#you dropped your forgiveness 🔪

[t3acupz]

i will never forgive nbc for canceling hannibal, the black donnellys and debris

[fright-designs]

“you dropped your forgiveness, Will” 🔪🦌🩸 (buy it here)

[rp-partnerfinder]

🔪 SUPERNATURAL??? in 2024??? apparently, yeah... 🔪

heyyyyyy soooooo..... as it turns out, Ya Boi is back on his Supernatural bender for the first time in ten years. you know how it goes; you need something to watch in the bg, you get way too invested, and... the rest is history.

● so, what am I looking for?

CC x CC, M x M for the most part. I'm looking to write either my Dean Winchester against your Castiel aka DESTIEL, or possibly my Gabriel against your... someone. preferred dynamics against Gabriel are either Dean or Lucifer, possibly the rest of the angels - not very picky, I guess most of the dynamics I'm looking for just involve Dean atm, hah. definitely open to, say, a platonic, family themed thread around Dean and Bobby as well. please note that I have zero interest in wincest and that on my current rewatch I'm currently only at season 5; I've watched it up to 9 before and I've been thoroughly spoiled for the rest, though, so no worries about that!

(as a sidenote, I'm super into rareships - my Pamela against your Ash, anyone???)

● about me, then: I'm 32, trans guy, residing in Europe. 15+ years of writing experience and I come equipped with samples. I prefer to write over discord in a shared a server. open to tupperbox though I don't require it! I typically write multiple paragraphs; I don't think it's possible to even get a reply under two paragraphs minimum out of me. third person prose, past tense preferred. good grammar is a must, though I'm forgiving of small mistakes. normally I reply daily, though depending on how life is (as you do) results may vary and I'll try to keep you updated. hoping for something similar! I'm super open to AUs, crossovers, different timelines, multiple threads and so on! my absolute favorite thing to write is romance with plot, with some smut tossed in. I prefer my porn with plot and prefer complex settings and relationship to sexuality rather than just mindless, emotionless humping. some pain, some fluff, some terrible angst and passionate love. a nice, healthy balance of things with love perservering through the challenges. like mentioned, I'm open to smut as well as dead dove topics; we can discuss triggers and limits in dms! not interested in toxic ships or looking to double.

finally, I hope you're a minimum of 25 years old. if you made it all the way to the bottom and remain interested, great! drop this post a like and I will surely find you! no worries about committing before you even know how I operate; my blog has links that will tell you everything I know and, upon first message, I will drop all the important info your way anyway so you may simply ghost me if it's not your thing.

look forward to hearing from you!!

.

[canonrpfinder]

🔪 SUPERNATURAL??? in 2024??? apparently, yeah... 🔪

heyyyyyy soooooo..... as it turns out, Ya Boi is back on his Supernatural bender for the first time in ten years. you know how it goes; you need something to watch in the bg, you get way too invested, and... the rest is history.

● so, what am I looking for?

CC x CC, M x M for the most part. I'm looking to write either my Dean Winchester against your Castiel aka DESTIEL, or possibly my Gabriel against your... someone. preferred dynamics against Gabriel are either Dean or Lucifer, possibly the rest of the angels - not very picky, I guess most of the dynamics I'm looking for just involve Dean atm, hah. definitely open to, say, a platonic, family themed thread around Dean and Bobby as well. please note that I have zero interest in wincest and that on my current rewatch I'm currently only at season 5; I've watched it up to 9 before and I've been thoroughly spoiled for the rest, though, so no worries about that!

(as a sidenote, I'm super into rareships - my Pamela against your Ash, anyone???)

● about me, then: I'm 32, trans guy, residing in Europe. 15+ years of writing experience and I come equipped with samples. I prefer to write over discord in a shared a server. open to tupperbox though I don't require it! I typically write multiple paragraphs; I don't think it's possible to even get a reply under two paragraphs minimum out of me. third person prose, past tense preferred. good grammar is a must, though I'm forgiving of small mistakes. normally I reply daily, though depending on how life is (as you do) results may vary and I'll try to keep you updated. hoping for something similar! I'm super open to AUs, crossovers, different timelines, multiple threads and so on! my absolute favorite thing to write is romance with plot, with some smut tossed in. I prefer my porn with plot and prefer complex settings and relationship to sexuality rather than just mindless, emotionless humping. some pain, some fluff, some terrible angst and passionate love. a nice, healthy balance of things with love perservering through the challenges. like mentioned, I'm open to smut as well as dead dove topics; we can discuss triggers and limits in dms! not interested in toxic ships or looking to double.

finally, I hope you're a minimum of 25 years old. if you made it all the way to the bottom and remain interested, great! drop this post a like and I will surely find you! no worries about committing before you even know how I operate; my blog has links that will tell you everything I know and, upon first message, I will drop all the important info your way anyway so you may simply ghost me if it's not your thing.

look forward to hearing from you!!

✒️

[imhereforscm]

"One dance" part 2

Genre: angst/romance

Warnings: none

A/N: Your outline was perfect, hun, don't put your self down💖💖 I wanna kick Tumblr so badly😚👏✨ Because I was half done formatting it and I put it as a draft to continue later and for SOME reason, it decided to NOT LET ME EDIT IT, SO I HAD TO DELETE IT AND REDO IT! AND THE ASK GOT DELETED TOO, THANK GOD I HAD A SCREENSHOT!😃🔪 ANYWAYYYY, ENJOY!!💕💕

The sharp end of his quill dug into the yellowish paper and formed dark lines and curves, along with circles. When the letters faded, he moved the quill away from it, dipping it back into the pot filled with ink as dark as the nightly terrors that plagued one’s mind. He turned towards his paper again, but his hand froze, his mind hushing all thoughts except one…

How beautiful you were.

Your eyes shone with millions of sparks, the stars in them dancing as elegantly as you moved and your gorgeous hair swayed around your face, a deserving frame of your beautiful features.

The blood fell from his face though, rushing to his stomach and dropping along with it. Ink was dripping from the tip of his quill onto his paper, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even notice.

A god was following you and Tauxolouve knew him. They’ve never spoken, but he knew he was the same age as the two of you, his face admittedly handsome and his body pleasant to look at. Yet he never imaged he���d see you with your arm linked in his, grinning and whispering amongst yourselves.

The library was quiet, Tauxolouve’s strained breaths and rapid heartbeats the loudest thing he was aware of. His fingers grew limb, his quill falling and rolling across the paper with a tap against the wooden table, causing a crack to ruin the flawless surface of the library’s silence.

At the sound, your eyes flitted to him and the corners of your lips, that brightened up your face so beautifully just a moment ago fell, your eyebrows lowering and eyes losing their spark, the stars in them dull.

The young god beside you turned to you, speaking words Tauxolouve couldn’t identify because of the distance separating you, but his eyebrows curled in worry, the look in his face proving concern.

Tauxolouve’s mouth dried. If it was his decision alone, he’d run up to you and hold you in his arms. He’d tell you how sorry he was and how much he craved for your eyes to be on him, your hand in his and your sweet scent to stain his clothes. He’d confess of the nights he’s laid on the grass and dreamt of you as he admired the countless stars that adorned the sky. He’d even tell you of the times your lips enticed him to kiss them, to trace them with his thumb. Anything, so long as you’d forgive him. As long as you’d be his and he’d be yours.

Your heels smacked the floor lightly, but he could hear your hurry in them and depict it in your manners. Such as the clumsy way you grabbed the young god’s hand and reasoned with him to leave with you.

Tauxolouve’s jaw clenched and he pursed his lips together. The way this god looked at you was the same way he’s always dreamt of openly looking at you. And the way you smiled… His heart tightened in his chest and his eyes fell to the black ink smeared across the yellowish paper, ruining his neat handwriting.

The way you smiled at him was the same way you had smiled at him that night at the ball, a few months back, when guilt wasn’t staining his mind and even though his days were dipped in melancholic foreboding and he watched silently as the things he loved faded and got covered in dust by the lack of use… At least he hadn’t hurt you. At least the sight of him didn’t cause your smile to die.

By the time Tauxolouve finished his school assignments, the moon had exiled the sun from the sky, stealing the throne it rightfully deserved and offering the night sky the silver jewels it made by itself, while it was waiting for the sun to stop being selfish and blinding.

His head was empty. The only thing he could feel was a painful aching coming from his heart and filling his chest with blades that hurt him with each breath. Stepping out into the night breeze, he walked slowly, allowing the cool air to pass through his dark hair, hopping to blow away his heartbreak too, but unfortunately that is not how it works. The laws of love and loss were not determined by the wind. That’s why it wasn’t flitting and remained like a scar, reminding you for a long time of every heartbreak or every racing of the heart.

Love had the potential to feel like flowers blooming, their petals tickling one’s stomach, but also like lightning striking you and killing you.

He heard talking, words tied together like music notes across a staff and upon turning his head, his lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he remained there, staring at a painting that made his eyes bleed and his heart stop.

The young god was smiling down at you tenderly, his eyes soft and your back was facing Tauxolouve, who longed to be the man holding you right now. “Good night.” He said and leant in, his eyes closing.

Tauxolouve’s heart jolted and before it could leap out of his throat, he moved to leave. He would’ve had… Had you not stopped the young god.

Your pretty hand touched his chest and he opened his eyes again, staring at you in subtle curiosity. “I’m not ready.” You said, denying his lips.

“Alright.” He nodded, his hands slipping away from your waist slowly. “Good night.”

“Good night.” You turned away from the young god, only for the step you were about to take to vanish, your foot staying in place. Your eyes found Tauxolouve’s and you stared at him wordlessly, a lump in you throat as your mind was kept prisoner to his presence.

“How have you been?” Tauxolouve asked, hesitantly taking a step closer to you, relieved to see you weren’t pulling away.

You swallowed thickly and forced your gaze away from his. “Good, thank you.” You straightened your back, still not daring to look back at him, knowing full well you’d never be able to say the next words if you did. “I hope you’ve been well too. Good night.”

“Wait!” He called out, his hand reaching out for you, but stopping just before he could touch you, assuming you wouldn’t want that.

You turned to him sharply, your face not stern, but still guarded. “It’s late. I want to go home.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But…” He breathed in deeply and fisted his hands by either side of his hips. “I need to tell you something.” He paused, staring like a desperate man into your eyes and perhaps, that’s what he was. A desperate man. Desperate for no one else, but you. “That night, when you confessed at the ball…” He began, seeing as you were listening to him, although your body was slightly turned away from him. “I denied you, but please. Please, allow me to take it back…!”

“What are you asking of me?” You asked, your heart racing and it hurt you deeply. It shouldn’t be racing like this. You had moved on… Or so you thought. Regardless, you had to keep yourself together.

“I’m asking if you’d want to try this with me. Be together, I mean.” He didn’t know what he was doing. He swore he’d push them all away, so he wouldn’t have anyone to lose, yet here he was, blinded by love and pain and going against his better judgment.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, your body facing him fully. Your heart ushered you to accept, yet your mind advised you to deny. You promised yourself a new start after all. And you had someone who loved you and treated you well. It was wrong for you to yearn for Tauxolouve still. “Like you said back then… It won’t last. After two weeks, everything will fade away. After one dance all of this will be nothing, but another experience in your list of lovers. I will be yet another meaningless name among the many. That’s not what I want.”

The cracks across Tauxolouve’s heart spread more and more, until the bloody carves connected and his heart fell apart, blood no longer flowing in his veins, as he listened to you, answering him honestly about a lie.

“Being another goddess is not what I want.” You said, hurting inside, but you steeled yourself and turned your back to him. “I want to be someone who lasts. I want a love that’s deep and strong, not something that’s disposable and useless after two weeks. I’m sorry, but our goals just don’t align…” And then you fled, your feet moving quickly away from him, so he wouldn’t see the tears you could no longer hold within your ribcage.

Tauxolouve’s head hang low, his gaze unfocused on the ground as his eyes blurred. He hated himself. He hated his fate. He hated not being able to cherish the one he loves. And he hated how there was no one here to grant his wish.

“I wish you understood…” He muttered, a broken whisper lost in wind.

That night, you sat outside at the balcony of your house, your arms folded onto the table and your face buried in them. Usually you’d stare up at the stars, but you didn’t dare to anymore. Their silver glory reminded you of all the dreams you’d craft.

