#im going to make part 2 tmrw

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catney dynamic fully explained part 1

(GONE WRONG) ((GONE SEXUAL))

tw vomit, mentions of physical and sexual assault, usual whitney antics (though hes a bit crueler that usual so be warned !!) this also is super duper long

even though i hate whitney theyre definitely the li i mention the most on this blog, the reason why that is because theyre kinda important to care as a character. so whats the deal with care and whitney hm? well its a lot and really complex… let me start with something easy to digest. what does whitney think of care?

early game whitney didnt like care that much. i explained it in a headcanon post of mine but whitney sees care differently from his other victims for reasons he didnt understand. for him, there was this ever expanding interest with care. “why do i find her so interesting? fuck, i dont know, and i dont know how to deal with this so i’ll just be more violent to her” and as usual whitney was truly awful to care early game.

care started off as a submissive pc so you can imagine that she absolutely was not having a good time during any encounter with whitney. because she couldnt defend herself, she absolutely avoided whitney however she could. i have some really funny early game care experiences to tell and they all involve whitney. so before care really fell in love with sydney she was with kylar frequently and this led to more whitney encounters. particularly during lunchtime.

care being submissive and having a good english grade meant that apologizing is quite effective so she would apologize and the assailant stops beating the shit out of her. knowing that she would be there for him whitney would harass kylar when they were eating lunch together. whitney would pounce on her, she would apologize “for being a bad girl” and he’d stop being so rough with her. this happened multiple times and during every encounter that she went through whitney came, even though she didnt touch him at all. this leading me to imagine him sucking and slobbering all over her face like a leech while desperately humping her chastity belt while the whole lunchroom watches and flims it. on multiple occasions. poor care, even if her dignity was sacrificed atleast she kept her virginity

as time went on and care became more willing to fight back and defend herself, whitney became obsessed with her basically? the more she fought back, the more turned on he would get and be more cruel to her. something something love and hatred being one of the same. no matter what he did to her now, she wouldn’t tolerate it, even if that meant the encounter ending with him tearing off all her clothes after punching her repeatedly in the stomach. even if that meant she would go through way more pain than if she just let him do whatever he wants, still she would fight him back for as long as she could.

the worst experience hes ever put her through is when his dominance was low and he was really desperate. he knew that he was going to lose his status as “most fearsome bully at oxford school” or whatever the hell he thinks about himself and decided to do something he never usually did, he allowed his friends to touch care. or more accurately hold her down and cover her mouth so the teachers would hear her screaming while he put out his cigarettes on her tummy. she fought and struggled the whole time even though she was being beaten by multiple people. whitneys friends probably thought this was going to be easy entertainment but it was the exact opposite. no one had a good afternoon that day. shortly after that incident is when the real tragedy happens.

when whitneys dismissal happened (right after she passed out from escaping kylars manors) care was extremely out of it and not fully there. very much “the lights are on but no ones home”. she could barely register what whitney had even said to her let alone comprehend it, all she knew that she her hands were tied and whitney was right in front of her. it wasn’t until she saw whitney get smacked loudly that she was able to come back to earth a little. whatever the woman said to him was fuzzy to her but, she can recall every nano second of what happened after that.

seeing whitney beg and cry is fully burned into her retinas forever, something she sees everytime she closes her eyes at night, something she thinks about almost constantly. the sight of him so looking so desperate, pathetic, and hopeless, unlocked pandoras box in her mind. in reality in was like only a minute but for care it was like the equivalent of heaven. not a single orgasm she’s ever experienced could compare to the ecstasy and bliss she felt in that moment. (not counting the ones ivory wraith gave her) she only understand 2 things in this moment, “i want to see whitney cry more” and that “if whitney gets taken away, i wouldnt be able to see him cry anymore” and her body moved on its own.

she was in a total manic state after that and didn’t look back at whitney before he ran away. that moment just kept playing in her head on loop until her feet carried her back to the temple. while she undid her bindings, while she showered, while she cleaned the bunkers, while she fell asleep that night. the next day when she woke up she knew immediately what this meant for her. “i want to hurt him. i want to hurt him so badly so i can see that face again. i want to devastate him” once she realized that, the panic set it immediately. how can she a symbol of purity if she has thoughts of torturing somebody else??? what would virgo think ?? how long until my angel tf disappears??? what would sydney think of me?? what would jordan think??? everyone would be so disappointed in me !!!!!

her thoughts range from fantasies of wanting to kidnap whitney and torture him slowly, like removing one body part a day until he slowly bleeds out and dies. or just finding him alone one night and going on a rampage on his body with a weapon until his corpse just looks like raw ground beef. its not just physical torture too, its also all sexual fantasies too.

“how far back could i shove my dick in his mouth until he vomits? how much would he vomit? i wonder if i could make him swallow it back up” “how wide could his asshole stretch until it tears? i wonder how much he could take” “if i broke both of his legs he would have no choice but to completely rely on me for everything, and i would never let them heal. i would keep breaking them over and over” “i could definitely spike his beer and carry him to the back of the pub and watch him get raped. hes so pretty, people would pay so much money for him” constant and endless thoughts like that.

she feels terrible for thinking like that but she cant stop. whitney crying is the hottest thing shes ever seen, this combined with her regular sexual frustrations is a mix from hell. a thought criminal, a prisoner in her own mind, the worst victim in this godforsaken place, and a sad pathetic girl.

[ilypaigebuckets]

could u write hc about going to a party with Caitlin?

Going to a Party w/ Caitlin Clark

hey guys i’m so sorry but im not feeling too well so im just going to write headcannons tonight and ill finish up/start oneshot requests tmrw! i don’t have a lot of requests so if you’d like to leave one feel free to:) i also have some ideas so stay tuned for that!

