#i cant explain how much i love her i was so excited when i got her i was squealing and stuff eeeeeee :3

[grotavor]

drew the lps g7 lps poodle, so happy i finally got her :3

[ID: a watercolor portrait of an anthropomorphic version of the g7 littlest pet shop poodle with the littlest pet shop toy on the bottom right, she has purple curly hair tied into two pigtails with blue bows, she has pink skin and is wearing a purple dress. End ID]

[writingstoraes]

total swiftie 🎶

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: this was requested but somehow i cant find it in my inbox :(( anyway i hope u like this, anon! happy the eras tour 🤍 sorry this took so long lol

about: it's your life mission to convert charles into a total swiftie.

yourusername

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yourusername i once believed love would be burning red — but it's golden, like daylight 🌅

appreciation post for the personification of the lover album, songs and the entire english vocabulary are not enough to express how much i adore u 🤍

(ps. pls join me in being a swiftie baby)

tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc As much as I want to, I just can't grasp the folklore love triangle, amoúr

f1swift LMAO NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE??? Y/N SO REAL FOR THIS

lecsmidnight absolutely right queen charles is such a lover album

sainzz55 more like 1989???

pierregasly I caught Charles today watching the Bejeweled music video if it helps 😅

charles_leclerc MATE

yourusername awwww baby :((

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Spontaneous adventure around the city at night + my passenger princess ❤️ (She races me for the AUX and blasts Taylor songs the whole ride in her efforts to convert me into a swiftie)

tagged: yourusername

yourusername anddd how am i doing so far?

charles_leclerc Getting close 😘

leclercs13 y/n converting charles into a swiftie is just so real of her

carlossainz55 Just be a swiftie Charles, Midnights is so good 😁

yourusername SEE YOU GET IT CARLOS

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc How I masterminded my way into catching my girlfriend by surprise with the fact that I actually am a Swiftie:

1. Adore how passionate she becomes when talking about her favorite artist

2. Let her rant about album theories, which "Taylor's version" we get next, and finally listen properly when she explains the folklore love triangle

3. Learn Taylor Swift's entire discography, from debut until now

4. Pester the whole grid in helping me get The Eras front row tour tickets

5. Surprise her with the concert tickets and just watch her have the time of her life (surprised that I know the lyrics to the songs)

6. Just when she thinks the night ends at the concert, take her to a magnificent dinner and propose using a "Paper Rings" reference.

isahernaez Oh my god the big surprise is finally here! Congratulations, you two 🥂

lecs13 WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE LAST STEP IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

sainzzhero charles proposing what the actual FUCK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

danielricciardo ...I am so honored to be the one who got the tickets (me and my fast typing skills)

landonorris You only got those cause my computer lagged 😒

carlossainz55 You two arguing I was literally the first one on the website

yourusername

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yourusername i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, charles_leclerc 💍

except you actually got me a real ring, but i would have said yes as long as it's you. je tàime, my love 🤍

charles_leclerc Excited to spend the rest of my life screaming Taylor Swift songs in the car with you, baby 😚

c2legends such goals im going to cry

charles1655 GOD ME WHEN

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles 🥂 Swiftie Charles is a refreshing new side of him hahaha

carlossainz55 Best wishes, you two! Please remember: I was the first on the ticket website. Don't believe whatever Daniel says 😁

arthur_leclerc Welcome to the family, Y/N! I also want tour tickets 🙏

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: this took some time to make lol ANYWAYYYY thank you so much for reading and lmk what u guys think! 🤍 tumblr is giving me a hard time right now apparently the formatting is weird in ios devices 🥹 like the bold texts are all off n shit and it wont let me fix it 😭

[patroxlos]

in another ask u said that reader feeds into his insecurities and worsens his abandonment issues could u explain it more? also loved how we got to know reader more in the last chapter it helps build character and made me think abt how much deep the reveal is gonna be (angst coming? 👀). tnks for the food💕

the angst will be coming! and they will be miscommunicating so much more than they are right now! im excited because ch8 is significant to establish the reader's motive >:) but to answer your question...

SUMMARY:

all will be revealed as the story progresses >:) i was intentionally vague in that ask because it hasnt been revealed in the story yet what caused you two to fall nearly out years ago, but that said im a yapper HAHAHA

your role as his childhood friend is significant bc u are tied to his past in japan, a place and culture he has very conflicting feelings about

he thinks you don't need him in your life esp because you're so confusing and indecisive about what you want from him

you both were very toxic for eo during your situationship.

If you want to see me yap about Kenji's abandonment and attachment issues, keep reading.

There is narrative purpose as to why I figured a childhood friend would fit in well with Ultraman: Rising's plot in itself

the movie is very family-centric, and a lot of how kenji achieves peace with himself in the film is by reconnecting with the past, be it his family or the culture he left behind

while i figured that it would be fun to write a reluctant team-up to lovers, bc ill be able to play around w kenji's personality pre-Emi, i also didnt see the place of a romance forming while he's struggling being a single mom

but i also wanted the story to take place during the movie's run bc i wanted to include Emi since she plays a big part in us learning who Ken is, so writing a fic that starts after the film didnt feel in the cards for me

since kenji grows as a person by the end of the film through making peace with his conflicting identities and his tumultuous past, i thought having a childhood best friend would make sense since i dont think he has the space to introduce anyone new in his life

bc reader is a childhood friend who he is meant to be close to, i cant write kenji interacting with reader the same way he is at the start of the film because there is a familiarity that breaks down his walls— which caused me to have a dilemma about how to characterize him

it also made me a bit sad that i cant write full-on ken sato the "egomaniac" bc i think thatll be fun since he's such a boyfailure

but that means that we see a softer ken when he interacts with reader, someone who is a bit more vulnerable with showing that he strives for further connections in his life even if he wants to look like he can do it all by himself

Kenji feels alone and disconnected from everyone, including you

it's also clear to the audience that kenji doesnt have any friends, and anyone he's friendly with is probably friends with him on a surface level. Ami states in their first interview that he is known as someone who keeps others at a distance, and who is untouchable

the team behind Ultraman: Rising did state that there is a deleted scene where he is clubbing, which is meant to show that he feels alone even in a sea of bodies. and his dad in the movie isnt surprised that he is throwing parties at his house, so it just clues us in that he probably lived life with very shallow connections and has filled his time with materialistic pursuits (e.g. his car collection...what he need a mclaren for)

i decided to make the reader someone from the 1% for two reasons: first being so that i can explain why her and kenji meet up over the years (i see a lot of friends who migrated to north america only once a year and we're still close!), and second, because i wanted you to be on the same playing field if not higher playing field than him.

Ken puts up the front that he doesn't need anyone else, but he is insecure about how he thinks you don't need him.

bc u have ur own things going on!! u have ur own friends

what makes it worse is that u genuinely think that kenji is the same. u think that since he's very successful, he would have his own thing

i havent touched up on it much yet, but it's very evident to kenji that you will readily pick yourself over him, which isn't a bad thing but it reminds him when his dad picked Ultraman over keeping his family together

ken feels like he can never be anyone's first choice or priority, and your situationship messes this up further

I haven't touched much on what happened between them yet in the story because it's building up to it, but

it soon feels for ken that youre only seeking him out on convenience. that he doesnt matter to you beyond what his body can do for you

bc spoiler: you are the villain in the situationship! you're the one who insists that everything is casual yet you keep the line blurry

^ karma is gonna get to u soon in the main storyline ure gonna be dry heaving when u realize u actually do want something with him

your constant back and forth with him will be revealed in the flashbacks... you not wanting more than a casual relationship yet youre talking abt what it would be like if you two got married???

Spoiler but during the situationship years, you're also the first one to say "I Love You" ROMANTICALLY yet youll later on backtrack and say that you didnt mean it in that way

can you blame him for getting confused and insecure about where you stand and whether or not he actually matters to anyone.

it doesnt help that his presence in your life is actively harming your reputation and career.

in ch8, it's briefly mentioned that ur media hate train is caused by ppl who are paying for bad press abt u starting from when you were 18. if you remember ch3-4, kenji freaks out abt a new article abt u two, and ch6 he was conscious of what others were saying.

one thing i want to elaborate in a separate post is that ken is AVOIDANT ATTACHMENT and reader is written to have DISORGANIZED ATTACHMENT.

Even if Kenji is avoidant due to his trauma of abandonment (e.g. self-reliant, avoids social connections), he can't help but yearn to be with you

so it's so confusing to him bc with everyone else, he would want to leave first. and he's close to leaving you so many times

yet you keep making these promises, saying sweet things about how much you need him, that he cant help but get roped into it a bit

When he is younger, he's fully aware that it is not a healthy mindset, but even if you're just using him at least it means that he still gets to be in your life. It makes him feel needed.

in the present timeline, sometimes those thoughts definitely cross his mind but at present he is focusing on maintaining the boundary you guys set about strictly being friends

So far I hope you caught in the story [as of ch8] from the subtext or dialogue that

in the present timeline, you are both 26 years old

the situationship started when you were 16 and lasted until you were 23

bc ure both high profile starting when you were 18, and u both publicly seem a lot closer than what ure claiming to be, it is well-documented that you two kind of go back and forth with each other (think justin and selena/shawn mendes and camila cabello)

(a new photo recently surfaced of shawn and camila together at Copa América and ppl were kind of confused as to whether or not they got back together again after breaking up for like the fourth time and i was like omg... home base core...)

when you both were 23, three years ago, you two had a really bad falling out caused by your previous situationship

it caused you officially end it for good, and while you maintained your friendship for those three years you weren't able to properly see each other face to face (partly. bc covid is canon in the fic HAHAHA but i havent talked abt it)

yall dont know how to act around eo anymore like why a little eye contact making u nervous .... yall had ur privates in eo's mouths (kenji munch next chapter soon promise hihi)...

since it is revealed that a large part of the hate train against you is paid for by people who want you out of power, kenji as much as possible wants to avoid being seen as more than friends with you atm bc he's worried it will derail your career

SORRY if it felt like I didn't say anything at all since I don't want to reveal too much at this stage lmao but I can do my best to elaborate on any points of interest!

