#like wtf…. but this past week has been ??? not great

[1dkreally-moved]

WAGHDHDHSHhahshz

[revasserium]

I swear every time I read one of your fics I legit start hyperventilating, kicking my feet- going into cardiac arrest occasionally.

Anyway, I just wanted to say I love your writing and please have a good day and don’t overwork yourself ❤️

sldkfjowied thank you <3 it rly does mean a lot u__u i know i haven’t been posting much lately but i promise i haven’t left!! i’m still here and reading ur messages/replies/reblog tags really does make my day! <3 you have a good day too darling!

[norrisainz33]

bubble || LN4

☆ summary: internet sleuths find out that lando norris has been flirting with and potentially dating a relatively unknown singer

☆ pairing: lando norris x singer!reader

☆ fc & warnings: zinadelphia & slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: nope!

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

f1gossip has made a post

liked by user1, user2, user3, user4, user5, user6, yourbff and 18,345 others

f1gossip: it’s been brought to our attention by an anonymous user that our lando norris has been caught seemingly flirting in the comment sections (for at least the past 24 weeks based off the time stamps) with a small american artist, y/n y/l/n. he’s the only driver that follows her and has been consistently in her comment section hyping her up and calling her things like “gorgeous”, “talented” and “pretty.” what do you all make of this?

view all 653 comments

user1: oh my god lando????

user14: i’ve never once heard of this girl?

user2: how did we not know about this for the past 24 weeks guys wtf

user4: no like seriously…. seems like something we should have known already

user3: wait her music is really good tho 🥹

user7: her song mirrorball??? the girl has some vocals wow

user4: just looked her up and she’s beautiful… i see what he’s seeing

yourbff: screaming my head off at this

user1: and who are you??? do you know y/n??

f1gossip: check your dms yourbff

user5: she’s using him for fame!

user4: considering we all just found out about her…. imma go ahead and say no she’s not

user6: now how do i make this about me 🙂‍↔️

ynuser has added to their story

view all story the replies

user1: ooooo orange or papaya ???

yourbff: girl you fueling the flames with this post 😂💀

ynuser: HAHA i know… i got 24k new followers in the past 2 days since you sent me that post by f1gossip and figured id have some fun with it since there’s no hiding now

yourbff: who knew meeting that guy randomly in europe 6 months ago was going to turn out like this

ynuser: certainly not me girl. remember when i thought he was some weirdo who was just trying to hit on me in the bar??

yourbff: bc he had no rizz but max and p really swooped in and saved him and now look at you 🥹

ynuser: my perfect little no rizz baby boy 🥹 love of my life 🤭

landonorris: it’s papaya baby

ynuser: i couldn’t be too obvious now could i?

landonorris: nah go on then be obvious

ynuser: oh you want me to post you?

landonorris: yeah specifically that one pic you took of us in the mirror last night

ynuser: LANDO that is for OUR eyes only

landonorris: right yes

landonorris: i still think you should post me

ynuser: i don’t know if i want to burst our little bubble yet

landonorris: fair enough baby. you just tell me when! i’ve got paddock passes, pictures, plane tickets — everything lined up for when you’re ready

ynuser: 🥹😭 vegas? we go on our little vacation after im done my tour and you’re done in brazil and then pop the bubble?

landonorris: sounds great to me gorgeous but seriously no pressure

user2: my delusions are working over time

maxfewtrell: i’m trying so hard to defend your privacy and this is what you post

ynuser: what’s wrong with the color orange?

maxfewtrell: y/n

user3: ain’t ever seen you and lando in the same room but i somehow know yall doing it

user4: you’re so pretty and your outfits eat so hard wtf 😭

user9: praying this is a new song lyric idk who these new fans are talking about lando this lando that …. i need a new song

ynuser has made a post

liked by youbff, yourfriend2, yoursibling, landonorris, maxfewtrell, ynupdates, and 54,235 others

ynuser: baby’s first headlining tour was a success! thank you to everyone who came out and sang along with me every night. i love you all dearly 🤍 and for all the newbies here, welcome 🫶🏻

view all 324 comments

user1: oh she’s so cute

user2: starting a y/n fan club rn yall

yourbff: you are making those dreams come true bb girl

ynuser: trying to 🥹

yoursibling: cutie patootie i love you

ynuser: i love you more

user23: the peoples most beautiful princess 🤍

user9: who are all you new people here

user2: lando norris fans. who are you?

user9: a y/n y/l/n fan. who is lando norris?

user2: a formula 1 driver!

user9: race cars?? i did not expect that…

user8: taking note of lando and max in the likes

user4: also taking note of their lack of a comment…. lando has commented on every single one of her posts before the f1gossip post dropped

user16: i was there last night!!! best show ever!!! love you y/n

user19: i’m obsessed with those cherry earrings

landonorris has made a post

liked by maxfewtrell, quadrant, mclarenf1, oscarpiastri, ynuser, alex_albon23, and 823,104 others

landonorris: a much needed break. vegas here we come baby

view all 743 comments

user1: i don’t know where to look ,, at the wh*re in the first pic or the soft launch in the second my god 😮‍💨😍😭😔💀

user9: ok user2… i get it now. also i’ve seen those white shoes in y/n’s posts before it’s def her

user2: omg you’re an icon for this

ynuser: dmn y’all really can identify me by my shoes?

user9: YN WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE IM SORRY

user2: y/nlando confirmed

maxfewtrell: interesting choice of photos mate

landonorris: thanks! picked them myself

maxfewtrell: yeah clearly

pietra.pilao: 🤍

landonorris: 🧡

user2: i’m speechless

user55: hey lando idk if u heard but there’s a lookalike contest happening in my room tonight. $59 cash prize

oscarpiastri: those aren’t max’s legs 👀

landonorris: you’d be correct

user12: this is monumental

user18: my favorite sinister, evil and orange little gremlin

user14: you’re gonna cook in vegas king

ynuser had posted to her story

view all story replies

yourbff: this dress is eating in a way i didn’t think it would. i’m sorry for doubting you

ynuser: never doubt me 😤

lilyzneimer: had so much fun meeting you at dinner this evening!!! looking forward to spending the weekend with you at mclaren 🫶🏻

ynuser: omg it was so fun getting dinner with you and oscar!! i’m so so so glad to have you as a buddy in the paddock. i was super nervous about it all

lilyzneimer: it can be very overwhelming at times but we’ve got you y/n!!

ynuser: that means so much to me 🥹

user9: mother is mothering … in vegas?????

user12: are you in vegas per chance?! for the formula 1 grand prix?! for lando norris?!

user2: i fr need style tips and grwm’s from you y/n. every time you post an outfit it moves me

landonorris: in my hotel room 😈

ynuser: you got it ☝🏻 now hurry up and get back here

landonorris: trust me im hurrying

user8: i need someone to get you on a magazine cover stat

f1gossip has made a post

liked by user1, user2, user3, user4, user5, user6, yourbff and 19,231 others

f1gossip: confirmed! y/n y/l/n, singer songwriter, is in las vegas with lando norris for the las vegas gp. this seems to be their first official weekend out together

view all 327 comments

user2: as someone who has been deeply invested since the beginning (3 weeks ago).. this is everything

user9: my girl 🥹

user10: i truly wonder how in the world they even met… they’re such an interesting pair

user18: mclaren admin please ask him this weekend

user13: that should be me 😭

user24: ok wait guys im at the gp and y/n was walking through the paddock with lily and we waved her down because we had made some lando merch and she was honestly so sweet and stopped and took photos with us and chatted for way longer than she needed to. i truly hope she never changes she’s an angel

user21: this is so wholesome

user23: i fear she’s on track to become the people’s paddock princess in record time

user18: i have no one to send this to who will get it

mclaren has made a post

liked by landonorris, ynuser, maxfewtrell, oscarpiastri, yourbff, and 432,444 others

mclaren: this weekends most requested interview just dropped! make sure to check out the full thing over on the mclaren app 🟠

view all 329 comments

user18: mclaren admin is a y/nlando girly confirmed

maxfewtrell: he’s leaving out the bit where i had to save him from completely bombing

landonorris: 😔 you’re not gonna let me live that down huh

ynuser: idk what would have happened if max didn’t come over and stop you from explaining why you hate fish so passionately

landonorris: babe please not on the public instagram

user2: lando norizz strikes again

landonorris: love when i get asked good questions like this!

user4: king said if one more person asks me abt wdc im gonna lose it. ask me abt y/n instead

user9: this is making it incredibly hard to gatekeep y/n

ynuser: that’s my man 🙂‍↔️

landonorris: damn right it is

user13: the mutual do you know who i am is lowkey so funny

landonorris has made a post

liked by mclaren, ynuser, yourbff, oscarpiastri, maxfewtrell, pierregasly, and 843,238

landonorris: thanks for being nice to me this time vegas!! oh and thanks for coming y/n 😈🏆

view all 854 comments

user12: i’m so proud of you lando

user9: wahooooo first race i watched and you won. i think me and y/n are good luck for you

mclaren: incredible drive lando! that’s our winner!!

ynuser: something about seeing you on that podium 😮‍💨

landonorris: oh you like that?

ynuser: yes 🤭

landonorris: alright podium finishes only from now on 😏

user19: oh you two are freaks i just know it

ln4: LFGGGGG

user13: congrats on the win and the hot gf 😭

carlossainz55: congrats lando!! and hi y/n!

ynuser: hi carlos 🤍

maxfewtrell: much better post mate

landonorris: why thank you. i worked hard on this one

user2: a win and a hard launch = double win for me

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[sweeterlovers]

HIS LOSS / LANDO NORRIS + JACOB ELORDI

lando norris x piastri reader + reader x jacob elordi / SMAU

SUMMARY / lando cheating on oscar’s younger sister? who better to heal your heart than the australian heartthrob

FACE CLAIM / hadar lavy

WARNINGS / cheating!

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by gossipf1, f1lover, and 36,751 others

f1gossip F1 GOSSIP: Lando Norris caught cheating on Y/N Piastri??? Lando Norris has been spotted with a mysterious blonde woman!

view all comments

user6 WHAT WHAT

user78 holy shit bro

user0 no more papaya rules….

user2 LMFAOOOO

user613 mclaren garage bout to be real awkward

user8 the DRAMAAA

user03 SINCE WHEN WAS LANDO DATING SOMEONE???

user836 where have u been????????

user5 bro i don’t know.. i didn’t even know oscar had a sister 😭😭

user6782 you’ve been living under a rock

user111 what the actual hell

user3 his loss i guess

user521 i don’t even know anymore

user778 landoscar 😭💔

user89 well that’s over with

user2000 anyways Y/N deserves better

user58 welp!

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 135,726 others

y/n.piastri well it’s just me and my stuffed animals against the world 🙂

view all comments

user2 girl you deserve better

user57 wait the stuffed animals are so cute

user05 i know 🥹 what are their names???

y/n.piastri well the octopus is named mimi and the kitty is named princess mellow!

user267 awww

yourbsf anyways your so hot wtf

y/n.piastri 😘😘😘😘 ilyyyyyyyyy

user9 stop she looks so sad :(((

user2 i wonder why….

user88 i wish i looked that good after getting cheated on

user892 the fact that he’s still liking her posts….

user0 ugh he’s so icky

user83 i hope she can still come to the paddock and support oscar!!!

user543 me too!!! we may have to wait a bit for that tho

user452 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

user362 your so pretty!!!

oscarpiastri why are mimi and princess mellow so far apart?

y/n.piastri idk they need space

-

MESSAGES

yourbsf

ok y/n you’ve been sitting in your room for the past week, you need to get out and go party!!!

y/n

i’m not in the mood

yourbsf

ok well i don’t really care!

y/n

?????

yourbsf

go get ready! i’m picking you up and we are going to the club!!!!!!!

