#im not exactly in a great place myself

[caffeinatedopossum]

All of my friends are either suicidal or have anorexia or both and I don't know what to do with all of this worry

[sparrowposting]

I would've straight up just put it in my bedroom but it's already so small that there's barely room to walk from my desk to the door to the closet as is, I literally wouldn't be able to open my dresser drawers if I did that, so like FUCK ME for asking to EXIST in this house where I LIVE

[widevibratobitch]

do i let feminism lose and spend all of my savings on a rhinoplasty or do i continue to just. live Like That lol

[paper-mario-wiki]

you do such a good job passing! any tips?

thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:

don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.

try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)

spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.

look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.

this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself (and my back doesnt hurt as much now)

come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)

im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!

[lonophobic]

“at least i finally got you back.”

tartaglia x male reader

pt. 2 of “should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

tw: smut, bottom!male reader, huuuggeeeee size difference, foul legacy!childe, dubcon? idk reader doesn’t stop him 🤷, fingering, humiliation, dumbification (kinda), crying, overstimulation, toys, reader almost passes out, childe big peepee hehe 🤭, im super fucking indecisive about what to call him at the beginning so all childe, tartaglia, and ajax are used, i think thats it maybe this is a long one

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

summary: tartaglia gets revenge, maybe a bit overboard though.

a/n: i hate myself

part 1

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you had no idea how exactly this happened. actually, you did, but it made you feel a certain feeling.. fear? excitement? you weren’t sure, but you knew one thing for sure: there was no way you would be walking the next day.

ajax had asked you on a day together, as he had gotten the day off, granted by the great tsaritsa herself. just to note: it was just about a week after you fucked the living daylights out of tartaglia. the day started off nicely, actually. the two of you had a relaxing walk around liyue harbor, getting some snacks on the way. then, as the sun began to set, he had asked you to a duel, a friendly, innocent little match. and being relaxed and a bit tired from the day, you obliged.

maybe it was his talk during the match that caught you off guard, or maybe you were just tired, but he managed to hit you from the back, which gave him the opportunity to pin you down to the floor. you chuckled, you didn’t even get to use your elemental powers that much when he went into his foul legacy form. the man, who was about twice the size you were, looming over you made you remember what he said that week before-“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”you stiffen as you remember his promise, laughing nervously as he stared at you intently.

“tartaglia- you’re not thinking of doing it right now, are you? i-uh- we’re both pretty tired from the day..”

tartaglia hummed a response, his voice distorted from his foul legacy form. he stared at you for another split second, when he grabbed both of your hands and put them above your head, then proceeded to tear off your clothes like paper, leaving you in your underwear. you flinched at the cold air against your skin, as the sun was about to set and the colder winds started to set in.

”don’t worry dear, you’ll warm up in no time.”

you looked up to see tartaglia’s mask gone, so you could see his face. his hair was still slicked back, so you could see how dark his eyes were; clouded in lust and danger. you stiffened- maybe you shouldn’t have gone too hard last week. you were lost in your thoughts for a few seconds, but you suddenly came back when you felt your underwear being pulled off, and looked down to see his cock, and- ah. there’s no way that would fit. it was almost as long as your arm, and archons knew how thick it was. tartaglia noticed your hesitance, and laughed softly.

”hey, i’ll help you prep yourself so it won’t hurt as much, alright?”

you nodded, biting your lip as you tried not to think of how it would even fit inside.~at first, he had you finger yourself while he watched. it was humiliating, sure, but it definitely helped to loosen you up a bit. soon after, he used his own fingers which were noticeably larger than yours. you squirming against his fingers, which were knuckle deep inside. they would prod around, trying to find something. he thrust his fingers a few more times, which drew several more moans out of you, when he suddenly curled his fingers inside of you. just before you could cum, he dove down to deepthroat your cock, his warm throat around you throwing you off the edge, staining his throat white. you felt him gag a bit, before he pulled back and swallowed.

he smiled, and pulled his fingers out of you. he placed you so that you were facing towards him, and you would be sitting on his lap if his cock wasn’t right below you. when he started to align his cock with your entrance, you stiffened. you weren’t too fond of having your body ripped apart by cock, and tartaglia could tell. he rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, and sent you a gentle smile. you tried your best to relax as you felt his large tip slowly breach your entrance. you let out a whimper, already feeling the painful stretch. he slowly got the whole tip inside, groaning at the tightness. you were already struggling to catch your breath, already feeling full from just the tip. how the fuck were you going to handle the rest?? he let you stay for a few moments, then slowly lowered your hips down so that you were just about halfway down. you could just about feel him in your stomach- you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. he was too deep, and yet you were only about halfway down. he slowly pulled you back up, then dropped you back down to about halfway.

“HAHH-AugHhh..”

you moaned out- it felt too good, and yet it hurt so bad. you threw your head back, eyes rolling back to your skull. tartaglia seemed to have noticed the bulge on your stomach, which he took advantage of, and softly ran his fingers over it before pressing down on it harshly. you choked on a moan, and felt yourself cum for the second time this night. you spasmed around his cock, screaming into the night sky when he suddenly pulled you all the way down. you could’ve sworn that if he came, his cum would come out of your throat from how deep he was. however, you were just focusing on attempting to heal whatever he could have damaged while he feverishly thrusted in and of you as you felt like a cocksleeve; being used for his cock and his cock only. you felt yourself close already, and feeling him press up against your prostate sent you to cum again, strings of white spurting out of your cock. you heard tartaglia’s distorted moans and grunts, occasionally commenting about you-

“you’re so tight, i might’ve not prepped you correctly.”

“you feel my cock all the way inside, yeah? ‘promise to make you feel good.”

“how does foul legacy taste, huh?”

your arms were wrapped around his neck, digging your nails into his back. you could barely hear them at all; all you could think about was the cock you were bouncing on- how it slid in and out so easily, and yet still felt so big inside. the bulge that stretched your skin that showed you were barely able to keep it so deep inside.

“i’ll make you so addicted that you wouldn’t even want me to stop, ever.”

you could hardly process what he said, but you were already so drunk on his cock that you could barely feel yourself cumming over and over again. you faintly heard your own voice, and yet you could hear tartaglia’s grunts and groans as he thrusted as fast as he could, obviously close to his high. your vision was hazy, and you swore you saw stars when he pulled you down harshly and thrust up at the same time, groaning rather loudly as you felt something hot fill you up inside. it was liquidy, and you felt some of it start to leak out of your entrance and down your thighs. you twitched as you felt him pull out, his fingers scooping up the cum that dribbled down from your hole and pushing them back inside. you slumped against his chest, trying your very best to learn how to breathe again. you were drowsy, and about to fall asleep, when you heard tartaglia’s voice.

“aw, come on. you’re a half-god, right? if a mere human could take this, i’m sure you could as well, no?”

you flinched at his words, not knowing how to respond, not that you really could. whatever you tried to say came out as incoherent babbles, which seemed to amuse tartaglia. he reached back to pull something out of his clothes pocket- something oval-shaped, and a remote for something. then it clicked. it was a vibrator. you tried to push back against the harbinger, already twitching and sensitive beyond belief- you couldn’t possibly take more. unfortunately, tartaglia pulled you back to his chest, smirking against your hair. he took the oval-shaped vibrator and shoved it as deep as he could with his fingers. it wasn’t on yet, so it felt a bit strange to have one thing up inside, when it suddenly clicked on and you felt tartaglia’s dick entering you at the same time, slowly pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper. the vibrator pushed against your prostate as he started to fuck you again, your tears flowing down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open. your head was thrown back in pleasure, your hands gripping onto tartaglia’s shoulders as best as you could. with all of your strength depleted, you fell back onto his chest, your arms hanging from his shoulders and your head was resting on his chest. you were twitching all over, cumming once again as you let out quiet, hoarse cries every thrust. you were about to black out- it was way too much stimulation, even for a half-god such as you. to give you some credit, a regular human would have passed out several hours ago. you finally heard tartaglia let out a series of groans, curses, and moans, before he released inside of you once again. he pulled out, taking out the vibrator along with it, as you were on the brink of passing out. you felt a hand on your cheek, and you groggily turned to see tartaglia back in his human form, smiling at you. you groaned, preferring to nuzzle your head back into the crook of his neck again. he laughed, pressing a kiss onto your temple.

“sorry if i was a bit rough. i know it was your first time with.. the foul legacy stuff.”

“what, it wasn’t your first?”

“what?? no, of course it was! it just… felt too good, i couldn’t really hold back. but, hey.” he grabbed both side of your face with his calloused hands, making you face him.

“at least i finally got you back.”