[darkniters]

omg i loved the girl dad schlatt short you wrote,

could you do more, maybe of them two and reader, appearing on stream?

Thank you, it’s ok if you don’t want to!

jschlatt whos a girl dad

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“boys, we got a crazy stream lined up for you all today.” schlatt grinned at the camera, leaning back in his chair as he looks towards his right.

off of the side of the camera, is you! sitting with your young daughter in your lap. she’s old enough to be speaking, but in this situation that isnt really the best thing.

she can run her mind a lot, yappin about whatever comes into head and just saying anything and everything all at once. i mean, its a GREAT sign, your kids healthy, but johns bright idea of bringing her on stream to play city skylines with him isn’t something that is sitting right with you.

“may i introduce you all, to the specialist guests of all time…” he reaches his arms over, and she jumps into them. he then lifts her up and over, and onto his lap with great ease. “you boys remember small men dont you?”

a codename came up by schlatt to keep her identity fully concealed. she’s also sporting a pair of sunglasses and a mask, which he ripped directly from ranboo with absolutely no shame.

“SMALL MEN?” she whips her head around to stare at her father, shes so much smaller than him that he’s had to lower the camera, the top of his head cut off. “i thought i was UTKA?” she sounds offended.

schlatt stares down at her, his hand holding her back in place as the other rests on the table, as he lets out a hearty chuckle, “these losers wont be calling you utka, sweetheart. thats what we call you!” he explains. you can see through the side of the sunglasses that her eyes are shining up at her dad.

“speaking of ‘we’ as the collective,” he looks over at you, a giddy smile again finds it way on his face. you roll your eyes, before rolling your chair into frame as well.

you make an explosion noise from your mouth, making small men giggle loudly. schlatt pulls your chair as close as possible, before he rests his hand on your arm rest, making sure you dont move out of frame.

“family reunion, baby! like a big ram family right infront of ya.” he cheers, small men starts frantically waving at the screen.

“small men wave up at the camera up there, they cant see you when you wave to the screen!” you tell her, her heads moving around as if its a chickens, quickly jutting around in every direction like she’s never been in the room before.

she finds the camera and leans forward, waving frantically and crazily, and schlatt starts waving too, copying her to the best of his ability. you let out a much more relaxed wave, just lifting your hand and moving your fingers.

“alright, small men. you ready to make a city?” schlatt gently grabs her hand and brings it to the mouse. she grabs ahold of it, her hand looking pathetic compared to the size of it.

“daddy im gonna make… the BEST city. in the whole. ENTIRE world.” she beams, excitement taking over her to become a character.

he has chat and view number invisible, meaning whatever chat is saying, none of you will see. overall being a good thing for your anxieties, you dont want to know what everyone is saying.

after an entire explosion and the new monument “BIG MAONTIN” in the city “the hOuse,” you leave the room briefly.

you notice how quiet the house is outside the room, it feels almost alien to have a house so quiet. but you know that your daughter, and your lover are going to have a memory to cherish forever. and that means so much more to you than anything else you could be doing right now.

[hydroj1ns]

onsen with mitsuri

cw: gn reader with cock, breeding, she picks up soap, uhh boobs, mentions of pregnancy but like twice, aftercare, cringe dialogue, NOT PROOFREAD (o god)

After an exhausting day working for the demon slayer corps, you were excited to finally retire for the night, but not before a nice, long soak in the hot springs.

What you didn’t expect was someone already in the water. You thought you’d be alone; after all, no one was normally awake during these hours. Uncaring and worn out, you stepped past the fence and into the warm water. The heat of it immediately relaxed your tired muscles, and you tilted your head back onto the stone behind you, closing your eyes.

That was until you were interrupted. “Oh! Hello! Are you also a demon slayer?” Opening your eyes, you were met with the love pillar of all people, with her signature pink and green braids just covering the peachy pink centers of her full breasts. Trying to maintain contact with her, you replied, “Y-yeah… long day, you know…”

“Ah! Same here!” she exclaimed cheerfully. How someone like this was a hashira, you hadn’t a clue. But how she could keep a good posture with those heavy jugs of hers was a more important question. The curve and shape of them was perfect, you doubt you had seen better ones before. Not only that, but her slender body and milky skin was begging to be touched.

Your gaze followed her body as she exited the hot spring. God, even her ass was perfect, round and voluptuous. She took a stool on the side and began scrubbing herself. That was until her bar of soap happened to slip out of her hand. Hurriedly, she got up to chase it, the fat of her behind recoiling with every stride. When it finally stopped sliding, she bent over to pick it up, displaying her juicy pussy from behind. Eyes widening at the erotic view of her pink folds, you felt yourself get aroused in the water.

As the hashira turned to walk back to her stool, you whipped your head away the sight, feigning ignorance.

“Ah.. excuse me! Do you think you could help me scrub my back? I cant quite seem to reach some spots.”

After muttering something about taking orders from a hashira, you crouched behind her sitting form, rubbing the bar of soap all over the expanse of her back, which was noticeably hard and toned. Surprising you, she suddenly stood up so that you were face to face with that glorious ass. Turning around so that you were now face to face with the lips of her cunt, she explained, “My arms are a bit sore right now, do you think you could also help me clean down there? I cant quite reach it.” She asked politely.

Of course, who were you to say no? You directed her to sit back on the stool and spread her legs around you. You first took your sudded hand to massage the inside of her thighs, drawing suppressed little moans from her. You moved onto her outer lips; your fingers were in a v-shape, rubbing up and down her lips teasingly. Then, using two fingers to spread her puffy folds, you were greeted by her tight hole. Using your other two fingers, you shoved them inside, stirring slowly and sensually. You watched as she arched her back and threw her head back, finally letting out loud moans. Her thick braids fell to the side of her large breasts, revealing the blushy pink nipples, which were hardened from the chilly night air. This only encouraged you to continue, so you started scissoring your fingers inside of her.

“Miss Mitsuri, I believe I can clean you deeper inside, if you would allow me.”

“P-please… I-ah! want to get clean…”

With her consent, you shoved your cock down to the hilt inside her convulsing cunt. Her warm walls felt so good spasming around you, so much so that you could cum right there, inside of her.

“Your cute little pussy is squeezing me so hard, what does it really want?” you asked teasingly.

She could only stutter, “G-give me your cum. Cum in my womb!”

“Dropping the act now? Wouldn’t that be the opposite of cleaning you inside?” You smirked. After all, this would most likely be your final and only chance to fuck a pillar.

“Give me your babies! I don’t care who you are! I’ve been celibate for months because of my duties! Give me anything!” She exclaimed passionately.

As per her request, you thrusted deep into her, and with every pull out and back in, she cried ecstatically, until she finally came, forming a white ring around the base of your cock. However, you kept abusing her throbbing pussy. While groping at her tits like your life depended on it, you could feel the head of your cock breach something inside of her.

“P-put it in my womb! Make me carry your child!”

Smirking, you wondered, “How heavily will these tits get once a make you round with my kids? They’re already quite heavy, are you sure you aren’t already pregnant? Am I fucking a pregnant woman?”

“I-I don’t kn-know!” She shouted, clearly drunk on your cock. You took the liberty to release inside her now-abused womb, filling the cavern inside of her with your white essence. Giving her nipples a few final pinches, you pulled out of her. She quickly used her well manicured fingers to stop to the cum dribbling out of her, desperate to keep every drop inside of her. God, she looked amazing, with her perky breasts shiny with sweat, pussy red after your fucking, and milky thighs shaking from it all.

While cleaning her, for real this time, you wondered how often the love pillar got fucked like this. It made sense when you really think about it, since her whole theme was love and lust. Also, why else was she the only one with a breast window anyway? And that short skirt? Her asscheeks practically hung out of those. Was her outfit really corps-approved?

Depositing her slumbering form at her inn-room, you thanked her before leaving, even though she probably couldn’t hear you. This was probably the last time you would see her, as you were just some low-rank, practically fodder for most demons.

You took your leave, trudging down the dirt path in search of your next assignment.

[stevie-petey]

Hi! I know it's pretty late to be asking this but I got a random blurb idea at three in the morning so I thought I'd send it in before I forgot it. It's for season one, episode 5/6.

After Steve finds Jonathan and Nancy in her bed and tells bug she deserves better he drives off with Tommy and Carol. Basically his POV that whole car ride. He's grieving, in disbelief and heartbreak. He's angry and sad, not only for himself but for bug. Tommy and Carol are only riling him up at this point. Remember how Tommy or Carol said something like " wow Steve you're right she really is pathetic to still stay with him" maybe we see the convo where that came from. I feel like he was excited to be around who he thought were Nancy's friends outside of barb, and it all came crashing down.

Again this is really random and super late but I was just thinking about season one Steve and this scenario popped into my head. For being such a little shit Steve really is handsome.

i loooove this idea omg yes ! n never apologize for sending blurbs i love doin em

enjoy <3

"did henderson really defend that creep?" carol practically throws herself over the drivers seat in disbelief of what steve has just said.

"she did." steve tightens his hands around the steering wheel. his mind is reeling. hes hurt, hes so fucking hurt, and hes angry. for you, for what nancy has done to him, for what jonathan has done to you. for years youve been his little pet, always doting on the boy, and he still has the fucking nerve to hurt you like this. "shes pathetic."

the words burn steves tongue. he regrets them immediately.

tommy snorts. "i mean, yeah. shes hot, but at least have some self respect, ya know?"

the boys words only cause steve to tighten his grip on the steering wheel harder. youre not pathetic; youre selfless. youre so fucking selfless and always see the good in people. it infuriates steve. youre everything and more, and hes seen people abuse this rare kindness for years. make fun of you for it, mock you as if the kindness you bring isnt a breath of fresh air for everyone.

he hears a yelp next to him and steve knows that carol has slapped tommy for calling another girl hot in front of her.

