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[feralhoekage]

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You can call me Olivia, Liv, Livi 🤍 I go by many names

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Since I have been asked a few times, of course you can blow my notifications up & reblog as much as you want 🥰 my pictures included! 🥰🩷

A little about me: I am 26, in my first year, getting my degree in botany. I'm pagan/wiccan, still very new though & something I keep close to myself because people can be cruel. I am a mom, I have three kids. I am also bisexual. Don't take my non-response to your messages as ignoring you. I'm very busy and cannot reply to everyone, every single day. Also if I repost something but don't reply to you, please don't be offended! I promise if I'm not responding, I am most likely in a shitty ass mood and I don't want to take that out on anyone. I am 5'5, and between 120 lbs. I have one tattoo, and one piercing. I'm a libra, October 21 is my birthday, and Halloween is my favorite day of the year. I am very shy, but can be very clingy... ugh.

I use tags HEAVILY on my page, click on the ones at the bottom of the post to navigate around a lot easier :) I promise you'll thank me

Enough of that, now! On to the kinks portion of the tour: (This list is still growing/I haven't figured all of mine out yet- so this list will change a bit most likely.)

Breeding | DD/lg | CNC | Corruption | Fauxcest | Masochism | Pain/Degrading | Size Difference | Somno | Age Difference | R@pe Play | BDSM | Slight bondage (this one is newer) |

Hard NO's!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I give one- maybe two depending on the person- warnings, then you will be blocked if you cross my boundaries.)

Anal (Traumatized from my experiences.)

Bathroom ... Things... - not for me.

diaper stuff - no hate, just not for me (:

Cheating/Poly - to each their own, but I don't like it.

Other things I enjoy since I am human and sex isn't the ONLY thing I think about(it's up there lol): Nordic mythology, Vikings(in every aspect), I want to be an author eventually(maybe), I smoke weed, I play video games. DC comics are my favorite but I do like marvel as well. Anime is my favorite genre. DnD! I absolutely love food. I can bake🥰 I do not look like I can eat but I can lol. I will 100% talk to you about tattoos all of the time 🥰. I am obviously in botany, so plants and trees are my favorite thing! My favorite colors are dark green, pink, and yellow 🩷 I'm very much into the dark and spooky side of everything, but I love the girly side of me and life as well.

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[machihunnicutt]

30, 37 for fic ask meme!!

TY LIVV :) !

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

i have a hard time with this and i think the solution is just to write it as quickly as possible and try not to think too much! fanfic is fun bc it gives you a starting point to expand on and explore…i think you just have to go for it and embrace the vulnerability of writing something out of the box :) i’ve been experimenting with writing more explicit scenes, that’s never been my strong suit but like…fic is a space for play and for discovery. i’m working on like, not counting myself out i guess? and trusting the process! and putting shame in its place!

this is a very vague answer i’m sorry. i think i just mean “write it scared” !

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

SURE !!! it’s this one. i don’t write a lot of rare pairs but rin/machi really speaks to me and i think i was really ambitious with the the plot while maintaining good pacing (another allison-ism is constantly worrying about pacing whoops). also i wrote it for me, y’know? i did not expect wide readership. all the stuff i wrote for fruits basket is really special to me bc it’s a series i loved in middle school (and read fic for back then!) and then returned to as an adult with a new understanding of and connection to. and i mean…like machi is tattooed on my arm, obviously I’m deeply committed to her (even if fb was not lmao). here’s a snippet:

It was a dark room, not depicted overhead as the last map, but as if the viewer were sitting with their back against the wall. There were no windows, and everything was bathed in purple and blue shadow, like a bruise. It was a claustrophobic painting. It was a haunting painting. It reminded Machi of broken and bloody things.

“I suppose you don’t want to talk about this one either?” Machi said.

“It speaks for itself,” Rin said, half-snarl, half crack in her voice.

“I think it’s powerful,” Machi said.

Rin hesitated. “I keep getting drawn back. No matter how far I get from that place and those people. And it’s not all bad. Haru…well, it’s not important. Sometimes I feel like I’m the last person left who wants to talk about the way it was,” she said.

Machi caught her breath.

She thought of the first nights alone in her old apartment. Every sound in the building spooked her and she didn’t talk to anyone. She bought all her food at stores with self-checkouts and mumbled when she was called on in class. She didn’t realize how lonely it all was until her vocal chords were constricting. That’s what Rin’s art reminded her of: someplace where loneliness was heavy like a blanket, and so encompassing you forgot it was there.

