#pefect being

[m00nsflesh]

I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF AND DO THIS AGAIN!!!

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Eris: well, I had said everything in the "break milo?!" comic, but I want to expand a little more, I like to think they still keep contact, Eris knows how the real Laufey is and uses it against her, yet Laufey does things to help Eris out only for pure satisfaction.

Laufey will happily do things for Eris if it means she can do something while doing so, destroying someone's life?? sign her up for it! Eris still has a leash on Laufey even if Laufey tells they don't have

Ryan: oh dear, despite the way she is, Laufey actually does have a crush on Ryan, maybe Ryan "cheated" on Eris with Laufey?? who knows, but Laufey does have some feelings for Ryan despite wanting to break him like Eris does with Ryan, maybe she could just calm her inner beast so she can hopefully have something going on with Ryan, she hates it but she is trying it.

in some of the endings Ryan is alive (from what I remember from replaying) I imagine at that he stays with Laufey since she probably also had to move out of college after things she did, she'll happily take care of Ryan and hopefully make him clingy on her after everything Eris did.

After all, he'll need someone's shoulder after everything he went through, and Laufey will happily offer it for him :)

[starpros-sunshine]

Sometimes I think back to when I was a child in elementary school and a lot of time's I stayed for the afternoon thing they had because my parents were working and I was like six years old and because I had no friends there (as far as I can remember) I had to entertain myself which wasn't difficult or anything because that's what you do as an only child anyways but that's not the thing that's strange it's the way that when I had nothing more entertaining to do I'd go look for an ant road and take a rock and then sit beside that ant parade of ants just doing their job being hard workers and doing good things for the eco system and I'd sit there with my rock and crush those ants as they passed me by and to be honest i dont think rhags weird behaviour for a kid but its a biz funny to think about how I must have an ant killcount un the ups because I dont remember most of my life but the fact that i remember thaz as a core memory is. Something for sure

[eddsworldrus]

JON

Baby baby baby i have a lot of feelings about jon and how he's been characterized as lot

and blorbo in law

[zulfikaryassim787]

[pizzapizzadickz]

I rly want to like. Go sit down and eat and read. But I cannot. Bc I want to stay under my weighted blankets and these are the ones for my bed. So I cannot move them. So I'm not leaving my bed.

[sunflowerreid]

Cherry red - S.R

You and Spencer are invited to Rossi’s dinner party. You don’t make it out of the front door.

Warnings : oral sex, soft dom spencer, fingering

Rossi was hosting one of his monthly dinner parties for the team and you’d been invited as Spencers plus one. You’d met everyone a handful of times but still wanted to make a good impression on them so you’d bought the pefect dress for the occasion, a nude, mid length, backless dress that complemented your curves perfectly and paired with your favourite pair of high heels. Spencer had on a pair of black slacks and a black dress shirt with the top few buttons undone showing just the right amount of skin. As per usual he looked perfect.

“God darling you look absolutely gorgeous” Spencer whispered as he stood frozen in the doorway of your shared bedroom as he saw your reflection in the mirror. “Thank you sweetie” you giggled as you turned around to face him “not looking to bad yourself” you winked as a light pink blush spread over his cheeks his hands moving down to smooth over his slacks before striding over, gently grabbing your jaw and placing a passionate kiss on your lips “I’ll be waiting downstairs angel” he whispered. You quickly applied your lipstick before grabbing your clutch and making your way down to Spencer. “Okay ready” you smiled at him as you walked out the front door. “My god you look absolutely delicious” Spencer said as he saw the cherry red lipstick on your lips. “C’mere angel need a taste” he said as he reached for you dragging you back over to him gently. “We’re gonna be late sweetie” you giggled as he kissed across your jawline “I’m willing to take that risk” he whispered into your ear as he teasingly bit down your neck moving down towards your collar bone leaving behind a trail of small marks, a gentle reminder of who you belonged to.

You’d never seen him move so quickly in your life, in a split second you’d gone from standing outside the front door to being pushed against it from the inside. Spencer had you against the door chest to chest with him as he continued his torturous teasing, his lips missing the spot you so desperately needed them to be on. “Please Spence please” you moaned softly as he lifted his head up from the gap between your neck and shoulder “What wrong angel, what do you need from me?” he smirked as he noticed your cheeks now matching the shade of your lipstick. “Need your tongue please Spence please” “That’s it angel, good girl, need you to tell me where though baby, can you do that for me can you tell me where angel?”. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. His hand reached down towards the end of your dress as he pulled it up slightly, he rested it gently on top of your thigh before sliding it underneath while doing the same on the other side. He pulled you up towards him, both of your legs now wrapped around his waist resting on his hips. “Tell me where angel” he repeated as his eyes darkened slightly, pupils dilating to there full extent. “Clit. Please Spence want you to kiss it please” you whispered, almost embarrassed at the effect he had on you.

“Good girl” Spencer whispered as his lips met yours passionately, your cherry red lipstick now decorated both of you as he licked at your mouth. “How much do you need it angel?” He asked between kisses. A desperate moan was all you could manage, you were dripping wet for him, the arousal preventing you from forming the words he wanted to hear. Luckily for you he was just as desperate to taste you. “Such a good girl for me” he praised as his hands squeezed your thighs steadying you as he mad his way onto his knees placing your legs around his head with your back still against the door. “Fucking hell angel your dripping for me”. You moaned desperately as he moved your panties to the side and circled your clit teasingly with his thumb. You whimpered loudly, begging for more as he shushed you gently “Don’t worry angel gonna make it better”. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue as he licked through your dripping folds, his nose pressed directly up against your clit as he sucked, licked, bit and moaned against your cunt your hands tangled into his hair clutching the roots. “Fuuucckkk Spence please feels so good” you screamed as he quickened his pace, your legs tighten around his neck as he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations deepening your pleasure even further. “Spence fuck nearly there” you whined as the pressure began to steadily build up, twisting and tightening with every flick of his tongue.