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by oscarpiastri and 265,727 others

y/n.piastri 🍾🪩⚡️

view all comments

yourbsf HOTTIE

y/n.piastri LOVE U CUTIE

user3 okkkk i see youu

user0 you look soooo good

user67 revenge outfit 🔥🔥🔥

user1 party girl era?????

user56 imagine she goes to a party and sees lando as the dj

user9 i would die

user267 this post is chaotic and put together at the same time

user78 you look amazing!!!!!!

user566 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

user6 i want to party with y/n piastri

-

MESSAGES

my dear brother 🤧🤧

how was the club?

y/n

it was alright

my dear brother 🤧🤧

did you meet anyone?

y/n

nope!

my dear brother 🤧🤧

i’m sorry, if it makes you feel better i can run him over!

y/n

it’s whatever, but i wouldn’t be made if you “accidentally” crashed into him

my dear brother 🤧🤧

noted

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by oscarpiastri, jacobelordi, and 73,624 others

y/n.piastri i was going to wear this to the club but i changed 👍

comments on this post have been limited!

user9 jacob elordi in the likes????

user0 oooooo!!!!

oscarpiastri 👌👌👌

yourbsf you look good either way!!!!!

-

INSTAGRAM

jacobelordi

hey! i know this might seem weird but i’m in australia visiting my family and i’m free and i was wondering if i could take you out on a date?

y/n.piastri

are you being for real?

jacobelordi

yes?

y/n.piastri

sorry this was just unexpected! but i would love to go out with you!

jacobelordi

great! i’ll dm you the details

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by jacobelordi, oscarpiastri, and 164,263 others

y/n.piastri date night 🤍

view all comments

user6 WHAT

user78 ok girl!!!!

user10 looking gorgeous!

user2 i’m glad your moving on from lando <33

user9 yeah he’s a 🚩🚩🚩

user34 most of the drivers are 😭

user16 true

user57 gorg!!!

yourbsf i see you!!!!! 👀

y/n.piastri LMFAO

yourbsf well text me the details…

y/n.piastri yes ma’am 🫡

-

INSTAGRAM (PRIVATE)

liked by yourbsf, jacobelordi, and 12 others

y/n.private lately with me 😘😘

view all comments

yourbsf cuties!!!!

jacobelordi what is that second picture?

y/n.private it’s a picture of you with a bow edited on you! 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

jacobelordi did you do that?

y/n.private yes!!!!

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by jacobelordi, oscarpiastri, and 167,282 others

y/n.piastri 🤍🤍

view all comments

user3 SOFT LAUNCH??

user88 i know!!!

user00 anyone know who the guy is?

user2 i think it’s jacob elordi cause he’s been liking her posts

user7 idk but @oscarpiastri & @yourbsf may!

oscarpiastri maybe 🤷

yourbsf i can’t disclose such information

user675 😻😻😻😻

user013 the last photo 👀👀👀

user4 and the first one! they seem so cute together 😊

user37 ok but she looks sooo pretty in the second pic

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by y/n.piastri, oscarpiastri, and 568,926 others

jacobelordi me and my girl @y/n.piastri

view all comments

user56 my husband 😖😖😖😖

user78 i can’t have anything 🪦

user0034 😍😍😍😍😍

user4 she kinda reminds me of rapunzel in the second photo!

user00 ok but they’re kinda cute together

user3 i guess…. i’m kinda salty about it

user6 like you had a chance??? side eye 😒

user002 who even is she?

user23 she’s the sister of a Australian f1 driver (oscar piastr)

user22 ok i see him!

user46 love to see a fellow aussie

user378 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺

user402 and the kangaroos 🦘 🦘

y/n.piastri you beat me to the hard launch ☹️☹️

jacobelordi i’ll make it up to you :)

user4002 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

oscarpiastri i swear if you hurt her…

jacobelordi you’ll run me over with your race car

oscarpiastri bingo!

-

INSTAGRAM

liked by jacobelordi, yourbsf, and 306,372 others

y/n.piastri me and my mans 🤍💙

view all comments

user3 cute!!!

jacobelordi love you baby

y/n.piastri yeah yeah i love u too

user03 🤗🤗🤗

user77 an upgrade!!!!

user49 damn…..

user00 🇦🇺 🦘

user622 the flowers 😻😊

user08 i know!!! so cute!

oscarpiastri cute.

yourbsf CUTIES I LOVE LOVE 💗💗

y/n.piastri THANK YEWWW

-

SWEETERLOVERS - sorry that took my so long to write 😭

[ahgasegotarmy116]

It's Hard to Believe | Jungkook One Shot

Summary: Getting pregnant with your best friend's baby definetly wasn't a part of the plan... Pairing: f!Reader x Jungkook (fwb, f2l) Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: A tiny bit of explicit and suggestive language but nothing crazy a/n: This is something I started writing at like midnight and it's kinda shit but I thought I might as well post it since I haven't posted in a while (Like five days short of a month wtf?!?!? How has it been that long?!?!) (I just barely checked rn lmao my bad 🥲) p.s. I kinda wanna do a full on series on a concept like this but it'll be different and less fluffy but that won't be happening for a long ass time but yeah lol Requested by a lovely anon 💜

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask my friend Sam for the millionth time since I found out. "Y/n just tell him. You guys have been friends for how long?" she asks and it's like I'm having deja vu from both of our responses. "Like ten years" I mumble and pull my sweatshirt sleeves down over my hands in an effort to stop my nervous fiddling but it only makes it worse. 

"Right and you guys have been messing around with each other for over a year now, maybe even more...I don't wanna know" she says while holding her hand up in a way to assure me that she doesn't need the details. "Just tell him. If he's as great of a guy as you keep on telling me he is then I promise everything will be okay" she says and places a hand on my shoulder before she gets up off my couch. 

"Where are you going?" I ask while she shrugs on her jacket. "Didn't you say he's supposed to be here around five?" she asks and I nod my head, checking the clock and seeing that it's already 4:30. 

"Yeah...are you sure you don't wanna stay and say hi?" I ask and she glares at me. "Let me know what his response is to that bun in the oven and then we'll talk. I wanna figure out if he's an asshole or not before I decide to waste anytime on him" she says while lacing up her shoes. 

"Promise me you'll tell him tonight?" she asks and lifts up her hood, getting ready to shield herself from the pouring rain outside. I nod my head reluctantly, that being way more progress than I've made for the past few weeks since I found out. "I promise" I utter under my breath and she smiles, pulling me in for a bone crushing hug. 

"Text me if you need me" she says, worried for what might happen but hoping for the best. "I will...thanks" I whisper and she nods her head before walking out of my door and turning slightly and waving to offer me one last farewell.

I close the door after I see her get into her car and lean my back up against it, steadying myself for a second and taking deep breaths, trying to stop my racing heartbeat before pushing off of it and tidying up before Jungkook gets here to distract myself. 

Sam has been the only one I've been able to count on and honestly the only person I can trust since I haven't told anyone else. She was the one I called when I missed my period and she's the one who brought me a pregnancy test...and then when out and bought me ten more because I couldn't actually grasp the concept that I was pregnant...am pregnant.

Jungkook and I have always been careful and taken all the necessary steps to keep this from happening but I guess we got careless this time. 

Through out this whole arrangement we've made it very clear to each other that we're not sleeping with anyone else but neither of us are looking for any sort of commitment either so that's why this has gone on for so long. 

Like it or not though we're going to be committed to each other in one way or another no matter what because I'm keeping this baby. No matter what he says I'm keeping them. 

Jungkook is my best friend, the one person who has been there for me through everything. He's seen me at all of my highest highs and especially at my lowest lows and no matter what he's never made me feel shitty about it. I know he's not the kind of guy that'll turn on you because of something like this but I can't help but still feel terrified. 

This wasn't supposed to happen but even if this child wasn't made with love from his side...it was made with love from mine. 

I don't know how long it's been since I fell in love with him but I know I shouldn't have said yes to this whole fuck buddy ordeal. I just couldn't stand the thought of him being with someone else so when he offered up the idea I said yes.

I figured that if this was a way to prevent him from getting his heart broken by all those sorry excuses of girlfriends he's had in the past then I guess I'll be okay with breaking mine.

He's been acting different lately though. He's been a lot touchier, asking to come over more often, going out of his way to help me with things, offering to feed me all the time and all of it is making me feel like he already knows. 

Does he know? Have I started showing already? I haven't really noticed a difference in my body yet but he looks at me naked a lot more often than I pay attention to myself naked so I mean I guess he could've noticed right? 

Only one way to find out though...

A half an hour later I hear him take out his keys and unlock my door and soon I'm greeted with a smile that tugs at my heartstrings. 

"Hi baby" he says, using that pet name he's become very fond of since this whole ordeal started. The sound of it after finding out I'm pregnant with his baby has made me a little uncomfortable though since I haven't told him yet. 

Don't get me wrong I love it when he calls me that but I can't help but think that if this goes south that he won't ever call me that again. 

Maybe the hormones have started to scramble my brain already because those uncomfortable feelings are quickly thrown away when I take in the sight of him after he shrugs off his rain coat. A simple black baggy hoodie and jeans engulf his form and the comfy sight just makes me want to curl up in bed with him and forget about everything and everyone.

Just him and I, it's always been him and I. I just don't know if this little one is going to change things. 

I place a hand on my stomach for a second as a way to gain some strength from my itty bitty baby before finally working up the courage to greet him.

"Hi" I greet him softly, walking over to where he's stopped to take off his shoes and when he looks back up at me he smiles again and kisses me. I sigh into it, savoring it for just a little bit longer and when it finally breaks he looks down at me with concern now written all over his face. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, sensing that something's off right away from the just the small change in the way I kissed him. I hesitate for a second then simply hold out my hand for him to take and he does, following behind me as I lead him over to my couch. 

Getting this over with sooner rather than later is my best option right now so there's no reason to delay. 

He needs to know, he deserves to know.

We sit there in silence, longer than he would like us to since I can tell how tense his body has gotten in a matter of minutes. "Y/n you're scaring me" he whispers, not wanting to pressure me but relaying his feelings. 

I take a couple more deep breaths before finally starting. "I need you to listen to me and I need you to please not speak until I'm finished" I say while looking down at my lap, not being able to meet his eyes. 

He murmurs a soft 'okay' and waits for me to continue, taking one of my hands and placing it in his lap. He needs some form of physical contact to keep him grounded since he's not too sure what to expect and I let him, knowing I need some reassurance too. 

Even if I don't know what his reaction is gonna be, in this moment I need it more than ever.

"I guess there's really no right way to go about saying this because this wasn't supposed to happen so I'm just gonna come out and say it..." I start off and he squeezes my hand, encouraging me to keep going. 

"I missed my period...over a month ago...and I haven't had it since then" I say and finally look up at him where he has an unsure expression. It's not one that's mad or disappointed with what I've said thus far which is a good thing but more like he's trying hard to hold himself back so he can keep that promise. 

His hold on my hand hasn't loosened, in fact it's gotten even tighter and that gives me hope that we'll work this out so I take another deep breath before continuing. 