"i just dont get it," steve sighs out. theres so much he wants to ask, to say and plead and demand. he cant get the betrayal in your eyes out of his head. youd looked devasted when hed told you what he saw at nancys. how jonathan had been wrapped around her.

and yet even as the hurt crossed upon your face, you still managed to swallow down the hurt and see the good in people.

in the people who didnt fucking deserve it.

"fuck if i know, man." tommy rubs at his arm and glares at carol.

she simply rolls her eyes at him and goes back to picking at her nails. "why do we assume she even knows how to do anything other than put on that angelic act bullshit?"

"what, like she doesnt know how to be mean?" tommy asks, furrowing his brows.

steve stares straight ahead. "all shes ever been is kind."

"exactly," carol throws herself against the drivers seat again. "whos to say its real? not some creepy act? better yet: how do we know shes not, like, fucked up in the head?"

youre not. steve has seen your intelligence. youre the top of your class and hes had to shamefully ask you for help with english homework.

tommy frowns again. "wait, i thought she was smart."

"god, youre dumb." carol shakes her head. "what i mean is, what if she physically incapable of being mean. like, some chemical imbalance in her brain."

"could explain her freakish devotion to byers." tommy says.

steves grip tightens once more hearing the boys name. jonathan byers. resident creep who somehow has captured the heart of hawkins sweetheart. the same boy who has now cheated on her with steves girlfriend.

he will never understand this.

nancy has hurt him, shes abandoned him like everyone else has, and he knows that somehow its his fault.

but you? you dont deserve any of this.

what carol has said makes sense. maybe you really dont know how to be mean. if youre physically incapable of it, then steve decides that he has to do something about it.

if you need to be mean, then he'll be mean for you.

[jamieenthusiast]

1K UJM DTIYS WINNERS :D

So sorry these took stupid long to announce/g

As I name the top three winners- CHECK THEM OUT!! And to the winners I will DM you for ur free com :)

TY TO EVERYONE WHO JOINED

onto the winners :D!🧵↓

1st place: @mental7anguish

I fucking love, the designs of the drones, the way their hair gets colored/textured, the details like the rotting walls, tHE FANGS, THE FOG AND NOTEPAD FOR J AND N'S SPEECH THINGS GAH. I could stare at this piece for hours ong

2nd place: @Jester_cheese <- on twitter

I am so fucking obsessed with the expressions/body language. The colors and lineart feel so solid yet stylized- Its like a cartoon!! and I fucking love it (oozer looks so goofy i love her help /pos, she got that "why i outta" energy/silly)

3rd place: @mrrobokitty <- on twitter

I love how stylized your art is :') I cant explain it but its giving hard candy/pos I love Vs glasses so much they look like goggles she is a NERD!! The 2 things i CANNOT stop staring at when I see this piece is Vs hair and Ns expression EGEGRE I LOVE IT

Honorary Mentions: @_KimyMocha_ (<- on twitter) @wolfplushlz + @C0FF1NZZ (<- on twitter) @m3ll0m0chi + @kkolg

very sorry you dont win anything ;; But I really loved your entries and wanted to show/shoutout anyway!!

Thank you to everyone who participated again :') Im very happy to be back and posting and creating sillies for you all, that 1k Q+A video is coming soon and lots of other shit i am so excited you have no idea.

TILL THEN- GO LOOK AT /SUPPORT ALL THE ARTISTS

BYEEE

[tiktaalic]

tortured poets review. by song

fortnight: fine. sounds like a song. one of the lana drag ones. the actual lyrical content is nothing special. i would not have made this track one. 6/10

tortured poets department: kind of exactly what you would expect from a taylor swift album called tortured poets department. it's silly. it's got references. it makes you go. girl? already less distinct musically. 3/10

my boy only breaks his favorite toys: the consequence of doing lana drag is that you listen to songs and go this would be a lot better if lana got her chords on it. fundamentally not a song that i can enjoy from taylor allison swift. a song i would respect in lana of video games fame catalogue once she strips it down. not like head turningly strange like tpd just plain and simple middle of the road. 4/10

down bad: this one is unlistenable for me. cant explain why. probably the chorus of down bad. i think it's tooooooo silly too silly by far when taylor swift does how do you do fellow teens vocabulary. 2/10

so long london: i can see the place that this takes on my spotify wrapped. lyrics are fine. good even. this + backing + doing something even the littlest bit different from soft monotone talk singing makes it one of the most memorable on this album by miles. probably not near the top of most memorable in her hundreds deep bench though. can't think of anything to dock it for but it's no belter. 8/10.

but daddy i love him: yeah okay. i love when she does a silly one. i think the instrumentals are nice. i'm having his baby. no i'm not! but you should see your face. easily i would listen to an album that was full of songs to this theme / musicality. points docked because i dont think she knows it's as silly as it is. 7/10.

fresh out the slammer: bored. i just looked at the lyrics and they're passable but they're performed in the most boring possible manner. stupidest name imaginable. i actually might bump it a point or two if the name was different. 4/10

florida: makes me go yaaaaaay florence every time i hear it. taylor's part halsey 2014 core. could have been worse! if i was in charge of cutting tracks i would keep this one. 6/10

guilty as sin: started it went oh i'm docking this one for boring. read the first quarter of lyrics and went oh this is fine? got to second half and went oh i don't care for this. can imagine a world where it's a better song with different backing and emphasis. 5/10

whose afraid of little old me: i dont think it's good necessarily but i love every song where shes like im craaaazy im insane. i think for the concept it's going for it could have been put together differently. 6/10

i can fix him: i like the way it sounds. but could use more oomph. it's so nice to hear guitars though. don't care for the subject matter. 5/10

loml: snooze. boring lyrics. boring performance. 4/10

i can do it with a broken heart: BAFFLING. easily the me / karma of the album. the tonal mismatch is the point but . well. it is what it is. i would like this more if it WAS a barbie soundtrack release i think. then it would have an extra layer of silly. i think this might make my wrapped. unfortunately. 5/10.

smallest man who ever lived: who gives a shit about matty healy. 4/10

the alchemy: head in my hands. head in my hands. football song. it's so over. and we are never going to be so back. 3/10

clara bow: i like the intro. i can't see myself ever doing more than half humming this. lyrics are whatever. fine, passable. 6/10

the black dog: yeah it's fine. no complaints. guitar 👍. 6/10

getyouback: why would you EVER tee yourself up perfectly to be compared to a better song. 3/10

albatross: oh i liked this one on first listen. 7/10.

chloe sam sophia marcus: outing song ‼️‼️‼️divorce music‼️‼️‼️. nothing too exciting or groundbreaking musically. 5.5?

how did it end: um. it gets points for being #real but not much else. 5/10.

so high school: i think i would like it if it was even a TOUCH less heterosexual. i would cut 3 lines that would turn it into a 6. i can see this song in someone else's hands dominating the radio and me loving that. in taylor's hands i'm giving it a 5/10.

i hate it here: not interesting. next. 4/10

thank you aimee: out of respect for taylor swift's struggles i will withhold comment and rating. -_-

look in people's windows: lyrics aren't bad but it's another one that's not really. doing anything. 4/10

the prophecy: yeah i'll give this one a 7/10. i would have one (1) greige complaint if this was on folkevermore but that's pretty damn solid.

cassandra: passing it and moving on. that's as much as it deserves. 5/10

peter: lyrics get a thumbs up. another 5.5? i could be talked into a six.

the bolter: yes girl commitment issues. 6/10. actually. 7/10.

robin: jesus god this album is too long. i have listened to too much taylor swift tpd to give this any kind of rating.

the manuscript: 5/10. like if woulda coulda shoulda had no beat

thank you for sharing this journey. with me and also taylor swift

[yourstrulyray]

s4 beginning prediction + hetty power because im going insane :3c (warning it's very yapful)

nigel temporarily goes back to the shed because hes still not over the wedding (isaac lied about the "he understands" thing to make him not look like a total failure in front of the other ghosts) and sorta just. mopes. theres a possibility jenkins would be involved but idk 🤷‍♂️

thor and flower's wedding wouldve probably been being prepared... only if, isaac were there. he'd been gone for a while, which brought concern among the ghosts, they thought he mightve went to properly apologize to nigel but its been over half a day so everyone thinks he went missing. one of them visits the shed to see if isaac was there (lets use pete as a placeholder because hdjsnf im too lazy to type). nigel explains that isaac never went to the shed, or knew where he was, or cares, which confuses pete because isaac told them he reacted fine. then boom miscommunication-while-the-other-is-absent situation, blalala pete continues by saying isaac has been suspiciously gone for a little over 12 hours already, which then does concern nigel (finally)

thor is super stoked for the wedding but flower says she doesnt want to wed until they find isaac. this sort of irritates thor because he wants to get married as soon as possible, just to prove how loyal he is and how much he loves flower, but she puts friends first. thor and flower go on a minor respite (haha get nisaac'd) because of this

its almost the end of the day but they still cant find isaac. one of the ghosts suggests he got sucked off, but that's just too much to handle (especially for nigel), so sasappis suggests that maybe the puritan ghost isaac let go of that one time kidnapped him for revenge. also diabolical, because she probably got sucked off. buuut that doesnt mean she did, riiight??

so

yeah. they decided on that. but there's NO way in heaven nor hell are any of them gonna walk through dirt. this is where my prediction for hetty's ghost power will come in: echolocation. you know how telephones were used to, well, talk to people from far away? and also phones from her time ring loudly? well I think that when she expresses a very strong emotion or uses enough strength like thor, it triggers a ringing sound and gives off a "feeling" of someone's prescence/where a person is. im thinking maybe she could use this power to find isaac through the dirt, but honestly she might end up finding patience instead. theres a chance. but oh well !!!!