“Why did you want to go to art school?” Machi said. It was her most daring question of the night, and sounded almost mean.

“Why did you want to move in here?” Rin said.

“I thought it would be good for me,” Machi said.

Rin gestured down to the canvases.

“Yeah,” she said. “I thought this would be good for me too.”

[silverslate221]

What powers would you give to kwamis that embody the four seasons?

My Season based kwamis are very powerful they can manipulate two different aspects relating to each of their respective seasons but their true strength lies in their ability to manipulate magic itself either amplifying it or weakening it, this abilities was considered too dangerous to reside in the Guardian’s temple so they were placed in a Wandering Miracle Box along with similarly dangerous kwamis. Anyway to the powers themselves.

Livv the Deer of Spring- She grants the ability to create an aura of Spring causing all nearby plant life to flourish and grow which can then be manipulated and people are healed any ailments they may be suffering. She also grants the ability to summon fresh rains. Her magical ability empowers the physical traits of all nearby magical beings so a Miraculous holder’s already impressive strength and speed are pushed to new limits

Blles the Gecko of Summer- He grants the ability to create an aura of Summer bringing about staggering heat that can be pushed to extreme limits enough to melt metal or rock or even beyond that and people will become energized and even aggressive. He can also summon sand storms. His magical ability empowers the magical strength of all nearby magical beings so their powers themselves. So say Chat noir was affected his Cataclysm would grow in strength until it could compete with Plagg’s but he would still retain more control than Plagg has with his raw power.

Døddie the Sparrow of Autumn- She grants the ability to create an aura of Autumn cause nearby plant life to decay and people can grow sick and weak. She also grants the ability to summon and control strong winds. Her magical ability is basically the opposite of Livv’s all nearby magical beings have their physical abilities weakened to the point where they may as well not be there at all

Demiis the Polar Bear of Winter- He grants the ability to create an aura of Winter bringing about deep cold and ice and people will become sluggish and apathetic. He also will either grant the ability to summon darkness or deep sleep (not totally sure yet). His magical ability is the opposite of Blles’ the magical abilities of all nearby magical beings will be reduced to practically nothing and skilled holders can even snuff them out entirely.

Thanks to @graaythekwami / @mymiraclebox for sending this ask my way

[cecilspeaks]

163 - “Bravo”

Our moral compass has been demagnetized. Welcome to Night Vale.

Night Vale, Carlos and I went to see a new play the other night. It’s been ages since we went to the theater. I think the last show we saw was “Hamilton”, which is a Tony and Pulitzer winning hip hop musical about figure skater Scott Hamilton, who died in a duel to fellow Olympian Katarina Witt. “Hamilton” was wonderful, but live theater is so expensive. It’s a rare treat for us to get out of the house, what with the cost of tickets plus dinner, parking, a babysitter, tuxedo rentals and all that time spent watching YouTube makeup tutorials for jamming facial recognition cameras.

But my friend Charles Raynor invited us as his special guests to watch the premiere of a new play at the Night Vale Asylum, where Charles is the warden. The play was called “The Disappearance and Cover-up of Flight 18713 as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Night Vale under the Direction of Undercover Agents from the National Safety and Transportation Bureau.” Or, “18713/NTSB” for short. I’m used to seeing plays at the New Old Opera House or in the high school auditorium. There’s also the Black Box Theatre, which presents some of Night Vale’s most experimental drama from young performance artists. No one has seen any of these shows, or if they have, they’ve never emerged from that doorless black box, its walls perfectly smooth and faintly warm.

But this particular play was at the asylum itself. The Night Vale Asylum perches atop a craggy peak in the Sand Wastes. It’s brutalist concrete walls intermittently slashed with slivers of windows. I do not personally know anyone inside this intimidating institute, other than warden Raynor himself. And I’ll admit to being a bit nervous venturing out at night to a heavily guarded home for the criminally insane. But Carlos put me at ease by rolling his eyes. He said it was neurotypical ableism that makes us think this way. That movies and TV shows often play up harmful tropes about psychopaths and lunatics, planning daring escapes so they can return to a life of criminal misdeeds. Carlos explained that asylums are merely places where we hide away the people who most remind us of the inexplicable fragility of the human brain.