"I tried to kid myself into thinking that it was late but when another week passed by I got nervous. I asked Sam to get me a test and it came out positive. I didn't believe it and thought it was a false positive and so to ease my mind she went a bought ten more from a bunch of different brands and...all of them came out positive" I say and he still looks at me with that same expression, waiting for me to give him the okay to speak and so I do. 

"How long have you known?" are the first words out of his mouth and although they're not negative they aren't necessarily positive either. "About a month now" I say and he nods his head, taking another second or two to formulate what he's gonna say next. 

"I'll support you no matter what you decide" he says and I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding in. "I wanna keep it" I say and he nods his head and smiles softly at first and then as the seconds go by it gets wider and wider making my heart beat faster. 

"Am I allowed to get excited now?" he whispers and I can't help but chuckle as tears start to prickle my eyes and give him a nod. "You're excited?" I say, my whole being slowly overcome with emotion. 

"How could I not be?" he scoffs playfully but that answer has me confused. "But Jungkook we're not together. I mean we're not in a relationship, we're just friends" I explain and there's a playful glint in his eyes after I say that that's making me even more nervous.

"You wanna know what I thought you were gonna tell me?" he offers up, slightly changing topics but I look at him in a way to urge him to continue. "I thought you were gonna break up with me" he says and I smile, "Jungkook we're not together. How could I break up with you?" I chuckle in disbelief. 

"Correction, I thought you were gonna break up with me before I even got the chance to ask you to be my girlfriend" he says with a grin and my jaw drops, the dots all connecting as to why he's been acting so different lately. "You were gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?" I utter quietly as if we were in a crowed room and I had a secret for just the two of us.

"I had actually planned on asking you tonight" he explains, walking over to where he had placed his backpack on the floor, taking out a bouquet of slightly squished flowers. "Sorry they're all beat up. I forgot and rode my bike over here so I didn't really have any other option but to put them in there" he says almost as if he was nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and it's then that I notice how pink his ears have gotten. 

He is nervous

I take them from him and smile, waiting for him to say it but he simply stands there and admires me and I can't help but laugh. "What so funny? I told you what happened to them" he utters through pouty lips which only makes me laugh more. "No, no it's not the flowers it's just that...don't you have something to say?" I ask, calming down my chuckles and when he looks at me with the same confused expression I have to try my hardest to keep the laughter at bay. 

"Do you have something you would like to ask me Jungkook" I rephrase it and after a second his lips go from a pout to the shape of an 'O' as he's figured it out. "Oh um, yeah, right. Well I um" he starts off, rubbing the back of his neck again while stuttering and trying to find the words and after struggling for a second I decide to poke fun at him again. 

"Jungkook I am literally carrying your child and you're too afraid to ask me to be your girlfriend?" I laugh, giving him a slight reality check which he scoffs at before responding. 

"I was trying to remember what I had rehearsed to say to you but now that you're being a little brat I guess you'll never get to know all the nice things I was gonna say" he retorts, his voice suddenly taking on a darker tone that sends a shiver through my body and he smirks when he sees my reaction to it. 

He cups my face and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, making them part and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops just shy of my lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he whispers, nudging his nose against mine and making me smile. 

"I'll have to think about that" I play coy with him which he chuckles at. "You know if you weren't pregnant right now I would have thrown you over my lap for that smart mouth" he warns and I smile before leaning in and kissing him for just a second before pulling back. 

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend" I say and nudge my nose against his as well and before I can register it my back is on the couch and his lips are pressed against mine, the kiss not rushed but full of so many words that have yet to be said and he gives in, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"I love you" he says, pulling back and looking down at me to see my expression which is completely dumbfounded to say the least. "You what?" I ask and he chuckles, "Is it really that hard to believe?" he points out and I guess now that I think about it it really isn't.

"I guess we've both been in love with each other for a while now huh?" I smile and his eyes light up at my round about confession. "Say it" he says, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. I hadn't planned on actually saying those three words to him even though I've felt them for so long but I don't want to hold them back anymore. 

"I love you" I whisper and he smiles, "Say it again" he repeats, clearly not believing it just yet. "I love you Jungkook" I say and the little switch up with attaching his name to the end darkens his gaze. "I guess there's no chance in me getting you pregnant a second time right now huh?" he asks, sliding his hand up my thigh and I giggle. 

"No I think that's pretty much impossible but the odds are never zero" I say and he rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that I wanna hit it raw" he states the obvious while rolling his eyes. "I know I know...and the answer is yes Daddy" I tease, testing to see how that word affects him now that he knows.

He tongues his cheek at that making me bite my lip, knowing that's gonna be even more of a trigger word for him from now on. "Daddy huh? Well I guess that title is a little more fitting now isn't it?" 

Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @coralmusicblaze @whoa-jo @00frenchfries00 @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater (Rest of the tags will be done in the reblogs 💜)

Join my Taglist!

Feel free to fill out the form or just comment on any of my fics to be added :)

[megismyname]

A few general statements for the fandom:

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

And yes this applies to personal or private information you may obtain or theorize about any of the players involved. Just because you obtained it “publicly” doesn’t mean it should be shared for the whole of the fandom. Ask yourself if this was being shared about you, would you want everyone that knows you discussing it? If not, keep it to a 4-5 person group chat.

Stop villainizing Nic and Luke for not performing on your perceived timeline.

Nicola is only 38 - she’s not in a “mid life crisis” and if I hear that one more time I’m gonna pull my hair out. Luke is not a “fuckboy” because he had one HBS and dated a younger woman for a short period of his life. Just because “guys like Luke” wouldn’t date you doesn’t mean he couldn’t love Nicola. And for real, WTF does “guys like Luke” mean? Just say that you’re projection fat phobia on Nicola when she’s not even “fat.”

Follow up - Nic and Luke are not distancing themselves from Bridgerton or from each other.

Most of y’all became fans during the WT so you were so used to constant content 24/7 and unfortunately that’s over. Luke and especially Nicola are also more high profile now compared to previous seasons. BTS posting on social media is gonna be different. It has nothing to do with their thoughts toward the show or each other. They’ve both commented multiple times how much they love Bridgerton. And they’ve both commented how much they love each other. Stop creating drama just because you need a dopamine fix.

Another follow up - social media is not real life.

Y’all I don’t know them personally but I PROMISE you that Luke reached out to Nic personally and wished her happy birthday. (Hell depending on where you fall on the theory spectrum, he was the one with her at her birthday dinner and took the picture.) I will tell you that my birthday is January 8th, the day before Nic, and I had to two Instagram story posts wishing me happy birthday. TWO. And I promise you I have a lot of friends. But you know what? All of my close friends texted or called me that day and gave me personalized greetings that weren’t for the whole world to see. And - GASP - this includes friends who have posted for me multiple past years in a row. So yes, even pattern breaking doesn’t mean anything. It’s been a week so please stop dwelling on this. And if you are still upset then I have a question for you - does it equally bother you that none of the Bridgertons publicly wished Will Tilston a Happy 18th Birthday? If not, please reevaluate the reasons behind your expectations.

Stop the public bullying and ostracizing.

The public hate needs to stop. Everyone is always accusing “shippers” of being the reason why N&L seem closed off but my opinion is that if anyone in the fandom is influencing their behavior, it’s the people continuously spewing hate. I will admit I’ve been guilty of throwing down against some of the more toxic creators in this space but I’ve always felt like I was “giving a voice to the voiceless.” What we need to do is stop attacking other creators because their opinions are different than us. And yes, I’m bringing this back to “opinion” because as I said the other day - nobody knows “fact” no matter how “obvious” you think it may be. You think Antonia and Jake are their significant others? Great. You think Nic and Luke are together? Great. Until the day that there is ever a definitive answer directly from the teams of Nic or Luke, everyone is on equal playing ground. I’m sorry if that bothers you but it’s true.

Side note to all of this: if a creator is saying stuff that makes you uncomfortable just know that when you make a post complaining about it, you were in fact perpetuating that information that makes you uncomfortable and only making the visibility larger. Just keep this in mind.

And with that, I’ll take my leave for now. Let’s all take a collective deep breath and remember that these are two real people with real lives and we’re only seeing what they choose to show us. Maybe it’s time we all pick up some extra hobbies. Start playing online games with your group chat. Fun some other methods of injecting fun in your day. It’ll make the time go by and you won’t be driving yourself crazy over this fandom. Keep your heads up y’all and just keep moving forward - it’s not that serious y’all. 💛

[secretlyanimmortal]

Yan! Classmate

> tiny note: would swearing count as a warning? it's prtty light too > ~ ms. Chari

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> Remember your first day in middle school? First impressions to new classmates are important! People always said that you give respect to be respected so you waved to your new classmates with a smile. But didn't you know you've sealed your fate the day you walked into that classroom?

> You were so sweet to everyone! Giving free notes you had, sharing stories to relate to people, and even talking to the quiet kids during break so they wouldn't feel left out! > That's at least how you've met him, scribbling on his notebook with stanzas and counting the syllables to his poems. You helped him find a friend group too, joining the literature club, and even making hangouts for you and his friends. > You've even helped in his homeworks and quizzes and he grew in popularity. The school basically knew you guys as a duo till high school. The tight-knit friend duo. > Yeah, but it's high school- what do you think was gonna happen? purely platonic???

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> "Just a friend"? Yeah right! Have you seen how his voice is more gentle when you're near? or how his eyes look at you softer than any other person he's met? You were cute too > It all changed when this one guy- wait how did he get your details? did you like this stranger? he isn't even from our school! why would you even interact with a weirdo-

> He's being distant from you, weird. Hey, at least he has a friend group he talks to, right? Even the teachers were asking you where your best friend was at this point, maybe he's just having a hard day. or week, or month.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> You felt eyes staring directly into your soul, maybe you did something wrong? Seen after seen message- you felt incomplete without your buddy. > No worries! you have many friends- why are they ignoring you too- what's with the whispering when you walk? the peering eyes and the scowls on their faces when you smile past- this is getting too out of hand > One day, you were chatting with the guy that got your number, when your best friend classmate texted you. > Heyo dudez! whats up? > is it true? > wahts tru? > that you've been sharing school secrets to another school? > wtf NO!!!! whu would sy that??? > nothing, it's just that ur probably gonna get reported next week to the principal > wait who said that i was sharing anything?

> Hello??? dude.... is that why everyone is ignoring me?

> ??? hellO??!?!??#

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

> Turns out, you've been the perfect victim to be framed of sharing private school information since you've been talking to that guy from another school. > You beg the principal, showing all of your messages even, yet they didn't believe you. Who would be this good at knowing how you chat? Why would anyone want you to be suspended anyways? > Great, now you're forced into your room, crying with your knees to your chest. Your parents didn't even care anymore- they just said you were grounded (they didn't even take your phone). > It's fine, you can talk to- wait why was he ignoring your calls? maybe he was having a festival at his school or a- > Oh he blocked you... > Well- now your alone. Stuck in your room for two weeks, your social life and battery completely destroyed, and your reputation ruined. > DING! > Yo are ya doing okay? heard u were suspended. > I can stay with u if you're not doing okay, u can vent to me

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ > hhhhhhhgggggg should i even make a prt 2 for this? i haven't finished prt 2 for my yan!rival yet > rlly sry every1!!! im too busy Q-Q > ty for reading!! > ms. Chari out!

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

no sonic 3? FUCK there goes more of my money and rizz soda 😔 please don't form a gambling addiction. don't be like me. it's over for me. /ref

... *record scratch* NOW HEY HOLD UP we had "SMG4:" in the title of last week's episode and now it's gone again. huh.

um let's not jump to conclusions right now and get on with the episode, shall we?