You’d dream of him and his caramel scent wrapping around you, as he’d hug you close. You craved to nuzzle your nose into his chest, or rest your temple onto his shoulder and stargaze with him.

But you forced yourself to get rid of those dreams now… Thus, you avoided the sight of the stars, your mind not obeying your wishes, or the fact that you were with someone else right now.

You closed your eyes, trying to part your senses with everything around you, blocking away the reality and your surroundings, so you could fade into darkness. And apparently, it worked a little too well. Your muscles relaxed and your breathing slowed down, your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, as your mind drifted away.

Humans would often say the laws of the universe are unpredictable. No one really knows what life has for them next. Gods, on the other hand, never question such things. They’re connected to the universe, pulling the strings of humans’ fates, be it through reforming them or rewarding them.

Yet what they didn’t know… Was that a god’s wish could be granted ever so often.

Your mind molded a lake, its waters crystalline, though when you peered into them, your reflection was not present. You looked around you, your brows furrowing at how vivid and real the dream felt.

A statue of a god came into view and casting your eyes lower, a god in his teenage years stood there, paint brush in hand and his fingers stained in colors. His eyes were dark and gorgeous as the sunlight found home within them and when he stared at you, your breath hitched.

But gazing closer, you noticed his gaze was not quite on you. His eyes were casted far, a peaceful expression across his face. Your mind was hazy… Who was that god…? He looked familiar, but you couldn’t name him, like a place you’ve been in your childhood and is now nothing but a fever dream you’re not even sure if really existed.

Then his face blurred, the image wrinkling like the surface of the lake’s water and you found yourself inspecting the next thing you saw closely. Now, a man was right in front of you, his features helping you connect the previous young god to this one.

In this image, his face was shaped with every aspect of maturity and although he was an adult, you could still tell you knew him.

Something tugged at your heartstrings at the sight of him though. His face was covered in dust, his clothes wrinkled and also dirtied and your throat tightened the more you looked at the distress written all over his beautiful face.

Just as the image began to fade and your world got dipped into endless and bottomless darkness, a tear streamed down your cheek. “He’s dying…!” You choked out.

A big portion of air entered your throat suddenly and your eyes opened widely. You sat up, gazing frantically all around you. For the breathtaking lake, the handsome young god, the beautiful yet sorrowful man that pushed everyone away so he wouldn’t have to part with anything… Yet no one was here, except from you and a single name in your mind. “Tauxolouve…”

Beams of sunlight slipped through the brunches of the trees, adorned with bright green leaves, representing life and purity. And yet, you couldn’t enjoy them like you normally would.

Sitting below the shade of a tall tree with a book in hand, your efforts to ease your mind were proven pointless. Your eyes were on the pages, but your mind was unable to focus or process anything the letters tired to explain.

Early this morning you had broken up with the young god. The guilt was too heavy to bear at this point and the chain attaching you to him snapped, metallic pieces scattering everywhere.

You shut the book and set it on your lap, before you buried your face in your hands. The dreams of a god were never a coincidence. They always meant something and always told the truth.

You heard the sounds of soles wandering down the green path, with the intoxicating scent of the flowers enchanting every sense and muscle. You looked up… “Tauxolouve!” You cried out, with much more volume than you had intended and Tauxolouve halted in his path, staring at you in surprise.

“Yes…?” He asked, hesitantly. His eyes seemed lifeless and his movements sluggish and it hurt you deeply. Those eyes were not the same eyes of the young god from the dream and it only proved how broken he is. It only proved how much pain he has been carrying on his shoulders up until this point.

“I need to speak to you.” You said, lowering your voice again and pursing your lips together after you said that.

He swallowed thickly, expecting only the worst after what he did last night, but he still complied. Could it have been your precious eyes, your lovely voice or perhaps his desire to behold you staring at him? He earnestly didn’t know, but he allowed the desire to overtake him, like a leaf on the waves of a current.

You inhaled deeply and looked up at him with watery irises, which reminded him of gems at the bottom of a marble fountain. “I am so sorry… I… I had no idea…!” You began to speak, yet all your reason crumbled, your vocal cords bending in a manner that gave out a broken sob.

“What are you apologizing for?” He asked, surprised and worried to see you shedding your beautiful tears and words. “You’ve never done a single awful deed.”

“I have.” You insisted, biting down onto your lips in frustration. “I didn’t know… How much you���ve struggled.”

“What are you talking about, little lady?” He asked, working up the courage to cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away with his thumbs, before more streamed down your cheekbones.

“Tauxolouve…” You breathed, before spreading out your arms and enveloping Tauxolouve’s torso within them. “I did know your true intensions behind anything. I judged you incorrectly and only made your pain worse…” You paused, sucking in a few quick breaths, before continuing. “You pushed me–and everyone else–away so you wouldn’t have to part with anything once you’ll die. I had no idea…”

“How do–“ Tauxolouve’s arms tightened around you. “You need to let go before your boyfriend sees.” He tried to reason and pull away, but you gripped his clothes and kept him there, within your hug.

“I broke up with him. I don’t want to be with him, I never loved him.” Looking up at him, Tauxolouve’s mind hushed and you threw his heart into chaos with your sweet tongue. “I love you. I want to be with you, please don’t push me away.”

Tauxolouve placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling your face into his chest.

“Lou…?” You asked softly, feeling the slight jolt of his body.

“Don’t look, please. Just… Just give me those moments…” He answered, his voice shaky. A cool tear fell onto your forehead and you gave his body a squeeze.

“I love you. Please, allow me to be by your side and ease your pains form now on.”

“(Name)…” He sobbed more clearly now. “Thank you, thank you… I love you.”

[livums]

One Song for Every OC Pairing

Heyo! I was tagged in the One Song for Every OC game by @sarahlizziewrites (find her post here!).

Originally, I did the post for my OCs from The Marking Blood (find that post here!), but I've had sooo many songs for romantic pairings burning a hole in my head, so I thought I'd do that instead!

Please enjoy!

🌙🩸The Marking Blood🩸🌙

Sonea / Maja

If I'm out of line / Just show me the door / I promise you I / Won't come here no more / If you just tell me / What you think about me / I can collect all my things from the floor

More under the cut!

Sylah / Nieve

It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful / There is love that doesn't have a place to rest / But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders

Zova / Cas

Strange is the call of this strange man / I wanna fly down and feed at his hand / I want a nice, soft place to land / I wanna lie down forever

And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose / Seeing as you've got nothing to lose / And I could use a canary

Suddenly, nothing is as it was / Where are you now, Orpheus? / Wasn't it gonna be the two of us? / Weren't we birds of a feather?

Sonea / Nic / Cas

If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love

🔪🐝Sister Hollow / The Rival🐝🔪

Trinket / Seybryn

All of this is getting just a little too real / And I don't wanna fuck around / I don't wanna, I don't wanna / Punish me to yet another ordeal

I don't wanna talk about the way I feel / Right now I feel like I could never fuck with you again / But it's okay, you'll probably just forget

Trinket / Aviyah

But I didn't die a lover of sky / And now I know why / And it had nothing to do with that fuckin' guy

After one too many facts / I heard, "Who has made you cry like that?" / There stood Aphrodite, where I wept in the grass / With one glimpse, I was seduced / Her immortal face set my limbs loose / Two minds became one / She was second to none / Call me "nothing new" because she was the sun

🧚‍♀️🌟The Romance of the Demigods🌟🧚‍♀️

Kesh / Eve

I stole your fate / And now you're forced to love a man you hate / I know you don't feel the same / But I burn for you

You burn for me?

I burn.

and another one for them because i'm obsessed rn sorry

"What makes you pull the rose, the rose? / What makes you break the tree? / What makes you come to Carterhaugh / Without the leave of me?"

"But Carterhaugh is not your own / Roses there are many / I'll come and go all as I please / And not ask leave of any."

Anyone who feels like it please feel free to do it and say i tagged you lol. anyways i did this instead of writing . oops. also me dropping this without explaining who half these people are...... erm..... forgive me 🙏🏼

[taitropa]

i'm reasonable until i'm provoked. LMAO

He is dry grass and a vast desert just waiting for a spark. Water would do him no good once the embers catch. She remembers once when she was young how a brushfire had once scorched so far and wide that families were displaced. Her mother and father had taken in a gaggle of children while their parents set out to replace what was lost. It was always like that during childhood. The comings and goings of strangers made for a larger ring of family even as a result of tragedy. Kaz Brekker is capable of just as much destruction, if not far more and far worse.

“Reasonable? You knew that he was lying the entire time.” The he in question is left in waste on the steps of the Crow Club. Kaz wipes a handkerchief over the handle of his cane where blood had smattered upon impact after impact after impact. There is a red drop in the hollow of his cheek and Inej cannot look away from it. That she still finds him beautiful cast in his own transgressions brings her deep shame, Saints forgive her, but she has already accepted this sin of hers. It is as inevitable as his fire.

Inej pokes the toe of her boot against an arm made still. Stiffness will not set in for some time, he is still so freshly down, but she can picture him blue in the face with death. Kaz had been provoking him, but it wasn’t until the man took a step toward his Wraith that he snapped. She feels less bad for her admiration in light of that. “And your disposal plan? I know you have one.”

🔪 YELLOWSTONE PROMPTS.

[chaotictarlos]

Hi love it's meee your tk break up fic anon! I sent you 2 asks yesterday but apparently dumber eat my first ask and you get only the ask when I remembered to mention my name 🙄 anyways, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU DROPPED A SNEAK PEEK FOR ME!🥹 I wasn't having the best time but your snippet made my day you have no idea how much I appreciate it 💗🙏

Now now now..TK my son I love him so much but right now I'm torn between wanting to wrap him in a fluffy blanket and feed him cookies and so wanting to throw him in a pool full of starved flesh eating piranhas for hurting my other son. He better work so hard to earn carlos's forgiveness and trust again or I'm in his walls😃🔪😃🔪

I'm so hyped for this masterpiece I can't wait to read it

TK break up fic anon 💙

BESTIE!!!! 😍😍😍���😍😍 I think one of them ended up in @thebumblecee inbox yesterday. 😂😂😂

Gahhh I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!!! And I'm glad I could help make your day better! I'm always willing to talk if you ever need to chat!!

POOL FULL OF STARVED FLESH EATING PIRANHAS. I AM SCREAMING 😂😂😂😂😂😂 I love that, that's so funny. You always have the best reactions to things.

Ahh I'm so glad you're hyped! I'm glad I've seemed to break through my writers block to start writing on it again.

[air-signs-with-ne-and-mono-teams]

Random (with ♏ENFJ cameo)

♊ENFP: I don't have a type ✨😌✨

♎ENTP: um, I hate to break it to you dumbass, but you do, you're an ENFP

♊ENFP: *screams/screeches fast* I-SAID-I-DON'T-HAVE-A-TYPE!!! 😤🤬 I can not be labeled 💁🏽‍♂️

♎ENTP: everyone has an MBTI type, yes, people with the same MBTI may behave differently duh, you have to account for upbringing, their moral compass, whether they're ND, etc-

♊ENFP: I said 😐, that I don't have a type 😐, period, point blank 😐.

♎ENTP: fine whatever makes you sleep better at night 😒 stay dumb that ain't my problem

♒INTP: I mean technically MBTI isn't backed by science anyway, it's just a theory some psych philosophers came up with, it doesn't even hold much merit

♊ENFP: seeee? You're the dummy 😌

♎ENTP: 🤬 I WILL STAB YOU. and YES I AM AWARE IT'S NOT BACKED BY SCIENCE BUT IT'S STILL FUN REGARDLESS, STOP KILLING MY FUN YOU DAMN KILLJOY, WHY ARE INTPs LIKE THIS

♒INTP: HEY NOW I WASN'T EVEN BEING MEAN I WAS JUST TELLING THE TRUTH GO FIGHT WITH THE OTHER DUMBASS FOR ALL I CARE I'MMA GO PLAY MH.

♊ENFP: ;A; *gasps* OFFENDED 😤🙏 💀

♎ENTP: ;^; I'm sowy *pokes INTP on the cheek* please forgive me

♒INTP: I'm not even mad I'm just annoyed

♎ENTP: tbh at this point I'd rather you be mad 💀

♒INTP: WHY?

