#i am soft and emotional and delusional and i love them so much

[gaytransbimbo]

spent hours talking to my boyfriend and my best friend about everything while all laying on my boyfriends bed and then i drove my best friend home and we talked about how she never feels like she is third wheeling with us what does that mean

[shrewsburysworld]

Twisted Hearts | Jeon Jungkook | Part 5 (m)

I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY!!! THIS REWARD IS FOR MY 100 FOLLOWERS 🤧

Warning :- mature content, dark themes, dubious, non-consensual elements, delusional behaviour, Stockholm syndrome, physical and emotional elements, obsession and toxic relationship, smut, oral (female receiving), jk is whipped, sub jk, penetration, unprotected sex (use protection kids), reader leaves Jungkook hanging after sex, dom reader, toxic reader. The behaviour of characters is not something to emulate.

Summary :- Jungkook forces you into a twisted marriage, sparking a dangerous, obsessive love. As your resentment turns into dominance, you both become trapped in a dark, toxic relationship where love and control blur into one.

*This is original work do not copyright ©*

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That night, you kissed him, something shifted irreversibly between the two of you. Jungkook had always been devoted to you—obsessed, even—but now, with the faintest glimmer of your approval, that devotion turned into something far more intense, more desperate. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world, and in that moment, you knew you could do anything with him. He would let you.

You stood up, your eyes never leaving his as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin beneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched you, completely mesmerized. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way he hung on your every move, and it gave you a thrill, a rush of power.

“Undress me,” you commanded, your voice low and authoritative.

Jungkook scrambled to his knees, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for your waistband. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, but there was none. You were in control now, and you wanted him to know it.

“Do it,” you urged, your voice firmer this time.

His hands quickly went to work, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before sliding them down your legs. He then reached for your underwear, his hands shaking as he carefully pulled them down, leaving you completely bare before him. Jungkook’s gaze raked over your body, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he took you in, his adoration and lust evident in his expression. Your already wet cunt was staring back at him.

Without waiting for further instruction, Jungkook leaned in, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, working his way up to where you needed him most. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed his way closer to your core. He licked your clit, making your body shudder. His tongue teasing you, pleasing your pussy and frustrating you at same time.

“Don’t tease me,” you warned, your voice sharp despite the pleasure starting to course through you.

Jungkook obeyed immediately, his tongue darting out to taste you, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your center, his tongue skillfully finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. You felt your knees go weak, but you steadied yourself by gripping his hair even tighter, guiding him as he pleasured you.

“More,” you demanded, your voice breathless but commanding.

Jungkook obliged, his tongue working faster now, circling your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking gently. You bit down on your lip to stifle the sounds of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you were enjoying this, but it was hard to maintain your composure when he was so focused on your pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust and something more—something almost worshipful. “Do you like this?” he asked, his voice husky.

You didn’t answer immediately, just pressed his head back down to where you wanted him. “Don’t talk,” you ordered. “Just keep going.”

Jungkook resumed his task with renewed fervor, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you closer to the edge. He was skilled, there was no denying that, and the way he was so eager to please you only added to your arousal. But it wasn’t just the physical pleasure that had you on the brink of release—it was the power you held over him, the knowledge that he would do anything to make you happy, to keep you satisfied.

Your breathing grew heavier, your thighs trembling as you felt the tension building inside you. Jungkook seemed to sense how close you were, his movements becoming more intense, more precise, as he drove you toward your peak.

Finally, the pressure inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body convulsing as the orgasm tore through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, didn’t relent, his tongue still working to prolong your pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess in his arms.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you pushed him away, your breathing ragged. Jungkook sat back on his heels, his face flushed, his lips glistening with your essence. He looked up at you with an expression that was both awestruck and hungry, waiting for your next command.

You stared down at him, a sense of satisfaction and power coursing through you. “Now,” you said, your voice still laced with authority, “I want you inside me.”

Jungkook nodded eagerly, quickly stripping off his own clothes before positioning himself between your legs. You could see how hard he was, how much he wanted this, but you didn’t let him take control. No, this was your moment, and you were going to savor every second of it.

As he entered you, you clenched your thighs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, making him groan in pleasure. You set the pace, moving your hips against his in a rhythm that had him panting, his hands gripping your hips as he tried to keep up. But no matter how much he tried to take control, you didn’t let him. Every movement, every thrust was dictated by you, your pleasure the only thing that mattered.

“Do you love this?” you asked, your voice breathy as you rode him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Do you love being my little plaything?”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head as he nodded frantically. “Yes,” he gasped. “I love it. I love you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response. “Good,” you purred, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Because this is all you’ll ever get from me.”

He moaned at your words, the sound sending another wave of arousal through you. You could feel him getting close, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release, but you weren’t done yet. You slowed your movements, just enough to tease him, to keep him on the edge without giving him what he wanted.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please let me…”

But you didn’t let him finish. You leaned in, biting down on his neck just hard enough to leave a mark, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Not yet,” you whispered against his skin. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Jungkook whimpered, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold back. You could feel the tension in him, the way he was barely holding on, and it thrilled you, the power you had over him making your own pleasure skyrocket.

Finally, when you were satisfied, you let yourself go, your body shuddering as another orgasm overtook you. Only then did you give him permission, and with a guttural moan, Jungkook followed, his release powerful and overwhelming as he spilled inside you.

You stayed like that for a moment, both of you catching your breath, before you finally pulled away, leaving Jungkook lying there, spent and utterly at your mercy. He looked up at you, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and something deeper—something that bordered on worship.

But you didn’t linger. You stood up, not bothering to cover yourself as you walked away, leaving him lying there, still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

As you left the room, you couldn’t help but feel a dark sense of satisfaction. You had him exactly where you wanted him—completely, irrevocably yours. And now, there was no going back.

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[delirium1217]

Gold Rush, Red Flush

720 word count Regulus tells James what he thought about him during their school years. [Post war AU/established relationship]

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“Do you think,” James busies himself, worrying the blue fabric of Regulus’ sweater. They’re sprawled out on the living room couch, it’s late afternoon. They had nowhere else to be. “Do you think in another universe, we could’ve realized this earlier?” “What, like when we were kids?” Regulus frowns. He’s looking down at James’ fingers, like they’re something worth staring at. “Well, yeah, I suppose.” “I-uhm, well.” Regulus turns his head away towards the window. The light catches the crown of his hair - unruly waves grown too long. “What, is it that difficult to imagine?” “No. Quite the opposite.”

That makes James pause. “Reg, did you- is this something you thought about before?” He stays silent. James is subsequently intrigued. He laughs. “You have! You have! Don’t tell me - on the quidditch pitch?” James is entertained by that little scenario for a little bit more than what is appropriate. Regulus glances back at him. The intensity of his stare. This wasn’t- it was real. “Oh.” James simply says. “Yeah.” Regulus replies, soft. He’s close. So close. Did James know how fragile this was? “What, since…the beginning?” “No, I’m not that pathetic.” Regulus almost smirks, but no, his expression was still twisted. “When, then?” James swallows. His heart in his throat. “Probably when I was fifteen.” His face is resting on his right hand. His eyes search James’ face - what was he looking for? “God, I despised you for the longest time. I thought you were the driving force behind everything wrong in my life.” “Strong start,” He laughs lightly. James is afraid of this conversation. This is - it’s heavy. He could feel it settling on his chest. Drowning him. “Yeah, well, you weren’t. I wish it was that simple.” Regulus whispered. He was floating again. “All that hate fizzled into something that pestered me every day till I got myself to look at it.” “So, what did you find?” he finds himself whispering too. “You.” They both pause, startled brown meeting grey. James thinks could live in this moment. Burrow himself deeper and deeper till the stale air of a lazy Saturday is what sustains him. Fragile. “I-it’s- I think I-um,“ “Oh god, I’ve broken you.” “No, no. It’s just. I never thought about you like th- I mean, you were my best friend’s-“ “James, it’s fine. I know I was being delusional,” “Hey, I didn’t say that.” He paused, he needed to get this right. “Did I notice you? Of course I did, you were gorgeous- are, I mean. I just, you always looked like you were two seconds away from killing me,” He groaned. This was a disaster. “I was, for the longest time,” Regulus’ voice has dropped down to a whisper again. His hands touch James’ hair. Barely there. “Then I realized I just wanted to touch you,” He does, lowering his hand and eyes to his lips. His fingers just grazing them. James’ breath hitches. This was impossible. “So, where do we meet?” “What?” “In that universe. I bet you’ve given this some thought,” he can’t help doing this, he slips into this role so easily- as easy as breathing. “I am not entertaining this, James.” He’s smiling, a small little thing. “Okay, then I will. I think, we meet every Sunday after Quidditch practice.” He looks into Regulus’ face. He really could see it, disheveled and sweaty and frustrated after practice. Crashing into James in ways neither of them understood. “The locker rooms are usually abandoned. Everyone would assume we were each doing individual drills, or something. Maybe fifth year - Merlin, I was so frustrated at you. For so many things, the least of which had to with Gryffindor lagging behind.” He’s saying too much, this was too much. “I- that year, I thought so many times about walking up to you. I always wondered.” Regulus says. It rests between them, uneasy. The what if-s. The space between love and hate. The emotion that spills out of him catches him off guard. Regulus is still close. His eyes look more alive than ever. Alight with all that could’ve been. “And then what?” James whispers. “And then we wreck it all to pieces.” Regulus whispers back. James almost gasps. “Is that what we’re always meant to do?” “Maybe.” “How about this universe?” “I’m still deciding.”

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originally published on Ao3. Part of a larger work but I thought it worked quite well on its own!

[olivianott]

BIKINI STRINGS

Hello friends, I’m joining the @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx ‘s Jinxed July challenge, because the prompts are so fun and I want to do so much more with it 😌.

And thank you to my bestie that told me about this 💋🖤😌🎀

✿ fluffy, suggestive, not for minors

✿ Panville, because it’s my comfort, I hope it’s alright

✿ The prompts: sunglasses, poolparty, “Can you handle the heat?”

