensitive around nothing, "I'll be a good girl, I promise," You pleaded, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands.
Your pleading sounded way too sweet for him not to give you want you wanted. A loud moan tore from your throat as he turned the setting up. Pleasure jolted through your body, happy to grind more firmly on the toy.
Don't think Scaramouche was giving you what you wanted because he felt merciful. Oh no. He watched for the signs that you were going to cum, your moans rising higher in pitch with every grind on the wand as you chased your high now that vibrations were more consistent on your clit.
He'd been building up oh so carefully for this exact moment. "You want to cum for Daddy, don't you?" He purred condescendingly, reaching down to palm his cock as he wanted you writhe.
"Mhm," You moaned, your hips bucking into the toy, "I really, really want to for you, Daddy," Your release was right there, finally. You knew all it would take was few more grinds.
Scaramouche mocked your moans, leaning down to put his over next to your ear. "Is that so?" Your eyes, which has rolled closed as he wagged the wand faster on your clit, snapped open when you heard his tone. "Well that's too bad."
He immediately shut the wand off, and took it off your clit. Your cry of aroused despair, trying to grind against nothing nearly made him cum. He licked the shell of your ear, sending shivers up your spine. "Let that serve as a reminder of your place," His words made your clit throb harder.
Moving down your body, Scaramouche circled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive nipple. He was mimicking his pace of the wand with his tongue, swirling and teasing the tip around it until it hardened.
Tied up you were helpless and his mercy. His mouth agonizingly worked over your nipple, groaning into your breast as he scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on. You moved your chest up into his mouth, bliss making you melt as he skillfully built your orgasm up again little by little.
Scaramouche chuckled darkly as you tried to close your legs, needily squeezing and rubbing your thighs together for friction on now neglected clit. Reaching down, he batted your legs apart, giving your clit a light smack that made you see stars.
You cried out, your walls clutching around nothing. He pressed his thumb in circles on your clit. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. He had to hold back a laugh hearing you babble out pathetic thank yous to him for suddenly being merciful as you grinded against his thumb.
You let down your defenses now thinking he was finally going to let you cum. How wrong you were.
You whined as Scaramouche took his thumb off your clit, replacing it with the wand turned up another setting. That made your body twitch more, the sudden stronger stimulation sending you reeling, only making your orgasm curl tighter. The closer you got, the more the arousing pain of overstimulation was setting in.
"Please, can I cum now, Daddy?" The question spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Your climax was closing in so fast that you didn't know if you could control it. It was agonizing when he ignored you, completely absorbed in playing with you.
He teased his fingers at the entrance of your drooling hole, only pumping them inside. Your mind nearly shattered when he denied you again. "W-Why?!" You stumbled over your words, tears welling in your eyes.
"Relax, whore," He cooed, his hand groping around for a vibrator while he drank in the sight of your puffy, messy, and overstimulated pussy. "There are so many more ways I can deny you," He turned the vibrator on the lowest setting, slowly inserting it inside of you, suddenly turning the setting up when it was half way inside of you. "We are going to be here awhile. Think about this next time you try and deny me, understood?"
Scaramouche knew you would tell him when you were about to cum like the good girl are for him. He would relentlessly feed off of that loyalty to him. He left the vibrator inside of you and moved up to your head. "Suck my cock properly while you learn this lesson," He growled, pointing to his mouth before pushing his cock against your lips.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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Empty space EURGHH…
I know I’m extremely busy, but I can’t force myself not to draw online every once in a while (every week), plus it calms me down and everything (it does not but I love it anyway).
I’m very skeptical of this one because I have no idea if I forgot something; the point of this process was to leave it imperfect so it’s kinda dumb to look for mistakes. I gave up on trying to make it look anatomically accurate and it’s doing wonders on my mental health teehee..
I really like the hands so I did a focus on them too and I also put the rita galv version of the signature because it’s so good looking man :/…
I like to think Adam has calloused hands covered in paper cuts and other scrapes. I dunno, seems like a pretty alternate thing to not care about your physical body lol. Also he probably smells like cigarettes and Xanax - like… a very artificial, almost repulsive scent y’know?