also another minor/side quest thing, im hoping hetty brings nigel along with finding isaac. given their previous beef in s2, i think they'll have a mini arc where they both just accept the fact that isaac loves them both equally, and no one is more important to him than the other, allat stuff. also putting each other to risk because, well, theyre in the dirt they cant see shit. hoping that during their traverse under the ground they'll both learn to value each other ,,,,,okay thats just cheesy

now i have no idea what will happen when they find isaac. but its exciting to think of it‼️‼️

[aannonn]

★ ─。colorful text , strong colors , bold text , brief mention of suicide , implied/referenced grief , swearing

okay i know we are all excited about the actual short that just came out but let me ramble a bit about Red cause im getting emotional about this stick ... ( before my motivation to type all of this ends and i dont feel emotional anymore lol )

Red in season 3 went through so much istg ;; not only did he and Sec went through a very tense (and needed) fight which almost caused the end of their friendship (+ Sec was clearly in the winning side here, or Red was just really terrified of her at that moment given to how he tried to run away from her - of which i will probably talk about it in a later post maybe), but he was also really fucking tormented in monster school (i felt so bad for him in this episode i legit wanted to cry)

+ after all of this fiasco he really went ahead and carried this thing (of which, given to how he hit it on the ground and it made a soft thump, it must have been heavy asf) all the way to the other side and??? fucking smashed King's chin which made him fly to so fucking far ;; which means he literally used all of his strenght to carry this staff, and dropkick King with it, even if it was so hard he almost even dropped it at first

AND THEN HE JUST. PROCEEDS TO PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR CAUSE HES SO FRICKING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED AAWRGHWS

there are also other moments where i think he really deserves a break tbh ;;

he lost a pet. i have a pet myself and just the thought of ever losing him hurts so fucking much to the point i can feel my oof'ing urges coming back.

;; granted; it was a minecraft pig and it was high with all the potions, and also tried to kill all of them, but he clearly atleast had some care for that pig ... (the fact that he immediately stood up and spawned another animal makes me think about that one post/tiktok (i dont remember the user) i've seen ; which talked about Red possibly hiding/bottling up his sadness from others , in order to stay happy and positive or because he doesn't think his struggles are important enough compared to the others' - which i think it make alot of sense since you rarely see him cry or something, just going numb and/or looking down in despair - the only ever time we ever saw him cry was when Green supposedly died.)

i haven't talked about this actual short before since i had no desire to , but damn bro the way i felt bad for Red in this(っ °Д °;)っ he just wanted to have red stuff for him aswell, since apparently it wasn't dropping for him for some reason???? okay he should have included green and blue stuff aswell instead of possibly removing them but. still. Green and Blue were so fricking wrong in this

and !! his and Sec's tense relationship in the past seasons ... i love Sec he's literally my fav out of them all but i cannot defend xem on this. i know she had her reasons and im not saying Red was in the right either but, gosh ... pretty ironic given he's the one who inspired xem to break in in their site and join them in their battle

... i dont even need to explain do i

he lost a pet ... again. and because of his own fault aswell ! he knew the possible dangers of fusing the command block and the staff together , given how he almost got possessed alongside his friends the first time something like this happened , and yet ... he did it anyway . and beeper died as a consequence . i cant imagine how much guilt he must have felt .. (probably one of the main reasons why he didnt put up a fight when they put him in the timeout box)

i think he wanted to cry at this scene ngl ,,,

thinking about this ; they are all really tragic characters tbh ,,, stepping away from the heavy angsty all of c!Alan's stickfigures go through , rygb goes through a lot of shit aswell , and tbh i just feel bad for all of them ; they are all such tragic characters that deserve a very well-needed break break/_ \

since we are in this topic aswell , i would like to mention how i really love Blue and his immediate rush in being a comfort for the others<3

i used to think Yellow was the therapist friend but we only ever saw him comfort Blue lolll ( i love him anyway ;; i think Blue is more of a therapist friend than he is though )

[certifiedgoofball]

so i finally watched the devil's chord and i. AUGH!!!! UEUHGH!!!!!!! i watched space babies a couple days ago and it was good ofc but i felt like it was missing something but devil's chord was literally fucking PERFECT. it was scary and emotional and silly and weird all at the same time and i almost cried and i got so many goosebumps and i just AAHH!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE EP UNDER THE CUT. GIANT RANT. I AM AUTISM.

i already have a giant bias towards the episode cuz one of my longest interests has been music and instruments but oh my fucking GOD the way they talked about music and hearing classical songs that i knew almost sent me to tears IM NOT JOKING. ruby playing the piano was so awesome and hearing saint saen's danse macabre made me feel like i was going to ascend into the heavens. putting doctor who and classical music, two of my biggest interests, together, was the best thing imaginable. I LITERALLY CANT DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY THIS EPISODE MAKES ME.

SECONDLY, I LOVED MAESTRO. like the toymaker (who i also adore so SO incredibly much), they have this silly evilness to them that makes them so INTERESTING!!! and then finding out maestro is the child of the toymaker was EVERYTHING. BECAUSE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. jinkx monsoon, the person that plays maestro, says some stuff about them that explains why i love them so much. "When human rules don't apply to you, you get to do whatever you want. You don't have to worry about whether your emotions make sense to people because you don't have to answer to them." and "What I love about Maestro is that, while objectively evil, they are an artist, they have a mission statement. " THESE ARE THE EXACT REASONS I LOVE THE TOYMAKER AND MAESTRO SO MUCH. both of them are other-worldly beings. they're gods of their own realms. they're dramatic and passionate and so dead-set on getting what they want. but its not just about getting what they want, its about having fun with it and turning it into a show. because what's the point in going out if you cant go out with a BANG?

something else i loved was the doctor in this episode. ncuti gatwa's doctor, like david tennant's, is so extremely emotional and passionate and it makes me want to SOB. the doctor mentioning his granddaughter? TEARS IN MY EYES. "i can only smile like this because ive lost so much" SOBBING ON THE FLOOR. the 15th doctor has already been so emotional and i know im gonna cry so so much while he's around. BUT THATS SOMETHING I LOVE ABOUT DOCTOR WHO. because it can be so silly and weird and funny and then it can turn around and be spine-chilling and emotional ALL IN THE SAME EPISODE. because when you think about it, the story of the doctor is HEARTBREAKING. and when that side of him comes out you HAVE to expect the waterworks.

AND THEN RUBY THE ENTIRE EPISODE ???? i know theres something up with her and i just OH MY GOD!!! BECAUSE THE SNOW??? THIS EPISODE AND LAST EPISODE? AND THE SOUND OF CHRISTMAS?????? im gnawing on the bars of my enclosure I NEED TO KNOW. shes so interesting I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT because its like who's her mom?? whys she able to do the snow thing?? how did she have a song in her ????? AND MAESTRO SAYING THINGS LIKE "no he couldnt be there" "the old one couldn't've been there" WHO IS THAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

IM GOING INSANE. IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT I COULD EXPLODE INTO A MILLION PIECES.

[kyojurosprettygirl]

I’m back with a cute request✨

Ok you already know it’s genya content! ((GOTTA LOVE MORE GENYA CONTENT😖💜)) something like he saw tanjiro braiding nezukos hair and he thought of reader with a braid, so he awkwardly ask’s tanjiro if he can teach him how to braid hair? And after learning he excitedly try’s to go look for reader and after finding her he offers to do her hair ((extra points if he went to buy a watermelon hair clip or a hair accessory that matches his purple yukata!🤭)) I hope you’re not tired with these genya asks slkdjssj and do take your time! I know ya got other delicious stuff to write✨👀

a/n: ME? TIRED OF GENYA ASKS??? N E V E R ! that would be absolutely CRAY CRAY !!!!!! I LOVEEEEEE LOVE LOVEEE THIS REQUEST. ALL GENYA REQUETSS SJDBDJDJF IM SK EXCITED OMG!!! genya 4 life idc. SO ADORABLE. i've been thinking of this scenario for so long , i think i finally know how to put it in a fic !!! <3333333 xxx I linked the hairpin inspo! it's not exactly what I envisioned but very close!

cant help it.

genya shinazugawa x fem! demon slayer! reader.

It's funny to Tanjiro, the way Genya hides in the corner of the room. He's silent, and his breathing is unnoticeable, even more so with Tanjiro talking to Nezuko, and he would've gone unnoticed, but his scent (and the smell nervousness radiating off of him) gave him away from the start. Genya knows it's not going to be long before Tanjiro notices, and is thankful he doesn't acknowledge him. For the past 15 minutes he's been watching Tanjiros hands, how they delicately braid Nezukos hair. He had walked in just as he finished the first braid, and he had moved onto the next. Genya tried his best to decipher the pattern he was going at, but as he went farther down Nezukos hair, Genya lost track and her thick hair hiding his fingers didn't help. when he first walked in, it was to ask Tanjiro if he'd seen your hairpin around, you'd lost sometime during the day and he was checking the last place he could think of. But, once he saw he was busying himself with Nezukos hair, he'd gotten distracted and allowed himself a few minutes to see what Tanjiro had become so good at. he hadn't known the older Kamado was great at doing hair, he didn't even think tanjiro knew how to do it to begin with.

He lets out a soft sigh, Tanjiro having finished the second braid quickly and moving onto the last. As Tanjiro continues on, he finishes the last braid even quicker and it's then when he notices that the braids mimic Kanrojis. He can't help but picture you in the same exact braid as hers, and he blushes at the thought. You'd said before you always wish you could do style your own hair, and he was always tempted to ask if he could do it for you, but he never knew know how. You'd explain to him in great detail the way you wanted your hair, and he'd listen to you with his utmost attention, trying his best to envision you in his mind. The styles you wanted were beautiful, but too much for your hands alone, you could only do so much. He quietly leaves the room before Tanjiro can acknowledge him, and it's when Tanjiro turns around to see what Genya came for when he's suddenly gone. Tanjiros eyes go wide for a moment before he fondly smiles, 'okay.' he thinks, going back to Nezuko.