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words: 1684 words of smut

also tumblr on mobile is a bitch i have no idea how to fix those huge gaps in between the paragraphs so sorry if it bothers you 😕 (nvm it fixed itself lmao)

also now i can stare at the wall and slowly disintegrate i’ve done my job here

[tojivu]

Helloo!! I've came across ur fics a few times and it never fail to makes me smile, and I have an idea from scrolling on tiktok for a whole week, I'm not sure if ur reqs are still open... But may I request the orange peel theory with jjk men n boys? Your pick on who u want to write in that scenario! If ur req is close pls ignore this! Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!

the things i do for you ! ⋆ jjk men

the orange peel theory ˖ gojo, geto, toji, nanami.

an. honestly i'm still kind of ??? on what exactly is the orange peel theory but i'm assuming it's just acts of service? im so sorry if its wrong LOL pls i don't keep up with tiktok......

an ii. ok i did end up getting the prompt wrong but i hope yall like this anyway..

cw. sfw. f!reader. not proofread. acts of service.

playing. lovesong by beabadoobee.

GOJO SATORU is a familiar face at the local coffee shop down the block — and no, it's not because he keeps raiding their cheesecake displays. he much prefers the ones across the street; he only comes by this particular one to pick up your favourite coffee.

"toru, could you get something for me at the coffee place?"

"yeah, i can," he hums. "what do you need, baby?"

it's actually only a 5 minute walk, and you never told satoru your order. it was too specific that you were sure he would forget; so you just told him to buy an iced latte and be quick with it. after all, you could never go wrong with such a basic drink.

"'s okay, baby," he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, confident he would not come back home with a boring latte. "i'll get you something even better."

"please don't. your taste in coffee is terrible — no, forget it, i can just go by myself later." you groan, wriggling around in the sheets of your bed to find that warm spot in the blankets; satoru was up since 6am, and you've only just opened your eyes.

"oh, no need for that," your boyfriend smirks: almost too creepily. "i have great taste! both in coffee and women—"

you smack his arm, using your hands to gesture a shoo-ing motion. you weren't conscious enough to tolerate satoru's gross flirtations. his eyebrows furrow and lips pout, quickly planting another kiss on your forehead before standing up. he scrambles through the desk drawer for his sunglasses — eventually finding them and leaving the house.

little did you know that your boyfriend has your order memorised — it was a small order, not that difficult to remember. satoru didn't think it was necessary to make you get up and grab it yourself; he had legs, and he liked the fresh air, too. plus, he knows he'll get to see you smile first thing when you wake up; perhaps you might give him one of those kisses on the forehead that he loves so much.

you thought he would have called you lazy for not getting up — he would be offended you think so little of him if you admitted that. satoru sees your sleepy face, hears your peaceful snores and he thinks he would rather die by impalement than wake you.

when satoru returns, you're still tucked into bed and fast asleep. he leaves the coffee on the nightstand before kneeling down and leaving the third kiss of the day, right on your lips — and it's then that he realises that you have him so in love that he's willing to spend $8.95 every morning for the rest of his life on overpriced coffee.

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GETO SUGURU holds the most romantic date nights, but there's only one thing you don't particularly enjoy — that being there's always so much walking involved.

yes, you think the opportunity to just take a breath and link pinkies with suguru is nice; it's just that your shoes tend to undo themselves no matter how many bunny ears you tie. your laces have been through war — the plastic aglets have been long lost and the loose string is practically just that. they're starting to pull apart from eachother that you consider just wearing heels for the next few dates until you find better ones.

"we just need to turn the corner—"

suguru's words are cut off by your sighs. you look down at your shoelaces and they are once again untied; the pout on your lips make his curve upward, after he lets out a sigh of his own.

"i really need to get you new shoes," suguru mutters. "they've definitely been through it."

"can you tie them for me?"

it's a simple request that gets suguru on one knee, dress pants stained by the concrete dust, as you patiently wait for him to finish tying the knots he's so skilled at.

"the ones you tie never come out."

"that's a lie," suguru says, his voice a little muffled with the distance between your heads. his rough fingers miss the loop and he opts to restart the knot. "i tied them before we left the house, and look at them now."

your face flushes at that. he sees through your lie like glass — you were always so easy to read.

"i just like the way you tie them, sugu. plus, they only untied because i redid them myself."

"yeah, i think it's because i don't tie them like a preschooler," suguru teases — he ties the knot tightly and stands up. "you should learn how to tie them the right way, baby."

you shake your head, and he raises an eyebrow at your reaction. his left pinky reaches for yours again, before you two start to walk once more.

"why do i need to learn if i have you?"

there's silence for a bit, nothing but cars honking and chattering from the people enjoying the nightlife just as you were — you almost retract your statement when suguru looks at you expectantly.

"is that so?" suguru chuckles at your response. "i guess you're right."

you giggle at his seemingly sarcastic reply — but you don't see the way he smiles, the way the tips of his ears burn, nor do you hear the loud thumping of his heart that tell he is being serious.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn't know what small is.

well, everything about him is big — his body, his mind, his bank account, his heart.

it took you awhile to figure that last one out, though. toji always does the big things. the extravagant, flaunting, costly things. it's only small to him, and it often takes you a lot of convincing to get him to not spend hefty amounts of cash on you.

he feels it's necessary, to take care of his sweet girl like any man should — toji knows nobody can pamper you as well as he does, so he makes sure his money is spent wisely in making you feel safe and content.

you don't know how to tell him that there's no need for all of it, that you just want him to be with you — it's only until one day when you're coughing and sneezing in bed that you have to, after toji's constant pestering about hiring a family doctor.

"tch, baby," toji's voice echoes throughout the spacious bedroom. "shit—you're burning up."

"i'm fine," your voice is hoarse, nose crinkling at the incoming sneeze. "achoo!—"

he frowns, and the scar on his lip shifts downward. he sits on the edge of the bed, thick fingers moving stray hairs away from your face. "told ya we shouldn't have gone last night."

you shake your head. "it was your friend's birthday."

"does it matter, [name]?" he sounds stern. he only ever acts strict with you when he's really worried. "y'were already falling sick yesterday."

you reach for the box of tissues, fingers trying to reach inside the packaging for another piece, but you seem to have used all of them up — the 3rd time today.

"can you stay home, toji?"

it's one simple request that has him nodding. if you didn't mention it, he thinks he would've forgotten all about work — toji was much too worried to let you stay home alone, while a random doctor he hires on the day of attends to you. he much rather take care of you himself.

"i think i'll fuckin' have to," toji answers, frown plastered on his face out of pure worry; he has no idea how happy his reply makes you — you were more than comfortable with the idea of him taking care of you. "'m too worried to let you be alone."

"thank you, toji," you smile up at him and he feels his face burn up, so much that he thinks he feels hotter than you; "you always take such good care of me."

he always does. there was no doubt about it.

it's then that toji fushiguro stands up, his feet quick in making it's way to the bathroom to prepare a cold towel to plaster on top of your forehead. his actions are quick, wanting to make you feel better as soon as possible; your pale lips and tired eyes worried him more than he'd like to admit.

he ends up cooking the worst chicken noodle soup ever, but you chug it down with a grateful smile and a kiss to toji's cheek.

"fuck," he mumbles, sounding almost annoyed. "think i'm gonna get a fever now, too."

the smirk on his face tells you everything, though — at least now he knows money can't buy this.

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NANAMI KENTO is the type of man to do as you please, whenever you please, even if it's something you didn't even ask for.

he loves to see the smile on your face, the way your eyes sparkle when he agrees to help you with something just because you want him to — he can never get sick of the way your voice thanks him.

this is especially true in times of emergency.

it's a friday night and you're having dinner with nanami, legs crossed underneath the marbled tabletop — your silk emerald green dress flows perfectly, hugs your body just right; you think you did a good job picking it out today.

nanami had a range of activities planned out for tonight. it was your anniversary — dinner, then a film festival, then whatever surprise he kept a secret after.

you didn't try to snoop this time, genuinely thrilled to have such a special night with your lover; you were always one to love surprises, especially the ones from nanami.

beautiful, slow tempo jazz plays in the italian restaurant — you feel like you're from a different time, enjoying such authentic food.

"ken," you smile. "you should try some of this."

he doesn't respond for a bit. he's been looking at you with dreamy eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip; it's not until you giggle that he snaps out of whatever state he was just in.

"sorry, darling," nanami clears his throat. "you just look absolutely breathtaking tonight."

you physically feel the blood rush to your cheeks, too fast that it's almost embarrassing: kento truly knew how to fluster you.

you spin the fork in your hand clockwise, picking up a ball of pasta. "do i not look breathtaking every night?"

nanami chuckles, fingers controlling the knife sawing away at the steak that sits ready on his plate. "stop teasing. you know i think you're beautiful every second—"

plop.

your eyes widen, feeling a damp spot on your thigh. your fork suddenly feels lighter, and your eyes dart down to your dress that now has a patch of spaghetti sauce.

your eyes forcefully close shut in embarrassment, fingers rubbing your temples as you sigh.

