#soffocate

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Discussione di Oggi lunedì, 05 agosto 2024

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

me: hmm this whole wheezing and choking on phlegm thing to the point I’m having breathing (like always) kinda reminds me of when I had Covid…

me: IF I GOT FUCKING COVID AGAIN I WILL FUCKING RIOT, I DONT WEAR A MASK EXACTLY ALL THE TIME AND NOW I START FUCKIN SOFFOCATI AGAIN??? Fuck this shit

[healthydoseofhedonism]

my when i cant make art because my stupid thumb is stupid and broken

[fotomossa]

Una di quelle serate che solo essere stretto col muso al tuo seno mentre ti dico quanto sei bella e speciale e quanto sono stupido io e sentire la tua voce che cambia se ti mordicchio, può salvare

per dimenticare le cose meno belle

[classystarfishdreamer]

Amedeo Giordano, la scrittura è la ninfa vitale

Amedeo Giordano, laureando in filologia moderna ha pubblicato il suo primo libro da pochi mesi e già disponibile alla casa editrice L’Argolibro di Agropoli. Per tradizione avrei dovuto essere medico, invece, dato che si ritiene in tutti i sensi, fuori dagli schemi ha rotto questa tradizione. L’abbbiamo conosciuto e intervistato per voi. Amedeo Giordano ama la filologia? Amo la scrittura, sotto…

[bluebipples]

having trauma response can be so fuckin weird sometimes like what do you mean i can’t tighten a belt past a certain point without having a panic attack

[bruhhxiao]

Does it hurt?

(Sfw)

Sal Fisher x gn!reader

! Warnings: older(adult) Sal fisher, self doubt, no Y/N used, English is not my first language!

Summary: You and Sal have been into each other for a while now but non of you two confessed your feelings. You two are laying on his bed after the party that Larry hosted in their now shared apartment.

(I toke this picture on Pinterest but I’m pretty sure it’s from> makichoali on Tumblr)

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You were laying on his bed after the party since no one seemed to pick up the phone and come get you Larry offered to stay over, but the most surprising thing is that Sal offered to shared the bed.

You knew some of his past, Larry has told you, it didn’t came by itself you asked him about Sal after the rumors you heard in school and you grew older without the need to hear it from him, you knew it hurt.

You sat on the edge of the bed when the door was suddenly opened by Sal, he was shirtless for a few seconds before he grabbed a clean t-shirt from his closet and wore it without paying attention to you, he passed some clothes to you as well.

“The bathroom is free” he said simply, you toke the clothes thanking him and head to the bathroom after.

When you returned there was no sign of him, just a pillow missing from the bed, you sat on the soft mattress just to find out he was laying on the floor on the left side of the bed. You leaned over to the end of the left side of the bed.

“Sal what are you doing?”

“You can take the bed, the couch it’s pretty messed up and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said without even turning around.

“I’m not uncomfortable, please come lay on the bed. I’ll turn around if it bothers you”

“I’m not bothered by you”

He sits moving the blanket a little and he crosses his legs while his feet play under the fabric,

“When I was younger… they told you already, didn’t they?”

“Yes, yes Larry told me don’t get mad at him, i’m the one who asked”

He stood up and he brought his hands behind his head, you only realized when you heard the sound of the mask hooks opening. His face was covered by his long electric blue hair as he looked down, he wasn’t too skinny, he had some muscle on the biceps, probably from playing the electric guitar.

He managed to sit down without showing his face, he took some cream to heal the scars from the nightstand next to the bed, he didn't need it since the accident was quite a while ago, maybe he used it to hydrate his skin and make it less rough? or perhaps he hoped that by applying it over time they would become less noticeable.

The smell of medicine coming from the cream woke you up from your thoughts. He put the cream down where he got it from. You could see through his hair the area of ​​his cheek with some loose cream on it.

You caressed the ruined skin with your right hand, you felt him jolt under your touch, you did also. “Does it hurt?”

When you asked if your touch hurt him he denied but you didn’t expect him to turn around, he was incredibly handsome, his blue eye looked like the clear sky, the scar from his right eye to the chin looked like a lightning, the right side of the mouth torn wasn’t scary at all…

“You’re disgusted? You’re scared?”

He says as he notices you freezing as you examined his face, he turns his head looking down while trying to avoid your hand touching his face.

“I like you.” You said firmly but you could feel the hot tears making their way in your eyes.

He was the one froze after your confession. You saw how his shoulders tensed up and his fists clenching on his pajama pants. He shove his head.

“Do you? Or you just pity me?”

“I don’t, I truly like you” you said sounding like you were about to soffocate by the felling of your heart in your throat.

“You shouldn’t, what are you going to do when they start talking of you liking a monster like me? I’ve done a lot of bad things, your reputation will be ruined”

“You’re not a monster to me..”

You said cupping his right cheek making him turn back to you, you leaned closer to the point he would feel the warm sensation of your lips on his cheek. He dried your tears with his thumb, your hand travelled to his cheek to the nape of his neck pulling him into your embrace. You sat on your knees while your left hand strokes his hair.

“You feel just like her, when she hugged me..”

“But I don’t want to see you as my mother. I want to live it with you” he continued.

“I like you a lot. You never gave me a second look when we first met, you never tried to make up assumptions about my past, you never saw me like a monster. They way you call me or they way you wave at me after our hang out with the others.” He wrapped his arms around you, his face snuggling in your neck.

You push him slightly away.

“Sal it’s 3 a.m we should rest.”

You lay down so he does, next to you on his pillow he grabbed from the floor. You two were facing each other, he dried you tears once again. He rested his left hand on your waist as you caressed left side of his face.

“You know you’re very handsome..”

“to you..”