Driving out past the Scrublands under an indigo sky, the full moon low over the horizon backlighting the Night Vale Asylum atop its jagged rocky ridge, my nerves returned. I thought I heard coyotes howling in the distance, but it was the car stereo. Carlos had put on his favorite new Frank Ocean album called “Various Animals Screaming”. When we arrived, warden Raynor greeted us at the gates. Two guards wearing army style green dress uniforms flanked him. Their right breasts were laden with medals, chevrons and stripes. They each were armed with billy clubs, tasers and slingshots, and one of them was wearing an eye patch, but it was positioned in the middle of his forehead.

The warden escorted Carlos and me to our seats, which were simple wood chairs. There were only ten seats total, all in a single row along the rear wall. There was no standard stage to speak of, no curtain. The actors were all in costume in the center of the room, already in character. The other seats were already filled. Warden Raynor, Sheriff Sam, three of Sam’s secret police officers, two of Sam’s overt police officers, and an angel I had never met before, but who introduced themself to me as Erika. With a K, they added. “Nice to meet you, Erika,” I said. “You got ten bucks?” Erika asked. “Uh, sure,” I said. “What for?” “Not everyone gets to know everything,” they said. “You either got it or you don’t, man.” So I handed them ten bucks and minutes later my lower back pain, which has plagued me for the last six months, was gone. I looked back at Erika and I saw the wink at me, or I think they winked? They have ten eyes, so it could have just been an asynchronous blink. It’s hard to even tell what they’re ever looking at.

The play began with an introduction by warden Raynor, who welcomed us all to this unusual night. The first ever performance of an original play by inmates in his asylum. He introduced the writers/directors of the piece. There were three of them, each dressed in an electrical blue jumpsuit. One of them had a blister on his upper lip, another a swollen red lump along the cuticle of his right index finger. One of them had an unceasing nose bleed. I recognized them as the agents from the National Safety and Transportation Bureau in Washington, who had come to Night Vale two months ago to investigate the disappearance of Delta flight 18713. Sheriff Sam had placed these agents undercover in the asylum to try to meet with an inmate named Doug Biondi, who claimed to have pertinent information about the missing aircraft. Upon remembering this, I flipped quickly through my playbill to find the ensemble members’ names. And there on the title page was the name Doug Biondi, who was cast as airplane pilot. As the warden returned to his seat and before the house lights dimmed, I leaned over to Sheriff Sam and asked, “How is the undercover operation going, Sheriff?” Sam glared at me and said, “I’ve no idea what you mean.” “You know, with the NTSP officers here in the asylum trying to interview Doug Biondi?” I asked perhaps a little loudly for a theater. “The NTSP officers are criminally insane, Sessil,” the Sheriff said unironically and with more than a touch of scold in their tone. “That is why they are here. They are a danger to themselves and others.” I had many more questions, but before I could say anything, the lights faded to black, and I heard the first voice of the play.

“Find us,” called the voice in the dark. “Find us,” it echoed again. A faint glow coated like frost the wild-eyed faces of the inmates on stage. The frantic visages made all the more panic by deep eyeliner, rouge and lipstick. Most were dressed in common street clothes: slacks, jeans, buttoned-down shirts, mid-length pattern skirts. Two were dressed as flight attendants and one as the pilot. I could only presume a small budget, as the uniforms worn by the latter groups were largely suggested by navy blue hats and little plastic wings on their lapels. The pilot wore anachronistic aviation goggles and so it was difficult for me to see and remember the face of this actor, this inmate, Doug Biondi. But I could see his mouth, which was unusually white. The corners of his lips extending well past the width of his eyes. He had an unusual number of teeth in his harsh smile, a smile which never abated, even in his most somber of scenes.