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- Caitlin is really protective of you whenever she takes you to parties. Her arm is always snaked around your waist

- If people try to buy you drinks she’ll get upset and tell them off

- “She’s taken man. you can go now :)”

- you guys turn it up on the dance floor, and dance to literally anything

- She doesn’t drink too much. she wants to be alert for when you inevitably get absolutely hammered

- If you feel uncomfortable? no problem. she’ll take you home and you guys will spend the night together watching movies and doing your skincare routine. she’s more of a homebody anyways.

- If you’re an emotional drunk, she’ll just hold you and listen to whatever you’re saying.

- “what’s that baby? justin and selena broke up? i know baby girl i know it’s sad”

- If you’re a touchy drunk, she lets you touch her as much as you want

- as long as you keep it pg, she doesn’t wanna do anything while she’s sober and you’re drunk because she doesn’t want you to feel like she took advantage of you

- she is in one of 2 moods when you wake up with a hangover.

- she’ll either be super sweet and snuggly and babies you

- or she’ll get sassy with you

- “you shouldn’t have drank so much then”

- it usually starts off with sassy caitlin, but she can’t stand to stay mad at you

- she’s just happy you have fun going out with her

- the day after you guys spend the morning together in bed sleeping in

ahhh sorry this was so short maybe i’ll make a part 2 🥲 thank u guys for reading my stuff it honestly means a lot because just the fact that someone enjoys what i’m writing is so sweet to me yk? thank u!!!! <3 MWAH

[fushigurokogane]

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞❞

Royalty AU || Crown Prince Megumi x Reader || Part 2

"Either way, you weren’t supposed to catch the eye of the Crown Prince. But you did — not because you tried to impress him, but because you didn’t."

wc: 894 -- I KNOW ITS SHORT IM SORRY!! Part 3 will be out tmrw dont worry 😭😭

authors note: this is a PART TWO. I highly recommend you read the first part before your continue reading this!! I hope you enjoy!

warnings: none :)

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You hadn’t seen him again after that morning.

Not at the shop. Not near the bridge. Not even in passing.

Three weeks. Nothing.

Which was fine, you told yourself. Whatever it had been — that fleeting, inexplicable moment — it didn’t matter now. You’d returned to your routine. Mornings at the shop. Deliveries in the city. Reading by the fire when the sun dipped below the slate roofs.

Still, you thought about him. More often than you meant to.

And then, just when you were beginning to believe it was over—

A letter arrived.

Not handwritten this time. No folded flower or message tucked in secret. Just an official seal pressed into white wax. Crisp. Elegant. Absolute.

You turned it over in your hands before opening it.

An invitation.

The Winter Exhibition. Royal Conservatory Hall.Attendance: requested.Dress: formal.Escort: to be provided.

You reread it three times. It didn’t make sense. You weren’t a noble. You weren’t part of the court. You didn’t even own anything “formal.”

But the name signed at the bottom of the parchment said it all.

Fushiguro, Megumi.

You almost didn’t go.

You told yourself a dozen reasons not to. It wasn’t your world. You didn’t belong there. He’d forgotten about you, clearly, or he wouldn’t have vanished for weeks.

But in the end, you showed up.

Not because you wanted to be seen — but because part of you wanted answers.

The escort arrived at dusk: a quiet man in uniform with a royal crest stitched over his shoulder. He didn’t speak much, just nodded and held the carriage door open like he’d done it a thousand times before.

The ride was smooth. The capital had never looked more dressed — snow catching on banners, candles flickering behind tall windows, strings of crystal light swaying between balconies.

And the conservatory?

You’d never seen anything like it.

Glass domes arched overhead, dripping frost and golden light. Every inch of marble gleamed. Guests mingled beneath chandeliers that sparkled like frozen stars, laughter rising and falling like a tide of champagne and perfumed silk.

You felt like a misplaced card in the middle of a perfect deck.

And then he appeared.

Not from behind a curtain. Not announced by trumpets or fanfare.

He was just there — by the edge of the main gallery, hands clasped behind his back, dark suit sharp against the white of the floor.

Crown Prince, Megumi Fushiguro.

He didn’t smile when he saw you.

He didn’t have to.

He crossed the room in a straight line, ignoring every noble that reached for him.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said, voice low.

“I wasn’t sure you meant it,” you replied.

“I did.”

You glanced around. “This is your world?”

“For tonight. It’ll be someone else’s tomorrow.”

“Is that how it works?”

“For us? Yes.”

You were quiet for a beat.

And then: “Why me?”

“I could ask you the same.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled something small, then offered it without fanfare.

A tiny violet.

Pressed between glass. Preserved.

You stared at it.

“I don’t forget things easily,” he said.

You took it slowly, cradling it like something fragile.

“You’re not safe here,” he added. “Not really.”

“Because I don’t belong?”

“Because if I ask you to stay, someone’s going to notice.”

“And if I don’t care?”

He hesitated.

"Then...then you’re braver than me.”

Music rose in the background. A soft waltz, barely louder than a heartbeat.

He didn’t ask you to dance. He didn’t reach for your hand.

But he stood beside you as the rest of the world spun in slow circles, two figures just outside the rhythm, pressed against the edge of a story that shouldn’t have begun.

“I can’t give you what others can,” he said, voice quiet. “I can’t promise safety. Or freedom. Or anything easy.”

“I didn’t ask for easy.”

“I know.”

You looked up at him.

The tension between you was quieter now. Sadder. Not because it was ending — but because you both knew it was real.

The worst kind of impossible.

But just before the music changed, just before someone called his name across the room and shattered the spell, he leaned in.

His lips near your ear.

And whispered:

“If I ever ask you to run, promise me you won’t look back.”