♎ENTP: idk, I don't do well with disappointed looks, but angry people look funny

♒INTP: oh I can ASSURE you I don't look funny while angry.

♏ENFJ: he really doesn't 😐

♎ENTP: I mean... come ooon ;D

♏ENFJ: you've never had him be mad at YOU.

♒INTP: honestly you're correct

♎ENTP: it can't be thaaaat bad

♏ENFJ: I WAS SCARED OF HIM.

♎ENTP: I mean, you being scared isn't much of a high bar 💀

♏ENFJ: 😑 name one thing I'm scared of...

♎ENTP: well... see... um... FUCK.

♒INTP: LOL

♎ENTP: WAIT, I GOT IT, ABANDONMENT 😈

♏ENFJ: wow you're an asshole... *leaves*

♒INTP: I mean you're also not wrong 💀

♎ENTP: LOL

♒INTP: LOL

♊ENFP: y'all are dicks 💀

♎ENTP: right because you aren't

♊ENFP: I'm a nice dick ✨😌✨

♎ENTP: you can put glitter on a dick it ain't gonna make it more aesthetic I'm sorry 💀

♒INTP: I mean TECHNICALLY-

♎ENTP: Don't. Shhh. Stop. Right now.

♒INTP: but like haven't you seen Hentai dicks?

♎ENTP: YES I HAVE INTP, BUT IRL DICKS DON'T LOOK LIKE HENTAI DICKS

♒INTP: but what if they did 🤔

♊ENFP: ooooh I'm curious 🤔

♎ENTP: OH BUT I'M THE WEIRD ONE

♒INTP: WELL YOU LIKE TENTACLE PORN

♎ENTP: SO DO YOU ASSHOLE

♊ENFP: wtf did I get into 💀

♒INTP: stfu I saw your search history, do you not know what an incognito tab is?

♊ENFP: STOP TOUCHING MY SHIT 😭

♒INTP: you are like, REALLY freaky 💀💀💀

♊ENFP: 😐, if you dare, talk about my search history, one more time, at all, anywhere, at any time, 🔪

♒INTP: I'm not really scared of you lol, besides I'm into knife play 😏

♊ENFP: I give up 😑

♎ENTP: yeah they think they're a vampire lol

♒INTP: I AM ONE *hisses*

♎ENTP: STFU YOU GOT THOSE DONE, VAMPIRES DON'T EVEN EXIST.

♒INTP: YET

♎ENTP: it's not gonna happen, let it go

♒INTP: I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN 😤

♎ENTP: ok Dracula

♊ENFP: *snorts*

♒INTP: make fun of me all you want, but I will be the one to make an entire race of vampires, genetically modified and everything, but it first has to start with-

♎ENTP: HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU GONNA GENETICALLY MODIFY HUMANS INTO VAMPIRES 💀

♒INTP: I'LL FIND A WAY 😤

♎ENTP: see I'm a simple man, I just wanna be a ghost 💀

♊ENFP: but in order to BE a ghost you have to die

♎ENTP: I know 😎

♊ENFP: ......

♎ENTP: 🥲 put me out of my misery already

♊ENFP: y'all are insane, I just wanna be a pretty elf ✨😌✨

♒INTP: lame

♊ENFP: 🔪

♒INTP: kinky

♊ENFP: *chokes INTP*

♒INTP: *moans*

♊ENFP: *drops INTP*

♒INTP: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

♊ENFP: I can't believe I like them...

♎ENTP: I can 💀

♊ENFP: 😐 what are you implying?

♎ENTP: 💀💀💀 like INTP said, yous freaky 💀

♊ENFP: 🔪

♎ENTP: *grabs ENFP's wrist and smirks*

♊ENFP: *sweats*

♎ENTP: *slowly puts ENFP's arm down* that's it, be a good boi

♊ENFP: FUCK YOU.

♎ENTP: then what are you waiting for 👉😎👉 *sings* "if you gave me a chance I, would take it"

♊ENFP: 💢💢💢💢💢💢

[punkscowardschampions]

Sick Kids GC & Sylke

Members List: 

gotspoons [Mod] (Rosie, 17, Chronic Fatigue)

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously [Mod] (Rich, 18, Multiple Sclerosis)

brainpain (Lauren, 19, TBI)

tigerbalm (Robyn, 15, Arthritis)

sonmychest (Kara, 13, Cystic Fibrosis) 

princemyshkin [New Member!] (Jake, 14, Epilepsy)

ihatemyguts [New Member!] (Sylvie, 14, Ulcerative Colitis) 

injectme [New Member!] (‘Denis’, ‘14’ = Margot, 12, ‘Diabetes Type 1’)

ihatemyguts: Not sure how this all works, or what I want to say

ihatemyguts: beyond, hey, I guess 👋

brainpain: say what you what long as you watch your profanity tis like the only rule

brainpain: only 1 I stick to anyways 🤪🤘

tigerbalm: OMG hi 😸

tigerbalm: we’ve not had a newbie in FOREVER 😻

gotspoons: We do have SLIGHTLY more than the one rule but I promise we’re still very friendly and welcoming, as you can see! 😄

gotspoons: [link the rule page there invariably is that no one ever reads] 

brainpain: rule 2 don’t read the fine print 🥱😴🤤😪

gotspoons: Unless you suffer from insomnia, which I bafflingly do, sleep any time but when I am meant to

ihatemyguts: Whoa, a forum that actually has active members, that’s unexpected

ihatemyguts: I’ll watch my ps and qs, did leave the f🥱😴🤤😪ng out of my handle

brainpain: some of us more than others

brainpain: speaking of

brainpain: where’s my boy @ ? 

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: You rang? 🛎

brainpain: babe! 

brainpain: we’ve got guests 😤

brainpain: be a good host 🥃🍸🍾

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Forgive me, I am in the midst of renewing my blue badge, which, for some reason, requires everything from me but blood

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It looks like we have two newbies but only one in chat, pleasure to make your acquaintance

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: As for what to talk about, it is mainly complaining about the inequality and trials and tribulations of disabled life, or at least, that’s what I tend to do

tigerbalm: We don’t ALL complain though

gotspoons: Complaining is valid, as is sharing our triumphs, which I think we do too

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 🥃🍸🍾 to both, ladies

brainpain: could murder a drink

brainpain: oops sorry 👶s

ihatemyguts: for the 🔪 or the 🍷

brainpain: both lmao

brainpain: it's my curse to be the oldest here s2g

ihatemyguts: does anyone else here have a condition that means they’re not meant to drink?

ihatemyguts: jury is out on how much of a no-no but

brainpain: other newbie does

brainpain: yeah yeah all be jel I’ve talked to him

gotspoons: Ooh, when? I must have been asleep, it’s a safe bet

gotspoons: I have Chronic Fatigue, so, alcohol slowing down your body and mind means it doesn’t make me feel great either but I’m not a drinker 😚

tigerbalm: 🙀 where was I?? 😿

brainpain: he was here & gone in no time

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Ah, another male, see how she taunts me with this

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Hopefully he returns, I am overrun

brainpain: can’t help being irresistible fyi

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Another curse, undoubtedly

tigerbalm: I have parents who don’t let me drink btw

tigerbalm: they’re strict

ihatemyguts: Mine weren’t, not crazy liberal but not suffocating either

ihatemyguts: but this diagnosis has them double-checking everything I eat and drink

tigerbalm: When it’s new they go crazy

tigerbalm: oh no, is c***y bad language? 

gotspoons: Some people are of the opinion that it’s stereotyping and inherently ableist to use words that are so negative and linked to mental health but I’d say it is contentious and we also know you not to have offensive intentions with your words, you’re also not directing it at anyone or their behaviour here

ihatemyguts: If anyone, my parents and they are acting crazy so you’re totally fine

ihatemyguts: it was bad but does that really mean I have to live- barely live- my life in bubble wrap now, not doing the things I want, or might want to

brainpain: it’s dropped like a slur around me but I know you weren’t coming for me like that 🐯 

brainpain: or newbies rents

brainpain: as the irresponsible big sister of the forum… like it or not that’s my title 4ever… do what you want or might want

brainpain: life’s too fukcing short

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: All people have shortcomings and challenges, ours are just more blatant and perhaps more pervasive to many facets of ‘ordinary’ life

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It’s always up to you to weigh up the positives and the negatives of any action, vice or virtue

brainpain: yeah & that ^^^ 

brainpain: what my mans said 😘

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I should exercise more than I do, but I don’t enjoy it as much as I do a pint of Guinness

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: You don’t have to live perfectly now you have an imperfect body, who do you owe that?

gotspoons: Well put, guys, I think this is something a lot of us struggle with

princemyshkin: How do you tell someone you’ve got an imperfect body?

princemyshkin: I’m really struggling with that

gotspoons: Oh, hello, @ princemyshkin 😊 welcome

gotspoons: Is this someone you want to tell or someone you feel you should?

princemyshkin: It’s my girlfriend, I can’t keep it from her

princemyshkin: I’ve been trying but she’ll notice I’m different than before, she is

gotspoons: It sounds super stressful, having to keep it from someone that close to you

gotspoons: Are you worried she’ll react badly, or see you differently, perhaps?

princemyshkin: Our life’s cool as it is

princemyshkin: and she’s got enough of her own stuff to deal with

gotspoons: I bet you help her with her stuff, it can be nice to be able to return the favour, actually

princemyshkin: What favour would I be doing her? This all sucks

brainpain: amen 💩🥪

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: As someone who is made to feel like a burden, can confirm that getting to help out loved ones in the ways I can does feel good

tigerbalm: If she loves you, she won’t mind

tigerbalm: the bad and the good, right?

ihatemyguts: testing people’s love and loyalty is a bit scary

ihatemyguts: everyone dips, then what?

brainpain: ^^ people fail tests

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: People can be real 💩🥪s

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: but do you want to be surrounded by those sorts of people, is the question

brainpain: do you wanna be on your lonesome

brainpain: a mr no mates?

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I’m the wrong person to ask, you know full well how happy I am to be a contrarian 

brainpain: if that’s up to argue til the 🐄🏠 you know I feel you

sonmychest: drops in to add her 2 cents, hi

sonmychest: I’ve always handled my cystic fibrosis so it’s as little a problem to everyone else, it’s the times when I have to be more careful like flu season that I feel like I’m being annoying but real ones get it, I swear ✌️

princemyshkin: I don’t want her to have to get it

princemyshkin: she got me as I was

ihatemyguts: Don’t tell her, you can make up the reasoning

ihatemyguts: can’t you?

princemyshkin: Yeah

ihatemyguts: Not everyone needs to know everything, about anyone

brainpain: enjoy the perks of no dent in your 💀 she can feel when yous are expressing your 💖

gotspoons: Invisible vs visible disabilities is something that comes up a lot, hiding is a privilege some don’t have, for sure

brainpain: TW body horror

brainpain: my bad 

sonmychest: You don’t have to trigger warning your existence, babe

sonmychest: I guess you guys are in a different spot, I’ve always had CF, it’s mostly my problem but 🤷‍♀️

tigerbalm: I’m in that spot too, since I was little this has been my life, idk about hiding

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I’m newly diagnosed, and young too, common demographic is women in their 20s-40s, so I really broke that mould 

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Friends have definitely been lost along the way, new ones found too

brainpain: get you a man who’s well unique & in touch with his feminine side 😍

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: All it took was my immune system attacking my brain and spinal cord, who knew that was the cure for toxic masculinity 

ihatemyguts: Why is the immune system so stupid, that’s my question

ihatemyguts: Stop attacking me

brainpain: least you wasn’t attacked with a 🧱

brainpain: LOL couldn’t resist ✌️

ihatemyguts: damn

brainpain: report to pms when you’re ready for that bedtime story newbie

brainpain: the masses are bored & jel of my celeb status 🚫📸

sonmychest: It is a wild story…

brainpain: say no to 1 incel & you’re taking your 🧠 in your 🤲 girls

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Is that the message you want attached to your cautionary tale?

brainpain: yep

brainpain: & survivor.mp3 by destiny’s child 

brainpain: jk or am I? 

sonmychest: Tune

tigerbalm: idk it but I’m about to 😸🎶

ihatemyguts: you don’t know destiny’s child?