Also I wonder if I’ll find this on Pinterest in three days… like the only art I’ve seen so far reposted there was my John Ward fanart. It’s kind of flattering tbh but only because I know there my giant ass signature on it. Also btw if you want to like…use my arts in pfps, edits (my art’s not good enough to go in edits but who knows lol) etc, you can as long as you tell me!!! :)))
Okay that’s it bye
#artwork#digital art#art#digital illustration#the mandela catalogue#analog horror#fandom#fanart#bythorne paranormal society#adam murray#mandela catalogue#I’m going insane#please omg#look at him#he stinks#what a freak smh#anyways#soupetiedeedumpster
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Something about helping frat!blonde! Peter touch up his roots. Like he calls you and reader must think its for hooking up purposes - then he surprises her w “can you. uh..retouchmyrootsplease” and she’s like “??? 🤨wat” and you just go over to his place and spend time with him, washing his hairr, he making eye contact with reader through the mirror, etc. But he’s still stubborn about his feelings so he’s like “this was a one time thing only don’t let it get to ya head”
sorry if this was jumbled I just had this in my head for a while now
Yes this idea is so so so so so cute. I have written something vaguely similar before but I love it so much I don't care to write it again
please reblog or comment in place of liking/hearting this post 🫶🏼
“Pete?” You questioned picking up your phone, your eyes locked on the clock that read 4:00pm. “It’s far too early for a booty call..what’s up pretty?”
“Ya flatter bashful.” His chesty laugh could be heard on the other end of the phone. It sent your heart doubling in speed, your cheek pressed lovingly into your shoulder.
“You still with me bashful? I need you to do me a favor.”
“So this is a hookup call..you only ask me that if-” You're cut off by him rushing out a string of words. None of which you caught. “Pete..baby. I need you to breathe and say that again.” You laughed softly, already gathering your stuff up to head over to the Theta Tau. Regardless if this was a hookup situation or not you were tired of your homework and Peter always seems to take any type of stress away.
“Can you uh..” There's an awkward cough and sigh. “Retouchmyrootsplease?”
The questions still came out as one word this time around but at least you actually caught what he was saying.
“Sure, Pete.” You tried not to laugh. “Do you have what you need or do we need to run by Sally?”
“No, no I have everything here for you. Thanks for this.”
“Course Pete, anything for you.” You hung up before you could get any type of snarky reply.
Peter’s blond locks were a new addition about three weeks into your situation ship and you absolutely loved them. They flattered his face, and made his little baby deer eyes even more baby deer like. Which made you want to kiss him even more, and made it hard to say no when he’s asking you for another round.
“You’re literally the best for this. Just moved up to like number two in my ranking.”
It was a joke, you were easily number one if not the only girl in Peter’s ranking but you have to play along or else you’ll scare him away.
“Offended, whose number one.”
“May..sorry.” Peter sighs dramatically, leading you up the stairs to his bathroom. Tossing a few nods and hey’s to his brothers walking down the steps.
“Mhm can’t be mad at that.”
Peter laughed sitting on the chair he’d tucked away in the bathroom, pulling off his shirt.
“Awe did you go ahead and set everything up for me?”
“No I was gonna do it myself but that's how we ended up in this scenario in the first place.”
Peter would never admit to it but he had set everything up for you. He’d done it before he even picked up the phone: not that he knew you'd say yes but he could hope.
“Mhm I see.” You hummed running your fingers through Peter’s hair. He grabbed his phone starting his music, looking at you in the mirror as you started sectioning his hair out.
Admittedly the whole time he was locked on you. Every move you made he was locked on you, not wanting to miss a moment. His head lolled back as you ran; you painted the bleach on his roots. Earning soft little ‘stops’ and ‘hold your head up’ from you as he relaxed. Your eyes were fixed on his hair making sure you’re applying everything evenly and correctly. Peter held his phone up in the mirror snapping a quick photo of the two of you. The photo falling amongst the others he’s sneakily taken of you or the both of you that you had no clue about.
