#meh might delete later

[yuri-is-online]

Does Yuu actually do anything in the fairy gala remix? Or are they not invited to the party this time?

[lilyblisslys]

like bro I swear to god over the last week I got an ASS. (Almost disabled reblogs bc I apparently slept on a million cables and idk what’s up with my back, but then I decided idc lol)

[lemoniiiiiii]

things never change

(warren lipka x reader) where warren comes back to you for the wrong reasons

content: angst, a lil fluff, mild violence

note: not proofread, this is like the 5th version of this i slapped together

requested by @trueangel420

here's part 2!

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the hardwood floors creaked underneath your feet as you carefully made your way downstairs. it was midnight, and warren insisted on coming over despite the fact your parents were home. you knew it was a dumb fucking idea to let him in, especially since he had been ghosting you lately. but the risk was enticing, and despite everything, you missed him like crazy.

as you approached the glass sliding door leading out to your yard, you noticed a figure moving in the dark over the fence. your eyes were still adjusting to the night, but you could clearly see warren's foot get caught on the wood before he tumbled into the bushes below.

"idiot" you teased, smiling wide as he ascended the porch steps, brushing himself off.

"hey- it's not as easy as it looks okay? give me a break..." warren playfully whined. he brought you into a gentle embrace for a few moments, and you revelled in the feeling of being in his arms once again.

"there's an entrance through the fence, i could've just let you in you know.." you said softly.

"and you're telling me this now instead of when i called?"

"i thought it would be funny to try and watch you get in." you grinned.

"you bitch" he laughed, rubbing your sides. "and what if i got seriously fuckin' hurt or something?"

you shrugged, locking eyes with him. "i guess we'll never know..."

warren smiled and leaned in, briefly pressing his lips to yours. you loved it. how could you not be obsessed with him?

"i missed you... i was worried about you..." you breathed. it drove you crazy when he stopped showing up on campus, missing his practices and games, not returning your calls. you feared he did something stupid and got himself in serious trouble. "you're a dick"

his expression turned remorseful. "i know.. i'm sorry babe.. i should've called.."

"oh shit- is that an apology i hear? from warren lipka? i'm honored" you joked. in all honesty you were surprised. no lame excuses? no arguing? this was kind of weirdly disappointing--you had prepared for a bigger confrontation.

"what can i say? i'm a changed man"

you knew he was joking but part of you wondered if there was any truth to the statement. maybe, in some miraculous way, he actually worked on himself?

pushing the thought away, you took warren's hand in yours and quietly led him up the stairs. you made it halfway down the hall before you heard the door to your parents bedroom open. in a panic, you pushed warren into your room, following behind him. if your dad knew he was here...

you'd rather not think about what would happen.

"ow-? you're stronger than you look-" warren chuckled. he always loved sneaking around with you. you figured it fed his compulsion for excitement, so you didn't have problem with it if it meant he wasn't out doing crazier shit.

you pressed your ear to the door, listening for footsteps, but you no longer heard them. once you felt it was safe, you let out a sigh of relief and turned around.

"fuck that was scary.." you laughed breathlessly, taking off your top and practically jumping onto warren.

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you woke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty, and went to get a drink of water. warren was gone, which made you a bit upset, but you understood the need to avoid getting caught, especially after he had cussed your dad out the last time they spoke.

while in the kitchen, you heard a thud coming from your father's study. at first, you chalked it up to your imagination due to your tiredness. but then it happened again.

was your father awake?

curious, you decided to check the sound out, the sound of faint whispering getting louder as you neared the door. your foot caused creak in the floor, and the whispering stopped abruptly.

a couple seconds passed and, to your surprise, warren emerged from the room, with an odd expression on his face.

"hey, y/n.."

"warren?- you scared the shit out of me!" you whispered sharply, hitting his arm. "what the hell are you doing?!"

"well uh- i was looking for a bathroom-“

"downstairs?"

"i was on my way out; i wasn't gonna come back upstairs-" he avoided making eye contact and suddenly you remembered who you were dealing with. the liar, the cheater. you reached for the door but warren quickly covered your mouth and pinned you to the wall. in the scuffle, your head hit the corner of doorframe hard and you let out a strangled groan.