"shit," you curse under your breath. "i'm sorry, kento."

he smiles, shaking his head. "what are you apologising for? you didn't drop it on purpose."

nanami sees the frown that drags your smile away, and he feels his heart sink. he knows you really loved that dress — and so he asks you to just enjoy your meal and that he'll make something work.

it's then that his plan derails, just a little. you two are running late to the film festival, but he couldn't think of any better solution.

"wait a little, okay?"

nanami parks the car, and his feet quickly lead him out and into the mall for a little over 10 minutes — when he returns, it's with a black bag with gold printed letters.

oddly familiar, you think.

he steps into the driver's seat, shuts the door and opens the bag: it's the same dress you're wearing, just in a different colour — blue.

nevertheless, you can't help the smile that creeps up on your face. "ken.. you really didn't—"

"yes, i had to." he interrupts. "i know it's not green, but i hope it's okay."

"thank you, love." you say, voice too sweet that nanami remembers all the reasons he does these things for you — he thinks he'll never get tired of it.

020224 — happpyy february ! also i think nanami's one is a little ermm but we rock we roll life moves on yolo :( i got lazy towards the end but i tried Okay

[duc-kie]

Hii darlinggg, how about some headcannons with how the HP men take care of you while youre stressed or something. Im in the mood for some fluff.

Take your time, ✌️

finally wrote something again I’m actually so proud of myself. my life has been so busy lately I don’t even know my name anymore. this is quite short and it doesn’t contain many characters in it but it was easier to write it like this.

thank you so much for the request and the patience🫶🏻 hope you enjoy my hp fluff hcs

(it contains Cedric Diggory, draco malfoy, Mattheo riddle, Tom riddle)

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CEDRIC DIGGORY

- now he’s just the sweetest I love him. he’d know EXACTLY what to do to help you relax.

- (depending on what you like) he’d run you a hot bubble bath, put on a movie, cuddle with you, take you out on a dinner date or a picnic date, or he’d take you shopping etc.

- he’d hold you the whole night and tell you how proud of you he is and make you smile as much as possible.

- the next morning you better be ready for breakfast in the morning with the sweetest note and flowers next to it. he’d even cuddle you while you eat or give you a massage.

- literally a 100/10 I want him so bad.

DRACO MALFOY

- he might not appear as soft at first but he really is when you get to know him.

- he would try to distract you from the thing that was stressing you out so he’d put on a movie and prepare some snacks.

- then he’d cuddle you while you both watch the movie.

- he would fall asleep holding you and in the morning he’d bring you some breakfast in bed.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

- he can also be very sweet when you really get to know him and he always knows how to comfort you.

- he’d also distract you from whatever is stressing you out. he would take you to the slytherin common room at night when everyone is asleep and he’d cuddle you and read to you next to the fire place. he’d also make sure you have your hot cocoa and the softest blanket he could find.

- when he could tell you were tired he’d carry you back to his dorm and cuddle you to sleep.

- the next day he would make sure you have a great day and that you weren’t stressed anymore.

TOM RIDDLE

- now Tom riddle is sweeter after you’ve been together for a while BUT he’s still not very sweet.

- he’d act as if he doesn’t care at all but deep down he does a little.

- I feel like he’d go on a walk with you and let the nature take care of your stress so he doesn’t have to.

- at night he’d cuddle you as best as he could.

- the next morning wouldn’t be anything special, maybe he’d help you study if that’s what was causing your stress.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Okay here's one. I really dont think I'm the asshole but my ex sure does.

AITA for refusing to buy my partner a jar of pickles?

So this story has like, a little background and some confounding factors i think but i really could go both ways on whether i was the asshole.

Ill start with both my ex (21nb) and i (23f) had severe mental health issues and were working on treatment when we were together. Theyd been in and out of inpatient stays throughout our three year relationship. Towards the Day of Pickles, i had my first inpatient stay where i got help i desperately needed to keep myself safe. This happened to be about a week after my 23rd birthday, but about two and a half weeks before their 21st birthday.

Anyway, at that time i had just gotten out of the hospital and started a new job at Joanns Fabrics (i outlived that retail fucker and im proud of it). I had been unemployed for the previous year and a half because of the pandemic and so the retail job was really my saving grace to have some sort of income to buy gas and groceries. My parents let me live rent free with them in their basement but i spent a LOT of time essentially squatting at my ex's dorm because my situation with my parents was not great.

Now my ex was also being financially abused by their mom so they had a monthly "allowance" of 200$ (of their own money they made at their on campus job) and no access to their bank statements. So i spent a lot of my own money on gas and groceries for both of us, and anything we wanted to do for fun, like visit the city. Without an income, this was SUPER stressful for me and i spiraled pretty hard with feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Supporting two people, even minimal living expenses, on an income of exactly 0$ is the WORST.

Anyway, i got out of the hospital and pretty much immediately went back to picking up as many shifts as i could at work because id been on staff for all of two weeks before hospitalization. Knowing retail, i was probably on the precipice of losing hours or being fired altogether.

My ex wanted me to take time off to celebrate their 21st birthday (they didnt celebrate my birthday that year) and travel to see their family and drink etc. I got scheduled for an inconvenient time. I would have to miss their birthday if i didnt find someone to cover. I managed to switch shifts with another coworker who was nice enough to let me have her morning shift, so i was able to at least travel separately and be a little late to dinner.

The night of their birthday my ex wanted to get drunk and so we went to the liquor store. Now im generally pretty picky about alcohol but if i get anything special i always get enough to share. Mysteriously, no one ever offers to share the expense or pay me back. So with all of 150$ in my account, i purchased enough alcohol for myself and the rest of the party, and a bottle of (cheap af) liquor for myself. I was broke af until my next paycheck and was pretty much planning on giving up meals and staying at home because the commute to work was shorter and meant less gas.

My ex picked out a jar of boozy pickles and asked if i would get it for them for their birthday. I should note that with all the stress i was under i had found a birthday present for them but hadnt actually placed the order (was waiting to get paid). I also didnt lie to them about this and had told them that i hadnt gotten their birthday present yet. They were upset by this and told me they felt like i didnt care about them, to which i snapped and raised my voice a little.

I gave them a bit of a reality check. I told them in no uncertain terms that i was under a lot of stress, from nearly killing myself to being flat broke with little to no help from my family other than a conditional roof over my head, ordering their birthday present wasnt super high on my list of things to do and that i knew what i was going to get them and that i intended to order it as soon as i had the money to do so. After years of the sole attention being focused on keeping them alive, i needed some support and acting like i didnt care completely ignored EVERYTHING i did to keep us both afloat.They cried and played the victim as they tended to do and i was too stressed to do anything but be angry.

So when they asked for the pickles i told them no. I have NOTHING left in my bank account, and anything that was in my account was already allocated for something else.

They told me i was being selfish for buying myself alcohol on THEIR birthday, not even getting them a present, yelling at them, and then refusing to buy the one thing they asked for, especially after i refused to take off work the day before to hang out with them and their family. In front of our friends.

I told them that i was purchasing the alcohol for the whole party, that the present had slipped my mind, and that they were accusing me of not caring about them when i snapped. Then i walked out.

My bff went outside to help me cool down and i told him what was going on and how stressed i was and he said that he agreed with me, it was childish to expect me to pay for everything with no help from anyone and then act like im unreasonable for having to put limits on what i can purchase.

My ex ended up getting so pissed by all of this they broke up with me two days later, saying that their birthday was the final straw for them after I'd been so codependent and relying on them too much to survive.

I think its all ridiculous given all of the stress factors i was dealing with at the time. I feel like we're all entitled to the occasional emotional outburst/bouts of forgetfulness when we're stressed. But my ex seems to think im a selfish asshole. We've been no contact for the last two years so this isnt like a pressing concern or anything but it does make me roll my eyes occasionally.

So tumblr, aita?

(Btw im also much more financially stable now that I'm fully and properly medicated and away from them.)

[talaok]

Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??

anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹

I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕

pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)

He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.

And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.

You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"no"

"did you drink any water today?"

"not really"

And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.

He had conceived a whole plan of attack.

For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.

But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.

No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).

Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.

"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.

He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.

He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.

"how's it going?"

"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch

"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"

"It's not been two hours yet"

"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"

You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"

"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"

"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"

"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you

He watched something happen behind your eyes, 

"not if I keep taking breaks"

"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment 

"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"

"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"

And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.

"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"

"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back 

You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.

"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"

But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.

"ok this is it, hold onto me"

And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.