(the following is my live reaction:)

OH it's a 3 & 4 video ft. mario, that makes sense now. strange that the Team didn't name it as "SMG4 and SMG3 surviving MARIO'S DEATHRUN" or smth. *shrug*

but either way, we got the star trio in gmod let's gooooooo!!! (i bet that the mar34 shippers are gonna enjoy this. yes including me.) ig fair warning that it might be a short review after all

no need to be jealous of your boyfriend, 4. 3 has two hands :) problem solved 🎉

AY LOOK AT THEM. it brings back good memories

peach's castle... *war flashbacks* i'm fine, i'm fine. and you know what? i'm totally fine :)

(ink was not fine and was sent to a mental asylum)

SMG4: "Are you... are you okay?" SMG3: "no."

me and mario: the more you know💫 😀👍

oh look at my boys 🥹📸 you're trying your best

love how 4 was like "no cheating" and then went "so anyway let's cover mario's view as a distraction :)"

the boys do be scheming

I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.... AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN (y'know what? this makes up for my sonic 3 loss for this week. thanks Team)

the small "take you with me" from 4 🥹💙

HE MISSED?!?! *WHEEZE* OMG

how did they get a picture of me? wtf /silly

"You might take me down, but I'll take you down along with me!" ← 3 probably

callback to 3 and bowser's past friendship? 👀 idk

adding this to my wholesome board... well except for THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

4 learned from the best

and now you too could have matching smg34 don't care didn't ask dance gifs! get yours today!!

me and SMG4: "I'm gonna go die now" *shitty green screen explosion*

Congrats to L1v1ngwawa43 for your art being featured at the end credits🎉 love to see Karen art as always

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

I realized how much I missed this type of episode omg! just having a gmod sandbox video with the usual star trio chaos, i loved this so much, chat. Literally the whole time, I had a smile on my face bc how silly they were.

and no we're not going to talk about peach's castle appearing in this improv video. for my mental sanity.

and before anyone says anything, no, this video was not related to what's happening with the Steam username mystery. last time this type of thing happened, changes happened almost immediately and it's been hours after the release. so we're cool.... Team, you better not change anything while I'm not looking

Anyway thanks Team for this awesome episode and here's a little message from Shadow :)

you guys did great! i couldn't even imagine how that was like for editing, jesus. so for this video, here's my stamp of approval 👍

we got some mar34 crumbs and some Karen fanart!! soon we'll get fanart of the door in one episode trust. well guys, it's all i have to say, I'll see you next time. and remember: numbers go first :))

[midnightyy1]

Oshi no Ko my version✩ (rewriting series)

Remaking Oshi no Ko cuz wtf that ending??? And the whole plot feels too off side for me

.・。.・゜✭・『••✎••』・✫・゜・。.

Do I even have to explain why I make this??

Not only Ruby's character felt chopped but the whole reincarnation thing felt pointless. I'm sorry if it sounds degrading the creator but the concept itself is great but the plot that was supposed to discover Ai's murderer motive/dark secrets often off side to a pointless arc and even seems like focused on the romance which I don't think was necessary especially for Aqua who supposedly is Gorou's reincarnation.

Let's get to the point, for now I want to focus on the entire Aqua's (Gorou) character. Just because he's reincarnated as a child to a teenager all over again, I don't think it justify his actions (he acts like a teenager but it's just a bit weird since he supposed to be an adult in his previous life). Well there's two thing, if the creator wants Aqua to be Gorou's reincarnation, the creator should've make him act like an adult or make him forgot his past life but somehow will discover it.

✫Hoshino Aquamarine (1) : The beginning of Gorou's new life

However, I wanted Aqua to still inverted Gorou's mindset and character, making him act like an adult and a doctor he is than just a manipulative person. Since he is a doctor, he might be confused at first and maybe having an identity crisis, at first. I like to think he's all silent when he's born to the world all over again, still processing what just happened to him. He might think that his past life as Gorou is just a dream. He's a bit distracted with the fact that Ai is his mother in his new life, he's more focused on who is he. But after like a few weeks he might be conscious of how Ai is his mother now.

In my version, I would like to make Gorou has a wife where his wife is a fans of Ai instead of him. His wife likes watching an idol perform, especially young idol because she likes to think they were her child (she can't have children because of a medical reason). After Sarina's death and him being a doctor that was planned to delivered Ai's child, her wife was murdered when he came back home just as the day he have to delivered Ai's child, knowing that there's stalker that been following him, he run to the mountain trail but then was murdered anyway.

And after he reincarnated as a baby, of course he wasn't able to talk yet. All he does was observing and accepted his fate to be Hoshino Aquamarine with a twin sister, Hoshino Ruby, and Hoshino Ai as his mother. It was weird of course, imagine reincarnated as child of someone who's barely your age, younger even. As he grows up, Ai knowledge him to have a liking with books, which makes her think her son is a genius. Ruby often annoys him like a child she is since she thinks he's too serious and adult-like for a child. Aqua tries his best to act like a child but still trying to discover on what's the stalker (his murderer) motive to kill him and his wife. Not only that, because he wasn't the best at entertainment industry, he thinks it was concerning that someone as young as Ai was pregnant despite her popularity. As he remembers from his wife, idols in entertainment industry usually have their own problems that was considered as dark secrets in the entertainment industry. Feeling like Ai's secrets might reveal his murderer motive, Aqua then started to learn about Ai from maybe stories she told, her performance, books in her house, etc. For now Aqua considered that his murderer motive was connected to Ai's life somehow, perhaps a fan of her? His bond with Ruby was fine as he usually felt bad if he didn't play with his twin sister, however their bond to Aqua is more like a brother to his younger sister than a twin. Aqua thinks Ruby is too extra energetic and more weird than a normal child should behaved, she still act childish nonetheless so he wasn't thinking that far. His bond with Ai is like a normal mother and child relationship, he himself thinks his relationship with his supposedly mother was more distant if compared with Ruby which sometimes makes Ai a bit worried. He tries to be as closed with his family despite the weird feelings he felt for being reincarnated as his wife's favorite idol so suddenly. As his curiosity still going, he heard a gossip about how there's a creepy person going on in the neighborhood. Aqua, who was going out with his mother and twin sister, then was interested at the conversation between those people. He already suspect that the person they talk about might be his murderer since he was sure that the year distance between his death and Ai giving birth of course wasn't that far, very close if said. He was getting wary about Ai and even his twin sister safety.

He started to became more and more observant about his caretaker (Saitou Miyako) daily routine, for who knows maybe she might met his murderer and at some point will kill her to track down Ai. Saitou Ichigo was not any different in Aqua's eyes, he has to observe the president of Ichigo Production Inc who is also his mother's surrogate father. The more he dig, the more he knows how Ai was in fact an idol with ambition but her flawless facade was just an act to hide something deeper, perhaps traumatic event? That's what he diagnosed to her though. Not only that, who's the father of Ai's child? Is his murderer reason to kill him was to regained information that will lead to Ai? Or some kind of anger of the fact Ai is having child? His wary became more worse as he several times has to beg Ai to stay at home until a certain day he thinks will be safe for her. Realizing his twin sister admiration for their mother lead her to impersonate her was just makes things worse for him. He often tried to style her sister more differently than Ai to prevent anyone to point out the similarities. All of that work until he forgot he was in a literal child's body. One day, he fell into a high fever, 2 days before the dome concert. When the D-day was come, Aqua is not fully recover yet he doesn't want to burden Ai for her important concert. He tells her that he was fine and just feeling a little cold, Ai then about to give him a medicine before going to her concert with both of her child. Suddenly she hears a knock from the door, thinking it was the president and co, she walks right away to the front door. Aqua wasn't fully focused as he also thinks it was the president and the co, forgetting about the risk if it was someone unknown, someone that maybe is Ai's stalker.

The accident happened too quickly, hearing someone yelling makes Aqua gets out from the bedroom as he told Ruby to stay in. Staring at Ai getting stabbed at the exact same person that murders him. His body was getting weak but he quickly catch Ai that's about to fall, hearing the person rumbles about how he can't accept Ai having a child and was a liar in public. He can't say a single words as Ai mutters out her true feelings to the person, and Aqua's theory was right about that but his focus was more to a memories back when his wife was killed instead caring about is his theory was right or not. After the person ran away, he quickly tried to find anything to prevent Ai's blood from coming out much more but before that, Ai pulls him to her embrace, saying all the things she always wanted to say. Whatever Aqua wanting is, no matter how different his goal from hers and his twin sister is, she hopes Aqua turns to be a morally good person and was able to pursue his dreams. That was in fact another failure for Aqua, for Gorou that he couldn't save another person. Sarina was first, then his wife, now it's Ai. All of the innocent person has to die because he was late again. No matter how fake Ai is, for him, she is still a teen who tries to find the meaning of life, someone who tries to pursue her career and find a point of relationship. Ai is his mother yet his child, reminds him of Sarina's innocence and his wife's ambitions. Ruby and Ai are his family now after he lost his wife. He never had someone as heartwarming as they are after his wife, even if it's platonic, he never felt a platonic love this heartwarming. His wife was right, Ai is amazing. It was upsetting because he never thought that a fan could be so cruel to their idol just because they're an ordinary human who have their own life.

Just a few days after Ai's death, the stalker commits su1cide. It was make sense for him if the stalker will kill himself after that but what was he questioning is how the stalker knew their house? The stalker might be smart as Aqua can't just underestimate a fan's capability but he was sure that the house location was protected as Ai was a very popular idol. And for now, no one seems to know that Ai has a child, then how that man knows? The only people that knows about this are the president and his wife (his and his sister's caretaker). But if they are the one who spoil Ai's location, it'll be an absurd reason since Ai popularity was also the one who makes them regains money. B-komachi members? It doesn't seems like that, but it can be, maybe jealousy for the reason. Then who's the other suspect? Thinking it again, Aqua started to wonder back on whose makes Ai pregnant? Since he never heard about the mentioning of his and his twin sister's father, it makes him wonder if this person is dead or he simply just absent. Or is there some kind of misunderstanding that makes them seperate and leads his father to get a revenge to her? If his father is still alive, that means they engaged in a relationship 9 months or more before she gets pregnant. Since the only one knows about Ai's pregnancy are the president and his wife and they were there when she's about to delivered, right? And the other person knows about Ai's pregnancy nonetheless was his father, he might gave the information to Ai's stalker for some reason because, who else then?

His first suspect from B-komachi members changed to his father, who is he and what his motive to ruin Ai's life? Most importantly, where is he and is he still alive? Aqua used all the information to even dig more to the entertainment industry which he's not familiar with.

This was just a start for the story, would you like to know how Aqua (Gorou) adapted with the entertainment industry despite being a doctor in his past life? Would he still be an actor in my version? Or do you wanted to know about Ruby (Sarina) perspective first? Let's just wait and tell me if you're interested for more!

Next :

✫Hoshino Aquamarine (2) : The genius doctor in entertainment industry

✬Hoshino Ruby (1) : The beginning of Sarina's true life

✬Hoshino Ruby (2) : The new ambitious star in entertainment industry

✵Hoshino Ai : The truth about the perfect idol

✮Arima Kana

✭Kurokawa Akane

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

.

[dragonindigo245]

I took a break from Sky for quite some time. I stopped playing early in Season of Passage and got back into it this week. I've experienced a great amount of culture shock.