And then he walked away.

Leaving you in the middle of everything. Holding a flower behind glass. And feeling, for the first time in your life, like the most dangerous person in the room was the one who saw you — and meant it.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

its okay, im okay (pt. 3)

pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader

summary: you're parents are the leaders of one of the biggest mafia organizations there are. the yoons are feared, reasonably so. over the years you've lost too many friends, too many to count. one day you have to let go of jeongin, and it all comes crumbling down.

tags/warnings: mafia, minor character death, overwhelming kind of emotions, i missed a lot, please don't mind.

a/n: hi guys!! one of my friends @sirloncelot-of-bananas wanted me to finish this series so i will be finishing it before my hiatus <3 LOVE UUU btw happy i.n day tmrw!!

masterlist pt 1 pt 2 [ pt 3 ] pt 4

yoon's are never anything short of okay.

The air feels thicker today, like it’s pressing down on you from all sides. Your heart beats erratically in your chest, but you force yourself to keep walking, head down, eyes focused on nothing. The school day has blurred into a haze of half-heard conversations, the buzz of normalcy that feels so foreign to you now. But as you turn the corner to the hallway, you freeze.

Jeongin is standing there, leaning against the lockers, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. His eyes meet yours immediately, and for a second, the world stops. His gaze is softer than you remember, but there’s an edge to it—like he’s been waiting, watching, wondering if you’d ever let him in.

Your stomach drops, and before you can stop it, the familiar ache twists painfully in your chest. His presence—just him, standing there, makes everything feel too real. Too raw.

You take a half-step back, instinctively trying to distance yourself, but it’s already too late. He’s seen you. He’s found you.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Jeongin’s voice is quiet but firm, the usual warmth in it replaced with something colder. Something more desperate, like he’s reaching for something that’s slipping through his fingers.

You can’t breathe. You can’t move. All you can do is stare at him, your body fighting against every impulse telling you to run.

“I didn’t mean to,” you say, your voice betraying you with the crack of emotion. You quickly clear your throat, trying to put the mask back on, but it feels heavier now. “I just… I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?” He takes a step forward, his eyes searching your face, as though trying to decipher the thoughts you’ve locked away behind your walls. “You think I’m just going to let you shut me out like this? After everything?”

You bite your lip, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as his words hit too close to the heart. He’s right. You have been shutting him out, pretending that if you just kept your distance, it would somehow make everything easier. But it never does.

You shake your head, feeling the pressure build in your throat. “It’s not that simple, Jeongin. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” he says, voice barely above a whisper now. “You’re not the only one hurting. I’ve been trying to reach you. I’ve been worried, Y/N.”

You swallow hard, eyes flicking down to the ground as the weight of his words crushes your chest. This is the part where everything is supposed to feel easier, where you let him in, where you let him see the broken pieces of you that you’ve been hiding so carefully. But you can’t. Not yet.

Because if you let him in, you know what happens next. It means you have to acknowledge all the things you’ve been running from—your family, your father’s expectations, the lies that have kept you safe but suffocated you.

And you don’t know if you’re strong enough to face all of that, not with him standing there, looking at you like this—like you matter.

“I can’t," you whisper, more to yourself than to him, but Jeongin hears it. His expression falters for a brief moment, his face hardening as if he’s trying to suppress the hurt that flashes in his eyes.

“Y/N…” His voice is low, pleading now, and it cuts through the distance you’ve tried to build. “I don’t want to be the reason you push me away. But I will be here. I’ll wait for you to let me in. But I can’t keep pretending like you don’t need me.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. You want to collapse into him, to let him hold you, to feel something that isn’t suffocating. But the weight of everything, the expectations, the silence, it’s too much.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you say, your voice shaking now. The walls are crumbling, and you’re terrified of what will happen if they do. "Not right now. I’m… I’m not okay. And I don’t know how to be."

Jeongin takes another step closer, his presence warm, familiar. But you take a step back, your body acting before your mind can catch up. The space between you two feels like an entire universe.

“I don’t need you to be okay,” he says, his voice gentle now, almost a whisper. “I just need you to be real with me. Please.”

You look at him, really look at him for the first time in what feels like forever. The expression in his eyes—open, vulnerable, wanting—makes your chest ache all over again. And for a moment, you wonder if you could let him in, if you could trust him with the parts of you that you’ve never shown anyone.

But no matter how much you want to, the walls rise back up, cold and unyielding.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice barely audible. “I can’t."

And with that, you turn away, walking down the hallway, each step dragging you further from him, further from the possibility of something real.

But as you walk, you can still feel his eyes on you. And for the first time, you realize that you might never be able to escape them—no matter how far you run.

Because the hardest part isn’t him seeing you. It’s seeing him, and knowing that you’re too broken to let him in.

hope yall enjoyed <3

today's writing playlist.....

double take by dhruv, (they long to be) close to you by carpenters, denial is a river by doechii, sticky by kiss of life, i.f.l.y by bazzi, killer queen by mad tsai, red wine supernova, collision by stray kids, how sweet by newjeans, debut by katseye, shut up by ariana grande, h.k.s.t by leehi, sexy by avantika, unconditional by jaehyun

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my playlist

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[rosemelodyshah]

Sherlock Holmes is always so funny bc it goes like:

Here is too tall, too think, all bones and translucent-skinned goblin Sherlock who is about as white as a vampire and looks as if he hasn't eaten in a month and doesn't know what sleep even is, and the first thing John (war hero and all) does is praise him on having no idea how to human. And then he just does so repeatedly for the rest of their lives. Like yeah there were the kidnapping and giggling on crime scenes and too many body parts in containers but that's j life. Billy the skull is like another roommate, the violin is just about the most VIP thing in the flat and the British Government constantly sticks his nose in to see how badly they blew up today. Oh and the landlady keeps on coming up with tea and biscuits and reminding Sherlock that some residents in the building and the other buildings in the 5km zone around him do need to sleep so maybe the music will have to wait. And sure Sherlock could drug less. And maybe the gun at the yellow target happens without warning a bit, but it's like a surprise test to see if he's still got fantastic survival skills.. Total domestic bliss.