"w-what are you doing?"

"forcing you to take a break"

"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.

"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.

Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.

"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"

"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body

"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"

It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.

"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.

"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up

"Feeling better?"

"yes" you nodded "Thank you"

He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"

[afro-hispwriter]

My Little Ocean(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Velaryon!reader

Summary- you and Aemond just wanted to meet your daughter

Warnings- angsttt, death of a child(stillborn), attempted murder, witchery

*Sequel to 'Lovers' but can be read as a standalone*

W.C- 5.1k 

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist

-

The Blacks won of course, with Vhagar, Caraxes, and Meleys on their side, the Greens didn't stand a chance. Rhaenerya took the throne and was crowned queen. Jace ended up marrying Heleana while Lucerys  married Beala, Rheana is living with her grandparents, and Joffery still resides alongside Rhaenerya. DragonStone was given to you as a gift by your parents, and you and Aemond married. Rhaenerya also gifted you servants, cooks, guards and a dragon keeper. 

It had now been four years since the end of the war. You and Aemond have had two sons in that little time. Rhaegar and Viserys, and now you were with a third.

"This one is going to be a girl, im sure of it!" Exclaimed Aemond and as he ran his hand along your belly for the hundredth time as you walked though the courtyard if KingsLanding

"I know Aemond you've told me a thousand times." You giggle and slapped his hand away. You felt a brush of air past by you and your two little boys ran past you. 

"Careful with your mother!" Scolded Aemond and they stopped in there tracks. 

"Sorry father." Says Rhaegar and looks down. 

"Its okay, go find your cousins." You say and nudge Aemond and he just rolls his eye. They run off and you continue walking.

"Y/n!" You turn around to see your mother running down steps towards you. You left Aemonds aside to run and hug your mother. "How are you child?" 

"Im good, we all are." You reached your hand out behind you for Aemond. He grabbed your hand and you pulled him in tightly.

"Sister." He says and nods.

"Brother." She says, they still weren't exactly civil with each other but for your sake they were. "Where's Rhaegar and Viserys?" 

"Went to find their cousins." Says Aemond and wraps an arm around your waist. Daemon approached behind his wife and smiled at you.

"Hows the little one?" He asks and flicks his finger towards your belly. 

"She's okay, kicking strong." 

"She?" They both say.

"Aemond is sure that our babe is a girl." You place your hand on his chest. 

"Sure? I know she will be." He kisses your head and you close your eyes. Rhaenerya and Daemon look at each other with a knowing look.

"Come, we'll show you where you will be staying, let you settle in before dinner." Daemon says and opens his hand to the castle. You started walking and Aemond immediately set a hand on your back and grabbed your hand. 

"Aemond I can walk by myself."

"You're almost due to have our little girl, I need to be by you just in case." 

"3 months is too early." You say and push him off playfully. Him being so overprotective was cute and you were great full but sometimes it just gets unbearable. Once you settled into your room Aemond was dragged away from Daemon because he changed a lot of defenses and needed to show them to him im case of an emergency. Your mother had to leave and finish her queenly duties but informed you your half siblings who resided on Driftmark would be arriving soon. 

You sat on the balcony looking over the kingdom, it looked so much more alive. A servant walked in with a tray full of little snacks, a pitcher of wine, water, and tea.

"Princess, the Queen has sent me down here to check on you." She says and you turn around to face her. She looked familiar, she was an older women, maybe around your mother age maybe even older and had brown, almost black hair and green eyes. "Would you like anything?"

"Some tea would be fine." You say and feel a kick making you instinctively place a hand on your belly. 

"What do you hope for the babe to be?" Asks the servant as she grabs a goblet.

"My husband wishes for a girl this time, says he'll be the happiest man in this world, happier than he already is." 

"Hmm, thats so sweet of him." She says lowly and you miss the hint of frustration in her voice. She hands you the tea and you thank her with a smile. "Will that be all?" 

"Yes thank you." She starts to pick up the tray but you stop her. "No leave the tray just encase I want more." She nods and sets the tray back down and leaves. When the sun started setting isn't until Aemond returned. 

"How was your day?" He asks and sets his sword down. 

"Peaceful." You say and stand up from your chair. He placed his hand on your belly gently and waited to feel a kick but there was nothing making him frown. "She must be asleep." 

"Hmm, maybe." He says and kisses your head. You winced slightly and let out a deep breath making Aemond look at you in concern. "Whats wrong!?"

"Nothing, I've just been feeling sore all over for the last few hours and theres a pain in my lower belly but im sure everything's fine." You try and reassure him but you could see his worry.

"A massage maybe?" He suggests and tries to move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders. 

"As much as I love your massages, dinner must almost be ready." You say and turn around and run a hand down his arm. He smiles at you and leans down to kiss you softly before placing his forehead on yours.

"I love you." He says and pulls back and holds his arm put for you to take. You slid you arm in his and he slowly led you away.

-

Everyone was at dinner, best one yet. It had been so long since you've all been together, civil at least. Everyone laughed, talked, mostly catching up. Aemond was trying to pay attention to something else but what you said earlier about the pain and soreness was bothering him. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks you and you couldn't smile, the pain got worse. You groaned loudly and gripped the table. "Love?" 

"It hurts." Everyones eyes were on you now. 

"Whats wrong?" Rhaenerya gets out if her chair and rushed to your side.

"It feels like im in labor but its worse." Rhaenerya and Aemond gave each other a worried look.

"Mother?" Rhaegar asked from across the table, he did not like seeing you in pain. 

"Lets get her to the maester. Now!" Says Rhaenerya and Aemond nods. Daemon rushed over and put an arm under your and Aemond did the same, they hoisted you up to your feet and you cried out in pain. 

"Somethings wrong!" You cried and Aemond placed his arms under your legs and picked you up bridle style.

"Mommy." Cried Viserys and tried to run to you but Rhaenerya held him back. 

"Ill get the maester, you get her to the room!" Said Daemon and he ran into the hall. Aemond walked as fast as he could with you in his arms with your siblings in tow, Jace followed closed behind and when he made it to the room he opened the door for Aemond. He placed you gently on the bed and Baela fluffed up pillows to place under you. 

"Aemond im scared." You grab his hand in a deathly grip. He got down on his knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your loc twists and twists them up into a bun just like you showed him.

"I know, I know everything's going to be fine." He tries and reassures you but deep down you knew it wasn't. The maester came in followed by your mother and Daemon.

"My sons?" You ask and Rhaenerya smiles.

"With our most trusted caretakers, now don't worry about them right now, think about this baby." She says and you nod before your face twists like your about to cry.

"I wish father were here, I miss him." You say and Aemond kisses your forehead. "Can someone send for him?" The maester settled in and checked you.

"Of course." Said Daemon and he walked out. 

"There is... a lot of blood princess." Says the maester and you gasp making more tears run down your face. 

"What does that mean?" Asked Aemond and everyone waited his answer. 

"It means you have either miscarried or something has happened to the babe."  You stifled a sob and Aemond tightened his jaw.

"What do we-." He had to stop and compose himself. "What do we do now?" 

"Im going to give her something to... induce the labor." He says and Aemond immediately stands up, angry.

"No, its to early there has to be another way." He says and slowly everyone starts clearing out, leaving Rhaenerya to take Aemonds place.

"With all due respect, my prince, if the babe doesn't come out soon you will be risk loosing both of them!" Whisper yelled the maester to Aemond, he looked back at you. You were in pain, you were suffering. What he wouldn't give to take it all away from you. And he could, he just needed to talk to you first.

"My love." He said and dropped back to his knees. Rhaenerya moved away to let you talk. "He want to induce your labor, because if he doesn't, both of you will die." You slowly took in the information, processing it. You almost screamed in pain before nodding.

"Do it." You say and squeeze your eyes shut. Aemond bit his lip and held back a cry but he just held your hand up to his mouth. 

"My prince you should leave." Says the maester as his helpers started coming into the room. 

"No im not leaving her." He said and settled in beside you on the bed. 

"Very well, I will prepare my materials now." The maester immediately got to work, he was done with the remedy in minutes. He held the cup up to your lips and you drank it. "Your going to feel a lot of pressure in your lower regions in these next few minutes." You nodded and flopped your head back on the pillow.

"You look beautiful." Said Aemond and he kissed your exposed shoulder. 

"I don't feel like it." You say. "I feel sweaty and gross." You groan as the pressure started coming. "I feel the pressure." You say and the room got crazy, the helpers propped your legs up on pillows and they asked Aemond and Rhaenerya to just keep you calm.  