“Weeee surviive,” said Biondi’s pilot character. “Weeeee livve. Weee cannot dieee. Noot here, noot in No..Where.” He said it not like the vague concept of “in no place”, but “No Where”, two words capitalized, like the name of a specific place. Each actor was seated in short tight rows of four, a narrow aisle in between, mimicking the floor plan of a common fuselage. At the front of the troup sat Doug Biondi, as airline pilot. “How did we get here, in No Where?” said one of the passengers. “And how shall we return?” said another. “Only,” they said in unison, “when you find ussss.” This last line they said with a quick twist of their necks towards the audience. Then the scene shifted, the chairs cleared and all of the actors stood in the profile of a Greek chorus. They explained the flight from Detroit, the view of lake Erie, they told stories of different passengers. One who had a job interview, one who was looking for an apartment, another who went to Palm Springs on vacation. They told the story of a bright light and a loud pop, and suddenly the engines were silent. The plane felt still, unmoving, and then the chorus all pantomimed the leaning, concerned gaze out airplane windows. Instead of tops of clouds or distant shapes of great lakes, though, they looked out and saw – children in a gymnasium. They heard the squeak of sneakers and the joyful cries of playful exercise. It felt like minutes, maybe a whole hour. They could not understand what they were seeing. They could not comprehend an elementary school gym six miles above southern Canada. But they were not six miles above southern Canada. They were only a few feet above the American Southwest, inside an airplane, inside an elementary school gymnasium, in a town called Night Vale. And as quickly as they had appeared there, they disappeared. Off the radar, gone from the skies, out of known existence. Throughout this chorus, the speakers filled our ears with the joyful shouts of children, the hollow metallic thumps of red rubber balls, and the collective panicked inhale of a 143 passengers and crew of a displaced plane, and then it was silent. And then it was dark.

A single green light appeared on the far wall, a dot, a blip. A radar blinking on, then off. And the voice of Doug Biondi said: “Weeeeeee are not passengers on a plane. Weeeee are actors. Weeee are inmates of the Asylum of Night Vale, but weeeee do not belong here. Weeee are people who know truths. People who know more than is allowed, and for that, weeeeeeeee are kept in cages. Weeeeeeee are fed poisoned pills and circular logic.” And at this point in the play, I felt movement in our small audience. The warden had stood up and was shouting: “This is not in the script, Doug!” But Doug spoke louder, faster. “Iiiii am not insane, I say! Only the insane would say such a thing they say. Then I am insane, I say. Yes you are, they say. I am trapped, I am framed, I spit out your poisoned pills! I reject your propagandist blather. I know what I know I say. Hold him down they say.” Warden Raynor had gone to the tech board and turned on all the lights. He shouted “code blue” into a radio receiver, and we saw half a dozen security officers in their green medal laden uniforms lurch from the corners of the room, penning the ensemble of inmates into a tight circle in the center. “Return them to their rooms,” the warden called.

But as the guards encroached, the three men from the NTSP stepped to the perimeter of the mass of inmates. They were holding little plastic wings just like those on the costumes of the actors playing flight attendants. One of the NTSP agents, the one with an unceasing nose bleed, opened the back of the wings, revealing a long sharp pin, and thrust it into the neck of a guard. Simultaneously, the other NTSP agents and several other actors did the same, and the guards fell to the ground. One of the NTSP agents, the one with a blister on his upper lip, grabbed the keys and weapons from an unconscious officer. “Dearest audience,” he said in verse. “We mean them no harm. ‘tis but a sleep, a little pharmaceutical rest for a uniformed guard who kept us confined, made life hard for us low level agents doing our jobs, trapped ‘neath the lies of a warden who robs our freedom and murders our spirit. At last we can go, approach the wall and clear it, but heed my warning: as we this coup fly, every man for himself, better run – or die.” And upon this last line, the alarm bells of the asylum rattled my ears and my nerves, shaking Carlos and me from our seats. The inmates scattered in every direction as Sheriff Sam and their officers gave chase. Carlos was nearly stepped on by one of the escapees, and as I bent to help him up, I was knocked over by two officers in full sprint.

When the commotion died down, I looked up and saw Erika still sitting calmly in their chair, and I asked: “Erika, what is happening?” Erika looked down at their playbill, and then back at me, and said: “I think it’s intermission.”

And now the weather.

[“One One Thousand” by Raina Rose rainarose.com]

After 15 minutes, Carlos and I returned to our seats hoping, but not truly believing it really was an intermission. We’ve seen immersive theater before, like “Sleep No More”, an interactive show in New York City where audience members are placed inside a huge warehouse of actors dancing out the plot to “Macbeth”, and at the end everyone is granted the ability to live out the rest of their lives without sleep. It’s expensive and not for everyone, but totally worth it if immersive theater is your thing. But this show was not that. No. “18713/NTSP” had gone wrong. Or, perhaps it had gone right. Under the strict critique of plot structure, character development, and production value, the play failed terribly. But as a piece of political or (agit prop) theater, it was a rousing success. The Sheriff’s Secret Police have placed roadblocks around the entire city, hoping to keep these supposedly dangerous inmates from leaving the area. It is bad optics, to say the least, for the entire population of the town’s asylum to escape custody.