“to me. Maybe for someone else too but I’m lucky to tell you tonight”

“I heard from Ashely you asked Larry to give you some guitar lessons..”

“true”

“Can I teach you?” He moves closer to you, your foreheads almost touching.

“I would love that…”

Your imagination of Sal teaching you how to play a guitar was interrupted by Sal himself, his lips pressed against yours. His left hand leaves your waist and rests against your neck as he pulls you closer, the kiss was slow but passionate, his touch was firm but delicate. He could hear your heart beat so you did with his.

He pushed you so close to the point he got on top, his hands seeking yours. intertwine his fingers with yours. He broke the kiss a few seconds later. He presses his forehead against yours, you could feel his breath shaking.

“I don’t want to hurt you..”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sal”

He kisses the beige of your nose and he lays next to you, you turn on your left side so you could face him, your leg under his and his leg under yours. His arms wrap around you and you can feel is long fingers tightening the fabric of the t-shirt he gave you like he didn’t want you to go. His breath calming down slowly, you press your forehead against his like it’s a safe signal between you two.

The next morning you wake up past 10 am. You felt the fresh air against your stomach, since the t-shirt was slightly showing a bit of skin, and your legs as well; next time ask Sal for longer pants. Thinking of Sal you open your eyes only to be blinded by the light from the window he opened to change the airflow, you spot Sal sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed while he was playing with his gear boy. You notice he wasn’t wearing his prosthesis.

You push yourself up with your arm as your rubber your eyes with the right hand.

“morning” he says

His always always so calm, the same tone but heartwarming the same time. He places the gear boy on the night stand and balances himself on his elbow just like you.

“Are you down for the first guitar lesson? But I think breakfast first sounds good for you.”

You smile at him and he kisses your forehead after. He gets up and grabs a hoodie for you.

“To be honest, you’ll hate my cooking skills”

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Heloo since it’s October and my favorite streamer is currently playing Sally face, I asked myself “why don’t I write for my childhood crush?” Yes y’all he is still today, well not gonna lie I have a weakness for creepy characters :3.

Hope you enjoyed and remember English is not my first language so don’t make me cry okay 😜. Have a good day/night. And my requests are open but it might take a while since I write for them because I got a chaotic busy life, sending a lot of love byeeee<3

[judes-hoe]

Could you write something where Jude encourages you to sit on his face. But you’re really scared to because you have juicy thighs. So he drags you by the legs and lifts you on top of him and completely devours you as in penetrating you with his tongue aswell. And you squirt everywhere. He doesn’t stop tho he continues to eats your groceries aswell. And you about to pass out ☺️

Jude encouraging you for the past 3 days to sit on his face, but you have a bit bigger thighs than some other girls do your scared and don’t wanna soffocate him. But your currently sat on his lap while he’s laid down making out with him and he takes advantage and pulls your skimpy shorts off with your panties. You thought he was just gonna finger you, what you didn’t expect was him to pull you up to his face, you let out a yelp. He starts to eat you out which made you grip onto his head. His nose nudging your clit, his tongue penetrating you just right. He makes your cum twice until you get that different feeling that’s he’s made you feel a lot more than a few times that’s for sure, he sucked your clit and that set you off and you started squirting all over his face your thighs clenching around his em head and he was just lapping it up like it was his last meal. He pulled you off carefully and set you next to him, you saw his from his nose down glistening in your juices. He cleaned himself and you up before he came back to lay with you.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

[raccontidialiantis]

Il fondo, in fondo…

Si: te lo dicono tutti. Tutti quelli pieni di buonsenso. Ma intanto adesso senti un chiodo al costato. Però alla fine, quando pure questa sarà passata avrai avuto l'ennesima conferma che la vita non è altro che una serie lunghissima di dune: arrivato in cima alla prossima a costo di duri sacrifici, ti senti padrone del mondo. Quello è proprio il momento in cui tutto viene rimesso in discussione e inizi a precipitare. Nuovamente. A volte di colpo, altre lentamente. Sino a toccare il fondo.

E lì il luogo comune direbbe che c'è ancora dinamica per… scavare. Non è così: toccare il fondo è ciò che ti fa riscoprire quello che vale davvero. Ciò che ti mantiene umile e discrimina le persone e i valori davvero importanti per te. Toccare il fondo vuol dire fare un bagno nell’umiltà e piegare le gambe per darti una bella spinta, in modo da tornare a galla. Non esiste nessuno che veramente viva quella che comunemente si definisce una bella vita. Esistono solo prove differenti per ciascuna anima.

È un percorso di crescita diverso per ciascuno e tutti studiamo con impegno, all'Università della Terra. Non c'è una durata standard del piano di studi a cui fare riferimento, né una qualche garanzia di risultato. Non puoi comprarti un esame né scegliere l'appello. O le materie, i professori. Ti arriva la prossima prova davanti ai piedi come un pacco che devi scartare e ne sei sempre spiazzato.

Te lo fanno apposta: per vedere come reagisci. Se fossi preparato infatti, significherebbe che già ci sei passato, già coosci il risultato del test e quindi avrebbe valore zero, per il punteggio dell'anima. A volte ti fanno arrivare un regalo: che serve a non farti scoraggiare, a vederti sorridere. A rilassare il tuo percorso per un po'.

Ma non è così che cresci; non è così che provi sensazioni, emozioni. Odio, amore, paura, desiderio, passione, attrazione, disperazione, resurrezione. E poi lacrime, sorrisi, risate e grida di dolore soffocate o urlate: tutti veri e propri tesori, racchiusi nella dinamica e nei battiti del tuo cuore.

Perché forse l'hai scordato, o forse nessuno qui te l'ha ancora detto: tu sei una fonte di luce. Un diamante inscalfibile, un pezzetto di un'energia senza tempo né spazio. Un umile fante dell'esercito della luce che qui sulla Terra cerca gli elementi utili per tornare a casa, prima o poi.

L'avrai letto, da qualche parte: non sei un corpo che ha un'anima, ma un'anima a cui è dato un corpo per una breve gita su questo mondo. E poi ancora e ancora. Goditela. Sii presente a te stesso e compi le scelte che ti sembreranno più giuste, in buona fede. Nel bene e nel male. E soprattutto non dimenticarti dell'amore, che nei momenti bui ti salva.

Amore dichiarato, amore contrastato, amore impossibile, amore segreto, amore indecente, amore per i figli, amore per la vita che infine ti sfugge di mano: non esiste amore che non valga la pena vivere. E rispettare. Facci caso: anche dopo una storia finita male, non esiste nessuno che comunque non ringrazi Iddio. Tu non farai certo eccezione, col tuo bellissimo sorriso amaro di oggi. Me lo fai un sorriso, si?

RDA

[marsplastic13]

Knock knock - Part 1

pairings: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

summary: The door of the infirmary was slightly open, and Jesper could hear Kaz and Vik's voices. Were they laughing? The boy got closer trying to be as quiet as possible, from the narrow space left from the door he could see them reflected on the mirror. Kaz was sitting on the desk, while the girl was looking between all the bottles and medical supplies. "Saints Kaz, sometimes I think you get all this beat up just to spend some time with me" Jesper frowned, were they flirting? Kaz smiled, smiled?, while looking at his feet "Maybe I do" WHAT?

Tw: mentions of violence, referenced drug use, referenced sex

"Vik.. Vik we're back" Jesper touched the girl's shoulder to wake her up. She was all curled up on an armchair near the fireplace, an anatonomy book with a really gruesome picture was balanced on her lap. "How can she fall asleep reading this stuff?" Asked Jesper turning towards Kaz. "We just beat a man almost to death, Jesper" said the boy raising his eyebrows. "That's a really valid point. Vik come one wake up". The girl bolted on her feet, eyes wide open, letting the big book fall on Jesper's foot, who let out a soffocated groan. "You scared the hell out of me Jes" Vik tightened the blanket around herself, steading her breath. "What time is it?" "Almost three bells" said Kaz leaning over the armchair to lift a bit of weight from is bad leg. "Why are you so late? Did something happen?" She was looking between the two boys rather worried. "Job was fine, and thanks to my hero right there that took all the punches for me, even my beautiful face is fine" Jesper gestured to Kaz, he sighed and turn himself towards the fire's light. He had a cut above his eyebrow and his jaw was becoming a weird shade of purple. "Saints Kaz" the girl made a few steps to take a better look of his face "Come on, let's patch you up, Jesper do you need anything, love?" She looked at him over her shoulder while following Kaz to the improvised room they used as an infirmery. "Don't worry dear, just going straight to bed. 'Night boss".

Halfway through the stairs leading to his room at The Slat, Jesper remembered the marvealous sleeping pills that sometimes he convinced Vik to give him, and he went back to try his luck.

The door of the infirmary was slightly open, and Jesper could hear Kaz and Vik's voices. Were they laughing? The boy got closer trying to be as quiet as possible, from the narrow space left from the door he could see them reflected on the mirror. Kaz was sitting on the desk, while the girl was looking between all the bottles and medical supplies. "Saints Kaz, sometimes I think you get all this beat up just to spend some time with me" Jesper frowned, were they flirting? Kaz smiled, smiled?, while looking at his feet "Maybe I do" WHAT?, "Maybe I asked Jesper to throw a few punches at me so that you could fix me up a bit". The girl laughed, and a little grin appeared on Kaz's lips. Jesper had no idea of what he was witnessing, and he absolutely needed to know more. "Open your shirt, I can sense that broken rib from here" "Yes ma'am" Kaz slowly unbottened his black shirt exposing the bad bruise on his side. After gathering all the supplies, Vik got closer to the desk, between Kaz's legs. "I barely see you these days" whispered the boy placing his gloved hands on her hips "You're always working" Was Kaz pouting? "You know that you're always working too?" Said Vik concentrating on his rib. "This is going to hurt a bit" The sound of the rib getting back in place made Jesper shiver. "You could leave your job, you know?".

Vik was not only a healer for the Dregs, she was about to graduate and become a proper medik. It was way safer then trying to live as Grisha in Ketterdam. Jesper didn't know how Kaz met her, he just showed up one day two years prior with a really cute girl saying to everyone that she was their new healer. Since then, she managed to divide herself between her internship at the hospital, her last exams and taking care of them after jobs. With time she became good friends with all the crows, bonding over their wounds at the start and then going out with them almost every weekend when she wasn't working the nights at the hospital.

The girl sighed while treating the livid on Kaz's side "You know I can't leave my job Kaz" From how they were talking Jesper thought that this wasn't the first time they were having that kind of conversation. "Why not, you're on my payroll" Kaz pulled her closer, cocky grin on his face, searching for her focused eyes. "Your payroll? With what the Dregs give me I would call it more of a charity work" Kaz chuckled "Oh yeah? Care to remind me who pays the rent for your really lovely apartment in the University district, in which I think, and please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, you haven't slept in over a month?" Jesper's jaw was on the floor. Were Kaz and Vik in a relationship? Since when? 

"Then I guess tonight there's a long walk towards my lovely apartment that awaits for me" said her finally locking eyes with him. "Absolutely not" "See? It's your fault I'm always here". Always here? How was it possible that no one noticed? 

Vik started working on Kaz's face. "And you know I really love my job and I can't wait to graduate" before he could reply she went on "And most importantly, we need this job. What would we do if for some reason we have to leave the city in any moment? Or if you get seriously injured? Or if you just decide to leave this kind of life. Every time you leave I'm fucking scared for you Kaz" she said the last phrase almost whispering. They not only were in a relationship, but in a raelly serious one. 

"I know, I'm sorry" Kaz moved her hair behind her ear, and cupped her cheek, Vik leaned in while letting out a sigh. "You know, maybe I liked your other job more than this" the boy smirked and she laughed "Oh I bet you did, I was a great dancer, and you tipped very well". Now Jesper was more confused then ever, it didn't make any sense, a dancer? When did Kaz went to places with dancers, on multiple occasions without anyone noticing anything. 

"I just wanted you to notice me, you had something interesting" "That's how they call it now?" she looked at him all innocently . "Let's say that my leg behaved better when you were around, I suspected you were a healer sooner than you think" "You suspected or I let you know?" she winked and Kaz smiled shaking his head. 

"Speaking of, how's your leg? Do you need something?" she was back in her healer/medik tone. "I can survive" Kaz shrugged it off. "Why do you have to be like this" she mumbled for to herself than to him, while placing a hand on his thigh and closing her eyes. Kaz released a breath as the pain receided, closing his eyes too. Vik made a little victory smile before going back to work on his face.

"Nina told me you're going to train her" "Yes, I think that since I'm not with you guys on jobs it's better if she knows a few things more". 

Kaz always said that she was more useful staying at the Slat that being out with them and risking to be injured. And it was a perfectly good reason to leave her safe at home, but now Jesper couldn't stop thinking if there was more. Kaz wouldn't be as focus as the jobs required if he had to worry about his girlfriend. The boy frowned at his own thought, Kaz's girlfriend? What a weird concept. He couldn't wait to tell at least Wylan about everything he was discovering. 

"Well, I think you're all good" Vik looked at her final work all happy, using a bit of her power took away the tiredness that her face betrayed when they woke her up. Kaz's hands were still on her hips, keeping her from turning away. He looked at her with a weird expression "I think you have something here" and then he took a beautiful bracelet from behind her ear. "Oh Saints Kaz! Are you out of your mind? Hey how did you do that?" while she was distracted by the gift he undid a few of her shirt's buttons exposing her collarbone and a generous portion of her cleavage.

"You know they call me Dirtyhands" said Kaz grinning. "Idiot" she whispered tilting her head a bit to let him leave a stray of sloppy kisses down her neck, while she observed the bracelet. In that moment Jesper understood that was his cue to leave, he would absolutely not looked at his boss having sex on the infirmery bed with his secret girlfriend. But, unfortunately for him, his sudden movement didn't went unnotice by Vik, who saw him reflected in the mirror.

"Jesper what are you doing?" the girl pulled away from Kaz and turned away to close her shirt. "Jesper? Were you spying on us?" Kaz's look was terrifying as he walked towards him, shirt still unbottoned, lips still a bit red from her lipstick, surely from some kisses he didn't witnessed. At least he forgot to take the cane, was the only thing Jesper thought while Kaz opened all the door. "Look I really didn't want to hear anything I just wanted something to help me sleep, I just got here"

"And then you decided to stay and listen instead of knocking?" He was furious, and Jesper knew he was kind of right. "I am so sorry, to you too Vik" the girl was still a bit red on the cheeks and was crossing her arms looking more annoyed than mad. "Jes I knew you were a bit weird but really, what were you doing? Would you have stayed there and watch us having sex?" "Oh please don't let me think about Kaz having sex" said the boy massaging his temples, look firmly on the floor.

"So you want to think about me having sex?" replied Vik grinning. Jesper opened his mouth to say something but Kaz cut him off "Can you two stop?" he was becoming all red while Vik was about to cry from her suffocated laugh. "Oh Saints so every time we were talking about sex, the mistery boy was him?" Jesper's expression was the one people generally do when someone make them think about the fact that their parents have sex. "Yes, always" "What did you tell him?" Vik and Kaz talked at the same time, one now openly laughing and the other was becoming a new shade of red.

Kaz was a really private person, and he didn't feel the need to talk to other people about his personal stuff. Especially about how he passed the time with his girlfriend. He was grateful for Vik, because she could tear down his walls effortlessly and he would protect their relationship at every cost. Once the situation calmed a bit and everyone regained their composure, Kaz found a chair to seat, his leg was protesting for standing up without his cane. He passed his hands between his hair a few times before speaking with a more calm tone.

"Jesper I definitely don't want to know why you were behind that door, but you can't tell anyone about us. You know how dangerous it can be if some people discoved this, and trust me, I would come for you if anything happens to her. We've been careful for years and-" "Years? You've been together for years?" "We started dating a month after I started working here. Don't look at me like that, he already knows" Kaz was shaking his head ad rollins his eyes. "Well I think those are too many information for a single night so goodnight" the boy walked towards the door and then came back "But not too good, your room is above mine and these beds-" "Get out."

Part 2

[batemansluvrr]

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺

A/N: Here’s the one-shot, as I said before I’m really sorry for my absence. I didn’t have time to proofread this so, if there are grammar mistakes you know. Enjoy your reading.

Warnings: PLEASE READ! Alcohol addicted reader, cigarettes addicted reader, very demotivated reader, swearing.

Contains: Dark themes at first (Alcohol and Nicotine addiction), but then turns into fluff, Patrick comforts reader and reassures her, smut part at the end but the bare minimum.

Synopsis: When you found out that Patrick has spent the rest of the night with Courtney right after finishing arguing with you, you couldn’t do nothing but soffocate your pain in alcohol and cigarettes.

Word count: 1.5k+

The warmth of the water covered you and you felt.. safe. The warm water hugged your body and it brought back some of the joy you felt when you were with Patrick. Your sadness was still there, deep inside of you, but you weren’t overwhelmed by it. The water was comforting, warm, and peaceful. You closed your eyes and you let your mind drift, you let the past drift away. You let yourself think about Patrick, and all of the fun and happy moments you had together. You missed him, but that was okay.. because.. the water was peaceful.

Or maybe it simply wasn’t the water, but the bottle of whiskey you drank in one sip. The feeling was almost instantaneous, the feeling of joy and relief washed over you. The whiskey was strong, but it was almost a good kind of strong. That was how it feels to be in heaven, and you took all of it you could before the feelings started to fade away. But for the moment it was blissful, your mind was filled with peace and your body.. well, it felt alive. It was perfect and you wanted to keep it. To just hold on to it forever. You drank more, more, more, until you began to feel numb. You couldn’t feel anything. You felt nothing. You felt numb, and the feeling was glorious. Alcohol was always there for you, it didn’t judge you and it wouldn’t never run away. Alcohol was your companion, your friend, your lover, your escape. You drank and you drank and you drank, you couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t have stopped yourself. That was better than feeling anything right? And besides.. When you were with the booze you didn’t feel so alone.

Did you?

The numerous knocks on the door woke you up to reality, opening your eyes. You still didn’t want to see anyone though, that was one of the few moments you had to feel relaxed and you wouldn’t let no one interrupt it.

But you didn’t know that the one at the door was the one you never wanted to see again. Patrick stood at the door, his face filled with rage. He was angry, you didn’t answer his texts and didn’t even call him, he was gone completely crazy and he was trying to make it clear how angry he was. The anger was apparent in his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he stood. He was not happy, not happy at all. He was mad and he wanted your attention, but he didn’t want to force himself inside of your apartment. Instead, he banged on the door and screamed your name. Once you realised it was him, you pretended to not hear him and also pretended to listen to the random music that was playing on tv. Patrick was frustrated and angry, and he wanted a response. He kept standing there, waiting and waiting, he knew that you were in there but he didn’t want to be in that awkward position. "Why weren’t you answering the door? Was it something he said, did he do something to make you angry?" He kept asking himself, but he didn’t know, and he was standing there with an annoyed expression as he waited.

Patrick pounded on the door again, he didn’t care if the neighbors heard him, or if the people in other apartments noticed. He wanted a response, and he was going to keep demanding it. He was standing there with a scowl on his face, clearly frustrated by the whole situation, but he didn’t want to do anything violent. Not for the first five minutes. When you kept drinking, ignoring him completely, Patrick got fed up and he kicked the door in, his eyes filled with rage. He was standing there and with one swift kick, the door flied open and he stood there in the doorway.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouted, the walls rattling under the force of his scream. He looked for you in every single room of your apartment and once he found you in the bathtub, he became even more mad at you. Patrick watched as you ignored his screams and his cries. He didn’t want to yell anymore, but his hands shook with frustration and he was filled with rage, there was fire boiling in his eyes. Patrick just wanted to grab you, to scream at you, to make you understand how angry he was. He wanted to make you understand how much pain you caused him. He wanted to teach you a lesson, and he stomped over to the bathroom and tried to rip the bottle out from your hands. But then, he realised everything. You were hurting yourself, your own soul, that he always used to call "innocent". It was not innocent anymore. The bathtub was full alcoholics and cigarette packs, and the thing that horrified him even more, was that the most of the bottles and packs were already empty or consumed. "You are hurting yourself." Patrick shouted, his voice filled with pain and anger. He couldn’t stand to watch this, to watch you do this to yourself. "You can't keep hurting yourself like this, it has to stop." His eyes wet with pain and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Patrick, go away." After saying the last word you finally decided to met his glance, but the sparkle in your eyes that Patrick always adored wasn’t there anymore. You weren’t capable of feeling a single emotion, or maybe, you refused to feel them. "You're hurting yourself, y/n." Patrick repeated, a little more irritated than before. He looked at you and saw how much pain you were in. How much suffering. He kept watching you, his eyes filled with anger and pain. He wanted you to stop, he needed you to just stop, he couldn’t see you like this. "If you don't stop now, we're done, do you hear me?" He said sternly, Patrick was furious. "You deserve fucking better than this."

Patrick watched as you were smoking a cigarette before taking a long sip of another alcoholic bottle. He knew that he should have done something, and yet he stood there frozen in place. Patrick also knew these thoughts were irrational, but his mind was plagued by them. When he saw you falling into the bath tub, it snaps him out of it. He rushed over and made you stood up in front of his tall figure. The anger and frustration were still pulsing in his veins but he knew that his furious tone wasn’t going to solve anything, he knew that yelling wouldn’t help. Instead he washes you gently, he was caressing your delicate frame with a sponge looking at you as if was trying to decode your reaction. You tried to not look at him as he was washing every single part of your body, even your most intimate zones, but it was different, he wasn’t excited or something, he seemed to care about you, and in fact, he did. He wrapped a towel around your body and then he helped you get out of the tub and walk over towards the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him as he was exactly in front of you, lowering to your height. "Just tell me why did you do this." Patrick demanded staring at you. Your mouth realised a sigh and your eyes were captured by the floor as you began to speak.

"I saw you with Courtney, that night, after we argued." He immediately stood up right after you admitted that. His eyes widened. "You didn’t think that we had sex, right?" Patrick asked you, hoping that your answer would have been a no. He passed a hand through his hair when you stayed in silence, he was trying to remain calm because he clearly couldn’t believe that.

"Christ y/n, Courtney was drunk. She didn’t want Luis to see her in that state so I told her she could stay at my apartment, even though I was really pissed off." You were still a little shocked but deep inside, a part of you was full of joy and fully reassured by his words. "You two didn’t have sex?" You asked, just to be sure.

"No doll, of course not. I would never." Patrick was smirking, tickling your soft skin of your legs with his long fingers. "Can't believe you really thought I cheated on you.." With the other hand he started touching your hair, you wanted that moment to last forever. He kept that clever smile on his face that intrigued you more, but then, his glance moved to your seductive lips and Patrick realised he couldn’t resist anymore. After almost a second your lips were connected, his tongue exploring your mouth while your hands were constantly searching something to grab for support. He pulled away slightly, and leaved a trail of wet kisses on your neck. Patrick whispered in your ear, the words came out in a breathy way that was full of love and excitement at the same time. "I can make you forget everything, I’ll make sure you forget everything." He kissed you again.

"..I'll make you a happy woman."

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Discussione di Oggi lunedì, 05 agosto 2024

[astolfofo]

throat training with blade….

[phantasmatoucan]

Can I ask whoever designs the voices (I think owl) how they came up with there designs?

HEY MOD OWL HERE, I THINK ILL PUT THIS IN A READMORE BC ITS GONNA BE LONG

FOR ALL OF THEM I HAD WIDELY DIFFERENT IDEAS BUT FOR MOST I HAD SOMETHING SPECIFIC IN MIND BE IT A THING OR A SYMBOL

HERO: FOR HIM I HAD OFC A KNIGHT IN MIND I WAS GONNA GIVE HIM A FULL HELMET BUT I WANTED FOR HIS EXPRESSIONS TO BE SEEN SINCE HES A VERY EXPRESSIVE PERSON IN GENERAL, I MANTAINED HIS EYES UNSEEN THO SINCE HERO IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WHO WILL FOLLOW THE DECIDER BLINDLY AND ONLY AT THE END IS WHEN HES FINALLY ABLE TO REACH HIS FULL POTENTIAL [which is if i did a drawing of one of the ends, heros visor would be lifted up] ALSO HES THE MOST HUMAN LOOKING SINCE THE LONG QUIET PROBABLY HAS A VAGUE IDEA OF WHAT A HERO LOOKS LIKE BUT HE PROBABLY THOUGHT IT LOOKS SIMILAR TO THE PRINCESS

SMITTEN: HEARTS, THATS BASICALLY ALL I HAD IN MIND FOR HIM, I LOVE DESIGNING CHARACTERS WITH HEART MOTIFS SINCE ITS FUN TO MESS AROUND WITH THAT [keep it simple or making it a bit more goreish] I WANTED HIM TO BE ROUND AND FRIENDLY SHAPED, THE HAT CAME FROM OLD ROMEO AND JULIET CLOTHES THAT I SAW IN IMAGES AND THE CLOTHES ARE MORE FROM OLD TIMEY BARDS, I HAD THOUGHT OF MAKING HIM A PEACOCK AT FIRST BUT DECIDED I PREFFER HIM LOOKING MORE LIKE A PIDGEON SINCE THEYRE MORE ROUNDER AND ARE MORE COMMON BIRDS THAT PEOPLE SEE EVERYWHERE, THEY APPROACH HUMANS MUCH MORE EASILY AS WELL

SKEPTIC: I WANTED TO GIVE HIM LIKE A DETECTIVE SHERLOCK HOLMES KIND OF FEEL, BUT WHEN I HEARD HIM MORE HE FELT MORE LIKE A NOIR DETECTIVE THAN THAT SO THE FEELING FOR HIM CHANGED [also fun fact his clothes are based on inspector gadget lol] HIS WINGS POINT DOWNWARDS SINCE I WANTED HIS SILHOUETTE TO FEEL MORE HOURGLASSISH FOR HIM, THE OWL PART CAME FROM THE FACT THAT MOST OF THE OWLS IVE SEEN IN MEDIA ARE STUDIOUS CHRACTERS OR ATLEAST TRYING TO LEARN SOMETHING, IN GENERAL I FEEL THE VYBE OF OWLS ARE VERY CURIOUS CREATURES SO I GAVE IT TO SKEPTIC WHO IS THE MOST INQUISITIVE CHARACTER OF THEM ALL

COLD: HARDEST TO GET DOWN I HAD A GRIMM REAPER IN MIND, WITH HIS COLD PERSONALITY, I WANTED HIM TO BE ONE OF THE TALLEST ONE AS WELL FOR HIM TO BE A LITTLE SPINDLY LOOKING, HIS HAS A LONG CLOAK AND WANT HIM TO BE COMPLETLY COVERED IN CLOATHING SINCE HES VERY MUCH CLOSED HIMSELF SO HE CAN BE UNFEELING AND DON'T FEEL ANY PAINT, THE ONLY OTHER PARTS THAT ARE VISIBLE APART FROM HIS FACE IS HIS ARMS WHICH HAVE LONG PLUMAGES SO IT LOOKS LIKE SLEEVES, AND HIS HANDS ARE LONGER AND MORE HUMAN LOOKING AND COMPLETLY WHITE [hard to notice since i draw them all in black in white lol] SO IT LOOKS LIKE SKELETON HANDS

OPPORTUSNIST: SINCE WE HAD AN IDEA OF WHAT HIS FACE LOOKED LIKE I WANTED TO GIVE HIM A BIG BIG SMILE FIRST WITH HIS LONG BEAK, I ALSO WANTED HIS CLOTHES TO BE VER FORMAL [so i went to look for tumblr sexy man clothes lmao] WITH HIS SLEEVES UP, SO THAT HE LOOKS LIKE HE MEANS BUSSINESS, HIS TAIL IS LONG AND DRAGS BEHIND HIM TO LOOK LIKE A LONG OVERCOAT, HIS WINGS ARE ALSO BIG AS WELL [atleast bigger than most of the voices] SO THAT HE TAKES A BIT MORE SPACE IN THE ROOM, I WANTED FOR HIM TO BE SOFFOCATING AND INTOXICATING TO LOOK AT lol, HES ALSO VERY FLUFFY WHICH IS MORE NOTICIBLE ON HIS NECK, SO THAT HE APPEARS A BIT MORE HARMLESS [under his regular clothes hes very fluffy as well] TO ALURE A SENSE OF FRIENDLINESS THAT CONTRAST THE REST OF HIMSELF LMAO

HUNTED: HARE WITH BUNNY, LITERALLY MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS A BIT OF A LLONG HARE WITH BIRD LIKE FEATURES, I WAS DEBATING IF GIVING HIM A SNOUT OR A BEAK WAS A GOOD IDEA BUT I WENT WITH THE SNOUT SINCE IT MAKES HIM MORE DISTINCT TO THE OTHERS [he also has sharp teeth like stubborn but theyre mostly barely visible since he usually doesnt open his mouth too much unless threatend] THE BANDAGES COMES FROM THE FACT THAT I WANTED ALL OF THE VOICES TO HAVE SOME TYPE OF CLOATHING THAT DEFIND THEM, BUT SINCE HUNTED WOULD HAVE NO CLOTHES I WENT WITH SOMETHING LESS NOTICIBLE

CHEATED: DISHEVELED LOOKING BIRD I WAANTED FOR HIM TO LOOK LIKE HE JUST GOT OUT OF A CAR CRASH SO THATS WHY HE HAS A LOT OF BANDAGES, I THINK I MAY CHANGE THINGS ON HIM TO SINCE I WANTED FOR HIM TO HAVE A SCAR ON HIS NECK THAT WOULD BE VISIBLE [since thats a way to get to the razor route] BUT FOR NOW SINCE ONE OF THE VOICES WHO IS ALWAYS THE UNLUCKIEST I MADE HIM THE SHORTEST OFC AND WITH CUTTED WINGS, WHICH ARE LITERALLY USELESS, HIS CHEST ALSO HAS BANDAGES BUT ARE NOT VISIBLE BC OF HIS CLOTHING

BROKEN: PENGUIN MAN, I WANTED HER SHAPE TO BE SIMILAR TO THIS ∩ WHICH MADE ME THINK OF PENGUINS AND THATS HOW HE CAME OUT, HE HAS LONG DROOPY EAR FEATHERS THAT ARE TATHERED SINCE IT WAS HARD TO DEMONSTRATE FOR ME HOW UNKEMPT SHE IS, HIS LONG CLOACK COVERS MOST OF HIS BODY WITH A PENGUIN LIKE PATTERN ON IT, HIS EYES HAVE WRINKLES AND HE ALWAYS LOOKS SAD OR UPSET BY SOMETHING, I WANTED HIM TO OCCUPY LITTLE SPACE SO HE FEELS VERY COMPACT IN HIS OWN DESIGN PARANOID: WANTED TO MAKE HIM LOOK VERY JUMPY AND WORRIED, I HAD AN IDEA FOR HER TO HAVE SPIKIER PLUMAGE LIKE AN EXPLOSION [which is how the plumage of her face came to be] SINCE HE SEEMS TO ALWAYS SO NERVOUS AND READY TO SCREAM AT ANYTHING AGREVATING HIM, HER LONGER EAR FEATHERS CAME TO BE BC I WANTED THEM TO WIGGLE WHENEVER HE WAS CONCENTRATING TO KEEP US ALIVE, I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA GIVE HER A LONGER TAIL LIKE AN ACTUAL FANTAIL PIDGEON, BUT CONSIDERING HOW HE IS I MADE THEM VERY SHORT TO GVIE THE IDEA THAT SHE PLUCKED THEM HIMSELF, ALSO HIS WINGS BEING SO CLOSE TO HIS BACK FOR COMFORT, THE PONCHO CAME MUCH MUCH LATER BC I DIDNT ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT CLOTHES TO PUT ON HIM, I THINK I SAW A CHARACTER I LIKE WITH A PONCHO [cant remember which one] AND WAS LIKE maybe he can have a tattered poncho AND THATS HOW IT CAME TO BE

STUBBORN: DRAGON!!! I REALLY WANTED EYE OF THE NEEDLE TO BE A BIG DRAGON LADY WITH WINGS SCALES AND SUCH BUT WHEN I SAW HER NOT HAVING THOSE I WAS A BIT DISSAPOINTED SO I GAVE IT TO STUBBORN LMAO, HES IS ABOUT AS BIG AS THE LONG QUIET PROBABLY LARGER THO lol, THE MACAW PART CAME FROM THE WAY HIS FACE IS SHAPED, SPECIFICALLY THE BEAK, HIS LOWER TEETH ARE MORE NOTICIBLE THAN HER UPPER ROW, HE IS SCARED OFC FROM THE BATTLE YOU HAVE BEFORE GOING INTO THE ADVERSARY, HIS CLOTHES ARE BASED ON BEOWULD FROM SKULLGIRLS ACTUALLY I WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOMETHING LIKE ANIMAL PELTS AROUND HIS WAIST, SO I WENT WITH A FLUFFIER DRAPES AROUND HIS SKIRT, HIS WINGS ARE IN SIMILAR SHAPE OR THAT OF A DEMON MORE THAN A BIRD SO THAT THEY LOOKED MORE DRAGONISH