"Ready to push princess?" Asked the maester and you nodded. You started pushing, hard, your entire body was hurting. "I see the head." You saw a flash of worry on the maseters face but you didn't question it. You pushed again and that went you felt the baby slip out of you. You immediately sat up and looked at Aemond just to see him without his eyepatch, showing off his emerald.

"Are they healthy?" You asked but the maester looked at you and immediately turned away quickly before you could catch a glimpse. There was no cry. "I don't hear any crying?" You watched the helpers gasp and hold their hands up to their faces. 

"Maester?" Asked Rhaenerya and she walked up to everyone. 

"Its a girl." He announces but that doesn't give you and Aemond relief. 

"Shes not crying." Says Aemond and he couldn't help the teats coming down his face. "Why can't we see her?" 

"That is not wise my prince." He suggests and thats when you see the helpers wrapping up your baby.

"No." You said and started shaking you head.

"She has deformities, like a dragon." Rhaenerya gasps, remembering of her little Visenya. 

"NO!" You cried out and turned your face into the pillow to scream. Aemond had so many emotions running through his body. He kissed your shoulder and let tears run down his eye. Rhaenerya sat in a chair on the other side of you and tried to sooth you

"I need to check the princess." The maester. "I will need the room." Aemond shook his head and held onto you tighter. 

"Do you expect me to leave my wife after what she just went through." He tried to be angry but he just sounded broken. Rhaenerya stood up but not before kissing you on the forehead. She walked outside to see the family waiting.

"Well?" Asked Jace and Rhaenerya paused before shaking her head.

"Stillborn with dragon like deformities." Daemon looked up and looked at his wife. 

"Oh." Said Baela and she sighed. 

"I sent a raven to Laenor, hopefully he gets it and he'll be here." Said Daemon and he wraps his arms around his wife. 

"What can we do?" Asked Luke.

"Support her." Said Heleana and everyone nodded. 

-

"Maester?" You call out and Aemond lifts his head. "Was it something I did to have made this happen?" 

"No princess its not, there are many reasons, the Targaryen genes, flora, witchery." 

"Witchery?" Asked Aemond.

"Yes, when your mother had Visenya it was said it was caused by witchery." He said and turned around to clean the rest of his stuff. Then he stops and reaches over to the tray. "Princess where did you get this plant?" He shows you the root of a plant.

"A servant brought it in earlier today." You say with bo emotion whats so ever. 

"This is Dong Quai, extremely dangerous to pregnant women." He says and rushes to the door. "Queen Rhaenerya, I need you." Your mother rushed into the room with Daemon in tow.

"Whats wrong?" She look at you in concern.

"I think a servant poisoned the princess which caused all this." He says and Rhaeneryas face hardens. Aemond tightened his jaw and moved away from you to his feet. He grabbed his sword and was about to leave when Daemon placed a hand on his nephew's chest.

"Not now, soon." Aemond gave him a hardened stare before dropping his sword again.

"Describe this servant." 

"She had dark hair, green eyes, and she was older, maybe around your age mother." You say, your eyes starting to feel heavy. But you did notice Aemond tense up immediately but your strength was deteriorating. 

Aemond closed his eye and tightened his jaw. It couldn't be right? He threatened her that if she ever came near Y/n or him or even set foot on the land they were on, he'd have her head and feed her to Vhagar. Alys Rivers cursed his child and almost killed his wife. He turned around to see you eyes closed and he almost feared the worst until he saw your chest rising. He walked to the bed and grabbed a blanket to pull over your body, then grabbed his sword and snapped on his eyepatch.

"Tell her I'll be on DragonStone." He says and takes his leave.

"Brother, you cannot leave your wife." Says Rhaenerya and grabs his arm roughly. Aemond rips his arm away.

"I know who did this, but I just need a minute." He beelined for the door before anyone could say anything. 

-

When you woke the sun was shining brightly into your room. You slowly sat up and slowly you remembered what happened. You swallowed down s cry but it hurt, then you felt a cup up to your lips. You looked to the side to see Jace smiling at you with sympathy. You take a drink and look around.

"Where's Aemond?" You ask Jace and he sets his cup down. 

"DragonStone, he said be knew did this to you but he needed time." Says Jace and you nod before swallowing up tears. 

"I need to get to him." You say and try to get off the bed but the pain was too great.

"There is no way you're going anywhere." 

"But I need to get to Aemond, please Jace." You say and grab his shoulder. 

"Let me get mother." Says and Jace and he quickly leaves the room. You take in the room, it was clean for the most part. You tried to see if they had left your little girl in the room but they wouldn't do that. She was most likely in the sept. Your mother entered the room with a sad frown. 

"Darling, you're going to go to DragonStone." She says and you sigh in relief. "But you need to take a healing bath first, I'll have a ship ready when you're out." You nodded at what she said and you watched her nod to the door and servants entered into the room and then to the bathroom. Water rushed as well there was clattering of pans and slight chatter.

"What of my sons?" You ask.

"They've eaten breakfast and Helaena has taken it upon herself to distract them with her sons." 

"Good, thats good."

"Your Grace, Princess, the bath is ready." Said a servant, Eleena, she bad been there since you lived in KingsLanding before the war. 

"Help me with her." Said Rhaenerya and Eleena along with another servant went to help. They hoisted you up, arms under yours with hands on your back. They undressed you and slowly led you in the tub. You sighed as the warm water enveloped your body.

"We will let you soak then come in to bathe you." Everyone cleared the room to give you some privacy. You looked down to you belly and your face twisted. You no longer looked pregnant, you placed a hand on your belly and the feeling to cry came again. 

-

After you were washed and dressed into a black dress. You were escorted to the docks with Rhaenerya and Jace at your sides, when you arrived there were guards along with Daemon surrounding the boat with Rhaegar and Viserys waiting with them. You then saw a box, a small box, you knew who was in there.

"I-I never got to hold her." You whisper and they look at you.

“You can, lets get you on the boat.” Said Rhaenerya and they carefully walked across the dock. They sat you in a secured chair and once they checked out the ship they set off. It was quiet as Rhaenerya walked over to the coffin she slowly opened it, then slowly reached down and pick up the wrapped body. She walked towards you and you held your arms out.  She placed the corpse into your arm and backed away.

“Hi.” Was all you said and adjusted the babe in your arms like you did when your sons were first born. “I was supposed to be your mother, protect you and I feel like I failed at that, im so sorry my little one.” Rhaegar approached you with Viserys in tow, they looked at the wrapped bundle in your arms and then to your face. Seeing how sad you were made them sad as well, so they hugged you as tight as they could. “Thank you boy’s.” You hand the bundle back to Rhaenerya and places the wrapped corpse back in the coffin. 

You arrived to DragonStone in under two hours. Your health has deteriorated again.

“You need rest.” Says Jace as they dock.

“Aemond.” You say and your head lolls around. 

“I’ll get Aemond.” Says Daemon and hops off the boat. 

“Daemon!” You call and he turns around. “He’ll be on the beach!” Daemon nods and makes his way to the direction of the beach. You could barley stand on your own which would make the journey ten times tougher. Luckily they had brought a stretcher so two guards would carry you up. 

-

Daemon could see his nephew in the distance. He saw him on his knees in the water, and in the sand he saw his sword. As he got closer he realized Aemonds eyepatch was around the handle of the sword. 

“Aemond.” He said and his nephew immediately turned around.

“How is she?” He asked and stood up, completely soaked, Daemon guess he must’ve laid in the water. 

“She’s tired, and her health is deteriorating.” That word made Aemonds heart stop. “But she just needs rest, she’s in pain, and she needs you. Aemond looked away, ashamed that he left you. “Why did you leave?” He thought for a moment.

“Its my fault this happened, the person who did this was someone who almost tore me and Y/n apart and now… I almost lost her, permanently.”  Daemon placed to hands on his shoulder’s.

“This is not your fault, nephew.” Aemond couldn’t look him in the eye. “Nobody could have anticipated this happening, and if this person believes they can get away from this, they’re wrong. But right now it is not the time to sulk on this, your wife needs you, she hasn’t stopped asking for you.” Aemond nodded and swallowed hard. He walked over to his sword and grabbed it from out of the sand and just looked at it.

“Embaraya.” Said Aemond and Daemon looked at him in confusion. “That was supposed to be her name.”

“The Ocean.” Said Daemon and Aemond nodded, he wiped his eye and placed his patch in a pocket. 

“Where is Y/n?” 

“Resting in your chambers.” Says Daemon, Aemond didn’t respond, he just grabbed his sword and started walking away. 

- 

Aemond entered the room and saw you laying there, alone. You looked up and saw him standing there with his head hung down.

“Aemond.” You cried and rushed out of the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face in your neck. 

“Im sorry.” He says and holds you tighter. “This happened to you because of me.” You pull back in confusion, this time you could take in how tired terrible he was taking everything, he looked so defeated.