But as Carlos and I left the theater space, we walked down the long corridors, cells and rooms open, no security detail in sight. In one of the cells, below a cot, was a journal. It was the journal of Doug Biondi. Page after page was filled with monologues, narratives and conversations from various people. People who were on a plane, people in transit between checkpoints of life, between relationships, between homes, between jobs, between vacation and work. These stories were written as verbatim dialogue, as if Doug Biandi had transcribed them himself. As if he could hear the voices of those very people. Like former air traffic controller Amelia Anna Alfaro. I wonder if Doug heard the same voices. The same passengers of the missing plane. I had my intern Seamus go down to the library and look up public records on Doug Biondi, hoping to find some connection between Doug and Amelia, but Seamus still has yet to return with that information . I even double checked my playbill looking for Amelia’s name in the cast or crew, but she was not listened here. She was likely never in the asylum.

One thing I did find, though, was a note in the back of Doug’s journal. This note seemed to be in Doug’s own voice. “They tell us we are kept here for our safety, but they keep us here for their safety. They fear what will happen when the people on that plane are found. But I think they have already been found. They should be afraid of what happens when the people on the plane find us.”

Night Vale is on lockdown, so stay home and stay safe, listeners. I do not believe any of us to be in danger from those who escaped the asylum, but I do believe us to be in danger of most everything else. Stay tuned next for a serious of audio clicks, which is definitely not federal agents tapping your radio. Don’t worry about it.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

[trouvvaille]

Clams: Be the thing that caused Condy to do the Thing that caused her to fear her life.

vvicissitudo ey

sugary-empress )(ello!~ )(ow's it going?~

vvicissitudo decent. you?

sugary-empress I'm very tired, negative emoceans aren't allowed and wear me t)(e fuck out~

vvicissitudo yeah

vvicissitudo i aint had negativve emotes in a wwhile but i get you howw are things howws that coma kid

sugary-empress Coma kid finally recovered!!!~ My moirail's very )(appy~ 38)

vvicissitudo thats good glad you didn't need me think sallys on an upswwing

sugary-empress Me too~

vvicissitudo fuckin finally

sugary-empress O)(?~

vvicissitudo yeah

sugary-empress )(ow far up, t)(oug)(~ )(allucinations are a roug)( time~

vvicissitudo wwhat are you hallucinatin?

sugary-empress Is C)(o around to keep )(im safe, or are t)(ey still super weird~ No, I mean, as an aspect of mania~

vvicissitudo far up enough that he aint bein mopey about shit chos still around sals been stayin at his hivve for the past twwo months as far as i understand it

vvicissitudo guess thats helpin him wwho knowws

sugary-empress I )(ope t)(ey can keep )(im from going too far, t)(en~

vvicissitudo hope so too im uh honestly surprised u get wwhat i mean wwhen i say upswwing s somethin he talks aboat a lot an you sound a lot like u kno

vvicissitudo u care for sal ... talk to me aboat that

sugary-empress I've known plenty of bipolar people~ Gods, again???~ It's not t)(at deep, so I love some random Captor, so w)(at~ ... *like~

vvicissitudo no you listen to me sally is a big part of our livves an i havve the right to knoww what your feelins is on him you fuckin kidnapped him for fucks sake im lookin to havve an extremely civvilized convversation tryin to understand u an ur thoughts on him

sugary-empress I've explained t)(is over and over~ )(e's sweet and smart and )(urt but not broken and tolerates me and is more similar to me t)(an I t)(oug)(t and I accidentally discovered I can )(ave empat)(y becod of )(im~

vvicissitudo and you lovve him ?

sugary-empress W)(o in t)(e )(ell knows~ Feelings are impossible~

vvicissitudo surely you knoww wwhat lovve feels pike

vvicissitudo don't you

sugary-empress )(ow in t)(e fuck would I know~ Like, KNOW~

vvicissitudo wwell wwhat does it feel like

vvicissitudo that you feel i mean you slipped an said you lovved him do you?

