#this is not an emergency dw im not about to top myself

[wingkink]

ok ok tlovm dump post so im not making a new post every time i have any thoughts

they didnt have to animate the dragons Like That . but they did . <3 for us

omg wait i fuckin. forgor about vorugal. sorry top 5 all time fight i dont even care. hey what do you mean the plate of the dawnmatyr has felled dragons before. WHY IS THE PLATE IN ANKHAREL.

ok sure change stuff <3 like whatever

they couldve. made the wing emerging/retracting animation more erotic . for the boys.

if they dont give us the stealth roll walk of shame i will kill myself btw sorry.

ok sorry to keep talking about this WAIT SHAUN ok got sidetracked a sec there anyway. what, narratively and /or thematically is the reason for putting the plate in ank'harel as opposed to the cloak. and i think im missing one. ripley had 2 no? OH whisper. god i am so sorry. also jmon canonically HAS a vestige and it's none of those . so what are we doing here. maybe all will be revealed. im still gonna complain tho dw

like WHERE is ripley at this point anyway.

this bitch did not just say "emprex". I WENT BACK HE DID. KILL YOURSELFFFFFFFFFF

please financially compensate me for this

are they BREAKING IN to the palace. im fucking crying . actually to be honest i dont remember how they got in the first time. i literally only remember like 2 things from ankharel OH RIPLEY <3

robbing jmon is so much more insane than robbing a random merchant who has the cloak. OHHHHHHHH THE CLOAK BABYYYY

Black Cabals believers are fucking winning soooooo big . everyone who said it was red can seethe. omg orthax! ok im remembering so many fun things hahaha

no kynan im noticing. did that not happen in lovm?

it's so important to remembering watching this + the e2 intro especially that vax is going to die that end. like to keep that in my heart and soul and mind at all moments. are those snowdrops. fair enough man

i am sooooo scared to see jmon. im putting my beautiful delicate sensitive soul in their hands here.

sure. ruby of the sea. whatever

i LOVE YOU cabal's ruin!!! also i finished my chocolate milk at this point so the rest of the episodes are going to get worse reviews.

kaylie <3

yay percy built a bomb

btw havent said it yet but im sure this portrayal of marquet is suuuuuper respectful and everyone is really happy about it

OHHHHH they are beautiful. god i want them so bad . i dont know if i fw the voice!!! but the eyes are perfect . the height!!!! what's with the baby dragon tho!

hey they can put that tiara on me any time. dont like the implications of them having it !

SHUT UP. DONT CARE. SHOW DRAGON

STOP ZOOMING ON PERCAHLIA.

SHOW. DRAGONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SEX SCENES

NOT THAT DRAGON

"oh omg they said zerxes omg" OK WHATEVER. ARE WE GETTING DEVOSSA OR NO

oh ok theyre back at whitestone . ok whatever ! i'll kill myself! who cares!

"our future is clouded with misery" yeah!!!! helll yeah brother! let's get that bag!!

also the decision to make the sex scene explicit is crazy. i need that elaborated on immediately

i just remembered the spire also. im rusty. do u think theyll bring yenk back from the hells to fight vorugal. genuinely fight of all time

interested to see how this goes!! being hells rather than plane of fire

oh i am remembering so much that percy is TWENTY THREE. he shouldve been at the CLUB

WAIT RACHEL HOUSE?????? ok bro whatever. guess anyone can be in this

ok i fw indira varma as allura so much

just to summarise. no devossa, not addressed at all that they even exist beyond vex's dragon sense going off briefly . no mention of previously killing thordak. no offer to help. no flute. what are we fucking doing here man

[princessmyriad]

I wish i had my cat with me. I know shes gotten fat again, i hope shes happy. All the work my brother and i put into keeping her weigjt down and mother just lets her get chonky again. Shes like 17 shes allowed a snack break near the end ig but, just the amount of times ive got yelled at for keeping this fat cat and the fatty vet bills she came with and the mother just.. does the same, allows the cats shape to rounden. I miss her dearly.

I worry about my semi-legal fish and how much electricity he costs. Is he costing extra? Too much? Will i go over my cap for trying to keep a companion so i dont go stir crazy? Is the fish happy?

What do i do about my current companion? I love him dearly, he does not see me. Does not hear me. He wants to care but he does it all wrong and i still feel lonely. I need more from him, i dont know how to ask. Ive been rejected when i tried, im scared to stand up for my own interests again for fear that it wont work, it never does, nothing will change, it never does.

I want to kiss the boy from class. It feels like a betrayal to the one i love, though more than once i have been rudely reminded this is not an exclusive type of communication. My heart breaks when he sleeps with others. I cant bring myself to have sex with anyone, though i need it more than i get. Him turning to others has made my body disgusting, i dont want to be in it experiencing any sensations it experiences. Its ugly, tainted, depressed and angry. It doesnt look good in a flowey skirt like X, or a cute blazer like Y, or in warm cozy hippie vibes like Z. I will never be good enough.

And now im not good enough for myself. I want love, i want warmth, i dont want to be touched or looked at. I cant eat, it makes me nauseous, i cant sleep, theres too much time between my head hitting the pillow and actually being asleep that i have to just experience thoughts.

It seems unfair to drag the boy from class into my bullshit when i dont even know what i want or if i want more than a kiss.

Getting to class makes me so sore, a 20 minute walk shouldnt be so fucking hard, yet i feel like ariel walking on knives with every step and i arrive pained, sweaty, sore.

Im sorely hoping to be debt free by the end of the year but i keep having to ask to borrow grocerie money. Im incredibly grateful to those who do assist when i need it. I cant ask them always though, thats not fair to them.

Presently, i keep alive for the thought of providing the absolutely perfect christmas to our little, but i think like my mother before me i just wont have the money to make her day special.

There might be a family christmas this year. Maybe not, covid. Eiether way, i do not want to go. I dont want to have to buy gifts for and pretend to be okay around all those people who emotionally destroyed me last year. I will never not remember my granny telling me my dad doesnt love me when i look at her face.

Im thankful for this room, that its cheap and not my grandmothers place full of ghosts and unkind words. It surely is the biggest room ive ever had. Its so far away from everything, and its filled with strange people and trauma not love and warmth. Its filled with my tlstuff and things but none of them mean anything anymore, theyve been moved in so many boxes for so long theyre no longer ornamentss, just box fillers, meaningless things. Do i still love things? I wish i could buy a little treat without feeling like shit abt it. Maybe one day, i can buy a snack and an ornament at once.

I dont have permission to turn my own bedroom heater on when im cold. I need to learn to give myself permission to live, to do basic shit like turn on a light if its getting dim outside. I feel trapped, not in just this room but in my whole life. I have been looking for help. There fucking is none. I dont see it worth learning to allow myself to be, when i dont want to be. Im tired of suffering lmao, tired of trying to fix my shit alone. I cant do it, clearly i am not the fixer i need.

I want to tell people i need help. I want to tell dad about my system. He doesnt love me, he wont care. My brother doesnt acknowledge it, neither does my lover. It makes me want to die when ive put so much of myself out there to those rare two people who matter, and neither of them have asked about it, or talked about it. Ive introduced myself as other system members, only to be forcefully called Kitty again and any wishes i expressed steamrolled over. Its been cool to learn about my own brain this year, learn about the other people in it. But i wish someone outside of us would acknowledge it so i feel real and not crazy. It has not been fun learning about trauma. Fucking 9months old? That shits so heavy man.

How do i keep on keeping on

Asking for a friend. Or 11, in fact. We need to be ok, and were not. Im not okay.

Havent been for a very long time.

[love-anddeepression]

Heyo! I saw that you have your requests for Kaz x Reader and of course i Couldn't help myself since i realllllyy love the stories you write and i want to see your beautiful talent at work again :X How about Reader being a special kind of Grisha but like Kaz's right hand and personal "dangerous weapon" and her/they being super smart, very Kaz like in thinking and cold sometimes but also like a mother to the Dregs. Maybe a bit angsty but KAz confesses in his very own "Kaz" way :) Love you!!!!!

Recent Actions -Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Hi thank you so much for the kind words<3 and IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. love you too!! I loved writing this! hope you like it! I've made the reader an energy summoner, basically Wanda, except the energy is blackk

warning: catcalling, some creepy men, asses in general, harassment(for one second), that’s all dw

The Crow Club was filled with noise. The chatter of pigeons, the clink of coins, the spin of Makker’s wheel, and the occasional catcall that made you turn your head to look at the unfortunate soul you would have to beat up.

You groaned and set your drink on the bar counter,and headed for the creep that hit on the waitress, Krida, who looked really uncomfortable.

“Everything okay here?” you looked at Krida, who was trembling.

“Yes it is, now that you’re here.” the man flirted, obviously drunk, otherwise he was either a foreigner or a fool.

You raised an eyebrow, “I wasn’t asking you. Are you okay Krida?” you emphasized the girl’s name.

“ A-all good.” she answered, smiling a little in gratitude and turned around to leave, when the man took the opportunity to grope her backside.

“ Okay that’s it, Krida, head to the bar, sit there and order whatever you want, it’s on me. You sir,” you grab the man’s collar and force him to look at you, “ You and I are going to have a little chat.”

You dragged him outside the Club to an alleyway and braced him against a wall.

“You trying to tumble me?” The man flirted again.

“ Listen here.” you hissed, your eyes turning black, “ You know  what they call me?” you raised your left hand, a black swirl of energy forming, the man’s eyes widened and he started to struggle from your grip.