„I can’t believe you actually made me come here.“ Pansy huffs while she takes her bags out of the taxi's trunk.

“Oh, shut it Pandora. As if I could ever make you do something you didn’t want to. And let’s not pretend I am the reason for you being here.” Draco says in his pompous tone, with a stupid knowing smirk on his face.

She just rolls her eyes but stays quiet. No. She is over that delusional obsession.  

Since Draco and Hermione started working together in the ministry, and subsequently started dating each other, the two very different friend groups were not very willing to interact.

This “summer holiday trip” was supposed to change that apparently. We’ll see how that works.”

Draco invited everyone to one of his family's homes in the south of France. Prick. He knew how much she loved the region. Especially during the summer.

However, Pansy, being Pansy, complained a lot. She acted like she didn’t want to go, but her best friend obviously knew better. Draco was the only one in school who knew about her teenage obsession. Neville.

She was young, surrounded by darkness and cruelty, and he was the complete opposite. At least it looked like that to her. At first, she hated him for it, along with every other stupidly brave Gryffindor. But observing him every day, in class, the Great Hall, the corridors, it became an obsession. Unhealthy. Especially since he never even spared her a glance.

After the war, everything changed. She built even bigger and stronger walls around herself, and stayed at home, away from the judging, prying eyes, wanting to see her at her lowest. Just because of the world and society she was born into and was forced to grow up in and learn from, people viewed her as a villain, the bad guy, the selfish snake ready to betray anyone. If it wasn’t for Draco, maybe she would be exactly like that. He was the first and only one to realize how close to the edge she was and helped her. Made her go to the mind healer, forced her to go outside, reconnect with people again. She will be forever grateful to him for that.

Socializing with the “great brave lions” though? She could whack him on the head for that one.

She is a tiny bit curious about the Herbology professor. Yes, she researched a little bit about Neville, of course she wouldn’t come completely unprepared.

After putting their things away in their rooms, they are supposed to meet in the living room for the welcome drinks and introductions.

Pansy, absolutely not nervous at all, changed her outfit five times, before settling on a deep green, figure-hugging dress with a snake design traveling from her hip, up across her stomach and back, all the way to her shoulder. She is not gonna be hiding her Slytherin roots this week. Let them side eye her all they want.

As she exits her room, the door at the end of the hallway opens and Neville emerges from his room. FUCK.

He looks at her, eyes soft and expectant, until his eyes travel along her length, from head to toe. When his eyes meet hers again, they are hardened already.

“Hello.” She greets him with her head held high. She is not gonna get intimidated by his stare now. She is stronger than that. However, deep inside she felt giddy and vulnerable since she felt like this was the first time he even looked at her at all. She has to squash all those unwanted emotions down, to not make a fool out of herself.

With hard brown eyes staring at her, he only nods his head in greeting and walks around her to the stairs, leaving her rooted to the spot in front of her door.

With a few deep breaths, she convinces herself she doesn’t care about his opinion of her and goes to meet her friends downstairs.

When she enters the living room, everybody except Neville turns to look at her.

“So dramatic Pansy.” Draco says when he sees what she is wearing. Hermione is smiling over the drink in her hand while looking at Neville and then at her. The little prat told her.

Whatever.

After the first round of drinks instead of introductions, (they knew each other from school anyway, why make it even more awkward than it is?) Pansy went to the beach, her favorite part of this amazing mansion. The way the sun beaming down makes the water sparkle has always been her favorite view. She didn’t even mind going alone, no one else wanted to leave the air-conditioned safety of the house.

After a while of her lying on the beach, under the shade of a cliff and her favorite tree, she hears someone approaching.

Her eyes widen when she catches Neville walking to her. He is already wiping sweat off of his forehead as he stands over her. Merlin, he is tall. And big.

She lays on her lounger, content in her light blue daisy covered bikini, not acknowledging him at all.  

“Hey… Um, I didn’t know if you brought water with you. It’s dangerous not to drink in this heat.” He hands her a big glass filled with ice, water and lemon slices.

Pansy froze. Unbelieving. He was concerned about her?

“Oh. That’s … thank you.” She takes the cup from his hands. His hands. Her eyes catch on his veiny hands with thick fingers that she knows are more often then not working with soil in the Hogwarts greenhouses.

“Are you gonna drink, or…?” Neville raises an eyebrow at her and she finally tears her gaze away from his perfect hands.

She actually brought her own water bottle, so she doesn’t really need to drink, but.. well, he brought it for her and she is grateful and giddy again. She drinks while holding his gaze with her eyes over the top of the glass.

She sees how he looks at her lips and follows the drop of water that escaped from between her lips down her chin and in between her bikini-covered breasts. His cheeks start to look a little red.

He looks parched. Could he be…? Interesting. It gives her a bit of a boost in confidence. Not that she is shy normally anyway.

She offers him the cup with the remaining water. “You look like you could do with a cold drink also. You look parched and… very hot.” She says with a little smirk on her face.

He takes the drink from her and goes even more red in the face. But surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to faze him that much. Interesting. He drinks from the same cup while looking into her eyes intently.

“How can you handle this heat? I’m dying over here.” Neville asks and the staring contest ends.

“I love it when it’s hot. I’m a snake after all, haven’t you heard?” She smirks at him and watches for his reaction similar to the one in the hallway earlier that day.

But this time he just smiles. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” With that he grabs the bottom of his brown T-shirt and in one mesmerizing motion he takes it off over his head.

Pansy just sits there with her mouth open and thankful for the sunglasses she has on her wandering eyes. They travel along his chest, decorated with the perfect amount of hair, down over his stomach, no washboard abs in sight, but he looks manly, strong and bulky. Following the trail of hair on his lower stomach that disappears in his green swim trunks, she is interrupted by Neville clearing his throat. FUCK. Maybe the sunglasses were not enough to cover her reaction to his naked upper half.

He tosses his t-shirt onto the sand and takes off to the water, the sight of his broad back making her mouth dry.  

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In her same favorite bikini, and beach cover up tied at her hip, she is sitting in a pool chair drinking her sweet pink concoction and looking at all the people having fun at their little pool party that night. Draco is the one coming to her as always.

“Why are you sulking, now?” He asks in his usual tone, but Pansy knows he means well.

“I’m not sulking.” Pansy retorts but looks into her drink again.

“Ok, you’re coming to dance with me. Right now.” With that he takes the drink from her to put it on the nearby table, drags her over to the pool deck, and starts dancing, twirling her around like she is five years old. Tall bastard.

She hates to admit it, but in a few minutes, she is having fun. And everyone around her is having fun also.

Suddenly Draco senses Hermione near him and turns over to grab her waist and pull her against him. Completely forgetting about Pansy. Asshole.

She takes one second to think about what to do next, go sulk into my drink or try to have fun by myself as a big girl that I am?

But she doesn’t have to decide. Strong arms circle her waist from behind and she stumbles into a hard chest.

Neville leans over and whispers into her ear. “I hope you are not going back to your chair. We are supposed to have fun on this trip and get to know each other.”

Her body shivers and of course he notices. “Are you cold?” He asks seriously. She can’t believe he doesn’t know what his whispering and his hands on her body are doing to her. Maybe it’s time to show him.

“No. But now I have to ask you. Can you handle the heat?” with that she starts swaying her hips against him. The music is very sensual and she uses it. She reaches up behind his neck and leans her head back against his shoulder, still pushing her ass into him. Before she closes her eyes she can see him watching her body move intently.

He speaks then, quiet but determined: “I can handle everything you give me, don’t worry Little flower.”

At the nickname she gets very emotional. That’s what she desperately needs in her life. Someone to care for her like he cares for his plants. Give her all the right care and nutrition for her to grow more and live her life finally. Not just survive on the minimum.

Her emotional meltdown is interrupted when she feels his hands on her hips. And it awakens different emotions in her.

His voice rumbles as he talks into her neck. “This little bikini almost killed me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I saw you in that skin tight snake dress in the hallway, but this? Daisies just became my favorite flower. Also, “ he traces his finger from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist, “did you know, daisies usually symbolize innocence?”

Pansy’s breath catches in her throat when he turns her around and snakes his hands behind her back.

Pansy smiles devilishly “Well I made a mistake choosing the flower then.” With that, she fists her hand in his soft short curls and crashes her lips on his. She doesn’t mind their friends seeing them kiss, she doesn’t care at all to be honest.

After the initial shock of her lips on his, he kisses her back. And he is not gentle. While he explores her mouth with his tongue, his hand goes to the back of her neck, the other one sliding down to her hip, his fingers playing dangerously with the exposed strings of her bikini. That, with his deep growl against her mouth when she tugged on his hair instantly made her pussy wet.

He was the first to break the kiss after almost passing out without the oxygen.

Looking down at her perked nipples visible in between the innocent daisies: “I guess doing this while still in our swimming suits was not a smart move.” He says breathlessly while holding her close to his body and letting her feel what the encounter did to him.

Pansy smiles up at him and without a word takes his hand and makes him follow her inside.

They don’t look at anyone, so they don’t see Hermione with a knowing and satisfied smirk on her face. 

“Congratulations darling, looks like your scheme worked perfectly.” Draco whispers into Hermione’s ear.

Hermione just smiles at him and says “Oh, but the trip wasn’t my idea. Certain professor basically bullied me into making it happen.”

Hope you liked it guys 🖤

[yanderes-galore]

You don’t even know how hype I am to see DAI on the request list. Would you be willing to do a romantic/platonic Cole concept? Having a yandere who can pretty much read your mind and manipulate your emotions would be so freaky (or it would be if you even knew he was doing it.)

- 📸 anon

Sure! Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy this :) Not proofread fully, may have mistakes.

Yandere! Cole Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Murder mention, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Cole is another interesting case.

He was once originally a Spirit of Compassion, someone who just wants to help.