sugary-empress I )(ave no idea if I do!~ I feel strong positive emotions, and empat)(ize instead of just being compassionate, w)(ic)( )(as )(appened to me like~ Twice~

vvicissitudo an thats good right

sugary-empress It's inconvenient, but good~

vvicissitudo sounds aboat right

vvicissitudo thats wwhat lovve is in the beginnin at least

sugary-empress I cannot love t)(at buoy and you know it~

vvicissitudo i knoww

sugary-empress So w)(y be so pus)(y?~

vvicissitudo im just curious

vvicissitudo because i don't care wwhat other people think of you if you are wwhat makes that bouy happy an you truly care for him an he truly cares for you i wwont stand in your wway or in the wway of his happiness

sugary-empress O)( my codddddd~ I'm not w)(at makes t)(at buoy )(appy and )(e doesn't care for me atoll!~ C)(o said if Sal was ever nice to me it would just be a trauma fin~

vvicissitudo wwhy'nt you ask him then

sugary-empress Becod if it IS~ a trauma fin, )(e'll say w)(at I want to )(ear, and if it )(arpoons to be regular fronds)(ip I'll make it weird~

vvicissitudo you should try it hes on you knoww

vvicissitudo are you gonna

vvicissitudo you'vve got fivve minutes to

sugary-empress Aaaaaa!!!~

vvicissitudo just talk to him

sugary-empress FIN-E~

vvicissitudo good

sugary-empress I'm doing it~

sugary-empress )(e says )(e doesn't like me~ W)(ic)( I knew!!!~

vvicissitudo uh im pretty sure he didn't sal's too nice to come straight out an say it unless you're bo bo is literally the only person i'vve seen him pick an argument wwith before

sugary-empress Telling someone you don't glub t)(em sooooo muc)( and don't want to be wit)( t)(em forebber and ebber isn't picking an argument!~ )(e's said )(e doesn't like me before~

vvicissitudo sally doesn't like me either

vvicissitudo or vvis but he cares for us an he probably cares for you

sugary-empress W)(at does t)(at mean, w)(y would you care for someone you don't pike~

vvicissitudo kismesitude is shore a thing huh its sorta pike that an besides wwere all family you don't havve to like evveryone in your family to care for em because they're yours

sugary-empress Kismesitude isn't like t)(at~ You don't talk feelings wit)( your kismesis, t)(at's gross~ You trust t)(em to deal wit)( t)(at on t)(eir own tide~

vvicissitudo but you talk feelings wwith your family an you need to talk feelings out wwith kismesis' sometides make sure evverythin is goin smoothly but thats not the point im makin here you asked wwhy you wwould care for someone you don't like

sugary-empress I don't feel weird multidirectional non quad "family" love~

vvicissitudo im shore

sugary-empress O)(, rig)(t~

vvicissitudo but thats probubbly cause you aint got too many people wwho you can evven call family you'll get there

vvicissitudo just givve it time an patience

sugary-empress I don't WANT t)(at~ It isn't rig)(t~

vvicissitudo it feels right though does sal make you feel good did cho

sugary-empress Yea)(~

vvicissitudo do you still pike cho? outta curiousity maybe not in a quad wway

sugary-empress Yea)(, but I mean~ T)(ey broke up wit)( me and were snide about me finding someone else to keep me from falling apart, and were cruel, and t)(ey're acting weird now, not not NIC-E but not as compassionate~

sugary-empress Interacting wit)( t)(em can be unpleasant~

vvicissitudo so you don't like like them but you care for them see

sugary-empress I like t)(em, I just don't like being )(urt~ I don't sink I do care for t)(em, now t)(at t)(ey don't care for me~

vvicissitudo ill givve you that then my point though is that they (sal an cho) made you feel good an at least for sal you wwanna see them flourish an prosper right wwanna see good things happen for em

sugary-empress So you're saying Sal feels t)(at for me w)(ile not enjoying me as a person~

vvicissitudo no im sayin sal feels that for you because he cares for you you don't gotta cubbyhole evveryone into quadrant boxes you knoww this right you CAN be fronds

sugary-empress Yea)( we can be fronds but I don't want to be )(atefronds and I don't sink )(e likes me!!!~

vvicissitudo wwhy naut wwhy do you think he doesn't pike u

sugary-empress Becod )(e just said so, at t)(e start of our conversation!~ >You're pretty sure, at least. That's what you remember reading.

