#too much. too much effort into this. far too much. why. why.... i know why pointless to qsk its becwuse i didnt want to do things irl

[literatureloverx]

Celebrating Valentine’s Day with BSD men

BSD men x reader, I did not use pronouns for the reader, but in some cases, it is subtly implied to be female, though not overtly so.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He would gift you—very much in line with what Asagiri confirmed—an entire country. Be prepared to manage political affairs because you will be the president and owner of your favourite nation. Congratulations!

Expect a lavish candlelit dinner, accompanied by classical music and an exquisite orchestra.

You can also look forward to many other gifts—he is never one to hold back. Your shared bedroom will likely be filled with presents, each meticulously crafted and designed just for you. The sheer intricacy and depth of his knowledge about you will leave you breathless.

The night will conclude with a magnificent fireworks display.

You made the right choice by choosing to live in isolation with him, basking in the luxury he provides—not that your answer would have made a difference if you had said no.

Dazai Osamu

We all know that Dazai—the Dazai—is, unsurprisingly, utterly broke and survives off the money of his fellow ADA members, such as Atsushi and Kunikida. (We love a pest.🩵)

He isn’t the overtly romantic type, but that doesn’t mean his love is any less intense.

He will likely buy you a bouquet of roses with Kunikida’s money and give Atsushi his best puppy-dog eyes to help him get you a pair of matching rings.

But then comes the truly unexpected part—he takes you stargazing in the freezing cold, having put in all the effort to create a soft, cosy space for you both to lie on, complete with extra blankets and pillows.

And when it starts snowing? You are going home, of course—not that he didn’t account for this. He has another present waiting for you there—one he actually bought himself, which is precisely why he had no money left for anything else.

He is a pervert. That is all I am going to say.

Nakahara Chuuya

Another man with refined tastes and a big, considerate, loving heart for his darling. He would spend weeks—if not months—thinking about the perfect way to celebrate this day with you, determined to make it unforgettable.

Chuuya pays attention—he really does, because he cares that much. Though he is not the best with subtleties, he does his best to take mental notes on everything you like and dislike, everything you want and do not want.

So, expect gifts that are carefully chosen, each one making it clear just how much he notices about you.

The evening will likely begin with him presenting you with a luxuriously crafted dress from a high-end designer—one he specifically picked for you. He wants you to wear it because he is taking you somewhere special, and of course, you will, with the brightest smile on your face.

You will dine at an exclusive restaurant, sharing exquisite wine and food together.

And knowing Chuuya, he will not stop at just one gift. Throughout the night, he will keep surprising you, giving you something new every half hour—because spoiling you is just second nature to him.

Nikolai Gogol

Haha, you silly thing. You actually think Valentine’s Day is romantic? That ridiculous day where Homo sapiens willingly cage themselves—not even in their own perception of love, but in the artificial fantasy constructed by capitalism?

Just joking. If you find it romantic, then of course, he does too. Or at least, he pretends to. Watching your reactions to his “gifts” is far too entertaining. He might as well play along and turn this whole romance thing into one of his little games.

Expect the most outrageous surprises—perhaps he will take you on a helicopter ride, only to reveal that he has written I love you on the ground below… using meticulously arranged corpses. A heartfelt, handcrafted message just for you.

Or maybe he will gift you something else grotesque—something that reminds him of you or symbolises your love in his own twisted way.

Oh, and expect plenty of Valentine’s Day quizzes.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Now, here is someone who has no idea what to do with himself on Valentine’s Day.

To him, it is pointless. Why should this day be any different from the others? And why are you looking at him like that? The expectation in your gaze makes him feel cornered.

But Akutagawa hates being behind on anything. So, despite thinking this whole thing is ridiculous (such a tsundere), he still makes an effort. He prepares something for you—a small but meaningful gift, something that proves he has thought about you, about this day, and has put effort into making you happy.

And once it is over, he lets out a relieved sigh.

Yet, later that night, when he recalls the joy on your face upon receiving his gift, he feels something warm and unfamiliar flicker inside him. He refuses to acknowledge it—but deep down, he knows.

[neoplatinum]

double shot | yoo 'karina' jimin

summary: co-manager by day, seductress by night

pairing: co-manager!stripper!karina x reader

themes: work, strippers, money, sexual themes

wc: 2.5k

“the copier is jammed, could you take a look at it?” you and everyone else in that room knew that the copier being jammed was way below your paygrade to fix, but given that budget cuts have recently been made, there’s little to no allocation to hire someone to fix it. so why not call you, manager of the human resources division to fix it up.

you grumble a bit to yourself before walking right over to the storage unit, grabbing an old toolbox and soon caught yourself fiddling with the large machine. you can already spot the issue, jammed paper stuck in the feeder. you try your best to yank it out of the tray. It just wouldn’t budge, even with a jiggle and pushing the tray around didn’t help. 

taking out your phone, you bit it between your teeth, trying your best to get a better angle of the jam. it wasn’t even put into the right tray. everyone knows tray 3 is the correct one to put the papers in. with a huff you give a bit more effort, pushing the paper in and yanking it out. nearly knocking yourself out with sheer force.