Genyas mind was then overtaken with thoughts of you in braids, not just ones similar to Kanrojis but all kinds. Ever since he saw Tanjiro doing nezukos hair, he had noticed just how many different kinds of braids there are, some more compact, some smaller, and some thicker. He decided he wanted to see you in all of them. He figured he could watch Tanjiro again, try to learn from just seeing him do it, but he wasn't sure how to ask, or if he even wanted to ask.

"Did you ever find your hairpin?" he asks, and you look at him before tilting your head back in thought, smiling a little at the thought, at how Genya remembers the smallest things about you and how beautiful the pin was. "No," you exhale, still smiling. "But I hope whoever finds it puts it to good use, it would be a shame if they didn't use it. it was gorgoeus." you both make eye contact and he nods, smiling at you, he loved your beautiful heart, he felt he could drown himself in your aura. you never dwelled on lost items, always assumed it was because someone else needed it more. "it really only fell off because i couldn't put it on properly." you let out a laugh and he lets a small one out, it's contagious. "it still looked beautiful on you," he says, a light pink dusting his cheeks. you giggle, yours also going pink. you push your body closer to him and he indulges in your antics, pulling you closer with the arm over your shoulder. he kisses your head and you kiss whatever you can in your position, both of you laughing of how comforting it is to finally be with each other. you spent the rest of noon huddled together and talking about everything you could think of, parting ways once the sun began to set. You make your way back and Genya makes his way toward where Tanjiro usually is. Hoping he could learn a thing or to from simply observing.

once Genya finally makes his way around the estate, he finally sees Tanjiro and Nezuko, except this time with the love pillar. He internally feels his eye twitch and he waits until their chatter picks up to make his way into the room unnoticed. Once he does, he stands and waits, hoping Tanjiro would be braiding Nezukos hair. Mitsuri is excitedly explaining something to Tanjiro while he intently listens, as does Nezuko who's attention is partly divided on the way her hair moves as she speaks. They all sit down and it's then when Genya notices that Mitsuri is teaching Tanjiro how to braid. He gets closer to see how she does it.

As misturi gently picks up Nezukos hair strands, she giggles at how excited Nezuko gets, becoming still so that she could do her hair. "You've gotten good at this, Tanjiro!" she says, Tanjiro beams, "Thankyou miss Kanroji!" she nods and her smile widens. "The only thing I would remember is that since you haven't done this enough for it to be muscle memory, to take your time!" Tanjiro nods as she slowly shows him how to braid the hair correctly. "Is there a way to make them look less crooked?" he asks, and she nods, "Yes! while braiding it, doing move it around, braid it the direction you want it to land. For example.." She picks up a strand and does a quick braid, braiding it to the left, "Notice how I braided it to the left and it wont stay straight." she smiles proudly and Tanjiro lets out an "oh" of understanding. "I see! Thankyou!" and they continue talking as Tanjiro does a braid with her, learning more techniques along the way. It isn't until Genya hears his name that he's broken out of his thoughts of you. "Would you like to join us Genya?" Tanjiro asks, and at first Genya feels he's being taunted, but once he sees tanjiros smile he realizes it's a genuine question. "Uhm.." he coughs out, "I think, Im okay here." he looks away, flustered at being caught. "I didn't see you there Genya!" Mitsuri says, and genya groans a little, 'crap' he thinks. "Are you sure?" Tanjiro asks, and genya fiddles with his sleeve. "Yes." he says, cussing at himself for saying no when being closer would help him a lot more. Before he could even say anything else, Nezuko gets up and pulls him toward the group, Genya feels put on the spot but grateful for it regardless. Mitsuri laughs and Tanjiro stutters out of nervousness, apolgozing for Nezuko. Genya nods his head as a way to say 'It's fine' and he looks down. "could you guys maybe teach me how to.." Genya trails off, noticing all eyes were on him. "uhm.." he hesitates before pointing to his hair, "braid?" he states. Tanjiro quietly gasps and smiles while Mitsuri claps her hair together, "Ofcourse!" she says, forcing him to sit down and getting straight to the point. Throughout the night, they all find themselves connecting. Mitsuri grateful for his now calm demeanor and Tanjiro curious as to why he was interested in braiding. Nezuko was just happy to be having her hair braided.

Genya picked up on it fast, having learned alot better from it upclose. He had trouble with knotting hair, but otherwise it was 'perfect!" according to Mitsuri. Once she leaves and Nezuko is asleep, Tanjiro asks the lingering question. "Hey Genya?" Genya looks at him, "hm?" Tanjiro bashfully smiles before asking, hoping he doesn thit a nerve. "Is there a reason for wanting to learn?" Genya's eyes widen and he looks up at the ceiling before looking back at Tanjiro. "Oh, uh, yeah, there is." Tanjiro looks at him expectantly, "y/n." Genya says, a fond smile gracing his features. Tanjiro can smell love, and it makes him feel warm. He was glad he finally found you, Genya seemed more content with himself. "I thought, she would look great with her hair braided. She mentioned she always wanted to style it, she just didn't know how. I would like to do it for her" Tanjiro nods, "That is very kind of you Genya!" and its that sentence that makes Genya feel flustered. Had Nezuko not ben asleep, he probably would've screamed at him and ran out. For now, he stuck with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Before he can say anything, Tanjiro hums, "Why don't you help me braid Nezukos hair until you feel confident with your skills! I braid it almost every night, we could maybe even learn a different stylee than miss Kanrojis!" He seemed excited, and genya could learn more, so he nods, taking his offer and leave. Thanking him for the good night.

For about two weeks, Genya goes to Tanjiro and Nezuko, learning more and more. He can do a braid efficiently, and make it look good, priding himself with the fact that he learned faster than Tanjiro. It's another night where he's at that point, just helping Tanjiro finish Nezukos hair faster, Genyas side looking more neat. 'Must be because he thinks of y/n' Tanjiro thinks. They talk about small things, and it stays a comforting amount of quiet sometimes, but once they got back to the braid topic Tanjiro asks about the first time he caught him. "I will say though Genya, the first time you came to the room, I didn't have enough time to ask you anything." Genya laughs, "yeah, I just didn't want to intrude." Tanjiro hums, nodding. "Were you going to ask me for help on learnign to braid?" Genya, out of instinct was going to nod yes, but he catches himself and shakes his head no. "No, actually. I was there to ask if you'd seen y/n's hair pin. It had fallen out, and I guess I just got distracted." Tanjiro gasps, "what did it look like?" Genya thinks for a moment, trying to recall the smallest details. "It's silver, and the design is wisteria flowers. There are two pearls that hang from the end of it." Tanjiro thinks for a moment, "I did see it! " Genya looks at him to continue, listening intently. "One of the lower rank slayers found it and kept it while training. She seemed very excited about it.. I didn't think much of it." Genya sighs, and Tanjiro cocks his head in confusion. "y/n won't take it away from the slayer, she probably thinks it was meant to find the slayer. but I know she really loved the pin, it's why she rarely wore it." Tanjiro furrows his brows in sympathy, "oh.." Genya then swears he can see the lightbulb atop tanjiros head "wait! there's a festival being held tomorrow night in the near by village! most the markets there sell accessories! Would you like to come with me? I'll be there with Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi." Genya thinks for a moment, he was ready to say yes but he only really spoke to Tanjiro. 'This is the only chance to find a hair pin.' he thinks, and nods hesitantly. "alright."

You and Genya wake up with both your limbs entangled with eachother, your grogginess making it difficult to escape the knot you two created with your bodies. You give up on finding a way out and nuzzle yourself further into Genya, trying to melt into him. He groans softly at your movements and tightens his grip on you, you kiss his neck and sigh as your heartbeats gently start synchronizing once you both get chest to chest. You both stay there for a moment before you hit him with your forehead. "get up" you say, and he snorts, eyes still closed. "you first" he says, and you giggle at that. "i can't, im stuck" he opens his eyes and looks down at you both, "looks like we're staying here then" and you both laugh. Genya sits up and gently removes his legs from yours, bringing your arm up and kissing your wrist. "we gotta get ready, huh"' you say, fondly smiling at him. he nods his head yes and you groan, giggling mid way. He picks you up bridal style and sits you down infront of your mirror, you look at him confusingly as he begins to make his way around the room, "what are you doing?" you ask, and he perks up once he grabs a box. "your hair." and he smiles at that, you perk up and smile wide at him, "really?" you ask, and he kisses your cheek, nodding yes. You drift between awake and asleep as he does your hair, his movements are gentle and all you can think about is him, not the fact that your about to go against most of your comrades. it's the biggest training day, and those who succeed will be trained with higher level techniques. He then makes his way infront of you, fixing up your hair and making it look effortless, disregarding the effort he put into it. He smiles, "done." and he moves away from the mirror. you gape at how gorgeous the braids look, and excitedly hug him, throwing you both onto the ground. you both laugh as he holds you tight, and pinches your side. "I have one more thing." he says, and you look at him in confusion before climbing off. he grabs the box he had picked up earlier, and it's then when you allow yourself to indulge in the way his hands look. his hands could be sculpted and recorded as the prettiest hands in history, you think.

He pulls out a metallic purple flower hairpin with black beads that dangle from it, it's elegant, and matches his yukata. you smile, but then he pulls out another, its red and similar in style with green leaves sticking off the red flowers. little glass watermelon slices dangle from it, and you smile wider at that. "pick your poison" he says, sticking them out to you. you pull him toward you from his collar and he burns red at that, "i choose you" and with that you kiss him. It's sweet tasting and Genya feels fire in his chest. He has a hard time pulling away. You pick both from his hands and inspect them, deciding to wear the purple and black one. You thank him and hug him tight before you both part to finish getting ready for the day.

funfact(s)!

You wear the watermelon pin whenever you and Genya go on dates, but wear the purple and black one everyday and everywhere. It's become such a staple that even a few demons recognized you from your hair pin.

Mitsuri's heart warms up when she sees your hair, knowing that it's genya who does it. He does many different styles and even helped you create your visions.

Tanjiro began to learn your signature hair style because Nezuko began to ask for it.

[devskindawritingblog]

asking in the right blog this time!! more of laura lee because i just LOVE her and cant accept that she bearly has any fics.

LIKE HEAR ME OUT teaching her how to ride a bike because one day she just reveals that she didn't get the chance to learn as a kid, so you make your life goal from that on to teach her. i think about this a lot as that one scene from atypical where casey teaches izzie all cutesy and stuff

Bumps and Bruises

Laura lee x reader

AN: oh my gosh I love writing for Laura Lee. One of my favourite characters to write for me. And this request was such a cute idea. I’ll admit I’ve never watched atypical so I found the scene and went with the general idea of learning to ride a bike. Fun fact: I didn’t learn to ride a bike till I was 13. Laura lees text is in yellow.

word count rounded: 900

Here you were, in an empty parking lot, with Laura Lee and your bike and at night. Not the best idea but you didn’t have any other time to do it. She stood their nervously as you placed the helmet on her and buckled it up

*about a week earlier*

It all started when Laura Lee stayed over at your house. Both of you were cuddling together and talking about memories. You giggled and laughed together as Laura Lee laid in your arms.

“I was riding a bike down the stairs and I face planted and lost my first tooth.” You admit with a giggle as Laura Lee laughs a little too, finding the story endearing.

“What about you miss angel do anything stupid on a bike before?” You say as you fix her hair.

“Hmm, a bike? I don’t know how to ride a bike. Growing up we never got much time to like ride bikes.” She says as you quickly gasp sitting up.

“What! Really? You can't ride a bike? I need to teach you.” You explain maybe a little too excited to teach your girlfriend to ride a bike. 

And that's how you got to this moment. It took a bit to convince and find the perfect time so it could just be you and her but now it’s time.

“You look cute.” You smile adjusting the straps on the helmet with a little giggle. 

She fixes the helmet and you give her a little kiss on the nose as a small smile slips past her lips.

“Are you ready? I promise I won’t let you fall and if you do I have a first aid kit.” You say as you retract the kickstand from the bike and hold it up yourself.

“I’m ready. I’m just scared. I’ve never ridden a bike before . What if I’m really bad?” She asks nervously, eyeing up the bike.

“Don’t worry I’ll teach you and we can go on romantic bike rides together.” You smile and intertwine your hands giving her hand a little squeeze.

You get onto the bike showing her where to place her feet and how to pedal or brake. You get off the bike putting up the kickstand so she can try and get on without the bike rolling away.

Laura lee steps over and sits on the seat of the bike. You give her helmet a little fix and hold her the controls one more time

You kick out the kickstand so the bike is being held up by her now.

“Ok just take your feet of the ground and peddle I will hold you up until you have enough speed, sounds good?” You say holding her back and placing one of your hands in between the handlebars.

“Ok.” Laura Lee says a little unsure.

You start to walk with her on the bike . She slowly pedals and as you both pick up speed you start to jog beside her.

“See not so scary.” You say and of course as soon as you say that she hits a rock and crashes. 

“Oh shit. Are you ok?” You say kneeling down next to her. It wasn’t a bad fall, it could have been much worse. The bike lays sideways and she pulls her leg out from underneath and has a scratch on her knee.

You can tell it hurts but she seems alright. You unbuckle her helmet and kiss her forehead. 

“I’m ok. I might be bleeding.” She says as she pulls her leg closer to herself.

“I’m sorry Lee. I’ll go get a bandaid on sec.” You rush off to your backpack grabbing some wipes and a bandaid. You walk back over to her and kneel down holding her hand as you wipe off her bloody knee.

“Oww.” She winces.

“Sorry it's gonna sting.” You say kissing her forehead and you finish with the wipes and put the bandaid on her knee.

“Are you all good? Need me to kiss it better?” You smirk as Laura Lee rolls her eyes and smiles back. You lean forward giving her a kiss on the lips instead. 

“Wanna try again?” 

“Yeah.” She says standing back up and buckling on her helmet. If there is one thing about Laura Lee is she is always true to her word.You help her stand up the bike she gets on the seat again and you walk with her until she picks up speed.

She falls a few more times, not as bad as the first one but everytime you give her a little kiss and she gets back up to do it again.

She tries again your jogging beside her, keeping her steady and you let her go. But this time she stays up and keeps peddling .

“Oh my gosh ! I’m doing it ! I’m riding a bike!” She squeals as she keeps riding around the parking lot.

“Good job! Don’t fall now silly.” You say as you jog behind her. She does a few loops around the parking lot before breaking and getting off.You jog over and pull her into a hug.

“Good job baby! You're so good!” You beam as you give her a kiss on the forehead. You smile and she gets off the bike. The two of you walk back to your house. Laura Lee rides your bike behind you all the way home.

[nyashykyunnie]

//Kyunnie rambling like a madman over her fave charas

why must I grow to be so empathetic and easily attached to people who are so broken.

I cant move on from Jinwoo's unspoken trauma, Aventurine's love of gambling because its the only aspect of him he has complete control over, and Wanderer who is driven by self-hatred and anger has grown as a puppet slowly learning to become empathetic and gentle despite his arrogant exterior and his supposed "Heartless" figure.

I hate how we are not given enough or even any deep dive into Jinwoo's overall psyche. I personally think this man hates himself so much that he actively throws himself in front of others. While yes he is kind as a default because he is the mc but god I love how you can possibly explain his altruism because of his low self-esteem. Being a laughingstock, mocked and shouldering the responsibilities of a patriarch must have broken him. We know for a fact that Jinwoo is driven simply by his love for his family. His actions are made for the benefit of Jin-ah and his mom. Being an E-ranker is brutal, we are shown that despite it not being heavily focused on its obvious Jinwoo struggles. His landlord even offered to extend rent which means Jinwoo is hell-deep into money scarcity. I think we can all agree how being broke can literally destroy someone. With Juhee scolding Jinwoo for his injuries I think we can interpret it as this man still going to work despite being heavily hurt. This man is desperate to make ends meet and it must have made a toll on him despite his calm and collected demeanour. I wish we could have been given more ample hints about Jinwoo's slow detachment more often than just slapping it on the table like what happened when he killed the older brother of Hwang Dong-soo. It was sudden, while cool as it may be I want to see more of his decline mentally so that I could have been more excited at his breaking point. The anime is thankfully being more open to showing how self-destructive Jinwoo can be. I mean, come in, the scene with cerberus? How stubborn and strong willed he is? It's beautiful. What I do appreciate is that Jinwoo for a fact is altruistic.Him willing to shoulder all the burdens of war and defending his earth from the itarim eushdhs qwq....

Dont even get me started with Aventurine. I was once a firm fan of Aventio but seeing how this man is watered down to nothing more than a hot twink bottom fuckable? God it gets on my nerves. It got so bad I have a lowkey hatred of Aventio not out of homophobia but because I find it so fucking infuriating that such a deep and well-written character is just reduced to his ship. Aventurine is obviously an extremely insecure man, have we all not learned anything from the penacony quest or is it because everyone probably skipped the dialogues? I bet it's the latter half. Kakavasha pointed out how nervous Aventurine was and none of us, the audience or even the npcs, expected that. It shows that Aventurine has perfected his mask of arrogance and suave do much so that he can fool everyone. Everyone but himself. And Kakavasha knew that because he and Aventurine are one in the same. Kakavasha is the little boy in Aventurine that he has hidden beneath this carefully built palace of lies. Everything about his attire and confidence is there to make you feel like you cannot see through this man. That instead of thinking of something else, the first thing that jumps on your mind is that he is arrogant and self-centered when he is not. He is anything but confident, he has a deep rooted sense of self-hatred and depression because of his broken past and he most likely blames himself for the death of his mother and sister. And you know what? I liked him because he of the way he presents himself. But once I discovered a deeper level of who Aventurine is? Mother I am gone. I became heavily invested in him, I loved how I'm able to get a glimpse of it. Slowly I started seeing less of "Aventurine the IPC ambassador who is a bastard" and more of the "Aventurine" that is hidden inside. I want to know more about him and less about this facade he has perfectly built up. I didn't trust him at first but now I can confidently say that out of all the hsr charas, I would trust him and Dan Heng the most with my heart. So when he supposedly died? It broke me. I could not shut up about it and my friends probs were tired of me. I was having active mental breakdowns because I did not want Aventurine to go away even though his plan was complete suicide. A gamble he took to end his sorry life. Gambling was the only thing that Aventurine had complete control over as well as how he wanted people to perceive him. I felt so wronged when i was fooled into thinking he is gone when the aventurine stone landed on the floor and lost its shimmer. I did not want his story to end. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to see him succeed in his revenge on the people who took his family away.

Wanderer? He was an asshole, i didnt get the attraction to him at first. He was always sexualized and reduced to just a petty villain whose personality revolves around being toxic. But oh how all of that came crumbling down when I met "who" he really is. A broken, lonely and abandoned puppet who is desperate to have a heart. Discarded by his mother, lost a friend and another right after that. He was a child when Ei released him, he misunderstood her actions as to being that she found him of no use when really she just wanted to keep him away from the horrors that is reality, his second friend was also a misunderstanding. While I dont know the complete story of that part, I know its a huge miscommunication. The last betrayal that completely broke him? That one was of naivete. He was a child. He had the mind of a child. All of that turned into a web of confusion, hatred and sadness that created "Scaramouche". He became a weapon, a lab rat. All of that just because he wanted to fill the void in his empty heart where a gnosis should have sat. When the archon quest rolled in? I was so devastated with his desperation. He was absolutely broken. By the end of it, when he was under nahida he used to Irminsul to kill himself. How tragic is that, huh? I hate how people significantly forget about that side of him. That suicidal, depressed boy who had no guiding light. His only drive was to have the gnosis thinking that will take away all the pain and sadness in his heart when truly he just wanted to love and be loved. He wanted companions. In his story quest, his first appearance as Wanderer is I think is the closest we can get to who he actually used to be. Before the abandonment, the betrayals, the deaths. I think that is the closest glimpse we get in game about who he really was. It doesnt justify his cruelty, his mass murder, his crimes. Nothing justifies anything but I cant help but feel so sorry for his soul. And hence make me all the more hate blind people who reduce him to just arrogance. The last event showed that Wanderer for a fact can be extremely empathetic, he saved Durin and even allowed him to become his companion. Nahida points out he feels extremely happy despite his demeanour. This man just wants happiness and companionship because he spent most of his days dying of loneliness and drowning in depression. Wanderer is kind, he is healing. It is slow but the game doesn't hide that. We are shown time and time again how he is growing as a person despite being without a heart. I think Wanderer is very empathetic despite how he appears, he can understand you in a deep sense despite talking smack at you. He is gentle with his actions. Even animals are so attracted to him, animals only react to those with noble and gentle hearts. That should be enough to say what kind of person wanderer is these days.

Overall, these three just put me in so much emotional turmoil that I hate how I cant talk more about it. I love them a lot. I want to know more about them. I want to be able to immerse myself more. I want to know them more eidhehsjs mannnn,,,,,,

[just-some-random-blogger]

Can we have a Morpheus x Reader in the style of Phantom of the Opera? Thanks!

Inside My Mind

Dream of the Endless x Opera Singer!Reader

Summary: He was the phantom of the opera making you lose your mind.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Dark!Dream, Yandere!Dream, graphic depictions of violence/obsession/manipulation, fem!reader, smut/smutty allusions (dub con, fingering, vaginal penetration, marking, corruption kink) Phantom of the Opera AU, Set in Victorian Era, angst ig, typos, etc.

A/N: another MINORS DNI fic lol YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THIS THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS YES YES YES So, for obvious reasons, the plot of phantom of the opera is tweaked because dream is not 'grotesque' like the phantom in the real story. ALSO THIS EXPLODED INTO A DARK YANDERE FIC NONNIE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE DARK FICS COS THIS GETS PRETTY DARK T_T this was supposed to be a slow burn because i got so excited for it, but then suddenly i was not excited at all and was unable to write anything, like fr it was so hard to write this so im only writing the highlights in my head im so sad i cant write this T_T PLEASE READ THIS FIC WITH THIS BECAUSE ITS SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

He was in his private booth with no one except Hob. Dream, in the length of his existence, no longer finds the same wonder as his friend, whose very eyes sparkle at the performance before him. But then his ears catch the echo of the song from behind the stage, from deep behind the opera house. "I say, they-" Hob starts, but when he turns to his side, his companion is no longer there. Dream watches her in the shadows, basking in her voice as she sings the song being performed with more heart than he ever thought possible, before making himself known. When he does, she starts, dropping the mop she was using on the floor. The sight of her face excites him. She is laced in nervousness when she manages to ask, "who are you?" "I am your Dream."

I remember how it was before, how it was in the beginning. When he was my Dream, who came to me with sincerity and gentleness.

I look out to the dim lit bathroom as I wash my arms in the fragrant water of my tub. I deflate in loneliness, "will you not show yourself to me tonight either, my Dream?"

A chill runs down my spine when the wind blows across me.

I gasp at the feeling of warmth on my cheeks.

I look out to the empty room, "Dream?"

Yes, my love.

I frown at the sound his voice, for the speaker nowhere in sight.

"Where are you?" I mutter softly.

I am attending to imperative business right now. I cannot be with you in my physical form.

I frown, "you've left me again?"

Sadness creeps up on me when he does not respond.

"You've left me again, my Dream. I'm all alone without you."

I sink down deeper in the tub as I hear him call out my name. My brows furrow at the sound of him.

You are not alone. You are never alone. I am always with you, my love, even when my form cannot be there. Always.

A bitter tear threatens to spill from my eyes, "it doesn't feel like it... are you not going to watch my debut? It's tomorrow night already."

My breath hitches when the I feel a ghost of a touch trail down my spine. Goosebumps rise all around me.

Nothing will stop me from watching you perform.

My heart leaps in my throat. I bite my lip at the thought as I feel myself break into a soft smile.

"I wish you weren't so busy. Then I wouldn't have to keep talking to you in my bathroom. It's the only other place quiet enough for you to hear me."

My shoulder tenses when the sound of his laughter echoes.

My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?

I knit my brows, "but you never respond to me anywhere else, my Dream, only here, and in my bedroom when Meg is not around."

Oh, beloved, there is so much that you do not yet understand about your Dream.

I pout, "then explain it to me," I rise from my tub, leaning on the side, looking out into the emptiness, "I am not a child."

I shudder when I feel a hand on my cheek. I place my own hand on the area, but it's not the same.

In due time, my love. I will reveal myself, my whole truth to you, in due time.

That was the beginning of the sweetness.

I remember vividly, as well, the first time he ever touched me. It was not like how one would touch a friend or maybe even a stranger. He touched me in the way I had never been touched before.

I hadn't understood the concept of the Dreaming yet, and so I was simply shocked to have met him in a park when he came up behind me. He had to explain to me that we were in his realm.

The soft smile on his lovely face at the time was enough to make me do anything he wished.

His lips found mine as his arms wrapped around me.

He did not give me time to ask any other questions spinning through my mind at that moment; I quite frankly didn't mind. His attentions on my skin and the kisses he left were more than enough.

And then he started to lift my skirt.

"Dream," I call as goosebumps rise on my skin. My Dream does nothing but pull me closer and move my clothing away so that he can touch my bare skin.

I jolt and whimper at his touch.

"Hush, my love," he mutters against my neck, "I swear to you that I will bring you nothing but pleasure, just as I have intended all along."

I am still tense when I feel his fingers move into me. I squeak and wrangle against him, but eventually the foreign and inexplicable want that builds within inside my being makes me lean into him and yearn more for his touch.

"My beautiful ge-"

I gasp when I hear my name being called in a panic.

Meg is looking down at me with worry laced all over her features, "have you had a nightmare?"

I turn to his, propping my elbows up as I stare at my friend.

She continues, knowing I was in pure confusion, "you were groaning and whimpering in your sleep."

I feel blood rise up my cheeks.

Meg knits her brows, caressing my cheek, "are you ill, my love? You've got a hotness about you."

"No," I shake my head, offering a bashful smile, "I am well, Meg. It was just my... my Dream."

It would then be Meg who truly experienced a nightmare, unshakeable ones at that. But at the time, I did not know it was my Dream's punishment for interrupting us.

That was what it used to be like living in the bliss of my naivete.

Even though I suppose it was always there, my Dream's darkness, it only became real when I allowed myself to see it.

My Dream started to turn into my Nightmare when I was reunited with my childhood friend, Raoul.

I had obviously been excited to see him again at the opera house. Raoul told me it was destiny. I felt uncomfortable by the idea that my Dream's brother would ever allow such a thing, but I did not tell Raoul that.

Whenever he visited me, Raoul offered me roses for each of my performances that he watched, and he made so to watch every performance I had, even going as far as being a patron of the opera, so to be able to watch me practice.

I, of course, was ecstatic to have my friend around. But Dream did not share my sentiment.

At first, my Dream acted cold. He acted hurt. He told me-

"I've heard his thoughts, he wishes to steal you away, to claim you as his own, to corrupt you," he seethes, gripping me by my arms, "do you want that?"

"No!" I shake my head rapidly.

"Do you want him to take my greatest and sweetest love away from me?" he mumbles, pushing me against the vanity. We were in the privacy of the diva dressing room, as I was now the diva of the show.

"No, my Dream," I frown at him, grabbing his face as he hoists me on the surface. I help him push my clothing up so that my exposed thighs could straddle his hips.

He begins to undo his trousers as he nods his head, "you belong to me, don't you, beloved?"

I lick my lips in anticipation of him while I nod myself, stealing a glance between his face and what his hands were working on, "I am yours, my love."

He pushes against my face with his as he presses a kiss on my cheek bone, "and I am yours, eternally."

I nibble my lips when he exposes himself. I let out a loud groan when he enters me.

"Pretty girl," he praises, "let them all hear who makes you feel this good."

I suppose, in fact, it was my fault that he snapped.

But it was not as though I could control who I dreamt about. And it was not like my dreams were something he should have readily dove into.

Dream had asked me, "do you want him?"

"Who?"

"Your childhood flame," he quips coldly, "Raoul."

I told him I didn't. Why wouldn't I when I was so in love with him?

But later that night, I dreamt of him, of Raoul. I was walking with my childhood friend in my childhood home. We were holding hands the way we did when I was younger. He was recounting his travels to me as we walked around the halls. I laughed when he joked he would steal me away. I joked that I would let him if he gave me all his chocolate.

And then Raoul turned into smoke. And then I was holding no one in my hand.

My childhood home began to crumble, and in my fear and panic, I begin to run. The walls broke down and the ceiling fell behind me.

It was a wonder that I made it outside.

But then I my soul nearly left me when I was grabbed by my arms and faced with a dark face.

A shiver ran down my spine when my Dream squeezed me and quipped, "you lied to me."

I panted as I looked at his face, drawn with fury, loathe, and madness.

"You told me you did not want him," my Dream hisses, jaw tight along with his accusation, "you did not want him to take you away from me, but you do!"

