#i wont be incredibly active right now

[terramassakin]

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[xochosoxo]

the best patient ✮ | e.jaeger

MDNI-> warnings: afab reader, nurse!y/n, erenbrokehiswrist, cheater!eren, stoner!eren, dealer!eren, (pretend hes also a metalhead bc i love metalheads. and toxic eren oh my god its unhealthy), mentions of weed, blowjobs, hairpulling, missionary, cowboy, multiple creampies, dirty talk, eyerolling, tit sucking, hickies, pussy eating, cum swapping/sharing/consuming, squirting (cuz it wouldnt be a dysaren fic without squirting!), erens gf visits.

a/n: sorry im so inactive im actually so busy like all the time :( (save me.) anyway, enjoy this quick fic i wrote instead of doing my assignments!! i am a sucker for toxic,cheater,stoner,dealer,metalhead,has piercings eren. based on a scenario that i created with a character.ai bot ( i am ashamed.. it was a xiao bot.)

"hello. im nurse y/n and ill be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here." you say, walking into the ER patient room as you scan my clipboard for the details of the person staying here.

Name: Eren Yeager

DOB: March 30 XXXX

Height: 6'0 ft

"weight, ethnicity blah blah... reason of hospitlization: distal radius fracture..." you read to yourself, glancing up from the clipboard to meet eyes with the man in the hospital bed. his long brown hair was up in a messy bun, he had tattos running from his neck all the way down to his arms, and from what you can tell, he was built, rather... nicely. (he was buff asf.)

the man looked miserable. he had swollen undereyes, and his skin looked dry, but still, for some reason you found him incredibly attractive.

"hello nurse." he mutters, clearly tired.

"hello." you repeat again. "im just here just to check up on you." you explain to him, sauntering closer to his bed.

you flip the page on your clipboard to a new, blank sheet. "i will just be running some tests, checking your vital signs and see how you are healing."

eren nods compliantly.

you take that as a sign of consent and start writing some things down on paper. "he seems to be doing fine...even his arms are nice fuck." you get distracted, looking at his arms, the way the veins pop out. mentally youre drooling. his fingers are long and thick, and there are indentations of multiple rings on them which only gets you more excited.

you flip your page back to the information sheet from before, checking the notes: "frequent smoker and sexually active."

"so it says here you are a frequent smoker?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of confirmation from him.

eren nods again. "yes" he whispers. "some nicotine but mostly weed."

"oh i see." you say, writing that information down.

"i can get you some. once im out of here at least." he looks up at you.

"im sorry?" you mustive heard wrong...right?

"ive seen you around before." eren explains. "at parties...you know mostly smoking. like that last one...you were with jean and connie."

oh. you didnt hear wrong.

three days ago, on your day off, you had went to a party with your friends jean and connie. they said it would be a good idea since it would be a chance for you to finally relax from your stressful job, so you relunctantly went. that was your first time smoking weed. it was wonderful and you guess eren saw the whole thing.

"you must have it wrong... i dont typically smoke." you explain to the brown haired man.

"i know, jean and connie told me it was your first. looked like you had a good time though." he smiles tiredly up at you.

you were taken a back a bit. you didnt know that the two of them knew eren. do they know that he's in the hospital right now? are they the reason he broke his wrist? where were they?

"i see..." you ponder a bit. "are they here with you tonight? somewhere in the hospital i mean."

"yeah. theyre here with my girlfriend too since she's the only sober one who can drive at the moment... they just went back to my place to grab some things for me before you came in. they wont be back for a while." eren clarifies.

"goddamnit he has a girlfriend." you sob internally.

"thats good to know." you fake smile, looking back at your clipboard. "it says here youre also sexually active... are you taking any sort of pills perchance?" you continue with your questions, trying to get back to professionalism.

"nope its all just me." he giggles with a coy grin on his face. youd hate to admit that his laugh turned you on a bit.

you finish up your report of eren, rechecking his vitals once more to confirm things. "okay it seems as though youre on the right track... it can take up to 6-12 weeks for your wrist to comepletely heal. otherwise, you might want to lay off the weed consumption till then." you finish up.

before you can leave, he call out. "wait.."

you turn around. "what is it? are you alright?"

"i have a problem with something and i just cant seem to be able to do it myself." eren tries saying shyly, but the look in is eyes seemed to be more sinsiter than you thought. "after all... i did just break my wrist..."

he looks down at his jeans, putting the spotlight on the constrained buldge in his jeans.

youre flushed. "oh..." what were you supposed to do in this situation?? didnt he have a girlfriend?

right he had a girlfriend.

"im sure your girlfriend can help you out with that."

eren's eyebrows crease. he did have a girlfriend and she was amazing. she did basically everything for him. so why now was he so damn attracted to his nurse to want to take a risk and cheat on everything he had???

he presses his lips together before speaking, "i lied. i just didnt want to seem like a pussy to ya." sentences were forming right as he was speaking them. hopefully it was enough to fool you. "please. its so uncomfortable..."

his throbbing cock was being compressed by not only his boxers but also by his black rocker jeans. it was true. it was extremely uncomfortable so why not relieve it with the cute nurse who also happened to be the cute girl who had been sitting with his friends not too long ago, taking a drag from a joint he sold to jean and connie.

you were relunctant, but then again, you could feel your panties getting damper. you walk up to him slowly, keeping your eyes locked with his. you sit down on the bed beside him.

he feels your soft hands on his buldge and from that he lets out a restrained sigh. "fuck." he huffs.

god, there was no way this wasnt turning you on too. eren knew that. he saw the way you bit your lip as you started to unbutton his jeans.

"how long will they be gone?" you ask, hinting at the group of friends eren had mentioned previously. "for a while.. my place is pretty from from the hospital." he watches you slowly pull down his zipper. "fuck baby youre making me go crazy."

you smile, finally releasing his cock from his boxers. he was hung. youre eyes widened and he lauged.

"too much for you baby?" he questions.

"no..." you whisper, slowly kitten licking the tip, tasting his precum before fully sheathing his cock in your mouth.

eren moaned. loudly.

"holy shit!" he huffs. "oh my god..." he leans his head back, grabbing your neat ponytail to guide you while sucking him off.

"ugghhfff!" you choke on his length, tears coming to your eyes. but you like it. it felt too good. at this point, your panties were soaking wet at this point.