And then there's Sherlock meeting Watson, who always wants war. Like he lives for it. It's j thins blonde war hero going on deadly adventures bc it reminds him of the peaceful life he had at war and dating a new girl like every 2 days or something. And this guy wants Sherlock to do boring things like eating and sleep because apparently he needs it? Oh and he makes good tea. And he doesn't mind the violin THAT MUCH. And thinks Sherlocks seeing your whole life thing is kinda cute and very supremely impressive. And maybe Sherlock is a bit too used to the tea now. But like no I didn't j do the violin since 8 when you went for your date telling me you'll be home late. My brother (oh yeah i have one always forget to mention him anyway he's j like more deductive than me nothing special moving on NOW WE MOVE ON FROM MYCROFT NOW JOHN HES J THE ONLY PERSON BETTER THAN ME AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO THINK OF HIM SO. MOVING. ON.) came here with his portable piano limo and we played it for my baker street irregulars and Holmeless network-- j my connections they find whatever I need out for me when I want someone else to you know and oH btw you don't have plans this Friday right good bc we are going to Germany for like the awards ceremony thingy bc remember that German guy here I saved he's the bil of the president there so the trips first class me and Mycroft will be there 20 minutes and then we're sneaking off you can do the rest of the socialising for us and also get pretty German ladies to impress with he war hero thing also your getting a medal too we told them you had to even if you weren't there and don't know what's happening thanks now it's 3 am I'm sure ur tired I've got to work on a case for the FBI bc they're useless you know mycrofts hooked me up the two of us will solve it by 6 no doubt OH WELL FINE I GUESS IF YOU MUST ILL LET YOU MEET THE ONE. MAN BETTER THAN ME IM NOT POUTING. And no ofc I took care of myself me and Mycroft insulted idiotic officials that's like my blood right there and also deducted people and then got in a bunch of fights like oxygens full too now buh bye the plane leaves at 8 tmrw bc we have to go there early yes only so we don't have to meet Mummy and Father that's like half the reason why Mycroft so on so has to come make me tea before sleeping please no that's not why I was awake that's ridiculous and soo not right I said NOT.

[yourlocalghoulette]

Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything. 

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning. 

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw. 

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it. 

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl? 

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach. 

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting. 

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder. 

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face. 

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed. 

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach. 

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables. 

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident. 

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away. 

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt. 

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses. 

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder. 

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night. 

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader.  A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence. 

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. 

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross. 

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence. 

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers. 

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little…messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside. 

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks. 

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this. 

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you. 

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you. 

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter. 

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles. 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

[cozycryptidcutie]

I’ve just finished apology tour so I’m ready to spill my immediate thoughts out so spoilers!!!

1. Idk why I didnt expect blitzo to be like this needy?

2. The montage of him apologizing is funny

2.5 I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT the teacher???? With her husbands mistress????? I have so many questions!!! Are we talking in a romantic sense? Are they just doing it??? Is it a one time thing?? Is this a constant thing??? I think it’d be great if they were just together but also funny if idk southern bitch was just getting with teacher to somehow get back at her for requesting her death??? ALSO ALSO edit: interesting how he was like “I want to earn my way to earth” and then proceeds to just willy and nilly teleport around with it. Like??? If u think you have to earn it doesn’t it make more sense to talk to Asmodeus??? Cuz that’s HIS device??? I’m just saying.

3. Dennis does not count as an what even the heck is he doing there

1.5 I forgot to mention, I have questions!!! I get how ppl knew they were kind of together, but how did anyone know they’re kind of exes now???

4. Low key not a fan of Stolas song? Like I’m sure ppl will praise it. I think I almost cried, tho this episode made me cry a lot, I’m a cryer, I would be more accurate of how many times I cried if I wrote it down as I was going. And like yeah singing good. But idk? I kinda thought he’d be like “I’m in love with this man but blah blah” like give details. I mean it’s kind of there. But he was just in universe, on the spot, making up a song about how he feels? And idk besides that one part where he was like “what if what if what if” it didn’t really give off “pouring my Heart out” it gave off like a planned song. Which I mean it was. But when you pour your heart out you don’t have a chorus you repeat 20 times??? ((This is not picky and prolly doesn’t make sense I’m just saying what I think and I might think diff tmrw who knows))

5. I really expected blitzo to jump on stage and profess his undying love to Stolas or run away but I guess talking after is also an option

6. How he get so drunk so fast??

7. BLITZO TAKE THIS MAN HOME

8. THE BAR IS ON THE FLOOR JUST LOVE THE MAN

9. WHAT ARE YOU DOING CLAIM YOUR MAN!!!

10. Yeah I mean I guess a heart to heart with Verosika makes sense

11. Love that this convo is like “I’m bad at relationships” when it’s not just relationship stuff that you did. He also like what? Stole her credit card and stuff?

12. I don’t really understand the concept of “we’re in hell so we’re all bad” the sinners are in hell cuz they’re bad. You’re born there….?

13. NOT VEROSIKA SHOWING HER TRUE FEELINGS 😭 also her too is so cute….. she might be fighting to be my number one. OKAY aesthetically fav character. She’s so hot… but I have to give it to fizz for like personality. He’s such a goofy guy. If blitzo didn’t make up either him he totally shoudlve been at this party.