First and foremost, God damn it they did cackling canoneer as a traveling spirit when I was gone? That guy has two of my favorite cosmetics. Wait... no they didn't? What's a returning spirit? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE LETTING US HAVE EXTENDED VISITS OF MULTIPLE SPIRITS AT ONCE?

Why is the Cresent Oasis so empty? And why are all the quests minus the last boring? Why do all of the ultimate gifts for Nine Colored Deer suck? At least in seasons past the Ultimate Gifts were mid at worst. The hair and cape are kinda shit tho. If I had been around to buy the season pass I wouldn't have. That's actually just sad what they have.

I'm glad they finally redid the starting area as Aviary Village but... why does it suck so bad? Why is the tutorial so long and why do you spawn so far from the portals? Also wtf why is Home broken? Half the time the constellations don't work properly there. We don't even get traveling spirits here anymore??? Why don't we just have them in both Home and Aviary Village?

The new Days of Bloom cape looks like a lettuce leaf hah- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAVE EVENT CURRENCY NOW??? Why can you get barely anything per day???

As a Rhythm moth I have seen the game change many times. I think this has definitely been the biggest sucker punch I've gotten though.

That said, I'm not opposed to what's changed. I like having event currency (it's stupidly low amounts per day tho, that needs fixed) and I LOVE the returning spirits.

That said, I think Nine Colored Deer was one of the worst seasons I've played. I have not been more bored by a season ever. Also, it's stupid that Home no longer has traveling spirits and that they didn't bug fix the constellations in the patch they just released. It's fine you want players to lean towards Aviary Village but let the ogs keep their thing too?

Anyway, that's the rambles of a veteran player done and over with.

[demvalhaken]

Heyyyyyyyyy~

I decided to make Satan more brown and not your stereotypical kinda guy. Also, I need a Lucifer design because right now we have purple/pink goober

I’ve been kinda hit with the sickness of artblock again because of how many things I need to design but don’t want to

I imagine Satan and Lucifer being rivals, but that’s just me

I don’t why but I kinda tried to make Lucifer look like the sky of Pride, which is purple at night and blue at day. Completely unrelated but at night there’s three bright glowing stars and at day, four stars. This is from the Purgatory of The Divine Comedy. They represent the cardinal and spiritual virtues! I think that’s really cool, because if I ever do make a purgatory, the stars will be shining from there into Pride and maybe Treachery. In the actual story, Dante goes from Treachery and into Purgatory, but Purgatory is one step closer to Heaven and Pride is the highest ring of Hell. So just picture that in your head if you can.

Hehe, Bael’s mother. Her name is so hard to pronounce, it’s great on paper though. Curse you Alrofes. I’m not even gonna reveal wtf she is because that’s for future Dem to decide.

Not much to say about her other than she’s protected by Satan because if anyone knew what she was, she would be killed on sight. You can make assumptions on what she is because she’s literally a freak of nature (With love)

I didn’t colour her eyes like Alrofes’s because it just didn’t look right. Also she now has finger glove markings because I thought it was really cool and it started as a little headcannon on what her hands could look like. I ate with her design btw! I don’t know what past Dem was on, but she cooked a 3 Michelin star meal and got a 20/10 by Gordon Ramsay himself. Okay, I’m joking. She’s such a silly goober who has 0 social skills, she was homeschooled. Why is King Bael of the Ars Goetia a woman, I don’t fucking know!!! It’s been like this for absolutely no reason!!! I need to learn how to stop making ocs that are woman and draw an actual man for once, damn

My dinner, the tape is holding back the entire universe

Okay bye I need to stfu before I start geeking and tweaking

Eat this up and stay a menace to society, I have like one week and six days before I go back to school and I need to see some actual people in my life.

Look out ladies, here comes Dem!!!

Edit: Guess who’s getting her school shit done, we bouta be back in Hell fr

[poisonedspider]

Real life vent under the cut, then hoping to get some writing done. I jacked myself up on caffeine so I could write, but then all this shit has been happening tonight that I've shut down immensely and almost entirely lost muse for Angel Dust.

The very brief tldr, that some of you know - the Husk that I cosplay with has a major crush on me. I have been incredibly straight forward about not wanting a relationship right now, as well as that sex for me does not have romantic feelings behind it. (No, her and I never had sex, that's just a relevant piece). Mind you, I did not find out she had feelings for me until September at FanX, when she threw a hissy fit and ignored me all day because I was talking to a guy I had been seeing since May, and not having feelings for her.

I told her after how she treated me at that convention that any shot she would have had was completely blown. She understood, apologized, etc. Said she would back off. We have been talking like normal friends. Sure, sometimes I bring up things like...she sent me a photo of her in a towel post shower? Which really isn't the backing off she promised. And I would say like, "BUT WHERE ARE THE BOOBIES." I do not really consider that flirting. I consider that me being a GUY. I have lots of pictures of my friends boobs. Like. That doesn't mean I'm interested.

She stopped talking to me for a month in December, because she had a mental breakdown after I told her I was considering becoming official with the guy I had been talking to. Literally mental breakdown. She said it triggered her ED, she went to a therapist, etc. About two weeks ago, she finally came back. Apologized. Said how I wasn't treated fairly, etc. Literally four days ago, was talking about the next time we'd cosplay Huskerdust.

Disappears on me again all this week, only to come back and try and villainize me. Tell me her therapist says I should have been clear on my feelings (I was) and that it is never her responsibility to clarify (which wtf kind of therapist is this). Apparently she made a "demi community" on BlueSky. And is now villainizing me to my best friend. Told my bestie that she feels that I was emotionally taking advantage of her by letting me vent to her (uh...friends vent to friends??) and that I was "using her affection for my own ego."

I just spent the past two hours sending my best friend over 200 screen shots of our conversations. And my bestie is like, "....this is such a different picture than what she has been painting. You are acting like a friend. You aren't doing anything to lead her on, and in fact multiple times have said she's lost her chance because of how she treated you." Like. Do I say things like babe? Hon? Sure. I say that to people on here, too.

The irony is that she told me she started to like me because she started to fantasize about Angel, not me. Yet if I actually have Angel qualities (which yes, I do - I flirt, I am physical, I like sex and talk about it), she takes it as me leading her on. Even though I've been clear, and she never once spoke up or tried to set a boundary.

So now she said she never wants to cosplay Husk again. When we had all these plans....literally four days ago. She's telling my friends I'm this terrible person. But meanwhile everyone that has seen the screenshots is literally like.....wow what the fuck lens was she viewing things through.

That was such a ramble, but point is, I'm fussy. I've been crying. I've been angry. And since she's my Husk, it is now putting the most sour taste in my mouth and it's making me really struggle to even want to be on Angel. Which breaks my little heart because Angel is everything to me (I even had another pole class tonight! Determined!) I just....don't know what to do. I'm upset. I need a hug. I almost need a reason to keep pursuing Angel because this has turned me off so much and I am just...not great.

[silvyysthings]

Where to start with the recent episode of Deux. What was super strange was how his publicist contacted her directly for the First Time Ever but didn’t say the rumor isn’t true or defend his character instead one of his publicists whether it was Jessica or Nicole chose to say “they had not been Notified of any career damaging information? WTF. They also were ok to leave this potentially “damaging” rumor to circulate everywhere for an entire week and not address it immediately themselves which was odd considering how many times and how quickly and aggressively Brian has done so in the past. For example one of his team recently dispelled the “back to the Future” casting rumor within hours of it coming out but allowed this salacious rumor a full week to circulate? What the f was really going on BTS last week? His team who supposedly fine with leaving it up to Deux the account who posted multiple posts about said rumor to vaguely clear it up a whole week later?….Here is part of what was said on the episode between Deux and her co host….Deux started “ I did speak to Timothee’s publicist who wanted to set the record straight and say THEY HAVE NOT BEEN NOTIFIED of any sort of career damaging information that they are trying to keep under wraps”. I want to say this. I don’t think it was maliciously started out of thin air. I do want to say this. I don’t know how it was started. That’s why the information was so vague but I do want to state I don’t think it was maliciously stated out of thin air. IT WASN’T STARTED BY A FAN. We don’t know how these things happen. PUBLICISTS and STYLISTS and AGENTS and MANAGERS are the BIGGEST FUCKING GOSSIPS. So you know that whole world… right Lau?.. who is her co host and answered back to Deux “I agree. I totally agree. But my question is WOULD HIS PUBLICIST BE FORTHCOMING IF THERE WAS SOMETHING LIKE THAT WAS GOING TO COME OUT? then Deux said “ I don’t know that’s a great question. I don’t know?…. She said anyway that’s a wrap on that”…. Well if you say so Deux? So the takeaway was an Industry person started rumor NOT a fan and the person WAS NOT anonymous to Deux who she thought was credible after vetting their account. As a fan it makes you question if he needs a new team and what the hell is currently going on BTS. A whole week this was left. Really??

I don't know because I don't listen to dm podcast 🤢 bit I highly doubt Tim 's team is calling dm for non verified scandals and bullshits but for sure one thing : he needs a new team in my modest opinion

[bakugo-dee]

WTF

Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (female)

Warning: Some cursing

“What do you mean I am being benched?” you yelled at the Commissioner as you paced around the room. “I am the top Hero here, Tsukauchi! Why the heck would you do this to me? Besides, you know you need me for the next mission!?” “We received intel on current situations that threaten your safety. It seems that you are being targeted by the League of Villains (LV) and your recent run-in with Dabi has all agencies on high alert.” Tsukauchi sat behind his desk rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve a headache. “OH?! (you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks) All agencies huh?” “Yes. All agencies.” You crossed your arms and gave him a side glance “So…which one gave you the intel?” “Dynamight’s.” “Dynamight?!” you slammed your hands on his desk “Y…yes.” You knew better than to be taking your frustration out on the man in front of you. This turn of events wasn’t his doing after all. He was just following protocol. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and softly sighed “I see.” You turned to exit the Commissioner’s office “(Y/H/N)…wh…where are you going? This is only temporary. At least until we can figure out why the League is after you.” “You already know why. And don’t worry,  I’ll be back. Right after I set HIS ass on FIRE!!!!” With a confused look on his face, Tsukauchi watched as you let the door slam behind you “His ass? She doesn’t mean Dynamight’s…does she?” 

No one at Hero Public Safety Commision (HPSC) knew of your current relationship with the #2 Hero Dynamight and the #8 Hero Red Riot. Due to your line of work, it was safer this way. Heck, other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, who had recently been elected President of the HPSC, no one even knew your true identity. The saddest part out of all this secrecy was that not even your own boyfriends knew just how powerful you were. 

Your telekinesis quirk had manifested at an early age and it quickly caught the attention of the HPSC. Your quirk not only allowed you to move objects, but you could also manipulate matter at will. Your limitation was your own imagination. The HPSC approached your family with an offer to have you trained as a member of an elite group of heroes but you would need to keep your abilities a secret. You were allowed to attend UA as part of the General Studies course and that’s where you met the boys.    

“UGH! DAMN YOU KATSUKI! Why the heck aren’t you answering your phone?” You threw your cell phone over to the passenger seat of your SUV. All your calls kept going to voicemail and he wasn’t reading any of your text messages. The staff at his agency wouldn’t tell you where he was, only that he wasn’t available. This of course was standard procedure. They don’t know your Dynamight’s girlfriend and as far as they’re concerned you could be a villain plotting to attack the #2 Hero. 

Your heart was racing with anger as you pulled up to the front gate and saw thier cars parked in the driveway. Trying to keep your calm, you think back to the day on the lake when the three of you confessed your feelings for each other. How the heck do 3 best friends fall in love with one another. The thought still baffled you but the past year had been so amazing and now here you were sharing a home with them. Even though you had some reservation at first. Things had been going great up until 2 weeks ago when you were approached by the notorious villain, Dabi. 