This need to help may be a factor that plays into his obsession.

He is obsessive about the idea of helping his darling, feeling deep down they need him in someway.

He never wants to make them forget him.

Cole can be a very caring yandere.

He's compassionate and always ends up following you around.

He genuinely just wants to help care for you and make you happy.

So compared to most... he is a very soft yandere.

He feels he has your best interests at heart.

After all, he just wants to help!

Others who know Cole can tell he adores you.

The way he allows you to remember him, the way he follows you around, he's attached.

Cole always seems to know how you're feeling, he can sense it.

He is also manipulative, but doesn't intend to be all the time.

Cole naturally would be drawn towards an obsession who is going through some sort of painful event.

Trauma, physical pain, near death experience, etc.

Ever since then he's just seemed to stick around.

He reads your mind and emotions often, always intrigued and curious to know how you feel.

Cole could manipulate your mind if he didn't like you doing something too.

Yet he tries not to do it often.

Cole is so sweet with you.

Sometimes he's a bit odd but he feels protective of you.

He considers you a friend, only ever considering you more if he decides to be more human.

He feels rather "innocent" with his intentions.

He prioritizes your happiness and just wants to see you without pain.

He'll do anything to achieve that.

If he accidentally hurts you, he'll make you forget.

Actually, if any hurt comes to you he'll make you forget it ever happened.

All for your own good... all to keep you from being hurt.

Then there's a point his obsession turns devious.

Others may notice Cole is a bit too overprotective and obsessive with you.

They may try to warn you.

But that's okay! Cole will make them and you forget.

If that doesn't work... he'll kill them.

Cole is a yandere who feels he's doing the right thing for his darling.

"The right thing" often includes making you forget certain memories, murder, manipulation, and smothering affection.

Cole loves to see you smile, it means there is no pain.

Pain is a bad thing... he knows that.

He'll do anything to prevent you from being in pain.

Your friends just want to separate you two!

They don't have the same care and compassion Cole feels for you.

Cole loves you in his own way due to his nature.

Why do you cry?

You shouldn't cry while he's here... holding your face with a soft gaze in his eyes.

The issue with Cole is he's... delusional.

He thinks messing with your mind and emotions is going to help you.

He feels you're the happiest with him.

Just rant to him or be vulnerable with him... he'll take care of you.

Others just wish to harm you in his eyes...

Others will just cause you pain...

Cole would do whatever he can to prevent you from feeling pain.

Isolation, affection, etc...

Mercy killing.

Yup, if Cole was cornered or if someone threatened to take you away from him... he'll spare you from pain.

If he can't have you, no one can.

Afterwards, Cole plans to join you in the Fade.

He can keep you happy as a spirit, right?

You may be upset... but he'll help you like he always has.

Killing you may also be helping you in his eyes.

Hopefully Cole won't have to do such a thing.

If he tries hard enough... he doesn't have to do anything like that.

Yet... Cole will do whatever he can to help you since he loves you...

Even go to the extreme.

[starssgalore]

Baby please come back; namor x fem!reader

A/N: alright y'all, this is the last part. You might be mad at how it ends but trust!! It's better than what I originally drafted out. But there are new things coming. But if you liked things like this PLEASE like and follow. I love writing and sharing stuff on here and I want to continue so please tell me or show me you like it too!!

warnings: brief mentions of drowning, very emotional, very angsty...

tags: @rose-bliss247 (sorry if this is not the right account!!), @caroldxnvxrs, @violet-19999, @omgsuperstarg, @deliciousfestsalad

part 2 playlist updated! taglist

'I fucking knew I should have come, this is what I get for messing with a mutant god for 3 years.' The only thing you could think of is how dumb you we're, "No wHeRe nOt GoIng To nAmOr'S BeAcH." Should have left when you could have. But here you are, tied to a chair in a room that is all too familiar.

He still has that goddamn painting of his quote on quote, "glorious and vicious" battle with the princess of Wakanda. But nothing else has changed, the table cloth, the blankets and lights haven't changed one bit since you left. It was actually the first thing that drew you in when you first got here. Maybe he didn't change them because he knew you liked them. You wished he changed his kidnapping approach, almost died getting dragged down here.

"Namor, what do you want? I'm not gonna sit here and be tied to a chair while you have your general point their spears at me." For the last 10 minutes he's had Namora in the same defensive position, whilst he paces back and forth. "Silence, you no longer have any sort of authority here anymore. You lost that privilege when you left two years ago." "Authority?! Are you crazy, your people did not care if I was your so-called "close friend." Two years ago you kept me basically a secret and then asked me why I was mad being kept a secret?!" You can't believe this man, so full of himself. All he can say is 'you no longer have authority here.' "Namora, you may leave, go back to patrolling." Namor's expression was a mixture of tiredness and somewhat relieved, as if he's happy you're back. Even after he made that huge argument, he's acting like nothing happened.

"Namor, what do you want?" Leaning down to reach your chair, "I want you back." He whispers, his voice flowing through your mind like a familiar symphony. "You lost me the day you threatened me." Hold your ground, the last thing you want to happen is him thinking you're dependent on him. "This isn't an option, I've already told my people that there will be a new queen soon. I can't let them down y/n." Namor's proposal is almost infuriating, you wait years for Namor to tell his people about you.

And now when you leave he tells them? Fucking ridiculous. "What makes you think that I would even willing agree if this was an option." "Well it's what you want right? You said you wanted the people to know about you. So here I am telling them about you." A god who doesn't understand the concept of the past can't be fixed, shocking almost. "Namor, that was 2 years ago. I've moved on. I'm dating people, I hope that you move on too." "Move on y/n, I can't just move on. You were one, and I was just blind I didn't realize how much I need you in my life. You made me feel human again." His words make it so tempting to go back, to fall into those arms again.

To kiss his lips as if there the only thing you need, to rule by his side. Be his one and only, again. But there comes a time to be real and wake up from your delusional dreams. "Namor, mí amor." You caress his face, the feeling of his stubble underneath your soft fingers tips send a shiver down your spine, "I can't just got back to loving you. I would love to forget what happened but I can't, what happened 2 years ago will stick with me forever. It's best if we're just friends." The last couple of words you let out send a ringing to Namor's ears, as if he's gone deaf on the spot.

Coldness is all he can feel throughout his body, numb to the words you spoke. A stage of grief hitting his body like a train, he's lost you. There's no way your coming back, your just "friends" now. "Oh... o-ok. I understand." The break in his voice makes you wanna give him the biggest hug Namor has ever felt in his life, but if you do you'll fall back into that trance. "Namor please, please don't cry. I still love you just not like I used too."

None of the comforting words you speak to him will make him feel warm again. To fall in love with a mortal is a dangerous thing is the only thought I his now empty head. The world spinning so fast around you, body feeling dry, as if he needs to dive, deep into the ocean to soothe it's hunger.

"Um y/n, I need to go. I'll have Namora come back and untie you. I'll see you sometime again, just not now..." And with those last words, Namor out of the room and into the ocean. Your heart aches, the amount of pain you feel is too large. You never meant to hurt him like that, it wasn't supposed to go like this. 'It's ok, just breathe. Namor is fine, he is ok, he will be fine. You did nothing wrong. He's ok, he just needs to clear his head.' Namora finally cuts the rope that holds you bond to your chair, and finally brings you back to your ship.

On the cruise

The walk back to your room was slow. Filled with the conversation you just had, thinking about if you fell back to him, if you gave in. How it could have gone better. But too be in love again with Namor is dangerous, a commitment you're not even sure about taking. Sadly, your in depth thought is broken up by Kira's drunken state.

"Y/N?! Where the hell were you?" Words slurred together, "Sorry Kira, I had gotten caught up-" "Caught up in what Y/N? We're on vacation, you can't just leave me like that.." "I know I'm sorry it's just I need to like be alone for a second. I'm gonna go sit on the deck if it's still open." All you need is a place for you to clear your mind.

On the deck

Maybe you should go back, what harm could be done. Well you could drown on the way back, but if you make it there what's the big issue. You could burn the world with him, rule with him, be Namor's one and only. Just swim back. The breeze is almost pushing you off the deck, as if it's trying to tell you to go back. Maybe the wind was right. It wouldn't hurt, like to be with what you thought was the love of your life.

The recliner was just at the guard rail, if you jumped now no one would see you. Plus you could always call Namor, or he would eventually come right? No. If you jump off now you'll be stranded in the water and Namor would be too depressed to get up and swim to the surface to grab you and rescue you to shore. And if you drowned, he wouldn't kiss you on the lips to start mouth to mouth because he's so sad about you. Maybe going to the deck was a bad idea.

The only way to resolve this is to get off the cruise and go back to the beach. The only way this "idea" will leave your mind is if you go back, which is physical impossible. You know what, there's nothing you can do, just sit down and relax, is the only thought running through your mind. How can you make it up to Namor, or if you should even make it up to him.