vvicissitudo uh huh provve it

... )(u)(~ T)(at may )(ave been less definitive t)(an I remember~ But still, it's obviously w)(at )(e meant~

vvicissitudo you wwere rude and no that's vvery obvviously a dodge an it makes me more curious as to wwha t happened wwhen you kidnapped him

sugary-empress I'm always rude~ W)(at, w)(y?~

vvicissitudo because it wwould givve me insight onto his emotions an urs

sugary-empress )(e was confused and scared, I was confused and annoyed~ Now you're caug)(t up~

vvicissitudo so wwhy does he like you

vvicissitudo ask urself that honestly

sugary-empress I )(onestly don't sink )(e does or s)(ould~

vvicissitudo so wwhere does that leavve you

sugary-empress Lonely and sad~

vvicissitudo self punishin nice

sugary-empress It's not super pleasant, actually~ And t)(is isn't fucking self punis)(ing, NON-E of t)(is is self inflicted~

vvicissitudo i get feelin lonely an sad

vvicissitudo but i also think that if he lovves you you aint allowed to tell him he shouldn't

sugary-empress I'm not t)(at selfless~

vvicissitudo if you like him wwhats stoppin you

sugary-empress Please... Try and remember t)(is conversation for more t)(an fifteen seconds... )(e doesn't love me~

vvicissitudo you arent fuckin understandin if YOU like HIM' wwhat the fucks stoppin you from takin the shot

vvicissitudo the chance at happiness if not now, than later

sugary-empress T)(e muc)( muc)( bigger c)(ance of )(umiliation and ending a friends)(ip~

sugary-empress Great, now I SAID somefin and )(e D-EFINIT-ELY )(ates me and it's YOUR FAULT

vvicissitudo believve me wwhen i say its REELLY hard for salinx to hate someone based on their emotions towwards him

sugary-empress Okay, )(e likes me but )(e's mad~

vvicissitudo wwell i mean if you're bein as standoffish with him as you are wwith me

sugary-empress OK can't talk now but I just wanna say if I die it's your fault I mean not in general

sugary-empress T)(ats Sparks fault

vvicissitudo i'm shore

sugary-empress But if it )(arpoons today

vvicissitudo than its not because of me

sugary-empress You told me to do t)(is

vvicissitudo to talk to him

sugary-empress I did!!!

vvicissitudo yeah and anythin you said isn't my damn fault

vvicissitudo i saww his post

sugary-empress Fuck you. I told you t))at C)(o said t)(at fin and you told me to ask about it in w))at fucking universe is it not your fault I wouldn't )(ave said anyfin but you TOLD M-E

vvicissitudo i thought you liked him pike for real were you really only bein nice to him because of that if not wwhy aren't you reassurin him

sugary-empress I don't know w)(y I assumed you even vaguely )(ad my interests in mind, you even said at t)(e beginning t)(at you were just~ curious~~~ Of course it wasn't just because of t)(at, ))oly fucking s)(ir

vvicissitudo pike i thought you didn't care wwhat cho said about sal relapsin an shit THEN TELL HIM listen if i thought for one second you wwere truly taken advvantage of him i wwould havve nevver said anythin

sugary-empress Romantic feelings don't D-EV-ELOP FROM SINKING T)(AT SOM-EON-E IS B-EING FORC-ED BY T)(-EIR OWN PROGRAMMING TO INT-ERACT WIT)( YOU )(e knows I really care it just doesn't matter becod I also sink )(e's traumatized

vvicissitudo he knowws hes traumatized he hates it but the question here is

vvicissitudo wwhich part of his feelins does he question noww because of you thinkin that the part wwhere he's traumatized from swweeps of abuse an neglect or the part wwhere he liked you let me ask you somefin havve you seen his blog lately pike his siebar his entry his descroption let me quote it directly

vvicissitudo "1'm suff1c1ently far 1n my rec0very that 1 d0n't need empre22 2tuff tagged anym0re" wwhat do you think of that does that sound pike a guy who has issues wwith you because you're tyrian wwhos only nice to you because he feels like he has to be or you'll hurt him his best fuckin friend is meenah does that sound like a guy in mid relapse you're just afraid to trust that someone could actshoally like you for you you're afraid to trust him

vvicissitudo let me ask you somefin else what's he got to lose by all this

vvicissitudo an also? if he thought he was indebted to you simply for bein tyrian wwhy wwould he be honest wwith you aboat shit an let me ask you somethin else if hes truly pissed at u wwhy isn't he tellin artifex wwho hes pissed at wwhy isn't he tellin people wwhat you did to him in a moment of passion you think this means its ovver ur frondship but if it wwas