ihatemyguts: that would actually get you disowned in my house

tigerbalm: Uh-oh! I mainly listen to K-pop 

ihatemyguts: cool, are you going to the [a k-pop gig in Dublin or wherever close by]?

tigerbalm: My parents would NEVER in a million years let me 😿

ihatemyguts: Say you’re sleeping over

ihatemyguts: just post about it on close friends so they don’t see but your friends get to

tigerbalm: All my friends are online like my school, I’m not allowed to meet them irl

brainpain: meet me irl & I’m your big sister for the night keeping you (mostly) out of trouble

tigerbalm: 🙀 I couldn’t OMG

brainpain: I won’t murder you honey I was almost murdered

brainpain: wouldn’t be a good look

gotspoons: Remember we don’t give out personal info guys 🩷

brainpain: not 1 of the rules I stick to but you do you

gotspoons: Just a rule we have to keep our younger site members safe, as long as no one is sharing information they wouldn’t share anywhere else online, I don’t have a problem with it

brainpain: 😇

ihatemyguts: do we get to go by our real names, that isn’t classified info and I feel kinda dumb rn

brainpain: I’m Lauren

brainpain: everyone else knows

brainpain: you’re the last to

ihatemyguts: I’ll go next then, Sylvie

tigerbalm: Robyn 

gotspoons: Rosie, and if anyone feels uncomfortable sharing, please don’t feel you need to, okay

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Rich, as we are on a R roll

brainpain: he’s our solo boy loads of the time

brainpain: tough job but someone’s gotta do it 💪

sonmychest: Kara, unsurprised by the lack of boys talking and seeking help 🙏

brainpain: gonna do the a for the new girl too 🥁

brainpain: we’re all in the l & we’ve done the s

brainpain: I’m 19 a grandma

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: A closely decrepit 18

gotspoons: Ooh, me next! 17

tigerbalm: Can I go? I’m 15 but nearly 16

ihatemyguts: 🎂 didn’t know I’d be such a baby at 14

sonmychest: I win, 13

sonmychest: unless @ princemyshkin is 12, that’s the youngest that SHOULD be here

princemyshkin: I’m 14 too, actually

sonmychest: newbie squad

sonmychest: Lauren, what will you do when you turn 21, will you have to leave?

brainpain: kms

brainpain: jk but yeah they’ll boot me out so good as to yous 🚪🔒

gotspoons: 😣😢 I’m sure there are ways to keep in touch…

brainpain: it’ll be grand I’ll marry Rich & peer over his shoulder as he’s typing

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Loves 👩‍🦳🧑‍🦳 dream

brainpain: guess then we’ve gotta adopt a 12 year old?

ihatemyguts: adopt Robyn, take her to the gig

brainpain: !!

tigerbalm: Ummm… I’m already adopted, how many times can you be?

ihatemyguts: swear that was totally accidental 😬

tigerbalm: It’s fine, it’s a happy story

tigerbalm: I think?? 😸

tigerbalm: and you guys would be great parents, I also think 💭

brainpain: he might babe

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Any plans to be are even further off than the cut-off point of 21

brainpain: fcuk I was gonna trap you into wedding me the old fashioned way

brainpain: back to the drawing board 📌

tigerbalm: Imagine if someone DID fall in love via this forum

brainpain: excuse you Robyn I have 🥰

tigerbalm: But fr seriously, how CUTE would that be

sonmychest: Maybe it’ll be you, Robyn

tigerbalm: We’d need some more boys here, no offence the 2 that are

sonmychest: 😝 drag

tigerbalm: They’re both taken! 

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: And only one is age-appropriate, thank you

brainpain: daddy of you

brainpain: nice

ihatemyguts: 😏

ihatemyguts: @ princemyshkin didn’t tell you his name, there’s still time to get to know him

princemyshkin: I’m not going to in case you know me

sonmychest: 🤔 are you famous?

princemyshkin: We’re the same age, we could go to the same school

sonmychest: Not me, I go to an all-girls 🙄

princemyshkin: I haven’t said I’m not a girl, Lauren did

brainpain: sorry man of mystery 😶

brainpain: but I didn’t drop your name

sonmychest: not the chat misgendering 

brainpain: he’s a lad

gotspoons: If there’s pronoun confusion, it’s best practice to ask politely 🙂

princemyshkin: There isn’t, she’s right, I am

ihatemyguts: If anyone here goes to my school or thinks they know me

ihatemyguts: you’d have to cop to being in here too to say anything so idc

brainpain: out of school & too old for telling tales

✉️ private @ihatemyguts

princemyshkin: Do I know you?

ihatemyguts: I only know that you’re 14

ihatemyguts: and a guy, after some debate

ihatemyguts: You’re in a better position to say

princemyshkin: Sylvie is a cool and uncommon name 

princemyshkin: that I’ve heard before 

ihatemyguts: I guess this is only a Dublin thing, it’s bound to happen

ihatemyguts: That why you didn’t share your name

princemyshkin: Yeah

ihatemyguts: figured

ihatemyguts: You don’t want anyone to know, me either

princemyshkin: Pretty uncommon thinking ‘round here too, but I don’t 

ihatemyguts: I was just curious, I don’t know if I’ll even come back

princemyshkin: Me either, you gave the advice I was looking for

ihatemyguts: You’re welcome then

ihatemyguts: I thought I might find some answers, that talking would help but

princemyshkin: Too many answers are the words they don’t want us to use 

princemyshkin: that’s why I like Lauren, she admits how messed up things are and how she feels about itt

ihatemyguts: I guess they’d off themselves if they were honest about it

princemyshkin: I read I could suddenly die

princemyshkin: SUDEP

ihatemyguts: There’s no positive spin on that

princemyshkin: Not really

princemyshkin: unless you have a death wish but that’s not me

ihatemyguts: Only cool when it’s a hypothetical

ihatemyguts: When did you have your first fit?

princemyshkin: [I imagine him doing the date like 06/01 for the drama cos he is that pretentious bitch and also not a date you’re ever forgetting, obvs it’s not today’s date but e.g]

princemyshkin: a few of my friends saw but my girlfriend didn’t, I’ve distanced myself from them 

ihatemyguts: You could say you took some dodgy shit

ihatemyguts: if anyone started talking, that’s what I would do

ihatemyguts: I already have my story set

princemyshkin: It’s what those friends assumed

princemyshkin: What’s your story?

ihatemyguts: Well, what I have has made me lose weight, but the steroids I have to take for flare-ups could make me gain

ihatemyguts: people will feel too uncomfortable to ask, hopefully

princemyshkin: I’d say relying on that’ll work

princemyshkin: most people don’t dig deep

ihatemyguts: Why would they?

ihatemyguts: like you said, it only fucks with how things are, who wants that

princemyshkin: I stand by it

ihatemyguts: I agree, it’s bad enough my family knowing and making a fuss

princemyshkin: My sister’s become my mother and my mother’s become my nurse

ihatemyguts: I had no idea how underrated being normal was, I don’t want to be different or special

princemyshkin: If we’re gonna be, it should be for our talents, not this

ihatemyguts: This is genetic bad luck, we didn’t do anything, I certainly don’t want it

princemyshkin: We lost the lottery, I’m not celebrating

ihatemyguts: You have my commiserations 

princemyshkin: You too

ihatemyguts: I might know who you are but I meant it, not doing anything about it, I’m not that much of a bitch

princemyshkin: Do you know?

ihatemyguts: I can’t be sure but I’m remembering [the date because why could you not be there at the gig, if not in the group as hardcore]

princemyshkin: You were there?

ihatemyguts: For [another band that isn’t his old one lmao] 

princemyshkin: [this band] are cool

ihatemyguts: Things got kind of hectic, I didn’t think anything at the time but that is when it was, and where, right?

princemyshkin: I didn’t think anything at the time either

ihatemyguts: Right, you had another one, I assume

princemyshkin: Different gig, same deal, except nobody saw

ihatemyguts: What happened?

princemyshkin: I left the band, went to the doctor

ihatemyguts: Ruined your life, yeah, gotcha

princemyshkin: They last half the length of [a song by the band she mentioned, because the big dramatic fit bit is usually like 1 or 2 minutes it’s really not long, hence we’re like the audacity to be that short and ruin my life]

ihatemyguts: Now you are like, medicated, are you likely to have any more or does it stop them completely?

princemyshkin: I was told they’d stop meaning you’re right that I don’t need to tell anybody

ihatemyguts: See, like it never happened

princemyshkin: Just the side effects to keep to myself

ihatemyguts: Go on, I’ve told you I might get hugely fat

princemyshkin: Nothing that bad, and the benefits of not having another seizure outweigh them all

ihatemyguts: Anyway, if you’re who I think you are

ihatemyguts: your girlfriend wouldn’t even care

princemyshkin: I care

princemyshkin: things should be cool again with no drama, it’s what we both said when we got back together

ihatemyguts: She thinks the sun shines out of you, she got back together with you, didn’t she

princemyshkin: She’ll feel sorry for me, like my sister does now

ihatemyguts: You want to stay the version of you in her head

princemyshkin: It’s who I still am

ihatemyguts: Yeah?

princemyshkin: What’s really changed other than perception, I can do all the stuff I did, when my family isn’t deciding I can’t

ihatemyguts: I meant that she thinks you’re better than you are, ever have been

ihatemyguts: that’s built on lies anyway so this one isn’t any different

princemyshkin: She loves me, love isn’t a lie

ihatemyguts: It can be

princemyshkin: A cynical take

princemyshkin: ours isn’t

ihatemyguts: Where’s your optimism been?

princemyshkin: I’m a realist, we’re in love, that’s how things are

ihatemyguts: Didn’t say you weren’t

princemyshkin: I don’t tell lies, I’m not lying to her

ihatemyguts: You don’t think you’re selling her on her fantasy by not countering it?

princemyshkin: It isn’t a fantasy, what she likes about me, the reasons we fell in love, they’re true, and this shit doesn’t make them untrue

ihatemyguts: You also dumped her because some girl told you she cheated on you, that’s real too

princemyshkin: That isn’t why I ended things

ihatemyguts: It’s just a coincidence, and what you let everyone go around saying

princemyshkin: I had other reasons to be hurt and lose trust in her, bigger than what the girl, my friend, said

princemyshkin: it wasn’t a coincidence, it was a catalyst 

ihatemyguts: Are you for real?

princemyshkin: You don’t know either of us

ihatemyguts: Okay, dude

ihatemyguts: Cut the crap, you can’t lose trust in her over anything and then plan NEVER to tell her you’re epileptic, be honest

princemyshkin: I’m protecting her by keeping my mouth shut, she put herself in danger with her secret, it’s totally different

ihatemyguts: Because she’s a girl that needs protecting, cool

princemyshkin: I’m upsetting her needlessly if I open up, it doesn’t change anything, she’d worry herself sick and for what?

princemyshkin: you’re turning it into a gender issue, as if I’m somehow sexist for caring about her and her feelings

ihatemyguts: That’s probably how she felt, believe it or not

princemyshkin: Are you for real?

princemyshkin: lecturing me about how my girlfriend feels

ihatemyguts: You get to decide that she had to confide in you, that to not was a betrayal 

ihatemyguts: and the possibility she might feel the same way when she finds out hasn’t occurred?

princemyshkin: She isn’t going to find out

princemyshkin: but if she did, she’d understand why

ihatemyguts: Confirming at least that this is ego over sheer stupidity

princemyshkin: Your ego has you talking about stuff that’s none of your business 

ihatemyguts: Whatever, you made it everyone’s business with the whole public shunning and then rebounding that fast

ihatemyguts: Any residual shame you feel over that is your own

princemyshkin: No I didn’t

ihatemyguts: Just because she forgave you that fast, you think no one else has an opinion, or is allowed one?