Well, I hope y'all are good with that cause this is the end! Not the end of my writing but I have more things along the way so don't unfollow me now!!! But as always...

xoxo,

hoshi 💫

[gothsuguru]

KAIROOOOO 🥺🥺🥺 i think you’ll see this in the morning so. good morning!!! here is your ari delivered breakfast ☕️🍵🧇🥞🍳….. i woke up to your tags on my old sugu drabbles and i’m here to cover you in kisses YOU’RE THE SWEETEST EVER EVER EVER :(((((( i’m soooooo overjoyed that you liked them…. ms. geto herself……… your approval means everything 2 me 🫂🫂🫂

no but your tags made me crazy w joy i was bursting at the seams i fear 💔💔 i’m willing to become a spring baby if it’s for you!!!! spring/autumn solidarity is real 2 me so i’m halfway there i think….. and YES you get it purple was invented for suguru geto alone!!! he’s. such an acts of service bf…. 😔😔 so endelessly patient and endeared….. i think you could actually just kill someone and he’d be like ”damn that’s not good… but it’s so you.” he’s insane <333 AND THE BABYBOY SUGU DRABBLE it’s my pride and joy…… i think he deserves to be hugged and coddled endlessly T_T FLUSTERED SUGU IS A FAVE OF MINE TOOOO it’s such a vulnerable position for him to be in so i think his brain kinda explodes… just lets himself be pampered…. as he should :3

ily kairo tysm for taking the time to read my silly drabbles 🥺🥺 and for your kind words!! they rlly do mean so much 2 me T_T suguru told me to give you a kiss from him so a big fat MWAH to you <333 and here is a silly meme too <333333 

you calling me ms. geto is so dangerous bc i’m more delusional than usual this morning 😹😹😹 FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE BREAKFAST am sending you desserts back rn :3 🍰🍪🍭🍦🍡 (do NOT let gojo at these……… you BLINK and they’re GONE 😪) AND OMG SPRING/AUTUMN SOLIDARITY IS GOING SO STRONG are you an autumn baby bc that’s so cute :>

I LOOOOOVED YOUR SUGU DRABBLES!!!!! you write suguru in such a tender, fond, & soft way i think that’s why i’m so enamored by him <333 your suguru is canon to me idc! like i truly genuinely believe those are actual facets of his personality <3 YESSSSSSSS ACTS OF SERVICE BF i fully believe that’s one of his biggest love languages he loves taking care of you :> & PURPLE REALLY IS SOOOOO HIS COLOR v royal v elegant v mysterious <333 also biggest compliment i can give you rn is that your writing it soooooo stunning & emotion-invoking and the imagery is SO pretty that they remind me of hozier lyrics like omfg ari 🤝 hozier

AND FLUSTERED!SUGU MY ANGEL MY LOVE MY REASON TO BEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHH I LOVED HOW TENDER THAT DRABBLE WAS I LOVE SEEING SUGURU SHY & MEEK!!!!!! it’s so underrated i think he enjoys flustering others so much that when it’s done to him it’s like Suguru Exe. Has Stopped Working……… need to make him blush then have him fall on top of me… it would heal me <3

ALSO THANK YOU FOR MAKING SUCH CUTE DRABBLES HEHEHEHE here’s a sugu meme back :3 i am readily accepting his smooch <3 MWAHHHHHH!!!!!

[olivieblake]

Around 4 days ago, I walked into my local bookstore and found The Atlas Six and The Atlas Paradox displayed on the front table. I had recently finished reading everything on my book list, so on a whim, I decided to purchase both of them. BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE.

I finished The Atlas Six in a day, and devoured The Atlas Paradox in another. I’m not being hyperbolic when I say I couldn’t put them down. I love each and every character (Although I do have a soft spot for Reina, Nico, and Gideon), and their interactions with each other never failed to entertain! There’s a certain quality to them that almost brings them alive, allowing me to picture each character clearly in my head. All in all, I absolutely adore this series, and can’t wait for The Atlas Complex to come out!

BUT MOVING ON TO THE MORE IMPORTANT STUFF, I AM LIVING FOR NICO AND GIDEON’S RELATIONSHIP. In The Atlas Six, I was like okay, so we have the typical enemies-to-lovers plot going on with Libby and Nico. Pretty typical, but I was excited to see how it would play out.

THEN GIDEON IS INTRODUCED AND THE SHEER C H E M I S T R Y BETWEEN HIM AND NICO FLOORS ME. They talk to each other in THREE LANGUAGES. THREE. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. AND THEN YOU KEEP FEEDING US LITTLE CRUMBS OF NICO AND GIDEON THROUGHOUT THE REST OF THE STORY, AND I, A STARVING SHIPPER WHO HAS NO SHAME, ATE THEM UP.

The text messages between them, Gideon visiting Nico in his dreams, (HE’S LITERALLY THE MAN OF NICO’S DREAMS) and the fact that NICO LITERALLY JOINED THE SOCIETY IN THE FIRST PLACE SO HE COULD FIND A WAY TO HELP GIDEON-

And then we get to The Atlas Paradox. Which is an ABSOLUTE ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS.

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL, AND FOREMOST, GIDEON FIGHTING HIS WAY THROUGH A DREAMSCAPE HELL JUST SO HE CAN TALK WITH NICO? HELLO?

AND THEN THE BATTLE WITH PARISA INSIDE OF DALTON’S MIND AND THE FACT THAT SHE SPARED HIM BECAUSE HIS FINAL THOUGHT JUST BEFORE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA DIE WAS OF NICO?

THE WAY PARISA STRAIGHT UP EXPOSED NICO BY TELLING HIM HE THINKS ABOUT GIDEON SO MUCH THAT SOMETIMES SHE THINKS ABOUT HIM TOO?

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON YOU ACTUALLY CONFIRMING GIDEON’S FEELINGS FOR NICO ON THE

VERY. LAST. PAGE.

OF THE BOOK.

THEN SPOILING THE MOMENT BY ALSO HINTING TOWARDS NICO x LIBBY AT THE END OF THE PARAGRAPH.

AFTER NICO AND GIDEON’S KISS, I HAVEN’T BEEN THE SAME. I think I’m officially deranged now. Please, I’m on my hands and knees, I am BEGGING YOU, LET THIS SHIP BECOME CANNON. Libby x Nico is all good and well, BUT I NEED NICO AND GIDEON TO HAPPEN.

Anyways, that’s all! I’m sorry for forcing you to read roughly 150 words of me screaming about Nico and Gideon’s relationship, and I deeply apologize if this fanaticism of mine disturbed you. I love your Atlas trilogy, which also coincidentally inspired me to start writing again, and I am counting down the days until The Atlas Complex comes out! That’s all, and I hope you have an amazing rest of your day/night!

I’m so grateful to your whims!! seriously, thank you so much for reading and letting the books live in your head. also I love when people point these things out and tell me how “deranged” or “delusional” they are as if I’m not the person who wrote those things down lol (who could have easily just NOT but then ABSOLUTELY DID, like some kind of CRIMINAL—)

which is to say I’m not going to comment on basically any of this but please picture me with my copy of book 3 just sort of giving you a thumbs up and smiling vacantly, the kind of smile that might suggest something cryptic or might just mean I left the stove on at home but it’s really impossible to tell at this juncture

[allylikethecat]

If you want to do it and if you have the time could I humbly request prompt 20, a kiss on a scar. I absolutely love all these kiss prompts

Hello! I realized after I wrote this that you didn't give me a pairing- I just assumed Matty x George. If that was NOT who you were looking for let me know and I'll write another one! I'm sorry that this took a few days to finish and I hope that you enjoy it regardless of the pairing!

I also have another request for #20, and because I really like this prompt I am going to be writing another one for it. I just have a few more to get through before I get to it!

Thank you again for reading, and I'm so happy that you're enjoying them! Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss…on a scar

“I love you,” Matty whispered, his head resting against George’s chest, the blankets pooled around his waist as he traced George’s “broken” tattoo with his finger, feeling the raised skin of his scar from his collarbone surgery, listening to his heart beat, trying to match his own breathing to George's rhythmic inhale and exhale. 

“I love you too,” George murmured, his words vibrating in his ribcage. Matty turned his head, nuzzling his nose against George’s bare chest inhaling the scent of his skin. He closed his eyes and tried not to cry, so overwhelmed that this was something he got to have. 

If someone had told him he would have this ten years ago, twenty four with a chip on his shoulder, their debut album on the horizon, he would have laughed. He had been so far in the closet he hadn’t even realized that was where he was. If you had told him at twenty eight, having relapsed after rehab, the rest of the guys icing him out, convinced that this was the end, that George would ever hold him with kindness, that George would still even want him in his life Matty would have said you were delusional. Even at thirty, hunkered down with a global pandemic on the horizon, quarantining with George, overcome with fear and uncertainty, Matty wouldn’t have believed it.

He  still didn’t believe it, he kept waiting to wake up in 2014, in 2017, in 2020 and be told it was all just a dream, all just a hopeless fantasy. Because why would George ever want him. He was Matty Healy the hot mess express. Emphasis on mess. But here they were in 2023. Matty was thirty four, George was thirty three. They lived in the home they had picked out together in West London, they had a yard and a dog. They had a fifth album that had gone number one in the UK, they had a sixth album that was on the way. They had each other. 

Matty wished he could go back in time, wished that he could tell Matty at twenty seven, strung out and terrified, heart racing, thinking he was going to die in portaloo in Scotland when he had accidentally taken too much that it was all going to be alright, even as the rest of the guys having caught on to his deep his addiction ran. They had confronted him and he fled to score. He wished he could tell twenty seven year old Matty who was ready to give up, that was starting to accept that he wasn’t going to make it to thirty, that he was going to get through it, that even after the lowest of lows, even after he hit rock bottom, and then kept digging, that he would be able to claw himself back up, that he would find someone who loved him, someone who loved him all along. 

“Are you crying love?” George asked softly, reaching up to run the pad of his finger under Matty’s eye, ruffling his eye lashes and making Matty scrunch up his nose at the sensation.

“No,” he said, even as his tears leaked against George’s skin, causing him to chuckle. He never thought he would be this soft, that he would allow himself to be so vulnerable. He had always been emotional, cried at the drop of a hat his entire life, but at the same time he had always been guarded, had always protected his soft underbelly. But he was now, metaphorically belly up, neck bared, fully trusting George and at his mercy.

“Awe, love,” said George, voice full of love rather than condensation when Matty sniffled, and turned his head, pressing a kiss to George’s collarbone, right over the silvery scar from his surgery, the word “broken” tattooed into his skin just below it. 

“I hate this tattoo,” Matty said suddenly, pressing another kiss to the scar as if he could erase the flaws from the skin with his love alone. George shouldn’t have the word broken on his skin when he was anything but. Matty was the one that was broken, glued back together haphazardly, ready to topple over again at a moment's notice. George was steady, George was whole. 