“i do not get paid enough to deal with this too.” you think to yourself, and mostly thinking about the sweet and warm croissant sitting at your desk, ready for you to devour. you nearly lose fall forward into the machine when you hear a quiet “hello.” almost too quiet that it would blend into the cacophony of phones ringing, the coffee machine running and the low hum of the air conditioner.

you stick your head out of the printer, and before you is one of the most gorgeous women you’ve seen in your life. adorned with thick rimmed black glasses and plump red lips to match. her eyes peer into you and flit between you and the machine.

“do you need help with that?” she offers, in a neutral tone. 

you’ve never seen her around before. she looks put together though, more put together than the new intern your company just hired.

you manage to pull yourself together with what little core strength you have and duck out of the machine. making way for her to inspect the paper jam, and taking the phone of your mouth. realizing how ridiculous you look under this light.

“sure, go for it.” you offer. stuffing your phone into your pockets. and watching this newcomer attempt to fix the machine you’ve been wrestling for the past minute. she’s definitely got more core strength than you, balancing perfectly with tall heels and maneuvering herself with ease. you spot the company id hanging in a lanyard around her neck. mirroring the one that you have to wear every day in order to enter and exit the building. 

with ease she manages to pull out the pesky paper, and holds it up triumphantly at you. a warm smile across her face. you offer the same back.

“thanks for your help, the printer’s always given me far too much trouble.” she chuckles at that, throwing the paper into a nearby wastebasket before grabbing a box, seemingly filled with desk items and a colorful mug with crayon shin-chan across it.

“oh, let me help you with that.” you offer, making quick strides to pick up her office supplies, to which she lets you. “are you new here?”

“yes and no.” she offers.

“that’s an interesting response, what do you mean by that?” you say, walking side by side into the open space. rows of computers and laptops filled with people’s personal belongings and you find yourself scanning for an open space. certainly she’s a new hire that upper management hasn’t informed you. upper management has a tendency to forget telling you updates until it’s far too late.

“well, i just transferred to this department. downsizing as mr. shim put it nicely.” you nod with understanding, there’s been a lot of recent changes to the company, and it’s core message with new management. 

the budget cuts, downsizing, replacement of several executive board members. it’s hard to say if you even get to keep your job, a lot of employees have had to take severance packages, even in your department.

“i see, well, welcome to our department, i’m the manager for human resources in this region.” her eyes sparkle a bit, she opens her mouth to say something but it’s quickly silenced by mr. shim’s light and squeaky voice.

“miss. yoo! i see you’ve already met our manager here!” he says with wide eyes and hands clasped together. like he’s presenting everyone gifts here.

“yes, mr. shim. i just met them.” she stiffens up, keeping a professional distance from him.

“that’s great! you two need to build camaraderie here. is that her stuff?” mr. shim beelines towards you, grabbing the box of desk supplies out of your hand. and walking away. both you and ms. yoo walk towards the empty office next to yours. he places her box down and even takes out the shin-chan mug from her box.

setting it down proudly before turning to you.

“see, we recently had to merge ms.yoo’s human resource department from yeonnam-dong to here. so there’ll be a lot of co-managing you two will need to figure out.” he explains more coldly now that he’s out of earshot of most employees. you start to feel a headache brewing at the information. 

mr.shim has always felt that telling you important company updates is a tedious task, so he always does it at the very last second. just last month he sprung a presentation to the company executives onto you two days before it was due. you nearly had an ulcer from the amount of stress you were put under, but you grit through the task, as you always do.

“mr. shim, could you explain that again?” you ask, balling your hand into a fist in your pocket. ms. yoo looks away, already feeling the tension in the room.

“you and ms. yoo will now be co-managing the company’s human resources department together.” he says dryly, probably already daydreaming about taking the rest of the day off to relax while you have to manage to magically fix the company.

“mr. shim, are you serious, what happened to our five division managers?” you offer with more bite to your tone. ms. yoo fidgets with her dress shirt, unable to bear this uncomfortable conversation.

“three were let go yesterday, and just to let you know, i vouched for you in there. it was between you and mr. jung.” he scowls a bit before putting a more professional smile in front of ms. yoo. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to return to my desk. i trust that you two will sort out this merger.”

with swift steps, he beelines towards the elevators. making his always far too quick exit from your floor. you stare out of the room, letting your shoulders finally slump down with exhaustion, and it’s not even 9 in the morning.

“i’m sorry about that.” you hear quietly, you turn your head back towards ms. yoo. her sheepish expression making you all the more exhausted. not only has mr. shim burdened you, now he’s burdened ms. yoo too.

“no need to apologize, i should apologize really. welcome to our division! i hope we get along well.” you offer a bow with your hand out, she shakes it firmly and offers you the same bow.

“mr. shim can be a lot.” she remarks quietly, slowly taking out desk supplies to adorn her office. 

“yes, he really can.” you say, helping ms. yoo set up her desk. taking out staplers and cute pens from her box,and putting them across her desk. outside of the office you can hear incoming workers from other divisions filing in, each with their own office supplies and curious eyes at joining your team.

ms. yoo stares at you while you stare outside.

--

you offer to host a division team lunch, bringing in all the new and familiar faces with you to a local spot. where your favorite halmeoni cooks her famous soondubu-jigae.