Your whines and moans encouraged him to carry on, maintaining the same speed and pressure that you needed, tears filling your eyes before leaking down across your cherry red cheeks heading towards the red mess staining your lips. “There! Right there Spence please don’t stop don’t ever stop” you groaned as he thrust his middle finger into you hitting your g spot head on before adding another finger stretching you out nicely. The pressure continued to tighten inside you, almost at the edge ready and waiting to fall off. You opened your tear stained eyes, your hands still grabbing his soft brown hair as you admired your man. The man currently on his knees for you with his face buried in your cunt and his own hand buried in his slacks. You were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice he’d been touching himself the entire time and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge. You came around him, your thighs nearly suffocating him as he moaned along with you, his hand rushing out of his slacks to steady you while the other remained squeezed inside you. “Good girl that’s it angel” he whispered calmly as you came back down. “Wanna help you too” you mumbled as you reached for him, “Sorry angel no need, unless your offering to fetch me another pair of slacks” he laughed softly. “Love you Spence” you whispered as you yawned before gently sliding down the door onto the floor holding onto him tightly, “Love you too angel” he replied quietly as he guided your head to his chest.

“What about the dinner” you asked only just remembering, “Fuck it” Spencer laughed as he or his phone out of his pocket and observed the multiple missed calls from each member of the team “It’s more fun here with you anyway”. He placed his phone on the floor next to him and dropped his head back against the door using his hand to wipe his mouth. “Angel?” “Yeah Spence” “Cherry red is definitely our colour”.

[devine-fem]

This not my typical content but I want to talk about Kori for a bit like for no reason I’m just up in the middle of the night thinking about a little alien girl that loves with her whole being.

Can’t stop thinking about how she loved Dick so much that the idea of him pursuing another woman was valid to her if he truly loved her because she felt as though she loved him enough to let him be free.

I feel like if Dick wanted to then he could pursue others while also being with her and the way she’s so understanding is just so… I just love how she’s willing to understand where he’s coming from and articulate her emotions.

I also love that she respects his boundaries and stays monogamous under his request.

Her whole world is different and she’s told to unlearn who she is entirely but when it comes to how she feels then she refuses because she wants to stay true to herself.

Kori, I really think you should never change who you are. I really relate on how she shows how she feels and what she’s feeling and doesn’t repress who she is to cator to others. It’s also a key part of my personality. It hurts how the sauce was lost when it came to this part of her character.

Him saying that her emotions are such a core part of her being that magic can’t even phase her…. Kori, the girl that you are…

I know I don’t talk about canon ships but these two… I like how even in their breakup they dealt with it like adults. I honestly truly think that Kori was the better, healthier part of Dickkori and Kori was honestly the pefect person for Dick because he’s a man who feels as though he always has to hide his emotions but she doesn’t and she’s what’s able to repel him forward.

[mushhroooms]

Pefect (Yandere! Wesker x Reader)

Once again it is 12 AM and I’m writing fanfic 😭

Wesker might be somewhat OOC, I’m just writing what’s in my head so I’m sorry.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Wesker had gotten a coffee and was sipping it when some imbecile ran into him.

His coffee was spilled all over his shirt, at least it wasn’t hot.

Needless to say, Wesker was more than pissed.

But before he can tell the idiot who ran into him off, he sees your face

You’re scared as you make eye contact with him and start apologizing immediately

“I’m so sorry sir!”

He can’t find the anger in him that was there seconds ago

There was something about you.

How sweet your face looked, your genuine apologetic look, and your sweet voice.

He snaps himself out of his daze rather quickly though.

“You run around like you have money to pay for dry cleaning and another coffee”

Instantly, you’re fishing for your wallet in your bag and pulling out 15 dollars.

“I hope this is enough, once again. I’m very sorry I should have been paying closer attention to my surroundings”

He scoffs “This is enough” he snatches the money from your hand and walks away

He turns around and you’re on your way again, except this time more carefully but still with your fast past.

You’re late.

For classes, he assumes. You are wearing the college uniform and heading in the direction of the campus.

The idea of perfecting the human race weighed heavy on his mind, but had he finally found a human he deemed as perfect?

The only way to be sure is to observe you, without your knowledge of course and that was how he found himself where he was now.

He blamed the world for how fragile your poor little mind was and how easily it broke over the nights.

The nights when you wake up drenched in sweat upon feeling his predatory gaze that stared at your sleeping form only to sob when you can’t find the source of the uneasiness.

He stood over your bed, you wouldn’t wake up tonight, he was sure of it. He made sure of it. He slipped a little something in your food to help you sleep better.

He noticed how the nights you woke up in fear affected you, how tired you had become.

How much less you were sleeping. He couldn’t have you dying on him, now could he?

You looked so peaceful, your breathing soft, your face finally looked rested, not worried or exhausted.

He couldn’t help it, he was normally so in control.

But he couldn't stop the way his hand moved to caress your face.

He couldn’t stop the way his mind wandered to him lying next to you, the morning sun flooding in through the window as he caressed your face and stared at you with adoration.

In a world that was safe, in a world where you couldn’t get hurt.

But this had to suffice for the time being.

Long nights staring at you in your most peaceful state.

God, what he wouldn’t do to tear you away from this retched world into his fantasy.

Where you would be safe until the ends of time

[misseviehyde]

CLOAKED

It was summer recess and Maisy and her best-friend Erin wanted to earn some extra money for the holidays. The two girls had long been friends and shared many interests, so they were planning to travel together and see the world.

In order to save up - they were willing to work any job they could find. Babysitting, bar work, office temping... anything that paid.

As full-time students they couldn't take on a full time position, but as sensible trustworthy girls, they didn't find it hard to find work. Still - the savings were only growing slowly and they had a long way to go until they had finally saved enough.

Then Erin hit a jackpot. An old friend of her Mom's who had married into a rich family needed someone to be a cloakroom attendant at a massive party she was throwing at her mansion. Erin got the invite and was staggered at how much was being offered for just a few hours work.

That evening Erin found herself in a plain black dress standing in the luxurious hallway of the mansion. As guests arrived she would take their coats and hang them in the large purpose built cloakroom near the entrance.

As more and more guests arrived, Erin found herself growing jealous of the rich successful people she was seeing. Her own family were poor. She was a scholarship student and had had to work hard for every opportunity. Skinny, plain and shy - she was a million miles away from the beautiful confident bitches who thrust their clothing into her arms without a second thought.

In the cloakroom Erin carefully hung the coats and gave each person a ticket. Eventually a lull developed. Most of the guests were now here and she idly browsed on her phone and sent Millie a selfie.