“What?” George asked, leaning back on his elbows, changing the angle of Matty’s incline, causing him to grumble as he shifted his weight into a more stable position. 

“You’re not broken,” Matty said. 

“I know I’m not,” said George, not following Matty’s train of thought. “And neither are you.” 

“You’re perfect,” Matty said, breath hot against George’s scarred skin. 

He snorted and reached up to run a hand through Matty’s tangle of curls. He had been letting them grow longer again, after seeing the fan support for them on the internet. George would never admit it, but he liked Matty’s hair like this, overgrown and messy, the gray threads interwoven with the dark strands. He had hated the hair gel but knew better than to try and police Matty’s body, his fashion choices. 

“You’re not broken,” Matty said again, more weight to his voice this time as he kissed the scar. 

“Do you know what they say about broken bones?” George asked, and Matty shook his head. “When you break a bone, it heals stronger.” He paused. “Just like us.” 

[margle]

just watched the episode. thoughts I have so many thoughts here is a list of them in no order

undefined queer dennis canon!!!! my favourite type of queer rep honestly because me too dennis, me too

also I looooove how unsanitised mac's sexuality is. like yesss frank representing people who are fine with some aspects of queerness but rejects the bits they dont understand

funny that dee got the 'engage physically bit' and mac didnt. mac has had anal beads in his arse before he will kiss a man. honestly good for him

dennis is pretending to hate mac again??? this man is incapable of emotional intimacy without like 50 constructed rituals

both of them are now equally delusional with mac not getting that he was in love with dennis the whole time and dennis putting anal beads in his arse because he 'wanted soft shell crab'. sure. sure.

I hope they both implode

mac's date was so funny especially the lebron comment. dee was great as usual but a bit under-utilised maybe

dee still giving side character vibes this season which is annoying but whatever this episode was too insane for me to care too much

and we also got more lore on her attitude towards banging men. which is very. very. fucked.

I am kissing glenn for all his little expressions this ep. so mischievous

aehbfjk;sladw;ndf;owalk/mfk;wnoja'pfwdk;ld/nf

canonical macdennis penetration?!

all the roofie stuff was uncomfortable but also not really ooc. they are genuinely so tragic. none of them can see what is so violating about that.

the scene with dennis controlling frank was maybe made to imply that dennis was only controlling mac for the power trip but that doesnt make any fucking sense considering the texting, making him fall in love and HIS EXPRESSIONS. so idk why they did that. I guess to just show that dennis can still be arch? just for some cut away humour? idk im going to have to think about that. like the inclusion of frank feels purposeful

also making dennis put anal beads in his fathers arsehole was insane and disgusting and very sunny

the uncle jack stuff just wasnt funny. it is only funny when his creepiness is implied and absurd - like the hands. just straight up child abuse isnt funny. unless it wasnt meant to be funny?? I feel like his character needs to go somewhere this season otherwise his constant presence feels a bit unnecessary. honestly im hoping he dies.

charlie weakly saying 'disgusting' is just sad.

the patrick guy seemed really nice MAC WHAT ARE YOU DOING

I now understand why that reviewer called him a hopeless romantic

im still reeling

there was just so much in this episode

oh and the end sequence was really funny with frank slobbering everywhere

yeah overall this is definitely going to become a legendary episode

it airing directly after the macdennis break up podcast is really funny

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

I Didn't Know You Were Keeping Count - Part IV: Lark, continued

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Happy Friday! Please enjoy the aftermath of open mic night and Leara's continuously unraveling mental state. I do appreciate all the feedback I've recieved on this story. It's a difficult story to write: on the one hand, I'm building toward a satisfying ending where Bishop gets his comeuppance and Leara comes into her own as Dragonborn, but on the other, taking Leara through the dark valley before we get to the other side is hard. Next chapter she really does pass through the dark as she decends into Blackreach on the hunt for the Elder Scroll, with no one but Bishop for company. Certainly nothing will go wrong, right?

Thank you, @ravenmind2001, for your feedback! ✨

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@ravenmind2001 @incorrectskyrimquotes @uwuthrad @dark-brohood @owl-screeches @binaominagata @dakatmew @constantfyre @kurakumi @stormbeyondreality

Content Warnings: Attempted sexual coercion and assault

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“I was going to bring you a lovely bone,” Leara whispered, stroking Karnwyr’s ears. “But I was getting overwhelmed, and Bishop wasn’t playing nice with people. It was . . . not a good evening.” 

Karnwyr wagged his tail, lazily thumping it against her legs. Leara pressed a kiss to his soft head. Lifting his head, Karnwyr licked her chin, as if to say, “It’s okay.” This only drew a sigh from the tired Dragonborn. She resumed scratching the wolf. 

“I saw Ulfric Stormcloak,” she continued. “I haven’t seen him since that night – I can’t really count that dragon attack in Helgen, can I?” Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them on the sleeve of her nightgown, sniffing. “I was so scared, am scared, that he’ll discover who I am, what I was. What I did. That he’ll kill me.” More tears sprang up. She draped her arm over her face, chest heaving. Karnwyr whined. “He was so nice, though. He saved me from Alec’s ridiculous dinner invitation. I wanted to eat with Ulfric, I did – after what I did to him, now I want to know him, too. Isn’t that sick?”

Karnwyr laid his head across her shoulder. Leara dropped her arm from her face to wrap it around the wolf’s shoulders. “Sometimes I don’t know myself. Blade, Thalmor, Dragonborn. That’s some kind of unholy trinity. They all contradict each other horribly.” Her chest hurt. “I think I’m a monster.”

(*)(*)(*)

The door to her room opened. Air caught in her throat. 

“Get down from there, you rascal!” came Bishop’s voice.

She was thankful for the dark. She didn’t want him to see her tears.

“Down, you,” Bishop’s voice was closer. With a grunt, Karnwyr lumbered off the bed. 

At the same time, Leara sat up. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.

“You don’t wanna spend the night alone, do you?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. He reeked of mead. 

Was that too much to ask for anymore, a night alone? “Why?"

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, husky. His hand was on her knee. “You’ve seen me looking at you, and what’s more I’ve seen you stealing glances at me! I’m not going to sit here and play your games. You can’t lie to yourself, and neither can I."

What in the ever-loving name of Akatosh? “You’re delusional,” she said, drawing her leg from under his hand to fold against her chest; she wrapped her arms around her knees. “I keep looking at you because you keep talking to me.” Like an over insistent child with none of the redeeming cuteness. 

Bishop laughed. “You are funny. And despite – or perhaps because of your sharp tongue, I find you quite irresistible.”

Fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. She didn’t need a light to feel his close presence. Why was he doing this, tonight of all nights when her head and heart were already in a dizzying whirlwind? Why did he have to intrude with his own wild emotions when hers were still in turmoil? “I’m not in the mood, Bishop,” she murmured. Nor would she be, she decided. Ever.

He hummed, his hand trailing up her shin and around the hem of her nightgown, the blanket having fallen away when she drew her feet up. “I really do want to see what’s under your clothes.” He toyed with her hem. “What sweet, tempting surprises you hold. I want to rip it off you. Has anyone else ever wanted to do that to you, sweet lady?’

Anxiety and tension lined her lungs, weighing them down like lead so she couldn’t breathe. It was only by the breath of Kynareth that she was able to draw air in. It cut through her throat, flowing in a stagnant stream. Her hand shot out, gripping Bishop’s fingers on her skin in a vice grip. She dragged them away from her and the next breath came easier. “That’s none of your business,” she hissed.

He jerked his hand from hers with a growl. “All right, enough toying around! I want to claim you as my own! I want you to be mine and mine alone! If I see someone else so much as look at you wrong—"

Rage and fire consumed her, flaring through her veins. “Get out, Bishop. Now!”

“I want you—”

“What I want is for you to go sleep off this bloody stupor, because you must be roaring drunk if you’re trying to proposition me!” Leara was on her feet. Grabbing the protesting idiot by the arm, she hauled him from her room and slammed the door in his face. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, quit playing hard to get!” he cried through the barrier.

Leara wedged a chair under the doorhandle. Then she pushed her nightstand and the trunk at the end of the bed against the door for good measure. 

Bishop knocked on the door.

Leara fell back into the bed, her head pounding as new tears welled under her cinched eyelids. One after another escaped down her cheeks until she was crying, a silent stream in the dark. With a grunt, Karnwyr leapt back on the bed. He licked her tears. Hiccupping, Leara wrapped her arms around the wolf and buried her face in his fur. 

And that was how she fell asleep.

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A knock on the door woke her.

Bleary eyed, Leara lifted her head from her pillow – Karnwyr’s shoulder. Carefully, so as not to wake the slumbering wolf, she pulled her arm from under his ribs and crawled to the end of the bed. It didn’t occur to her until she was in front of the door that it could be Bishop, back for round two. What time was it, anyway?

“Hello?” she called out, wiping the sleep and tearstains from her face. 

“It’s Elda,” the tinny voice of the inn’s proprietor came through the door. “I have a letter for you.”

In a mad scramble, Leara cleared the furniture away from the door. She snatched a spare blanket from the wardrobe, wrapping it around her shoulders, before opening the door. 

Elda stared at her.  

“Good morning,” Leara greeted, leaning into the door. “You said I have a letter?”

The innkeeper held up a light vellum envelope. “Jarl’s man dropped if off not ten minutes ago,” she said, handing it over.

Leara turned it over in her hands. ‘To the Dragonborn’ was scrawled in sloping jagged letters on one side; on the other was a wax seal, deep blue and imprinted with the Bear sigil. “Did he say what it’s for?” she asked, her mind sprinting in a dozen directions: a dragon sighting or giant attack, to the Civil War, or . . . dinner. She dismissed that idea almost before it formed. This letter bore the Jarl’s seal; it must be official business. 

“No, just to make sure I got it to you myself,” Elda said. “Is it about . . . the dragons?”