Your undercover job at the Hero Commission was working in the PR Department. You were at a mall signing with some sidekicks and that’s where Dabi saw you. He was scoping the scene to gain intel for the LV and took a liking to you. He had no clue who you were, much less that you were a Secret Agent for the HPSC or in a relationship with the #2 and #8 Heroes. He managed to corner you behind the stage and struck up a conversation. Before you knew it he was trying to recruit you into the League of Villains and then tried kidnapping you when you refused. After a brief scuffle which led to a fight between him and the present Heroes, he escaped and you managed to walk away with only a few minor burns. However, the whole ordeal freaked out your overprotective boyfriends and for the past few weeks they have been pushing you to quit your job and stay home where they could keep you safe. Their lack of faith in your abilities has made you bitter towards them but then how could you blame them, they don’t know what you’re capable of.  

You rush into the house and are quickly greeted by Kirishima hugging you. “Hey baby! You’re home early. Wha…what are you wearing?” In your rush to get home to confront Katsuki you forgot to change out of your hero costume. “Ummm…Nevermind that…where is HE?!?!” “Bakugo?” “YES! Bakugo! Where the HELL is he?!” “Baby are you ok? You seem a little agitated.” “OH! I seem a little agitated. I am way passed agitated! Where the FUCK is he RED?!” “Ummm…baby??” You push a stunned Kirishima aside and head to the outdoor training facility. He chased after you, but to his surprise you were so much faster than him. At this point you are so angry that you are no longer in control of your quirk and flames start to spread all over your body.     

You smash the doors to the training facility “BAKUGO KATSUKI!!!!” You have now unleashed the full power of your quirk and are flying high engulfed in flames. Bakugo is staring at you in horror and disbelief. “Princess??? You…you…can fly? What the CRAP!?” You start shooting flames and hurling nearby objects at him simultaneously. “Baby Girl? What the…? Stop…you idiot.” He tries to dodge your attacks but one after another you land them all. You manage to pin him under a boulder, knocking him unconscious. “(Y/N)!!!!” Kirishima finally runs in “STOP!!!! What are you doing? You’re going to kill him!” and with those words you look down to where Katsuki is lying. The shock of what you have just done over takes you and you collapse to the ground in tears. “Katsuki? I…I…I’m sorry.” You lift the boulder off of him as Kirishima rushes to his side. 

“Is…is he ok?” “He’s unconscious. We need to get him to the hospital. He might have head trauma.” “What?” “Com’on.” Kirishima lifts him up in one swoop and the two of you rush to the car. You climb in the back seat of the truck and Kiri places Bakugo in your lab. “Katsuki…babe…I am so sorry. Please be ok. I didn’t mean to…” You say softly as your tears fall onto his face. “Baby…please…I am sorry. Please…I was just so angry.” “(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What was that? I’ve never seen you display that type of power before. Where did that come from?” “This is my power.” you reply with a heavy sigh and tears streaming down your face. “What?” “Kiri…please just get us to the hospital. I’ll explain everything later.” “Ok baby but…um…I am not going to lie…uh…I am pretty terrified of you right now.” “I’m pretty terrified of myself too. (you look down at Katsuki) Baby…can you hear me?” He opens his eyes slightly “Princess…you dumbass…what the heck was that?” “OH BABY! Shhhhh…don’t talk. We are taking you to the hospital. I am sooooo sorry.”

Once at the hospital, Bakugo is quickly taken in to see a healer. You and Kirishima are sitting across from each other in the waiting room. Normally he would be all over you in situations like this but after what he just witnessed, he’s been keeping his distance and you don’t blame him. Your phone rings “Hey. I am at the hospital. Can you come meet me here? Great. Thanks.” “Who was that?” “The Commissioner.” “What? Why is he calling you?” You don’t respond to Kirishima’s questions. The nurse walks in “He has been asking for you both. You can go in and see him now.” You walk in silence to his room. Kirishima walks in first. “Katsuki! Are you ok babe?” “Yeah…shity hair…I am fine. Where is (y/n)?” You step out from behind Kirishima. “Hey.” “Hey? Is that all you have to say to me?” He is angry but not as angry as you expect. “What the FUCK was that? Since when do you have that kind of power?” “I was angry at you. You had me benched.” “What? What do you mean I had you benched?” “Your agency. They called the HPSC and had me benched.” “Princess…you’re going to need to do some more explaining than that because I don’t have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about Dumbass and what the HECK are you wearing!” Just then, Naomasa Tsukauchi walks in. “(Y/H/N)?” “It’s ok, Tsukauchi. You can call me by my real name here.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you in confusion. “Um (y/n)…why is the Commissioner here and why did he just call you (Y/H/N)?” “Because that’s my Hero name.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you with a look of confusion “WHAT THE FUCK?!!!”

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

I'm feeling very zen this morning about bucktommy.

Maybe it's because it's been over a week since the shoddy ending to 8x06 and it feels less raw.

Maybe it's because even if Tommy never comes back at least 8x07 gave more proof/weight (can't find the right word) about how much the relationship meant to Buck by showing how much he's struggling, something he never got with any other LI except Abby.

Maybe it's because knowing how much balderdash the interviews are with dropped plots and things that never happen mean I have no more anxiety about them.

Maybe it's because from Ryan saying that Tim changes things last minute, and Tim gaslighting fans about creating plots he himself hinted at (madney/henren tension wtf?) means again ignoring what he says in interviews and that the door is wide open for a Tommy return.

Maybe it's because angst with a happy ending it's my favourite trope and the fic I've read this week has been so so achingly good it'll keep me fed throughout winter like a squirrel hoarding nuts.

Maybe it's just because it's sunny where I am today and it's put me in a good mood.

Also, I love your blog as a bucktommy (and tarlos) fan and also an old robron fan who hasn't watched since robert left but I can still get updates here 😄.

Anyway, I'm sorry for waffling in your inbox, I hope you have a great day!

Feel free to always come waffle in my inbox anon! i didn't think there was anyone out there with the same weird mix of hyper fixations as me! bucktommy x tarlos x robron ftw! 😂

But yeah I think the door is definitely open for Tommy to return in 8B. But knowing the show won't be back until March 6th after next week, I doubt Tim will even finish the scripts before March 1st!

The episode shows Buck being sad and miserable (and LONELY!! how much time were he and Tommy spending together these past 6 months??) and wanting to reach out, Tommy wanting to contact him too, Tommy constantly being on Buck's mind and if you just take everything you see at face value, that tells you those two aren't done with each other. And then tim comes and babbles in interviews almost saying the exact opposite of what's happening on screen.

Also - I only got into the fandom after the first bucktommy kiss but it seems like these post ep interviews are becoming more frequent? I don't remember seeing Tim quotes on my dash after EVERY ep - only for the big ones like season premier/season finale.

I read that it's the journalists (and I use that term loosely) that ask for these interviews and not necessarily the show sending Tim (or Oliver or Ryan or Lou or anyone) to do them and I'm just like... what is the point? Why do we need the 'boss' to run us through every episode and tell us what to think or feel? I mean the pit of despair we all plunged into after last week's ep was mostly because of the interviews. And even then, when you pull just the quotes from them (like someone has done - i forget who) it makes it so much easier to see what exactly Lou especially was saying.

Maybe we should just decide to ignore these post ep interviews as a fandom, enjoy our fics and gifs and meta - and apparently a newfound love for mpreg (lol i don't know where this came from but you do you, guys!) this winter, and see where it's at in March.

(also, please send me some of that sunshine! it's foggy and miserable and cold here!)

[laurafaritos]

The Patron’s Curse: A Short Gothic Tale of Art, Ambition, and a Terrifying Deal

So, I wrote this story, and honestly??? It's wild. Picture this: a struggling artist, broke as hell, makes a deal with this mysterious, too-good-to-be-true patron. He promises her fame, fortune, and everything she’s ever dreamed of. Sounds amazing, right? Except there’s a tiny catch—he’s a freaking soul-sucking vampire who feeds off her art. Like, literally. Every masterpiece drains a piece of her.

It’s got ambition, art, spooky gothic vibes, and, of course, a life-or-death showdown. I swear, it’s like The Picture of Dorian Gray meets Black Swan but with a splash of '¿¿¿wtf is happening???' - I had so much fun writing this, but also… it made me think about ambition and how success can come at a price we don’t realize we’re paying.

Anyway, if you’ve ever felt like chasing your dreams is slowly eating away at your soul (or you just love creepy vibes), this one’s for you. Let me know what you think—click below to read 'The Patron’s Curse.' written by yours truly. And don't forget to follow me!!!

"The Patron's Curse" Short Fiction by Laura Faritos

I’m holding a tube of burnt sienna oil paint, and it feels like it weighs fifty pounds. Or maybe it’s not the paint. Maybe it’s the fact that the credit card I’m about to swipe has already been declined twice this week. The clerk is staring at me like I’m about to steal the paint and make a run for it, and honestly, I might if they keep looking at me like that.

“Just the brushes,” I mutter, sliding the paint back onto the shelf.

Burnt sienna can wait.

Apparently, so can my artistic integrity.

The clerk doesn’t even try to hide their pity as they ring me up. Great. Nothing like being judged by someone whose name tag says “Chad.”

Outside, the wind hits like a slap to the face, and I pull my scarf tighter. The cold always feels worse when you’re broke. My apartment is a ten-minute walk away, but I’m dragging my feet like it’s ten miles. It’s not the distance—it’s what’s waiting for me when I get there. Or, more accurately, what isn’t: inspiration.

Halfway home, I stop at the corner, staring at the cracked sidewalk beneath my boots. The city’s gray and lifeless today, like someone forgot to render the world in HD.

A bus rumbles past, belching exhaust into the cold air, and for a second, I wonder what would happen if I just got on it. Left this place, left everything.

“You can’t keep doing this,” I mutter to myself. By “this,” I don’t just mean painting. I mean the whole mess—scraping by, pretending I’m fine, lying to myself about things getting better.

When I finally get home, the apartment feels colder than the street outside—like even the walls have given up on me. I drop my bag on the counter, brushes rattling like they’re laughing at my life choices. The place smells like old paint and failure.

And then I see it: an envelope.

“What the…”

It’s thick, cream-colored, and sitting dead center on my portfolio, like it owns the place.

I freeze.

No one else has a key.

No one I know, anyway.

“What in the Edward Cullen stalker behavior is this?” I mutter, glancing around. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Silence. The creepy, “you’re-about-to-get-murdered-in-your-own-home” kind of silence. If someone is here, I’m screwed, because it’s definitely not anyone I know. My landlord wouldn’t bother with theatrics like this; he prefers to barge in unannounced, yelling about rent.

So who…?

I stare at the envelope, unsure if I want to touch it. It practically screams “trap.” What if it’s laced with poison or some kind of James Bond villain nonsense?

No, that’s ridiculous… right?

I mean, who would go to that much trouble for me? I’m nobody. Just Jade: struggling artist, owner of exactly one chair, and wearer of socks with holes.

Unless…

Unless this is something. A sign, maybe. A turning point.

I grab the envelope like it might explode and slide my thumb under the seal. The paper inside is smooth, expensive—completely out of place in my life.

"Jade, I’ve been watching your work. Your talent is undeniable. I’d like to discuss an opportunity that could change your life. Please meet me at the address below at 8 p.m. tonight. Come prepared to share your vision."

