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[xyzcan]

This shit is based off of this, like so heavily based off i'd say it's the same but... Nahh I just like the idea so creds to this guy ig: @saikowatermelons

yandere x reader

- warnings: cannibalism, noncon, blowjob, yandere, degradation too, tied up, imprisoned reader, unhealthy power dynamic (prince n slave), honestly I get too horny writing smut scenes that I lose the supposed 'emotional' shit I'm supposed to add lmao... But HEJSKSKSKSK @tnsophiaayaonly would you notice this if I add scara in the tags? :3 pretty pls.

- And I keep on writing as if I was in Google docs because my doc's automatically turns asterisks into these italics or bold thingies... BRO the asterisks won't stop!!

And my grammar sucks, sorri English just ain't my first language </3

--- xyzcan writes.

He was born adored.

From the moment he first cried in the cradle, the kingdom wept with joy. The stars were said to shimmer brighter the night he was born. Poets wrote about the gleam in his eyes like it was a divine prophecy. His smile? That became the religion of fools and worshippers.

He was their prince.

And fuck, they loved him for it.

His every word was echoed with cheers. His footsteps blessed roads. His existence—untouchable, godlike, holy.

But they never knew him.

Behind that charming grin and bright laughter was nothing but a hollow pit of disinterest. All that devotion? Boring. All that praise? Noise. Meaningless, pathetic noise.

He played the part. Of course he did. Wore the crown like it was forged for him alone, smiled like he gave a shit, patted peasants’ heads and waved from balconies like he cared.

But it was all fucking empty.

The only thing that stirred him was the idea of power. Not just rule. Not just control. But something deeper—domination of the soul. He wanted to crack someone open. Strip them bare. And not because they bowed to him. Because they resisted him.

He waited for something real.

And then you showed up.

You were a smudge. A stain. A girl born from the ashes of a family of thieves—lowborn scum, the kind the court only mentioned to make examples out of. Your parents were enslaved, publicly punished, humiliated for crimes they did commit. And you...

You were the one that slipped away.

You didn’t scream for help. You didn’t beg for mercy. You ran like an animal. You stole scraps to survive. You learned to hide in shadows, to trust no one, to look at royalty with rage in your eyes instead of reverence.

You were filth.

You were perfect.

The moment he heard your name from a guard’s lips—dirty, snarled, covered in blood and accused of murder—he didn’t give a damn. Just another rat to execute. He signed the parchment for your death without even looking at it.

And yet…

He didn’t send the order through.

Why? He didn’t fucking know. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was instinct. Or maybe it was that single glimpse he caught of you—cuffed, dragged through the halls, blood drying on your temple, snarling like a goddamn beast—and something inside him shifted.

He let you rot.

One month. Two. Six. A year.

The dungeon devoured you.

And still, you didn’t scream.

You glared.

And that’s when he knew.

He couldn't kill you. Not yet.

Because you were the first thing that made him feel anything in years.

The air in the dungeon is thick. Wet. Rank with mold, blood, and rotting bodies that no one bothered to bury. It clings to your skin like oil. Every breath is a curse.

You’ve been down here for so long you’ve forgotten what sunlight feels like. Your bones feel like glass, your skin like paper. Every chain clamped around your wrist and ankle itches like fire. But it’s the silence that eats you alive.

Until he shows up.

The prince.

Cloaked in white and gold, untouched by filth. His boots click softly against the stones, clean even in this pit. He stands in front of your cell like he’s gazing at a painting, not a person.

You lift your head slowly.

He sees the bruise on your jaw. The cuts on your lips. The way your collarbones poke out like blades. And still, somehow, your glare burns hotter than the torches behind him.

You’re not broken yet.

And that makes his pulse quicken.

“Ah,” he says, smiling with that same radiant grin he shows the masses. “Still alive. Still angry. That’s good.”

You narrow your eyes. Your throat is too dry to speak, but if you could, you’d scream every curse you know.

He kneels. Close enough to touch. “You haven’t asked why I’m here,” he murmurs, studying your face.

You say nothing. He likes the silence too much.

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?” he teases, tilting his head. “That I’ve thought of you every night for a year?”

You shudder. The chains clink with your twitch.

“...Fuck you,” you rasp, barely audible.

His grin widens.

There it is.

“I’ve kept you down here for so long,” he says, voice like silk and acid. “Because I wanted to see what you’d become. I thought you’d break. Thought you’d beg. But no… you’re still you.”

His hand reaches into his coat. He pulls something out. Wrapped in soft, royal cloth.

You stiffen.

He unfolds it slowly.

And your stomach drops.

It’s a hand.

Small. Pale. Fingers curled in a permanent twitch of agony. Dried blood coats the wrist.

You gag, bile rising instantly. The smell hits you next—rotten, metallic, thick enough to make your eyes sting.

“Hungry?” he asks softly.

You look up at him like he’s the fucking devil.

He chuckles. “Oh, come on. Don’t look at me like that. You’ve been starving for days. I know. I hear your stomach. I see the way you tremble.”

You shake your head.

“No?” he says, blinking innocently. “But you said you were hungry…”

Then—too fast—he lunges.

Grabs your face.

Fingers crush your jaw open with brute force. You fight, kick, scream hoarsely, but he doesn’t care. He presses the bloody hand against your mouth. Flesh touches your lips.

You sob, wrenching away, but the chains bite into your skin and hold you in place.

“You don’t get to choose,” he snarls suddenly, voice cracking with something savage. “You don’t get to say no. You belong to me now.”

Tears streak down your face as he smears blood across your lips, forcing the taste into your mouth. You choke, body lurching with nausea.

You vomit.

He watches.

He smiles.

“I knew it’d be fun,” he whispers. “I knew you’d fight. Scream. Cry. I knew you’d make me feel.”

He leans in, lips brushing your temple as you sob uncontrollably.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he breathes. “Not like the others. Not like those pathetic worms out there who beg for my attention. You are different. And I’m going to ruin you piece by piece until you scream my name like a prayer.”

And somehow… that’s the most terrifying part.

Because he means it.

He’s not here to kill you.

He’s here to keep you.

To twist you into something broken and beautiful, just for him.

And the worst part?

He’s already started.

“I’m hungry,” you croak, voice shredded and trembling—but your eyes don’t waver. “But not for that… you sick fuck.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

His smile twitches—just for a second. Not the polished grin he offers the crowd. No. This one’s twitchy. Unstable. Wrong. Something flickers behind his eyes, like a fuse catching flame.

Oh?

Even now—after all the rot, all the starvation, all the fucking hell—you still dare to look at him like that? You still dare to bare your teeth at a prince like you’re some rabid animal? His cheeks burn. His breath shudders out of him.

And he laughs.

It’s a soft, breathy thing at first, almost confused. Then it grows—full-bodied and unhinged, echoing off the stone walls like mockery.

“You’re unreal,” he whispers, leaning in. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now? Filthy. Shaking. Barely breathing. And still, you throw insults like you’ve got power here. Like you matter.”

You glare harder, bloodshot eyes narrowing. “You don’t fucking scare me.”

That’s not entirely true. But you’ll be damned if you give him the pleasure of knowing just how much.

His gaze drops for a second—just a heartbeat. But it’s enough.

You follow it.

And your blood runs cold.

There, beneath the soft fall of his pristine white coat, straining against velvet trousers, is the undeniable outline of his arousal.

You freeze.

He doesn’t.

In fact, his smile grows sharper. His voice drops into something darker, lower

“…See? You noticed,” he says softly, almost sweet. “I was wondering when you’d see what you do to me.”

Your stomach twists, bile threatening again. You want to scream. To disappear. To rip your skin off just to feel clean again. But all you can do is stare at the living nightmare in front of you.

This isn’t a prince.

This isn’t a savior.

This is a monster in silk and gold, who people kneel for with tears in their eyes, who children dream of meeting, who the entire fucking kingdom worships.

But here, in the damp belly of the palace, you know the truth.

He’s just a sick fuck.

He steps closer, slowly—like you’re prey.

He watches your reaction like it’s a performance crafted just for him—each flinch, every twitch of your lip or narrowing of your eyes only fans the flames licking hungrily beneath his skin. His smirk deepens, eyes gleaming with something predatory. He lives for this—the way you still bite back, even now, even after everything. It’s like watching a candle trying to burn in a storm, defiant and stupidly beautiful.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth, slowly, like he’s savoring the moment. Blood streaks your lips, trailing down your chin in thin, red rivers. You cough, gagging as the taste of iron clings to the back of your throat. His eyes follow the path of that blood like it’s art.

Then he pressed it.

That disgusting, throbbing bulge in his pants.

And he notices you cringing.

His smirk twists. Grows darker. Hungrier.

He steps closer, the heat of him suffocating, invading your space like a fog you can’t escape. His voice drops into a gravelly whisper, thick with amusement and filth.

“You’re right,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “I am a monster."

Before you can spit another insult, his hand shoots forward and fists in your hair.

You cry out, your scalp screaming as he yanks your head back with brutal force. The cold wall behind you offers no mercy as you’re pinned in place by his hold. Pain lances down your neck, tears springing unbidden in your eyes—but still, you glare.