“What are you talking about?”

“The servant… it was… Alys.” You looked away from him and placed your head on his chest. Thats why she looked familiar. 

“This wasn’t your fault Aemond.” You say and push your face in his chest. “Don’t blame yourself please, I need you.” Aemond almost collapses at your words, you feel droplets of water fall on your skin and you notice his hair is wet. “Why are you wet?”

“I- I uh went into the water.” He didn’t have to explain anymore, you knew what it meant. 

“The funeral is tomorrow, on the beach.” You tell him and he mets out a shaky sigh and nods. 

“She’ll finally be able to see the ocean.” 

-

Your entire family was there, Corlys and Rhaenys flew in with Rhaena. Everyone was dressed in black. The dragons in attendance was Seasmoke and Vhagar. You walked beside Aemond, as he held the bundle that carried his dead daughter. Since he too did not get a chance to hold her, he insisted on carrying her to the beach. You got stronger over the night, having Aemond hold you let you rest completely. As you got closer in the distance you saw a man standing on the beach right in front of the wood where you baby would be placed. You took notice if the mans silver hair and dark skin,  so when you noticed who it was, you had to stop in your tracks.

“Father.” You whispered and starts walking quicker, then breaking into a jog. Leanor met you half way and wrapped his arms around you tightly, practically picking you iff the ground.

“My child.” He said in your hair. “Im so sorry, I should have came back after the war, should have been here for you.” He kissed your head and pulled back. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.” 

“I missed you.” You sobbed and he pulled you in tightly. Everyone had made it down to where you were. 

“My boy.” You heard Rhaenys call and you pulled back to let your grandmother hug her son, with Corlys joining. You immediately reached out for Rhaegar and Viserys.

“Father, I want you to meet your grandsons.” Leanor pulled away from his parents and he smiles theough the years when be saw his grandsons. He slowly got onto one knee infront of them.

“Hello.” He says and Viserys grabs on to the skirt of your dress.

“Are you grandpa Laenor?” Asked Rhaegar and Laenor nodded before laughing.

“I am.” Rhaegar shyly shuffled over to him and hugged his grandpa. Seeing his brother hug Lawnor Viserys followed, you smiled brightly at the sight, warming your heart greatly, something you really needed. You look around for Aemond and find him standing in front of the wood. You slowly walk to him and everyone silences. You slide your arms i to his and Aemond looks at you and nods. He slowly placed the bundle on top of the wood and you both bend down to place a kiss on her covered head. Then you walked back and stood with everyone. 

“Geros ilas issa byka embar(Goodbye my little ocean).” Said Aemond and tears started running down his face and you struggled not to sob.

“Issa tala(My daughter).” You choke out.

The next part you were both dreading. The part where one if your dragons would be commanded to light the wood on fire. But neither of you could being yourself to say a word.

“Dracarys.” Your father says loudly behind you. You watch Seasmoke turn his head but he obeys and started walking towards the wood. Aemond wrapped his arms around you and you pushed your face into his shoulder. Seasmoke let out a blaze and everyone felt the heat reach their skins. You ended up dropping to your knees and Aemond went down with you, still holding you. 

You cried and screamed, stronger and louder than when you gave birth. Aemond tried to sooth you but he was breaking down himself. People gave you two privacy, slowly leaving the beach. Aemond was grieving his daughter but he was also thinking about a plan to Harrenhall.

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You settled again in your room, you hadn’t spoken a word to him yet. Aemond didn’t want to leave you right now, but this couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed all his necessary weapons and walked towards you.

“You’re going?” You croak out and Aemond kisses your cheek. 

“I must.” He says and you nod.

“Come back to me.” Aemond placed to finger under your chin and turned you face to him.

“Always.” He kissed you deeply and held you tightly. 

-

Aemond marched through the halls of DragonStone. He saw Daemon and Laenor walking in the distance in deep conversation. 

“Daemon, Laenor, ride with me?” He asks and the two men look at each other before nodding.

“Where to?” Asks Laenor.

“Harrenhall.” Says Aemond and Daemon smiles sinisterly. 

“Laenor im assuming you’ve already heard your daughter was poisoned?” Asked Daemon and Laenor tightens his jaw. 

“Yes, the person who did this lives there.” Aemond nods. “I will ride.”

“Good.” Aemond started walking and the two men followed quickly. They reached the dragons and Vhagar lowered her neck. “Its quite a climb.” Daemon nodded in agreement.

“You two will have to manage, I seem to have my own ride.” Said Laenor and the other two men looked to see Seasmoke looking at his old rider. Then he slowly lowered his head and showed Leanor the saddle. “I missed you old boy.” He raised himself onto of the dragon. Daemon started his climb upon Vhagar with Daemon in tow. Once they were settled they took of to Harrenhall. 

- 

When they arrived, they got dirty stares but Aemond didn’t care he stomped off to the mast place he remembered her being. Once he was in front of the buildings he took out his sword. 

“ALYS RIVERS GET OUT HERE!” Aemond yelled loudly, it was a few moments before the door opened revealing the older woman. 

“Aemond.” She smiles at him and leans against the door. Aemond had anger radiating off of him, he walked ip the steps of the house roughly and grabbed her hair tightly before shoving her roughly down the steps. She fell face first into the ground and coughed. “How dare you.” She tried to stand and go up to Aemond but she was roughly grabbed by Daemon and forced to her knees.

“Remember what I said would happen if you came near Y/n again or even step foot close on the land we’re on?” He asked with every word he got closer. Fear flashed Alys’ face. 

“She took you away from me.” She seethed and spit at Aemonds feet. 

“I was always hers.” Aemond raised his sword and she flinched and looked away. When nothing happened she looked to see Aemond sheathing his sword. “You murdered my daughter Embaraya Targaryen by committing witchery and by the root Dong Quai and attempted to murder my wife Y/n Velaryon, the punishment is death… by dragon.” She watched Aemond nod to Leanor.

“Ipradagon zȳhon(eat her)!” Seasmoke roared from above and landed behind Daemon and Laenor. They moved away and Aemond took a few steps back. Alys screamed and tried to run but Seasmoke opened his mouth widely and snapped his jaw over her body and tightened making blood fly everywhere and limbs fall to the ground. The people of Harrenhall gasps and the mob headed towards the silver haired men but before they could get closer Vhagar landed right on the house where Alys’ inhabited and destroyed it completely. She roared loudly and the people ran away as Seasmoke tried to grab someone.

“Go to her.” Said Daemon and wiped his face of the blood that splattered over him. Aemond silently thanked both men before running to Vhagar, they took off immediately not before Vhagars tail destroyed another building.

-

Aemond tried to clean off as much blood as possible before he reached the room. He opened the door and peaked his head inside. He walked into the room compl and he saw you on the balcony. 

“Lover.” He said and you whipped around, before you could go to him he was already on the balcony with you.

“Is it done?” You ask and he nods. “Good.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and he held you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Lets go to bed, we’ve had a long day.” Aemond looks over to the horizon, seeing the ocean with the room glimmering over it. 

“Anything for you my love.” 

-

A/n- I didn’t expect for it to be this long honestly so sorry for errors, there definitely going to be a part 3 and I already have it planned with a surprise:)

[morbid-zombii]

↻ ^. ellie williams/mother!reader headcanons

A/N:: short mothersday post. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY YALLL. also new formatting?!?! uhhjdj i didnt rlly know how to end this but i tried my best... , reader is in place of dina for this, also im super unmotivated & havent written anything tlou related in a HOT minute so im forcing myself to write this in an attempt to fight writersblock‼️

↻ ^. expect to start your day by waking up to the smell of your favorite breakfast filling the air around you, wether it be something super fancy and elaborate like a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup with a side of strawberries, to simple and easy like cereal, she's made it just for you (despite the fact it looks like a tornado ran through the kitchen. dont worry, though!! she'll clean it all up later.)

↻ ^. she'll lead you into the living room where there'll be a boquet of your favorite flowers poised perfectly in a vase on top of the coffee table, as well as a small handmade card signed by her and JJ. (although she had to forge JJ's signature since babies don't exactly know how to work their hands properly.) and sure, the flowers might've been hard to find since flower shops aren't too common given the fact you both live in the countryside and you guys are in the middle of an apocalypse, but the fruity scent the flowers give off, filling the space around you two, as well as the appreciative smile that decorates your face makes it all the more worth it.

↻ ^. she will insist on you resting and relaxing, and of course she's already decided that she will be the one to take care of the baby, as well as all of what would usually be your responsabilities. (dishes, laundry, cooking, etc, etc.) and although you did try to convince her otherwise, she remained firm in her decision. she'll play your favorite songs on the record player for you to listen to while she wakes and readies JJ for the day, though ellie ends up drowning out the sound of the music that wafts through the air, chatting to you about how she appreciates you, and somehow in the process, she also ends up spoiling her plans for how she wants to spend mothers day with you. you weren't dissapointed however, you found it cute how excited she was to spend today with you.