Bored she purveyed her small kingdom and suddenly realised there were a number of unticketed coats that had been there before she arrived.

They looked like expensive fur coats. They were rich and bitchy looking. Like something a spoiled instagram model or sorority Queen would wear.

Intrigued Erin slid one off a hook. It was a dark grey, super stylish coat and it looked made to fit her. Her fingers bit into the soft fur and evil whispers began to echo in her mind.

Erin groaned and shivering in delight she slid the coat on. It was like it had been waiting for her and it felt like she was putting on a new skin. A better skin.

Erin moaned as her short bitten nails lengthened into an expensive manicure and her plain features shimmered with new makeup. A bitchy blonde streak shot through her hair as her bones cracked and she shot up in height to become tall and thin.

Her plain black dress plunged down to show off her expanding cleavage as it morphed into a designer dress and she was pushed up in expensive black heels.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck yessssss," she hissed in a bratty new voice, tossing back her silky hair and standing more confidently with her hands on her Dior belt.

A spoiled sneer appeared on Erin's pefect pink lips as gold bangles encircled her wrist, gold hoops dropped from her ears and an expensive handbag trailed down from her shoulder.

Pushing a pair of Chanel sunglasses onto her now blonde head, Erin giggled like a bitch and clopped out of the cloakroom. This job was beneath her now.

A woman walking down the corridor raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Where's the cloakroom girl gone?"

"Like how the fuck should I know?" sneered Erin. "That fucking little loser seems to have vanished. Too bad huh? Guess you'll have to find your own coat."

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the welcome table, she gave the woman a fake smile and strolled into the party. Ohhhh it felt so good to be a bitch.

Somehow the coat had transformed her. Shy unconfident Erin was gone. She was a bitch now and she loved how it felt.

She felt a hunger for attention as all eyes were drawn to her. Tonight was going to be A LOT of fun.

She entered the party and felt the hungry gaze of every man, married or unmarried fixate on her.

If there was a feeling even better than an orgasm... she had just found it...

******

Erin admired herself in the window of a passing car as she made her way home from the party, her head spinning. She looked amazing. As the night had progressed - her transformation into an evil rich bitch had accelerated and she could still feel herself transforming, even now. It seemed she could only get even more evil and she loved it.

The longer she wore the fur coat, the more it changed her. Erin's hair had become even blonder, her face even prettier. Wealth and privilege now dripped from every pore of her spoiled bitchy body. Long acrylic nails decorated every finger, flawless blue eyes gazed boredly out of a pretty face with long lashes. The fur coat was now white... having transformed to match her white wedge heels.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," she hissed as she tossed back her hair. She had always wanted to look like this, feel like this.

Tonight at the party she had been the centre of attention and it had felt good. She looked down at her phone and the contact numbers of the rich men who had begged to be her sugar daddy. With this new body and attitude she would be able to get whatever she wanted.

Her lips twitched into a cruel smile. She could travel the world, enjoy private jets and expensive cruise ships. She certainly wouldn't be wasting time with that loser Maisy.

A wicked shiver ran through her and she felt herself get wet at the thought of bullying and dominating her former friend. She wanted to lord it over that pathetic little bitch... to show Maisy what a loser she was. Her breasts tingled and her pussy got wet.

Being bad made her feel good.

The coat seemed to reward her evil thoughts. Her face became even prettier her boobs grew another cup size. Being evil would be rewarded. She was an addict to the power now.

"I want more," she hissed. "I want to destroy the old me and become completely corrupted. I need it."

The coat felt warm, comforting. It numbed her guilt, her remorse. It made her feel nothing but pleasure at her new depraved body and malicious mind. She was eager to go even deeper. Her pace increased.

It didn't take long to get home. Reaching the small dorm she shared with Maisy she flung open the door and stormed in.

Her friend was lying on the sofa, her face was a mask of shock. "E...Erin? Wh... how? Is that really you?"

Erin laughed and grabbing Maisy's hair pulled her viciously off the sofa and hurled her onto the floor. Maisy screamed, her hair burning as the other woman stood over her dominantly.

"Ahhhhhh what are you doing?" screamed the terrified Maisy as her former friend brought a foot down and pinned her to the floor like a bug.

"Stop squirming you pathetic little loser. From now on I'm in charge here. You'll do as I say or... do you remember that essay you cheated on by copying my work? I'll tell the university about it and you'll be finished."

"Noooo, you promised you'd never tell..."

"I promised a lot of things," hissed Erin. "It feels good to break those promises and just do what I want. I'm all that matters you see."

Erin laughed as she summoned up saliva and spat a long slow stream out onto Maisy's face. The other girl cried. How humiliating... how funny.

"Stop snivelling loser. Move your worthless stuff out of our room. From now on you sleep on the sofa out here and I get the room to myself. And you better get used to calling me Mistress Erin."

"Y...Yes Mistress," sobbed Maisy.

*****

The next six weeks were hellish for Maisy. Erin had completely changed. The kind and friendly girl was now a mean, vicious, psychotic rich-bitch.

She had their dorm ripped apart and rebuilt to suit her tastes and she bullied and humiliated Maisy every chance she got.

Worse, she was now raking money in from her rich doners and she took every possible moment to taunt and tease Maisy about her upcoming travels.

"Remember how we wanted to see the world. Well I will still get to, but you can stay here you pathetic little bitch. You don't deserve to travel and see the world. You don't deserve anything but to be my footstool."

Maisy was desperately trying to figure out what had happened to make her friend so evil. It had all changed the night Erin had worked the cloak rooms and she had come back wearing a fur coat. She always seemed to be wearing the coat. When she took it off for the briefest times - she seemed less bitchy, more like her old self.

Maybe the coat had something to do with it? Maisy decided if she could destroy the coat, maybe she could get her friend back. First she just had to get it off her.

It would be dangerous. Erin was now much stronger, faster and more violent then she used to be. If Maisy failed, her friend would be sure to punish her.

She just needed the right opportunity.

Erin currently had her scrubbing the floors of the bathroom and doing all the cleaning. Maisy was busy scrubbing the floors with a soapy bucket of water as the Queen Bitch entered.

"Having fun loser?" scoffed Erin. "It's so much fun watching you slave away for me."