“I’m sure,” Leara said, lowering the letter. Elda seemed almost disappointed, as if she’d expected Leara to open the letter and share its contents with her. Leara quirked an eyebrow at the woman.

“Breakfast is in ten minutes,” Elda said, coloring. 

“Thank you,” Leara called after her as the woman hurried down the hall. Leara snorted, closing the door. Letter in hand, she paced back toward the bed.

Karnwyr blinked a lazy eye up at her.

“He sent me a letter,” she told the wolf, absently giving his ears a good scratch before returning to the letter. Karnwyr yawned. “You’re right, I think it’s probably a bounty or something for the war or—” she slipped her finger un the lip, her nail cutting into the wax. 

The door opened and Leara whirled around, clutching the blanket tighter around her chest. 

Bishop looked like something spat out of Oblivion: his hair was tussled more than usual and his eyes bloodshot. His face was pinched into a wince. Hungover, but probably stone cold sober, too. He blinked at her, “Why are there two of you?”

“You’re hungover,” Leara said, slow and deliberate. “Do you remember anything from last night?” Because she did. All too well.

Bishop pressed a hand to his forehead, his mouth pulled down in a grimace. Not a damn thing once we left the palace. Still remember that bard’s shrieking, though.”

“That’s a shame,” Leara said, relief easing her shoulders. He didn’t remember visiting her. Thank the Nine. She gave him a sly smile, “You were so drunk when we got back here that you sang a love ballad to the barmaid. You got down on your knees to propose at one point, but passed out before you could.” 

“I – what?” He squinted at her, shaking his head in vague denial. “You’re screwing with me.”

“You make it easy, pulling stunts like that.” 

Bishop only groaned. 

Leara smothered a laugh as she went about the room, gathering her things. It wasn’t revenge if he did this to himself, was it? Jokes at his expense were, he decided. She also decided that she didn’t care. “Breakfast is in a few minutes,” she told him, her back to him as she laid her armor out on the bed. “You should get your things together. We’ll be leaving soon.”

“Taskmaster.”

He left, shutting the door behind him, and Leara pulled her nightgown over her. “He’s such an idiot,” she told Karnwyr as she pulled her leggings on.

Karnwyr woofed in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to dress. The silver placed settled into place like a second, much harder skin. Her blue silk and chiffon dress hung on the wardrobe door, a bittersweet reminder of the night before. Sighing, she took it down and wrapped it in its parcel. In minutes, her bag was packed, and the room set back to rights.

Exiting, she found Bishop leaning against the wall across from her room, his knapsack slung over one shoulder. “Can’t say I didn’t miss that armor last night.”

“I can,” Leara rolled her eyes.

·•★•·

Leara ran her fingers over the soft leather. The hood was dyed a deep cerulean only a few shades darker than her eyes, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the color. Lined with white rabbit fur, there was a dark blue cowl sewn into the neck with silver stitching. It was beautiful. And out of her price range, even after selling the dragonscales.

She set the hood back on the top tier of the display table with a pang of longing and picked up a different one from the neighboring table. This one was a dull brown, its stitching plain, and the attached cowl a thick grey. Serviceable and utilitarian. She stole another glance at the blue hood, displayed with other high-end crafted items. By the time she could afford an artisan piece like that, that hood would be long since sold.

“Are you done yet, or are you going to spend another half hour on the same two hoods?”

“No, I’m coming.” Plain hood in hand, Leara made her way to the counter, Bishop’s exasperated eye roll not lost on her. She set the hood on counter alongside the insulated under clothes and small sewing kit. “This is everything,” she told the clerk. The young Breton nodded and began tallying her total.

“What’s the thread and needle for?” Bishop asked as Leara began to count out the correct number of septims. “Are you going to darn my socks?”

“Darn them yourself,” Leara sneered as she packed her purchases into her bag. “This is in case someone rips you a new one and I have to stuff your guts back inside you and sew you together.”

Behind the counter, the clerk snorted. Bishop scowled at her, and the girl’s ears turned red. He faced Leara, who made no effort to hide the amusement on her pale golden face. “Laugh now, sweetness, but we’ll see whose getting stuffed later.”

“No one, if you miss another rabbit and we have to go hungry again,” she wagged her fingers at him, dancing around his innuendo. “Now, quit scaring the shop girl.”

Outside the shop, the air was clear and bracing, humming with the bustle of the market stalls and the ringing of hammers from the blacksmith’s quarters. As they walked, Leara pulled the hood over her head, her hair pinned in preparation of such a purchase. Fixing the cowl in place over her nose, the chill in her skin retreated.

“You look like one of those Thieves Guild rats,” Bishop said.

“Maybe, but I’m warmer than you.”

Bishop twirled a finger at the sky around them. “You think this is cold? Summer in Windhelm is nothing, ladyship. Try hunting along the Sea of Ghosts during the dead of winter. If that doesn’t freeze your blood, nothing will.” 

“I’ll take your word for it,” Leara said as they left the market and started down the main street toward the gate. 

They were passing the inn when a voice cried out Leara’s name. Or rather, title. Dragonborn.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bishop groaned.

Alec hurried across the street, clutching his plumed hat to his had as he dodged pedestrians and the occasional wagon in his mad dash to reach Leara’s side. She was thankful for the cowl, then: it hid her downturned mouth from the sycophantic bard. “Alec.”

“Good morning, my goddess! So lovely to see you again!” His eyes darted to the open gates several yards behind Leara. “Are you leaving? So soon?”

“Yes, I have a great deal of work to take care of,” she explained. “Thank you for inviting me to your performance, but I need to get back you there. Dragons to subdue, you know.”

The bard looked ready to swoon over her. “You flatter me beyond words, my lady!” He winked at her – again. He needed to see a temple healer for that. “Though I will try! If you would permit me, I would travel with you, devoting myself to writing the song of your legend! The memories we could make together would charm your heart!”

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” said Bishop. “The only thing she’ll remember of you this morning is the sight of you retreating as we leave.”

She resisted the urge to pinch her nose and smack her forehead. “Boys—"

“Think of what we could accomplish if we travelled together!” Alec cried, beseeching. “Let me join you, and your name will be sung from every rooftop in Skyrim until the end of time.”

“So, we’re playing the ignoring game now?” Bishop shouldered passed Leara and jabbed his finger at Alec’s face. “Let me tell you something, bard: only a savage wolf can truly appreciate a woman like her.”

Karnwyr whined. He was clearly just as embarrassed as Leara.

Alec tried to bat the ranger’s hand away. Failing that, he sidestepped Bishop to meet Leara’s eyes again. “So, you like wild and free men, my lady? Oh, I can show you a wild and free man right here. We could live and love together. Free.”

The only freedom Leara wanted was an escape from this measuring contest. 

“Wild? Free? Pfft!” Bishop was pure contempt. “What are you going to do if you get attacked by a dragon? Pull out your lute and bore it to sleep?”

“That’s enough, both of you,” Leara said, stepping between the two idiots. They were attracting stares. Again. If Bishop wanted to protect her from the Thalmor, as he kept claiming, then he was doing a rotten job at it! They couldn’t go anywhere without him drawing attention to them. “Let’s go,” she told him. Bishop nodded.

“Leaving so soon?” Alec laughed. His laugh lines were just as stiff as every other facial expression he tried to make. It Occurred to Leara then why that was: at some point, he’d had a face sculptor take scalpel and spell to his face and the results were anything but natural. “We’re just having some fun. We wouldn’t want the savage to get jealous now, would we, my lady?”

“Goodbye, Alec,” was all she said as she made her way toward the gate, Karnwyr at her heels. Bishop let loose a loud laugh at whatever botched facial expression Alec must have made at Leara’s abrupt dismissal. 

“We will meet again, my beautiful muse!” the bard called after her. “This will not be the last you see if Alec, Prince of Song!”

“We’ll see about that,” Bishop scoffed under his breath.

Leara only shook her head.

·•★•·

Green and gold auroras chased each other across the star-studded sky as they made their camp below a cliff face, hidden from the road. The night air was bitter, stirred by only the occasional gust, allowing Leara to light a fire with a small flame spell. The closer they travelled to the Sea of Ghosts, the worse the winds would get and the more difficult it would be to maintain a fire without shelter. She was thankful for her hood and the ear protection. There was more than one horror story of an elf who lost an ear to frostbite, and Skyrim’s biting cold was blistering enough to bring those tales to life.

On the other side of the fire, Bishop was fletching arrows. In the shadow play of the firelight, she half imagined him watching her. Every time she stole a peek to see, his eyes were focused on trimming the feathers of shaving the shaft of his arrows. Near the fire, Karnwyr was curled in a ball, faint snores blowing from his nose.

In the quiet of the boreal lights, Leara’s mind wandered back to the letter from Ulfric. Whatever its contents, she hoped they weren’t too pressing that the Jarl would be offended at her not answering while still in the city. Divines, what if they were a court summons? 

Rummaging through her bag, Leara’s heartbeat quickened. She took out her clothes and journals, but she didn’t see the letter. Soon the entire contents of her bag were strewn across her bedroll, no letter to be found. Delphine’s note from Ustengrav, a handful of bounties she carried out Balgruuf the Greater in Whiterun, her map, and some other papers, but no letter seal with blue wax and the Bear of Eastmarch. It was gone. 

“What are you doing now?” Bishop demanded as Leara frantically stacked everything to the side and pulled back the cover of her bedroll. “Don’t tell me you’ve got snow madness.”

“I can’t fin it!” 

“Can’t find what?”

“The letter!” Leara cried, searching through her belt. Disturbed from his sleep, Karnwyr looked up at her.

Bishop sighed, “You’ll have to be more specific, darling. Use you’re words. You’re normally so good with those.”

“I received a letter from the Jarl of Windhelm this morning,” she said, flipping through the journals to see if the letter was stuck between the pages. “And now I can’t find it! I haven’t read it, so I don’t know how important it was!”

“Is that it?” Bishop scoffed. He pointed his whittling knife at her. “It ever occur to you that it was a gimmick to get you into his war effort?”