No name. No explanation for how they found me. And absolutely no clue how they got inside.

I reread the letter, the unease twisting tighter in my gut. “He.” This has to be a man. No woman in her right mind would break into someone’s apartment just to drop off a mysterious letter, casually reminding me she knows where I live and can let herself in anytime she pleases.

Yeah. No way. This is a man’s kind of unhinged.

The letter’s meant to be a “gift,” I guess. Not a threat. Definitely not a threat.

…Right?

I scrutinize the envelope like I’m auditioning for a detective show, holding it up to the light, flipping it over, even acting like I know how to look for invisible ink. As if I’d have the faintest idea what to do if I actually found some.

Conclusion? Nothing.

No fine print, no secret codes, just an address scrawled in an infuriatingly elegant hand. It’s in the part of town where people sip cocktails that cost more than my monthly rent.

My gut says “don’t go”. My bank account says, “shut up, broke bitch”.

I glance at the clock. 6:45 p.m.

The address is a 30-minute bus ride away. Just enough time to make the absolute worst decision of my life.

“Welp,” I announce to the empty room, grabbing my bag and heading for the mirror.

As I pull on my coat, I catch my own reflection and smirk. “Welcome back to another thrilling episode of ‘Will I Die, Or Will I Pay My Bills? Either Way, I Can’t Afford Food’ so stay tuned for the grand prize reveal!”

The smirk fades as quickly as it came. With a deep breath, I clutch the questionable invitation, step out the door, and silently pray this isn’t my RSVP to murder.

🖤

The mansion is everything I expected and worse.

Tall iron gates.

A winding driveway.

Windows that glint like they’re judging me for showing up in thrift store boots.

It’s the kind of place that screams “money can buy anything except taste.”

I stand at the gate for a moment, my breath fogging in the cold air. This is a bad idea. Scratch that—it’s a terrible idea. The kind of idea that starts with, “This is where they find my body,” and ends with, “She really should’ve stayed home.”

But then I think about my fridge, which currently contains a singular piece of string cheese and a bottle of off-brand ketchup. If this guy wants to murder me, fine—but he’d better make it quick. I’ve got bills to pay.

The gate creaks open like it’s been waiting for me. No one’s there. Because of course. The vibes are already haunted, and I’m not even inside yet.

I hesitate, then step onto the driveway. Gravel crunches under my boots, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least disturb whatever “eccentric billionaire” lives here. The mansion looms closer with every step, its massive front door lit by a single dim light, like some kind of dramatic spotlight.

Before I can knock, the door swings open. Standing in the entryway is a man who looks like he was genetically engineered to make people feel insecure about their life choices. Tall, lean, with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. His suit is tailored to within an inch of its life, which is just insulting to anyone who’s ever worn sweatpants to the grocery store.

“Jade,” he says, his voice low and smooth, like we’re old friends. Or maybe old enemies. Hard to tell.

“Yeah,” I manage, gripping my bag like it might save me. “You left me a letter.”

He smiles. It’s not a reassuring smile. It’s the kind of smile that says, “I know where the bodies are buried because I buried them myself.”

“Come in,” he says, stepping aside.

This is the part where I should run. Instead, I step inside, because apparently, I have the survival instincts of a lemming. The warmth of the house wraps around me like a trap, all cozy and suffocating.

The entryway is cathedral-level massive, with ceilings so high they could probably host their own weather system. The walls are lined with paintings, each one more unsettling than the last. Dark forests. Stormy seas. A woman whose eyes seem to follow me no matter where I stand.

I make a mental note: rich people art is weird.

The man leads me into a sitting room with a fire crackling in a massive stone hearth. The furniture looks like it was stolen from a castle, and I’m half-expecting a butler to pop out of nowhere with a tray of caviar and disappointment.

“Sit,” he says, gesturing to an armchair that looks like it costs more than my rent.

I sit, because clearly, I’ve decided to lean into my bad decisions tonight.

He takes the chair across from me, steepling his fingers like he’s auditioning for Evil Billionaires Anonymous. “I’ve been watching your work,” he says, his dark eyes locked on mine. “You have something rare, Jade. A gift.”

“Thanks,” I say, trying not to sound as freaked out as I feel. “But I’m not sure why I’m here.”

He leans forward, the firelight catching on his cheekbones like he’s starring in his own gothic drama. “I want to make you an offer,” he says, his voice as smooth as the silk in his suit. “One that will ensure your art is never overlooked again.”

I should’ve seen it coming. Rich people don’t just hand out opportunities for free—there’s always a catch. A cost. A twist.

And yet, here I am, staring at this man—this stranger—like he’s about to sprinkle some fairy dust on my life and make all my problems go away. Maybe it’s the firelight, or maybe it’s the desperation clawing at my chest, but for a moment, I let myself believe him.

“Let me be clear,” he says, his voice smooth, measured. “What I’m offering isn’t charity. It’s an arrangement.”

There it is.

The catch.

“What kind of arrangement?” I ask, my voice more steady than I feel.

He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that makes you want to check your bank account and your pulse. “You create. I facilitate. The world sees your art, as it should, and in return…” He pauses, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make my stomach twist. “You give me something in return.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. “But what, exactly, am I giving you?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stands, crossing to a side table where a decanter of amber liquid waits. He pours himself a glass—no offer to me, of course—and takes a deliberate sip before turning back.

“Let’s just say,” he begins, his tone as casual as if we’re discussing the weather, “every masterpiece comes with a price. A little piece of yourself. Nothing you’ll miss.”

I laugh, sharp and bitter. “Wow, you’ve really leaned into the tortured artist stereotype, huh?”

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t even blink. “Do we have an agreement?”

I should say no. I should run out of this mansion and never look back. But the thing is, I’ve been losing pieces of myself for years. Every rejection letter, every sleepless night, every time I’ve watched someone else get what I’ve worked so hard for—it’s all chipped away at me until I’m not even sure there’s anything left to lose.

So I say, “Fine.”

His smile widens, and for a moment, I think I see something flicker behind his eyes. Something dark. Hungry.

“Good,” he says, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “You won’t regret it.”

But as the words leave his mouth, I know I already do.

🖤

The first painting after the deal is unlike anything I’ve ever created.

It practically pours out of me—colors I didn’t even know I could mix, brushstrokes that feel more like instinct than skill. I’m not just painting; I’m breathing life into the canvas.

When I step back, my chest heaving and my hands trembling, I barely recognize it as mine.

It’s beautiful.

Terrifyingly so.

The kind of work that makes people stop in their tracks, lean in closer, feel something deep in their guts. And yet, looking at it fills me with an unease I can’t shake, like it’s staring back at me.

But unease doesn’t pay rent.

I take a picture, upload it to my neglected Instagram account, and go to bed thinking maybe—just maybe—things will start turning around.

They do.

Fast.

I fall asleep after a while. By the time I wake up, my phone is a chaotic mess of notifications.

DMs from gallery owners.

Comments from people asking how much it costs.

Even a message from someone claiming they’re “moved to tears.”

I stare at the screen, half expecting the numbers to fade away like some cruel hallucination.

But they don’t.

“You’re going to regret this,” I whisper to myself.

Because of course I do.

I know better than to believe in miracles without strings attached.

The calls start coming in, one after the other.

Exhibits. Commissions. Opportunities that would’ve been impossible yesterday suddenly feel like they’re being handed to me on a silver platter.

At first, it feels like validation.

Like all the sleepless nights and ramen dinners were finally worth it.

But then the shadows start to creep in.

It’s subtle at first—just little flickers in the corner of my eye, like the light can’t quite reach certain parts of the room. I laugh it off, telling myself I’ve been painting too much, staring at colors until my vision plays tricks on me.

But the flickers don’t stop.

They grow bolder.

One night, I’m working late, the hum of my playlist filling the room, when I feel it.

A cold breath on the back of my neck.

The kind of cold that crawls into your skin, into your bones, and refuses to leave.

I spin around, my brush slipping from my fingers, but there’s nothing there.

Just the shadows pooling around the corners, deeper and darker than they should be.

“It’s nothing”, I tell myself.

Stress.

Sleep deprivation.

Too much caffeine.

But as I turn back to the canvas, I swear the shadows shift, like they’re watching me.

The unease doesn’t go away. It seeps into everything, clinging to me like the smell of turpentine.

Even when I’m not painting, I feel it—the weight of something pressing down on me, growing heavier with every masterpiece I finish.

And yet, I can’t stop. The ideas come faster than I can paint them, my hands moving like they’re not even mine anymore. The work is better than anything I’ve ever done—better than I thought I was capable of. It’s breathtaking. Hypnotic.

And completely, undeniably wrong.

Because every time I finish a painting, I feel it. The pull. Like a thread being tugged from the fabric of my being, unraveling me one masterpiece at a time.

I stare at the latest piece—a haunting portrait of a woman whose eyes seem to follow you no matter where you stand—and feel a pang of something I can’t name. Pride? Dread? Both?

“Who are you?” I whisper to the empty room.

The shadows don’t answer.

But the whispers come at night.

They start as a faint hum, just at the edge of hearing.

It’s like a conversation happening in the next room.

At first, I think it’s the neighbors.

Then I remember the apartment next door has been empty for months.

“Great,” I mutter, pressing my pillow over my head. “I’m hallucinating now. That’s… fine.”

But the whispers don’t stop. They follow me into the studio, curling around me as I work, low and insistent. It’s not words, not exactly, but something close—sounds that almost make sense, just out of reach.

I tell myself it’s stress. I tell myself it’s nothing. I tell myself a lot of things I don’t believe.

A week later, I wake up to find claw marks on the windowsill.

They’re faint, like something tried to dig its way in but gave up halfway. I stare at them for a long time, my coffee growing cold in my hands.

“Animals,” I say aloud, because saying it makes it feel more plausible.

“Or a really ambitious squirrel.”

But the marks aren’t just on the windowsill. They’re on the doorframe, the baseboards, even the legs of my easel. Everywhere, like some unseen thing is trying to make itself known.

The air in the apartment feels heavier now, thick and oppressive.

It’s like it’s pressing down on my chest. I start sleeping with the lights on—not that it helps.

The shadows are still there, darker than ever, creeping closer every time I close my eyes.

And the whispers… the whispers are getting louder.

One night, I wake to find the shadows gathered in the corner of my room, writhing like smoke caught in a draft. They don’t move like shadows should—they don’t follow the light, don’t stay bound to walls. They stretch and twist, growing taller, their edges sharp and jagged.

I don’t scream.

I don’t move.

I just watch, my breath caught in my throat, as the darkness takes shape.

A figure steps out of the shadows, its form shifting and indistinct, like it’s not fully there.

Its eyes—or where its eyes should be—glow faintly, two pinpricks of cold, blue light.

“Jade,” it says, its voice low and hollow, like the wind through a graveyard.

My blood turns to ice. “Who are you?” I whisper.

It tilts its head, its movements unnervingly smooth. “You know who I am.”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

I want to run, to scream, to do anything but sit frozen in my bed.

But I can’t move. Oh God. I can’t move.

I can’t even breathe.

Fuck.

The figure steps closer, its presence filling the room, suffocating.

“Keep going,” it says, its voice curling around me like smoke. “You’re almost there.”

Almost where? I want to ask, but the words won’t come.

The figure leans down, its glowing eyes locking onto mine. “Finish what you started.”

And then it’s gone, slipping back into the shadows as if it was never there.