With a sudden scream, Maisy unexpectedly flew at her, a thick heavy soapy sponge smashing into Erin's face. The bitch staggered back blinded as Maisy dashed behind her and tugged the fur coat down enough to pin Erin's arms in place.

She roughly pushed Erin forward and down, trying to grab the coat and pull it off.

It all seemed too easy and it nearly worked. But Erin wasn't about to give in that easy. With a snarl she kicked back, knocking one of Maisy's legs loose and then pushing back she crashed Maisy into a wall knocking the air out of her.

Struggling to pull the fur coat back up and free her arms, Erin lashed her head back and reverse head-butted Maisy making her head spin. She resolutely held onto the coat though, knowing this was her only chance.

Erin struggled and fought like a wild thing but she couldn't shake Maisy off. Then changing tactic she shrugged off the coat causing Maisy to fly back and crash into a wall still holding the coat.

Coatless, Erin growled. Now free she could deal with this loser and then put her fur coat back on.

"You think you can stop me Maisy? I'm gonna have to break you in even harder now. By the time I'm done, you'll never oppose me again."

Maisy was trapped. She had no way to destroy the coat and no way past Erin. In moments her friend would have the coat back in her possession and she would probably never get another chance ever again.

She did the only thing she could think of. She put on the fur coat herself.

Erin's sulky mouth opened wide in a shocked expression. "What... no... NOOOOO!"

*BOOM*

The air vibrated and shook. Erin doubled up like she had been punched in the stomach and with a WHOOSH all of the evil power was sucked out of her body. She went limp like a rag doll and collapsed to the floor. She was no longer beautiful, her hair was now brunette again, her fingernails short and stubby and her face plain and anxious.

Maisy struggled to rip off the fur coat before it was too late, but her arms felt heavy and a delicious feeling thrilled through her as the evil power exiting Erin flowed back into the coat.

Her skin tingled and she felt herself begin to transform. She fought it for a moment... then surrendered.

Yessssss. Why not just give into it? It was her turn to be the bitch, her turn to have the power. Erin was going to suffer for all the humiliation she had put Maisy through.

"Yessssss, transform me," she groaned as the coat fit snugly on her body and her mind was warped and transformed into the most evil possible version of herself.

All that was good, kind and innocent about Maisy was reversed and subverted. She was becoming just as corrupt as Erin had once been.

Her hair turned blonde and pink bitchy lips twisted into a pouting sneer. Long nails shot from her fingers and her stance changed as her clothing altered and she was pushed up on six inch stiletto boots.

Walking over to the shivering Erin, who was going through the worst withdrawal imaginable, Maisy looked down with cold cruel eyes and reaching down cruelly grabbed the other girls hair and yanked her head up.

"I'm the Mistress now loser," she hissed in delight. "Now I'm going to break you just as you wanted to break me. I'm going to turn you into my whimpering pussy slave - so broken that you can't even imagine betraying me and wearing the coat ever again. You're nothing now Erin and soon you'll be even less."

Erin sobbed as she looked into Maisy's cold eyes and knew every word was the truth.

She was doomed

***

Landing down in New York, Maisy watched her servants packing her luggage into her expensive car.

She had enjoyed travelling the world and living her dreams... visiting the fashion capitals of the world had been fun.

Now back in the USA she would spend a bit of time here in New York before heading back home.

She smiled at the thought of Erin, plugged and obedient waiting for her back home. Tonight she would take a couple of male lovers to pleasure her, but tomorrow when she got back she had put time aside to play with her favourite toy.

She wondered if Erin was looking forward to it as much as she was...?

THE END

[m00nsflesh]

I think Laufey would change her depending which Milo she has in her hands, just to be more fitting with them, I couldn't help myself but do this...I just love Milo so much!!

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Pre-Milo: Laufey is a bit more overprotective to give Milo the idea of how much she cares about his well being. She'd do her "sweet girlfriend" role the best she could, by borrowing his clothes, try to cook (which ends up her taking him to breakfast/lunch/dinner somewhere) and pretend to be shy when he does things for her (she dislike to act shy but she sees how much it makes Milo try to act more like a boyfriend, it's cute in a way).

Laufey also doesn't mind driving him to places, all to make him feel special with her and her alone. She always speak sweet nothings to him and make it feel like it's a promise she's doing to Milo, maybe some of those sweet lies may be real but you'll never know. Laufey also loves to show a bit of PDA with Pre-Milo to proof she isn't playing around about being his girlfriend (if you want to break someone, make it real!/j)

Either way, Laufey and Pre-Milo can be a bit romantic and cute in a way if you ignore her manipulating him and gaslighting him.

Manipulation!Milo: once the change happens, Laufey changes herself once again, she let's Manipulation!Milo take the wheel for a bit, she doesn't mind him being the big spoon, she actually kinda enjoys it because it means he doesn't want her to get away, how he wants to have her all for himself.

She LOVES having him doing the driving and take her places now because she likes to have someone else doing that for her than herself doing to the others. Despite her not being into PDA with Manipulation!Milo, she's still do it sometimes to rile him up and do things for her, even being very touchy to him all because she loves to see him being a blushing mess and riled up.

Laufey and Manipulation!Milo are slightly equals and he knows what she tries to do with him sometimes, the same goes to her, both love to see how cute their partner is trying to do with each other and they usually resolve that in bed (sometimes)

Violence!Milo: between the changes Milo has, Violence!Milo is Laufey's favourite. Laufey is all about violence and aggression once you are able to see the real her and because of that, she does have feelings towards Violence!Milo for being that way. She loves to steal his clothes and use in college just to tease him. Her words for him can have some truth unlike the other Milos, she finds Violence!Milo her "almost" perfect love and she's fine with it, after all, he is now her dog bodyguard.

Because of him being her now "dog bodyguard" she loves to make him get into fights for her, that's the only time she'll show actual affection and love towards Violence!Milo, even lie to him about someone hitting on her to see hell go loose.

Either way, Laufey will also do things for him as such driving and taking him places and probably spoil him a little unlike the others, after all, she gotta make her precious boyfriend get affections from her alone to keep being a loyal dog.