“Regardless, I can’t leave a Jarl unanswered1” she snapped.

“Woah there, sweetness! I’m not the bad guy here! Don’t bite my head off!” Bishop set his fetching down. “What are you going to do, really? Go back to Windhelm, march up to his throne, and say, ‘oh, I’m sorry, sir! I got your letter, but I lost it without bothering to read it!’ Like that would go over well!”

Leara sank down on her disheveled bedroll, surrounded by all her worldly possessions. “Maybe I left it at the inn.”

“Then it’s been trashed,” Bishop said. “Look, it’s gone and there’s no way it’s coming back. Forget about it! You don’t want to get mixed up with a man like Ulfric Stormcloak.” Scowling, Bishop spit off to the side. “He’ll use you and then get you killed. Damned fool that I am, I’d try to protect you and get gutted in the process. It’d be suicide.”

Shoulders sagging, Leara didn’t respond as she repacked her bag. Bishop was probably right. Ulfric would likely be the death of her, one way or another. A pang of regret shot through her at the thought.

“I’m going to bed,” she whispered. Bishop shrugged in answer. Karnwyr snored.

Burrowing into her bedroll, familiar discomfort from her armor cradled her. Her hip pinched, but she ignored it, thoughts far away in a dungeon where she watches a young man shatter, his storm blue eyes caught in a whirl of lightning his screams like thunder bouncing off the walls. Leara slept fitfully that night. 

Miles behind on the road, the Jarl’s letter fluttered down the embankment of the White River, pushed along by a slight night wind from the place a ranger tossed it while his lady was distracted speaking with a lying cat man. The wind pushed it on to a piece of river ice, and left it balanced precariously on the edge. In the rush of the river, the ice bumped into another sheet, and the letter slipped into the water, lost in the current. 

[hermiones-amortentia]

Give me your thoughts on the following Ron ships:

HET:

•Ron x Pansy

•Ron x Daphne

•Ron x Luna

•Ron x Cho

GAY:

•Ron x Seamus

•Ron x Dean

•Ron x Neville

•Ron x Michael Corner

Just curious.

Ron/Pansy

0/10.

She is a 1D cardboard cutout who happens to be a racist(she made fun of Angelina's braids) and has zero character arc. I don't see any appeal of her character to pair her with my favourite character.

Ron/Daphne

4/10

Now if you want a Gryffindor/Slytherin ship for Ron this one is the safest option. She is a blank slate in canon so you can give her any personality you want. However she is just a name in canon. Its same as Ron/OC just using a canon name. I am not into that kind of ships. I cant connect to OCs or complete fanmade character emotionally. So personally don't like it. But it has some merits.

Ron/Luna

3/10

This one wouldnt work. Movie Luna and Book Ron? It can. But book Luna is a complete delusional weirdo who thinks Sirius is a sensational singer called stubby broadman and fudge makes goblin pies. All those rubbish. Ron wouldn't be attracted to her. Plus I think she would let him walk all over her. He can be downright rude and sarcastic and she is too meek to put him in his place. But theoretically its cute. The bullied loner and the popular funny guy who loves her.

Ron/Cho

3/10

I can see them hooking up once or twice bcz Ron does think Cho is hot in canon. Plus their passionate argument about tornadoes and canonns was cute lol. But other than that nope. Ron can't deal with so much tears. He is 10 times better at handling emotional girls than Harry but even he has limits. I also think Ron wouldn't appreciate the fact that she sided with her snitch friend Marietta.

Ron/Seamus and Ron/Dean

4/10

I see no problem why either of those two wouldn't work. Seamus and Dean are background characters and they don't have any negative part that would make those ships impossible. Personally don't like them bcz I see Ron as straight and those ships don't have my fav tropes.

Ron/Neville

3/10

Same problem as Luna. He would let Ron walk all over him. Ron can be so mean when he wants to be and Neville is too sweet to deal with his shit. Ron needs an equally argumentative, sarcastic and bold person who would take no shit from him and put him in his place. Neville should be with a wholesome sweet soft spoken Hufflepuff.

Ron/Michael

2/10

Ron doesn't like him in canon and he dated one of his siblings. That's a no no zone.

[miguenhasthoughts]

05/09

The spring wind rubs along my bare legs. The scent of flowers carried on the breeze. Sun rays trickling down on the back of my neck. The blue sky invigorates the soul. The butterflies are fluttering unable to escape my mortal chest.

This week has been really affirming. Keeping my legs shaved feels so nice. My legs are so soft and I love showing them off. I’ve been keeping my nails painted. Being encouraged to try new make up and it feels good. Waiting on my mascara to show up is less so. Never realized how feminizing mascara can be alone. Now that we ran out I feel impatient to get back to experimenting. I feel more confident being myself out in public and I have been taking in more trans media to encourage me to be more honest and open with myself. My mom has been more curious and opening to learning what I’ve been feeling me and teaching me things about womanhood that I may not have known. It’s really sweet and makes me happy where I want to cry out of joy.

Sam has been feeling dysphoric about their gender and I feel so bad for them. They have a long road ahead of them. They finally have health insurance so getting the ball rolling for them is finally a possibility. I’m happy for them and I want to do everything in my power to make them feel good. Thats always been a priority for me. I love them so much and they deserve to be happy. They are such a good person.

I have two dates this week. It was my third date with May last night and my first date with J tonight. I’m kind of tired ngl. All the driving has been giving me a lot of experience so that’s been good for me at least lol May is so sweet. Our autism seems to be on the same wavelength. She is super supportive and loves to be creative and talking about every little thing that pops in her head. She talks a lot but I like that, I love listening and she is so interesting. We had sex for the first time. I was scared ngl. She was the first cis person I’ve slept with since I started my transition. She was super supportive through it all. Since my sex drive has been so low I haven’t pleasured myself in awhile and my girldick didn’t work this time around. I’m scared it may have started to atrophy. She made sure to reassure me she didn’t mind. She got to be a selfish brat because of it which was still fun. I need to talk to my doctor about this though because I still want my dick lol

We practically napped together after the session and I’m glad we were able to share an intimate moment. It was nice to be able to connect with someone socially, intimately and sexually. I can’t help to get butterflies. She is also quick to get butterflies too. We kind of teased each other about being quick to emotions lol

J has had a lot on their table. Their cat is sick. She’s overworked and she is taking on even more than she needs to. She has a good heart. I told her if she wanted to reschedule she shouldn’t feel bad about it. She invited me over instead so that’s interesting. I’ve never went to someone’s house for a first date. So I’m a little intimidated but they’ve only shown themselves as a saint so I feel like I should not worry. Honestly I think she’s looking for more hands to help with the cats and I love cats so here’s to new experiences lol

Anyways life has been good and I think recovering has been great. As far as the ED. I am eating some but it’s still pretty low. I’m trying to stuff my face but it is hard. I’m still hiding it from my loved ones. I’m afraid May also has a form of ED. I’m catching her doing similar habits and I don’t know if it will be healthy to date them if that’s the case but we will cross that bridge I guess. I lost forty pounds and yet I still feel like a fatass. I should talk to my therapist. I’m not delusional enough to delude myself that this is healthy.

[yanderes-galore]

Can we get a Calliope + Caliborn alphabet :>

Welcome back to I am one of the only two people who write for them.

Yandere Alphabet - Calliope + Caliborn

Pairing: Attempted Matesprit❤️/Caliginous♠️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Biting, Marking, Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Toxic relationships, Isolation, Jealousy, Death/Murder, Minor swearing, Blood, Sadism, Clingy behavior, Brief stalking mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Calliope: Calliope is certainly the nicer Cherub. She sees your “relationship” like a fantasy/fairytale. She's incredibly affectionate, or at least tries to be due to how Cherubs work.

She is intense because she ends up suffocating. She seems too sweet for her own good and it overwhelms you. She shows her affection in traditional ways, wanting the bond between you to work like it does in her fanfictions. She means well… but she just doesn't seem to understand red relationships with either humans or trolls (Cherubs can only experience romance through caliginous pairs.)

Caliborn: Caliborn is the worst out of the two. He treats his obsession rougher and with more aggression/violence. He certainly brings out more caliginous feelings when it comes to you.

It's almost like he's trying to get you to hate him, even if it's not in the Cherub way. He's just naturally, for lack of a better term, an asshole. He's possessive and not as “fluffy” as Calliope when it comes to affection. He is more intense as in he focuses most of his obsession on the rougher side. He'd be more into things like marking/biting while Calliope is more into things like setting up cute dates.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Calliope: She tries not to use any violence around you, but she'll find ways to get rid of those she doesn't like.

Caliborn: Messy, extremely messy. He doesn't mind blood, he doesn't care if you see him covered in blood, he likes the feeling. He isn't going to be soft and manipulate those he hates away. He wants them gone! Dead!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Calliope: With extreme kindness. She doesn't want her obsession to fear her. She doesn't mock you and often calls you affectionate nicknames. She uses her obsession to try and experience what red love would be like… if she could properly express it-

Caliborn: The opposite to Calliope, as expected of Caliborn. He's possessive, cruel, and mean. He doesn't bother with attempting to feel red emotions for you, it's lewd. Instead… he opts to have you experience more caliginous feelings. He mocks you, drawing out your hate to taunt/tease you and to entertain himself.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Calliope: Oh, she tries not to! Although, due to her delusional behavior she may accidentally force you into something for her fantasies.

Caliborn: Yes… just, yes. He isn't as attentive to your emotions as Calliope and that's just putting it lightly.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Calliope: A lot. Calliope is actually quite vulnerable around you. She's also open about her feelings when rambling to you.

Caliborn: Not a lot. He isn't vulnerable, he isn't open about his attraction to you, it's hard to tell what he's feeling.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Calliope: Upset, disappointed, probably nearly in tears. You're meant to be perfect together, stop!

Caliborn: Excited! Oh, so now you're openly showing you hate him!? How bold of you!