“Okay you gotta sit for a while and then I’ll wash it, tone it, all that after.” You said sitting on the toilet lid next to him taking the gloves off, tossing them in the trash can.
“This is nice.”
Peter's comment threw you off, you two only really hung out in the context of having sex or it being mutually beneficial for both. You hated to admit you had more moments like this.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm no pressure, at least not for you. I still gotta make jokes and keep you entertained.”
“Tragic.” You tsked resting your arm on the sink hand to head as your free hand started a 30 minute timer.
“Come on, we have enough time to watch some of that Hulu cooking show you like.” Peter stood taking your hand in his walking to his room. You flopped down on Pete’s bed watching him sitting next to you. “Careful you’ll get bleach on your..”
“No no, I'm good sitting up.”
You nodded and laid your head on his lap watching The Bear, Pete’s fingers combing through your hair switching between watching the TV and you.
Pete’s head was tilted back in the sink, a towel under his neck for comfort. “Stop looking down my shirt, Parker.”
“I’m not…I’m not.” He lied, turning his eyes up to look at you as you shampooed after toning his hair. “Do I look fabulous?”
“Oh absolutely.” You laughed wrapping his hair up in a towel helping him sit up. Ruffling the towel through his hair you laughed watching it sticking up every which way. You blow dried it for him smiling and singing under your breath as you fixed his hair perfectly.
“How do you feel Parker?”
“Amazing..I look great thanks bashful.” He says turning around, capturing your hips in his hands. “Let's get dinner, and then we can come back here.”
“I hate sex after dinner.”
“No, no we come back here and finish the show.”
“Oh I get to come back to the Theta house? And not have sex?” You fake a gasp of shock.
“I know it’s a rare occurrence. This is a one time thing though, don’t let it get to ya head.” Pete taunts, hand rubbing your side grabbing his wallet off his dresser.
“Oh baby it has.”
Peter knew and even in his playful disdain and stubborn personality you were slowly craving a spot out in his chest and making a home in it, and at this point he had no say in it.
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#tasm peter parker x reader#tasm andrew garfield#tasm!peter imagine#tasm peter parker#bambi writes#tasm fanfiction#tasm peter#tasm peter smut#tasm peter x you#tasm peter x reader#tasm!peter x reader#tasm peter parker imagine#tasm peter imagines#tasm peter fluff#andrew peter parker#tasm peter parker smut#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x reader#frat!peter
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Hearts At War : Part 1
Pairings: Dark!Rude!JJ x Kook!Fem!Reader, Enemies to Lovers
Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Weed, etc.
Summary: Sarah drags you to a kegger, where you see your old pal JJ.
Author's Note: My first series!!!
"Of course I'm sure! They'll love you!" Sarah exclaimed. She was dragging me to a kegger held by her pogue friends. I only knew a handful of pogues and they were all rude to me when I tried my hardest to be nice. Going into this I told her it's not a good idea but you can't really argue with Sarah Cameron.
We finally reached the boneyard and it was packed. I saw a bunch of people I knew. Friends would try to stop me to talk but Sarah kept pulling me until we reached a fire pit. I only knew one person at that fire.
"C'mon Sarah why'd you bring her?!" The hard-headed boy with blonde tousled hair complained. That was JJ Maybank, my sworn enemy since 5th grade when he pushed me on the playground. JJ has made every moment we spent together a living nightmare from then on. He was a little asshole then and an even bigger one now. "Get the fuck over it JJ! She's a nice girl!" Sarah stood up for me before introducing me to John B, Kie, Cleo, and Pope. None of them had a problem with me, we even had some great conversations so far, but the entire time someone kept quiet while their eyes dug into my soul.
"I'm gonna grab another drink." I whisper to Sarah before standing. "Oh no...leaving us so soon?" JJ's face and tone was covered in fake sadness. He pretended to pout when I stood. "Don't you worry Maybank, I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much." I give him a fake smile and head to the keg to grab another beer. When I get there I notice the operator was even more intoxicated than most of the people here. I tried to pour it myself but he fought with me until he accidentally sprayed me with the booze. I had no choice but to walk back to Sarah and her friends. Hopefully someone had a spare shirt or something.