princemyshkin: Your opinion of what you think you know and saw from being on the fringes of my life has no bearing on what’s actually going on in it

ihatemyguts: Then you have no need to get offended, do you

princemyshkin: You’re coming at me with your misplaced anger

ihatemyguts: Am I

princemyshkin: Yeah

ihatemyguts: Go ahead and say how you can handle it so it’s totally chill if it helps me

princemyshkin: It is, I get it, I’ve been feeling it too

ihatemyguts: You have meds

ihatemyguts: I could end up with a stoma, do you even know what that is

princemyshkin: No

ihatemyguts: Yeah well

ihatemyguts: look it up if you want to have a laugh

princemyshkin: I’m not a monster, Sylvie 

princemyshkin: this isn’t fun for me but I’m not looking for it by pointing and laughing at everyone else

ihatemyguts: Forget about it

princemyshkin: I came here to talk too, that’s it

ihatemyguts: You can have this place, I don’t think it’s going to work for me

princemyshkin: If that’s how you feel, cool, I’ll see you around

ihatemyguts: I don’t know, I haven’t decided

ihatemyguts: but we don’t need to speak to each other regardless

princemyshkin: You’ve made up your mind about me

ihatemyguts: You can’t handle criticism, that’s very obvious

princemyshkin: Where are you being constructive?

ihatemyguts: Say you don’t want to change in 5 words or less

ihatemyguts: I just feel sorry for your girlfriend, that’s all

princemyshkin: We’re happy, I don’t want to change that

ihatemyguts: You do you

princemyshkin: Is this about Libi?

princemyshkin: she used me, you know, not the other way ‘round

ihatemyguts: Everyone is using everyone, you just didn’t agree to her ts & cs

princemyshkin: I’m not here to change your entire world view

ihatemyguts: That would be a waste of both our time

princemyshkin: I’ve made mistakes, I admit it

ihatemyguts: I just don’t like fake people, you’re far from the only

ihatemyguts: that is what it is

princemyshkin: Why am I fake for not being [insert the best/smartest/most iconic person with epilepsy ever] reincarnate? 

ihatemyguts: You were fake before you were an epileptic, nothings changed

princemyshkin: Your basis for that is what? All the talking we haven’t done before

ihatemyguts: Your reputation precedes you, Jake

ihatemyguts: aren’t you thrilled?

princemyshkin: You think love’s a lie but you’ll believe in reputation?

ihatemyguts: Reputation is the stuff you want people to think as well as the stuff you don’t, the truth is somewhere in the middle

princemyshkin: You’re nowhere near the truth until you bother to get to know someone

ihatemyguts: Why would we do that, when we’ve both admitted to intending to lie to our loved ones and everyone else in this convo

princemyshkin: We won’t, you’re not coming back

ihatemyguts: You get to decide that, yeah

princemyshkin: Just my unsolicited opinion

ihatemyguts: So you wanna enjoy being special here, basically

princemyshkin: What are you talking about?

ihatemyguts: Come on, you can admit it

ihatemyguts: you like the attention

princemyshkin: I love it, that’s why I’ve barely been active

ihatemyguts: No one was giving you the answers you wanted

princemyshkin: I like attention on stage when people agree what I’m doing’s cool, nowhere else

princemyshkin: I don’t know what I’m doing on this forum, I told my sister I’d log in so she’d get out of my face

ihatemyguts: You’re the baby, huh

princemyshkin: She’s older, yeah

ihatemyguts: I can tell

princemyshkin: Do you want me to be the one who leaves?

ihatemyguts: No, it’s truly fine

princemyshkin: I can probably find a group specifically for epileptics somewhere

ihatemyguts: Do it if you want, I’m not forcing you to make a decision

ihatemyguts: there are plenty of people here

princemyshkin: I’ll sleep on it

ihatemyguts: and it’s not about Libi, anyone with a brain cell could see what was going on there

princemyshkin: I thought maybe I could talk to her, with her asthma

princemyshkin: when I didn’t know what was wrong with me

ihatemyguts: Sorry

ihatemyguts: you would’ve been more like a plot device than a person

princemyshkin: I should’ve figured it wouldn’t work out

ihatemyguts: She is hopelessly in love with Bobby but

ihatemyguts: perhaps if you’d tried to be friends, instead

princemyshkin: She made that first move, I’d have been cool with friends

ihatemyguts: See the using you for the plot part, I told you I wasn’t in here white knighting her

princemyshkin: No, loud and clear

ihatemyguts: I suppose you were doing slightly more than trying to make your ex jealous, so, you win that one

princemyshkin: I don’t care about scoring points

ihatemyguts: This is why I don’t date artsy types

princemyshkin: Who do you date?

ihatemyguts: If I had to stereotype to cast like Libi… 🤔

princemyshkin: If

ihatemyguts: Guys who can admit winning is an unequivocally good thing

princemyshkin: Winning a girl is, I do admit

ihatemyguts: That’s all you care about, L-O-V-E?

princemyshkin: Haven’t you been in love yet?

ihatemyguts: Are you flexing your maturity now?

ihatemyguts: Of course I haven’t

princemyshkin: I’m asking

princemyshkin: What about when it’s one sided?

ihatemyguts: A crush?

ihatemyguts: not the same thing

princemyshkin: But have you?

ihatemyguts: Why do you want to know?

princemyshkin: You won’t think I’m full of it when you feel similar

princemyshkin: I wanna talk to you then

ihatemyguts: Oh, no

ihatemyguts: you’re not special for acting like a twat because you want someone, literally everyone does it, I’m fully aware

princemyshkin: Are you going to [some cool kid thing like a gig or whatever that he is]?

ihatemyguts: We don’t need to acknowledge each other’s existence 

ihatemyguts: I’m not not going, I can’t split every decent event in this town just because I know your secret

princemyshkin: I wasn’t asking you not to go

ihatemyguts: Just saying, don’t

princemyshkin: I’m only readying myself, honest

ihatemyguts: Is it the first time you’ve been in a venue like that since?

princemyshkin: It’ll be the most like [wherever aka the name of]

princemyshkin: I’ve been putting it off

ihatemyguts: Makes sense

ihatemyguts: it’ll be terrifying ‘til it’s fine, then you’ll be glad you did it

princemyshkin: The doctor said the tablets could make them stop or mean there’s fewer

princemyshkin: if it’s the second thing and those places are a trigger, I should let you have them

ihatemyguts: Don’t put that hollow victory onto me

ihatemyguts: What if you can do it, don’t avoid it forever on the chance, you have to see

princemyshkin: You like winning

ihatemyguts: Fair and square, thank you

princemyshkin: It can’t happen in front of her, whatever you think

ihatemyguts: You literally can’t guarantee that

ihatemyguts: that’s why it’s so shitty, that power is taken away from you

princemyshkin: I guarantee it by staying away, I guess

ihatemyguts: You could have one anywhere, at any time

ihatemyguts: I get that there are triggers, like but still

princemyshkin: Like stress

princemyshkin: and who would be?

ihatemyguts: Snap

ihatemyguts: though I’ve been googling what everyone has here, it all boils down to the same shit, end of the day

princemyshkin: I need to what a stoma is

ihatemyguts: I don’t have one, remember that

ihatemyguts: it’s a worse case scenario thing

princemyshkin: What’s best case? If the search results traumatise me and I wanna hear good news

ihatemyguts: Remission, basically normal just with the threat looming, I guess?

ihatemyguts: It’s hard to take in

princemyshkin: Like cancer, to scare everyone even more with the terminology and associations

ihatemyguts: Way more likely to get bowel cancer, which just continues the glamour

princemyshkin: No breaks to catch, I see why you’re so angry

ihatemyguts: A little passive aggressive there, Jakey

ihatemyguts: but yeah, it could suck, it could be nothing, depends how bad I have it

princemyshkin: When will you find out?

ihatemyguts: Suck it and see

ihatemyguts: it’s just my life now

princemyshkin: [idk some kind of VIP vibe for something because he’s in a new band whether or not China actually joined it or not like they talked about]’s my peace offering, or a cheer up for how much your life sucks

ihatemyguts: You feel sorry for me

princemyshkin: I feel sorry for myself that you don’t like me

ihatemyguts: At least it would be very punk of you to drop down dead on stage

princemyshkin: Or punk of me to die of old age? Probably not

ihatemyguts: You’re a total poser anyway, you’re good

princemyshkin: I wasn’t claiming punk influences

ihatemyguts: Thank God

princemyshkin: Come, you’ll see what an incredible boyfriend I am and that you don’t have to feel sorry for China

ihatemyguts: Let’s not get carried away

ihatemyguts: I’ll think about it

princemyshkin: Cool

ihatemyguts: Why do you want to be liked so bad?

princemyshkin: What’s wrong with wanting to be liked?

ihatemyguts: Nothing, necessarily 

princemyshkin: I’m waiting for the but

ihatemyguts: It seems overly important to you, perhaps

princemyshkin: Going out of my way to avoid you seems overly dramatic but you’re cool with it

ihatemyguts: Are you calling me a bitch?

princemyshkin: Once again, I’d love to point out, I’m not sexist

princemyshkin: I don’t use derogatory language aimed at women

ihatemyguts: Perhaps you should take this place, you fit right in

princemyshkin: My sister’ll be pleased, it’s what she wanted

ihatemyguts: She’s super welcome

princemyshkin: If they let friends and family join, she would

ihatemyguts: She sounds grossly enthusiastic, I’m not gonna lie

princemyshkin: She doesn’t know how to handle that she can’t be part of this

ihatemyguts: Or fix it for you

princemyshkin: Yeah

princemyshkin: and if it’s genetic, it skipped her

ihatemyguts: Survivors guilt

princemyshkin: We’re barely talking, she wants me to tell China, my friends, school, to get them all on the lookout

ihatemyguts: Of course, safety in numbers

ihatemyguts: as if anyone wants to be subject of a PSA

princemyshkin: She doesn’t have long left, easy for her to say

ihatemyguts: Not the medical miracle either

ihatemyguts: it’s yours to manage, no one else’s

princemyshkin: No stoma but everything still sucks

ihatemyguts: I can let you have it

ihatemyguts: I don’t need to win being the sickest here, not if my googling is anything to go by

princemyshkin: Our new lives are googling

ihatemyguts: I hate acting like I’m not thinking about it all the time

ihatemyguts: it’ll go away, I’ll get used to it but I’m not and no one knows that I’m freaking the fuck out inside

princemyshkin: I’ve been reading the horror stories while she’s asleep, the people who die, people with pieces of their brain cut out

ihatemyguts: makes me feel like frankensteins monster, I hate everything about it, it’s gross and it’s embarrassing

princemyshkin: The list of historical figures who had seizures act like it’s a religious experience, the best thing that ever happened for their art

princemyshkin: but it’s gross and embarrassing

ihatemyguts: Is excitement a trigger like stress?

ihatemyguts: because aren’t they chemically very similar 

princemyshkin: There are loads of stuff that can be triggers, I could spend forever googling only that

ihatemyguts: I was just thinking, most embarrassing time and place

ihatemyguts: that would be up there

princemyshkin: Don’t jinx me, I’ll keep thinking about it too now

ihatemyguts: Sorry, it hasn’t happened, a good sign it won’t

princemyshkin: She’d probably hate that it hasn’t if she knew, like she isn’t exciting enough or something

ihatemyguts: Mmm

princemyshkin: This is why I can’t talk about it, there’s so much shit

ihatemyguts: If she’s insecure enough to make it about her

ihatemyguts: You’re only kids, one of you will dump the other again soon enough

princemyshkin: You sound like Lauren pretending she’s 101

ihatemyguts: Just a realist, Jakey

princemyshkin: Or my mother when you call me that

ihatemyguts: Strong mammy energy

ihatemyguts: my name is already twee, how much cringier can you really make it

princemyshkin: I think it’s cool

princemyshkin: Sylvia’s too emo

ihatemyguts: You’re so emo, don’t lie

princemyshkin: No lie to say I’m not

ihatemyguts: 😏

princemyshkin: If we were friends I’d call you vie, like life, or competing, in english, as you’re into winning

princemyshkin: they stopped calling my seizures grand mal, I’d bring it back

ihatemyguts: It’s appropriately dramatic and to the point

princemyshkin: Less dramatic than starting a new life in France, slightly

ihatemyguts: I should have taken my ballet more seriously, move to Paris

princemyshkin: Me too

princemyshkin: [remembering that pic of baby him so send her that LOL]

ihatemyguts: Wow 🤣 trusting me with all your secrets now

princemyshkin: I’m waiting for the rule breaking sirens to sound, it’ll be against them

ihatemyguts: Almost certainly

princemyshkin: It’ll decide who stays, me being kicked out for unsolicited ballet pics

ihatemyguts: I bet this place has seen worse

ihatemyguts: Who decided 12-21 was an appropriate age range?