“ Ah Ah Ah, no no.” the energy from your palm moving like smoke and holding him in place as he started whimpering, “ That question wasn’t rhetorical, answer me.”

“ I-I-I d-don’t kn-now.” the man stammered.

You tilted your head, your eyes glinting dangerously. You leaned closer.

“They call me Morana.”

The man froze, “Sankta Morana of  Winter and Death.”

“ Precisely.” you crooned, “ Now, unless you want to die at the hans of a saint, I suggest you leave now before I kill you.”

The man cowered for a few moments, before breaking into a jog in the opposite direction.

You turned to look at the dark of the alleyway, “ Really? We both know spying is best left to Inej and not you.”

“ Hello to you too my dear Morana.” a pale boy with eyes as black as the night emerged from the shadows. In his hand was a cane, the top shaped to look like the head of a crow.

“ Don’t call me that.”

“You just said everyone calls you that, I think I’m entitled to be part of that, partly because I’m the reason people call you Morana.”

“I don’t want you to call me Morana, makes me feel like a weapon or an object to be used, rather than a person.”

:You are a weapon Y/n, a living weapon. And living weapons should not be left alone and jobless on a winter night, not when there’s money to be made. I have a job for you. Go to my office in the Slat, there’s a black notebook on the table. get it to me by midnight. I’ll be waiting at the fifth harbor.”

You sighed and nodded, torn between kicking the boy or kissing him. As you turned around to leave, you could feel his stare burn holes at the back of your skull and hurried faster to the Slat, the energy cloaking you and shielding you from view.

Really Kaz didn’t know what was good for him, one of these days you’d have to tell him how you felt. You knew that even if he had feelings for you, your relationship would not be normal. There would ne no frantic kisses, not late night cuddles, no grins in public. but you didn’t want all that, maybe a little, but all you really wanted was him. But he didn’t love you did he? Not you, a smudge of a merch’s daughter who was taken from her family at fourteen, nowhere as smart as him nor half as beautiful as any girl you knew. No, he wouldn’t love you/

You reached the Slat and got the notebook in a few minutes, and you still had atleast half an hour to kill before midnight, so you headed to the roof, which was bathed in moonlight as the moon shone in all her pure lovely glory,

“You know people back at home believe there’s a rabbit on the moon?” you asked him one night as you both sipped mug of hot chocolate.

“ Do tell me more Dear Y/n.” Kaz urged.

“Well, the man of the moon came down to our world disguised as an old man, he met a fox, a monkey, and a rabbit, He claimed he was famished and requested them to please get him something to eat. The fox and the monkey each got food for the man, but the rabbit, only able to gather grass, threw himself in the fire in f ait of devotion so that the man could have it’s meat. However it didn’t die. So touched was the man of the moon that he took the rabbit with him to the moon as an honor and they’ve been there ever since.”

“ I swear that man must’ve eaten it by now, one can only control them self for so long.” Kaz replied, making you laugh out loud, releasing a snort of laughter and hitting your knee.

If only you paid more attention to how he was staring at you.

As you headed for the harbour, you held the notebook tightly in your hands and thought of him.

You both had hated each other the day you met, you had called him an asshole and he had almost hit you with his cane.

Everyday you both would never fail to insult each other and rile each other up. Things changed on a heist. You and Kaz were forced to dance together to blend in, and he had drawn you close to him, trying to calm his ragged breathing, you helped him out of his panic attack and you both had danced. Since then, the bastard had never left your mind, and it was both torture and bliss, a messy mix of both.

You told him how the moon seemed like a gentle soul, while the sun was a bubbly one and why you preferred the moon, how quiet and serene she could be, and he had actually listened for some damn reason.

You could see him sitting down on a crate, his cane in his hand and his posture perfect. You walked up to him and handed him the notebook and then turned to leave.

“ Wait.” the rough burn of his voice halted your steps.

“ Yes Kaz?” you didn’t turn around, you could hear him turn the pages of the notebook and tear open an envelope of some sort.

“I got something for you.”

“I’m sorry what?” you asked again.

“You heard me.”

You didn’t get to answer because you just realized how close behind you he was. Slowly, he brushed your hair from your back to the side of your shoulder and looped his arms above your head, a small object hovering in front of your eyes.

He had gotten you a necklace. One in the shape of the moon, with the etching of a rabbit curved into it’s center.

You barely had time to gasp before he fastened the necklace and turned you around to face him, adjusting the pendant. After he finished, he fondled it gently.

“You didn’t have to Kaz, thank you so much.”

“ Yes, I did have too. When a man fancies someone but can’t bring himself to tell them, he gets them gifts to show how he feels. I just got you a necklace.”

“You fancy me?” you gasp.

He looked at the pendant, an eyebrow raised, “ Given my most recent actions, what do you think?-”

He moved a little closer.

“ -my darling Y/n?”