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Calliope: No and she doesn't.

Caliborn: Yes and definitely!

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Calliope: There aren't many with her as she isn't the sadistic one. However, I'd say her abduction of you and her overbearing fantasies are the worst of it.

Caliborn: Contrary to Calliope, it's hard to choose when it comes to Caliborn. His whole obsession is pretty bad. I'd say whenever he is particularly violent, like murder or biting/clawing you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Calliope: She has it all written down! Every little fantasy she has about you is what she wants to do with you. She feels like she's intending to project the fanfictions she wrote about you onto you. So that's what she has in mind with you, she thinks this is how a relationship with you should work!

In reality, you're just a doll.

Caliborn: You're also a toy to Caliborn, one he intends to break and put back together, only to do it all over again. He intends to taunt and tease, making your life hard. After all… he feels you belong to him as his toy!

No one else's….

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Calliope: Yes and she tries to find ways to cope, which mostly includes clinging to you.

Caliborn: Yes and will lash out, most likely at those around you but you may also get some issues from him about it. Mostly ranting and raving about how you're his. Maybe also a tantrum.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Calliope: Affectionate, clingy, manipulative, obsessive, delusional…. Calliope acts like she's in her own little world with you. She's so obsessed with you to the point she accidentally ignores your own wants and needs. Calliope means well but she is certainly overwhelming and overbearing.

Caliborn: Cruel, mean, clingy, manipulative, possessive, ruthless…. Caliborn is a menace towards you. His motives are unclear but he has some sort of care about you. Enough care to be possessive and kidnap you, at least. He bites, taunts, overall just does everything he can to make you hate him. He likes it this way.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Calliope: She keeps it traditional. Gifts, hugs, kisses, dates, what you'd expect from a date. She's nervous at first but quickly ends up fangirling over you. She may stalk but she mostly likes to remain close. 

Right up until she finds a way to trap you as hers.

Caliborn: Once he has you in his sights he can be cruel. He's cruel to others, like Dirk, but much more cruel to you because of the obsession he has. He likes the feeling of it, he likes that he's the one triggering such intense emotions in you.

He likes your hate the most….

He does everything he can to cultivate the hate within you and makes you only feel it towards him. He wants that attention all on him. Right up until he kidnaps you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Calliope: Yes, mostly.

Caliborn: No.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Calliope: Isolation, restraints, guilt tripping. She doesn't want to hurt you!

Caliborn: Biting, marking, restraints, things along the lines of that.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Calliope: She thinks she isn't taking many, but she might be.

Caliborn: A lot.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Calliope: Moderate patience.

Caliborn: Impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Calliope: No, she'd be devastated.

Caliborn: You'd think yes, in fact he'd even say yes, yet you keep worming your way into his head. It frustrates him but he can't move on from you even when he tries.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Calliope: A little but no.

Caliborn: No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Calliope: Curiosity.

Caliborn: His nature.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Calliope: Extremely upset, she tries to comfort you.

Caliborn: Delighted! He loves those intense emotions he causes.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Calliope: Not really, less violent I suppose.

Caliborn: Yes, feeds off violence/hate instead of care.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Calliope: None, too delusional.

Caliborn: None, too possessive.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Calliope: Not intentionally!

Caliborn: Unfortunately, yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Calliope: She'll do anything for you to have you like her. She isn't really a worship yandere but would go to great lengths to try and have a bond with you.

Caliborn: Not a worship yandere but would destroy planets to have you (Fitting….).

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Calliope: Not very long. Months?

Caliborn: Not very long. Months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Calliope: Unintentionally.

Caliborn: Yes.

[the-invisible-queer]

THIS IS ME RAMBLING ABOUT JOSEPH SO I'M PUTTING A CUT AS TO NOT BE ANNOYING ON YOUR DASHES

I'm emotional rn for some reasonnnn

The logical side of my brain looks at him like he's just some guy and I've seen better looking men

But the part of my brain that communicates with my heart is the bitch steering

And idk how to explain my attraction to him

Sure part of it is having an actual physical attraction to him

When I say he is the blueprint of my type and men I'm attracted to that's not a joke

But it's so much more than that

Here's where the stupid delusional parasocial relationship comes in

I've been (more or less) keeping up with this dude for 17 years

Longer than ANYONE else

Watching interviews, listening to his music

I admit I'm in love with the IDEA of him

I don't know him personally and let's be real I probably never will

But from the persona he puts on the man makes me soft

Most of my celebrity crushes begin and end with physical attraction

But there is something about Joe and Paul that I've never been able to explain or even understand

And I purposefully stayed away from Joe BECAUSE I knew that the deep love I had for him when I was a tween never died as much as I tried to claim it did

He meant so much to me back then

He means a lot to me now

For the past 4 years since I downloaded TikTok I was on a corner of Jonas Brothers TikTok

And I was on a slippery slope of falling back into the obsession which I fought against but this past August I gave up because my mental health was declining and I needed a metaphorical life raft because Paul's music wasn't bringing me the comfort it used to

So I figured if the Jonas Brothers could save 12yr old depressed suicidal me why can't they save 26yr old depressed suicidal me

And they did

The Jonas Brothers have always been one of my favorite bands both because of nostalgia but also I genuinely do love their music

With the way my brain works in two months I could look back on this post and laugh at how mentally ill I am about Joe

Or maybe he really has replaced Paul as the parasocial love of my life and I'll be like this for the next decade at least

Who fucking knows?

What I do know is I am so grateful for this guy and his brothers

And while sometimes this fixation annoys the shit out of me and I wish I could think about and listen to anything else I am glad it happened again

I've gotten new writing inspiration

I'm making edits again

I have a strive to get my life together and to get better mentally

Hell, I even picked up trying to learn Spanish again

My relationship with my own brothers is the strongest it's EVER been

And that's because of all three of them but more specifically Joe

Because let's be honest I'd have never become a JB fan in the first place if I didn't think they're 17yr old tambourine player was cute and could sing nice

I can write a whole essay on the power Joe's voice has on me but that's for another day

[pieroulette]

a text that I will never send to you

🥀genre: ldr, first love, angst, angst here and there, angst everywhere, texting blah blah,

🥀word count: 847

📻bgm: Accel World - Bye Bye

🖋️a/n: just wanna show this version of route 1.. kinda inspired by youtuber dottovu (a va) this is what route 1 was supposed to be if it wasn't a yandere genre, a whole angsty book to break your heart, yes. No happy ending, folks. Also your gonna break ur heart more if u read this w the bgm.

You took your phone, gathering the courage. Pressing your old chats with him, your fingers making its way on the keyboard. Releasing all your emotions as you typed everything you've always wanted to say.

—

you are typing. . .

Hey, it’s been a long time.

It has been 5 months, wasn’t it?

I really don’t know what should I ask to be honest. . .

Since I really suck at starting a conversation now,

Now that I think about it, I was wondering how did you even last for many months with me?

With all my petty acts, the way I’m so boring sometimes, and even when I give you a silent treatment,

You were always there trying to talk to me

But I’m so immature, wasn’t I?

I’m not the best with words and certainly not the best with these type of relationship

Considering that you were my first love

How funny, wasn’t it?

I don’t know if I can even call you my first love

I don’t even know if I can call this true feelings

When I only see you through the pictures you sent me

When I only feel your warmth through the voices messages you sent me

When I only feel happiness whenever I see your texts

When i haven’t even touch you or feel how warm your hand is

Or at least, stroke your cheeks with my finger

Or at least, touch your hair and feel how soft it is

It was only through this phone that I was able to communicate with you

To be honest, I never really think much about it

Because I knew someday we would eventually meet

Hang out together, have fun together, and be happy together

When you show me the pics of you cooking food

It makes me smile, it makes me excited that I want to eat it

That I would eventually have the chance to eat the food you make someday

And the fact that you’re going to make them for me

But I think it’s not going to happen now.

Seeing you brings smile to my face

But I guess, someone is making you smile now.

But it’s okay!

As long as you’re happy then I’m happy

Ah.. I really hope i’m not troubling you by saying all of this..

But can I see your face again?

I just really want to see you and how you look like again

That even no matter how I tried to remember how you look

Just like the floating clouds in the sky, it eventually fades slowly and slowly

Till I have to check my gallery that no longer have your pictures

That I deleted out of anger

And now I regret it.

Are you actually happy there?

Are you eating well?

Are you having fun with your friends?

And also with her?

I really hope you're doing well

Don't always get sick,

And I hope you're doing good at school

And even when you're not, don't stress yourself about it

You're always doing well no matter what happen

And I believe in that, because I believe in you

I also hope that your puppy will always be healthy, and always bring him outside.. along with her.

I'm always hoping that you're having a better, happy and wonderful life somewhere out there, and it will always be one of my wishes for you.

But you know, my heart aches.

That one of our dreams never came true

I thought it would, however…

You changed, the way you talk to me changed.

It doesn't feel the same anymore, and I already knew it changed that moment but I just want to stay a bit longer, a little bit more..

Hoping that the you before would come back again

But how delusional am I?

That someone had caught your heart

Even though we never met in real life,

I still can sense it behind that screen.

But it's okay!

I hope you're happy with her

Making food for her,

Hanging out with her,

Sharing your secrets with her ..

And loving her.

Everything you've promised to me before,

It's okay if you can't do it for me.

But I hope you would do it for her,

Don't make her cry, okay?

Make her happy.

Be happy together, okay?

And I'll be happy for you both..

But you know,

I still miss you,

And I still love you,

Even when you told me first,

"I love you."

And then you end it with,

"It's not true love."

—

With a heavy heart as your finger were just a few inches away to press 'send'.

To send that text to the boy you never met but the only one you've ever love. You will never know if this was true love, but one thing's for sure, you've loved him and you've wish nothing but his happiness even when his heart already belongs to someone.

Deleting the message, you weeped on the comfort of your couch as the TV screen shines on your face, tears flowing down to your cheeks.