↻ ^. once JJ is dressed, fed, and taken care of (which surprisingly didn't take as long as you thought it would, since ellie isn't as great with kids as you are) it's up to you to decide what to do for the day since she stupidly ruined the surprise. and eventually when it dawns upon you that there's still some unplanted flower seeds in the shed, you land on gardening. after slipping your shoes on and heading out the door with the gardening equipment, you each busy yourselves with digging up soil and placing the unsprouted seeds in the dirt to soon bloom into a beautiful mixture of lillies, dahlias, and sunflowers.

↻ ^. though JJ had barely done any actual gardening—maybe planting one actual flower seed, all thanks to your assistance—he had gotten the dirtiest out of the three of you. even considering the fact he had been given his own pair of miniature gloves to protect him from the dirt, he would take them off every few minutes, fully set on the idea of playing with the dirt with his bare hands and digging up scattered holes with the small shovel that had been handed to him

↻ ^. so with a dirt-covered JJ in ellie's arms, you each head inside to run a hot bath and clean him up. and once that's done, and the bathroom is practically overflowing with water that JJ playfully splashed too much of at you two, ellie finally settles him into his crib for a nap which also serves as an opportunity to spend some uninterupted alone time with you. that alone time is spent by the two of you taking a much needed shower of your own, taking turns and sharing the warm water as it cascades down onto your bare skin. and while you two are in there, ellie is definitely willing to wash you herself if you'd let her, as well as show you just how much she appreciates you.. only if you're up for it, of course.

↻ ^. once you're both done in the shower and dressed in a confortable pair of pajamas, JJ has woken up, so ellie takes him from his crib and settles with you in the living room. you decide to spend whats left in the day eating popcorn, chips, and an assortment of other snacks while binge watching your favorite DVD's, curled up next to eachother, snug under a blanket on the sofa of your living room. each of the movies being ones that you had brought from Jackson before moving to the farm, consisting of fantasy, rom-coms, horror, and superhero movies (ellies personal favorite, of course.).

↻ ^. the day ends as moonlight peeks through the curtains, filling the room with a dim light that casts shadows stretching against the furniture. you and ellie snuggle next to eachother with JJ's body snoring softly right in the middle of both of your soundly asleep figures. you're all comfortably buried under a heap of blankets on the sofa after there's no more movies to watch and the snacks have been either eaten or stored away for later.

[sophswritingthings]

ruin my life -- chapter 1

| warning(s): light swearing |

| a/n: modern mizu had such a grip on me, and now were here. |

| summary: an overlook into mizu's life before you enter it. |

| song rec: ruin my life -- zolita (for the story, in general) |

| word count: 776 words / 4,211 characters |

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mizu always kept to herself, she was never the loud type. always played a background role, even if people thought she should be in the spotlight.

never had she believed that before she met eiji.

eiji was an alumni at her school.. one of the many famous actors the school had produced. the amount of actors they had produced is why she really wanted to go to the school, in the first place.

and meeting him kind of changed her whole perception of her own talent, of her own mind. if someone who was so great could tell her all these great things about herself, they were true, surely.

"listen here, kid, nobody ever did anything by sitting on their ass and never getting anything done," he furrowed his eyebrows as they walked side by side, through the halls of the marbled school. "I know that better than anyone. you remind me of myself, when I went here."

she arched one eyebrow, "how come? im.. nothing like you, I mean.. you're this great actor and im just.. a college student who can barley pay their own tuition."

he gently gripped her shoulder, nodding, "exactly. do you think I was some great guy while I was in college? I didn't come from riches, kid, I could barley pay for this college when I was your age."

she adverted her gaze, a little sigh leaving her lips, "suppose that's true," mizu mumbled.

"and ive heard you do fencing," he tapped his cane against the ground, "as did i."

"oh--yeah. yeah, I know," a small smile crossed her lips. "its part of the reason I wanted to start. sort of, I guess."

"its a noble practice," he nodded, smiling a bit. "may I request to meet you, again, mizu? after your classes, tomorrow."

her eyes widened, gazing at him. someone as great as him, wanted anything to do with them?

"um, uh, yes." she stammered, "I'll meet you here."

and from then on, that's what they'd do. hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks that she would meet eiji for both fencing practice, and acting/college advice.

eiji was basically the father she had never had, someone to inspire her, push her forward.

her college life had improved, a little. not by much, but a little. she still lived in a small-ass college dorm with three other girls, sharing two sets of bunk beds in the room the size of a walk in closet.

"mizu? hey?" one of the girls, carrie, seemed to take an interest in her early. and of course, she had settled on the top bunk of mizu's bed. the girl popped down, swinging her head over mizu's bed. "you doin' anything tomorrow? me and some friends were going out and--"

mizu's head had almost immediately blocked out any word she said. she didn't want anything to do with this girl, nor what she was offering. she seemed to be the kind of girl to cling and never leave, and she was not about that. she'd come home crying over some new girl every week, she could guess, crying that they said she was "too clingy".

"uh--yeah. im working," mizu hissed, never looking up from her phone.

that wasn't a lie, actually, she had work at her average pay job as a barista. she had been working there ever since she got accepted into the college, how else would she pa her tuition?

not that it helped, much, it wasn't the best pay ever. and her tuition was more than 50,000 dollars a year--she was going to be in debt for more days than she thought she could count. but if she managed (and hopefully she would, with eijis help) to get a good gig, or few, she could pay it off in no time.

the coffee shop wasn't too bad, though. customers were usually quiet, besides the few that would come in every so often. she'd get okay tips, considering she tried to be as respectful as she could.

she had her friends. none of which attended the same school--they all had different majors. whom she considered her best friend, akemi, was in harvard law school miles away from them. taigen had gotten into law school, too, just not the same. (he definitely wasn't smart enough for harvard, that's for sure.) and ringo, the sweet culinary major she'd met going out for drinks, one night, with akemi. he was a mixologist, and despite his lack of hands--he was a wonderful one.

her life was calm. her life was quiet.

there was never anything absolutely interesting, about it.

that was--until you walked into it.

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[silvyslayer42]

how i think some character’s thoughts react to seeing kuriko:

toritsuka : immediately attracted to her and only a little bit because she looks like saiki

‘wow. that chicks kinda cute, huh? she looks around my age, too. maybe i should- actually, no that would probably go badly. … oh fuck? she’s looking over here. we’re making eye contact. her eyes are so pretty- and her expression is so scary oh my god??? what kind of spiritual aura even is that? it’s like she’s staring into my soul… did i piss her off somehow? you know what, i’ll leave, i’m just gonna get out of here. that girl is pretty cute but totally terrifying…’

aiura : immediately clocked her as saiki lol.

‘heh? isn’t this kusuo’s aura? so he’s here in the same place as me then (fate? yeah, definitely fate), but where..? oh, there he is! . eh? is that-? why does he look like a girl now? … so even kusuo has that kind of hobby… you look great by the way, babe!’

kokomi : gay

‘ah, this is a surprise! that is kuriko-chan, isn’t it? that means she’s back in japan now, then? i should probably go say hi to her, she was lovely to meet back at the cafe after all, and a perfect girl always greets her friends and acquaintances with a smile~! speaking of lovely… kuriko chan does look just as charming as ever. that constantly aloof face is really as cute on her as it is on her older brother, i could almost offu for her myself, haha. im getting sidetracked, anyways. … what exactly should i say to her? would just “hello” suffice? maybe a more substantial greeting would be better?—‘

akechi : gay

‘hmmm. well, objectively speaking that girl is quite pretty isn’t she? for starters her hair is a very nice shade of pink and it looks so nicely styled too while still managing the “effortless” look well enough that if i didn’t know better about hair styling i’d say she didn’t do anything special to it at all and her eyes are such a deep shade of violet too and they really remind me of saiki-kun’s in that way. speaking of saiki-kun he and this girl do look sort of similar now that i put my attention on it. maybe it’s because i have seen saiki-kun’s eyes before too even if it was only for a moment and know that they’re a similar color or maybe it’s just that perpetual pout that they both wear.. regardless this girl is really very attractive, i guess if i did have a type it would be girls like her with defined jaws and soft looking skin however this is all immaterial considering i can only really have eyes for—‘

[unteriors-in-house-flipper-2]

Im so curious to know what your process is. Do you use math to map out the lengths of things from the image or do you just kinda feel it out?

at first i just eyeballed it, but for the past few 'builds' ive started putting more effort into matching the composition! its a lot of trial and error cause im an artist so i dont have a great way of exactly determining things, but this is how ive started recently:

i mostly slap the reference image on a canvas the same size/aspect ratio as my game window, then use the perspective ruler tool in Clip Studio Paint to trace the main structure of the room. i then deform grids (corresponding to the 20cm cubes that walls in hf2 are made of) onto the walls and floors to try and estimate the dimensions. i know that walls are usually around 2.5m tall and all doors in hf2 are 2m tall, so i make sure to match those to the grid and see how the rest lines up.

this process is very imprecise and small changes can make a huge difference cause i'm just extrapolating things. often i cant get the in-game grid to line up quite right with my "measurements" (because of lens distortion? rounding errors? the ruler tool doesn't guarantee perfect squares/cubes? still figuring it out) but i CAN use it to determine the height and approximate location in the room the picture was taken! from there i can start taking screenshots and overlaying them onto the reference image to trial-and-error my way to the closest FOV and to start making more precise adjustments to the size of the room and such

for example: in the littleton north carolina uh. anime den. the grid on the floor wasn't quite right, and i ended up having to make the room 1 block narrower on both sides. the doorway between the two rooms and the diagonal wall also needed some adjusting!

in the end i cant get it to be perfect, but i really enjoy trying to match the basic structure of the room as much as i can!