In general: Laufey adores her Milos and seeing they becoming obsessed with her (and obviously yandere) makes her feel a genuine happiness with the idea of breaking them even more until they become a hollow version of themselves that desperate need her for everything.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart 19

"Jaenara, why are we here." Aemond asked as he was pull along by his wife while he glance around the castle with a look of discomfort.

Jaenara didn't answer him as she turn down a corner before walking towards a door, she opened the door and sigh in relief at the familiarity, she let's go of Aemond's hand to walk further in with a faint smile.

Her old chamber in High Tide.

It been so long since she been here, only venturing there to escape her mother or just to get away. Her grandfather was so happy when she first visited, Corlys didn't have a very close relationship with some of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Rhaelle's elder children loved their grandfather, but since Aeron and his family live so far away along with his statue as king, they couldn't visit him as much and Rhaelle kept her children with Daemon away from her father after years of no contact.

Corlys's relationship with Jaenara and her brothers was basically none existent until she started spending more time at High-Tide, Jaenara could never understood the drama between her elder relatives, mostly because none of her cousins know what happened so many years ago to make our family walk on egg shells around each other.

"We should get back." Aemond said from behind her as she goes over to pick up a lute, "I have no doubt my mother have sounded the alarms for our disappearance--we should definitely leave." Jaenara stop playing with the strings before turning towards her husband with a frown.

"Why?" She asked sadden, "This is the pefect place to get away and at the perfect time, we need to be alone to talk about what we gonna do to Rivers and your mother." Jaenara explains, she place the lute back where she got it before going to seat on the end of the bed.

Aemond crossed his arms with a uncomfortable look.

"I rather not talk about her...or my mother for that matter," Aemond sighs, "I rather more to forget--" Jaenara made noise causing Aemond to look at her.

"No, no more forgetting or ignoring the problem." Jaenaea snaps getting up, "We must face this, I am tired of being push around by your mother and I'll be damn to be push around by a bastard harlot."

"And what do you wish me to do about it, hmm." He raised his brow in a sarcastic way, "I can't command her to leave, she won't listen, and my mother refuse to listen to caution." Jaenara walks to her husband grabbing his hands with a smug smirk.

"That is why, sweet husband, I have a plan."

Aemond furrow his brows curious.

"You do?" Jaenara nodded her head.

"Yes, I do. But, we must stay here in order for it to work."

Aemond look at his wife with a grimace, making Jaenara's smile falter a bit at the look on her husband's face.

"Must we? Can't we just stay at Dragonstone instead--"

"No, that would be the first place they will look for us."

"But...not here?" He drawls out, furrowing his brows.

"I mean, it depends on my aunt and grandfather," She comment, Aemond glance away from his wife with an unsure look.

"I don't thi--I don't think its a good idea to stay here." Aemond admitted, it was Jaenara turn to furrow her brows.

"Why?" She frowned confused, Aemond look at his wife with a conflicted look before sighing.

"Please, don't make me say it."

Jaenara became even more confuse, she didn't understand the problem with laying low in Driftmark for a few days, it's was a perfect paradise to getaway and relax with a brilliant view.

"Aemond, I'm not going to spend these next few days arguing with you about this, so just say it." Jaenara took her hands backand folded her arms under her chest and look at her husband with a fretful look.

Aemond lock his jaw and squeeze his hands into fist nervously, Jaenara caught the movement making herself ease down.

"Jaenara, I..." He stop as he stare at his wife, and memories he buried away  slowly start to resurface, causing him to close his eye and shake his head before looking at her, "I cannot say it, it is too much...it is too painful for me to revist, can't we just go somewhere else. We can go to Braavo like Alys or maybe Lys." Awmond recommend, but Jaenara wasn't hearing it as she roll her eyes.

"You know what, forget it." She says, making Aemond look surprise only to feel nothing but relieved, "Why don't you go back home, and I stay here." Aemond frowned.

"Jaenara, you know I ca--"

"Yes, you can Aemond, because if you don't than these next few days are gonna be hell...for you." She threatened, "So, you have a choice you either stay here with me and your unborn child..." she starts as her hand move along her round belly catching Aemond's eye, "Or go back home and destroy our marriage again." She shrugged, Aemond look up at her with a frown.

"You think I would do that to you?" Aemond asked hurt before looking upset, "After everything we been through--"

"Don't be draft, my love." Jaenara counter back, "Your mother is obviously unhinge and I wouldn't put it pass Rivers to not try something, so..." she steps close with a small smirk, "That's why we must stay here, away from those vultures, so we can keep our marriage intact and at the same time teach them a lesson." Jaenara grin at her husband, but Aemond look at her unsure, he didn't feel comfortable staying here but he also didn't want to make his wife mad than she already is.

"I...I guess your right, my love." Aemond said reluctantly as his eye stray from her.

Jaenara snarl with an eyeroll, she ignore his reluctance and instead grab his sleeve and turn them towards the bed.

"Do not fret, sweet husband." Jaenara purr after pushing Aemond onto her bed, "Atleast we have each other as our plan thaw out," Aemond glance up to look at her face as she climbs on top of him.

"Our plan?" He asked, Jaenara smirk a little as she straddle his hip.

"Of course, darling." Jaenara purr again, moving her hand to slide down Aemond's chest, before she leans forward to start kissing his neck, "You are the key for this plan to work, as long as you are by my side, you will never have to worry about that wench again." Aemond shudder once Jaenara's hand slip through his breeches and grasp his semi hard cock.

"B-But, what if...they find us?"

"They won't," she promise, "I trust my family to keep your mother in the dark  until our return." Aemond let out a pathetic whimper.

"But--" Jaenara tighten her grasp a bit causing Aemond to choke and moan at the same time, Jaenara lift her head from his bruise neck to look down at her husband.

"What is wrong, husband?" She cock her head to the side, her hand starts to move up and down making Aemond grasp her forearm, "Don't you trust me?" She pout, Aemond open his eye with a frown as he gaze up at his beloved wife.

"I-I do." He strutted, Jaenara move her hand a bit fast with hum.

"Good," she whispered, she leans down capturing his lips as she use her other hand to unbutton his vest.

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

It had been three days since Jaenara and Aemond arrived at Driftmark, and it has been going absolutely terrible.

Aemond has begun to sulk around the castle, something about missing his mother and their tea time, Jaenara roll her eyes and tone him out at the time.