princemyshkin: I might not be making the best decisions but that’s a completely different level

ihatemyguts: Your passe is passable, btw

princemyshkin: The nicest thing you’ve ever said to me

ihatemyguts: Don’t get used to it

princemyshkin: Why didn’t you take it more seriously?

ihatemyguts: It was my parents’ thing, even if we’re not going so far as to say dream

ihatemyguts: I didn’t want to live it, it would’ve been weird for all of us, if I was even good enough

princemyshkin: Pressure

ihatemyguts: My poor mum, way too tall to be paired with anyone but my dad

ihatemyguts: there’s your love story, as you think I’m a heartless cow

princemyshkin: You can have your own too, there’s enough to go ‘round

ihatemyguts: I don’t think so

princemyshkin: You’re aromantic? 

ihatemyguts: I’m not interested in another label, thanks

ihatemyguts: I just don’t see it happening now

princemyshkin: At 14 or with the threat of a stoma?

ihatemyguts: The stoma, obviously

ihatemyguts: No way, I’d never let anyone see that, if it happens

princemyshkin: It’s not that bad, I didn’t even gag

ihatemyguts: Shut up

princemyshkin: I’m serious, no TW necessary

ihatemyguts: Has China told you you’re funny? Because it’s another lie, I’m afraid

princemyshkin: You can have it

ihatemyguts: One of us has to

princemyshkin: Being in a laughing mood’s hard

ihatemyguts: Emo

princemyshkin: It’d be a trigger, tell me it’s not

ihatemyguts: Laughing or gagging? 

ihatemyguts: not sure I want to

princemyshkin: Both, I’m sure

ihatemyguts: Test ‘em out, live a little

princemyshkin: Which one first? If I’m right about both I’m only going to be doing one before it happens again

ihatemyguts: Pick your poison, you flexing about your gag reflex

princemyshkin: Is it a flex or was it honestly not that bad?

ihatemyguts: You don’t get it if you think it’s not that bad

princemyshkin: I’m not pretending I do, it’s not happening to my body

ihatemyguts: Or mine, it can’t

princemyshkin: I’m sorry, I’m not funny and I will shut up

ihatemyguts: I’ll hear worse

princemyshkin: I could use the excuse that an initial side effect of these meds is I can’t think how I used to, or get my words out, but I won’t

ihatemyguts: It’s an excellent excuse, save it for class

princemyshkin: If I don’t share my secret with the class, I can’t

ihatemyguts: I bet the teachers aren’t allowed to out us as sick kids

ihatemyguts: be kind of fucked up of them

princemyshkin: Do you trust [teachers we’re calling out as gossipy bitches]?

ihatemyguts: No

ihatemyguts: but there have to be some perks, God damn it

princemyshkin: My mother’ll take the decision out of my hands and overrule me, I know it

ihatemyguts: What are you going to do?

princemyshkin: Keep it confined to the teachers, if I can

ihatemyguts: But you’re right, they’re shitty

ihatemyguts: I’m moving for real

princemyshkin: When are you going to like me enough to let me come?

princemyshkin: kinda on a deadline

ihatemyguts: I can be civil

princemyshkin: We could draw a line through Paris 

ihatemyguts: Use the Seine

princemyshkin: Proof my mind’s wrong that I didn’t think of it

ihatemyguts: I can take smart and funny but the cards are looking kinda stacked against you

princemyshkin: There’s nothing good left

ihatemyguts: Not nothing

princemyshkin: Sorta

ihatemyguts: Come on, Mr Realist

princemyshkin: Addressing my flaws is too real

ihatemyguts: There’s always Paris

princemyshkin: City of love

ihatemyguts: light

princemyshkin: A name for each half

ihatemyguts: Deal

princemyshkin: Meet you there?

ihatemyguts: That’s how it goes, I think

princemyshkin: Cool

ihatemyguts: 🧠🤝💩

[baekhvuns]

No offence but wtf is Al-Nassr 😭 big names playing in these clubs is always so fucking funny. Suarez in an Uruguayan club makes sense since it's his home country, but others??? Also whenever they go to the USA 🔪 I'm looking at you Zlatan. Changed football into soccer real quick ajishshahsjahshsgsgs and now we have this 🙉

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

Hahahhahah thanxx Baek. My birthday was boring, I had to work then went out, but nothing crazy. I don't like celebrating my birthday actually. I almost got the Pope, damn was a but late. Why are people dropping dead at the end of the year. Ok but get this, my British friend killed Liz and her sister killed Phillip hsyuahsjsjahagsgshha

Oh jesus, I got hit with a tennis ball once, had a bump on the top of my head like in cartoons 😭😭😭😭 so I feel your brother. My friend took a golf ball to the eye. No joke some middle school girls were acting like Pepe or maybe he's acting like them 🔪 I had my moments as well, but jfc

Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link

Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed

It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

More and more people bring the topic of Seonghwa being excluded, it's not that serious, but certainly annoying, sad many people ignore it, cause he's popular enough... Ngl I didn't know that Post Malone song before and I don't like it ajshishsjsjsjdhhs, but Seonghwa should get a chance for real :(

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤

God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

Thankfully he's also a cat!

Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭

I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja

Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

hi hello!!

No offence but wtf is Al-Nassr 😭 big names playing in these clubs is always so fucking funny. Suarez in an Uruguayan club makes sense since it's his home country, but others??? Also whenever they go to the USA 🔪 I'm looking at you Zlatan. Changed football into soccer real quick ajishshahsjahshsgsgs and now we have this 🙉

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 al-nassr lower than the farmers league 😭 no literally it’s so funny and the ppl who make memes about it have me cRYING,,, FBWMFBWKHDKCJC STOP THE PLOT ACTUALLY LOOKS INTERESTING,, see zlatan’s personality makes me forgive that he went to LA <33

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

no yeah good for ronaldo bro secured the bag but paid a hefty price,,, plus its only for 2 years mayhaps somethings will change 😭😭 but glad he didn’t go kansas city 😭😭

Hahahhahah thanxx Baek. My birthday was boring, I had to work then went out, but nothing crazy. I don't like celebrating my birthday actually. I almost got the Pope, damn was a but late. Why are people dropping dead at the end of the year. Ok but get this, my British friend killed Liz and her sister killed Phillip hsyuahsjsjahagsgshha

wELL I HOPE U HAD FUN EITHER WAY, calm birthdays with no celebration but just the presence of u >>> ALMOST GOT THE POPE,,, december 31st is like the grim reaper, every year it waits for it’s best victim and snatches them actually,,, LMFAOOOO NO WAY????? ICBWKCKCKC WHAT A COINCIDENCE that would actually be such a big flex tbh

Oh jesus, I got hit with a tennis ball once, had a bump on the top of my head like in cartoons 😭😭😭😭 so I feel your brother. My friend took a golf ball to the eye. No joke some middle school girls were acting like Pepe or maybe he's acting like them 🔪 I had my moments as well, but jfc ///// Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 NOT THE BUMP i will assume it’s like this forever now

A GOLF BALL??? WHAT IS GOING ON 😭😭😭 no bc ur so right, why are ppl so aggressive in PE chill it’s JUST PE STOP ACTING LIKE PEPE,,, my theory is that PE is derived from PEPE 🤚🏻 u ever think pepe can win a wrestling match,,, i still think about how that moroccan player kissed pepe’s head bc they missed a pen 😭😭 U CAUGHT THEM?? ANON THATS UR MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link ///// Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

my dad still talks about it every time he spots zidane and just points at him “I KNOW YOU??” what a legend tbh,,, but the italian player had it coming, zidane didnt lose his honour <3 LMFAOOOO STOP FBWKBDWK ITS THE WAY ID GET PISSED AT THEM IN THE PAST FOR DOIKG THAT DO BARCA PLAYERS BTT UT NOW ITS JIST SO FUNNY 😭😭 the way neymar has more red cards than pepe is unbelievable actually,,,, the comment “When Ramos and Pepe were on the line up the other teams doctors were more prepared then the team” 😭😭😭😭 seriously what a duo they are,,, NO SERIOUSLY BUT HES SO FUNNY MY ANGER JUST WHOOSHES AWAY this one esp the smile he has on 😭😭😭

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed /// It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

exo not making it easy, BUT FINALLY GETTING THE EXOTEEZ CRUMBS

bestie SM IS GETTING STABBED BC SUPERM CB???? if we manifested this, then the red light is tvxq and it better be max 🔫🔫,,, wait u are right, it does seem like they mixed them all together! no wonder!! right! lesser autotune would’ve let their vocals shine, it rly wouldve been majestic fantasy sound tbh,,, gonna also be that fan and say i miss their old songs as well,, something with a mix of inception answer and all,,, fever pt1 after went a little 📉📈 in my personal humble opinion <3 tho their bsides have def improved alot!

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

u did not just say that..

More and more people bring the topic of Seonghwa being excluded, it's not that serious, but certainly annoying, sad many people ignore it, cause he's popular enough... Ngl I didn't know that Post Malone song before and I don't like it ajshishsjsjsjdhhs, but Seonghwa should get a chance for real :(

yeah, it’s def a topic that should be discussed about but the WAY it is being discussed is annoying 🔫🔫 IM GONNA PRETEND I HAVE NRVER SEEN THAT SENTENCE 🔫🔫 he should! need him in the pretty boy group collab 😭😭 juyeon hyunjin hwa <3 a NEED

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤ //// God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

bro looks like einstein 😭😭😭 little nerdy genius guy <33 bestie now….hopefully he dyes his hair bc the euro tour hwa CANNOT BE BLOND !!!!!! if u can’t experience it no one can 🤚🏻no cause baby monster,,, and the girlies are aged 2002-2010🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ YEOSANGS HAIR 🤚🏻🤚🏻 THE BEST ITS BEEN IN A WHILE

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY //// Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

NO CAUSE RHWKDHWKDHWKHDKW WHAT HAPPENED IT SENDS ME neymar’s influence 😭😭

bro can’t believe it 😭😭😭 HE JUST SAT THERE AND I WAS LIKE ???? UR NOT GONNA CELEBRATE??? 😭😭😭 also 😭😭😭 he just kept sliding,, all the way back to brazil fvdbvdd also 😶😶 psg loosing their match for the first time coincidentally the day where their main players aren’t there <3 guess mbappe isn’t the one who carries the team <3 but tbh psg are 🔫🔫 them not letting players go to brazil for pele’s funeral 🔫 

and?? 😭😭😭 a NUMBER! OVER A NUMBER

Thankfully he's also a cat! ///// Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

JDVWKDHSK THE WAY HES LOOKING 😭😭😭 WAIT?????? NO WAY???? SKZ WORLD DOMINATION WTF,,, he did actually 😭😭 and now it’s percy jackson’s filming!

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭 /// I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja /// Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

no bc imagine what he must be feeling 😭😭 his career is really so spontaneous i wonder if he’s tired 😭😭,,, but… anon ur getting laziness im getting sadness <3 happy new year to you tooo!!!! hope u get to see ateez this year!!!! <33

he saved me actually

AND THIS! THIS! THIS!!!!

DO U REMEMBER THIS FHWKFHWK

aND IU AND LEE JONG SUK???? WE WON???

[visceravalentines]

I wish you would write a fic where...

poly sinclair

or good ol' s/o almost dies

or sinclair almost dies and s/o saves them

feel free to ask for more details, once i start thinking i can come up with quite a lot of stuff

- 🔪

Alright, prepare to suffer. I combined all of these into one angst-filled rollercoaster, but it does end with one big family cuddle, so it's probably okay.

Never Again

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader

Wow so much blood and violence, murder, lots of profanity, reader does not die but is seriously injured and loses consciousness, so does a Sinclair, hurt/comfort, ANGST!!

Bo and Vincent had both instructed you to stay in the house, as per usual.  You knew the drill, you kept the doors locked, kept the lights off.  They couldn’t keep you away from the windows no matter how much each one of them pleaded or scolded.  You’d be damned if you didn’t at least try to keep an eye on them. 

This group was a pretty standard one.  A mix of two male and three female victims, they had been easily separated.  You stayed upstairs while Lester drove two of the women to the house where they were promptly seized upon by Vincent.  Bo was keeping the others busy down at the station. 

“Everything’s going okay?” you ask Lester before he hops back into his truck. 