He leans in, and you can see it—really see it. That perfect princely mask is gone. His expression is feral now. Lust, yes—but something else too. Something ancient and terrifying. Something that sees you not as a person, but as a possession. A toy. A fucking plaything to break and remake as he pleases.

“You’re so full of fire,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek. “So fucking brave. It’s adorable.”

His grip tightens in your hair, drawing a hiss from your throat.

“I wonder how long it’ll take to turn that fire into begging."

You don’t answer.

So he grabs your jaw, fingers digging into the bone until it aches, until your mouth is forced open like some grotesque puppet.

“Look at you,” he breathes, almost in awe. “Fucking gorgeous, even now.”

You try to twist away, but his grip only gets tighter. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. The sting mixes with exhaustion, fear, rage—and yet your eyes burn with hatred.

“Do it,” you rasp. “Whatever you want. I won’t break for you.”

He pauses—just a heartbeat—and then lets out a low, shaky laugh.

“Oh, you will,” he says. “That’s the best part.”

He unbuckles his belt with a metallic clink, his movements deliberate and cruel, as if prolonging that humiliating tension. He pulls out his length—already hard and veined—holding it in front of your face.

"Open that smart mouth of yours," he commands softly, his voice dripping with mocking kindness.

You hesitate, your eyes filled with hatred and disgust. This was so fucking humiliating. He chuckles raspily, the sound sending a shivers down your spine.

He wraps his hand around his length, giving it a slow stroke. "Or should I just shove it down your throat?" He threatens, his thumb brushing against his tip.

Without warning, he slaps his cock against your lips, forcing them open. "Suck," he orders raspily. He grips your hair tighter, using it to guide your head down onto his shaft.

You gag as he forces himself into your mouth, filling it completely, you feel his tip burning in your mouth.

He starts fucking your mouth roughly, letting strings of groans and moans escapes his lips, groaning like it's some divine prayer. Your lips stretch wide around his thick girth as he pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat. It burns, but the humiliation burns even further.

You try to breathe through your nose, but he doesn't give you time to adjust, when has he ever?

His hips move in a brutal pace, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with wet, slurping sounds. He watches his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again, his pleasure building rapidly.

He never expects to feel this good with a criminal of all people.

He pulls your head forward harder each time he thrusts in, making you gag and drool around him. Your saliva coats his length, adding wetness to each stroke.

"Look at you," he rasps, watching as your lips stretch obscenely around him, "Such a pretty mouth for such nasty things." His cock glides smoothly now, thanks to your saliva. He pushes deep enough to make you gag again, holding your head there for a moment.

"Take it."

His pace becomes even more brutal, using your mouth like a prostitute, like the fucking slut of a criminal you are. He can feel his release approaching and he wants to use you for it.

He reaches down and grabs your hair harder, pulling your head back to look at him as he starts fucking your mouth even harder. "I'm gonna cum,"

"And you're gonna swallow every fucking drop." He growls with feral intensity, pushing his entire length down your throat. Your eyes water and your nose runs as you gag loudly around his thick base, fuck. He starts fucking your throat, forcing his dick down your throat over and over again, he could feel your teeth scraping against the base of his shaft, as if threatening to bite him.

He honestly just gets off to it more.

He grunts deeply, his hips moving faster and more erratically as he nears climax. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth become obscene and loud in the quiet dungeon. Saliva drips down onto both cheeks making them glisten obscenely under harsh light.

"You're so disgusting taking my whole fucking dick down your throat," he groans, his voice filled with disgust and arousal, he considered slapping you, treat you like the criminal you are.

Would that make you beg and submit?

"You look like a fucking mess, all choked and slobbery." He pulls out for a moment, just to slap his wet, throbbing dick against your face.

"Open up, you stupid whore," he hisses, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open. "Look at this fucking mess," he says, showing you the wet, saliva-covered length of his dick. "You're gonna swallow it all, you dirty slut."

"Gods, you're like a cheap whore," He mutters, pushing back inside your mouth, making you feel every vein with your tongue. "Do all criminals suck off cock this good, or is just you? Do you even have dignity? Do whores like you have pride?" He laughs darkly, hitting the back of your throat again.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby. I'm gonna cum down your fucking throat and you're gonna swallow every fucking drop like a good little slut." He starts fucking your mouth faster and harder, his balls slapping against your chin. "Swallow it all..."

You feel tears go down your face. This was not only humiliating, but you were just forced to feed on fucking human flesh. And still—even now? You're still getting said human flesh down your throat, it's just a different kind.

"Right there," he moans loudly, gripping your hair tighter, throwing his head back, he can feel his release coming like some high-drugged up guy. "Right fucking there!" He holds your head still as he thrusts deep into your throat one last time and explodes. His cock pulses violently inside your mouth filling it with ropes of his cum.

Your knees ache against the cold stone floor, and your throat feels raw, violated. Your body is still trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the aftershocks of him.

And then… he touches your cheek. So softly. So fucking softly.

“Good girl,” he coos, as if his voice hadn’t just torn through your soul minutes ago.

You flinch, and that only makes his smile widen—like he finds it endearing. His thumb brushes a tear from your cheek like some twisted parody of affection.

“Gods, you took that like such a good little toy,” he murmurs, his tone warm now. Worshipful, almost. Sickeningly proud.

You stare up at him, blankly at first. Numb. Dissociated. But then the heat rises—behind your eyes, in your throat, in your chest. Shame, rage, horror. Your stomach twists, like it might turn itself inside out.

“Such a pretty little whore,” he adds, stroking your face with a lover’s touch.

You can’t breathe.

It’s not just what he did.

It’s that he thinks you should be grateful for it. That he's comforting you—as if he cared. That he expects you to smile, to nod, to collapse into his arms like some ruined little doll who finally accepts her place.

And the worst part?

Your body doesn't scream. Your body doesn’t fight. It just sits there—tired, used, broken in silence.

You feel your sense of self crumbling, piece by piece. Your thoughts are screaming, but they’re trapped beneath a glass surface. He doesn’t hear them. He doesn’t want to hear them. He’s already rewritten your story in his head—and in his version, you're his.

His to use. His to break. His to “praise."

Your vision swims. You want to throw up. You want to claw your skin off. You want to scream that you are not this, you are not his, you are not some thing—

But your voice is gone. Swallowed by everything he took.

And he kneels down beside you, whispering, “See? That wasn’t so bad… You’re mine now, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

His voice is gentle. His hand is warm.

And all you can do… is sit there, soaked in grief and fury, tasting the rot of helplessness on your tongue.

Although the hopelessness you felt, that feeling of violation itching on your skin, that salty taste of his release remains on your mouth... Even after all of that, he can still see— feel. Feel that you're still you. Human. Fiery and so so you.

And it makes him grin.

“I thought you were different,” he murmurs, the edges of his voice soft as silk—a lie wrapped in luxury—as he drags a gloved finger down the rusted chains keeping you bound.

It felt like a lie to you, but to him? It's the utmost truth. He can still see it. The thing that made you so fucking special.

Each metallic scrape feels like it’s splitting your nerves open, like it’s scoring his presence deeper into your already-battered psyche.

“And look at that…” he breathes, tilting his head with childlike awe. “I was right. You’re delicious when you’re angry. I want to bottle that rage. Smear it on my skin. Drink it. Bathe in it. Let it soak into my fucking bones.”

You recoil instinctively, your chains clinking with pathetic defiance.

“You’re disgusting,” you hiss, you finally found your voice and it cuts through the hopelessness you felt, the words tearing out of you, raw and ragged. “You’re not human.”

That stops him. Not like a wound—but like a revelation. He blinks once. Slowly.

Then he kneels again. Just like before.

But this time… he’s closer.

Close enough to smell the iron on your breath. Close enough that his warmth seeps into your cold skin like poison. His gloved fingers trail up to the shackles around your wrists, curling around the chains—not to release you, of course, but just to feel them. To remind you they’re still there.

His breath ghosts against your lips, too intimate for words like “prisoner” to make any fucking sense anymore.

“No,” he murmurs, so quiet it could be mistaken for reverence. “I’m not.”

His eyes gleam—not like jewels, but like something wet and feral crawling out of a pit.

“And neither are you. Not anymore.”

You freeze. Not from fear. Not from pain.

From the truth in his voice.

“Do you think the world up there will ever take you back after this?” he whispers, his tone almost tender. “Do you think they’ll see anything but filth when they look at you? You’ve been marked, sweetheart. Tainted. Owned.”

Your heart is hammering now. Not from the threats. But from the quiet realization that—deep, deep down—you believe him. Some cracked little voice inside you is already grieving the life you’ll never get back.

You shake your head, biting down hard on the sob rising in your throat.

“I’d rather fucking die.”

He smiles.

But not with mockery. Not with sadism. It’s softer. Like you just confessed your love instead of your refusal. His hand brushes your face like you’re precious porcelain he intends to shatter slowly.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he says, voice low and warm, like a lullaby sung in hell.

“You will. But only when I say so."

That’s when you realize the real horror.

It’s not the pain. It’s not even the loss.

It’s the waiting. The knowing. The cruel, slow corrosion of being kept alive not for salvation—but for his entertainment. For his need. For him.

And there is no escape. Only the illusion of time.