14. NOT THE GROWLING!! IM TELLING YOU CLAIM YOUR MAN!!!

15. He went from hiding to just shouting what even is this. I expected his shouting to turn to him shouting at everyone at the party. They all pour their heart out. He apologizes to everyone from the heart, like he did with Verosika. But yeah I guess only her is nice?

16. Also like it’s so funny that he start of this premised this party as a hate party. Everyone hates him. But by the end, when everyone is drunk, it shows they’re all crying and just coping. And it’s like damn…. How did Blitzo fuck with so many ppl??? To the point they need like a party like this??? Also it’s on earth how did they all get there???

17. I fckin loved Verosikas song. I love Verosika. God damn I’m so gay. She’s so hot. I love her new look.

18. Also I know this is like a party for exes but I totally expected his sister to be here

[sweetieupgrade]

tuesday 21/01/25

most important achievements/events of today:

-got up at 5am

-went to the gym for 1,5 hours (7 to 9am, not including changing)

-finished rereading the first part of the odin project and worked on two projects, around 1,5-2 hours total of coding if i dont count the tutorials and reading (look at my github journal entry for 100daysofcoding day 1 tmrw if u want more details)

-finally got my t refilled (theres been tons of issues with the pharmacies here) which should make me get my appetite and energy back

-was only able to passively study today (2-3 hours) but im planning on doing a longer study session tomorrow to catch up :3

-i finished assembling a new shelf for my room that ill hopefully be able to fill and organize by the end of the week

-dnd got canceled again today which is sad cuz i was rlly excited but it also means i get to go to bed earlier and have more time to study for the next few hours

overall my day was quite messy and a bit stressful at some points but i still feel accomplished and fullfilled with what i ended up getting done.

Github log: https://github.com/cinnamon-bee/100-days-of-code/blob/master/log.md

[crguang]

hfghdsahfkh played the first part of bleu's event (i'm actually sleeping today lol, so I'll finish it tmrw). don't rlly like the french but she gets a pass. her voice is rlly nice, and the way the en va said allons-y...chief to be peeking in her window like she's making up a movie. also she's really hot, like hello? her pinning chief to the wall, omg, i can't. "two sets of breath and body heat intertwine in mutual hostility," bleu feeling chief's pulse, like what. and she smokes so, ig i can forgive her for being french /s.

her stroking that flower. her fingers. with the rings. that's all I'm saying.

how is chief seeing and hearing all of this tho, maybe I just have vision and hearing, but I swear she's probably falling off her balcony 😭

art is very pretty tho, but why is chief peeking when she got out of the shower, like i'm pretty sure that's not necessary for her mission. also the wind is on a mission to get us to smell everything. and she knew we were watching the entire time...very curious to see what is going to happen...

but anyway, i'll finish the event tmrw, and I'll prob take a day before I continue the main story, bc i am getting kinda overwhelmed lol. i was supposed to go to start classes again tmrw, but my profs cancelled bc it snowed like a couple feet, could not have handled starting again, and i have to wake up super early when i do have to go 😭 I'm not ready.

hope ur getting ur rest! writing fics at 4am, ik you're down bad. speaking of which, i gotta go read that.

-🌠

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT LIKE THE FRENCH SHE SOUNDS SO CUTE….. i think hatred for france aside if she opens doors for upcoming sinners to have different accents/first languages than english im all for it like it would be so nice to have more diversity in the cast. also i just love hearing about languages i dont speak its very hot to me. BUT HER ALLONS-Y OMFGGGG I MENTIONED THAT LIKE JUST DAYS AGO??? when she first said it i screamed because 1) no french accent is a win for me 2) SHE SOUNDS SO GOODDDDDD AGHHHHH

im reading your ask giggling like a schoolgirl cause yeah she is so sexy…. i love smokers (as we know), the way she got all up on chief like that was crazy bit chief acting like the protagonist in an A24 coming of age movie was even better. like what do you mean you’re imagining her slipping out of her nightgown and dropping it in a chair…? okay. then they got bleu fingering a flower right afterwards i still can’t believe it, this was insane. and apparently in cn media flowers are often used to represent sex so i dont even know what to think rn 😭😭😭😭 im ngl this scene got me writing her fingering r and making them suck on her fingers as we speak it rewired my brain

i have absolutely no idea how chief is hearing all those minute sounds but im guessing some of it is bleu’s ability, im not fully grasping how it works but i cant explain it another way. though if my neighbour was a sexy woman id strain my ears to hear everything too

good luck on school this semester, hope you’ve rested a bit. it snowed here too and its colddddd wahhhhh

[chososcamgirl]

HEY SIGMA IYA 😈😈 LOADS OF YAPS TODAY.. 

I DIDNT FIND MY AIRPODSSS (ARGHHHHH) SO ILL PROB JUST BUY NEW ONES WHEN I GET THE CHANCE TO 😔😩 HEARD THERES A NEW ONE COMING OUT SOON SO I MIGHT GET THOSE SINCE THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE CHEAPER ARFHRHHRRBRBRBRBR MY ENGLISH TEACHER IS ACTUALLY AN OP.. ITS SUNDAY NIGHT AND I HAVE EASY CLASSES TMRW SO THANK THE LORD FOR ANSWERING MY PRAYERS BC IF I HAD ENGLISH TMRW I WOULDD OF STARTED TWEAKKKKINGGGGHH 🙏🙏🙏 I HAVENT DONE ANY OF HER HW YET AND IK IF I CAME EMPTY HANDED SHES GONNA JUMPPP MY ASS 