“Yeah, sweet pea, everythin’s fine.”  He smiles at you.  “I’m gonna tell ‘em those girls wanted to head up to the House of Wax so I dropped ‘em off, then Bo’ll bring the rest of ‘em over there and he and Vince will wrap things up.  I’m gonna go post up on the road outta town just in case, you wanna come wait with me?” 

“No, I think I’ll stay here.  I want to be close in case I need to help or something.” 

“Well, now I don’t know about that.  You can stay here, probably safer that way.  But don’t you go runnin’ out doin’ anything stupid.” 

“I won’t.”  

He kisses your cheek.  “It’ll be over soon, sweet pea.” 

You stand on the porch and watch Lester’s headlights disappear down the hill.  The sun was just barely visible on the horizon.  It would be over soon, just not soon enough for your taste.  Rather than returning inside, you sit on the porch with Jonesy for something like half an hour, trying not to count the minutes, waiting for all three of them to come home. 

Gunshots cut through the evening haze. 

Your blood turns to ice.  Jonesy’s ears prick and she growls deep in her throat.  You know the sound of Bo’s shotgun.  That wasn’t a shotgun. 

You scramble to your feet and throw open the front door, coax the dog inside with you.  Your limbs feel weightless with adrenaline.  The thoughts whipping through your head aren’t conscious, simply a string of decisions.  You take Vincent’s Bowie knife off a peg by the door, hooked it to your belt, and grab Bo’s keys.  He’ll have to forgive you for taking his truck later. 

The engine roars to life and you speed down the hill toward the lights of the station and the crack of three more gunshots. 

 As you screech around the corner onto Main Street, the headlights illuminate a figure standing alone in the middle of the road, a gun in her hand, and two men locked in a desperate struggle fifteen feet away.  Almost of its own volition, your foot slams on the gas pedal, and the victim barely has time to turn around before you plow into her with the truck, sending her flying. 

Before the truck has even fully come to a halt, you are out of the cab and rushing towards Bo and the victim he is tussling with.  The shotgun lies on the ground between them and the victim has a second handgun clutched in his right hand, which Bo is valiantly attempting to wrest from him.  You make it three steps before someone seizes your arm. 

You whirl to face them, hand on the knife, and recognize Vincent.  “Vincent, what the hell is happening?!” 

He doesn’t even bother signing.  The way he hauls you back towards the truck is unmistakable.”

“Vincent, stop – we have to help Bo – I can help – ”

A gun goes off so close to you it rattles your skull, once, twice, three times.  You watch, stunned, as a hole appears in Vincent’s thigh and then, as he sinks to the ground still gripping your arms, another blossoms in his shoulder, and blood spurts from his neck. 

You scream, look over your shoulder and see the woman you hit with the truck, still sprawled on the road, wearing an expression of grim satisfaction.  As gently as possible, you lower Vincent all the way down and extricate yourself from his desperate grasp, fumble for the knife, and charge the unlucky bitch who used up her last shot. 

You’ve never killed before, but it isn’t hard.  Even in your rage, you waste no effort, going directly for the throat.  She is dead within seconds, but you continue stabbing until her head is nearly disconnected from her shoulders. 

“Cindy!” you hear someone cry.  You look up, see that the last remaining victim has managed to squirm away from Bo, whose expression of naked rage is fast draining into horror as he pieces together what is happening. 

You start to stagger to your feet, bloodsoaked, vibrating with anger.  You aren’t thinking straight.  You only just register that you have made yourself a target before time stops and several things happen at once. 

The last victim takes aim at you.  You begin to drop back into a crouch.  Bo breaks into a dead sprint.  The victim pulls the trigger two times before Bo is on him.  You don’t hear the gun go off.  You feel a sudden scalding fire in your side, a flash in your ribs, then nothing. 

For what may be seconds or may be hours, you cannot see.  You cannot feel.  But you can hear Bo roaring profanities and the progressively wetter sound of the last victim’s head being slammed into the pavement again and again. 

You do feel something, then – the whisper of fingers spidering across your wrist. 

“Vincent,” you think you say.  You clasp his hand.  His fingers are cold.  So are yours. 

You become aware again of your vision, of Bo splattered with gore and crouching in front of you.  His eyes flick frantically back and forth between you and his twin. 

“No no no no no.”  He touches your cheek, grips Vincent’s arm.  “Goddammit, y/n, what were you…no, Vincent, keep your fucking eyes open.”  He slaps his twin across the face.  “Don’t you fucking do that.”  He lets go of you for a moment, props Vincent up against the truck.  “Stay awake, y’hear me?” 

He comes back to you, hands hovering, not sure what to do.  He looks so distraught.  You wave his hands away.  “I’m fine, Bo…I’m…it’s not my blood.” 

He looks at you in disbelief.  “No, darlin’…it is.  It is.  Vincent, goddammit!”  He shakes his twin, grabs your hand, tries desperately to keep a hold of two-thirds of his world as it slips steadily away from him. 

Your vision starts to fade again.  “Bo….” 

“No don’t you fucking do this to me, y/n!”  His voice is hoarse, bordering on shrill.  “Don’t do this to me!” 

You reach for his face, want so badly to comfort him, but your arm won’t move, your vision is swimming….

“Jesus fucking Christ, what happened?!”  A new voice cuts through the darkness. 

“Lester!” Bo yells. 

You are dimly aware of someone hoisting you up off the ground, carrying you through space, setting you down on cold metal.  “Don’t worry, sweet pea, you’re gonna be fine, I promise.” 

“…Lester?” 

“That’s right, honey, we’re gonna get you fixed up.” 

Your head falls back against the side of the truck bed.  The stars look like they’re racing down towards you and you flinch, waiting for the impact.  You hear Lester shouting again. 

“Bo, you gotta help me, I can’t lift him by myself!” 

Time dilates and contracts in the minutes it takes them to shuffle around the back of the truck and haul Vincent into the bed.  He’s no longer conscious. 

“Where are the keys?” Bo asks. 

“You’re not fuckin’ drivin’, climb up there with ‘em.”  Lester does not wait for a response, climbing into the cab of Bo’s truck without waiting to see if he listens. 

He does, for once, leaping up and pulling the tailgate closed behind him. 

The last thing you see before the vehicle lurches forward and you too drop into oblivion is Bo, defeated, sagging to the floor of the truck bed beside his twin. 

When you come to, you are in your bed, and you are not alone.  You look to your left and see Vincent asleep on the other pillow, hair fanned out beside his face.  Sandwiched between you is Bo, also sleeping, his head tucked against Vinny’s shoulder, his hand in yours.  The pain doesn’t come until you try to move.  You groan, give up on sitting up. 

Bo jolts awake, immediately alert.  “Are you okay, darlin’?” 

“I think so….”  You groan.  “I don’t…what happened?” 

He touches your neck, your face.  “You scared the holy hell outta me, that’s what.”  You meet his gaze, find a heartwrenching mixture of exhaustion, fear, and love in his baby blue eyes.  “I thought I was gonna lose you.”  His voice breaks. 

You shake your head, feel the tears welling up, grab onto him for dear life.  He wraps you in his arms, buries you in his chest, murmurs your name over and over.  The pounding of his heart grounds you, comforts you, and despite how close it came, you cannot imagine an end to your life with these wonderful, fragile men. 

“I’m sorry, Bo.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“Shut up.  It’s over.  You ain’t ever leavin’ me.”  He presses his lips to your temple, fighting tears. 

“You’re right.  You’re right, I’m not.”  You let out a long, shaky breath.  “Is Vincent okay?” 

“Yeah.”  Bo’s voice is thick.  “Yeah, he’s gonna be alright.  Les…Les saved him.  Saved you too.” 

“Where is he?” 

“’M right here.”  Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Lester sits up and stretches, previously slumped in an armchair hauled upstairs from the living room.  “You’re all very welcome.” 

“Come here, you.”  With a tired smile, he drags the chair across the floor so he’s close enough for you to reach out and touch him.  He kisses your fingers.  “Where would we be without you, Les?” 

“Fucked.” 

You laugh and even Bo manages a chuckle. 

“You ain’t never leavin’ me either, y/n,” Lester says, and a shadow crosses his visage.  For a moment, you see how afraid he was, how hard he fought for you and for his brothers. 

“Never.”  You squeeze his hand. 

Vincent stirs, moans.  Bo is instantly attentive, but Vincent sleeps on.  His twin gingerly drapes an arm over his chest, curls up against him, shatters your heart with the expression on his face. 

“I have a request,” Lester says.  “With all due respect, can we never do this again?” 

“Absolutely,” you reply. 

You stroke Bo’s hair, your other hand clasped firmly in Lester’s, and you pass the afternoon this way, connected together, safe and alive. 

[thewriterg]

♡︎Water drops♡︎ V.S

Pairing(s): Victor ‘Sully’ Sullivan x Fem!reader

Summary: Sully comes to apologize to you, to see you soaking wet in the rain testing the waters of your stubbornness

Word count: 500+

Request(s): Hi!! I hope you are doing well^^ Can I request a Victor Sullivan X Fem!Reader? I just love this character, but few people write something like that with him. Let's say it was raining heavily, and the reader was just standing outside and enjoying the weather, and suddenly Sully comes up behind her. I thought they would kiss at the end, ldk.. (Sorry if there are any errors in the text, my English is very bad. I'm so embarrassed, SORRY!!)) Good luck!💗

Warning(s): Mentions of sickness, pure fluff, reader is a stubborn a hole :), and like two swear words —aren’t you proud 😊🔪—

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— Hi sweetheart! I’m doing amazing I hope you are too and you absolutely can I hope you like this and this is what you wanted also don’t apologize or be embarrassed at all have a great day<3

The porch floorboards creaked under Sully’s boots as he stared at you, standing in the middle of the your backyard while the rain engulfed your body whole as you seemingly stared off into the distance

You wore nothing but a thin T-shirt and his sweatpants that you had to roll up at the waistband so you wouldn’t trip over the fabric that pooled at your feet and your shoes just sat on top of the wet grass

“You know you’re gonna get electrocuted one of these days” Sully called out to you while you did anything but spare the man a glance as he made his own way down the steps of your porch before he finally reached you coming behind your body and wrapped his arms around Your waist

“I’m sorry” He apologized while preparing chastised kisses down the side of your face that had a unreadable expression as you continued to not feed or pay attention to his antics while rain poured down on you both

“Can you at least look at me please I’m trying to apologize” Sully pleaded putting himself on hold of the task of kiss down on your cheeks and trying to seduce you to forgive him dropping his arms from your waist and standing up straight

“What did you say?” Your eyes finally flitted up to his tall frame while you subconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself finally turning around to face the man

“I’m sorry” He repeated looking at you with those warm and soft hazel brown eyes placing his hand on your arm and rubbing his thumb back and forth it almost reminded you of a windshield wiper in a way especially now that you were soaked head to toe

“You’re my sweetheart, you know I’m crazy about you I’ve been crazy about you since day one and I’m sorry” He added while continuing to stare so deep into your eyes it almost went through your body and for a minute he couldn’t tell if you were crying or if it was the the rain droplets that slid down you face hell you couldn’t even tell

“I forgive you” As soon as the words left your lips his were crashing down onto yours it wasn’t rough where fireworks erupted there it was soft and passionate where butterflies rested and nestled in your stomach before Sully swiped you off your feet pulling your body into a baby cradling position

“What the hell are you doing” You questioned amused with smile on your face while Sully started making his way back to the direction of your house

“Making sure you don’t get sick, We don’t want you crying and putting your cold feet on me because you wanted to shiver out in the rain” He smirked while you rolled your eyes

“Oh please you can’t stand me being mad at you for ten minutes sense the reason why you interrupted me enjoying the weather” You looked up at your boyfriend while the two of you finally made your way Into the house

“Sure sweetheart, I ran a bath go up there and relax I’ll get us some wine” Victor finally sat you on the ground before you nodded your head and made your way upstairs with a pad of your feet and he watched you before he heard a door close that woke him from his thoughts

Sully stuck a hand in his pocket fiddling with the black velvet ring box before smiling and making his way towards the kitchen