By morning, I convince myself it was a dream. A nightmare brought on by exhaustion and too much caffeine. But the claw marks on my bedroom door tell a different story.

For the first time, I consider walking away. Leaving the apartment, the paintings, the deal—everything. But the thought feels impossible, like trying to imagine the sky without stars.

Because as much as I hate to admit it, I need this. The recognition. The success. The proof that I matter, that my work matters.

And maybe… maybe I need the shadows, too.

The next painting is a commission. Some tech mogul’s wife saw my work at a gallery opening and decided she absolutely must have one. No concept, no vision—just “something bold” to match the curtains in her overpriced penthouse.

“Sure,” I’d said, smiling through clenched teeth. “Bold. Got it.”

Now I’m standing in front of the blank canvas, staring at it like it personally insulted me. My brushes sit in a neat line on the desk, untouched. The air in the studio is thick, heavy with expectation.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I mutter, picking up a brush.

The moment the bristles touch the canvas, the world tilts.

It’s subtle at first. A faint buzzing in the back of my skull, like the hum of an old fluorescent light. But as the colors bleed across the canvas, it grows louder, sharper, until it feels like my brain is vibrating.

My hand moves on its own, the strokes precise and deliberate, like someone else is guiding me. The colors are richer than anything I’ve ever mixed before—deep, vivid hues that seem to glow against the stark white background.

The shadows gather around me, their edges flickering like they’re alive. They press close, pooling under the easel, spilling onto the floor.

I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

Hours pass, or maybe minutes. Time bends and twists, slipping through my fingers like water. The painting takes shape in front of me, a storm of color and movement that feels more alive than I do.

It’s beautiful. And it’s not mine.

I step back, my legs trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The room is spinning, the shadows closing in, but I can’t look away.

The painting pulses, faint and rhythmic, like a heartbeat.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” a voice says behind me.

I spin around, my heart leaping into my throat. The patron is standing in the doorway, his dark eyes gleaming with something I can’t place.

“How did you—” I start, but he cuts me off with a wave of his hand.

“This is your best work yet,” he says, stepping into the room. His gaze lingers on the painting, his expression almost reverent. “You’ve captured something truly extraordinary.”

I don’t know what to say. My hands are shaking, my body drained, like I’ve run a marathon without leaving the studio.

“What’s happening to me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turns to me, his smile cold and sharp. “You’re becoming what you were always meant to be.”

Later, when he’s gone, I sit on the floor of the studio, staring at the painting. The shadows have receded, but their presence lingers, like the ghost of a storm.

I reach out, my fingers brushing against the edge of the canvas. The surface feels warm, almost alive, like it’s breathing.

A sharp pain blooms in my chest, and I pull my hand back, clutching at my ribs. The feeling passes quickly, but it leaves me shaken.

I look at the painting again, and for the first time… I wonder if it’s looking back at me.

I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of whispers. At first, I think it’s a dream—a low, rhythmic murmur, like voices bleeding through the walls of an old apartment. But as I sit up in bed, the whispers grow louder, sharper, until they’re all I can hear.

They’re coming from the studio.

I grab the nearest object—a paintbrush, because apparently, I have zero survival instincts—and creep toward the door. The whispers are clearer now, layered and overlapping, like a crowd of people murmuring secrets into the dark.

The studio door is slightly ajar. Light spills through the crack, flickering and uneven, like a fire struggling to stay alive.

My hand shakes as I push the door open.

The painting is glowing.

It’s faint, just a soft pulse of light emanating from the canvas, but it’s enough to make the room feel otherworldly. The shadows stretch long and thin across the floor, twisting into shapes that make my stomach turn.

The whispers are louder here, swirling around me, seeping into my skin.

I step closer to the painting, my bare feet cold against the wooden floor. The colors seem to shift as I move, swirling and blending, forming patterns that are almost recognizable.

And then I see it.

In the center of the painting, hidden among the chaos of color and light, is a face. It’s faint, barely there, but unmistakable. Hollow eyes. A sharp, angular jaw. A mouth twisted into something between a smile and a snarl.

The patron.

I stumble back, my breath catching in my throat. The whispers rise, frantic and urgent, their words slipping through my fingers like sand.

“Stop,” I whisper, pressing my hands over my ears. “Stop it.”

The whispers don’t listen.

The shadows move.

At first, I think it’s a trick of the light. But then they lunge, stretching across the room like black flames, reaching for me.

I scream, grabbing the first thing I can—an empty paint can—and hurl it at the painting. It hits the canvas with a dull thud, but the glow doesn’t falter. If anything, it grows stronger, the light seeping into the shadows, feeding them.

The whispers are deafening now, a cacophony of voices that makes my head throb. The shadows twist and writhe, pulling at the edges of my vision.

I run.

I don’t stop until I’m outside, barefoot on the freezing pavement. The city is quiet, the streets empty, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.

I glance back at the apartment building. The studio window glows faintly, a beacon in the dark.

My hands are trembling, my breath fogging in the cold night air.

I can’t go back.

But I know I will.

It takes me an hour to gather the courage to go back inside. I sit on the curb, shivering in my threadbare hoodie, trying to convince myself this isn’t happening. Maybe I’m sleep-deprived. Maybe I’ve inhaled too many paint fumes. Maybe—

A shadow moves in the corner of my eye.

I whip my head around, but the street is empty. Just the faint hum of a distant car and the flicker of a streetlight struggling to stay alive.

“Nope,” I mutter to myself. “Nope, nope, nope.”

But staying outside isn’t an option. My phone is dead, my wallet’s inside, and—most importantly—I have nowhere else to go. So I square my shoulders, take a deep breath, and march back toward the building.

The hallway smells like old paint and despair. My apartment door is still ajar, the faint glow spilling out into the corridor.

I step inside, my heart pounding like a drum.

The studio is alive.

The painting pulses with light, the shadows writhing like living things. The whispers are back, louder and more insistent, their words just on the edge of comprehension.

And in the center of it all, the patron.

He’s not just a face in the painting anymore. He’s there, standing in front of the canvas, his figure flickering like a bad TV signal.

“You’re late,” he says, his voice smooth and unbothered, like this is just a casual Tuesday.

I don’t know whether to scream or laugh, so I settle for neither. “What the hell is going on?” I demand, my voice shaking.

He tilts his head, studying me like I’m a particularly interesting puzzle. “You wanted fame,” he says. “Recognition. Success. And I gave it to you.”

“Yeah? Well, I’d like a refund.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “There are no refunds, Jade. You signed the contract.”

“What contract?” I snap. “You didn’t give me a contract. You gave me a creepy note and a lot of cryptic nonsense.”

His gaze sharpens, and for the first time, I see something dangerous in his expression. “Everything has a price,” he says, stepping closer. “You knew that when you accepted my offer.”

The whispers surge, wrapping around me like smoke. The shadows stretch toward me, their edges jagged and sharp.

I step back, my pulse roaring in my ears. “I didn’t know I was selling my soul.”

“Semantics,” he says with a shrug. “You’re an artist, Jade. You understand sacrifice.”

The light from the painting grows brighter, the colors swirling faster. The shadows twist and churn, their movements almost frantic.

“You can’t fight this,” he says, his voice low and steady. “You’re mine now. Your art is mine.”

Something inside me snaps.

“No,” I say, the word firm and steady, even as my hands tremble. “It’s not yours. None of it is.”

The patron raises an eyebrow, his smile fading. “You can’t win this.”

“Watch me.”

I grab the nearest object—a palette knife—and lunge for the painting. The whispers scream, the shadows surging toward me like a tidal wave, but I don’t stop.

The blade slashes across the canvas, the colors splitting like an open wound. The light flares, blinding and searing, and the patron lets out a roar that shakes the walls.

The shadows collapse, their forms unraveling into nothingness. The whispers fade, replaced by a deafening silence.

And then, it’s over.

The painting is gone. The patron is gone.

I drop to my knees, the palette knife clattering to the floor.

The studio is still.

The silence is unbearable.

I sit on the cold floor of my studio, staring at the blank wall where the painting used to hang.

My ears are still ringing from the chaos, my hands trembling as if they’re trying to shake off what just happened.

For a moment, I wonder if I imagined it all. If this was some elaborate hallucination brought on by exhaustion and too much instant coffee.

But then I look down at my hands.

They’re trembling, smeared with something I can’t quite place—a residue that clings to my skin like it’s part of me now. Paint? Blood? Shadows? It’s all blurred together.

The easel lies toppled over, the studio around me eerily still, as if the world itself is holding its breath. I try to stand, but my legs buckle beneath me. My chest heaves as I sink back to the floor, my head resting against the wall.

🖤

When they find me, I’m slumped against the easel, dried paint caked on my hands and arms. My body feels like it’s been wrung out and left to dry. I can’t speak. I can’t move. All I can do is stare at the blank canvas leaning against the wall, its surface pristine, like nothing had ever been there.

The paramedics speak softly, their words muffled and distant, like I’m underwater. They ask questions I can’t answer. Am I hurt? Is there anyone else here? Do I know my name?

My name.

I open my mouth to respond, but the words don’t come. I’m not sure anymore.

The next few weeks blur together. Hospital rooms. Endless tests. Doctors speaking in hushed tones as they glance over my charts. They tell me I’m malnourished, dehydrated, suffering from exhaustion.

They don’t know the half of it.

No one asks about the paintings, about the whispers, about the shadows that no longer stalk me but leave an ache in their absence. No one notices the faint marks on my wrists, like bruises left by invisible chains. No one mentions the small vial of burnt sienna paint tucked into the corner of my hospital bag—a reminder I can’t bring myself to leave behind.

When I’m finally discharged, the apartment feels like a ghost of itself.

The studio is bare. The easel is gone.

The paintings that once crowded the walls have disappeared, claimed by galleries and collectors eager to own a piece of me.

I walk through the empty rooms, my fingers trailing along the chipped paint on the walls. It feels like someone else’s life, someone else’s failure.

In the corner of the studio, I find a single canvas. It’s blank, untouched, but it hums faintly beneath my fingertips, as though it’s waiting for me to pick up a brush.

I don’t.

Instead, I sit on the floor, the canvas leaning against my knees, and stare out the window. For the first time in months, the world outside feels real. The sun is warm on my face, the sky impossibly blue.

But I know the truth.

Somewhere out there, he’s waiting.

Maybe not him, exactly, but someone like him.

Someone who can see the hunger in me.

The desperate, clawing need to be seen, to be known, to matter.

And I wonder, not for the first time, if I’ll ever be strong enough to say no.

THE END.

If you made it to the end of The Patron’s Curse, first of all—THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! Your support means the world to me!!!!! 🖤 This story was such a journey to write, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. Did Jade’s choices resonate with you? What would you have done in her shoes??? Do you think the patron was a metaphor for something deeper, or am I just overthinking it??? (Spoiler: it’s probably both.)

Let’s talk about it in the comments—your interpretations, your favorite moments, or even your own experiences with ambition and the cost of chasing dreams. Or hey, if you just loved the spooky vibes, let me know that too!!!

And for those of you who enjoy this spooky vibe, stay tuned for my non-fictional spooky content! There are Haunted Comedians podcast episodes currently in post-production, where I interviewed a few haunted comedians in-depth about their personal paranormal experiences. I’ll be posting it shortly. And if you’re in Toronto, don’t miss the Haunted Comedians live shows happening in January, May, August, and October. Tickets at hauntedcomedians.eventbrite.ca.

Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to follow for more stories, wild thoughts, gothic vibes, and spooky fun. ✨ Tchau tchau ✨