"fuck baby you gotta stop or else im gonna cum." eren gasps, pulling you off from his dick. "cmon take it all off... show me."

you look behind you to make sure that the door to the room was closed. you look back at him with a playful look, pulling off your uniform and undershirt to reveal your cleavage.

eren smirked, watching as your skin reacted from the cold air, goosebumps forming. he reaches behind you and releases the hooks of your bra.

he sighed at the sight of your tits. they were beautiful. you were beautiful. he kneads at your chest as you remove the rest of your garments, underwear included.

you were fully exposed to him. internally, eren was freaking out. externally, he was entranced by your body, drooling a bit.

"eren?" you ask, waving your hand infront of him. he snaps out of his trance. "are you ok?" you look at him with a worried look.

"im ok baby. sorry. lets keep going." he says, rubbing his tip on your clit. he can feel your wetness and he smirks once again,

"you are dripping baby..." he whispers in your ear. "i dont even need to prep you..." eren slowly shoves his cock into you.

you were in heaven. both of you were. to him, you felt so fucking tight. he doesnt even know if youre a virgin or not. how couldnt you be? "youre so tight..." he groans, restraining himself from prematurely giving you a creampie.

you have never felt so full in your life. in your life, you've only fucked one guy and the rest had been occupied by your plethora of sex toys. but eren... eren was different. you were filled to the brim. eren could see the buldge of his dick lightly poking through your pudgy tummy. that made him go feral.

he started thrusting into you faster, sucking on your sensitive nipples, licking around the skin as well. he left mulitple hickies in the places where only he could see them. you still were on your shift of course, he wanted to be courteous.

"mmm..." he heard you sigh, smiling as he kissed your body.

eren lifts you up so now youre straddling him. he keeps his pace constant but you wanted to take control. so you start bouncing on his cock. he watches as your tits move with you, again trying not to prematurely cum.

"mmmhf!!!!" you try to conceal your moans, but it was so hard. "fuck daddy please!! i need more!!" you were being greedy, but it felt too good.

"youre bossy baby." eren laughs. he thrusts up, faster than before. "fuck im gonna fucking cum." you watched him gasp, bringing your face closer to his, kissing him with so much passion. he kissed back.

sure he had a girlfriend, but maybe now he's finally gonna break it with her. just for you.

"ah ah..." you gasp, feeling his thrusts slow down. you whine.

"shush baby, let me cum inside before i fuck it back into you." he moans into your neck, creampie-ing your cunt. you try not to scream as you feel the heat in your stomach release as you cum as well.

your eyes roll back into your head and oh how he loves the sight. yeah hes all yours now.

eren picks up his pace once again, like he said, fucking his cum deeper into you.

you scream before he slaps a hand over your mouth. "shut it baby... dont want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are."

"mmfgf!" you groan in protest.

eren doesnt stop his pace until he's shooting his thick load into you once again.

he's catching his breath as he pulls out, plugging your pussy with his fingers so the essence wouldnt leak from your cute slit.

youre all fucked out by the way. he watches as your face contorts into pure pleasure, feeling the band in your stomach snap as you twitch on his fingers.

eren shoves his mouth onto your pussy, licking up the mess in between your legs, tasting both him and you. he licks up your slit to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. youre overstimulated and tired. your couldnt take it anymore. you gush once more on his face, the liquid dripping down his chin and onto the sheets of the hospital bed.

"aahh..." you breathe heavily, recovering from your third orgasm.

"that feel good baby?" he says, bring his head up to meet your eyes. he could see hearts in them.

"mm... i think we're going to have to change the sheets." you giggle.

"well it was worth it." he watches as you sit up, making sure youre not in any discomfort. he rubs your back and fixes your hair. "you look beautiful like this."

"do i?" you say, questioning his taste.

he nods before leaning in for a comforting kiss. "let me take you out." he whispers.

you nod-

KNOCK KNOCK!

you glance behind you to look at the door.

"eren! its mikasa!" you both hear from the other side of the door.

you look back at him in confusion. "mikasa?"

he rolls his eyes.

"my girlfriend."

[ceasarslegion]

I mean this in the nicest possible way but somebodys media tastes do not inherently mean anything. And yes that includes if someone has positive associations or mixed feelings or anything short of total hatred of harry potter. I mean this in the nicest possible way but that series was one of the biggest cultural phenomenons of the 2000s whether you like it or not and you look like a massive asshole if you unironically go around saying shit like "if you ever liked harry potter i hope your transphobic ass dies." And if youre about to claim that i must support jkr and i must be a terf because i said this im informing you right now that that is the exact behavior this post is about.

I am so goddamn sick of people acting like hate campaigns against random ass people is an acceptable response to having had any association with the most popular childrens series of the 2000s at all. I am so goddamn sick of you chucklefucks acting like this is the pinnacle of trans activism or helps us at all. Do you think i give any hint of a fuck about what books someone read as a kid when i exist in the real world as a trans person who is affected by actual legislation? Do you think it helps me at all to be constantly reminded of an incredibly influential person who wants me dead who wont shut up, who you keep feeding attention to like your goddamn life depends on it every time she trolls for outrage on twitter? Do you think that helps us? Do you honestly think it helps us when you start talking about how people should lose their jobs over liking a book?

But sure. That youtuber with a video titled "i played the old and terrible goblet of fire game from start to finish" where they go haha look at how glitchy this is for 45 minutes is the most pressing issue in the world to us.

It also yknow, totally sounds amazing and helpful to how your cause looks to an outsider when you unironically say shit like "if you like that extremely popular book than you must be a terrible bigot who deserves to die." Youre not scaring anybody away and you are presenting us in the most favourable light to somebody on the fence who could still be swayed. Get it together.

[omgwhatchloe]

but what if i ask really nicely for more into on brain injury sean au

then i suppose…IF YOU INSIST…i might be compelled…

-first things first in this au sean has to change where EXACTLY he was walking on the ground on rhodes to alter where the bullet goes. one tiny half-step to the right when he turns, along with the shooter aiming just that tiny bit higher, and he gets shot through the skull, but survives.

now im not going to go into a lot of detail about where the bullet is in the brain and why he is reacting like this etc etc because even after research i dont know the ins and outs of it, so we’ll focus a lot more on his behaviour.

-so after the position of the shot is altered, they all expect him to be dead. miraculously, he is still alive on the floor of rhodes, but heavily unconscious. he is unconscious for two and a half weeks after they try their best to heal him. poor leopold strauss was NOT about to do any brain surgery and the bullet had to be left there. when he actually woke up, everyone was relieved and crowding him. however, he didnt say a word, he barely looked at them. he just laid where he was, staring, until they started to help him up and try to speak to him. within a few days, he had healed to his limit, meaning he could walk and start to move very uncoordinated.