[partyinthemysterymachine]

for da heacanons jrbgrbgjrbgj

hmmm 7 for Richard, i wanna see dat guy cookin 😎

3 and 12 for both Richard and Vinny

annndddd

...*approaches into ya ear and whisperz* 13 vinny giggllleezzzzzzz

srry if that's too much arhghgahgahgr 😩😩🙏🙏

FOOD/COOKING - RICHARD

this man can make a fucking cup of fucking coffee. do not pass go, do not collect $200, somehow receive school debt forgiveness. orgasmic, singular magical powers. literally what the fuck does he do to the beans during the time he puts it in the grinder and drops coarse coffee bean sand into the french press and pours hot water over it like dude he doesn’t even temperature check the water or anything it’s literally A to B to C it’s fucking nothing special he does jack shit all different than anybody else and still Richard goddamn get the FUCK out of my face Braintree pours a cup of coffee the Archangel Gabriel fucking sneezed blessings on.

and Frank doesn’t think this way because he has some kinda so-called ‘bias’ when it comes to Richard, like— he’s just being honest. he’s not even the only one to have felt so strongly about the end result of Richard’s literally-nothing-special brew. it’s just a fucking cup of coffee. it’s just a fucking cup of fucking coffee an nd it shouldn’t be this deep bro but it’s about the fucking coffee

but as for actual cooking actual food:

once in awhile, Richard’ll harken back to the good(? debatable) old days living 80s NYC (Richard’s not from NYC in the sense that he was born and raised there. he moved to the Big Apple from Fuckingnowheresville, Wyoming to get a pretty degree in accounting), hop on down to the Mexican market, and buy some beef tongue to cook up lengua tacos the way the street vendors always did.

they taste the same if he closes his eyes (but it’s weird to eat food with your eyes closed and he usually only ate with his eyes closed when he was too intoxicated to remember how to open his eyes in the first place).

the beef tongue tacos are a comfort food, and the comfort it provides is complicated, so he didn’t really make them at all when he got to Ashfield - too busy snorting cocaine, drinking heavily, having an attitude problem, and, amongst other things, negging Frank Sunderland into hiring him as the apartment complex’s accountant; y’know how it goes. (he’s sober from drug use these days some-odd years strong and the alcohol isn’t a detriment. beef tongue tacos, however, are still a complicated comfort food, and the last time he’d made them was about 15 years ago, when he was 40..)

oh, and his green bean casserole fucks.

DRINKING - RICHARD

as aforementioned by above spoilers, Richard and alcohol did and didn’t mix for a real hot summer spell there (and by that i mean shit was wild for a lot of years), but he’s since taken actual responsibility with his drinking habits. mostly because “it isn’t the same” as it was and his body’s a wreck already. hangovers suck, being called to prayer to the porcelain god sucks, being drunk fucking sucks. franken-cocktails SUCK, but WORSE the day after. or the 48 hours after.

and Everclear is never worth it.

Richard keeps it real with classic malt liquors, Colt 45, Olde English 800; Mexican beers Corona, Tecate, Modelo Especial; hard liquor Wild Turkey Kentucky bourbon, SKOL vodka, El Jimador tequila, and Don Julio tequila. wide variety here, you gotta say! that’s favorites past and present, and he imbibes maybe twice a week at most. hell, he’s gone months without crackin’ one open. not much for drinking anymore, honestly.

(if Henry ever saw Richard with a drink in one hand and being a cool guy whippin some classic gunslinging tricks no he didn’t 🔪)

DRINKING - VINNY

y’know? jokes aside i can see Vincent being a classic cocktails kinda guy, things he can put together good and one-two-three easy, like keep some ginger soda/beer around and mix it with a bourbon or rye. Irish coffee - aka Irish whiskey poured into coffee; not like, the actual Elegant version. (bc lmfaoooooooo you think he has time for that shit? holy fuck the effort. no. the actual fancy cocktail Irish coffee is reserved for when he’s already an Old Fashioned, a mint Julep, and a White Russian into the night. it’s a send-off. he’s gotta be Feeling his blood alcohol level to have the motivation to make a proper Irish coffee.)

(White Russians are, actually, not overrated and are best enjoyed on Wednesday nights, yes he knows The Big Lebowski and no he didn’t start drinking White Russians because of the movie could you p l e a s e)

but like.. cocktails aren’t.. he looks like the asshole who has high opinions of cocktails and hard liquor and a superiority complex about it, but i think he’d be pretty content with a simple IPA beer. something real dark and hoppy, like a good Lagunitas wouldn’t go amiss.

some things he just keeps up for appearances, and being a drink snob is one of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

while i don’t think Vincent drinks often, i DO think that he’s a serial minesweeper (aka, just goes drinking the unattended drinks at an event), and has a habit of picking up drinks he’d made and forgotten about and bro you REALLY shouldn’t drink that like its shelf life expired uhhhhh 20 hours ago please don’t dr— okay enjoy your horrible day then, don’t forget to catch the person who did this to you in the mirror later

Claudia is not, will not, and shalt NOT be interacting that day thx sm ur own ur own and if you choke and die then godspeed, idiot

SEX - VINNY

well of all the things i didn’t think i’d think about!! and i REALLY DO appreciate thinking about this one bc ngl this left me stumped a bit LOL like really having to exercise the grey matter here 

i’m going to put REAL MORE THOUGHT into this because y’know? i’m intrigued. id like to know too LOL but lemme get a good think on that and i’ll get RIGHT back to you, i don’t wanna squander THIS philosophical piece u feel me??? nah im gonna get to the bottom of it. for him. puts hand over heart. for him

he’s a switch tho

[claudia-nomusaabara]

@ Claudia

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

violence baybey

🔪 KNIFE - She'll react badly if any of her loved ones are hurt and she’ll try to fix the situation if she can. She’ll react even worse if it was her fault and swallows her pride about it, whether it’s partially or fully. Claudia will apologize afterwards and try to rectify the situation. After she's had to swallow some of her ego.

✂️ SCISSORS - Because of how loyal Claudia is, a loved one would have to mess up BAD for her to drop them like a sack of bricks and she doesn't forgive easily.

The saying "time heals all wounds" is the key phrase with her and she'll need a lot of time to forgive.

🔫 PISTOL - No, she doesn’t. She'll be polite and respectful but she's not the type of person to trust easily until you prove you're of your word or she's analyzed you enough to be sure of your intentions.

But once you've earned her trust and she knows your character, Claudia is stubbornly loyal. Thankfully, she hasn't been backstabbed because of how discerning she is and she plans to keep it that way.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Kanato Sakamaki [2019 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Kanato Sakamaki (@DiaLoverKanatoS) in 2019.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

January 4, 2019

> It’s snowing. If only it the snow was cotton candy instead

> Or perhaps it would be sweet and delicious if I pour some syrup on? I’ll ask Reiji

February 14, 2019

> Hey, where’s my chocolate? You’ve got some prepared, right? I am supposed to get chocolates today. I won’t forgive you if you somehow forgot. ...Aah, but there’s other sweet and delicious options as well. If there’s no chocolate, I shall indulge in your blood instead

February 22, 2019

> Meowー meowー

> There’s a cat. I’ve seen her drop by quite often as of late

> I suppose I should give her a name

> Nothing comes to mind. I’m irritated now. Why do I have to wreck my brain over something like this!?

> Whatever, she can simply be ‘cat’

February 28, 2019

> I know her too. She’s cat (@Laito)

> No. Her name is cat (@Laito)

March 7, 2019

> Sure. Let’s use your head as the ball (@Ayato)

March 14, 2019

> I’ve awakened. There’s this nice, sweet smell in the air

> There really were cookies in the kitchen. Reiji does know how to be considerate every once in a while it seems

> I’m digging in

March 18, 2019

> Let’s sew their eyelids in place (@Reiji)

March 28, 2019

> Taking his words literally like that, just how much of an idiot are you? I get sick thinking about how I have to call you my older brother (@Ayato)

> You’re at fault for telling bad jokes. Just give me back my snack already. If it’s not in the kitchen, where have you hidden it then? (@Ayato)

> Of course I want to know! Hurry up and tell me! (@Ayato)

> 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 (@Ayato)

April 1, 2019

> Give me back my peanuts! If you don’t hurry up, I’ll cut you into pieces!

> It’s Shin. Don’t claim you couldn’t tell?

May 24, 2019

> I held back today and only ate two of the three cakes I bought. Please praise me.

> Nothing else? I only ate two cakes, you know? Don’t you feel bad for me? Please tell me I don’t have to hold back

>  You truly are a fool to speak those words of praise just because you’ve been asked to. If you are incapable of thinking with your own head, there is no reason for you to be a human, right, I’m sure you would be much more suited to become my doll instead

> Rest assured. Even if you become a mute doll, I’ll still love you

July 3, 2019

> A weird letter arrived. It’s addressed to me and Shuu. Do something about this

> Why do you ignore me when I’m the one who came to talk to you? Hurry up and answer! (@Shuu)

> Don’t ignore me! (@Shuu)

> You’re right. It’s the same crap from last time. I don’t have the time to waste on these stupid things. You guys just do something about it. Goodbye (@Kou)

> I don’t have the follow the rules (@Kou)

> You’re in no position to talk to me like that (@Carla)

> Q. Who is the one person within the Sakamaki household who you don’t want to get involved with?

A. Ayato, Laito, Reiji, Shuu an Subaru

> Q. Which types of clothes do you often wear?

A. A lot of them have ribbons on them. Don’t you think they fit my cute appearance perfectly?

> Q. Share your current mood!

A. I’m forced to do this thing so I can barely contain my anger. I want to drink some sweet blood. I want to just gobble her up right now

July 7, 2019

> I wish sweet juice would start pouring from the faucets at our house. #TanabataWishes

August 6, 2019

> These kind of nights drive me crazy

> Please don’t leave me by myself

> Embrace me, let me hear your voice, tell me you ove me

> Thank you very much

August 7, 2019

> Why are you taking your sweet time? Hurry up and get ready

> Why? We’re participating in the festival of the Death starting tomorrow morning. I’m inviting you. You don’t have to question anything, but simply follow my lead

> Well then, let us go. To the festival celebrating death, okay?

August 16, 2019

> Please buy some pudding. Not just any regular pudding. I want the kind that has plenty of whipped cream and fruits on top. I’m in the mood for some pudding à la mode right now. (@Subaru)

--> I don’t know if this actually originated from France or if it’s a Japanese thing but they used French to make it seem fancy. xD Either way, in Japan ‘pudding à la mode’ refers to pudding topped with whipped cream and fruits.

August 20, 2019

> This party hall has this sickly smell of flowers wafting through the air, it makes me want to throw up. I wonder if this is the fragrance of death?

> However, I think the smell of your blood while you are alive is the best. Are you happy?

September 10, 2019

> You’re acting like a baby (@Kino)

October 16, 2019

> It’s the season for the sweet, delicious roasted sweet potatoes. Please prepare some right away. (@Reiji)

> Eh? You won’t even though I just said I want to eat them? Why not? I can tell you’re just making excuses to brush me off. Please don’t try and blame it on the fact you’re busy (@Reiji)

> Reiji (@Reiji)

> Hey, Reiji (@Reiji)

> Reiji, come on! (@Reiji)

> Very well. I’ll have Ayato and Subaru do that. (@Reiji)

October 29, 2019

> Fufufu, are you surprised?

> Basically, I just want you so, so badly. If you didn’t hear me, I’ll tell you as many times as you’d like.

> Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

October 31, 2019

> I was mistaken for someone participating in the costume event

> The dark cricles underneath my eyes aren’t make-up

> It pissed me off, so I stole all the candy which was supposed to be the prize for the winner

> I received some candy from Azusa

> It’s a cupcake decorated like a bear

> I suppose Azusa can make himself useful every once in a while

November 5, 2019

> I won’t let you do that. Hurry up and come to the trial! (@Ayato)

--> I’m not sure why, but they seem to be doing a parody of Alice in Wonderland on this day. xD

> What nonsense are you spouting? How are we supposed to continue without the White Rabbit? If you’re too slow, I won’t have mercy and just chop off your head (@Ayato)

November 8, 2019

> Hey, you over there?

> I’m sentencing you to death

> You just responded to my call, right? It was unpleasant so I’ll chop off your head

December 19, 2019

> If I were to lock you up forever to ensure you are mine, burying you underneath the snow might not be bad

December 24, 2019

> Merry Xmas

> A christmas cake or gingerbread cookies are no match for you. So please, scoot a little closer