Jaenara has become rather ambivalence towards Aemond lately, it feels like everything he does annoys her. Just him sitting next to her reading a book makes her blood boil and her heart beat with resentment, while other times she wants to fuck him. She beginning to think she's going mad, she can't tell if it's her own feelings or the pregnancy making her feel this way.

Either way, Jaenara didn't seem to care in the end, and neither did Aemond.

It felt like a power trip, she never imagine stooping so low like Alicent and Aemond, she always thought her compassion and kindess was a way to show how better she was than them. But, when she belittle or order Aemond around, a little feeling in her chest she realize was giddy lock away all those thoughts and she took a little joy in making Aemond's days here hard.

Jaenara notice her change behavior the day after they're arrival, she would snap at him for the stupidest things and call him names when she get fed up with his sulkening. At first, Jaenara was shock and confuse, shock at herself with how cruel she was being to Aemond and confuse because Aemond just took it.

Jaenara also notice that he begin to do it a lot lately, it reminds her of the little stray pups in fleabottom always pawing at her gown for food.

She had more sympathy for the small pups than her weak husband, but maybe, she shouldn't be mad at the fact but be proud. Her husband has finally crumbled, he was no longer that scary man she feared a year ago, but rather a pathetic boy wanting nothing but  her attention and love.

"My love." The sound of Aemind's voice snap Jaenara out of her thoughts.

She didn't move to look up at him as she knits her son a new hat.

"What."

"Can we talk?" Aemond asked, making her stop and look up at him finally, he wasn't in his usual casual clothing but rather in his dragonriding attire.

"Where are you going?" She asked ignoring what he said.

"To clear my head," he answered as he took a seat on the armchair next to her, "I wanted to talk to you before my departure, I think it's time...we talk." Jaenara raise her brow at Aemond.

"About what."

"Rivers--" Jaenara look away from him with a roll of her eyes.

"Aemond, what did I say yesterday when you ask me this." She inquired, Aemond gulp before clearing his throat.

"This isn't about the plan--"

"So, this is about you leaving me for her again, then?" She stop to look at him again, making the corners of aemond's mouth curve down.

"Of course not, you know my heart only belongs to you--"

"Good. So, are we done with this convention now." She asked flatly, Aemond parted his lips to say something but clasp them shut when she gave him a look he become all to familiar too.

Aemond bow his head before nodding.

"Lovely, because I am famish and i would like some peaches." Jaenara demanded, putting her needles and hat aside, Aemond stood before helping Jaenara up.

"I'll stop by the kitchen--"

"No!" She snapped, pulling away from him, "Have a servant do it, the last thing I need is for you to bring me plums instead of peaches...again." she glower, moving the covers to the side before taking her book from the side table and got into bed.

Aemond bow his head at the tone in his wife's voice, "Apologies again, my love." He said as he lift his head to look at her, jaenara clench her jaw to keep her from rolling her eyes at how pathetic he is being.

"That's not the apology I wanted yesterday," she sass, making aemond look embarrassed.

"I told you I couldn't...I couldn't get it up that night." He murmur the last as if their was others in the room.

"Or this morning or during tea time, it's as if your cock and eye stop working at the same time." She snickered as she shook her head and turn to the last pashe she was on in her book.

"Hmmm."

Jaenara look up at her husband to find him standing there with solemn look, Jaenara sighs and lay the book open on her stomach.

"Do not look so fretful husband, I was just jesting." She says, Aemond looks at her before smiling timidly.

"I know, my love."

Jaenara smiled up at him.

"Good, because I expect you to pleasure me once you get back from your ride, a woman can only go so long without what she needs."

Jaenara looks away and pick up her book missing the disappointed look that shadow Aemond's features.

"Of course," He utter before step close to lean down and press a kiss to her belly before moving to peck Jaenara's forehead making groan in distaste.

Jaenara wave him away when he tried to kiss her on her lips, Aemond frown at the irriated look on her face.

"I'll be back before dinner..." Aemond trails off, moving away from the bed towards the door before turning to Jaenara, "...I love you, jaenara." He says in the softest voice that had Jaenara glancing up at him.

"Mm-hmm."

Aemond frown again as he wife turn her attention back to her book, Aemond didn't say anything before he left. When the door closed, Jaenara closed the book in her hands and toss it across the room as her mood shifted from irriated to bothered.

She hated when he goes soft like that, she hated it and carved it, sometimes she wish she didn't feel anything at her. Her emotions was all over the place and it was beginning to be draining to figure out what she wanted, why is it that when she's truely alone she starts contemplating her whole life.

Jaenara turn on her side and close her eyes, she ended to stop thinking and start relaxing. The whole point of coming here was for her to get away from all the crap going on back at King's Landing, she needed peace and calm, maybe tomorrow she go out for a walk on the beach, the snell of the ocean always calms her.

All she got to do is make sure her insufferable husband won't be there to ruin her day.

[fullsundiall]

ranking my fave f1 ships after 2 months in the fandom

1. lestappen

i mean come on. being very very good and also very very weird with each other, it’s just the pefect storm.

2. nortrell

somehow i have become the biggest max f fan and you know what? i’m not even mad about it. their friendship is just adorable and their fics are delicious. oh my gosh.

3. brocedes

yeah, i think i love nico rosberg. the storylines, the history, everything about this couple is perfect (ship-wise). i’ve sobbed at edits of these two too much for it not to be in my top three.

4. loscar

to be honest, i don’t know what these two are called. is it logscer? but they are cute together and oscar on the latest episode of tourque is perfect. it’s their prema era videos together that really get me.

5. alex and george

whatever their ship name is, this is just classic cute childhood besties AND I LOVE!

[azzzsleep]

Mini Wolfstar Fic @wolfstarmicrofic

Title: 3 things Sirius loved about Remus

1) Hands

It was such a boring day for the Marauders, they were in the library mostly doing hw. James was away on another table with Lily to study potions while Peter was sleeping, resting his head on Sirius's laps. So Sirius was really bored with his only activity being petting Peter's head, so his eyes started to wander.

The first thing his eyes landed on was obviously books then the man that was using that book and finally the man himself. Remus looked so focus on what he was doing, seeing him like this always made Sirius heart sway a little more into madness, who could blame him when his boyfriend was the definition of gorgeous.