“halmeoni, these are my co-workers!” you shout when you walk in, ms. yoo trailing behind you. examining the restaurant as you talk with her excitedly. she watches the way you offer vitamins to your grandmother, a soft smile on her face.

all your co-workers begin filing in, everyone taking seats around a long table. loud group conversations sparking between different coworkers. you finally take the only open seat next to ms. yoo. offering her a small smile as she scoots for you to sit down.

“so this is your halemoni’s restaurant?” she asks over the loud conversation. 

“yes, she’s the best chef i know. trust me, one bite of her soondubu and you’ll never want to try another place!” you say with excitement. she laughs before looking through the menu.

“meal is on me today, welcome to the team!” you offer with a large smile.

a roar of cheers erupt among your coworkers, mainly the new faces. and soon everyone’s nervous mood is being settled with contentment. you don’t even spot the warm eyes from your co-manager.

--

“good night everyone, see you all tomorrow!” you hear from various coworkers, taking a quick glance up from the stacks of paper work surrounding you, you can see most people have already left. and the sun’s set long ago. you peep through the blinds and notice the bright street lamps and the busy commute back home.

having a quick stretch before walking to grab another coffee, you recount your day. you’ve once again managed to turn a very sour morning into one that’s turned out quite okay. and ms. yoo is an efficient manager, you can see why she was kept in the company. she’s smart, quick and diligent–much like yourself.

you begin to drink your coffee, when you’re pulled out of your thoughts.

“you know it’s not good to drink coffee after 3 right? and certainly not at 6.” she smirks at you, grabbing some hot water for her shin-chan mug.

“well i know it’s not good, but i have to get through this paperwork for tomorrow.” you offer, drinking more of the lukewarm coffee in your mug. you can even see the rings of coffee staining the sides.

“you work yourself to death here.” she offers, turning to you once more. “how long have you been a manager?”

“2 years.” you say in between sips, already feeling the caffeine giving you that push to keep going. “how about you?”

“1 year.” she offers.

“impressive, most people don’t last more than six months here”, you say. giving your mug up as a small cheers to her.

“i could say the same to you, you’re the most efficient manager here.” she says looking back down at her water.

“mhm, that is true. even got an award for it ‘best manager 2023’, i can still see mr. jung’s face when i received the award.” you laugh at the memory.

she laughs and turns away, “well i’m done for the day, so i’ll see you tomorrow, co-manager.” and with a wink she leaves the company kitchen. you stare at her retreating figure, and then back down at your coffee.

--

with a whiskey on ice in one hand and arms languidly laying on the armchair, you stare at the stage in front of you. lights adorning the main stage, and velvet dark red curtains hiding the backstage, a fog machine supplying a steady stream of fog around the base fo the stage. leering men and women all sitting around. there’s already a few girls performing on other stages, but everyone knows the main stage is where to be. they always place their top girl onto the main stage.

you glance left and right, looking at the other performers, none of which that intrigue you, instead, you focus on the disco reflecting the colors like a kaleidoscope. minjeong grins next to you, a martini in hand and she toys with the olive. 

“did you hear they have a new main girl tonight?” minjeong says as she sets her glass down, adjusting her tie a bit.

“i didn’t, you know i don’t get invested in the girls, i just want a performance.” you reply. she gives you a quick eye roll, before fishing through her pant pocket for a flyer.

“that’s what i said too, until i saw giselle.” she says, unfolding the flyer in hand. you can see in big bold serif letters. ‘Friday Grandeur: Pink Karina” and below with a headshot of a woman with bold dark eyeliner, and beautiful cat-like eyes, black lingerie emphasizing her bold pink hair.

“giselle says she just moved into town, but she’s the real deal.” minjeong offers with a giddy smile. sliding the flyer into blazer pocket. watching the way you scoff at her, sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, but aren’t they all supposed to be.

then the announcer comes through, “welcome to the stage, for the very first time, miss pink karina.” and the music fades in. you stare at the stage in expectation, watching the way the lights all shine into one spot, right in between the curtains. and with sultry music playing, you watch her emerge from backstage. her bold pink hair catching your eye, and then seeing the way her eyes are low and a grin that sits across her face.

her figure approaches the stage, and even in the smoke you can see her beautiful silhouette as walks center stage. she’s in a gorgeous black lingerie that fits to her figure like a glove. the flyer does her no justice, and for the second time in the week, your jaw drops at the sight of gorgeous women. her legs are long and strong, her heels accentuating the length. her curvaceous figure leaves much to imagine, her long fingernails look like they could rake down your body and leave trails of marks. she seems to be an immediate favorite, rallying cheers and hoots. each one leaving an even more sour taste on your mouth. like rapid dogs they adore her like she fell from the sky.

you uncross and cross your legs again, watching the way she moves across the stage, not forgetting to give each and every viewer a memory to savor. and she reaches the main stage with the golden pole and her eyes scan the crowd, eventually landing on you and she looks like she opened her mouth, but you couldn’t tell with the way your eyes were locked onto hers. she watches you a bit more before continuing to circle the stage.

“she seems to like you.” minjeong whispers through the music.

“no she doesn’t, if she likes me then she likes everyone.” you scoff at minjeong, waving her off as she continues to watch the pink-haired woman. you return your vision to her as well, taking a small sip of the whiskey in your cup.

you relax your tense shoulders, and watch her figure retreat to the other side of the stage.

karina…

you take another sip of your whiskey, watching her closely.