When I got back everyone looked at me concerned while JJ cackled at my appearance. "You're supposed to put the drink in your mouth." He continued laughing. At this point I was extremely annoyed and snapped. "You would know about shoving things in your mouth wouldn't you?" I practically shut him up and caused everyone around us to laugh. Sarah turned to me and asked what happened. Of course I explained what happened to everyone and they felt bad. I got a bunch of 'sorry's' and 'i don't have a spare shirt' comments. "Hey I think there might be a shirt in the Twinkie." John B announced. "Why would a shirt be in a dessert?" I asked confused and everyone laughed at me. "That's what he calls his van." Kie giggled. "Oh, well if you're okay with it-" I was cut off. "Wait- that's my shirt in there. Hell no!" JJ protested. "It's the property of the Twinkie now." Pope shrugs causing everyone to let out a small laugh. JJ looked like he was going to argue some more so I stopped him in his tracks. "I don't want your damn shirt Maybank. I'd rather reek of alcohol for the rest of my life." My eyes rolled as I crossed my arms. I meant what I said, I don't need his shirt.
I needed to get away from them for a little bit, so I went through the crowd and mingled with a few guys. Every one of them even more boring than the last. Even when I did find someone I was interested in, I got shot down. I wanna blame it on my alcohol stained clothes but I'm not sure. When I started walking back to the fire pit, I heard the most annoying voice call out to me. "Striking out?" JJ chuckled as he took a hit from his joint. He was leaned up against a tree, really trying his best to look like a bad boy. "You're stalking me now Maybank? Don't know if I should be scared or flattered." I cross my arms and give attitude. He rolls his eyes and takes another hit. "Oh shut up, why would I stalk you of all people?" He questioned. "You tell me. Why did you know I was 'striking out'?" I say with air quotes. "Oh you were? Lucky fuckin' guess." JJ took another hit then blew his smoke in my face.
"You're such a fucking dickhead!" I huff. JJ simply smiles at me. His fingers slowly brought the joint to his lips and before he could inhale, I stole it from his hand. It met my lips before he could complain and I walked away.
I found myself back at that fire pit where Sarah was now sitting on John B's lap with her tongue down his throat. Pope and Cleo were talking so I turned to Kie. "What is his problem?" I ask her while staring at the blonde who is currently shotgunning a beer with another Pogue. "Honestly? You. I don't know what you did to the boy, but he hates your guts. Always has." Kie spoke as she took the joint from my fingers.
"I didn't do anything. He's been a little dickhead for years and it just keeps getting worse." I say resting my elbows on my knees. "Maybe you should ask him why he acts like that." Kie shrugs. "He would rather spit in my face and toss me in the ocean." She laughed which caused my own to creep up on me. I look back over to the blonde who was already looking at me.
That's weird...
I could've sworn I just saw JJ Maybank staring at me..
#outer banks#jj maybank#obx fic#rudy pankow smut#rudy pankow x reader#obx x reader#outer banks smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank imagine#smut prompts
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For shits and giggles(or even angst whichever you like) can we get the kings reaction to the mc saying that they remind them of their ex?(can be based on looks/mannerisms/etc)
Also because lets be real we’ve at least had an ex like either Beel or Levi(or maybe that’s me and I’m outing myself HAHA)
Oh God 💀
This is very interesting let's see how they react
Whb Kings reaction to being compared to MC's ex
Satan
Satan takes it as a compliment; an ex is someone you dated before, right? So, in his mind, you would probably date him! It's probably for the best not to explain what you mean...
Mammon
He doubts it... Can your ex buy you an entire tropical island in hell or on earth? Nope. He would just give you a smirk and huff. No one treats you as good as he; there's a reason why they are an ex. That must have mean he has one over the person you've dated in the past which fills him with pride.
Leviathan
You have an ex?! *Envy mode activated* who is this human have you dated? And why did you stop dating them? Why do I remind you so much of them??? What am I doing that he has done??? I shall kill this man Only I shall remain!
Beelzebub
Oh really? Hopefully, they've been good to you. Maybe someday he'll meet up with them and maybe or maybe not brag about how he has you now, and how he fucks you way better. Humans just don't know I don't have fun the way devils do so he could see why you broke up with him. But he is flattered to know that he seems so familiar to you.
Lucifer
Excuse me? He does not know what that means. What is an 'ex' is this another human you're talking about? I guess he is pleased that he reminds you so much of home. But other than that, he is more confused, if anything. Human slang really confuses him.
*one Gamigin lesson on slang later*
Ohohoh child of Adam you better hope that you mean in a good way or else-
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Ghost in the Machine
This is the master post for Ghost in the Machine links, character refs and FAQs.
I will try my best to keep this post as up to date as possible.
What is Ghost in The Machine?
GITM is a DCA AU and a fic set in the retrofuture (2055ish) long after Fazco has shut down. An eccentric collector has been acquiring versions of the Daycare Attendant animatronic from closed locations around the world. The story involves a reader character who has been brought into repair the original post-Ruin DCA from the games, and hijinks ensue. There are also ghosts.
Where can I read the fic?
GITM is currently being posted on Ao3, and is updated every three weeks on Saturdays. The fic is being beta'd by the tremendously talented @bubbiethesaur. You can read GITM here!
There is also a podfic, which you can find here:
Updates to the podfic will be sporadic, so please be patient <3
Where can I see the art?
On this blog I use the #gitm au and #ghost in the machine au tags for GITM related content. If you are looking for art of a specific character, they also have their own tags: #misuta moon #nova #soleil #clip.exe #sunspot mk1 #fool eclipse #ruin eclipse #sombra #sunflower #mr sandman
FAQ~
Why haven't you answered my GITM ask?
One of three reasons: 1) your ask was too spoilery* 2) I'm waiting to answer it with art 3) ADHD
*spoilery includes but is not limited to: any questions about dual-AI or XYZ character's sun/moon variant; questions about character backstories and lore; questions about characters that have not featured in the fic yet (e.g Nova, Sanii, Harvest, Sunflower, Sandman etc); asks speculating about potential future scenarios (don't get me wrong, I love these asks, but I can't answer them!)
Where are all the Moons?
Read and find out. Seriously. There are at least 5 Moons who are core to the plot but I'm not going to talk about them, no matter how nicely you ask!
Does XYZ character have a Sun/Moon counterpart?
Some of them do, some of them don't. The dual-AI stuff is majorly plot related. If I'm not talking about someone's Sun/Moon counterpart, rest assured you will find out eventually. I won't be spoiling any of it on tumblr though :)
Can I create fanart of GITM?
Yes yes yes please do and please tag me when you post it so I can see it/reblog! If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.
Can I create fanfic of GITM?
Super flattered about this. I have a longform answer to this question which you can read here. But tl;dr yes you can, please tag/credit me, do not spoil/try to write the lore, and please do not write GITM au (e.g mafia, mer, medieval). I have my own plans for this stuff and I would prefer to release the designs/stories in my own time. If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.
Can I create NSFW GITM content?
Until recently I had blanket perms that allowed NSFW GITM content. I'm updating this to let you guys know I'm no longer comfortable with people making this content. Back when the community was small, I felt differently, but as time has passed a lot has changed and I've found myself becoming increasingly anxious about it. If this boundary changes again in the future, I will update this FAQ.
Do you have character refs I can use?
There is a collection of art 'refs' for each character on the Misutamojis discord. Latest link here.
There are no proper call-out sheets/refs currently, but I have a huge body of art for the characters on this blog which should give you more than enough info for most of them. I will get around to creating proper refs eventually, in which case I will link them here.
Where can I find the playlist?
I update the spotify playlist fairly regularly, if you have any music recs you can send them over in an ask! You can listen to the playlist here!