-sean mumbles a lot unintelligibly to no one in particular. he doesnt speak intelligibly or respond when he’s spoken too, he doesnt even know someone is speaking to him. he opens his mouth when they try to feed him but wont make a single effort to feed himself as if he doesnt know how too. sometimes he can refuse to chew if he doesnt like the texture or taste, which is very often. he chews and swallows to fast, and it causes worry he will choke himself. he can technically walk but will not unless someone is actively moving him from one spot to another, so he has no urges to take care of himself and would spend all his time staring and mumbling if alone. he does sometimes reach his arms up to push at the people around him (not hard at all) but this pretty much means nothing, it doesnt mean he wants them to leave or is showing any sort of affection. when he gets angry suddenly, which can be often, he yells and hits (not very well) the people around him trying to calm him down. he can be calmed by having his face stroked, interestingly he doesnt care who does it. he cries too, when his mouth is being burnt by the food or he is just uncomfortable, like after an accident in which no one has tried to help him. when he cries, it can either be just completely silent tears like he doesnt know hes crying, or it can be accompanied by wailing.

-he also clenches his fists, pushes things in front of him around, pulls his own or others hair, kicks the dirt under him and chews when theres nothing in his mouth absentmindedly.

-of course, the gang are not caregivers. theyre murderers, outlaws or just very uneducated people. they try their best to take care of him for the first week after he wakes up, but sean has multiple accidents because no one tries to help him with ‘using the bathroom’ (well not really using a bathroom because theyre in the woods but yk what i mean). they have things they need to do and a lot of their plates are full even without sean, no one particularly WANTS to care for him, as awful as it may seem. they become easily frustrated at the complete lack of cooperation from him, even if it isnt his fault. they also become angry at each other around the whole situation.

-when sean gets upset or ignored in someone elses care, they rush to blame and berate each other about it. but the big elephant in the room is they do not want to be his caregiver, no one does. karen tried her best, but got quickly frustrated and angry at him, causing him to cry when yelled at (this was because it was a loud noise close to him, absolutely nothing to do with what she was saying). lenny got angry at her, and took over, only for find himself incredibly tired and frustrated within a few hours. despite being his partners/ex-partners, they feel helpless with him. they dont know why hes upset or what he wants most of the time, which means they cant help him. after a few days of lenny trying to help sean, prevent accidents, watch over him, cleaning him up, he actually walked out of camp. he spent a few days alone in the quiet because he genuinely couldn’t stand the camp or caring for sean anymore.

-he loved sean so much, but he couldnt stand the mumbling and the whining and the constant taps and hits. it was overwhelming, and he realised he couldnt do it. he couldn’t be his caregiver, he knew karen couldnt, he knew the women of the camp couldnt because they simply didnt know how too and got frustrated too. the men of the camp would never…so who? thats when he started to realise, along with everyone else, sean could not stay with them like this.

-so where would he go? that was the conversation, with many different arguments. only a few argued they could keep sean, but they were easily persuaded to change their minds. there was unfair suggestions, like dumping him on the side of the road. that was from micah, and he had the support of john, uncle and bill. eventually they decided he needed to be taken to an asylum or left at a state hospital, as sending him somewhere he’d be actually looked after was expensive and not guaranteed. micah had also suggested putting him down but was thankfully denied.

-lenny debating leaving with sean, becoming his caregiver, and he was really going to do it, until he actually cared for sean again for the next day and could barely leave him for a second. when he finally napped, lenny realised he himself had barely eaten, he hadnt touched his books, done his hair, or had any time for himself since he’d disappeared. god he wanted to care for sean but he just couldnt. the vision of their cottage he made up, where he cared for sean happily…while actually being happy…was unrealistic he realised. he’d always be angry and bored, and couldnt trust himself not to run away. he loved sean, he really did, he still wanted to cup his face and hold him close, but he couldn’t. a vital part of their previous relationship was dead with seans condition, and the rest was dying. sean didnt even recognise lenny, or any of them. he knew that for a fact because micah had bothered sean to get under his skin, sitting near him and trying to get his attention, and sean didnt react.

-the day before arthur was going to take him to a state hospital, their attitudes towards him changed. they had less frustration, more motivation, because they knew it was the last time theyd see and care for him. it made them feel a little uneasy when they thought of where he’d end up, with lenny feeling the worst about it. he still debated taking him and leaving the gang, but he knew he couldnt. he knew it would be the end of his life, his freedom, if he tried to care for him alone. but god the whole thing was killing him.

-they fed sean peaches, which he actually almost seemed to enjoy. he didnt spit anything out, though still lightly hit whoever was feeding him. he had no accidents that day, and napped mostly. he sat with the girls while they tidied him up, and spoke to him (with no response back). lenny read to him, even if he showed absolutely no interest and stared away from him. that night, they had a goodbye party and all actually paid attention to him, yes, dealing with him was easy that day, but that was because he was their main focus when normally he is not.

-ok lets end on a fluffy note where he sits with arthur and ‘watches’ his sketch. he enjoys the sound of the pencil against the pages, and seems to be almost smiling. they think he likes the sound of javier’s guitar, as he plays him a song. bill tries to give him whisky but is told no, but they do laugh when he tries too. lenny puts his arm around him and shifts his position so sean is cuddling into him. he falls asleep like that.

-he wakes the next day being kissed goodbye on the forehead by the girls as hes placed into the wagon. lenny sits in the back with him, holding him close. karen could barely bring herself to say goodbye. hosea and arthur drive, with hosea telling stories about sean when he first joined, especially his favourite, where sean got caught cheating at cards and stormed off to his bedroll. they had to lure him out and convince him to play again, and they promised to actually teach him how to play (as arthur had lied multiple times to him about the rules so he could win, poor sean didnt even know he was cheating.)

-they then arrive at the hospital, in ‘desperate need of aid as their friend has a bullet trapped in his head’.

[zed-the-buggy]

ok so larry and geeta

i really hate to rag on a character other people like for my own blorbo so uh, geeta fans i am so so sorry i would recommend skipping this post, i doubt its actually this deep </3 you are allowed to like her prommy

ok but ACtual analysis time, what the FUCK is up with larry and geeta (people who have never had a shitty two faced boss before ask. /j)

larry expresses anti institutional ideologies a lot, he wants to do things outside the system hes in will allow. he expresses a lot of negativity about his position, a lot of remarks which could rock the boat. which they HAVE with the amount of people now realizing most gym leaders have second jobs. and the system might! be kinda fucked! and deal shitty pay and is just kinda a whole gimmick of an industry in the whole universe. and larry sorta points directly at that, when he actively complains about Having to be a gym leader, Having to be an e4 member.