--

a/n: part 2? stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[emsdevs]

HBD EMMMMMMM🩷🩷🩷 If you’re still taking reqs for the birthday prompts thing, do you mind doing number 19 with Joey B? Thanks love ya🩷🩷

a/n: ahhhh my first fic/blurb for joe!!! thank you so much foe requesting nonnie!! hope you all enjoy!! also be on the look out for a fun little character of mine! iykyk

Prompt 19: "Kiss me." "What-"

Birthday Celly 2025 Masterlist | masterlist

Big events were never really your thing. Unfortunately, they’re just something that comes with fame. Luckily, tonight, you have a couple of very good friends to keep you company. You had met Joe and Jamar at an event quite similar to this one a little less than two years ago, and you’d been close with the duo ever since. 

You were attending this event alone, due to your recent breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. Joe and Jamar were happy to keep you company though, and they were even happier to see you smiling again. It had been pretty rare since the breakup. It meant a lot to them to see you let loose again. You’d been talking to the two of them about this past season when you noticed a familiar face on the other side of the room. 

“I just wish we could’ve seen some more effort from- Hey, are you good?” Joe cuts you off, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“He’s here,” your voice sounds far away.

“Who’s here?” you vaguely hear Jamar ask you.

“Ellis.”

“Where?” they both start to look around.

“Don’t look! Just,” you turn to Joe, who Ellis was always overly worried about, “kiss me.”

Joe looks shocked. “What-” you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him.

You would’ve swore you didn’t like Joe like that, and you’re sure he’d say the same. This kiss, though, is something you won’t get off your mind for quite a while. Your lips molded with Joe’s so perfectly it was like they were made to be pressed against his. It was soft and sweet, yet somehow also tension-filled and a little messy.

“Oh. My god,” you hear Jamar somewhere behind you, and it brings you back to reality. You look over Joe’s shoulder to see Ellis looking distraught. His face was frozen in shock, and his eyes were swimming with the regret he felt for letting you go. For a moment, you almost felt bad as you watched his face turn from shock to sadness, but then you remembered why you broke up with him and sent him a smile before turning back to Joe. 

When your eyes meet Joe’s again, he’s frozen in place, and he hasn’t moved since you kissed him. You share a look with Jamar, who claps loudly in front of Joe’s face. He comes back to reality with a jump from the noise and his face darts toward yours. 

“What was that?” his voice is so loud you end up smacking a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t attract too much attention. 

“What was what, Joe?” you remove your hand from his mouth, letting him speak.

“You can not just kiss me like that and pretend like nothing just happened,” he’s a little breathless when he says it, and you hear Jamar giggling from beside you. You know he’s eating this up.

“I’m sorry. What would you like me to do about it?” you send Joe a smug smile, not entirely opposed to this new tension between the two of you.

“Do it again,” he matches your smile before pulling you in again. Yeah, you’re definitely not mad about this.

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[azurem]

Oooh 💥☝️Sum up the kind of relationship they have 💥🛐 I feel like while they are (GAY) cute together they are still a little toxic (silly toxic) with each other.Something like using each other for some benefit HEHEHAHAHA 💥

Okay this is kinda fun cuz I think it depends on how far along they are in their relationship. However, to be more hmmm concise, I'll explain their dynamic in a "half—half" relationship situation! (Aka they've been a couple for some time but they aren't super-married)

(about them using each other cuz it's long)

First of all we have to have in mind that they both entered the relationship not only out of genuine attraction but also because the other was useful. — In my multiverse, at least, Nightmare's main fuel to start knowing Ink better/manipulate him was because of a single truth in their verse: while most people can AU travel, they can't AU discover (For example, if a fell Undyne wanted to fo back to her verse from a classic AU, she could do it quite easily. But if she wouldn't be able to go to an AU she has never been in).

And while Nightmare can go AU "discover", this method of transportation would be limited to mostly negative AUs anyway. Like, even if he, somehow, managed to negative all the neutral AUs (make everyone miserable) he would never be able to get into pacifist AUs because he can't travel to AUs that have much positivity. This was a problem for him cuz he wanted to have all of the AUs under him and not just half of them. As such, he decided to find a solution, which was to find a multiverse explorer that was able to transport multiple people: Ink.

(the way he discovered it was mostly out of some reasoning ngl. Ink's the natural foil to Error, who seems to go wherever he wants, so it'd be natural for him to be able to travel non discriminately. The reason why he chose Ink was because he was the most accessible and "tame" out of the others he knew about)

Ink's way of using Nightmare mostly relied on stuff he already promised to them: like, being able to call Nightmare's gang whenever he felt like Error was being too much (as in my multiverse lore creativity was running lower than usual so Ink couldn't keep attacking at his usual pace since it's either being able to battle or having emotions) and meta stuff that Nightmare wasn't affected by; he wanted to bait the creators into paying more attention because a partnership between the two of them would be something new.

Anyways with that base talked about it's kinda funny to talk about this. Hm. At a medium point, they don't really use each other like that. Mainly because they found out about something called the emotional wall. They weren't supposed to catch feelings for each other, so these efforts to exploit each other's abilities for their own benefit simply. Can't be done comfortably.