My breath hitches as his hands grab my cheeks and forces me to look up at him, "you think he could ever measure up to me? You think I would ever let you find out your inevitable disappointment?"

I grab onto his coat as I feel fear crawl up my spine.

"What makes you think I'd let you leave me? You are not meant to leave me-- you're never leaving!"

I release a shudder, "my Dream, please."

The darkness and tension on his face begin to unravel as tears begin to streak my face.

"You are mine," he words carefully, "you belong to me."

Out of instinct, I find myself nodding at his words as I repeat to him, "I am yours, my Dream, only yours." My lips begin to quiver as I am overcome by emotion.

He seems to be satisfied with my admission. He withdraws his harsh hold on my cheek and exhales deeply. He leans his forehead onto mine, his arms make their way around me.

I begin to sob into his chest when he pulls me close. He shushes me, "No," he mutters, "no, enough. Hush now, all is well. I would never hurt you, never you. Do not be frightened."

I hide my face in his clothing, he strokes my hair.

"I do not want to see you with that man ever again."

I do not respond to him.

He nuzzles against me as he breathes in heavily, "mine."

I really did try my best to stay away from him, but Raoul was always very persistent. He never liked losing when we were younger, and it seems his virtue only grew as time went by.

I told him we could no longer be friends, and his responses were nothing but childish, because he told me the notion was nothing but childish.

Then one day, he got me to laugh at his attempts.

I froze when Raoul said, "finally, I may be able to sleep well tonight, now that I've heard your laughter."

"Have..." my brows knit, "you not been sleeping well?"

It was painfully clear to me all of a sudden how heavy his eyes were and how tired the smile he gave me was, "I have been plagued by nightmares, little butterfly."

Raoul rubs my chin with the pad of his thumb, "do not grow uneasy by the thought. Your smile is medicine enough to my ailment."

The following day, he would not go back to the opera. Two days after that I would learn that he has not woken up from his deep sleep.

Dream acted as though nothing was wrong the entire time, and in my deep feeling of bewilderment, I began to avoid him-- hide from him. At first it was simply by ignoring him, then once caught, I acted as though I did not realize he was there to begin.

After a while, when I could feel him draw near, I would make attempts to flee him, except, there as no escape from Dream.

"Beloved," he appears from nowhere right in front of me, "why are you hiding?" He reaches out to my cheek.

My heart is thumping wild in my chest when he pulls me close, "was my darling playing a delightful little game to excite me?"

"Dream-"

"Well, I've found you now," he says, peering close, as his hands travel down my body, "I deserve my prize."

My breath begins to hitch when he roughly rips my skirt up. I grab ahold of his arms. His lips curve into a small smile as he watches me. He absolutely relishes the pounding pulse echoing in his ears. Dream leans down and leaves wet kisses on my neck, eliciting soft yelps from me when he begins to suck and graze my skin with his teeth.

"Cover my marks again," he breathes in between kisses, "I will give you more."

I whine when I feel his fingers find their way to my core. I begin to squirm, unsure of whether or not I want him to continue.

“Tell me how much you love me,” he mutters against my neck as his arms around me contrict

"Dream."

"I feel as though I'm suffocating when I’m not with you," he sighs, fingers fondling with my heat quicker, "if you leave me, I will cease."

His breathing grows heavy. He sucks in a sharp breath when I cry out at the feel of fingers enter my pooling wetness.

"Nothing will ever come between us," he croons, "I will destroy anything that comes in our way."

Though Dream's ministrations were something I had grown accustomed to, and even something I looked forward to, there was something about this moment that left a foreign feeling in me.

He made me feel so, so good, and yet, it felt so... wrong.

Then one day, it was I that snapped.

Everything that he's done, giving Meg nightmares, trapping Raoul in a constant state of dreaming, intimidating me then telling me he was nothing without me, all of the twisted things he'd done made me realize his love was demented, and it took performing one of his plays.

He had taken it too far by inspiring the maestro to write about our love story: a man who did the extremes for his lover, and how his lover had no choice but to accept his actions for the alternative was to remained shackled in the dark until his love was accepted.

I overheard the dancers talking about how this was the most tragic story yet, and how they're glad such a man did not exist.

I performed the arias with tears, danced with such desperation. I sang with so such sorrow that the whole house broke into tears.

Yet I saw him through my blurry eyes, I saw him smile at me with satisfaction

He did exist, this cruel lover, but he was not a man, he was Dream of the Endless, the phantom of the opera.

So I ran. I ran leaving everything, taking nothing but a coat and money to get away as far away as I could from my prison of an opera.

It was foolish, I knew. His words echoed in my mind-- "My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?"

The fact was he did not need my call for him to know where I was. But I would rather die trying than not at all.

It was very much like Dream to come and get me when I had myself believing I had a chance to get away.

My carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a loud cry of the horse and the driver.

I did not want to come out, I did not make a move to, because I knew he was right outside.

Really, there was nothing stopping him from manifesting inside my tiny carriage, and yet he still pounded on my door from the outside and demanded that I come and face him.

When I did not reply, he forced my door open, making me turn to him with wide eyes and taxed breath.

I cannot lie, I was surprised to see his distraught expression and his unkempt features. I did not think it would be possible for him to appear this way.

Dream reaches out for me. I watch him as his dark expression slips as I raise my hand out to him. I however do not hold him, instead I push him away.

His brows furrow tightly, "you will come with me at once."

A shiver runs down my spine at his command. I fake courage and clench my jaw, "no."

"No?" he tilts his head.

"I do not want to come with you anywhere at all," I mutter coldly.

Dream cannot mask the disbelief and horror on his face. I can see his expression slowly shift into anger as he speaks, "what has made you like this?"

"YOU have made me like this!" I hiss, leaning in, "you are hard and cruel," I shake my head rapidly, "you do not love me."

"I ONLY LOVE YOU!" he barks, removing further the distance between us as he leans forward.

"BUT I DO NOT!" I answer with the same intensity before pulling back.

His face falls. Wind begins to pick up begin him. His eye twitches, "liar."

I hold back tears as I grip my hands tightly. I shake my head slowly this time, "not anymore."

His face twists, he pulls back and his knees nearly buckle.

My heart feels as though it is being squeezed when I look at him. I cannot lose my advantage now, "I used to believe you were once my sweet Dream, but you are nothing more than a twisted nightmare."

"Stop," he points, "LIAR! That's not true- I- I'm still your Dream! I love you!"

"If you truly loved me, you would let me go!" I quip moving towards him, "you have to let me go, Dream."

"You cannot leave me!" he whisper-yells, "I want you to be with me, to stay with me, to love me!" He grips on the side of the carriage door, "even thinking about a world without you, a world where you are with someone else makes me sick."

I retreat from him when he tries to reach out for me. He is hurt by this. He slowly pulls his hand away, "can you at least pretend to love me?"

A chill runs down my spine when he says this.

He grows more desperate when he speaks again, "I implore you, tell me what err I've committed so that I man correct it," he drops on his knees, "I beg you not to leave me."

I turn away from him, rubbing my face as I did, to hide the tears that were threatening to show themselves to Dream, "close the door, Dream."

Dream's desperation leaves him, "no."

His change in tone makes me my blood still. I barely even see him when I turn to him and feel myself fade into darkness.

"If you will not come to me in your own accord," he says, standing, "then I will take you in my own."

[crushedsweets]

hi! just wanted to say i love how in detail your lore is. it’s very well explained and i can understand it very easily so i appreciate that lot! i was wondering if you could talk abt jeff and clockys relationship? i’m curious about how you write them together and i’ve always liked their dynamic!

HIII YOURE SO KIND THANK YOU SO MUCH im glad u can understand it easily cuz ik i do a lot of run on sentences.... OK I WILL TALK NOW

ok. ok. jeff and clocky came around the story around the same time the rest of the creeps did. right after clocky was released from the operator, she was running on rage and exhaustion.

jeff is still teetering between the operator and slenderman because he doesnt want to commit to the full process(?), since it's really painful and can take months. and he doesnt care to. but occasionally he'll take a few of the proxy's pills so he can maintain some control over himself, mostly by force tho.

they kinda both got thrown into the same barn by slenderman. clocky cant afford an apartment, jeff . . cant work. when masky or hoody force jeff to take a slender sickness pill every now and again, he like half dies for a couple days in the barn. natalie understands the pain esp cuz it happened to her most recently. so she kinda(very loosely) takes care of him , aka brings him water and weed . he's kinda grateful but he's just... such an arrogant asshole theyre ALWAYS arguing. she won't hesitate to kick him while he's down

but, of course, they have to coexist somehow. so they'll hang out, get high together, talk shit. he gets morbidly interested in what she remembers of her own kills, and she finds it.. oddly relieving to finally get it off her chest. she uses jeff like a confessional. she's told toby, but its really awkward. jeff is interested. he'll ask questions, get excited, all the weird shit. part of her hates it but again, who else will be so accepting of something like that ?

being around him runs the risk of triggering operator-related episodes, though, so they've gotten into trouble together.

toby doesnt like jeff and gets super aggravated at him and natalie being friends. but natalie thinks its really fucking annoying when tobys like 'u shouldnt hang around him' and tells him to shut up.

ofc nina eventually comes into the picture and jeff starts staying with her more often, leaving nat to the barn.

sometimes nat feels lonely and wishes he stuck around, but she just goes to stay with toby (when slender allows it). most of the time she's grateful he's away and can stop pissing her off all the damn time LOL

jeff is seriously just. ok ill admit i make him very one dimensional, but he literally doesnt care. sure he likes hanging out with her but like... he doesn't really do much in return for her, doesn't clean up the barn, doesn't get her anything, etc. he'll float between the barn and nina's apartment without much thought or consideration. but he'd kill someone for nat, if that means anything

generally theyre not close, but yk. theyre sometimes sorta parttime roommates every now and again.