#im so fucking scared of everything and everyone all the time and i cant keep living like this

[pardonmystardust]

Y'all is it ever really possible to outgrow this suffocating terminal timidity? Has anyone done it? Part of it is being a tranny, part of it is just learned instincts from a parenting style based on fear but I can't keep acting this small forever

[thorninyourpaw]

my existence makes me feel awful for my family

[jackass-jones]

Posts about bpd need to stop being so damn relatable to me 🤨

[chococookiez]

one thing i hate about my hyperfixation being on emo music is me periodically having to do a mountain of research literally every time i remember a band having allegations just so i don't feel completely terrible about keeping ONE SINGULAR SONG (which i happen to love with my entire life but still. One (1) song) on my playlists

[strawbebyjam]

i think i’ve reached my breaking point

[transgaysex]

i am so stressed btw

[rowretro]

𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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[jj-maybanks-daughter]

baby

y/n and rafe had been married for 2 years and have been trying to have a baby for a year and 6 months. they had tried everything. rafe gave up drugs, she took fertility pills, tests, looking through family history, and even shots. y/n hates shots but she would do anything to bring a baby into the world. it all paid off eventually 

warnings: throwing up, difficult birth, blood, stitches, hard pregnancy, some cursing, mention of wards death, lmk if i missed anything

y/n leaped out of bed, rafe slowly opening his eyes and following her to the bathroom. “you good, babe?” he asked peeking through the crack she left in the door.

“i think i’m gonna throw up.” she sighed lunging to the toilet and lifting up the seat. rafe pulled her face out of her hair. 

y/n turned around and smiled at him. 

“bro, why are you smiling. it’s fucking 7:32 am and you just threw up. i wouldn’t be smiling.” he said after dropping her hair. 

“babe,” she paused, “do you know what this means?” he smile just got bigger and bigger. rafe sat to think for a minute

“wait…” he started to smile after he realized,  “when was your last period?” he unlocked his phone to open the period tracker he got on his phone to keep track. 

“i didn’t want to get your hopes up, but i think throwing up is a good sign.” y/n chuckled. her period was 4 days late, but they are never on time. morning sickness might have just confirmed the news. 

“oh my god! oh my god!” he got up to pick her up and spun her around in his arms. “we need to go get a test!” he yelled, thrilled. 

“babe, it’s so early.” she smiled 

“oh right… as soon as the open. can i get you anything? water, snack?” he asked excitedly. 

“all i want is to brush my teeth.” she laughed. she didn’t want to be to excited, in case she was getting her hopes up. 

rafe hopped in his pickup truck to run to the pharmacy. he didn’t know how many tests to get, so he got three.  

he checked out and got home as soon as he could. 

“i’m home!” he said, barging into the door of the house on figure eight. 

he handed her the tests and led her to the bathroom. he waited outside as she took them. 

“babe.” she said as she opened the door, tests on the counter. “i really don’t want you to get your hopes up. it might not be anything. i don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s negative.” she said, looking down at her feet. 

“i know, babe.” he said pulling her in for a hug and resting his head on hers. “i just need to feel confident. all i want is for you to be healthy.” 

the timer went off a few minutes later. “rafey, im scared” she admitted. 

“it’ll be alright either way, ok?” he reassured her. she was more worried for him to be upset with her. she knew he’s been wanting to be a dad for a long time, and this finally seemed like his chance.

“three two one” she counted down as the flipped the tests. “OH MY GOD! I CANT BELIEVE IT!” she yelled and cheered

“i’m gonna be a dad!” he picked her up and spun her around. “finally! it paid off, babe! i’m gonna call a doctor and we’re gonna get you an appointment. i’m so excited!”

a few weeks later was your appointment.

“i’m nervous, babe.” y/n admitted in the car ride there. 

“it’ll be alright. i can’t wait to see baby’s heartbeat.” he put his hand on y/ns thigh as his eyes stayed on the road. 

“there’s the heartbeat!” the doctor smiled as she pointed to the screen. 

tears of joy ran down both y/n and rage’s faces as they admired the screen. “how much longer till the baby comes?” rafe jokes.

“due to the issues with getting pregnant, we are going to have you come in every other week to check on baby, ok?” the nurse smiled.

“we have to tell everyone!” rafe said, ecstatic as they got to the car. “they’re gonna be so happy. sarah is gonna be so excited.” 

him and sarah had figured things out after the death of their father. they were really close, and rafe finally accepted the pogues. 

“well we can tell them to meet up at the house, and we’ll tell them there!” y/n told him. 

rafe called sarah to bring her and her friends over tonight. 

 “what’s up, rafe?” sarah asked, concerned as she walked in the house, he friends piling after her. 

“y/n! they’re here!” rafe shouted upstairs. “it’s good, don’t worry.” 

sarah let out a sigh of relief at the good news. 

y/n hurried down the stairs, still careful not to fall, and rafe watched her, nervous. “slow down, babe. dont want you to fall.” he said, protectively.

“i wont” she giggled. she still grabbed onto the railing and rafe relaxed a little. “come, sit!” she led them to the living room to sit on the couch. 

“what’s wrong?” kiara asked, raising an eyebrow. 

the couple looked at each other and smiled. “your want to say it?” she whispered in his ear. he smiled in a really? way. she nodded and he looked backed over to the pogues.

“we’re pregnant!” he laughed. 

“oh my god! really?!?” sarah yelled hopping up and hugging y/n 

“yes!” she smiled, tears rolling down her eyes.

“when did you find out?” jj asked. jj was best friends with y/n when they were little. they’re still friends, but not as close. 

“a few weeks ago. we wanted to make sure before we told anyone.” rafe answered.