OH MY GYATTERS.. I WAS LITERALLY BLASTING MITSKI AND BEING A LONE WOLF TODAY (ovulating 😔) AND THEN I SAW THAT TOU WOULD KILL OFF TOGE IN MY HONOR IF I DIED.. RHATS HOW I KNOWWWWW I HAD TO LOCKKK INN BECAUSE I WILL NOT LET HIM DIE 👿🔥‼️💔💔 ARGHHH IM ACRUALLY FEINING FOR HIM SOOOO BADDD IM LOCKING IN SOOO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU IYA‼️‼️ MY MOOD SWINGS WERE SOOONOT SKIBIDI TODAY BECAUSE TELL ME WHY I WENT FROM A LONE WOLF TO AN ALPHA IN HEAT UGHHH I HATE OVULATING BUT I JUST GOTTA POWER THRU ‼️😔 

I ACTUALLY CANT GO TO THIS UNSIGMA SCHOOL ANYMORE SOMEONE GET ME OUTTTTT BUT LIKE I CANT DROP OUT SINCE I GOTTA LOCK IN AND MAKE BANK YKYK?? VRO IM JUST GOING THROUGH IT TODAY 😣😣 BUT UR UPDATE LITERALLY HEALED ME LIKE ILYSM IYA STOP MATCHING MY FREAK SO WELL ARBHFNRNR EVERY TIME I CLICK ON YOUR PROFILE MY LEGS START WUIVERINGGGG UGHHHHEHEHHRRHJREBRNBRBE IM NOT USUALLY THIS 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 OVULATION IS DOINGGGG SHITTT TO MEEE ARGHHHHH 

THE FACT YOU SAVED MY ASK FOR LAST INCASE U HAD A BAD DAY!?? AUGHBRHRBRBR ITS ALL OVER THE SCREEENNNN CLEAN UP AISLE MY PANTS‼️😩😈 (I HAD AN IMAGE PREPPED FOR THIS BUT IT DIDNT GO THRU.. SO IF YOU SEE THIS ASK 2 TIMES IT JUST MEANS THAT THE FIRST ONE WENT THRU BUT I REPOSTED THIS ONE JUST INCASE)

IM PST SO UR LIKE.. A DAY AHEAD OF ME WHICH IS SO SKIBIDI CUS THAT TECHNICALLY MEANS I GET EARLY ACCESS TO SJAP (FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS) not really.. BUT ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.. ANYWAYS ILYSM IYA SIGMA GNN *gives you (and toge 😈) a big wet kiss*

HI ALPHA!! 🐺🐺

NAURR💔💔 don’t worry you’ll find them.. i believe in you.. OR YES GET THE NEW ONES! think of it as an early christmas present… GIRL DO THE HW😭 but trust if she still remains an opp i will handle her.. i don’t know how.. but i will…

LMFAO THE OVULATION PART IS SO REAL😭 i think mitski is a just top tier artist i love her sm. i used to listen to her 24/7 CONSTANTLY in 2021 like omg why i was listening to circle when i was 14 🤨 (i was depressed basically) ALSO YES I WILL KILL OFF TOGE SO YOU CANG DIE OTHERWISE THE MASSES WILL KILL ME😓😓 LMFAOO ok i have to stop making him a lowkey love interest just in case i do write a toge or yuji spin off 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ periods SUCK don’t worry girl we must grind through the pain💔💔 also i feel like toge would tweet something stupid like “just found out what periods are.. women are so strong❤️” OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT HELP. I BELIEVE IN YOU!! keep it up and keep grinding at school ily alpha <3

LMFAO OH MY GOD PLEASE 😭 BOT THE FONT. yes ur asks make my day :33 MY REACTION TO THE THIRD PART OF UR ASK ARE IN A MIX RN IM WEAK. (don’t worry i imagine all alpha wolf images are what u would send to me if u could <3) OKAY PST TIME🔥🔥 EARLY ACCESS FR🔥🔥 that IS skibidi… ILY ALPHA PLS NEVER DIE OR STOP THESE <333 *smooches*

[gyrlliar]

i've got fucking finals tmr and you're making me distracted from studying😞 (keep going) -🎸 (can i be 🎸 anon?)

i also got finals tmrw lol that's why i haven't written in a while but like im horn y as shit lately so expect a fic soon.

bad news tho, ibmight not make part 2 of initiation just because i kinda hate the p lot i made for it, its a shitty fi c

and sure, idrk how that works but yeah go 🎸 anon

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok cue my memory loss moment part 5 I can’t tell if I sent this reply in or not before so if this is a dupe I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE hsvshshs but anyways

OMG EVERYONE CHEER!!! Guys the moment is finally upon us…another mira banger about to drop….

LMAOO fwtkac was the gateway…once you start you can’t stop its just how the Karasu rabbit hole works! Bro hollyhock is actually so good…I can’t even put it into words properly but just the whole setting giving a new depth to a diff side of otoyas characters ugh so good

True!!! I’m ngl I’m a little surprised that for marketing sake they didn’t try to throw in some like popular character bait…maybe it’s because most of the actually popular bllkers are already out and as opposed to merch I guess book sales would be a bit diff? Like fans would buy to read even if their absolute faves aren’t in but yeah…the stories were fire though LMAO new appreciation for Barou fr

And IM ON IT o7 very happy to serve the miraverse and honestly it’s good for me too because if I wanna reference something quickly I can just go command f it or if I wanna read something fast I can just read my tl LMAO I also just like having my own TL/interpretations written down just for my reference too…which is part of the reason why I also ended up TLing Hioris too even though there was a TL already out! I remember reading the TLd version that got posted and some wording kinda threw me off so I was like let me just look at this myself…LOL Also I’m kinda a lore nerd so I wanna make sure I get to see any intricacies or in between the line messages that can get lost in translation! So yeah TLDR I will most definitely be here for tabieita LNs!!!