Geeta in this position would fucking hate Larrys guts! and would also point to her just quietly not saying anything when the player likes larry most. Because Geeta doesnt just dislike larry in this position. Geeta dislikes the ideals hes lowkey pioneering here. And when the player likes larry, its like the player is siding with larry. The player believes hes in the right, not Geeta, and it directly pits the player and Geeta at odds, in a very quiet way.

Geeta cant say shit. Geeta has to keep up the appearance of one big happy league full of amazing, positive members and they're all strong and etc etc. She keeps the facade of the entire league. Whether she genuinely loves the league or not, she has to keep an incredibly dedicated face up about the view of the league. But this same rule doesn't apply in private. The gym leaders, her workers have to keep that facade also, especially with Geeta, but Geeta doesnt have to give them that same light of day. Geeta can do whatever she wants, and the gym leaders just kinda have to deal with it.

i very much believe geeta and larrys relationship proposes this really. really sad idea. because geeta is larrys boss, and they. really dont like eachother! and geeta has. power. larry is afraid she will "dock his pay" for chitchat. but really it comes down to his chit chat going against the status quo, the status quo which Geeta benefits from. And ultimately, she does have the power to dock him for chit chat. She can rob him for being honest. And while Geeta's true treatment of the gym leaders as a manager will probably remain unknown, Larry's existence really offers the idea that it's probably not a great role.

Larry is not special. And thats the problem. Hes not breaking ass to go all out on a cute gimmick, hes not loving the institution as much as everyone else is to the point of doing more than its worth. Hes just doing the bare minimum to get by. Actively complains about his job, which for people in the right spheres it could seem like a huge deal to be a gym leader, and an elite four member. like bro! thats awesome! you just get to do pokemon battles all day! but really its not. once you live in the system, and you get sick enough of it, it loses its luster, and you realize that its just another grind, dodging pay cuts, trying to please the right people and constantly bust ass just to pay for the rent on your apartment and maybe groceries.

Larry is a pawn in the same system as everyone else. Geeta needs larry to be special. But he wont be. And Geeta doesn't take well to that.

Thats why hes the exceptional ordinary man. His ordinariness is what makes him the exception.

[lavenderbrigade]

Hey dude, I'm trying to check in on some of my American friends, how are you holding up?

Hey man, I appreciate it. A lot more than you know.

I’m not doing great, honestly. It’s a very, very scary time to be trans, queer, and disabled right now. I’m sad, and tired. Even if I personally will likely be okay, I’m mourning for the thousands more of my community, and outside of it, who wont be. I’m sad, tired, and really scared for the future.

But I live in a blue state, so my activism begins here. I have to do what I can to fight for those who can’t.

@photographicapparitions is visiting me right now. I’m beyond grateful to have them here with me- their composure is my saving grace. Tengen has been reminding me that we’ll be okay. And he’s right- we will be. We just have to stick together. Community is our final refuge in an age like this one.

Not to be incredibly predictably cliche, but the flow of time does indeed wait for no one. It will not stand patiently by as we grieve. Our resistance is now, and our community is essential.

We have to set our hearts ablaze. It’s the only way through.

Thank you for checking in, Pulim. Sorry our country is a wreck who affects the entire world with our incompetence lmao

[fairycosmos]

I'm sorry to do this bc I know you get so many ppl venting and you have your own shit to deal with and yet ppl on here constantly implicitly ask you to console them which is incredibly emotionally labour intensive. However all that being said. I found out my cat who is 9 but is very young looking and active and shows no sign of pain or suffering has large cell lymphoma (general prognosis 6-9 months) and I'm literally broken. She's my best friend. I've been through years where I've had no friends but I've always had her and she's everything to me and I've known a lot of cats who live to late teens so I had expected that for her and this has come out of nowhere and is just so soul destroying because she is my whole world and I love her so so much. she's literally saved my life (have been at the point of kms so many times but didn't for her) and now she probably wont be here next year and I don't know how to keep existing without her and I didn't know who else to tell. I really appreciate your kind and honest presence on this site it's very cleansing and healing and ik this is a parasocial thing to say/feel but you are like a friend to so many. so thanks. even just having a space to say this stuff is invaluable. You have helped and comforted and offered love and insight to so many people despite your own suffering. Much love to you, I hope the universe treats you with lots of kindness going forward.

i am so so sorry to hear this - sometimes i honestly can't believe how cruel life can be. i wish there was something tangible i could say that would make a change to what you're feeling but my experience with grief (all types of grief esp preemptive grief like what you're dealing with) has proven to me that words often ring hollow when you're going through it. i do want to offer some understanding and some comfort despite that, i just know it may be hard for you to register right now and that's alright. losing a pet is so so deeply painful and it's completely normal to be devastated and taken aback by this news - anyone would be. at the same time it sounds like your cat is deeply lucky to have you and to be loved so completely by someone. while what you're both going through is horrific, i am so glad she has you to take care of her and that she ended up having a wonderful life with you - the gift you have given her and continue to give her every day just by being her owner is huge and i hope you continue to remind yourself that as you confront there next few months. she is warm and fed and taken care of and she has the best chance of living longer with her condition bc of the care and love you continue to show her. i know this is much much easier said than done but please try to take it one day at a time and make every moment count with her - it's easy to get lost in the idea of losing her but she is still here and you still have time together, albeit not as much time as you both deserve. i can't stand how much of a gamble of luck everything seems to be and how horrible things happen to ppl and animals who truly deserve so much more - that anger, despair and incredulity still hits me day after day and i feel it very hard on your behalf rn. you have every right in the world to process that sense of feeling like your soul has been destroyed on whatever timeline works for you. as long as you continue to move forward, hour to hour or minute to minute despite it all.

are you able to talk to any friends/family about this? i only ask bc pet loss is one of the hardest things in the world to go through and i think having some sort of super system could make the days feel a little more manageable. if not, please feel free to message me and share updates, stories, vents etc about your cat and how you're doing - i lost my childhood dog a few yrs back and i do understand. it's such a heavy feeling to carry around with you all the time. i would also recommend joining a pet loss support group as another option too, bc so so many people sadly completely get what youre going through. i hope your little girl is doing OK today and that you are taking care of yourself as much as you feel able to as you process this news. if you need to break down, go to sleep, scream, punch pillows, be numb - that's alright. there's no wrong way to react to this. i just hope you give yourself some grace as you do. sending so so much love to you both - and thank you so much for the insanely kind words by the way. you didn't have to say that and it really made my night better that you did. so sorry you're in this position. X