I've heard there are secret GITM drabbles, where can I find them?
I used to post frequent drabbles from future chapters in the DCA Palooza discord, I have recently deleted the majority of them as people were going back and binging them which hadn't been the intended reading experience. Anywho, this question probably refers more to the spicy drabbles (which people have very kindly made a lot of delicious art for). These are still around! You just need to access the spicy channel and do some digging.
Is there a GITM discord?
Nope! There is a server for GITM emotes and a busy thread in the DCA Palooza, but currently I don't have any plans to make a GITM-centric discord community. If that does happen in the future it's likely I will simply convert the emotes server (Misutamojis).
It finally happened, I converted Misutamojis. You can join the GITM discord here.
Can I smooch the robots?
Yes.
All of them?
All of them.
#master post#ghost in the machine#ghost in the machine au#gitm au#soleil#clip.exe#sanii drop#misuta moon#sunspot mk1#harvest moon#sunflower and the sandman#fool eclipse#ruin eclipse#nova#gitm yn#sombra#SoundCloud
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THE GASLIGHTING METHOD: made by me :)
I promise the method is a lot more flattering than the name.
My biggest issue with shifting was believing I was actually in my DR. I’m a logical person, so the idea that I was in my DR was a concept I couldn’t wrap my head around. I decided since I couldn’t believe on my own, why not trick myself into believing I was there?
THE STEPS, SIMPLIFIED:
I like to use this method at night so I can have the entire day, but this is NOT required. I spend the day acting as my DR self. Some of you might think it’s weird, but it made it sooo much easier for me to shift if I was already comfortable with my DR self. I talked like her, dressed like her, did my hair like her, completed tasks like her, etc.
I affirm throughout the day that I am connected to my DR, and that my DR is within reach. I believed fully that I had the power to shift, which I did, and so do you.
Now we get into the actual shift.
Go to sleep, and set an alarm for a couple of hours later.
Once you wake up, do something your DR self would do, like a task specific to your DR. For me, it would be checking on my daughter or setting out outfits for the next day. If it’s not something you can do in your OR (like I can’t check on my daughter), do something similar (I checked on my dog instead and pretended it was her)
Once you complete it, etch in your mind that you did that in your DR. Get back into bed and try to go to sleep again, except you’re trying to shift.
Tell yourself that you are in your DR. Don’t let any doubts creep into your head, if they do, counter them. Anything that you think is tying you down to your OR, counter that too. You hear a noise? Somebody in your DR was moving around (if you’re waking up alone, it was a gust of wind from your DR). Voices of your family in the living room? It’s your DR s/o or friend talking on the phone (or you accidentally left the radio or TV on). Even if you aren’t in a modern world, find something to tie it to. It’s very easy once you think about it.
Continue doing this until you can’t find a reason why you’re in your OR anymore. Affirm affirm affirm that you are in your DR until you fall asleep and wake up in your DR.
I hope I explained this well enough!! This method is perfect (hopefully) for people who have logical minds like me. If any of you try it, let me know how it went! :)
#reia talks shifting#universalcontact#shifting method#the gaslighting method!#reality shifting#shifting#shifting realities#shiftblr#desired reality#shifting community#reality shift#shifters#shifting antis dni
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Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.
Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!
Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.
Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing
*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*
Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers
Word Count: 1, 915
First Person's POV
Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm.
Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.
Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still.
It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was
"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude.
"What do you want Niklaus?
"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.
"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?"
"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy.
"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment.
"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment.
"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.
"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.
"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.
"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room.
"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could.
"Why are you crying...?"
"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!
"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing.
"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus.
"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup.
"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands.
I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M
"You wrote this?"
"I did."
"And you mean it?"
"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad.
"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot."
It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral?
I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted.
"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-"
"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain.
"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck.
It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase.
"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist.
"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were.
"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me."
"It's okay, love. I've got you."
"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"
"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened.
"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions.
"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through.
"Thank you for saving me... "
"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal.
"Flattery only gets you so far."
"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker.
"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer."
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