IM CRYING they’re gonna have to scroll through our manifestations and convos just to get to the chapter like imagine the link gets passed around and the first thing people read is us screaming about mariokart in yuki’s novel or anri getting done dirty (I clicked on the links just to see what they’d have to go through and oh my god chapter 2 LMFAOOO there’s like a whole minute of scrolling worth of convo before you even reach the LN part it’s so funny)

We’re truly just built different sorry this is exclusive content gatekept by the insanely long convos we have

-Karasu anon

HAHAH this time you did in fact send this in already 😭 but it’s okay i will delete the copy!! but no worries 😋

FINISHED ROUND ONE OF PROOFREADING!! heading to monaco for my mother’s birthday dinner soon hehe but once i’m back tn i will get on round two and hopefully i’ll be able to post it by tmrw!! lowkey idk how i feel about it but at least it’ll be out in the world after i’ve been talking abt it sm 😭

you came to my inbox and showed me the ways of karasuism and i’ve never looked back since 🙏🏻 jkjk but fr though i love writing him sm now he’s so good at the one sided pining thing which i loveee in a male lead 🤩 like YESSS be absolutely sick over this girl who doesn’t even know she likes you yet YESSS 🤤💖

hollyhock otoya is so fun i love him and i cannot WAIT to write more of him and y/n…idk if you’ve heard that one tik tok sound that’s like “you belong with me” from taylor swift and then it transitions into “you belong to me” from house of balloons / glass table girls from the weeknd but that’s literally hollyhock y/n + karasu’s dynamic vs her dynamic with otoya 😭😭😭 like with karasu it’s all sweet innocent besties (they are platonic soulmates coded eventually like they end up loving each other SOO MUCH but not romantically??) vs with otoya she’s literally like “i want you to belong to me” (exact quote from chapter 2: “you wanted this ninja to belong to you”) FHDKSJSJ man atp free otoya 😰🙏🏻 but he matches y/n’s freak so well he probably doesn’t even WANT to be freed

i feel like the people who would buy light novels would buy them no matter what + they probably thought barou would be popular enough to carry it?? who knows…agreed though the stories were all rlly good (well aryu’s was a little goofy but wtvr)

LMAOOO THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING people will be like “why are they freaking out over mario kart??” FJSJDJS but ykw if you want to read you have to go through the trials and tribulations of our massive convos 🤩 we are elite though…carrying the bllk fandom with our translations + fics 😋

[definitelynotshouting]

Part 2!! (Probably wont do more until my tmrw unless i get consumed by feelings) Hope u have a great rest of your day!

-☀️

"Well… he sounds like a friend."

- NO COMMENT. WAILING

-☀️

"In this moment, with the diaphanous threads of Mumbo's hope wrapping around his shoulders, he almost feels guilty about it."

- THE "ALMOST" HERE IS SO SKHABFUSJAKAK

- It's because Grian still thinks that he's saving them that he doesn't feel wholly guilty. Grian's whole "the end justifies the means" mentality he has in the chapter- and it what he believes is the final stretch of his life- has me in a chokehold. He's lying to everyone; at the very end of the chapter he asks Mumbo to tell him about the gold farm (more thoughts coming later). Among other things, it makes Mumbo relax, it makes Mumbo "hope", which is so, SO cruel. But in grian's mind it's justified because one day, he'll slip up again, he'll hurt them again. So playing nice now is worth it, even if they hate him for it after he's dead.

-☀️

"Grian stares at him, eyes watering; something dark and unseen is beginning to pry his skull apart like the shell of a nut, digging out gore and fatty tissue, spraying it in fine chunks across the ground."

- wowow imagery

- I especially like this one cause the "nut" metaphor links to the general nature of the Watchers and them feeding, so likening this to a brain/skull is so MMM.

- "Pry his skull apart" not an emotional analysis, but this action feeling slow, drawn out and calculated, yet simultaneously brutally messy is just sticking with me. I like this a normal amount (lying)

- "Spraying it in fine chunks across the ground" aside from the whole eating brains thing, i also love this as a metaphor for vulnerability. Feeling like there's no other avenue left to hide in, or, alternatively, being too drained to create a new one

-☀️

The imagery in this section of all the snow and ice: "arctic chill", "melts...like snow", "icemelt" contrasted against the heat imagery you use around pain is very fun. It really hammers home how trapped Grian is, on one hand he is struggling against the constant pain and migraines (physical), and on the other his psychological state is strained by his fractured relationships

i dont have a lot of words rn but !!!!! I AM GOING LIKE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 ABT THIS COMMENTARY AAAAAAAAUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH,,,, <33333

Fun fact about the nut metaphor-- i shamelessly stole that from my own poetry LOLOLOL, specifically these last few lines of one of my oldest poems:

i'll fully admit i do that a lot-- certain aspects of my poetry end up influencing my prose, and some phrases just linger in my mind and end up falling right into my other stories bc theyve become so integral to how i process the world around me

Im so glad youve liked this chapter so much!!! Its always a treat to receive your commentary :]