vvicissitudo you'd havve a lot more trolls pissed at you than just him evveryone thinks sal is this delightful swweet guy an he is but hes vvindictivve an spiteful too he broke my brothers ribs once broke my nose just for tryin to help him wwhen he was dyin of not eatin he gets pissy like the best of us you gotta stop thinkin he's brainwwashed, stop thinkin he's still got programmin in him hes been out for a wwhole swweep

vvicissitudo wwhich aint much granted but you wwerent there wwhen he wwas first on tumblr wwhen he couldn't wwalk wwhen he broke a horn because you liked one of his posts a wwhole swweep ago wwhen you wwerent tryin to be good wwhen he WWAS terrified of you you wwanna knoww wwhy he gavve you a chance? its because of cho cho told him that you could be trusted an you /tellin/ him that you were only being nice to him because you thought he was relapsin/traumatized? that not only brings his trust in you in question

vvicissitudo but his trust in his moirail you think this is about you it aint its aboat both a you an trust likin someone it aint let me start that ovver it IS likin somethin is somethin that can be caused by trauma, stockholm syndrome, the wwhole shebang

vvicissitudo but trust? no trust can't be faked

vvicissitudo i aint thinkin you ruined ur friendship wwith him or you'd already be dead but i think you did hurt his trust in you an you should apologize for that im goin to bed goodnight.

sugary-empress Bye

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9, 56, 58, 70

9. Perfect mate ?This one is hard because looking at my exes... I do not have a clear type. Just make me laugh, treat me and my kids with respect, and taller than me ... Have to have some height difference lol.

56. 8 things about my body : -I have had three kids. -My nipples were pierced at one point. -I have one tattoo. -My boobs shrunk after my last kid. -I have been eaten out to orgasm in over 8 years. -I chew my lips to the point they will bleed, nervous habit. -I cannot dance, unless I have someone forcing my body to do the movements. -My birthmark is under one of my butt cheeks, you can see it in some of my pictures if you look hard enough lmao.

58. 5 ways to my heart? -Food. Sub-like sandwiches are perfection to me. Snack wise I love spicy chips, salty, or vanilla ice cream with so many toppings lol. -Playing with my hair, no one has ever played with my hair before, so I will melt. -Simultaneously, touching any part of my skin, like trailing fingers up and down my back or arms, or anywhere, again melt. -Allow me to infodump as much as I want without getting upset, huffing, sighing, or making any sort of annoyed sound, I promise I will be done soon and will be quiet.(Literally always told to stop talking so much.) -Honestly it sounds stupid, but sharing stuff that makes you think of me. Songs. Posts. Tiktoks. Anything that makes you think of me I want to see it.

70. What turns me on? Kissing or biting my neck is a sure fire way. Being vocal, dominant, assertive, letting me turn my brain off. I love it all :)

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Hi you look fucking amazing 🫠🥵😮‍💨😮‍💨

Awe thank you sweetie 🥰☺️🩷

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Okay, but which Hokage am I dressing up as because that changes the whole vibe 😂

If I'm being honest Kakashi is my favorite ��‍💫😍(He was my first anime crush 🥰), just as long as it's not the Third 😅😂

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I have been told I have very nice hands

Really 🙈

Hands/arms are such a turn on 😍

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So glad I found your blog. Exceptionally hot 🥵 🔥

Thank you so much honey 🥰😍 glad to have you here

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Let's hear the porn with no plot please!

I'm going darker 🙈🙈

A yandere personal trainer, he takes his job very seriously, not just in the gym 🙈😋🤭

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Fuck you like that song or to that song??

Both 😭😍😮‍💨

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mutuals that u need inside?

Tell us if you dare 🤭🤣

👀🫣🙃

Why am I being called out like this I thought we were friends guys .

😘😂😜

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Hope been having a nice day, looking stunning :)

I'm not sure when you sent this honey but thank you so much!! My day wasn't bad!! Think I might be sunburnt though 😅

You're such a sweetie 🥰🥰

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You’re absolutely incredible to look at😌✨

Thank you sweetie 🥰

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Mutuals to dm you?🥺

We're mutuals sweetie 🥰🩷🤍