“congrats, guys!” john b said, patting y/n on the back as she wiped her tears. 

the cat was out of the bag. they didn’t need to worry about anyone finding out about the pregnancy if it didn’t work out. they had grown pretty close to their unborn baby. 

rafe had set up the nursery, sarah and y/n went to buy the baby clothes, they had a gender reveal party, (it’s a girl!) they threw a baby shower, everything the baby needed. 

y/ns belly had grown a lot, it was painful for her and not one day went without crying and throwing up, even after they were told it would get better. she had a meltdown over little stuff, but rafe didn’t let it bother him, considering she was carrying his baby and she couldn’t control the hormones that came with that. 

“do you want anything to eat?” rafe asked.

tears welled in y/ns eyes. “what’s wrong, babe?” he asked 

“i’m hungry b-but i don’t know what i want to eat.” she put her head in her hands.

“do you want a sandwich? i’ll go get you one.” 

“i want something sweet.” she never liked sweet stuff, but rafe wasn’t going to argue with her about that. 

“we have a watermelon. do you want me to cut it for you?” he asked. it took her a second to think, but then she nodded her head and looked at him. “i can do that. go head and put on something to watch.” 

he cut the watermelon and y/n was relaxed for about 5 minutes before she heard a curse from the kitchen. “FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH” 

“rafe?” she asked, sitting up and walking to the kitchen. she saw blood all over the kitchen, which made her nauseous. she ran to the bathroom to throw up while rafe had to deal with his bleeding finger. 

he ran it underwater and tried to save the watermelon, but there was no use. there was blood everywhere, even if it was just his finger. 

y/n came rushing back to the kitchen. “are you ok, babe?” she asked eagerly as she traced circles on his back while he washed his hand. 

“i just cut my finger, it’s alright.”

“why did it bleed so much?” she asked looking at the kitchen.

“it was deep, but it shouldn’t need stitches.” he looked at the still bleeding finger, and showed it to y/n.

“uhhh- that’s pretty deep. can we just go to the hospital? it’s making me nervous, it shouldn’t be that deep.” she told him. 

“i’m going to wrap it with this and then your gonna drive us and you will get stitches and we’ll get back.” 

rafe wasn’t going to argue with her, although he really wanted to. he drove them to the hospital and got it stitched up. 

they came back and cleaned the kitchen. they started making out. “do you want to?”rafe asked her. they were nervous to have sex while pregnant, but at this point,

both of them were basically helpless.

“yea” she gasped out as he led her to the bedroom. they still had a month until the baby would come. they went 7 months without having sex, they needed it with everything that happened the past few weeks. 

“how do you want to do this? i don’t know what’s comfortable for you.” rafe asked as she sat on the bed and he watched her and tried to come up with a plan. 

“idk just do what feels right and i’ll tell you if it hurts.” rafe layed down next to her and pulled down her shorts and panties and he pulled down his shorts and boxers, lifting his shirt over his head not long after. 

“do you want this off?” rafe asked as he tugged on her shirt. she shook her head “no” she didn’t like how she felt with out her shirt on while pregnant. 

rafe kissed all over the back of her neck and rubbed her back. he made his way down to her thighs and caressed them until she was wet enough. “your gonna tell me if it hurts?” he asked, leaning on his elbow to look at y/n in the face.”

“yes babe, i promise.” 

he lined himself up and slowly pushed in his nine inch cock. she was still really tight, even though she was growing a baby not to far ahead. 

he waited for her to nod until he started thrusting.  both let out moans. it relieved a lot of pressure for y/n, making her super pleased with the performance. “ooh keep going” she moaned as he picked up speed.

“oh fuck,” she whispered under her breath as her eyes rolled behind her head. 

“how’s that, babe? does it hurt or are you good?” he managed to say as he thrusted even faster.

“it’s good baby” she moaned out. “gonna come…” her legs started shaking and rafes thrusts got sloppier. he pulled out and finished with his hand. “thanks, babe” she said as she came down from her high.

“sure, babe.” rafe walked out and came back with a glass of water and a wet towel to clean y/n up. he helped her get dressed into comfy pajamas, and he changed into different boxers. “good night.” he kissed her forehead and her belly. 

about three more weeks went by of pure craziness. 

“babe, babe!” y/n whisper yelled as she hit rafes shoulder. 

“what” he asked groggily. rafe was never a morning person. 

“im having contractions, i need you to time them.” 

“ughhhh im sleeping tho.” 

she looked at him and hit him again. “just do it.” 

he timed them on his phone. “they are just getting longer. should we go?” he asked showing her the phone. “there like four minute apart. i think we should go.” he brought her to the car, and packed their gas into the car. 

“can i stop for a coffee?” rafe looked at her as he drove. 

“what the hell rafe! i’m in labor!” she yelled at him as she threw up the what the hell hands. 

he didn’t say anything and just drive past the dunkin. he called the hospital to get her a room. 

they got there and got led up to her room. they settled her into the bed as rafe held her hand. 

“i’m scared” she sobbed. “i don’t think i’m ready” rafe kissed her on the forehead. 

“it’ll be alright, i promise.” 

 a blonde doctor came in with a clipboard “hello, mr and mrs cameron! i’m going to be delivering your baby today!” she spoke as she walked in farther.

she checked y/ns heart beat and blood pressure. “i need you to relax a little. your heartbeat is going up, and so is baby’s. it’ll be alright, nothing bad is going to happen” the doctor reassured in a nice voice

“i think im going to have to break the water, it’s going to speed up labor and help your cervix dilate a little more.” the doctor announced. 

rafe held y/ns hand tighter, he could tell she was scared. 

“so this, is going into your parts and i’m going to find the amniotic sac, and poke it with this, and it’ll break your water. it might be uncomfortable, but i’ll make it fast.” 

the doctor stuck her two fingers and the tool in, as y/n whined at the pain. it popped and liquid spilled out, the nurses cleaned it up quickly. 