(also to make sure i take screenshots from the same space, i place down a kitchen cabinet for inner corners to back myself into, and then place a tiny clothing hook on the wall in the location my cursor has to be. i temporarily delete the hook to take screenshots and then just ctrl+z it when i'm done lol)

[quitealotofsodapop]

Im sobbing and jsut imagining MK and the Noodle Gang doing a visit to FFM during Slow Boiled (either not the version where DBK dragged Wukong to live st the palace or a version where Wukong managed to convince them to let him live in the conforts of his own home) and see him working on building a shrine. First, they immediately stop him because "Wtf you're pregnant! Put the hammer down!" before asking what the shrine was for.

"Ah, it's a bit... personal. I'd been meaning to rebuild this old thing for a while after it got destroyed in... the Burning..." Wukong's face faltered a moment here at the memories, "but hadn't been able to bring myself to do it. I figured I'd finally get around yo it."

It doesn't take long to realize this shrine was to honor an ancestor of some sort, although with Wukong being well known for not having parents (as far as they knew) they were confused and asked who the shrine was for. Wukong had a sad, almost nostalgic smile as he calmly, yet somehow enthusiastically, explained.

"He was the Elder of the troupe that led us when I was a cub, before I became the Monkey King. He-"

"Wait! You weren't always the Monkey King!?"

"*sigh* Yes, kid. Once upon a time, I was a cub just like anyone else. Anyways! He was a storyteller at heart and ancient, like, old enough to remember the Great Floods ancient! See, the thing about him is that he was like me, a stone monkey. So when I hatched, he took me in and raised me, taught me about our people. As much as he could, anyway. His memory was going, and he wasn't long for the world even when I was still a cub."

"THERE WERE MORE-"

"Yes, scholar... I was not the only Stone Monkey."

DBK can't keep his little bro locked up at the Bull palace for long. Red would sneak Wukong out if he asks nicely. PIF and DBK just sigh, they can't cage a free spirit.

Wukong getting the drive to fix things up around FFM, only for the Noodle Gang to stop him from doing heavy construction. You know Pigsy makes a choked squeal the first time he sees Wukong trying to climb a ladder unassisted.

When Wukong finally explains what he was trying to fix, the gang's hearts just drop. Is it well known that The Monkey King did in fact lose people in the War - to think that he lost the closest thing to a parent even before that surprises them.

Tang ofc is nosey and must known More.

Wukong: "He was called Elder Shítougùshì. He was the only other Stone Monkey I had ever met." Tang: "Another stone monkey!?" Wukong: "Yes. He stayed behind on the island after the Great Flood even as the other survivors left for higher ground. He wanted to make sure no one forgot the original troupe." MK: "Then... you were born into a whole troupe of monkeys like you..." Wukong: "Not exactly. I still popped out of a stone egg - the "Boulder" that held me... it was my mother." The Noodle Shop Gang, thinking hard about the King's current Egg issue: "OH." Wukong: "Yeah... Elder and my Stalwarts had been the ones to find me when I finally hatched. He tried his best to raise me with help from the monkey demon troupe, but he still passed on sometime after we rediscovered the Stone Palace. Then I set out to find my first immortality." Tang, jttw-brain firing: "HE! He was the old monkey that passed away and set you on the path to find Master Subodhi!" Wukong, smiling sadly: "Yes. Yes he was." Sandy: "He sounds like a fine man- monkey Mr King. Hope he's happy to see where you are now." Wukong, tracing the old shrine with his fingers: "So do I big guy."

After the convo takes place, the Noodle Shop gang conspire to fix up some of the shrines and statues around the island. They get DBK involved since he remembers what the island was like pre-Burning. The Bull King would also jump to help honor the man that raised his little brother into the King he became!

Wukong comes home one day and finds that the shrine to Elder Shítougùshì has been reparied - not exactly how it was before the Burning, but finally clean and completed. A little ceramic monkey figure sitting on the altar.

Wukong cries like a cub when he realises MK and his friends fixed it.

[beemers-hell]

I've seen a lot of fashion doll posting on your twitter and like, I don't exactly know how to ask but if you ever want to infodump about it on here that would be so genuinely interesting

Not pressuring you in any way of course! I just like seeing your fashion doll posting

rubs my hands together maliciously

Ok so I don't actually have anything I feel like talking about doll wise atm, I prefer making one off posts here n there about the dolls I'm into on twt more than tumblr cause I feel like twt is better suited for one off thoughts while tumblr is better suited for dedicated n thought out posts, at least with how I use it. Which is why you see a lot more wips/shitposts from me on twt than tumblr. so instead I'll just show yall my current collection!!! ANYWAY long ass post time

I've been working on finding and filling out various release lines from different doll brands im fixated on and have been rearranging my collection set up a lot cause of it lol. My shit is scattered all around my room because of how me and my little brother have divided up space for us to display both of our separate collections of things (we are both autistic and insane about our special interests) so there's gonna be a lot of photos lol

TO BEGIN: here's my display case of all my old g1 Monster High dolls I managed to hold onto since I was a kid! I got all of these back when MH initially debuted (when I was around 8 or 9) and all of these dolls have survived through my childhood/teenage years, hence why they're not in super great shape unfortunately lol

the only exceptions to this being the Día de Muertos Howliday Skelita, since obvs that's a recent release, as well as the misc. dolls I have scattered around the top of the case, those are dolls that s0uless has gifted to me over the past 2 years teehee

Moving on, to my current collection of dolls I began purchasing for myself over the past year: starting with this set of shelves next to my bed! I'm mainly using this as my Bratz shelf, but I ran out of room to fit my Skultimate Secrets Fearidescent Dolls where I usually keep my Monster High dolls, so they're there for now.

I only have Jade's reproduction doll because when the Bratz reproductions first began releasing, I was being strict with myself about not indulging in dolls again so I only let myself get Jade since shes my fav. Which I'm sad about, cause I'd love to have all the girls together for both their 20th anniversary reproduction dolls and their Alwayz dolls together. Also, there's a spot left empty next to my Alwayz Cloe bc I have Not been able to find Alwayz Sasha in stores like ANYWHERE for the past 2 months, so I gave up and ordered her online. She'll be arriving here in a couple days!!

Next up is this series of shelves above my dresser that I mainly use to display misc. figures n other shit I've come to own since I was like 12 (you can tell bc of the MHA stuff lmao) but I recently cleared some space so I could fit my Skultimate Secrets Series 1 Dolls (and Spa Day Lagoona + Scare-adise Frankie and Draculaura) somewhere, as well as having a place to display my current set of LOL OMG dolls! And also Bank art doll cameo lmao

Then we have the top shelf of my desk, which mostly has various Knicks knacks compacted into a corner but I put my two LOL OMG Tweens together there, as well as my single Licca doll that s0uless got me for this past christmas and the custom doll they made of my sona for me! <3

(fun fact me and s0uless are currently in the process of making more custom dolls of Eb, Bank, and the triplets but you'll have to wait n see on that one hehe)

And finally for dolls, here's my desk setup, where I display my main Monster High dolls! I mostly just display each Signature Doll + Their Core Refreshes here, but Monsterball Draculaura didn't have space anywhere else so she gets to chill there too lmao

Thats it for my actual dolls, but I have two other photos to share, which is just how I set up my Skultimate Secrets Series 1 Lockers + where I put the posters that come with each Bratz doll I have lmao

ok thats all I'm done now, ill update this when Sasha gets here lmao