Main one affected by this is Nightmare, who I feel would be the one most attached. While Ink is still somewhat of an asset to him, he has already acknowledged that any true effort to truly weaponize Ink like that would end up with them being affected negatively. Seeing Ink affected negatively isn't particularly attractive to him, so he doesn't. The problem of the limited travel still exists, but he has decided not to think about it for some time forward. (After all, he still has Ink under his sleeve. Even if he chooses not to use him now doesn't mean that he won't be after, right?). Besides this being a thing™ he also knows he's at a disadvantage in the emotional play. He is the one that fell harder. He can't go being too careless if Ink could break him with a few placed words and not vice versa.

Ink is funny because I feel like he would just. Not use much of Nightmare's help like that, even at the beginning. It's a recurring theme I have for Ink that he just likes to suffer. He really enjoys drowning in glasses of water. The thing just got worse now that he got feelings because as he now feels somewhat responsible for Nightmare's actions he doesn't like to really involve him in his deal with Error. It was different when Nightmare was somewhat of a NPC to him as he just assumed it was a character behaving against another (Night having beef with Error and using him as an excuse to beat him up and win them over) but now that he actually believes him a person he's just. Really uncomfortable?? (Would you get your partner to help you defeat a videogame boss? Even if yes, Ink just doesn't strike me as someone who'd ask for help. To me, he just loves to make everything more difficult for himself)

(actual dynamics)

I think they are kind of cute while they're alone. But it's fun to think about love dynamics...!

As I've mentioned before, my usual dynamic for them is that Nightmare's the one that fell harder and the one that's the most sure about the feelings he has. Ink fell after but he's the one that's the most ashamed of how he's feeling. (I like to play that this is when he discovered "embarrassment" and "shame" as true emotions. His crush is shameful. He still thinks of himself as someone above other characters in a way. He gets ashamed of liking Nightmare the way someone gets embarrassed of liking a character too much for their liking). However, while he's ashamed I feel like he tries to overcompensate it by being obnoxious about it?

Like, he knows he's kinda uwu butterflies in tummy yn-ing here. But he's also aware that his romance fic co-protagonist is doing worse. He doesn't get as flustered when he's the one doing the flustering, so he pretty much goes for the kill whenever he has the chance to. Nightmare doesn't fall far behind because he's salty Ink made him fall in love with them, so flustering them would be his owed revenge. They're kinda competitive like that.

(this spitefulness Nightmare has also translates to a desire to see Ink under him/in a lower position than his as a way to gain back control, which is fun to think about. He just really doesn't like the idea that Ink's the one with the most power in their relationship, though he can't fault them since he's the one with the feelings. Evil stuff)

(also theme of love is shame and love is power kinda thing here i dunno)

Toxic stuff (evil)

Okay here comes the heavy stuff. Even taking into account how they wouldn't use each other in practical ways, they'd still be pretty toxic I believe. They grow and get better but. It's a harsh thing. I like wholesome not that angsty stuff so most of the bad behaviors aren't that. Severe?

First of all I think Ink would be neglectful and would just refuse to communicate. He pretty much weaponizes ignoring Nightmare whenever he feels like he's been slighted. Like, Ink would forget to check/say hi, Nightmare would get upset at being ignored and Ink would just go back to ignore him because he didn't like the tone he used when he was complaining. He'd also lie a lot, mainly when he forgets about things they were supposed to do and all that. (Though they ended up neutralizing this one cuz Nightmare now has a vial of paint just to summon Ink if he ever wants to talk/date, so yippie??)

Ink would also just. Not take a lot of hints? He'd play along with most of the stuff he does notice, though. He'd play flustered if he thought Nightmare deserved it as a reward kinda thing.

I think he just wouldn't treat Nightmare much as an equal, even if he's one of the most "person" to him. Habits die hard so I think he would fall to see him as a dateable NPC at times. Kinda condescending in a way.

Nightmare's toxicness is fun to think about, mainly because I think it's. Explosive?

Like, I feel like he wouldn't get too manipulative since he knows Ink. Well. Knows whenever he's trying something funny. He knows Ink would just play along so the idea of doing so feels useless to him. He wouldn't be too abrasive because he also knows that Ink's the one holding the most power in the relationship; Nightmare can't act without any thought behind because Ink would retaliate and he'd retaliate hard. So he just doesn't act very much nor complains too much about it up until he gets upset enough he does.

So yeah. I'm afraid that Nightmare would vampire wattpad boyfriend behave. Sometimes. He'd try to be... Reasonable?? (While he gets jealous he knows Ink's pretty much aroace so he's not making any sense) But he would also semi kidnap Ink whenever he feels like they're forgetting who's supposed to be in charge of their thing. Not very effective since Ink doesn't treat him seriously but it's a thing he would do I believe. Just. Him trying to get Ink to behave "according" to a monarch's spouse but Ink just never caring about it.

Nightmare would also be very. Old minded in a way. He'd try to get ink to wear shoes and stay inside more because he's evil and shouldn't be trusted.

Also he would have a weird fixation into trying to get Ink scared because he feels like fear is one of the only reliable methods of control he has. Not because of him because he doesn't want to change the fact that he's gained his trust but. External factors. He'd have a field day the day he finds Ink's scared of the white/the antivoid, though he would also be shameless and try to comfort him cuz he's a jerk.