[zooone]

hi friends!

despite not being as active, i felt like there was a need to speak on the elephant in the room. this is not at all in any way me taking sides for anything nor is it me being unsupportive of victims of domestic abuse. i just wanted to let the status of my blog be known.

until things are confirmed (and that doesnt mean there should be a rush to confirm anything, as shubble tweeted), i wont be posting about wilbur or lovejoy or anything of the sort. i feel that its the right decision as of now.

my blog will of course stay up, as will my fics, but i wont continue writing for wilbur. and if the claims turn out to be true, ill take down my fics in respect of that.

what will my blog look like now? in entire honesty, im not sure. ive been wanting to become an oc blog for quite a while now but theyre so sacred to flore and i, and im not sure if people will like it or not. regardless, if i get the okay from flore, the blog has the Potential of becoming something for my ocs :,) if not, maybe a new interest will take place of it >.< but rn my main interest is my ocs

still, however, this blog will always be a place in which you can talk to me. i dont want to let go of that prospect since its the point of the creation of this account, and i love interacting with each and every one of you. do not be afraid to talk !

i hope this could answer things about the future of my blog :^) <3 if you have any questions, lmk ! or if you just wish to talk, i am here. however, this was not the only goal of this post;

as i stated before, this is in no way me trying to steer the discussion away from the issue at hand, nor is it me trying to state what i believe and what i dont, and nor is it me trying to pressure shubble to name her abuser. no matter who it was, it was still abuse, and my love goes out to shubble as well as every single domestic abuse victim out there. you are all incredibly strong and deserving of so much more. i wish you all health and healing always 💝 i have some resources below for anyone struggling with this !

800-799-7233

the national domestic violence hotline

local resource search

what is domestic abuse / common questions

what is domestic abuse / common signs of domestic abuse

all of these links have a button to quickly exit the website, just in case <3 this is also only a mere fraction of ways that you can get help. if anyone has more resources, feel free to let me know!

again, my heart goes out to all the victims out there who struggle with this awful situation. i wish everyone the best as always

[echoesofadream]

is adhd medicine (concerta) supposed to make me feel like this

-all the ways which when it comes to function, I am more, and all the ways I am not I am less

- i do things super fast, everything is a hurry .I get things done but a most of them are bullshit like tumblr blogging or checking every internet chronic kpop fan fomo outlet there is .

-I cant do something that isnt top priority in the world because I cant relax enough to do that. its better to sit on the floor and be in prepared mode instead of reading or painting or anything like that

-i have never been on speed but I would assume it feels like this based of the name

-I feel like I can do anything! except read a single page of text of course. thats literally impossible

-everything is on fire I need to put the fire out. right now. first though. where is it

-cant do anything that doesnt give instant gratification (what I mean by adhd medicine induced adhd)

-did I mention that Im quick. and super active. wait the h in adhd stands for hyperactivity....this is wrong...I do this and this and this and this and this and STOP. IM STUCK:

-incredibly hard to move out of situation when im stuck in it. like i could be doing ANYTHING and im like. I cant stop. doing this. whatever it is. I cant move on. this is a familiar feeling that everyone has including me before medicine but now it's like. so much worse. you know the feeling when you cant get out of bed. or youre in the couch and too lazy to get ready for bed. this is like that but dream (nightmares when you cant move) level of lethargy. its like im sitting at the kitchen table. I just got home. but then it's been three hours. and Im still sitting there doing whatever im doing. it's like. so bad. im like. I need to shower. okay this has been sort of an obstacle for me sometimes. but now it's like. shower. I need to shower. hours pass. I havent showered. maybe I just wont shower today. this dysfunction is making me realize how functional I can be in some areas of daily life actually.

-^above would be good if I was working a busy job when things happened all at once. and I had to get things done and not get distracted. but im literally an unemployed uni dropout. im trying to increase my level of focus. im trying to learn how to be in the present and breathe and be less anxious. this medicine is doing the absolute opposite for me. I started this medication because I want to be able to study but how is this supposed to help be in any area in life except like working at the ER or if my job is just answering emails and that kind of thing. all I can do right now is make posts, talk during movies (never been a me thing im very serious about silence during film watching), have a stomach ache and too fast heartbeat, actually work on a novel instead of creating a document that I abandon after the first and only time I write on it, be anxious, eat hot chip and lie

Help??`????????

[supertinytins]

hiiii do you have any suggestions for getting into mcsr? ive seen a couple set seed runs(amazing, incredible) and some random ones, and of course some drama videos, but id like to. yanno. actually get into it. are there any gateway streamers/yters you suggest?

HI SORRY ANON i had this saved to my drafts a few days ago and then forgot to post it </3

I highly recommend Couriway to start off with! he streams often, and has plenty of videos on his youtube with analysis, tips and tricks, and just general mcsr content!

if you want people who stream regularly, Feinberg, silverrruns, 7rowl, Fulham, and President_Poundcake have all been fairly active recently! the former three tend to do longer streams (like 6-8 hours) whereas the latter two wont usually be as long

Alissster, HBG Highlights and Biggest Bee all have highlight comps from many different streamers. hbg highlights covering hbg streamers specifically, the other two having a wider vatiety

pikaJ and The Weekly Thing make "history of mcsr" of a similar style to summoning salt. Marcus Fireworks has also been making similar videos recently, often focusing on ssg specifically

theres also some tournaments that are ongoing, namely esi3, hosted on AntoLne and T_Wagz' channels, and the mcsr ranked tourney, hosted on feinberg's channel. (as of me posting this, the ranked semifinals + finals are happening right now! be sure to watch!!)

here is a list of some smaller/non hbg streamers made by @s3er! if youre searching for runners who do specific categories or stream in certain languages be sure to check it out

finally, here is a playlist made by @felinedetached which includes a brief history of mcsr as well as some notable runs from over the years. some parts do need updating but i wanted to include it anyway

have fun anon :>

[the-crimson]

After having time to mull over Dapper’s lore today I’m still just… devastated. I was theorizing this whole grand scheme with the federation but the reality was so much simpler yet so much worse.

Tw mentions of suicide and self harm

Dapper is incredibly depressed and thinks of themself as a tool, as worthless unless they are useful to the island. They don’t find enjoyment in their projects anymore and never finished many of them because they see no point. Dapper is actively committing self harm and is this close to killing themself through the Soul Vultures. They didn’t even seem worried at that possibility in their journal.

A lot of people in these situations take on incredibly dangerous tasks like this as an often subconscious form of suicide. If they die for the greater good then it’s okay. It’s worth it. Because dying trying to be useful is better than living and feeling useless.

Dapper thinks that making this potion easily accessible to the players will make them happy because they will be useful again but it wont and they are starting to realize that as seen towards the end of the journal. Dapper is screaming for help but she can’t reach out herself because she doesn’t want to burden anyone or put her family in danger. This entire project was a coping mechanism for his crippling depression and feelings of worthlessness - and a method of self harm and slow suicide - and now that it seems that they are done with the project… Dapper is gonna hit a cross roads.

Either they are gonna break and spill everything to Bad or they are gonna break and do something even more self destructive that may lead in their death but will 100% worsen their mental health.

Dapper needs serious help and support from his family right now. The birthday party today was massive and I think it’s a big step in the Dapper spilling the beans direction but Bad needs to step in. Not even as a “he’s the parent” but as a human. As a person. If u see someone committing self harm then u need to step in and help however you can before this person does something irreversible. As Dapper’s parent, Bad is the only person who could step in without causing further damage.

And Bad knows what Dapper is going through because Bad feels the exact same way. Like a tool. Like he is a hammer instead of the person wielding the hammer. Their situations are different for sure but they are similar enough that Bad can empathize with Dapper and help pull her out of this spiral the way no one else can.

I don’t even think Dapper will be upset at Bad invading their privacy because everything they’ve done over the last week has been a silent but desperate cry for help. They even said in their journal they want to tell bad they want to share this burden so desperately it’s tearing them apart.

Right now, more than anything, Dapper needs a solid support structure and he got that today with Bad and Pomme. Going forwards, Dapper is going to need them both (and Baghera but she’s kidnapped so, you know)

Hopefully during tomorrow’s stream Bad and Dapper will talk because Dapper is so close to spiraling completely and it’s not their fault. Dapper’s just a kid whose watched all their siblings die and been hunted and murdered themself. They are trapped in a gilded cage with everyone on the island, helplessly waiting for the day everything ends.

They are just a kid

[fallenclan]

OHHH RAMKIT HAS MY WHOLE HEART... BLOWING YOU UP FOR CINDERKIT OTTERSLIP PARALLEL PANEL THE OTHER DAY ALSO!!!!! THEYRE BOTH IMMENSELY SWEET...

And ohhhh... Yewberry apprentice!! Purroud of him... Absolutely ADORE Thistlepaw also, their traits are incredibly endearing - ALSO LEFT THIS ASK SITTING FOR A DAY SO JUST SLIGHTLY OUTDATED BUT BOULDERSTEP EARLY GRADUATION? INCREDIBLY PROUD OF HIM FUCK YEAH :3 oh he's doing so well... It seems like he's acclimating okay after a moon, it's good to see. (AND he got the good kitsitter trait... Ue ue ue.)

BUT! The point of this ask. I like to imagine Boulder and Thistle might get on okay as both newcomers around the same age... Boulderstep trying to find his place in Fallenclan, having hailed from the clan they're at war with, Thistlepaw abandoned and having to find her place in a clan at all - I think the commonality would be a good bonding point! Boulder not having to worry as much about being scrutinized for his origins and any little differing quirks of clan culture, Thistle getting to share time with a peer going through a similar struggle - both were made to leave their homes, one way or another. Plus I think the ambitious trait could be a good foil to the gloomy one... Hehe. I just think they could be comrades

(Thistlepaw - gloomy - quick to make peace) (Boulderpaw - ambitious - active imagination - good hunter)

(^ forgot to get one for boulderstep but if I leave to I'll lose ask progress. Alas)

ALSO how is Yewberry doing with both kits and an apprentice simultaneously? Optional (squishing him)

(this one's kinda a mess apologies) (- 🐈‍⬛)

AA black cat im always so happy to get an ask from you. you have so many good thoughts

boulder and thistle WOULD BE and ARE best friends ever. you're so right the fact that they're both technically outsiders would be such a good bonding point for them,, AND they both joined so close together!! i feel like boulder would acclimate a little quicker since he's used to a clan life (albeit a different sort) and then could do a lot to help thistle acclimate as well. them <33

FUN FACT FOR YOU. exactly one moon after Boulder's apprentice ceremony his trait changed from ambitious to insecure,, little sad for him but also gets along well with Thistle's nervous trait. both silly shy little fellas who want to do the best for their new clan

YEW IS DOING WELL!! he's currently giving advice to someone but i wont post the screenshot because the cat is spoilers :) but looking at Thistle's history now that she's a warrior (im a few moons ahead) i think he did an excellent job. and he's close to both of his kits still! proud of him

[spaceless-vacuum]

Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Koridai x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 728

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ once again I wrote something from this list of prompts about forced cuddling. This is number 4 from the list and I plan in getting all of them done at some point!

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ first person pov, kidnapping, drugged, half unconcious reader, dub-con cuddling

It was useless. No matter how hard I tried to struggle I couldn't muster the strength to move, much less fight back against Koridai as he rolled me over in my bedroll. He had woken me up in the middle of the night by just being himself. His habits and mannerisms were always a little off putting but no more so than usual that night. He was hanging around closer than I would have preferred and making his bedroll not even a foot away from mine. If he wanted to move closer he could ask but instead he just pretended to be sneaky in his attempts to roll closer to me throughout the night.

I had my growing suspicions that this knight wasn't all that met the eye but I didn't think he would actively drug me. This was the most condemning thing he had done and if it were possible to get away I would have tried to run back to town. It was only a few days away but he couldn't keep me like this forever could he?

It was the pain in my neck that told me something was wrong but my body felt oddly weightless, and far too heavy to move. I had no choice but to lay here. Koridai moved my arm to the side so he could snuggle into my chest. My bedroll couldn't cover both of us and he seemed to realise this part way through making himself comfortable. He groaned audibly and muttered a curse under his breath as he got up and dragged his own bedroll next to mine.

He set it down and moved it as close to me as possible and then laid back down. I just watched him with half closed eyelids while hoping he would just leave.

Once again he laid down next to me and laid one of my arms over his shoulder. Intertwining me with him so we were laying like two lovers about to rest rather than a friend and their terrifying hero. He acted so calmly about it. I stared blankly at him as he eyed me up and down. Taking in what I looked like in my nightgown. It wasn't like it was anything revealing, couldn't have been in this weather, but by the deep red blush on his face I could tell he still thought of this as incredibly scandalous.

Which just made his actions all the more questionable. He turned around, placing his back to my chest. Still holding my arm he wrapped it around him. Properly making me the big spoon as he pressed himself flush against my body. I tried to wriggle away but all I could manage to do was slightly shift my weight from one side to another. It was useless. As of right now there was no way to fight.

Even if I could move there was no doubt in my mind that it would be a tough fight if Link really wanted to make it difficult. The only thing saving me seemed to be his knightly principles. I'm pretty sure that he would blush if I showed him my ankles in a suggestive manner. His greatest downfall was his own love. He was just a blushing mess if you hit him in the right spot. That didn't mean he wasn't dangerous if you made an enemy of him but I was stuck and there was no way out; but I was aware of my own safety and how I wasn't in any real danger. 

What a strange situation. I groaned and tried to get some thoughts out but it was too difficult to say anything with the fog over my brain. I was falling asleep as it was and there was nothing I could do to stop the peaceful pull over my eyelids.

“Promise you wont be mad once morning hits?” he asked. His voice was quiet and hopeful. I was going to attempt a response but nothing came out. It was too late for me to say anything. He laughed. A small chuckle at first but then it got louder. He took a deep breath and stayed quiet as he spoke. His back was still towards me so it was harder to make out the words.

“Next morning you won't remember this, but that's ok love. I'll remember this moment of ours.” 

[aye-jaye-2005]

having horny 'lus thoughts, and once my request was answered, i'm having horny lus/swiss thoughts, so may i introduce

ON MY HAND - Cumulus x Swiss

(for lack of a better title, i'm lazy 😭)

⛧Summary: We know the ghouls are already feral during full moons, but what about a blue moon? (for anyone who doesn't know, a blue moon is when there is two full moons in the same month)

⛧A/N: my husband wanted piss, so piss he shall receive. and thank you to @cumulus-cloudss for telling me which pairing to do (hope you don't mind that i tagged you!) (bits and pieces of this are also inspired by miasma's work, i wont tag her in this one but i will link their blog here. her work is absolutely incredible, i highly suggest reading some of their fics at least once!)

⛧Content Warnings: Brief reference to heat/rut cycle, Mild Body Worship (Swiss is down so bad for her tits), Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm from Fingering, Squirting, Piss/Forced Piss/Piss Kink

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Usually, Cumulus is not one to actively go hunt for another ghoul to mate with.

But tonight, on the blue moon... Belial, she can hardly contain her sopping cunt. The further the moon rises, the worse it gets.

Swiss can smell it on her - the sickly sweet, honeyed scent of her arousal. He's always feral on full moons, and now the blue moon is making it ten times worse. As soon as he smells the heat on her, he can hardly contain himself.

He opens her door to see her sitting at her desk, cheeks flushed.

"Blue moon got you too?" Swiss doesn't need her to respond to know the answer - the smell is so thick on her it's almost intoxicating. He's already so pussydrunk, and they both still have their clothes on.

Cumulus nods to him. "I can see it's got you." she hums roughly. Her eyes glance down for a brief moment to the aching tent in his jeans.

"Fuck, 'Lus-" he can't wait another second, he takes a few powerful strides forward and crashes their lips together.

In a whirlwind of aching heat, shirts discarded, Cumulus pinned under Swiss, he's practically drooling over her plump breasts.

She unhooks her bra and slides the straps down her arms, discarding it to the floor. Swiss can't tear his eyes away, he's burying his face into the soft skin of her tits, massaging them.

"Oh, there's m' girl..." he purrs into her. His lips are wet over the soft skin, claws massaging and squeezing. He leaves generous kisses over her stretch marks, in his wake is a trail of damp saliva. He could spend all night simply worshipping her tits, her fuckin' gorgeous body.

Cumulus is patient with Swiss, letting him squish his face into her breasts, hands squeezing and rubbing. Her slick, puffy clit is begging for attention, but she waits.

Swiss does not make her wait forever - he is feeling giving tonight.

Their pants are discarded, Swiss runs more kisses over the stretch of her belly and thighs. It's one of his favorite parts of Cumulus, the pale marks. He could spend the entire evening only paying attention to them, but he can see the stain of slick on her panties, she's absolutely sopping wet with need.

"You want these off, 'Lus?" he purrs. "Need 'em off?"

Cumulus exhales lowly and nods. Swiss is quick to oblige, discarding their final garments to the floor. He spreads her folds open, taking in the sight of her glistening slick. It takes all his willpower to not just clean her up right now, drink her in.

He's rubbing the calloused pad of his thumb in that way she likes, getting small whines to escape her lips. "Oh, Lucifer, Swiss-" she pants out. He knows how to practically tear her inside out with pleasure as his thumb continues.

"You want more, cloud? Need more?" Swiss knows his words are repetitive, but he likes to say them, and Cumulus likes to hear them.

Another whine falls from her lips. "Need you, Swiss, please-" She is not usually a beggar, but her dripping cunt has never been more needy for attention.

Swiss again obliges her. Lucifer, she's wet, and she's loose too. His finger curls up inside her, finding that magical, spongey trail of flesh inside her. A high-pitched moan escapes her lips as her hips buck and arch. Oh, she likes that.

One finger is barely enough, Swiss is quick to add a second. He slides in so easily, covering his fingers with the slick that coats her gummy cunt. His fingers are relentless, knowing exactly what to rub against.

"Fuck, Swiss- Faster, go faster-" Her hands grip at the sheets as her chest rises and falls. He is quick to obey her, wanting to hear all those noises he knows she'll make. Her face contorts with pleasure as his fingers pump inside her.

A breathy moan escapes her lips as goosebumps erupt over her body. It's almost humiliating to be so close so quickly, so easily, but the blue moon does that to everyone. Her body heats up as her climax nears dangerously close.

"Swiss- Swiss, 'm gonna- Satan-"

"Go on, 'Lus. Make a mess of my fingers. Lemme feel it." Swiss hums.

Her sticky cunt clenches around his fingers. Cumulus swears under her breath, before relaxing into her orgasm, each breath edged with a light moan. Careful, careful, if you relax too much you'll-

"Oh, 'Lus, gimmie that too. Fuck, let me see it, love-" She's squirted onto his hand a little, and now he's not gonna let that go to waste. He's got a hand on her belly, slowly starting to press.

Cumulus can feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She's tempted to refuse, to protest, what about her sheets but how can she deny those sweet, honey eyes?

"You're dehydrated, 'Lus. You gotta drink more." He teases as his hand pressed harder. Her bladder doesn't have much to offer, but Swiss milks as much of it as he can out of her. In all reality, he wants her to drink more purely so he can make her wait, but that's for another time.

They've made a wet mess of the sheets, a combination of slick and piss. Swiss picks her up in his strong arms, moving her to the bathroom so she can clean up and he can change the sheets.

"Go on, love, get cleaned up." he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Take a nice warm shower, treat yourself nice. Maybe we can go for round two?"

Cumulus shivers at the offer. She's never one to deny herself more pleasure, after all.

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and i'm gonna call it there, cause writing aftercare is not my strong suit and i got lazy and my bf is BEGGING to read it. hope you enjoyed, and thank you again to the cumulus blog i tagged above for making the choice of ship. (and no thanks to miasma for giving me a damn piss kink /J I LOVE U MIASMA)

[auricbound]

man, it's been a while since i posted here properly. it's been an enlightening past two days to say the least and it's all got me reflecting not only on my time here but also the future for this blog, my lore, etc. so...

have a pretty big dump under the cut. this'll be long, i feel like i have a lot to cover. i dunno who'll even read it, but i feel it's worth getting out there anyways.

so. yeah! been a while. been a LONG fucking while. im 21 now, turning 22 soon; almost 3 years have passed since i put this blog in its weird hiatus state. prior to that i was active a lot, writing a lot - i genuinely was extremely happy. in a way, i still am - but that only came after a very, VERY involved few years of consistent therapy appointments and learning to write for myself to somehow see my ideas through instead of pushing myself to be here.

so. should probably talk about that. i wont go into mega details because it's *done* and i don't want to bring a carcass to the surface, but i *do* want to give it a gravestone.

september and october of 2021 are the two months i can easily say are up there on some of the worst of my entire life. a lot of my own personal experience with my muse - with goldie - practically *died* during that span of time as a result of the things that happened. some of you might have an *idea* of things, and if so, please - don't bring it up, don't ask me or anyone else about it. i'm making this post for me, for my OWN catharsis. if people don't like that, *don't make it my problem.*

i don't fear people knowing, i just... i don't want to constantly have things be brought back and forth. im only just now realizing that what i went through *was not a singular experience*, and that it was a pattern of behavior that i wasn't *alone* in. for the longest time, i thought i was genuinely and completely alone in the fact that no one could really attest to what i went through except for one person who helped me through all of it alongside my own personal friendgroup separate from the rpc. turns out, i'm not, and that has been incredibly validating and actually has done a lot more for my confidence in the past 48 hours than i realized it could.

i hate the month of hell. i hate everything about it. i hate how it made me feel, how i couldnt do my internship without being constantly pressured to do something else for the sake of other people, how i was constantly made out to be someone who caused the problems and couldn't compromise or apologize when that really, really wasn't the whole truth. i've spent *years* in therapy just to affirm that i wasnt crazy and that it wasn't fair to treat me - a then 19 year old - as someone who couldn't make mistakes and was expected to just KNOW things and norms despite it being known that i *didnt* get things immediately. realizing i'm autistic has been a struggle that lasted *years* and if i'd known it then, it would have made me more receptive to how badly i was being treated instead of just sitting down and taking it and BLAMING myself for it. i hate that i was talked about to other people after the fact even though i explicitly kept my struggles out of talks with rpc friends.

i hate everything about what happened that year. and i hate that it ripped ed away from me for a good while and sent me into a horrible mental state that i took a really, REALLY long time to recover from - and even then, i'm still not 100%. i still have triggers that send me right back to that year. i still have things that remind me exactly of all the shit that happened. my health issues haven't gotten better since that month exacerbated them, but they haven't gotten worse - just a way of showcasing recovery, i guess.

2021, for better or for worse, broke me. it stole away my love for writing and my ability to do art for a while. i finally picked up the pieces and now they're melted back together, but there's nothing that'll change how badly it effected me and jeopardized one of my deepest mun-muse connections i'd ever had because i was accused of not being able to separate mun vs muse.

but i'm getting better. i'm being better. slowly but surely, i'm building my own personal safe space filled with people who will actually confront me for the things i do wrong *without* being afraid to even TALK to me. that wasn't easy, not by a longshot - but i'm happier like this. i'm thriving like this. because of the safe space i've built, i've been able to write *thousands* of words for fics for this very lore and all the things that came from it. i've been living my best life on my artblog, @aubodied , because i decided i was GOING to enjoy things without all of this bitterness being attached to it, because i'll probably *never* get accountability for what happened to me. i'm learning to live life without looking back on all of it.

it's been a wild ride. and now i don't feel like i have to isolate myself anymore now that i KNOW i'm not alone. so someday - i don't know if it will be soon or not, but SOMEDAY - i'll come back here. i'll start writing again with other people, actively. until then, i'm always open to be reached out to to talk or other things. i want to reconnect, and even though that'll be a long process, i WANT to restore the feeling of home i made for myself in this rpc.

so... hi. i'm evy. i also go by vee. i use he/they/she pronouns (strongly preferring he at the moment), and i'm proudly autistic and navigating the world with those lenses. i love videogames and i stream sometimes alongside doing personal art for my obsession with edling as a ship. i'd be happy to be your writing partner someday. i'd be happy just to make rpc friends again someday. 2021 was awful for me, but i've finally moved on without fear of being able to talk about this - now i want to thrive.

so thank you for listening to me, if you read this. i hope we can talk again soon. and remember - i'm always here if someone wants to reach out.

[elissbabby]

hii!! i hope ur doing well and that your life is going how you want it to<3

i desperately need relationship advice!! so effectively my bf (we're long distance) is such a sweetheart but he's incredibly active online. along with this he expects me to be the same and text him all the time. i want to text him but im really shy and i dont want to accidentally interrupt him or make him mad because i cant be as active as him. what do i do??

i hope you have/had an amazing day and stay safe!! xoxo

hiii angel face <3 life is good right now, thank you for asking and i hope all is well for you too! ♡

tbh i'm the last person you should take relationship advice from lol.

i think you should be honest with him about your feelings and the fact you aren' able to be online all the time. it's completely okay to not have time for your significant other all the time, so if he is a real man he understands where you are coming from and wont get mad at you for simply expressing your feelings.

ily and i hope you have/had an amazing day as well!! ♡