"fuck! fuck...! i'm so sorry," warren apologized, dragging you into the study. inside, two others dressed in black with ski masks stood, looking between you and warren. they all began to argue frantically, with warren being the loudest.

"shut the fuck up- shut the fuck up! i'll fucking handle this just go!"

you tried to focus on what was happening, but your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt your body losing control. the last thing you noticed was the centerpiece of the study, the valuable monet painting, had been removed from the wall.

[pens-and-paperbacks]

Studying data analytics so I can actually have a job that doesn't make me feel like a clown everyday that I walk in!

[needlefail]

Give it up for Tom-Cat Sawyer and Hucklepurry Finn

[choking-on-dandelions]

Anxious is my default state of mind.

[azulock]

Also, I saw the whole person using AI on their writing debacle that happened while I was gone. I considered writing something about it but I figure what was important has been said already.

I'll only say one thing: AI will not help make your writing better, it will only make it sound robotic. The only way to get better is to practice writing with purposed and understanding your tools. Cause words are tools, not just the building blocks of a sentence. Have an intention as you write, know the mood and tone you gotta set, and practice using words in a way that will translate that. Fancy words do not good writing make, and AI kinda thinks that lie is the truth. It's also not morally good.

[golden-letters]

i'll never be pretty. it's not even about my bumpy skin and hefty weight. it's my messy room without decorations because i can't afford the money or the time. it's my hand-me-down clothes because my mother told me to just take them and give it a try. it's my chinese lunches nothing like your takeaways. it's my foreign tongue that's strange. and it's not a pretty language like your french and italian that boys say on their phones to their mothers and you all swoon like they're the only ones who can do it. it's the old yellow waitresses in restaurants with yellowed lamps. and it's my thinning purse. my thinning lips. the dirt in my living room. the spider on the door.

[knight-of-skyloft]

*wakes up super groggily at 3pm* hey why do people think it's "cool" that moash has a singer name, it's literally like a white girl being named Dakota. Not inherently problematic but absolutely a byproduct of colonialism

[nytehavyn-circle]

Lately, I've been feeling really inadequate about my smut. Like... I don't feel as if it's good enough. I want it to turn people on, I want people to read it and reach for a glass of ice water, lol Figuratively. But, I just don't feel like I've been doing a good job with it, like maybe some of my partners may not be happy with it but aren't actually saying anything.

Anyway, this is stupid to even think about. Sorry.

[foxgloveinspace]

I think I stopped feeling silly about how much Sleep Token has influenced how much I want to pick back up my practice (and honestly my motivation to practice) yesterday when I was on a binge of Chaotic Witch Aunts older videos and found out they had a small section of their alter dedicated to Florence Welch, and how they talked about how much Florence + the Machine influenced their witchcraft, and it was honestly very freeing lmao.

[banana-pancake5]

The urge to make my AU an actual fic or comic is so strong but alas my brain can only think of random little very plot heavy moments that I can’t coherently do anything with :/

Like I literally am just replaying scenes over and over and over again and can’t do anything bc I have zero ideas on how to get to that point ._.

(Literally no clue why I’m posting this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

[mioamoremalena]

a bit ago i felt like drawing genshin attires cuz i enjoy the pain and mixed it up the girlies twilight, starlight, rarity n sunset as usual dkjfnghfd O AND ALSO A TRIXIE KDFJGHD only got to paint two of them cuz i was busy, yupyup

shogun star, greater lord rukkhadevata tri, mona (great and powerful) trixie, yelan rares and dehya sunset

[willowfae82]

a really close friend of my family passed away the other day. close to where i would send school pics of my kids, at their request. they consider my kids on the same level as their great-grand kids. i'd lost touch with them, personally, but my mom kept me up-to-date with how they were.

like i legit cried when mom told me he'd passed. and i feel really bad that i won't be able to go to the viewing/funeral. i've asked my mom to give the wife my love/condolences; i feel like i should send a card (with most recent kids pics). otoh i feel like it won't be enough to show how much i respected him and love them both.

i'm probably overthinking the whole thing. and will send a card (she's of the generation that would expect/appreciate it). but it's going to weigh on my heart for a while.

[wildemaven]

my mood is meh now, thanks

[universallydepressed13]

dead blog?

I'm not interested in Tumblr but will keep it as an archive to the Club-Dreamiverse drama/discourse.

Might delete old posts too idk