I just think they would both be very into reaction seeking. Ink has faked to break up with him before. Nightmare has hid some of Ink's paints just to see if Ink would get more/not care and only drink paint that he already has in his sash. I hate them

[utterlyazriel]

Oh, that's good to know, darling! I was just worried someone was robbin' you! On the other hand... Would you give us your Arthur Morgan fics recs? Tumblr or ao3? <3 if its not too much trouble!

[rubs my hands together like a devious lil fly] why nonnie i would be delighted to share as i've been far too slack in sharing what i've been reading!! in no particular order <3

the leather and lace series by the oh so talented @photo1030 this one is a big currently twenty five (25!) chaptered fic with that dynamic u hunger for when you play the game... like oof, it hits the spot, it scratches the itch, etc etc big ol chefs kiss from sloane <3

as far as dreams go / part two by @serawritesthings mutual pining my goddamn BELOVED this is a big long juicy fic with that sweet, sweet miscommunication! incredible prose and someone who loves arthur the same way i do i reckon <3

of horses and men by @eaaaazygurl any fic that lets the reader be there for arthur is one i'm gobbling down fr. i actually couldn't believe this beauty doesn't have more notes

the caretaker by @immajustvibehere MY BIG SOFTIEEEE like this guy gets it, the prompt was tasty but the delivery? freakin scrumptious

graphite and gratitude by @bimrsadler oughhh something about this dynamic actually tickles me pink, getting wound up but arthur being the one who easily unwind you like that's the stuff man

salt and pepper by @hihomeghere cos i also eat up any fic that lets me live out the fantasy of grabbing gorgeous arthur morgan by the face and telling him that he's HAWT

same goes for sweet dreams by @cowboydisaster like ough toothrotting fluff actually, what fanfiction was created for, amazing, showstopping, unbeatable, etc etc

give me my sin again by @messrmoonyy we love a little devoted secret relationship.... and sin, we love sin 🙂‍↕️

conflicted spaces by @not-neverland06 WHEWWW a whole ass story to devour, i love love love having a plot to sink my teeth into and the hurt/comfort aspect of the whole thing just sweetens the deal <3

one warm day is all i really need by @threadbearsweater i'll be real with u i don't remember this one off the top of my head BUT i have high standards to have things shelved away in my likes, waiting to be properly rbed, so i trust in my heart its spectacular

ok that's all for now <3 i should really make an effort to do some occasional recs because this was hella fun! thank you for asking nonnie! hopefully you find something new!

mwah x

[mya-valentine]

February 12th - Met Him Last Night by Demi Lovato - Sukuna x Reader

The air was thick with the heavy scent of alcohol and muted whispers. It was one of those nights that bled into itself, indistinguishable from the others you spent frequenting dimly lit bars. Not because you enjoyed the company or the drinks, but because the world outside felt too cold, too isolating. Here, under the amber glow of faulty lightbulbs and amongst strangers, it was easier to forget.

The bartender slid a glass of wine your way—red, your usual—without so much as a glance, retreating back to the other patrons. You nursed the drink, the taste bitter but tolerable, and let your eyes wander across the room.

That’s when you saw him.

He sat in the corner, his posture relaxed but somehow commanding. His presence was magnetic, like the air around him crackled with danger and allure. His tattoos crawled up his forearms and neck, dark markings that almost looked alive. His crimson eyes locked onto yours as if he’d been waiting for you to notice him. A smirk spread across his lips, sharp and predatory, making your stomach churn and flip in equal measure.

You quickly looked away, your cheeks burning under his gaze, but it was too late. He was already walking toward you.

“You’re sitting here all alone,” he said, his voice smooth and laced with amusement. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”

You glanced up at him, his figure towering over you. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating even, but there was something about him that made it impossible to look away.

“I can handle myself,” you replied, your voice firmer than you felt.

His smirk deepened, and he slid onto the stool beside you without invitation. “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he said, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you like you were the most fascinating thing in the room.

He ordered a drink—sake, you noted—and kept the conversation flowing. He was funny, charismatic, and far too charming for his own good. There was something disarming about the way he spoke, the way he listened like every word you said was worth treasuring.

But there was also something deeply unsettling beneath it all, a darkness lurking in the edges of his smile.

Hours passed, though it felt like minutes. You lost track of how many drinks you’d had or how many times he’d made you laugh. He was intoxicating in a way the alcohol could never be.

It wasn’t until he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear, that you realized just how close you’d let him get.

“Come with me,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

You hesitated. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to say no, to leave, to run. But you didn’t. Something about him, about the way he looked at you like you were his to claim, made it impossible to refuse.

He led you out of the bar, his hand firm on the small of your back. The streets were empty, the silence eerie under the faint glow of streetlights. You didn’t ask where he was taking you. You didn’t want to know.

When you reached an old, abandoned temple on the outskirts of the city, your stomach twisted with unease. “Why are we here?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your efforts to sound steady.

He turned to you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Because this is where I wanted to take you.”

You took a step back, but his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a grip that was far too strong. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” he asked, his tone mocking.

“N-no,” you stammered, though the pounding of your heart betrayed you.

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a chill down your spine. “Liar,” he said, pulling you closer.