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

So sleepy tired so snoozy honk shoo time but thinking of ppl whos lives r forever gonna b entangled in mine even tho we barely even make eye contact when we see each other anymore, or if we havent heard from the other in years, or if we can only ever have about 4 message long "catch up" text conversations every 6 months or so, or if we make plans weeks in advance that we both end up forgetting, and slowly drift apart. But like. Still these r ppl that r just fuckin parts of me now. The person i sat with at the local park after both recently figuring out gender and picking out names for each other, and how we havent spoken in like 2 years but their name is still the same one i suggested, and how i do use a different name now that they knew me by, but i still walk by the bridge going over the train tracks and think of them, and think of them everytime i walk into a corner store with a whole aisle of energy drinks, or think of them everytime i pass the laundromat, or think of them everytime i go up the street that shared their name or go the street they lived on that shared mine. And like. Or like, the person i fuckin grew up alongside, to only drift apart after about a decade of being joint at the hip, but still waving when we see each other in the park, asking how each others pets are, and making general small talk. And how i see her in every friend i make, just in small ways, because she was my first friend and its almost like i just find people who remind me of her. Or how theres an entire kind of flower that just always makes me smile because its her name, even if she never liked them all too much. Or the ppl who r constantly coming in and out of my life, and who we both know can never be what we were before, because everything was seemingly so perfect and now we can barely stay friends instead of acquaintances for more than a month, but summer golden hour always feels like them, even if i was the only one who loved it. And just. Idk man. People who r like. Definitely gone now. But also r just. Not. If i was more poetic, i could write smth abt this. But instead i can just say like. Shit man. Nostalgias a bitch but also its like. Its who We are bc like w/o nostalgia who tf am i. I miss the past bc its a part of me but id never go back because then id be someone else and i like being me even if i suck sometimes. If i didnt suck those ppl may not have been as impactful n shit. Ok. Rlly gotta sleep. Bc im seeing a friend tmrw if she pulls thru w plans. I doubt they will tho bc they r the least reliable in that way butttt. Whatever. Either way tmrw im gonnaaaaa fuckingggg chill dudeee. Gnight

[1d1195]

hey!!! last update giving very much f u and i’ll see u tmrw bc I lowkey CRIED while reading HOWEVER that shit was so well written, thought out, developed and executed I have no words. i’m not a writer, so it’s rly hard for me to express how deeply I enjoy this story. it’s insane. when I first started reading I didn’t follow you or anything I fully found it by accident and then I lost it (i’m so bad at using this site lmao) and going back now seeing what I had written in my notes app made me laugh and I wanted to share w u

lost tumblr post

- ceo and sugar daddy h

- but she works for niall

- one word title (arrangement?) (internship?)

- louis is her best friend

- 2 parts

- got me in my feels

- SO F ING GOOD

anyways, this last update was incredible and thanks to your writing, I am learning to appreciate the angst. I love it and appreciate you putting it out here for us

xoxo, fu + c u tmrw <3

AH literally so excited you got to read it! I was honestly thinking about what your reaction might be the whole time when I posted it. 😭

The idea that you would make a note of details of my story to find it again has me 🥺🥺 im so glad you found it again and so glad you enjoyed reading it. Thank you thank you thank you 💕

This site has its moments so I’m glad you got to find me again and don’t be so hard on yourself! Your message is ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 for my sad little heart. I appreciate your thoughts so much!

I do love a bit of angst myself. Makes for a good story. I hope you’ll like the next part too!

Xoxo

[notthechicken112]

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hey chat!!! (literally just me)!!! ummmm idk here's the lore: sooo i bit ago i started running and using strava (v fun and good 4 me) and once i finished a run, i would give it a rando af write up just about my day (or last while) and cool things i was doing and such !!!! and i kinda really liked doing itt... like writing those silly things were easily the best part of the run (like a wrote them in my head while running and it gets me through a bunch of runs).. buuuuuut.... problem is now i have to go for a long ass run anytime to write anything which is good for runner me! but not ideal for writer me bc i would like to write more (als side tangent -- theres this award system at my work where you can give people lil points (that they can exchange for money) and with the points you write them a little write up which i also love doing (no one reads what i write them methinks)) .. Soooo conclusion - i thinks i just like writing!!! you will also notice this crazy af writing style - idfk what to call it yet. i think it really hard for others to read but its so awesome to wrting like this me thinks!!! Anywaysssssssssss,,,,,,,,, long story short - i like wrting (especialy on the laptop, its just so satisfying) - hence why i am making this! im not sure if i should tell anyone i know about this (im thinking no rn). ik they would love it so much hooooowev,,,, i. could write about alot more personal stuff if they didnt know it existed so i think imma try that out first ( i will be nuking posts if anyone does tho ). it'd be kinda fun is some randos found this and commented and stuff!! uhhhhhh, idrk how that would happppppeeeen,,,, i know nothing about this site so maybe ill do some search and try to get somt!!! anyways,, was meant to be a very boring first post -- just kinda an explanation (for me mostly)! ummmmm next post (prob tmrw) will be more fun i prom prom!! i guess i can give you a lil bit of fun in this one just cause i havent wrote much.... whatt should i say !?!?!? somt abt music prob bc youll find out i like music pretty quick if ur reading these! lets just go with a fun song recommend!! im thinking for the dayyyyyyyy "dont look back in anger" by (ughh) Oasis.... i know its basic af, butttttt i wanna sing it a kareoke on thursday (im going) cause it seems really fun to sing there!!! also the gutar solo is sweeeeet!! i wanna learn it!!! those oblique bends ( i think theyre called that ) - the ones where you play 2 strings and then bend the lower one up to match the higher one which gives it that warble (( so good )) !! anyways, the solo just kinda spams those but it worksssss soooooo wellllllll wtf!!! so in conc !! basic song, but really fun !!! alsoooooo nother tangent: i think those first 2 chords are pulled from "Imagine" by John Lennon. like i mean they are , its a Cmaj to Fmaj (same as Imagine) which are like the most common chords so it could be a coincidence, buttttttttt, they are played on a piano - in the same rhythm ANNNNND due to the fact that Liam Gallagher (is that how u spell his name) is the biggest John Lennon fan - id say it was intentional!! thats just a theory thoooooo :):) !! anyways! post ovah!!!! thanks for reading all !! luv u !!!