His golden-honey eyes were locked on the book. A book that was held so gently in his big, large hands. His hands that would always ground him when needed, elevated him when wanted , secure him, loved him, made him feel so good. These hands that Sirius knew better than anyone because of all the times he has held them.

Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off of them, off of those hands. HIS BOYFRIEND hands.

And maybe Sirius was staring too much because in one blink of an eye those same hand disappear from his vision and landed on his face, holding him just like the book was held. With care and appreciation. And just as soon as Remus hands were on his face, their lips met for a quick kiss and then they were gone, back to that book.

Oh Sirius was a gonner

2) Hair

Today was Sirius hair care day, and everyone knew that it would be easier to fight a dragon than to step in the way of the one and only Sirius Black, especially on hair care day, so the dorm was empty.

Sirius loved that day, it was a day for him and him only and no one would bother him. The others always flew the room on that day doing other things while Sirius enjoyed pampering his hair.

It took 5 hours. 5 hours for Sirius to finally be done, 5 hours before any Maurauder were allowed back into their dorm, 5 hours and his hair day was still not over since a longer mission was awaiting for him.

Now that his hair day was over, started the Maurauders hair day. The first one was James, his took an hour and a half it has finished just around 1PM. The second one was Peter and his hair took a bit longer, starting at 1h30 PM and ending at 3PM. The last one was his boyfriend. Remus hair was those pefect curls in that sandy blond colour that Sirius loved so much. The texture was just so flowy and light, literally dreamy. Moony was dreamy.

3) Cligny

Remus is clingy. Remus like to hug, he like to cuddle and every time he came back late from the library or his prefect routes Remus would always seek contact. When they weren't together yet Remus wandered with any of their friends, but now! Now Remus was Sirius's and Sirius's alone. At first the other were kinda jealous, mainly James and Lily what could they do (they cuddle all together). And tonight like any other night, came late his moony. As soon as Remus entered the common room Sirius ready himself. It was a routine, an automatism and Godric his loved it.

As soon as Lupin sat, Sirius was in his lap. Remus hands around his waist, resting, his head on his shoulder falling into the crook of Sirius head, hair flowing hiding his face. Sirius would kill to keep his routine forever.

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Years later after Azkaban and separation and hurt and pain started a joyous day.

That morning was just so calm with Remus now teacher at Hogwart was helping the kids with hw.

Sirius was taking care of his hair and then later was taking care of his godchild hair Harry and his kid Hair Teddy finishing by his Husband Hair.

That night all of them would be in the living room cuddling watching a movie (muggel gadjet) till the next morning.

Sirius would have this routine forever now that all the misery was over, he was the happiest of them all.

[simplegenius042]

"What Archetypes Are Your OCs?" Quiz, Top Four Fictional Crushes and The Worst Ship Chart Ever

Tagged by @shellibisshe @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @voidika and @imogenkol

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @icecutioner @strangefable @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @rhettsabbott @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @turbo-virgins @aceghosts @afarcryfrommymain @derelictheretic @deputy-morgan-malone @wrathfulrook @softtidesworld @shallow-gravy @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cloudofbutterflies92 @florbelles @sleepyconfusedpotato @titiagls @minilev @skoll-sun-eater @thewanderer-000 and @lulu2992 (for Top Four Fictional crushes, but you can join with the other tags if you want).

Three results for OC archetypes, a listing of four of my fictional crushes (oh fuck-) and two worst ship charts ever. You can find the quiz here. You can find these and the template for the chart below.

Three results for Archetypes for OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore.

ALFRED "JEFF" HOPPER (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

I don't this is necessarily correct. Throughout the first two sagas (The Pefect Storm and The Omniscient Rule sagas), Jeff has been nothing more than a supporting and often times tertiary protagonist. Maybe not a main but definitely important. He has moments of selfishness, sure, but that's not often. The only really selfish "messed shit up for everyone" moment was when he took the opportunity to change course of events which worsened the space-time continuum while he had been helping the Time Guard chase after a time-travelling mass serial killer fugitive who had been making Time unstable in the first place, which wasn't even out of malicious intent, rather he just wanted his bestest friend back from non-existence, that being Lena Elliot. So yeah, he screwed up, but not to a villainous extent.

ALEXANDER KHAOS (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

Oh god another villain result. Which... is more accurate for Alexander than it is for Jeff. He's more of an antagonist to Silva, that's for sure (being the right-hand man and Chosen Extraordinaire, which is basically Jacob's top elite Chosen, of Jacob Seed). He has unresolved trauma in regards to his time in Wellington Wells and has embraced his role in Hope County in Eden's Gate, though if a stronger or more ideological compatible person came around, he'd take his loyalists (which includes Hannah McCalkin) and leave Jacob behind.

ALPH DOLEN (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

Link to Minecraft Poem for anyone interested. Oh good, I worried it wasn't going to be different. And OH WOW! Alph got read to filth here. Kind of ironic that he craves love and wants to be surrounded by love but is the "Lone Wanderer". Doubly ironic when he's ghoulified... something that should be where he is rejected by everyone and everything, but ends up with more than he could ever ask for, especially with Ress and Amata... until Arcane Urias ruins everything, as he does.

Here's the list of my top four fictional crushes:

Maki Zen'in - Jujutsu Kaisen (Specifically post-Shibuya Arc)

(I want to be lifted up and carried bridal-style in her arms)

2. Soundwave - Transformers Prime (when I was young and both completely blind without glasses I didn't know I required and literacy blind to whatever I was watching, I thought this Soundwave (the only one I had been introduced to at the time) was female... he's still pretty aesthetically pleasing though, cool AF, and a caring parent to Laserbeak so...)

3. Faith Seed - Far Cry 5 (daydreaming-about-frollicking-in-green-flower-fields-and-living-in-cozy-cottages lesbians UNITE!)

(however fair warning she might get you high enough to talk to God and try to convince you to join her older adoptive brother's cult)

4. GLaDOS - Portal

(...her soothing condescending voice that belittles and tries to get you killed and her smooth + robust curves in her awesome design enchant me...)