You struggled against his grip, but it was like trying to fight against steel. “Let me go,” you demanded, your voice rising in panic.

His smile faded, replaced by something colder, darker. “Oh, but you don’t want that,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Not really.”

His other hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch was deceptively gentle, a stark contrast to the vice-like grip on your wrist.

“You see, I’ve been watching you,” he continued, his voice almost hypnotic. “You’re so... naive. So easy to manipulate. It’s almost too perfect.”

Your blood ran cold at his words. “What do you want from me?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Everything,” he whispered.

Panic surged through you, and you tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice a low growl that made your knees weak with fear.

“I’m not—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “You don’t have to understand now. You will, though. In time.”

He released your wrist, but before you could bolt, the air around you shifted. Dark tendrils of cursed energy slithered out from him, wrapping around you like vines. They coiled around your arms, your legs, your throat, binding you in place.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. His cursed energy was too strong, too overwhelming.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “It’ll only make things worse.”

“Why are you doing this?” you choked out, your voice trembling with fear.

He tilted his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “Because I can,” he said simply, as if that was reason enough.

You felt your knees buckle, and he caught you before you hit the ground, cradling you in his arms like a predator with its prey.

“You’ll thank me for this one day,” he said, his voice soft but laced with malice. “You’ll see. You’re mine now, and there’s no escaping that.”

As the darkness closed in around you, the last thing you saw was his wicked smile, the smile of a devil who had claimed his prize.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬. - 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

❝ your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, but i wish I was dead. ❞ - dark paradise, lana del rey.

yandere! honkai star rail men. (ana's faves edition.)

❦ Just a little post of my faves on why they love you! I've always been a fan of Valentine's Day because I always have, and always will be a proud Lover Girl™!

❧ 𝔧𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔲𝔞𝔫.

The tender eyed general can name a plethora of things that he loves about you... As a matter of fact, he could spend centuries just sitting in his ravishing garden, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of divine blossoms as he lists the qualities that he finds oh so endearing and appealing.

Frankly, that level of lovesick is a smidge maddening to some people. Others find the general's devotion incredibly charming. It's really a matter of perspective when you think about it.

However, all of his endless praise can be summed up to one thing in particular. You give him a sense of peace.

Pray tell, how many centuries of suffering has Jing Yuan endured? Well, it's difficult to pinpoint because the man is beyond adept at keeping his feelings in check, let alone actually revealing what makes him lose sleep at night. Jing Yuan has lost so much. He has endured far, far too much than one man ought to.

He may be a general, a warrior, a leader - but even he had his own dreams. His own ambitions. All of which became lost to time, strife and duty.

And all of his pain, all of the ache he feels in his shoulders simply melts away whenever you sit by his side. He is no better than a massive, spoiled house cat who just wishes to eat fine treats and be spoiled by your endless love and devotion.

If he could pick how he could die, all Jing Yuan would ever want is to be in your arms. His heart would be still, calm... The tranquility is just so heavenly, however could he give up on such a feeling?

❧ 𝔧𝔦𝔞𝔬𝔮𝔦𝔲.

Life is a strange road to trek on. You never really know what sort of perils you could come across. That was what made things so fun, Jiaoqiu would reckon.

Even if he no longer had the ability to actually see that road anymore...

The foxian was at least happy to know that his other senses had not been dulled thanks to his unfortunate predicament. He may be blind but he was not weak. He was too stubborn for that. Jiaoqiu still wished to fulfill his duty until the bitter end, no matter what the cost.

Stubbornness and an iron clad will can only get you so far though, especially if your body fails to cooperate. His spirit may be strong but his body simply is not.

And you would be there to hold his hand to tell him that it was all going to be alright.

As Jiaoqiu would break into massive coughs, his body giving into the horrible pain, he was still so happy to see that even after everything, you were still there for him.

Your loyalty had remained unshaken.

However could he thank you for this?

He was going to do everything he can to protect you, to love you in the way you deserve to be loved. Just thinking about you made his weak heart feel stronger again...

❧ 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶.

To be loved is to be heard. And to be heard is simply the greatest gift in the universe.

For as long as he could remember, that was all Sunday did. He would sit patiently as the person on the other side would tell him their biggest secrets, reveal their darkest sins. He had lost count of how many deplorable and depressing things he has heard throughout the years.

It had never even occurred to him that perhaps, he too needed to unveil his own darkness to another.

Without meaning to, he caved into that weakness. He did not even know that he had such a weakness. It was his job to listen, his job to guide, his job to be true. Even after joining the Astral Express, the least he could do was to hear the crew out on their many woes.

And yet, without any real effort, you had managed to break down his walls. You had shattered him for an evening, allowing him to speak his mind.

For the first time in forever, Sunday had been heard. He choked back the sobs, tried to bite down his despair but it was all pointless. All he had to do was to just look into your eyes and he was just so done. You held him like no one ever had, made him feel so vulnerable and weak but oh so happy.

Can you blame the poor little soul for becoming so attached to you after such an incident?

❧ 𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔫.

Everyone wants to be a hero.

In one way or the other, most - if not all - people wish to be acknowledged. They wish to hear the praise of their peers, they wish to know that they're doing good. Besides, being a hero has so many perks. People love you, they trust you.