“now i can monitor baby more closely.” the doctor said patting y/n on the leg. 

her contractions grew more painful, rafe helped her through them. “can she get anything to help with the pain?” rafe asked the doctor, concerned for his wife, considering she has a super high pain tolerance. 

“we can give her an epidural, but there’s a line of people waiting.” the doctor told him as she checked y/ns heart again.

“do you want to to that, babe?” he asked pushing the hair out of her face. she nodded eagerly. rafe knew it must be bad if she wanted a shot. 

after an hour of painful contractions and waiting, she finally got the epidural. 

“how are you feeling, baby?” rafe asked, looking you in the eyes. 

“better” is all she could say. 

“it’s time to push, are you ready?” y/n nodded. “ok, dad. i’m going to need you to hold her leg up.”  rafe obliged and lifted her leg up, a nurse doing the same on the other side. “ok three, two, one push” the doctor told y/n. 

she yelled in pain as she tried to deliver the baby. rafes heart broke at the sound of her in so much pain and he couldn’t do anything about it. he pushed the hair out of her face as she kept pushing and crying. 

“i can’t do it” she yelled 

“yes you can, y/n. it’s only a little more.” the doctor told her. 

she continued to push with cry’s and screams. 

“i see her head, i see her head!” the doctor yelled as y/n kept pushing. 

“we’re almost there, babe!” rafe smiled to her.  

y/n felt a tear that caused even more pain, but as soon as she heard the baby cry, it was worth it. “you did it babe!” rafe cried to her. 

“dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” the doctor handed him scissors to cut it. he smiled the whole time. 

they placed the baby on y/ns chest as the doctor delivered the placenta and stitched her up. “how long is she going to cry?” rafe asked the doctor. 

“she’s probably hungry, but most likely your supply hasn’t come in yet. you can feed her once it does, but that could be a while. just try to rock her and hold her, she’ll calm down.”

y/n scooted over so rafe could squeeze in with her and the baby. “what are we gonna name her?” rafe asked smiling down at the baby.

“ do you like blake?” y/n asked.

“perfect. blake cameron. can i pick the middle name?” rafe asked.

“yes”

“blake isabel cameron.”

“i love it.” 

sarah and the pogues came to the hospital to meet the baby. 

after a few days at the hospital, they could go home.

“this is your home, baby!” y/n whispered as she brought blake into the house. 

she handed her over to rafe to carry her upstairs. “this is your room!” rafe sat down in the rocking chair with his baby, admiring the work he got done on the nursery. “this is perfect,” he said smiling at blake and his wife. “ all i have ever wanted is right here, thank you babe” he kissed y/n on the forehead and rocked baby blake isabel cameron to sleep.

[chuuya-kisser]

im finally free so that i can fucking scream abt bsd 117 and tell my thoughts on this heartbreaker of a chapter (will def make another post feeding my delusions)

(spoilers utc)

firstly.

ASAGIRI. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUXK ASAGIRI. ASAGIRI WHEN I CATCH YOU ASAGIRI I THOUGHT YOU WERE KILLING-YOUR-CHARACTERS-PHOBIC?????? NOW YOUVE MELTED TWO IMPORTANT CHARACTERS IN TWO CHAPTERS???? WHOS GONNA GO NEXT CHAPTER HUH WHO'S NEXT IN YOUR DEATH NOTE

well

Uh yeah so anyways basically heart broken for multiple reasons so we'll go in order

1- aya. oh my gosh aya. shes what, a ten year old?????? and in the span of a day, she has found out about a vampire lord who is responsible for destroying or saving the whole world, shouldered the responsibility of getting said vampire lord away from the enemy to save the world, developed a father-daughter relationship with said vampire lord, sacrificed herself and got saved by him, believed that the world could be saved now, saw her new father figure's body be torn apart and replaced by a greasy ratass who wants to destroy everything or whatever, with said new father's last words telling her to run to save herself, being saved by said father, then having him dissolve and die again in front of her eyes again. shes a ten year old. what the actual fuck. oh and don't forget, she doesn't know that she lost her other father figure too!

gosh she is going to be SO traumatised and even that is an understatement i really hope she has the strength to recover

2- so akutagawa is back huh? about time, about time (though im not very happy about the cost it took- but atleast he's back?)and he has agreed to protect aya on brams wish? thats surprising honestly, so im wondering if the stuff atsushi told him while fighting him at the airport or whatever affected his subconscious or something so that he consciously wants to start protecting people?

OR maybe! he sees a bit of himself in aya or smth? i mean look i dont exactly remember what happened before he met dazai and was taken in by him okay, dont come at me. but maybe he sees that terrified little kid and something stirs in him or smth anyways go akutagawa go you're her third father figure please dont die again ‼️

(also he looks so good-)

3- and the biggest bombshell

kunikida.

KUNIKIDA‼️‼️ NO NO NO THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY HAPPENING PEOPLE THIS IS NOT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT I AM IN DENIAL

just- THINK ABOUT EVERYONE. think about atsushi and tanizaki. who saw him disappear slowly in front of their eyes, to buy them time. think about fukuzawa. who wished for kunikida to be the next president because he was the most ideal. who cares so much, even if he doesnt show it as much. think about aya. she has such a deep bond with kunikida, and now she'll have to face the devastating news that one of the only people who truly believed in her is gone too. think about ranpo and yosano.

think about dazai. who is much too far away to do anything right now, who miscalculated once which led to him being too far to stop fyodors rampage in any way. who was truly doing all this because he wanted to keep the detective agency safe. who, when he realises what will happen next, his first thought is to warn them. who was his new partner, kept him alive, even made him a part of his schedules. who i think he must have to care for, even a little bit.

dazai, who thinks that anything worth wanting is always lost the moment he obtains it. and its happened again. and by the looks of it, it will happen again.

i genuinely want to know how he'll react but i dont want to at the same time. gods i cant fucking do this man

like huhhh asagiri are you tryna make me cry or some shit???? Because youre succeesing SPECTACULARLY

also- are we gonna see tanizaki get liquefied too next chapter? because this panel sure looks like it

im scared for september now like what else are you gonna throw at us, huh asagiri? and what do you mean i have to wait a whole month this is crazy

and i am STILL in denial and will continue to be in denial guys wdym, ofc kunikida is alive and well! hes coparenting aya with bram, having fun at the agency and stuff ‼️‼️ hes perfectly peachy theres no helicopter singularity out for everyone's lives!!! (wow this post is LONG)

[firesnap]

i have a genuine question. i promise i am not at all trying to defend him. ive dropped him entirely, literally deleted everything i had of him and unliked his songs.

ive just been wondering like considering that he has been in therapy, and also considering how if he does take a year off and then comes back, why cant it be redeemable? like cant people change? cant we give them second chances? he is 27. is he just doomed to be an abuser forever?

its just scary and im asking as like a younger person who is in my very early 20s. i know ive made mistakes. i know ive not been a good partner or friend sometimes. (and yes i was also abusive to a past partner...im not proud of it and ive learned from it. i have never ever touched anyone in that way after that. it took awhile but my current relationship isnt toxic and i would never hurt anyone or hit them again yknow?) and it scares me that people keep insinuating that he is irredeemable. like cant abusers change and become better? dont they get second chances? if shelby has grown and healed in 10 months wouldn't it be fair to say the same for wilbur?

im just genuinely asking because based on everything i believe you are older than me and im looking for guidance and just...idk im scared. growing up on the internet has made me so scared of making mistakes and doing anything wrong because when it happens to others i look up to, its always treated as something they'll never be able to change or improve. makes me feel like imma just be a horrible person forever because i made mistakes in the past.

This is a really complicated question that multiple answers can validly fit.

I don't think, personally, that anyone is irredeemable. I think everyone is on a journey of forgiveness and some of us may need more grace than others.

This is tw// abuse even more than the current topic, but my mom was incredibly abusive. We lived in a very rural area and she had a lot of undiagnosed problems and trauma of her own that created a pressure pot of issues. After I was born, she suffered through full on post-partum psychosis that nearly ended about as well as that sentence implies it could have. She was incredibly violent, controlling, and cruel for years. My sister went no-contact with her the second she turned 18. A significant event occurred that eventually spurned her into seeking real treatment that lasted for years. It's still ongoing.

My sister is also still no contact and I support her decision 100%. Those are her wounds and what she needed to do to get peace should be respected. I decided I wanted a relationship with the person who came out of all that work and, even then, it's been hard. I don't know if she's redeemed herself, and my god do we still have bumps in the road, but I support her for trying.

With Wilbur, how he responds to this is going to really impact a lot of things. I mean, I know no matter how he responds I won't be going on whatever journey of redemption and healing he has to go through. I'm tired and I feel hurt enough. I would think, if he wanted to show he was sincere, admitting what happened would be a great sense of closure for a lot of people who put time and energy and faith into this guy for years.

Not every person that causes harm is inherently evil, but there has to be some kind of knowledge that you're aware of the harm you've caused. No one is stuck as anything forever, life is constantly moving, and most people aren't saying his life is just over. You can work on yourself. You can change. And I'm saying that specifically to you, anonymous.

(Saying this, actually, there ARE people who would argue once you've done x you're beyond redemption based entirely on their life experiences as a victim, personal histories and many other factors. Kinda like my sister, that's their choice. And you have to accept that sometimes you fuck up so badly that you will permanently lose some people from your life. But your life isn't over.)

But I do think, regardless of what he says or does about this, his time of controlling a large platform is at an end. He can still do a lot of things in his life after he works on himself -- editing, song producing, directing, writing or whatever -- but being in charge of a large impressionable audience that could enable more destructive behaviors is just not it.

[maraudersoncrack1981]

25 Days of Jegumus - Day 1 - Snowflake

☆ @noblehouseofgay ☆

I know in late but I'm trying to get my love for writing back and I thought this could be fun!! I'll try upload Day 2 soon :3 <3

TW:

•Mentions of Walburgas A+ Parenting

•May not make sense as again, this is just me trying to love writing again/get better

•Our favourite homos

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Regulus sat in the astronomy tower, scarf wrapped around his neck and gloves clinging to his hands as he watched the snow fall. Tomorrow would be the day everyone goes home for the Christmas holidays, including him. He'd be back in that same old house, with his same old family, with their same old values.

With their same old abuse.

Whilst other families will be spending Christmas cosied up by the fire, opening presents, and having fun with loved ones, he'd be going about his day like it was any other because how dare the thought of celebrating a filthy muggle holiday even cross his mind. He has and never will be aloud to celebrate Christmas.

Just as Regulus was about to start moping some more about how much he was dreading tomorrow's train ride, the door to the astronomy tower burst open, making Regulus jump and let out a small squeel, and who other than James Fleamont fucking Potter to show up at a time like this huh?

James'face lit up at the sight of him, "Reggie, hi!" he said in that dumb angelic voice of his whilst wearing that stupidly gorgeous smile that he hated.

"What do you want, Potter? im busy!" Regulus said, eyes glaring trying to scare him away.

James looked at him, smile fading into a worried frown. "Is everything okay Reg..? What happened?" James makes his way over to Regulus, his eyebrows creased as he looked down at him, taking Regulus' hands in his. Regulus took a shakey breath.

"O-Of course i am?!" He stuttered, trying to keep up a cold act. "Why would it matter to you Potter, its none of your business!" He spits, again trying to make him go away. He was starting to get emotional now.

"Not when you're so clearly upset! I know you, you're gonna pretend like nothings wrong and try to get me to leave you alone, then you're gonna be up here for the next 4 or so hours upset out of your mind. So tell me Reggie, whats wrong?" James stated, still holding Regulus' hands gently. He began to tear up. How could James know him so well?

"I dont want to go home for Christmas" He lets out in one breath. Eyes tearing up at the thought of spending another Christmas without his brother; cold, sore, and alone.

"I-I hate it there James! If one word comes out of my mouth if ive not been spoken to i get hexed! The abuse was bad when Sirius was there but ever since he left its just gotten worse! Im scared to breath to loud around them James!" He breaks down, tears now spilling out of his eyes from all the built up pain and hurt he hasnt let out for the past 3 years.

James pulled him into his chest and held him closely as Regulus wept, holding on tight. "Shhh its okay..." James comforted.

James pulled away and held Regulus' face in his hands, wipping away the tears as best he can, and James' eyes lit up with an idea.

"Come home with me." He spluttered out, Regulus' gave a shocked expression, not expecting such a proposition.

"B-But- I cant! They'll come after me James! Dont be so nieve! If they find me theyll hurt you!" Regulus panicked, how could James think of such an idea?! it would only make things worse... right?

"Think about it Reg! Christmas with Sirius! And me of course but thats besides the point... and even if they do come looking for you we wont let them take you! Trust me Reggie" James says, looking into his eyes with hope and very poorly hidden excitement. And for somr reason, he does trust him. He sniffs and lets a small smile cross his face.

"I suppose... its not the worst idea your brains came up with..." Regulas says, slightly teasing. James lets out a laugh as a huge grin plants itslef on him. Something small, white and fragile catches james' attention, his eyes slowly following it before it lands on Regulus' red cold nose.

"A snowflake..." James murmured, a look of pure adoration in his eyes looking at the smaller boy who was trying to see the snowflake before it melted.

Regulus let out a small laugh before meeting his gaze. He gave a soft smile in return.

"Thank you James"

"Its my pleasure Reggie"

[redactahoe]

pretty darlin appreciation listener addition

this is a compellation of everyone finding darlin hot and darlin not getting it this is part 1 with all the relevent listeners and part 2 will include the boys this is inspired by @whorefordarlin btw

this might be long af

the only physical trait i give to trait is a beefy build and short hair tw: alot of simping shenanigans, mention of shitty foster care parents/neglectful parents, i cant spell so be warned

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angel:(set durring darlins first meeting back)

angel had no idea what to expect from this 'mysterious pack member'. but it definitely wasn't this. i mean give angel some credit with the way the pack described the pack member it made them out to be some sort biker gang delinquent with and eye patch or something! but no the person Infront of the angel was most definitely not what they expected.

they were about 6 inches taller than them and and had a very pretty face with all kinds of pretty piercings on it. they were wearing a patched up leather jacket with a tank top under neath, tattered but tight jeans, and some beat up combat boots. all of this layered on top of they're very broad frame.

"Hi, i'm angel! nice to meet you!" angel greets with a nervous but excited glint in their eyes.

"oh! davids mate right?, nice to meet you too." tanker greeted back and GOOODD!! their voice was so fucking sexy. their voice was deep with a slight rasp to it that made angels face go red and burst into a fit of flustered giggles.

thus began the slightly awkward conversation between angel and tanker before the pack meeting started. with a red faced angel barely being able to keep together and a very concerned tank trying to decipher what all the giggling means

"hey by the way i think i scared your mate...". the pack meeting finally ended. tank ad david were going some final things when tank brought up angels strange behavior's.

david let out an amused huff "pft- i don't think you have to worry about tanker." he had this amused all knowing smile spread across his face recalling the 5 minute rant angel went on about just how hot tanker was.

"i- what does that mean???"

"don't worry about"

babe:(set in a library near asher and babes apartment)

"baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe im bored.." asher was starting to remember why he disliked libraries so much. they were everything he wasn't, quiet.

"asher i told you that you didn't have to come in with me today" asher's fiancé thick accent rang out quietly through the room. today babe had been called in the fill the last few minutes of someone's shift at the library because they had to go home early.

but before asher could reply the bell at the front door rings out as a very familiar head of white hair is spotted

"well hey there tanker, what you doin' here?" asher genuinely forgot that tank actually loved reading but he loved teasing (lovingly) them about it. "i could ask you the same thing, aren't you the one who constantly complains about libraries being boring or something?" tanker sarcastically shot back.

babes head wiped around breaking out of their concentration at the new voice. so this was the elusive 'super hot biker that comes in every Saturday', as their coworkers described them.

and that description was pretty accurate. they had sharp, half lidded eye that had this twinkle to them that made babe feel like they were in a ya novel when the made eye contact with the very attractive wolf. they some how have both a baby face and a nice sharp jawline and the same time. their hair was cut short and was slightly messy that made them some how even hotter. they were dressed in a lazy zip up hoodie and a band t-shirt along with the forbidden grey sweat pants.

they were hypnotic, alluring, fucking enchanting they wer-

"hey you good?" a deep rasping voice snaped them out of their own spiral. making them realize that A. they had been starring at poor confused wolf and B. asher had this all knowing, shit eating grin spread across his stupidly handsome face.

"o-oh right, um h-how can i help you?" shit their all flustered now and probably made tanker uncomfortable as well

"ive just come to return these." they answered noticeably not making eye contact with them, and thankfully. babe didn't now if the could keep together any longer if they had to keep looking at those bewitching eyes of theirs.

tanker heaves the stack of books they were holding onto the counter. "um o-oh y-yeah okay, let me just...." babe trailed off as they focused back to their work.

the transaction went by pretty fast with tank and Asher playfully bantering back and forth all the while babe processed the book returns. eventually all books were processed and tank was off on their way. Asher turns to them with the same shit eating grin on his face and states "aren't i glad you met me before tanker huh?"

sweetheart:(first day at high school, they're childhood besties)

"its okay, im sure this new family and school will really click with you!" sweethearts social worker had always been an optimistic women even though both of them knew the women was partially lying.

rita had been sweethearts social worker since they 6. so she most likely knew the whole song and dance of sh being forgotten and then eventfully returned. but she didn't know was that a new family meant new neglectful parents but it also meant new asshole kids and new neglectful teachers.

"sure..." to be entirly honest with you they weren't exactly excited, with the old bullies it was easy to predict and avoid. but with new bullies there was always a learning period and those always hurt the worst.

but eventually and much to sweethearts dismay they arrived to their final destination, met their new family and unpack their things into their "bedroom'. though you couldnt really call it a bedroom, it was more like mattress and night stand in an unfinished basement but they've had worse.

it took awhile but sleep came and went. they were up and out of the door by 5 am sharp, theyve made it a habit to not stick around and 'be a bother'. they sat down at the bus stop and got emersed into a book, the wait would be long after all.

they were so emersed they didn't notice the warm body that sat next to them. that was until of course that person fell asleep and start to let a soft snore. turning to look at them had sweetheart slightly fluster but also worry.

they had remarkably clear skin for a 15 year old and had short but shaggy hair that fell over and framed their face almost perfectly. but on the other hand they dressed and had the general demeaner of a typical bully. the cool and Grundy punk style they had to them though didn't come of as forced like alot of the others, it looked so natural and so good on them, well good enough to make sweethearts teenage heart flutter.

......okay that may have been a bit of a stretch since the person was asleep, but this was a good opportunity to scope out a possible danger that didn't with sweetheart getting pummeled... hopefully.

a sharp and admittedly cute snort interrupted sh's thoughts as that person woke up. there was a bleary almost adorably clueless look in their eyes as they but two and two together on where they were.

they looked around and made eye contact with sweetheart, then looked down at the book they had. and smiled...... but then quickly looked straight ahead

why did they have to be so. god. damn. gorgeous????

and what makes it worse (read as: better) was that they didnt even know any one knew about this book!!!

"u- um do you like this series?"

why did the say?!?!?! what compelled sweetheart to blurt that out in the most awkward way possibl-

"oh um, yeah its actually my favorite..." there was a slight nervous chuckle at the end of that sentence that made sh's heart sore in ways they never felt before.

the question and reply started an unlikely friendship between the two that no one, not even sweetheart saw coming. all because sh' thought the were pretty and liked the same book

lovely:(lovely was getting repairs done on their guitar when tank walks in)

this was the worst.....

lovely couldn't believe they had to sit here in this ironically quit music store. it was days like these they wish Vincent could go out into sunlight. it would mean at the very least they would have him there to bored along with them. but alas that wasn't the case.

they heard that this store in particular was good at repairs with instruments and had decent prices though. it was a small music shop that was decorated with history music, old expensive instruments lined the walls with a few poster of famous rock a metal idols along with them.

the only other person in the store with them was this older Hispanic man that looked like a much older Gómez Addams

suddenly the man shot up from his seat as soon as the shop bell ringed.

" aye!!! i havent seen in awhile where have you been lobo?!" the older Hispanic man that was working on their guitar asked with excitement towards the person

"ive been busy old man, i cant just hang around the shop all day like i did when i was kid." the deep raspy voiced stranger responded with amusement.

and when they came just a little close..... they just were so pretty???

lovely didnt even know if it was just the lighting or something but they were prettier than Vincent! and Vincent was stage 10 pretty boy but this random person in this small little music shop was prettier!?!? now dont get them wrong they love Vincent very much but for a brief moment they considered snapping a picture and asking Vincent for a polycule with this random but very attractive stranger. all the while the stranger was conversation with the old clerk while he works on lovely's guitar they were able to get a good look at them.

they well built but like in that really hot muscular with a layer of softness over the muscles that made them look both very strong but very huggable, the had soft short hair that lovely would've broken bones to run their had through. in their eyes there was this mysterious almost teasing look to them that had lovely hooked and all types of hot and bothered. everything about them was just so tantalizing.

the stranger or lobo as the store clerk called them had this aura around them that could only be described as playful but mysterious and those scars looked so good. lovely didn't know many people in real live make having scars so sexy-

" how did you fuck up this thing so bad??" the older clerk cries throwing his hands on his head in distress snapped them out of their small simping spiral. when looking at what the old man was talking about they saw a well used and loved bass sitting on the counter, guitar was already finished and set off to the side.

the body of the bass was slightly cracked and the strings looked like they were a tap away from snapping.

"I told you've i've been busy...." lobo trailed off almost ashamed of the state of their bass"

the older man only mumbled something in spanish about bullshit excuses and turned of to call out to lovely, telling them he's done with the repairs and told them the price. they paid and excited the building only catching the beginning of a likely very hefty scolding about the importants of bass care.

they immediately whipped out their phone once out of ear shot and called Vincent.

"vinney you will not believe i just saw someone prettier that you!!!"

okay thats it for now thxs for reading, srry for any spelling mistakes

[tea-and-secrets]

I cant keep doing this. Every time I get a best friend, it feels like my brain gets trapped in a weird cycle. "I love you and youre my everything and youre a pure soul on this unclean planet" -> "I despise you and youre annoying and I hate everything about you" -> repeat. And I know its so unhealthy to think like that. I try my best to keep my thoughts from seeping into my actions. But I know they are and its like I cant stop it. And the thing is I'm not afraid of them leaving me. They should leave me because its better for them and I deserve it. But as always, I'm more scared of the consequences than I am of being a bad person. I'm afraid if they leave, they will tell everyone including their friends that they hate me. All the secrets I've told them. The flaws I have in clear detail. Whatever they wanted to say to me but held back. So I just hint at them to leave and let them stay while internally screaming because they're so good and I'm so bad and I need them to be happy without me dragging them down. I want to cry but at the same time I feel so fucking empty inside. The emotions are real and I can hear them and it sucks but I also cant feel them??? Like a blanket has been put over them. So I can only feel the faint heartbeat of the emotions. Jf that even makes sense

Im so sorry to whoever has to read this Im so so sosrry

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[wassupmygays]

yap about ur headcanons about the socs pls!!

heheeh okay some misc things about the soc guys that have popped into my head throughout the week (im sorry this is so long)

EDIT: ok ive put it all under the cut bc it got so long but i do yap a little bit about each soc guy so please read hehe :)

Chet

chet and his family moved from california when he was in 3rd grade. his first friend in town was one sodapop curtis on his little league baseball team

his dad is a cop and wants to advance up the ranks, and his mom wants to make sure they keep up their good social standing, so chet was not friends with soda for long

you know those boys in like 5th grade that crack all the dumb jokes, hit all the door frames, and tease every girl "because he likes her"? thats chet and trip

this is inspired by @/sky4cherry iirc but chet does Nawt get attention at home man. his dad is always busy with work and a little mean (yknow how dads are in the 60s) and his mom is always working on the next social function or trying to appease his dad. anyways he is just always at another soc guy's house just to have someone Talk to him

i think he picks up drinking and smoking, and fighting, for a similar reason to bob: he just wants his parents to fucking notice he's doing something wrong. but theyre high enough now in the social and job spaces that they can just wipe any misdemeanors under the rug

i cant decide if chet is an only child, or if he has like 2 siblings that are way older than him. idk

Trip

terrance dipp is The Exasperated older brother ever. bro did Nawt want a little brother sorry melvin.

anyways unfortunately i do think trip is very much a guy's guy. that boy is Not a good boyfriend to marcia unfortunately :(((((( at least by the time we get to their sophomore year/the show

him and chet can not be sat together in class. they will never shut up or stop hitting each other.

chet broke his arm one time in like 6th grade. trip threatens to break it again at least once a month

ive said this before but ill say it again: trip and melvin are just soc steve and ponyboy. trip is so tired of his kid brother being in all his sports and trying to tag along to everything

that being said, he was looking out for melvin so much during the rumble. he knew their mom would kill him if he brought his brother home all beat up, but also he really really didn't want him to get too hurt.

he Always goes to marcia to patch him up after hes been in a fight. (after the rumble though, him and marcia are on the rocks, and hes got melvin to worry about. so he just sneaks melvin home and tries to clean him up before their mom sees. its actually a sweet bonding moment between them i think)

trip lovesssss verbally poking fun at any greaser in school, especially two-bit. after he realizes two-bit likes marcia, his mean jokes become a lot more threatening

(i do love trip i promise i just also think hes kinda a mean guy. you know the kind of rowdy douche bags in high school im talking about. im so sorry ksco and sean jones i promise i love trip kdjfkdjf)

Brill

clark brillstein i'll be so incredibly honest i dont have much in my brain for him :((( i gotta sit and think more

i do think he has one of the better home lives out of the bunch, and hes got his lovely perfect girlfriend, and hes good at sports, and honestly i think he just. gets tired of everyone thinking hes got it so perfect all of the time. i think maybe thats why he likes all the fighting so much

while he is relatively happy with his life rn, hes tired of being doted on like hes perfect. and also sometimes he sees everyone else's lives being so shitty, he feels likes hes got to pick fights to justify him feeling bad about his lot.

Paul

ohhh im gonna have to hold myself back from talking about him forever. he will get his own post at some point aDKFJDKFJK

anyways. paul holden. the messiest and most scared gay kid in the town of tulsa

i think he and bob literally grew up together. like their parents are Old old friends, so paul and bob have always basically been brothers despite a 2/3 ish year age difference (i dont feel like doing the exact math). i think bev's parents are also in this old friend group, so pauls known her forever too

anyways. he was probably the bob of his friend group in his class, which is why nobody really really protested darry being in their group. but i also think that when he was with darry, paul didnt really care about the whole social friend group of things too much.

contrary to popular belief i dont think paul is the friend-group-leader type. idk if that makes sense and i can yap about it more but.

anyways post-darry breakup paul is a fucking mess. hes sad and angry and those fights that darry was always trying to stop feel so damn good. maybe bob and his buddies are on to something, and bob's dad always has a full liquor cabinet

Bob

obviously we know the most about bob and his home life and inner psyche and reasons for fighting and honestly all of it really resonates in my brain. like yea im keeping all of that

bro has charisma to the max. like he has always been the ringleader of the friend group, even in like 4th grade when all the boys started becoming best buddies

he used to be such a mommas boy. before her praise just became so meaningless.

oh ive just had a revelation. he is an angrier and more resigned buddy aldridge from rotpl. his dad is pulling the strings to make sure his precious son is climbing all the right ladders.

the difference here tho is bob realized this earlier, and that started his spiral into fights and drinking and causing problems. he wanted to see what would finally make his dad stop covering and fixing everything for him. he never found that limit

he knows cherry cant stand the drinking, and i do think he does feel bad about ignoring her feelings about it. but his urge to push back against everything and spit in the face of anyone who tries to tell him how he should be just overpowers. and god everything is more fun when hes boozed up

[skekthesilly]

OSC BRAINROT 4:

at school i heard some kids name being called to the office. dont remember their first name but i remember their last - "hansen."

what the fuck

youre meaning to tell me that BRYCE HANSEN HFJONE HAS BEEN IN MY SCHOOL THIS WHOLE TIME AND NOBODY TOLD ME?

THE BRYCE HANSEN FROM HFJONE?

oh my god

wheres liam? wheres amelia? wheres cha-

i have a friend named charlotte.

every time her name is mentioned i keep seeing HER. fucking CHARLOTTE HFJONE. WHATS EVEN HER LAST NAME

im talking to CHARLOTTE HFJONE. what a joyous occasion! hooray!! yippee!! oh fuck i had a realizatio

i used to have a classmate named liam.

guess who?

liam.

who?

liam. liam plecak. from HFJONE.

he even sounded like him. but lower pitched. i dont remember what color backpack he had but im praying its green

where are all of they. i need to find an amelia. oh fuck i had another realiza

i also had a classmate named charlie.

who?

charlie.

who?

charlie howling. from HFJONE.

yeah.

he wasnt a baby. but fuck it. his names charlie. close enough.

i cant function like this. im seeing things

i swear i hear noises at night. it has to be the objects. it has to. texty said that some objects disguise themselves as normal everyday objects. or whatever the fuck. that has to be real. it has to be. i know it. i know it i know it i know it i know it i know it i

when i was little, the night right before christmas, i had woken up to hear a plastic bottle fall on the floor. (bottle? like bryce?) i wanted to go see if that was santa that made the bottle fall. but i was too scared to check. it was dark. it was so dark.

but i know now. that wasnt santa.

that was an object, wasn't it?

i might sound crazy. but hear me out. we all do eventually

everyone talks about santa, but not of his elves. they work and work and work and work all year and make things but what if his elves were objects? what if they had integrated themselves into homes undercover and act lifeless until christmas eve where they finally come to life and deliver the present they had carefully made?

im not crazy! i know it! that has to be what happened. that has to be. it has to

what object could have done it? the bottle, maybe? it fell. objects make mistakes sometimes. we all do. but objects make mistakes where we cant see. or where they think we cant see.

that bottle might be gone now. shame.

im going to have to ask some other objects in my house. like the books. or the couch. everything. i dont care about presents now. i need to know. i need to know if they are real. they have to be. i know it i can feel it i know it

[unstabledreamparty]

Resident evil: Village characters with a S/O with powers like Rose

Gifs not mine!

Lady Dimitrescu

Once she finds out you have those type of powers she is thrilled!

But, wait until she finds out that you, her darling S/O, is the ‘perfect’ vessel for Eva.

She also learns that Mother Miranda is looking for you.

Time to go on lock down. Im not kidding. She will lock you in her room when Mother Miranda visits, and you can’t go anywhere outside.

She was always a little clingy, but now? You are always near her. You are never leaving her side.

Her daughters are guard dogs when the mistress of the house is gone. No one is allowed near you except for the Dimitrescu daughters, not even the maids can be near you.

If you beg to go outside, she will put up a huge fight. Good luck, your never going outside again.

Donna & Angie

Donna found your powers out when you and Angie were playing. One of the dolls jumped up and scared you and you put your hands up and shrieked, causing your powers to activate and push away the doll.

Angie looked at you and squealed “[Name]! H-how did you do that? That was so cool! Do it again, please!”

You started crying, scared that Donna was mad at you for doing what you did.

Donna ran over to you and hugged you, promising you that she could never get mad at you. And that what you did was an accident, and you didn’t mean it.

But, Donna is scared, she knows that Mother Miranda is looking for someone with a similar power. And her fears were confirmed a week later.

She was at a ‘family meeting’ when Mother Miranda showed a picture of her S/O on the screen, claiming that you were the perfect vessel for Eva.

Angie and Donna nearly had a heart attack. “What?!” Angie says while looking at Donna scared, “what happens if Mother Miranda finds her?! We have to lock her in her room! Or in the basement where our friends can keep her safe!” Angie was freaking out and wanted to go home immediately but they had to wait.

Once the meeting was over the two raced to the house, scared that Mother Miranda has already found you. Even though Mother Miranda didn’t know you were Donna’s S/O, they still were scared.

Once they get there they ushered you into Donna’s room and quickly locked the door, saying they will give you an explanation later.

A week later they let you out of the bedroom (don’t worry, you got fed and you got to use the bathroom, with Donna or Angie watching you) once your out of the bedroom, you notice how heavily guarded the house is and asked Donna.

She told you everything and almost broke down, just like Lady Dimitrescu, you are not allowed to leave the house, never

And when you and Donna go to bed, Angie is now beside you and Donna holds you a lot more tighter then what she used to.

Good luck getting out of her grasp!

Moreau

Honestly, I didn’t want to write him 😭 I’m sorry! 😭

He would cry, he would actually cry when he finds out the Mother Miranda is looking for you.

When Miranda comes to visit, he literally shoves you in a closet and locks you in there until she leaves.

You are always by his side

Your never leaving his side, he is too scared. And he would cry if he lost you.

He is so scared, he is always holding your hand and demanding cuddles to help him feel better.

Karl H.

He is FREAKING OUT

“Oh. Hell. No” he would be damned if he let that feathery fuck take you away from him.

All he wants to do is keep you safe, he doesn’t want to lose you, your the only one that cares for him, he just cant lose you.

He would have nightmares about it. Bad ones. To the point where he is actually SOBBING and you have to cuddle and kiss him to sleep. He will hold you TIGHT

Just like everyone else your not allowed alone or outside. But Karl is even more protective.

Omg you are never allowed out of his sight, the only time your allowed out of his sight, is when he is doing his more…gruesome projects, he just knows that your going to have to see it eventually, but he is not going to allow you to see it right now.

There is always a Lycan around you, even when Karl is there to watch you, they are still there. If that power seeking bitch comes around unexpectedly, the Lycan’s will report it immediately, no matter what, so Karl always knows!

He puts you in the biggest part of the factory so there is a slim chance that bitch doesn’t see you but if she does, he has a backup plan, and there is a backup plan for his backup plan for his backup plan and….you get the point.

He is all about your safety and happiness, seeing you happy makes him happy!

Please, never leave him. He can’t live without you, he loves you with all his heart!

Oh did I mention that there are cameras and radio’s everywhere?? No? Ok, well now you know! You are fully protected, yay!

Just, don’t leave him, please! :)

That’s it! Please request, I’m desperate! 😭

-Alex