Only him…

...and the unbearable, suffocating fact that no one is coming for you.

[theballadofthesunandthestars]

love your newest fic! it’s very cute and you really seem to understand Lenore Dove which i love very much since she gets mischaracterize some much

Ahhhh, thank you!

What actually inspired this fic was when I reread SOTR and read the passage in Chapter 1 about Lenore Dove not liking to sing in public. Haymitch even goes as far to say that she gets so nervous, her throat closes up when asked to do so. I already absolutely adored her character, but that put things into a whole new perspective for me, and led to me really looking at her character in this new light that I hadn't previously considered. It made me wonder about how that aspect of her character would translate into other parts of her life, and thus this fic was born.

I think that people often mistake her as a Lucy Gray clone, and while the two characters certainly have a lot in common (and I adore them both) the two are very different, at least in my eyes. Lucy Gray is a singer, extremely social and good with people, excellent at communicating her ideas. When she performs, she does so publicly and with all the spectacle she can manage to draw eyes on her. But she didn't really take any kind of rebellious stance against the Capitol. She was a bit more of a neutral force, and part of that I think is that we don't really know her outside of how Snow sees her. Maybe she was a lot more anti-Capitol than Snow perceives her as. But she befriended Peacekeepers in Twelve and was willing to play nice with the Capitol in order to get home alive. Lucy Gray has this remarkable sense of self-preservation, and while I don't agree with the take that she's this "master manipulator" who never loved Snow, I think that she can read people extremely well and knows exactly how to play her cards to come out on top. I think that she did love Snow, but at the end of the day, she values her own safety and well-being over any romantic love. That's what was so terrifying to Snow about her. That's why she was determined to win the Games, why she ultimately fled from Snow in the woods.

But Lenore Dove is almost the opposite of this. She's too shy to sing in public. When she performs, it's on a piano in the background of a party or as a supporting instrument in a band. She keeps to herself at school, doesn't talk a lot in public but will talk with Haymitch for hours when alone. And you would think that her shyness would make her this meek doormat of a character, but it doesn't. She's got this incredible sense of self and a rebellious streak a mile wide. She refuses to play nice with Peacekeepers, she sabotages executions, she burns the Panem flag during big ceremonies, she engages in a physical fight with a Peacekeeper during the Reaping. She's even got this absolutely wonderful sassy side, shown by her "will" that she wrote where she just left everything to her geese. Haymitch mentions how Lenore Dove has no real sense of self-preservation like he does because no one relies on her to live like Sid and Ma rely on him. And when I read about her not liking to sing in public, it made her decision to sing in front of the whole District after Haymitch got a 1 in training so much more impactful.

I think about characters a lot in terms of their contradictions. I love a character who contradicts themselves in a way that adds to their character, and the Hunger Games books are full of these. I think that's what I love exploring the most in a lot of my more complex fics. And the opportunity to explore this particular contradiction in Lenore Dove's character? Too good to pass up. It was so refreshing to see a shy character who isn't insecure; she's just picky about how she opens up and expresses herself. How can you not write an overly long character-study smut fic about that?!

Sorry for the long ramble! Thank you so much for your lovely ask and for reading my silly little fic, your feedback honestly means the world to me <3 🥹

[addisson0124]

Hello, Bluudud, how ya doin, bud? My brother literally is obsessed with you and it makes me wanna publicly execute myself </3

anyway, i made some art if yew don't mind, you blue jollyrancher thing whatever you are idk frog shark blue thing

I cant spell so sorry if there's any spelling mistakes 💔

"𝟘𝕙 𝕎𝟘𝕎, 𝟙 𝕕𝟙𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝟙 𝕜𝕟𝟘𝕨 𝟙 𝕙𝟜𝕕 𝕗𝟜𝕟𝕤!! :𝟘 𝕥𝟛𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝟘𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝟘𝕥𝕙𝟛𝕣 𝟙 𝕤𝟜𝟙𝕕 𝕙𝟙!! :𝔻𝔻"

[xoxochb]

<3 could we pls get a “love story” themed nico x Eros son (the one from the othe req you published which btw was awesome)? (Like Eros son asking out Nico for the first time or idk whatever you feel like. I love that song though I get it’s kind of a basic fav) thanks so much and happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈

⋆·˚ ༘ * it’s a love story baby just say yes

warnings: reader stays in hermes cabin, silena’s alive because therapy isn’t free

pairing: nico di angelo x son of eros

summary: basically a fic version of these headcannons

A/N: I love love story, grew up loving it, and will forever and always love it 💛💛

you paced the floors of hermes cabin

you’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell the son of hades you wanted to go on a date with him

but it was kind of hard when your father hated him, and nico felt the same way about him

maybe eros doesn’t have to know…

no- that won’t work, he’ll find out, you know he will

you don’t like your father anyways, who cares what he thinks?

“you only live once” that’s what they say isn’t it?

you could always ask the aphrodite cabin…

that’s the best idea yet!

you rush to cabin ten, running through the doors, you realize how insane you look when all of aphrodite’s offsprings are looking at you like you have five heads

“sorry” you mutter, walking over to your best friends bed, taking a seat there, “silena, I need your help”

“yeah? with what?” she fixes her seating position, implying she’s eager to help

“well,” you sigh “I want to ask nico on a date but my dad hates him and he hates my dad, and I’m afraid of what my dad will do if he knows that I’m on a date with him”

“you’ve surely got a dilemma” she blows a raspberry

“can you help me? do you have any advice?” you ask

“your dad doesn’t control you, he’s not even present in your life, so I say that if you love nico, then you deserve to be with him” she gives you a reassuring smile

you blush, “how should I do it?”

“do what? ask him out?” she inquires

“yeah, I’m not good with this stuff”

she thinks for a moment, “have you ever thought about just asking him?”

“well it crossed my mind, but I want to do something thoughtful, I really like him” oh gods, why won’t this blush leave your face?

“so cute!” she squeals “speak from the heart, thats the most thoughtful thing you could do”

“very wise” you laugh

“my specialty” she hits your shoulder “now go get your boyfriend”

“he’s not my boyfriend” you stand up

“yet”

- 📜 -

this is fine right? all you have to do is ask him on a date, the worst he can do is say no and never talk to you again

that’s not helping

think positive!

shouldn’t you be god at this? your dad is literally cupid

unfortunately for you, you were not blessed with his romantic abilities

“y/n? are you alright?”

you swear your soul left your body for a quick second upon hearing that voice

you know that voice

it’s your one and only crush

“yes! of course I am” you reassure.

he takes a seat next to you, and you think for a second

should you ask him now?

no- he just sat down, you want him in your presence for a little while longer incase he says no and thing get awkward

but if he says yes then he won’t leave

too many decisions!

you let mouth make this one for you

“how would you like to go on a date sometime?”

oh my gods! did you really just say that?

you thank your dad for your natural flirty and extroverted personality or you would have been toast

“a date?” nico looks like you just told him he was about to be publicly executed

“yes! a date!” you’re internally screaming over your word choice

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea” he says

“why not?” you ask

“because I know that you don’t actually want to. you flirt with everyone and you’re just doing the same with me”

you take back your earlier statement

you hate your dad for your flirty personality

“but this is different, I don’t like those other guys I flirt with” you pray that this will change his mind

“so why do you flirt with other people if you only like me?”

oh no

It shouldn’t be that hard to think of a response!

but why do you flirt with other people?

you’ve only been in love with nico since you got to camp…

“it’s just in my nature I guess” you shrug “but I promise I don’t like anyone else, I only like you, those other guys don’t mean anything to me”

he sighs “your dad isn’t exactly by best friend either”

“who cares what my dad thinks?”

you curse yourself for saying such a thing

you hope your dad never finds out you said that

“I do” he points to himself

“well I don’t, I’ve never even met him before, so why should he care who I’m dating?” you give him a begging look “just one date, and if you don’t feel comfortable then we won’t go on another and you never have to see me again”

he thinks for a second, “I’ll go on a date with you” he holds up his pointer finger “under one condition”

“anything”

oh gods you sound like a helpless, lovestruck idiot

“we can go on more after”

you smile so widely your cheeks start to hurt

if you knew it would’ve been this easy you would’ve asked sooner!

but you could care about anything right now because your long-time crush just said he wants to go on not one- but multiple dates with you!!

[steelbluehome]

I know this is long, but I am not putting it under a Read More cut because I think it needs all of the attention it can get, so sorry about the annoyance.

Dear Democratic Party,

I need more from you.

You keep sending emails begging for $15,

while we’re watching fascism consolidate power in real time.

This administration is not simply “a different ideology.”

It is a coordinated, authoritarian machine — with the Supreme Court, the House, the Senate, and the executive pen all under its control.

And you?

You’re still asking for decorum and donations. WTF.

That won’t save us.

I don’t want to hear another polite floor speech.

I want strategy.

I want fire.

I want action so bold it shifts the damn news cycle — not fits inside one.

Every time I see something from the DNC, it’s asking me for funds.

Surprise.

Those of us who donate don’t want to keep sending money just to watch you stand frozen as the Constitution goes up in flames — shaking your heads and saying,

“Well, there’s not much we can do. He has the majority.”

I call bullshit.