Honourable Mention goes to (look'em up):

5. Sea Empress - Subnautica

Two of the worst ship charts for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Translation for the unreadable:

What draws them together? Initially the mystery surrounding each other as no one except a very specific few know much about their former lives, and their opposing factions forces them to interact a lot, and thanks to the Bliss, that's what they mostly end up doing. Plus they mostly fit each others preferences.

What stands in the way? They are at war in two opposing factions, one that wants to kill/detain (Resistance) and the other that will kill but will try to indoctrinate Silva (Eden's Gate). Opposing morality, beliefs and trust issues also get in the way.

What are their good traits? Silva and Faith find companionship with another due to their similar past/current circumstances, and Silva's compassion and unexpected kindness is bizarre and appealing to Faith, as her cunning and passions are appealing to Silva. Both are willing to sabotage their own factions to keep the other around a bit longer, plus their determination to find a peaceful resolution.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Trust, or lack there of. Silva is weary that Faith will report anything she says to Joseph to better get her into Eden's Gate, while Faith is weary that Silva is trying to get close to manipulate her into coming out into the open to better take her down. Both are correct in the beginning but later down the line it gets muddied. Silva also refuses to speak of her past (understandable) except for the vaguest of truths while Faith doesn't fully open herself up in fear of being scorned. Not to mention it's been a long while since Silva had been in a romantic relationship and Faith is very inexperienced.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic Toxic "I can fix her" & "I can make her worse/better" Enemies-To-Lovers Yuri.

Translation for the unreadable (Also note that when Jennifer is talking about her partner, it's mostly complaining about Sonya, and Sonya's image is more a reference to what I closely envision her as):

What draws them together? They both fail to kill each other and have a bone to pick with both Dicko and Sir Enigma Malvolio and they're also considered "non-human" now.

What stands in their way? Sonya is unstable to the point she's agitated enough to kill others on instinct which Jennifer is trying to control much to Sonya's distaste. There's also the fact Sonya is like a 12-foot something mecha-beastie which she doesn't think Jennifer finds attractive. Jennifer is in denial of her feelings and believes if she loses control of Sonya then it will be right back to square-one like it was with Dicko or she'd die, either one.

What are their good traits? They both have a common interest revenge against Dicko (successful) and Malvolio (work-in-progress), and Sonya acts as Jennifer's trump card and intimidation factor in their illegal business. Both also have an appreciation for their brutal honesty and openness with one another and relatability (with Jennifer as a synthetic human and Sonya's brain transferred to a mecha-beastie). They have no problems committing murder together.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Jennifer is used to being treated as an object of lust and since her freedom from Dicko and take over of his business has pushed to be in control of everything (including Sonya) and is trying to ensure she doesn't lose that control and denying all romantic/sexual feelings, while Sonya is a victim of Malvolio and his treatment of her has left a lot of psychological scars where she dehumanizes herself and does everything in her power to prove it correct too.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic "I can make you so-so-so worse baby" bloody murder Yuri situationship/partnership on a mission of revenge with a pinch of monsterfucking and goes from "I want to kill you" to "I'd kill for you" pipeline.

Template below:

[paperglader]

about francesca's look after kissing john (and their relationship)

first, about john:

in the book: i really liked the brief little bits with john at the beginning. i think fran, john and michael's dynamic was super interesting and fun, i even wished that it would've lingered in it longer. i liked that their relationship had layers to it and yet still remained loving overall. i really liked the way that he haunts the characters and the narrative after his death. i think that the way that francesca spoke continuously about him and about their bond was super sweet.

in the series: i love him. i love him with francesca. i died of sweetness each time they were on screen. i love that their love is different, and i love how pefect they are for each other. i love how he makes francesca smile and look so at ease. in my opinion they nailed it with them, and ended up being my favorite part of the season (to say that pen and colin very much grew on me would be an understatement- i think they're the cutest- but franchaela and john are my personal favorites). they're soulmates and they are best friends. love them.

the few things that they've already changed from the books: first the fact that we get to see more from john at all and his love with francesca. secondly, though, their bond IS different. in the book i did get the feeling that there was physical attraction and, truly that their love was a regular bridgerton love, if that makes sense? like, francesca did say that it was less passional than with michael but it's not quite the same as what we're getting from the show, is it? the physical stuff could perfectly develop over time, but it does seem to be absent from where we left it off. i do believe that francesca loves him. truly. it's just not necessarily super physical. Which doesn’t make it any less valid or any less of a true love! personally, i find any love stories that don’t really “stick to the norm” to be super interesting, which is one of the reasons why they were my favourite couple.

Now, about the kiss: i don’t think that the look necessarily means that she’s a lesbian. i truly think that it was mostly disappointment of not immediately feeling those fireworks that everyone raves about, or even just discomfort with having to display her affection for the very first time in front of a crowd.

she could be a lesbian, or she could be an eighteen-year-old woman who’s still figuring out who she is, still figuring out how love looks like to her, and that more than anything wants to find a companion in someone that uplifts her as a person rather than drown her voice in their own sound. and she did! for some people love just doesn’t play out as easily as it may for everyone else, and that’s fine.

what she has with michaela is different, but she loved john first and she chose him, and they will be happy together. her and Michaela will have a long way to go before they can even begin to explore their relationship anyways. it is simply not their time yet.

Francesca did feel immediate attraction for Michaela, but depending on how they choose to navigate the period typical prejudice and such, she might not even have the language to understand that sort of attraction for another woman, and it won’t be the time to figure any of that out until six years later because she does love John throughout their marriage and afterwards she will mourn him. It’s not until after all of it that Michaela will become available as an option.

ultimately: maybe she doesn’t feel attraction towards men (that’s great! welcome to the club!) or maybe she just finds the navigation of romantic relationships to be a little trickier than most, and maybe we get to explore that through her storyline.

[larrydoinglaundry]

here's your daily reminder to leave rants like this in your PRIVATE BOOKMARKS. i'm on my way to munich to see harry and you just had to ruin my day.

i don't care if you don't love the story. i'm the furthest thing from being good let alone a pefect writer but you don't have to throw that all in my face when i spent months of my life writing this story for free, pouring a lot of personal shit into it, not just from my own life but from others' too. it's just a bubble to you but i crafted it the best i was able to. it might not be a good fic but i put my heart into it and seeing these comments hurt.

and you all actually whine that authors are leaving. maybe take a look in the mirror.