CONTRARIAN: JESTER BC I LOVE JESTER AND OFC JESTER CONTRARIAN PROPAGANDA TOOK OVER MY BRAIN, AS I SAID MOD TOUCAN IS THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED THE HUMMINBIRD PART OF HIS DESIGN SO HIS WINGS ARE LONGER AND TAIL IS AS WELL, HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO I HAVE ACTUALLY COLORED AND THAT IS ON PURPOSE SINCE NONE OF THE OTHER VOICES HAVE COLORS, HE ALSO DOESNT HAVE A SET COLOR PALLETE SINCE HE CAN BE WHICHEVER COLOR HE PREFFERS AT THE MOMENT, HE ALSO DOESNT HAVE DIGITRADE LIKE FEET SINCE I WANTED SOME SIMILARITIES OF HIM AND HERO, HE STILL HAS BIRD FEET THO THAT WILL NOT GO AWAY lol, HIS BEAK IS POINTED UPWARDS AND HIS MOUTH IS NOT REALLY A REAL THING, ITS MORE A ABSTRACT LINE

[thequietkid-moonie]

The diference between love and obsession

[ YANDERE COMPARISON ] [ Nejire Hado ]

[ My hero academia / Boku no hero academia ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

Nejire was the main reason and inspiration of why I started this type of fics, she was the first one i thought about and im finally writing for her!! 🩵🩵

Although, in my head are quite a lot of things running around so i hope I made it right

Nejire's love is intense but innocent, she is completely extrovert and loud, she is always going around with a smile and whenever she sees the person she loves she just bums more in happines and bright (as if it is even posible)

Nejire is always good to start conversations and she always goes directly for what catches her attention immediatly showing her interest with her characteristic excited nature, and, of course, the person she loves won't an exception for this! everytime she has the opportunity she clings to your side and start asking anything that come to her mind

Nejire's love grows slowly but stronge, it pass for a simple crush to a deep true love, it take a while and it take even more for Nejire to understand her own feeling and when she does she have a storm of emotions inside of her, going from excitment to even shyness and flustered (but not enough to stop her from going to your side)

Nejire's love is passionate and determinated, despite being quite clingy and going straight to what she wants she won't even think on forcing her feelings onto the person she loves, Nejire's love may be intense but is also innocent and sincere, she want to win your heart in the right way, day by day

Since Nejire's love grows slowly at first can go unoticed, but it quickly shows little signals like she wanted to be more time with you or how she shows true interest on you, remembering to let you answer all her questions before doing more since she is truly interested on hearing your answers. Nejire's love make her so happy that she doesn't even bother in hiding it

Nejire's can be caotic and loud but it can also be gente and caring, she can notice little details and her mind works pretty fast so she quickly notice your bounduries and respect them, but never stop being herself, somehow Nejire finds a way to be clingy while still respect your bounduries

Nejire's love is so sincere that she love you in your totality but also in freedom, she loves watching you being you and doing what you like on your own just as much as she loves hanging out with you and doing things together

Nejire's love is so sincere and innocent that even if at the end she doesn't manage to win your heart she will happily stay as your friend and cheer for you at anything you'll do next in your life

Nejire's obsesive love is soffocating, is so intense and exciting that even Nejire can feel herself explode by the intense feeling and it happens so quick that doesn't even let room to be understood nor doubted

Nejire's obsesive love is discreet at first, Nejire is trying really hard to try to process her own feelings that lead her to imediatly run to your side everytime she sees you, Nejire's obsesive love is what lead her to be so curious about you to the point where she is asking more and more about you to you and your friends, and yet it all seems quite like her normal self at first

Nejire's obsesive love is what lead her to idealize you after a while of collecting information about you, every new little details she get to know about filled her heart and make her feel complete, and along with her usual curiosity and racing mind she just feels like she wants more and more about you

Nejire's style is not watching you from afar, not when she feels like her heart will explote everytime she sees, not when she feel her smile grow with excitement by the only idea of being in the same room as you

Nejire is quite friendly and extrovert, so is not weird when she first came to you wanting to get to know you and be your friend, however the moment you accepted become her friend was Nejire's obsesive love what lead her to think and hope that there could be more than you can see, maybe you feel your heart race everytime she is with you too

Nejire is known to be affectionate, passionate and loud, invading others personal space due her excited and happy nature, and even when at first is was just being too close like with anyone else Nejire slowly grow to be suffocatingly clingy, sticking to your side every time she can and just laughing at any sign of discomfort, thinking that you probably are just flustered

Nejire's obsesive love lead her to mistake any sign of discomfort or awkwardness as shyness and the feeling of flustered, her mind simply doesn't understand that you may not be too happy with her closeness since she is happy, and really happy, Nejire herself feels her heart racing with a flustering feeling so you most be feeling the same!

Nejire's obsesive love lead her to think that you two are meant to be with each other! Nejire's obsesive love will not leave room for arguing from your part, do not worry darling, Nejire is making sure you two have your happy ever after

[bludhavens-finest]

Do you still have any comfort items?

One thing that I can think of that definitely counts is one of the few things I still have from my parents, when I was like two they gave me a stuffed elephant that I still have (and being the creative toddler I was I named her after a real elephant)

The other thing I can think of is something I got more recently that was actually a gift, I think ti was Cass that got it for me for either Chanukah or my birthday something like that, it's one of those weighted things that you warm up and it's kind of like a weighted heating pad (although the one I have is shaped like a bat) and when I first got it I never really used it for anything but I use it more often now, usually when I have a lot of panic attacks because the weight of it is grounding without feeling as soffocating as a weighted blanket

Also I'm not sure if it counts but I do have clothes from people that I guess would count as comfort things, I don't even know how I ended up with some of them, sometimes I just go through my closet and find something that used to be Wally's that I guess I just kept at some point