If you don’t know how to think outside the box…

If you don’t know how to strategize…

If you don’t know how to fight fire with fire…

what the hell are we giving you money for?

Some of us have two or three advanced degrees.

Some of us have military training.

Some of us know what coordinated resistance looks like — and this ain’t it.

Yes, the tours around the country? Nice.

The speeches? Nice.

The clever congressional clapbacks? Nice.

That was great for giving hope.

Now we need action.

You have to stop acting like this is a normal presidency that will just time out in four years.

We’re not even at Day 90, and look at the chaos.

Look at the disappearances.

Look at the erosion of the judiciary, the press, and our rights.

If you do not stop this, we will not make it 1,460 days.

So here’s what I need from you — right now:

⸻

1. Form an independent, civilian-powered investigative coalition.

I’m talking experts. Veterans. Whistleblowers. Journalists. Watchdog orgs.

Deputize the resistance. Build a real-time archive of corruption, overreach, and executive abuse.

Make it public. Make it unshakable.

Let the people drag the rot into the light.

If you can’t hold formal hearings, hold public ones.

If Congress won’t act, let the country act.

This isn’t about optics — it’s about receipts.

Because at some point, these people will be held accountable.

And when that day comes, we’ll need every name, every signature, every illegal order, every act of silence—documented.

You’re not just preserving truth — you’re preparing evidence for prosecution.

The more they vanish people and weaponize data, the more we need truth in the sunlight.

⸻

2. Join the International Criminal Court.

Yes, I said it. Call their bluff.

You cannot control what the other side does.

But you can control your own integrity.

So prove it. Prove that your party is still grounded in law, human rights, and ethical leadership.

Join.

If you’ve got nothing to hide — join.

Show the world who’s hiding bodies, bribes, and buried bank accounts.

Force the GOP to explain why they’d rather protect a war criminal than sign a treaty.

And while you’re at it, publicly invite ICC observers into U.S. borders.

Make this administration explain — on camera — why they’re terrified of international oversight.

⸻

3. Fund state-level resistance infrastructure.

Don’t just send postcards. Send resources.

Channel DNC funds into rapid-response teams, legal defense coalitions, sanctuary networks, and digital security training.

If the federal government is hijacked, build power underneath it.

If the laws become tools of oppression, help people resist them legally, locally, and boldly.

This is not campaign season — this is an authoritarian purge.

Stop campaigning.

Act like this is the end of democracy, because it is.

We WILL REMEMBER the warriors come primaries.

Fighting this regime should be your marketing strategy.

And let’s be clear:

The reason the other side always seems three steps ahead is because they ARE.

They prepared for this.

They infiltrated school boards, courts, local legislatures, and police unions.

They built a machine while you wrote press releases.

We’re reacting — they’ve been executing a plan for years.

It’s time to shift from panic to blueprint.

You should already be working with strategists and military minds on PROJECT 2029 —

a coordinated, long-term plan to rebuild this country when the smoke clears.

You should be publicly laying out:

• The laws and amendments you’ll pass to ensure this never happens again

• The systems you’ll tear down and the safeguards you’ll enshrine

• The plan to hold perpetrators of human atrocities accountable

• The urgent commitment to immediately bring home those sold into slavery in El Salvador

You say you’re the party of the people?

Then show the people the plan.

⸻

4. Use your platform to educate the public on rights and resistance tactics.

If they’re going to strip us of rights and lie about it — arm the people with truth.

Text campaigns. Mass trainings. Downloadable “Know Your Rights” kits. Multilingual legal guides. Encrypted phone trees.

Give people tools, not soundbites.

We don’t need more slogans.

We need survival manuals.

⸻

5. Leverage international media and watchdogs.

Stop hoping U.S. cable news will wake up.

They’re too busy playing both sides of fascism.

Feed the real stories to BBC, Al Jazeera, The Guardian, Reuters, Der Spiegel — hell, leak them to anonymous dropboxes if you have to.

Make what’s happening in America a global scandal.

And stop relying on platforms that are actively suppressing truth.

Start leveraging Substack. Use Bluesky.

That’s where the resistance is migrating. That’s where censorship hasn’t caught up.

If the mainstream won’t carry the truth — outflank them.

Get creative. Go underground. Go global.

If our democracy is being dismantled in broad daylight, make sure the whole world sees it — and make sure we’re still able to say it.

⸻

6. Create a digital safe haven for whistleblowers and defectors.

Not everyone inside this regime is loyal.

Some are scared. Some want out.

Build the channels.

Encrypted. Anonymous. Protected.

Make it easy for the cracks in the system to become gaping holes.

And while you’re at it?

Stop ostracizing MAGA defectors.

Everyone makes mistakes — even glaring, critical ones.

We are not the bullies.

We are not the ones filled with hate.

And it is not your job to shame people who finally saw the fire and chose to step out of it.

They will have to deal with that internal struggle — the guilt of putting a very dangerous and callous regime in power.

But they’re already outnumbered. Don’t push them back into the crowd.

We don’t need purity.

We need numbers.

We need people willing to burn their red hats and testify against the machine they helped build.

⸻

7. Study the collapse—and the comeback.

You should be learning from South Korea and how they managed their brief rule under dictatorship.

They didn’t waste time chasing the one man with absolute immunity.

They went after the structure.

The aides. The enforcers. The loyalists. The architects.

They knocked out the foundation one pillar at a time —

until the “strongman” had no one left to stand on.

And his power crumbled beneath him.

You should be independently investigating every author of Project 2025,

every aide who defies court orders,

every communications director repeating lies,

every policy writer enabling cruelty,

every water boy who keeps this engine running.

You can’t stop a regime by asking the king to sit down.

You dismantle the throne he’s standing on — one coward at a time.

⸻

Stop being scared to fight dirty when the other side is fighting to erase the damn Constitution.

They are threatening to disappear AMERICANS.

A M E R I C A N S.

And your biggest move can’t be another strongly worded email.

We don’t want your urgently fundraising subject lines.

We want backbone.

We want action.

We want to know you’ll stand up before we’re all ordered to sit down — permanently.

We are watching.

And I don’t just mean your base.

I mean millions of us who see exactly what’s happening.

I’ve only got 6,000 followers — but the groups I’m in? The networks I touch? Over a quarter million.

Often when I speak, it echoes.

But when we ALL

speak, it ROARS with pressure that will cause change.

We need to be deafening.

You still have a chance to do something historic.

To be remembered for courage, not caution.

To go down as the party that didn’t just watch the fall — but fought the hell back with everything they had.

But the clock is ticking.

And the deportation buses are idling.

- Dr. Pru Lee

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[mitskissecondborndaughter]

new intro post ! except its mostly the same as before but … yeah

!!!!!!! please give the “before you follow” + DNI section a quick read!! thank you!!

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⟢ my name is Emi ! (Em, Emilita)

⟢ my older blog was @/mitskisfirstborndaughter but it was deactivated :(

⟢ my music spam side blog is @emilitasmusicdumpster !!

⟢ my poetry sideblog is @emspoemvault (it’s a bit personal and it ultimately is just ass that’s why i don’t talk about it much)

⟢ i’m 18 ! (26/01)

⟢ I don’t care much about gender; I’m a girl but you can really just address me or perceive me however u want, idgaf

⟢ I use she/he/they pronouns to refer to myself, but once again, you can refer to me however u want, i don’t care !!

⟢ first year psychology student !

⟢ I’m argentinian! I’ll make sure that everyone knows I am because I am really annoying abt it

⟢ I speak spanish (native) and english (second language)

⟢ I don’t mind tags / asks / anything of the sort !! I’m a bit awkward but I like interacting w people! (as for DMs, I’d rather only get DMs from mutuals / ppl i follow, but I don’t mind them either way!)

⟢ this time around I’ll try to tag my posts to keep my blog a bit more organized.

↳ text posts are tagged as #demented rambling (until I come up w something better😭)

↳ my art is tagged as (you wont guess it)… #my art!! like I did on my previous blog!!! groundbreaking..

↳ posts about music are tagged as #em being totally normal about music (im so fucking creative)

↳ the #self indulgent posting tag is … pretty self-explanatory…

↳ #Live posting my guillotine execution is for me complaining about college❤️ and other things too, but mostly college

⟢ I don’t think I really post anything that warrants an age restriction, but I’d prefer keeping the blog 15+ for my own comfort ^_^ (current mutuals / mutuals from my old acc are ok though!!!)

⟢ i am cringe. and i am loud about it. sorry in advance

⟢ i might mix fandom stuff or just random text posts. While I mostly do post about MCR i will post about other things as well!

⟢ I mostly will post in english but I might OCASIONALLY post in spanish too (if u ever want a translation of a post I made feel free to ask!)

⟢ I suffer from a few mental health issues I won’t disclose; I don’t feel comfortable discussing them online publicly (though if ur nosy just look at my poetry account everythings pretty much laid out in there LMAO) and I’ll likely never post vents here, so rather take this as a request to please be patient, as my social skills might be a little flawed, thank you!!! ^_^

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ DNI / DNF .ᐟ .ᐟ

I think it’s insane I have to clarify this but there are assholes out there so. LGBTQPHOBIC IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM, RACISTS, ABLEISTS, N*ZIS, MISOGYNISTS, REPUBLICANS, TERFS, PROSHIPPERS (especially waycest shippers. if i catch any of yall here its on sight), TRUMP SUPPORTERS, ELON MUSK SUPPORTERS, MILEI SUPPORTERS (i swear to god), AI USERS, CONSERVATIVES, MAPS, ZIONISTS/ISRAEL SUPPORTERS, kids under 13, pro ana/sh/nsfw accounts (please please don’t make me see that. ty)

↳(and as an artist myself if i catch anyone disrespecting artists or their work whether it is by reposting without credits, posting AI art or anything like that, i can and WILL shame you)

(I don’t know if I missed anything but honestly i know these don’t do anything, so either way i just kinda.. block ppl)

⟢ SHOWS/MOVIES I LIKE: nana, gokinjo monogatari, sex and the city, howl’s moving castle (and honestly all ghibli movies), arcane, death note, kamisama kiss, ouran high school host club, lovely complex, madoka magica, kaiba (2008), fruits basket, hellsing ultimate

⟢ VIDEOGAMES I LIKE: silent hill (1, 2, 3, 4), yume nikki, resident evil (4, 5, 6), sally face, fran bow, alice madness returns (MY BELOVED😭<3), roblox (i literally only play dress to impress. im not a real gamer im a dress up warrior idgaf)

⟢ OTHER INTERESTS!!: drawing, painting, graphic design/collages, writing poetry, junji ito’s work, i love LOVE LOVEEE FASHION SO MUCH, i like art in general a lot!!, psychology, collecting trinkets (dont think they count as trinkets, but i also love littlest pet shops!!!), music (this one gets a whole entire separate section)

⟢ FAVORITE ARTISTS: mitski (who wouldve guessed…), my chemical romance, pierce the veil, paramore, panic! at the disco (pre-split), hole, jack off jill, pinkpantheress, solya, rob zombie, chappell roan, korn, miranda!, dazey and the scouts, allie x

⟢ OTHER ARTISTS I LIKE: sleeping with sirens, siouxsie and the banshees, the cure, soda stereo, gustavo cerati, red velvet, POiSON GiRL FRiEND, bikini kill, juana rozas, limp bizkit, le tigre, babes in toyland, ca7riel & paco amoroso, linkin park, head automatica, björk, lea jaffe, lady gaga, enon, yves, ARTMS, akira yamaoka, jun togawa, kalafina, nastyona, nenagenix, MUGRE, the dresden dolls, jazmin bean

⟢ SEEN LIVE [ddmmyy]: mitski (2022), miranda! (2023, 2024), pierce the veil (2024), hozier (2024), limp bizkit (2024), seeing linkin park 31/10/25, seeing ptv 12/12/25, seeing mcr 01/02/26 !!!!!

⟢ FAVORITE ALBUMS (not in order):

three cheers for sweet revenge (MCR) (my beloved forever) ❀ lush (mitski) (also my beloved forever) ❀ a fever you can’t sweat out (P!ATD) ❀ Por cesárea (Dillom) ❀ pretty. odd. (P!ATD) ❀ live through this (hole) ❀ selfish machines (PTV) ❀ clear hearts grey flowers (JOJ) ❀ the fame monster (lady gaga) ❀ hellbilly deluxe (rob zombie) ❀ fancy that (pinkpantheress) ❀ jewel box EP (solya) ❀ pretty on the inside (hole) ❀ girl with no face (allie x) ❀ a flair for the dramatic (PTV) ❀ collide with the sky (PTV) ❀ this is why (paramore) ❀ i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (MCR) ❀ TANYA (juana rozas) ❀ bocanada (gustavo cerati) ❀ misadventures (PTV) ❀ lo más cercano a caer (nenagenix) ❀ fontanelle (babes in toyland) ❀ pussy whipped (bikini kill) ❀

❀ pinterest

❀ spotify

❀ spotistats / stats.fm

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thank you for taking the time to read this!!<3 have a great day!!

last updated: 13/06/25 [DDMMYY]

[lady-of-ithilien]

Hello! For the writing asks, 13 and 73 if you’d like? Loving your wip. ❤️

Yay thank you so much for the questions (& for the WIP love)! Sorry for the slower reply, I was in the wilderness the last few days and didn't have reliable signal. I am catching up on messages now :) For the fanfic ask game:

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you:

Honestly, writing my current WIP has got to be it for me. I had wanted to write a long Farawyn fic for so, so many years (I recently found a to-do list for winter break in 2012 and it was on there lol!) but I never really got very far. Indeed, that was true with most writing projects for me from adolescence until recently. I've been writing fic and original fiction for a long time, but I would always follow the same progression: get really excited about an idea, plan it out, start writing, and then lose steam before I could stick the landing. I simply lacked the executive functioning and focus regulation to follow through. My first big turning point with writing came in 2022, when I wrote about 40k words of an original novel. In the end, the idea wasn't very good and the political system probably borrowed more from The Witcher than it ought to have; yet, that experience showed me that I was actually capable of writing something long and creating a story that I cared about. I learned a lot about myself as a writer from that project, and I've been able to build upon those habits to come up with a writing routine that allows me to be successful at seeing my ideas through.

That brings me to this current WIP, which I actually worked up the courage to share publicly (compared to most other of my works, which shall lurk forever in the shadows of my google drive). I've mentioned this in passing, but I've been truly overwhelmed in the best way by the kindness and support of the Tolkien fanfic community. The way y'all have encouraged me, left nice comments, and engaged with such genuine goodwill with my story has been fulfilling to a degree that is almost hard to describe. It's also really helped me keep going through periods of lower bandwidth and writers block. I've been going through a hard time lately professionally, and being able to develop myself as a writer, share a story about a pairing that is so personal and meaningful to me, and then actually get such generous encouragement has truly saved me this year <3 I never could have imagined how positive this would feel, so to say I'm pleasantly surprised is a vast understatement. 73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

Oooh good question! I think it is a mix of both. When I am struggling to write, I try to imagine a movie in my head, as that often helps get me unstuck; I try to describe what I'm visualizing, and usually that helps get things moving again. Yet, I think my best writing comes when I reach a sort of flow state, and the words just come without much effort spent on visualizing the scene. Thank you again for the ask! This was very fun to answer :)

[numberonetacostan]

This is a test. Name the anons. As many as you can remember.

Hi there!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for your submission!! :)

Oh, fennings. Uh. I'm quite bad at tests and I don't want anyone to feel bad if I forget them!!!! But I'll give it a shot. Just remember I love you all and you are all very previous to Loomy and he is very very sorry if he forgets you. I'm seeing anons so only anons with nicknames will be listed, yeah? So if you don't use a nickname/provide a signature (totally okay!!) or do not turn on anon mode you won't be listed but I still love youuuuu!!!! <3

*deep breath in*

moldy

shrimpy

narwhal

swappy

flower

bookwyrm

warrior cats

sparkles

taco/tess (formerly)

seal

jello

cupcake

:P

hot chocolate-drinking brit

sanon

If I forgot you I'm so very sorry and feel free to publicly execute me for it.

[jillianrose305]

yandere obey me

sorry I've been gone for so long let me know if you want a part 2

Ok so this is what I assume who is most likley to be a yandere in obey me shall we date . Top 5 first

1.Mammon.

I know leviathan was supposed to be a yandere but belphagor ended up getting that troupe + that jealousy episode he had.but imagine how easy it would be for him. He's your first . Your his. little d No.2 is in on this which is why he says you and mammon would make a cute couple and asks if yall are dating . All he has to do is complain about feeling unwanted by his brothers and all your attention is back on him just how he wants it. He's greedy for you and your attention and he's the second most powerful but I think its because he doesn't try . He can influence luck we know that so anytime you hang out with his brothers suddenly nothing goes well for you or they have short tempers oh how that must make you feel unwanted but don't worry he's always here for you waiting for you to run back into his arms.

2.barbatos

What you don't think the demon of time would be a yandere? You best believe this boy is making sure everything goes according to plan. Since the moment he sall you he needed to know more thats why on his pocket watch he uses his magic so its a small portal to always see what your doing. He doesn't want to get his hands to messy so he simply turns the clock insanely fast forward on the person lifespan who tried to take you he enjoys watching them panic as they get older and more week its his favriote. Sometimes he goes back in time to watch his favriote moments of you. Since he's basically diavolos actual right hand man he can get away with alot. So don't expect it to be to hard for him to keep you.

3. Leviathan

Ah yes the Avatar of envy he gets so jealous when you give anyone else your attention is he not good enough for you. I think we all Remember the line that went somethng like 'Sometimes i think about forcing you to play a game your bad at and only letting you leave my room once you've completed every aspect of it' I can't remember quite exactly though. He's the Admiral of Hells Navy if you even tried to underestimate him he would quickly show you how wrong you are. Him and Henry 2.0 are the only company you need. I also think he has a body pillow of mc hidden somewhere in his room.

4. Belphagor

Ah yes on of our cannon-ish yanderes of obey me. You know he didn't get much time to spend with you as the others. He just loves you so much. Why can't you understand that? He will use his powers to enchant you to find your way up to the attic just like he did so long ago. But this time he's not making the foolish mistake of letting you leave. He will use his youngest sibling privilege to keep you there. He's gotten good at manipulating you in what ever way works best. Don't you want to cuddle with him and wear matching pajamas? C'mon he can't rest without you in his Arms. You aren't gonna take away sleep from the Avatar of Sloth are you?

5.Diavolo

Future king of the Devildom. What can I say he has always wanted to take you from the brothers and keep you for himself plus we know he will probably need someone to rule along side him. You don't want to take that from him do you? Oh well he will just have to make you marry him. You'll learn to love him as much as you once loved this exchange program. He rules this land he will make sure you are always being watched he can't risk you running off or falling in love with someone else now. No bother though if someone so much as thinks about acting on their crush on you they are being publicly executed for all to see. He keeps there blood in vials in his desk. he won't stop you from having a fan club ad long as he's president of it,he can't stop people from loving you just as long as they don't act on it he will let them live for now.

[gr1ffins]

rereading it again cuz i'm a pervy loser but this right here...

“I can’t figure out if I’m doing something wrong,” You finally manage, voice thick. “You’re supposed to have the answers, aren’t you? Why can’t you tell me what to do next? What comes next?”

xydia u ate omg. this is bratty, but in a way i don't think i've seen in fics before. 'why aren't you helping me? why aren't u doing this for me?' what a cool iteration of a popular fic trope. me lowkey i can self insert so well here yes i WILL be having a wet dream.

ik u once said to never worry about being vulgar in ur asks but sometimes I'm grossed out by myself LMAOOO ur welcome to exile me :( <3

i’m throwing your other ask in here too!! (i’m not sure how to put a “see more…” on an ask, and i always feel bad flooding peoples dashes with the longer asks i get on here. i do treasure my long asks and want to put them all on my fridge and cherish them forever, but i know not everyone wants to see them😭)

so first i’ll go through the longer ask! since you sent it in first:

HELLO SWEETNESS!! i have been so well! just super stressed because my summer classes are tying up! i have the calc exam wednesday, and the final for that class friday (asshole move by the prof but what’s new). sorry i’ve been missing! i’m gonna try to at least repost things more regularly. and i saw your posts, ive been liking them and promising myself that i will read them when i get the chance to sit down properly. you might see me in your notifs under my main account with the blue yugi pic LMAO

SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED TINY VESSELS! i put so much time into it, im relieved that it’s been well received. i never know with these nsfw fics😭 im extra relieved that the translation of griffins emotions through words and actions and especially the sex made sense and was coherent to his character. i think that’s what i struggled with the most tbh

that is the personality of the reader i’m writing for the mc of Crooked Teeth though! it won’t always be bold and precise, but i definitely want to write a character with enough grit to get under griffin’s skin. it’s a calculated front that i’m excited to explore in more depth that i think a lot of people will relate too. you’ll see, trust the process!

all the kinks in that fic were entirely self indulgent. lowkey letting griffin know you like being spanked is SO dangerous bc it’s the only form of pda he tolerates. he won’t hold your hand in public but trust he has no reservations playing a game of whoop ass in front of hermes. always be on guard you never know what he’s plotting

the creampie was for you🙂‍↕️ i remember, trust

many parts of this fic were tailored towards what people have expressed enjoying! the “dear” comments were for el, the creampie was for you, the bickering was for circi, the conflict towards the beginning was for scrumdiddly, and so on. i really do listen to what you guys tell me and try to make it count. we’re such a small community and im so grateful for all the support i’ve gotten, i like to try and give back where i can

you have been added to the taglist for sure!! crooked teeth will be the next piece i work on, and i will hopefully have the first chapter out sometime in late july once i’ve gotten majority of the chapters prewritten! in the meantime i think i might open headcanon requests so i can continue providing content, but i’ll have to see!

bratty reader… i’m glad someone sees my hidden propaganda agenda. i love brats. it’s a brats world. always project yourself onto the bratty tendencies i give my reader characters.

AND NEVER CONTAIN YOUR FREAK💔 sometimes i have to laugh in astonishment at the asks or comments i get, but remind yourself who wrote the fic in the first place and all doubts should melt away. you won’t out-freak me you can’t. if i posted all the ideas i really wanted to explore with griffin i would be publicly executed i swear

[mastielx]

hello ! Sorry to bother you but I feel like if there’s someone who has recipes it would be you 😂 so do you know if misha and emily knew each other before they went public? I read somewhere that they were close [ misha vicki emily ] so please please if you have something tell me

Oh hey! so yeah, they knew each other way before. Emily was the executive director of Lydia Place (a non-profit corporation for homeless) for a decade so naturally she will be connected to misha (random acts) as they both work to support charity causes 🤍

misha vicki emily they met couple of times (publicly) for fundraising!

• 2017

• 2020

both Misha and Emily stand for the same things, has the same beliefs and understanding of each other’s personalities. they fit well! and misha seems happy with her so, happy for Him 🤍

& bless vicki wherever she’s <3

[the-kr8tor]

Okay, so I’m still working on Chapter 3 for my story, but I will get it done 😭 just need to get over my writers block.

However, I keep having this angst scenario with Hobie that keeps conflicting with me, and I can’t get it out of my head until I write it out to somebody.

So…sorry in advance if this pains you like it pains me 🥲

So R is an heir to a kingdom, and Hobie is a secret rebel spy from a revolutionary group acting as a servant/ outside staff (like a gardener or something) for the castle, and they accidentally meet each other by chance. Hobie at first befriends R to find a way to find any secrets that could overthrow the royal family, but they soon start to get closer and grow close…

He starts to get some doubts after a while, growing protective of R, but he can’t back out because he knows too much of the rebels’ plans, so he tries to make his own plans to find a way to hide R and run away with him before the revolution starts.

Only the revolution starts earlier than he anticipated, and he tries to get to R in time while the army captures the rest of the royal family. He finds R in time and tries to escape with them, but the army catches up with them and takes them away from each other, with R looking heartbroken and betrayed finding out that Hobie was a spy this whole time, before they take her to the dungeons with her family before they get publicly executed.

Hobie finally finds R in their own cell—defeated and resigned to their fate. Hobie tries to break R out of the cell and have them run away with him, but R just wants to stay with their family until the end. R then just quietly confesses to Hobie that they love him, but they already accepted that their feelings are unrequited and that he doesn’t have to pretend that he likes them anymore, breaking his heart in the process.

Before he could confess his own feelings, some of the rebels come in to take the princess to the guillotine, and he could only watch with heartbreak as R follows her family to their demise.

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I can’t write out an execution scene, I won’t do that to you 🥲

- 😅

(ahhhh i thought i already answered this but it was actually just in my mind smh)

Don't worry I'll patiently wait for it!

OQNSJAZBWJSODMS OKAY THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

Like I can totally see hobie being like this rebel whose mind is so set in toppling the monarchy down until r! He still wants the monarchy out of there but for some reason he really wants this one royal to be safe (preferably in his arms)

Noooo he was too late!!! This reminded me of the story of Anastasia (the real one)

GAHHHH I can just imagine the look on r's face when they realised that it was Hobie's plan that would get their entire family killed and then too 😔

Brooo i had a feeling that r wouldn't leave after that 😭😭😭 r died without knowing that hobie loved them too 😭 (tear my heart into pieces would u)

*laughs evily* I would write it muahahaha 😈

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BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thank you to both @bttf-dork and @future-boi for tagging me in this ;w; also pika ur comments about my art WAHHHH ILYSM <33 oTL

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Since I only hopped on this time train towards the final third of the year lol: fully all the way through, at least 4! Otherwise I've jumped around a lot while looking for clips and references and stuff. So if I stitch all those together, then we'll say approx 5ish :) The first movie is my favorite one!

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what?

Noooo, I don't really have any merch for things I like, actually... it gives me too much anxiety to publicly show my interests ;w;

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

None LOL I don't really drink soda to begin with, but if I do, I prefer white (lemon lime) soda anyway :P

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

I'm going to be honest, I... don't read fanfic very much. 🫣 I usually end up creating my own stuff (art/writing) when I have free time vs looking at other people's, which ik I need to get better at T_T So I don't have a loooot to rec... that being said I MUST shout out "Emmett's first weather expirement." by @alex-a-fans !!! <3 It is my greatest treasure of the year <333

I also really liked "incredible" by @penny-anna, which I read before I officially entered le fandom ;w; lone pine doc and baby marty my beloveds !!!!!

Finally, like basically all of the Doctober prompts from @doctorbrown *O* Days 8, 22, and 30 are some of my favorites, but I really recommend them all oTL theyre SOOO GOOOOOD !!!!!

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

See: everything I reblogged. Jk but fr, everyone is so so talented it's really hard to choose :'0 Here's a bunch of some of my faves in no particular order!!

[x] from @hearts-for-winona | [x] from @maxintime | [x] from @future-boi | [x] from @bttf-dork | [x] from @synthsays and @daryfromthefuture | [x] from @therobotwig | [x] from @22194isbestboy | [x] from @mythical-bookworm | [x] from @mkayeatsspaghetii | [x] from @tobytost / @tobytost-star

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

Yes I did !!! It is actually the most fan content I've ever made for a fandom since I was in... maybe junior high? So like YUH. Tbh, it's very difficult for me to find what you would call 'pride' in my art so ehh >_>; that being said, I do think that I had a lot of good IDEAS for Doctober (esp days 19 and 28), but my execution wasnt really the best. I would have liked to draw days 17 and 24 (+ time travel day) a little more properly too; like, I'm not as disappointed at how they turned out, but I still wish they were better and/or I could have given them more time. The ones I most actually-tried-and-dont-mind are days 7, 9, and 21 + under the sea dance day. (So many links was probably cheating but tbf I've kinda bent the rules for the past few questions so... whatevs lol). I've ALSOOO still been working on my godforsaken essay, it is 40 pages rn but even tho it's not done, I'm INSANELY proud of it Q_Q

How many times were you late for school this year?

None! B) For one thing I'm graduated lol, but also I'm typically early gang. I'm that person who'd sit in the classroom by myself for like 5 minutes before everyone else would show up LMBO ^^;

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Yess I did!! A... lot actually :0 Most of them were by chance/pre bttf era, but still :P Here is my list as well as I could find, sorry it is soooo long, but what are ya gonna do:

Star Wars/The Mandalorian; The Addams Family (1991); The Tale of Desperaux (2008); Cyberchase; & Clue (1985) -- Christopher Lloyd, havent rewatched the latter 3 since I was a kid and literally went :0 to learn he apparently was in them. Also Kings Quest (2015) which isn't a movie/show but I think it counts uwu

Stuart Little (1999) -- Michael J. Fox, which also rocked my world to discover O_O like hearing it now I'm like "yeah thats him alright" but as a kid I would never have been able to tell you that was the same guy from that time travel movie, despite watching both way too much LMBO

Elf (2003) & Last Vegas (2013) -- Mary Steenburgen, nothing much to say except that she slayed ^_^

Love at the Christmas Table (2012) -- Lea Thompson, I didn't care for it and was shouting "LEA GET OUT OF THIS MOVIE, UR BETTER THAN THIS" like the whole time lol.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) & Curious George (2006) -- apparently these have Donald Fullilove (Goldie Wilson) in them? Same w Jason Scott Lee (Whitey) in Lilo & Stitch (2002)??? And Star Wars/Kenobi show apparently had Flea (Needles)????? ...HUH.

I binged both the entirety of Law and Order: SVU as well as Seinfeld this year w my sister; apparently Mary Steenburgen, Lea Thompson, & Casey Siemaszko (3-D) are in at least one episode of the former, while Elsa Raven (Clocktower Lady) and Ricky Dean Logan (Data) are apparently in a random episode of Seinfeld each. So like, technically I saw them, tho I don't distinctly remember it :'D Also, I have been making my way through Little House on the Prairie recently, which has Matt Clark (Chester the Bartender) in a few episodes !

Finally finally finally, I watched I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore (2017), as well as the LOTR trilogy like. Twice? And they all have Elijah Wood of course >:3c

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

None in the wild, no :P But I did end up being in the top 0.1% of listeners for Huey Lewis this year... so UHHHHH take that as u will LMBO

How many times did you fall down this year?

Hmmm idk?? Probably at least 1 I would think ???

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

Nooo, I didn't even know it existed until like October !!! It looks super fun but atm/last I checked it doesn't come to where I live so :( I should listen to the soundtrack soon!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

At least three times, and then probably a few times I'm forgetting :P

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

The year in general is definitely "Oh great, the atrocity channel!" LMBO (but when hasn't it been since like... 2020? 2016???). For me personally, I think it's either "I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection." or "Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anything, don't do anything, don't interact with anyone, and try not to look at anything." ^^;

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I think I'm going to try to post more of the things I make, like my art and especially my writing ;w; Most of the time I'm quite George-ish and am too scared to put any of my stuff out there, for fear that no one will like it, so... I need to get better about that. Also I'd LIKE to get a full-time job and my own place some time next year, but we will see !!!

Idrk who to tag :0 ik @brinkle-brackle @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans have already been tagged but havent technically done it yet... maybe also @backintime @tobytost @ectojester @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 @itsthemorph @doctorbrown @knickynoo and @fourth-dimensional-thinker :) but no pressure to do it, just didnt catch if youd been tagged or not!

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Spooky!!!!! Can you plz share your thoughts on Neve Campbell returning to scream? 👀

(Sorry if you've answered this already!)

Ps I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ur series so much - ur writing is SOOOO good 🥹 The last chapter tore out my HEART but has me kicking my feet GIGGLING at the same time - I genuinely wish u the absolute best bc you are AMAZING 💗

OMG THANK YOU!! I appreciate that especially since I was lowkey a bit weary of even adding Billy and YN at the end but damn we're 4 books in this has to happen eventually 😭🥴 I swear that the latest chapter is actually done (Just proofreading) but the plot is so heavy so damn 'wtf' that I'm writing the next chapter because I wanna make sure this pieces together smoothly cause there is no going back afterwards. So I swear I ain't dragging my feet TOO much 😅 But I'm giddy and nervous to post bc omg I don't think yall are ready 😗🤭

That is...just complicated. I love the idea of Sidney returning but not for this movie simply because of how they handled Melissa. Idc what side of the aisle you're on firing someone for speaking their mind on their Insta instead of being a meek media darling will always rub me the wrong way.

ANNNNDDD these Producers and Executives have lowkey butchered Scream in so many ways since Wes Craven passed and the fact that they made Sidney have less screen time in 5 not only for ageism in my humble opinion and money hungry greed to replace her with younger actresses no one asked for (Sorry I was all pissed they killed Dewey just to replace him with Chad even if I love Chad and got rid of Neve for the sake of 'new chapter' bs with a Billy's daughter trope if they were gonna do that they should've went with Scream 4's original plot IMO OR Sidney's daughters and Mark etc)

THEN by 6 we got very use to them and Sam became a beloved character that we could live with her and Tara being the new final girls just to shitcan them (Jenna walked from what I remember good for her) over an opinion that wasn't stated rudely or anything just talking about the kids involved in this war and they treat her as badly as they did Neve cutting Neve's pay and tossing her aside just for Neve to agree to come back???

Man, I'm sorry I am not a Neve lover nor hater but my pride could never. Guess that's why I'm not in Hollywood or loaded bc I would NEVER sign onto a movie that publicly humiliated me by basically saying I'm not worth the pay, then treating a younger co-star so poorly, then signing back on because they paid me what I should've probably gotten paid in the first place. My Manager and PR team could bite me...Probably why I'm a struggling artist instead lol

I do not hate Neve for this choice because ik money is money but it's disappointing.

And honestly? I have BEEN vocal how Scream 5 is by far my least favorite and they suckered us in with nostalgia and Scream 6 was GREAT except for the ending with the killers being so...Wattpad to be blunt coming from a wattpad fanfic writer. Hate or love Jill Roberts but she was a great Ghostface and it's so OBVIOUS what movies Craven worked on versus not. The killers in 6 COULD have been great too had it not been for them related to Richie (Who is my least favorite GF by far) and how fanfiction both latest installments feel with reveals. Scream 3 did too but Scream 3 purposely did not take itself seriously while 5 and 6 did except for Mindy as comic relief.

Of course this is my opinion and thank you for asking I'm honored you wanna hear my rinky dink opinion but I am not looking forward to 7. Scream 6 may not be my favorite but it is top 3 for me up until the reveal and Sam letting go of the mask and choosing a path to the future feels like the perfect ending! Franchise is done! Move on!

These movies are not like Friday the 13th of TCM with new victims these are stories tying in the victims and making 7 with the political climate rn and how they got rid of THE TWO NEW FINAL GIRLS just to beg Sidney to make a comback while probably having the safest most generic plot with how many changes they probably had to make after the characters were gotten rid of.

I'm just not hyped for Scream 7 and probably won't watch it. Ya know, all good things have to come to an end. Even this fic in time has to end. And I think the execs bit off more than they can chew and are backpedaling instead of doing the reasonable thing and canceling and I hate that Neve and some writers etc are on board still

And let's be real; Scream is getting less believable with tech. 96? Yeah, I could see it! 2000's? Sure! But 2020 onward? With smartphones and smarthomes and ringdoorbells and dna collected its time to say good bye to something that has to move on! Scream 6 did a descent job with the multiple GF and Scream 4 despite me not liking it they did it best as far as preparing future Scream for the murders. Not to get away with it but to be caught and sell the footage. They SERIOUSLY could've ended at 4 and I would accept it :/

But whatever, they're still decent movies but 7 is just one I have no interest in truly watching. For me personally but thank you for asking and listening to me rant and hopefully if you want cheesy overdone meta tropes my fic will do the trick rather than the movies 😅🤞🖤

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HELLO!!!! Next oc I’m showing off is Cotton Ruby Bardot 🐗❤️‍🔥

She is my FAVORITE!!! I’ve reworked both her appearance and her character a lot since I started her. She’s my first ever OC and she was made around 2021. She is so silly and I love her.

Anyways, some info about her!!

-She’s 23 years old

-She’s 5’7

-She was born into Aerilon’s royal family. She has two siblings, one older and one younger. Both her parents are still alive and present. Aerilon is the only ruling kingdom in the Inferno Realm.

- She has earned her place in the family, and oversees the kingdom’s military due to her dedication. She is passionate about her role and her kingdom. She holds a very strict policy with her soldiers, and most of them respect her for it.

- She’s a very good swordsman.

- She’s bad at math.

- Nobody knows this about her, but she loves baking. It’s her favorite hobby. However, she doesn’t want to be seen as weak so she keeps it secret. She’ll wear shady clothing and makeup, wear a wig, and go to the Sea Realm once a month just to socialize with other bakers. It’s really the only thing she looks forward to anymore. She loves her kingdom, but having “friends” that see her as a person and not a title is one of the best things she has ever experienced. She goes by the name “Cecilia” when she goes to these. It’s a miracle she’s never been caught by anyone in the palace or by any outsiders.

- Her favorite baked good is toaster strudels.

-She doesn’t have a favorite food, but she loves anything spicy.

-She has MAJOR trust issues.

- The jewel she has on her forehead was gifted to her by her great-grandmother. These gems are passed down the royal family and offer great power to the person who wields it. Once it’s absorbed into your energy, it becomes part of you until the day you die. It’s a ruby, hence the middle name. The ruby allows her to control fire. She can fully control her power now, but when she was younger the most she could muster was a spark.

-She’s a morning person.

-Tattoos are a cultural thing for boarbacks. (That’s her species- side note there are so many different types of people as far as my ocs and this universe go I’m so sorry 😭) It’s custom that once you know what you’re gonna do, you get a tattoo that represents it. Cotton’s fate had been pre decided by her family, but her family didn’t want to tattoo her until she had proved herself. Once she had, there was a ceremony held for her tattooing. Same for her older sister.

-She’s very strong.

-She’s very humble.

-She is much better at taking action than talking. She sweats like crazy when giving speeches because of this.

-She snorts really bad when she laughs. This is common among boarbacks, but still really silly to point out.

There are definitely twenty billion things I’m forgetting to add to this but it’s whatever. CONNECTIONS TIME (you do NOT know all these people yet<3):

Carly Scantz: ???

Carly was her childhood best friend. They met when they were around 7-8 years old. At the time, Carly was a shy little noble. They clicked and grew very close very fast. Carly’s father (Jim Scantz) had been working with revolutionaries by spying on King Luther (Cotton’s father) to overthrow him. Luther decided to make an example of him by publicly executing him. Carly became an orphan, but her and Cotton remained good friends on account of the fact that it wasn’t her fault.

One night, the two met up. They were 17 at this point. Cotton got caught sneaking out to see her, and Luther banished Cotton from seeing Carly- or Carly would be banished from Aerilon and killed if she came back. Cotton was heartbroken. Cotton was forced to turn her phone in to Luther. When Cotton had been given a new messenger, she instructed her not to let any messages from Carly come her way, and vowed never to talk to her again so Carly wouldn’t be at risk. It was okay if Carly and her never got to speak again if she lived, right?

Cotton misses her every day.

The more Cotton thinks about her, the more she is reminded she no longer knows what Carly looks like.

Jennifer: Messenger

Cotton holds a lot of trust in Jennifer. She sees her at every baking get-together she attends, often accompanied by a bubbly noble she’s spoken with briefly. She wishes she could reveal her identity to her and be friends with her without the disguise- and maybe that noble too, but she believes it’s too risky to get close enough to anyone in case her father may threaten those bonds as well.

Cotton also buys Jennifer’s wax seal kits. She takes a genuine interest in her business and wishes the best for it.

Renn: Noble

Just a girl she sees at her baking get togethers. Cotton struggles to remember her name. They’ve spoken about 4 times now. She seems nice, though. Cotton would like to get to know her better.

Hotchkiss: Rank 1 Soldier

He’s the worst and we (collective- both me and her) hate him. He’s the soldier that caught Cotton meeting up with Carly, and ratted as soon as they got back. I hate him so bad. She also hates him so bad. However, he is in her father’s favor. He’s even considering ranking him up soon- whatever that might mean. He doesn’t respect Cotton in the slightest. Cotton would kill him where he stands if she could.

Zara: Advisor

Zara isn’t someone Cotton trusts, even though they spend a lot of time together. Zara is just… too cheery. Cotton believes that there’s gotta be something more sinister behind that. She tries to be as intimidating as possible around Zara to intimidate her but unfortunately Zara remains a ray of sunshine. Zara’s job is to attend meetings with Cotton to offer an unbiased perspective and make sure all parties are comfortable with any final decisions made. Zara was appointed to Cotton by Iena.

Amata: Princess of Krakhozia

Amata and her exchange letters every now and again for updates on the alliance of both kingdoms, and in most letters they exchange casual conversation. She has never seen the Princess’s face, but is always delighted to see Amata’s letters in her mailbox. Amata was the first princess Cotton had sent a letter to at around 15, as it is required to affiliate yourself with the other realms, and Krakhozia had the best reputation out of the three overworld kingdoms. Cotton believes Amata is trustworthy, but she was taught not to trust other royals so she doesn’t want to get her hopes up for camaraderie, but it doesn’t hurt to fantasize.

Wool: Older Sister

Wool and Cotton aren’t that close. They used to get along great when they were younger, but as the two were given more and more responsibilities, they grew distant. There’s still love there, but it’s only because they are family.

Leather: Baby Brother

Cotton has stepped up and took a more motherly role for Leather, seeing as though her parents and older sister are a lot busier than she is, and she doesn’t want the nannies doing all the work. She wants Leather to actually recognize his family when he sees them. Leather is seven years old at this point, and their bond is practically unbreakable. Cotton would fight to the death for this kid. Sometimes he mistakenly calls her mom. She wishes he didn’t.

Luther: The King / Her Father

She loathes him, point blank. They don’t talk to each other at all unless they need to- like at festivals and stuff like that. Even then, Cotton avoids being in his vicinity so she doesn’t have to interact with him.

Iena: The Queen / Her Mother

She loves her mother, and respects her position. Cotton doesn’t understand why Iena puts up with Luther, but is grateful she is able to keep his very obvious anger issues at bay. There is real love between her parents, somehow.

There are definitely some facts and characters I’m missing but that’s okay. Everything will be out eventually! Thanks for reading if you did- I know it was a lot. LOVE Y’ALLLLLL<333

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LPBW’s Jacob Roloff Explains Why He ‘Didn’t Press Charges’ Against His Abuser: ‘It Is Extremely Difficult’

Little People, Big World alum Jacob Roloff opened up about his history with childhood sexual abuse during an Instagram Q&A on Monday, January 3.

“Why didn’t you press charges against your abuser?” one fan began, referring to Roloff’s alleged abuser, Chris Cardamone, who worked on the TLC reality series from 2007 to 2010. Roloff was between the ages of 10 and 13 years old during that time.

“It does help explain your absence. I’ve often wondered what really happened … and especially since you were a child, how much you got to say. I am just so sorry you had to experience that, but I’m glad you’re on the other side of it,” the fan added. “You named names and you’re holding them accountable. I hope to God that man has been arrested or at least had to pay for what he did.”

"Appreciate the sentiment. Unfortunately, and I think this is important for others to know, too, it is extremely difficult to pursue any legal action because of a system built to make it that way. He won’t receive any repercussions except for perhaps socially from my post,” Roloff, 24, who left Little People, Big World, in 2016, responded.

“A cruel world and a joke of legal system! Just emphasizes that we should, in general, believe victims,” the Oregon native continued. “If they cannot find closure through legal action (the most common outcome), they should at least be able to find support and validation in the people around them!”

In December 2020, Roloff, who shares son Mateo Tomás with wife Isabel Rock, accused Cardamone of molesting him.

“It is often much easier to think about things than it is to talk about them, and so this disclosure has been delayed, but through that delay I have found the fortitude and words. As a child, after what I realize now was a long grooming process, I was molested by an executive field producer for Little People, Big World, Chris Cardamone,” he wrote at the time.

“I do not expect to provide details of this encounter at any point publicly. I do hope he is never allowed around children again. I choose to disclose it now as it remains a traumatic memory that needs to be exorcised of any further power over my development,” Roloff explained.

“By revealing this, I may be more fully understood and my perspective on issues such as child sexual abuse, child exploitation and the collateral costs of reality television may be received more clearly. Although, I would have to add that this experience has not solely defined my point of view on any of these issues, nor has it defined my worldview in general,” the father of one concluded, noting that he “needed silence and time” to process his experience.

Following Roloff’s post, TLC came forward with a statement. “TLC was just informed about an alleged encounter that occurred years ago involving a third party connected to the production of Little People, Big World. We are saddened and troubled by this very serious allegation, and TLC will work cooperatively with the authorities,” the network wrote at the time. “Our main focus remains on supporting the Roloff family during this very difficult time.”

According to The U.S. Sun, Cardamone pleaded guilty to an unrelated child sex crime in 2008 and served 73 days in jail.

“In September 2008, a child molestation investigation was conducted by Sheriff’s deputies and detectives,” a public information officer for the Santa Clara, California, sheriff’s office told the outlet. “The suspect, Christopher Cardamone, was ultimately arrested and booked into the Main Jail in San Jose for felony lewd and lascivious acts with a minor.”