And that same love is a shackle which you can't break out of.

That was how Phainon felt. He had no right to feel scared, he did not have the luxury of bowing out of a battle. If someone even suggested such an idea to him, Phainon would just let out a hearty laugh, his Adam's apple going up and down as his blue eyes shined bright with determination, the grip on his sword steady and more than ready to strike down his foes.

You knew better than to fall for that trick. Even with all that bravado, you could still sense the tiny quiver in his voice. You could see from the corner of your eye how his thighs shake ever so slightly.

Phainon was afraid. And once you had him cornered, you confronted him. Underneath the bright Okhema sky, you told him that it was alright to be terrified. That it was alright to have second doubts. That it was alright to be angry.

He may be a hero but he was still just a man.

And it was in that moment that Phainon realized that there was no need to keep up his hero facade with you. That he could just... be himself. Naturally, he was still cheerful, goofy and silly - teasing you was just too much fun.

But there was just a certain level of trust he felt. He knew that you would never judge him no matter what he did. Phainon was so happy to know that he had a sanctuary in your arms.

A dark corner of his heart trembled at the thought of losing that sanctuary. May the Titans bless him because he did not know what he would do if he lost you...

[leaderwon]

THE CITY LIGHTS : NRK | 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝟏𝟒)

Synopsis : A surprise date planned by Riki turns into an unforgettable evening filled with laughter, dancing, and heartfelt confessions. Under the city lights, he shows you just how much he treasures every moment with you.

Warnings : kisses, dancing, lots of fluff

Luna's diary : hehe happy valentine's day to all my babies :3

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You stood by the window of your apartment, staring at the glimmering city lights. The evening air was crisp, carrying a faint scent of spring. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and a smile crept onto your face when Riki's name appeared on the screen.

"Come outside." That was all his text said, but it was enough to make your heart race.

You grabbed your coat and hurried downstairs. The cool breeze greeted you as you stepped onto the sidewalk. Parked by the curb were two bicycles, and Riki stood beside them, looking effortlessly handsome in a black jacket.

"What's this about?" you asked, curious but excited. He grinned, holding out a helmet for you. "You'll see." His eyes sparkled with mischief.

The ride was filled with easy conversation and laughter. Riki had a way of making even the quiet moments feel special. You pedaled side by side, the city lights blurring into a beautiful mosaic.

"You trust me, right?" he asked suddenly, glancing at you. "Always." The sincerity in your voice was undeniable. He smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "Good. Because tonight's going to be unforgettable."

Eventually, he led you to a quiet spot overlooking the city skyline. The view was breathtaking, with lights stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Woah" you whispered, stepping off your bike. "This is amazing." Riki came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Not as amazing as you." His voice was soft, and the warmth of his embrace sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You leaned back against him, feeling completely at peace. "You really know how to make a girl feel special." "That's the goal," he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He led you to a small clearing where a portable speaker sat on the ground. Music began to play, a soft melody that made your heart ache in the best way.

"Dance with me," he said, holding out his hand. You laughed lightly. "Here?" "Why not? No one's watching." His smile was irresistible.

Taking his hand, you let him pull you close. The music wrapped around you both as you swayed under the stars. Riki's movements were smooth, his touch gentle but confident.

"You know," he murmured, "I've been wanting to do this for a while." "What? Take me dancing in the middle of nowhere?" you joked. He chuckled. "Something like that. But mostly, I just wanted to have you all to myself." Your heart swelled at his words. "You have me now."

The song changed to a slower tempo, and Riki's expression softened. "I love you," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Your breath caught. The words hung in the air, shimmering like the city lights around you.

"I love you too," you whispered, feeling the weight of the moment.

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. The kiss that followed was slow and tender, sealing the promises you both made with those simple words.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his. "Thank you for tonight." "Anytime," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're worth every effort."

The night stretched on, filled with more dancing, stolen kisses, and quiet conversations. As you lay side by side on the blanket Riki had brought, staring up at the stars, you couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

"This was perfect," you said softly. "It really was," he agreed, his fingers intertwined with yours.

And as the city lights flickered in the distance, you knew this was a night you would always remember.

© @leaderwon 2025. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[spoopdeedoop]

real friends have weird greetings that usually involve hitting each other

[horsemeatluvr23]

the juppet !! i just realised he is jerma posing i swear that was unintentional...... i spent so long digging thru muppet concept art and looking at old puppet designs just to end up doing a rly simple drawing but. i love joehills!! i have only been watching them for like 4 years but their videos r so special to me :3

[cent-scratchnsniff]

elaborate self hate and ungodly amounts of yapping. underneath is just the main ones without text on it

[spacebubblehomebase]

Without colors or context, this simple and stupid comic of mine feels so, so tense; It's ominous. The difference from the tone of my last doodle is low-key hilarious though. But please, *insert ace joke here* cause I swear this is nothing serious. I don't even know why I gave in so much effort or show ya'll my progress before finishing, yet here we are. -Bubbly💙

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[quietwingsinthesky]

youtube stop recommending me that five hour long “fall of doctor who” video challenge. there is not a video i could be less interested in watching.

[jaevy]

your room was square

i once noticed from there

in your bed, as you slept

and i held my breath

everything had its own place

and i wondered what space would i take

in the order you kept

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao