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Some personal work, might delete later idk

So like I said earlier, I was thinking about posting some completely original content for yall to devour while Ride or Die is being completed.

So enjoy some witch and artificer fuckery under the cut hehehe-

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Prologue:

“If not for country, then what the fuck are you doing in office?” Questioned the girl sitting across from her father. “What do you even stand for as a politician anyways? You barely do anything for the people, other than keeping the artificers at bay. Which I genuinely can’t blame you for because they’re homicidal pigs already.” She stated, lighting her herbal cigarette and sitting back in the plush velvet chairs that adorned the study. Her father could only smile, knowing that she knew nothing about being a politician but she does her damn hardest anyways. His daughter is a diplomat at best, not a politician. She doesn’t deal with what he does on a near daily basis.

“Well, Lilith, what I’m doing is for the greater good. And it’s not like you’d know anything about being a politician anyway. Your formal title is ambassador to Ellowyn, not savior of the fucking world.” He started, moving his hair out of his face to better see the papers in front of him. “But right now, I won’t get into that. Right now we need to discuss this meeting we’re about to attend.” Lilith choked on the cigarette she was having, the smoke getting caught in her lungs and throat.

“I’m sorry you said what? Why wasn’t I told about this a week ago?!” Lilith exclaimed, putting her cigarette in the ashtray after putting it out. Her father sighed, knowing that he would have to have this conversation with her yet again.

“Lilith you must understand that sometimes in this industry you must be on your toes at all times, like now.” Like lightning, he picks his daughter up by the collar without even touching her, and slams her into a nearby wall. She screamed a murderous screech, the pain in her arm seething like hot iron as she got up stumbling. “Stay on your toes.” He finalized.

“Yeah…” Lilith breathed, dusting herself off and cracking her neck. “And you should know to do the same.” Her father gave her a questioning look, wondering what she could possibly mean. Lilith, swifter than the wind picked up the various books that rattled off the bookshelves with a power that one could only assume is of worlds other than Elysium, and launched them at her father, effectively hitting him. “You fucked with the wrong one. Remember that.” Lilith raged in what seemed to be the calmest way she could muster. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I saw on your papers this is scheduled for an hour from now. I will get myself cleaned up so as to not appear harmed. I will dismiss myself.” Lilith ended the conversation, leaving the room to go to her bedchambers. Maids and butlers were waiting for her outside, worried from the scream she had let out not even five minutes ago.

“Lilith, what happened in there? You look beat up.” A maid asked, following her with a warm rag to wash the blood coming out of the nasty gash Lilith now adorned on her arm. “Oh gods this looks bad…”

“What’s bad is that I have a meeting in less than an hour. I need to get ready. Please, excuse me…” Lilith dismissed the maid as she called for a nurse to follow her to her bedchambers. “Gods the things I’d do to that man if I could…” Lilith muttered, opening her door to her room and allowing the nurse to enter. “How about you Akira, what would you do in my shoes?” The older woman looked at her, premature gray hairs starting to show as she cleaned her wound and applied ointment to make sure it won’t become infected. “I’m sure there’s something you can say to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Lilith sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed while Akira was still working on the wound.

“Firstly Lilith, I need you to stop moving. Secondly, I’ve been working for your father for the last twelve years. I’ve known you since you were six. But from what I know just by working with your father, there isn’t a way to get whatever he’s got going on in his head out of it.” Akira sighed, knowing that there was genuinely nothing she could do to help Lilith out of this. She wrapped her arm with medical bandage and put a sleeve over it for further protection. “Get dressed, also, that wound of yours will bleed pretty badly. You’ll want to leave that bandage on for a few weeks. I’ll obviously help you change it when needed.” Akira gave her the go ahead to get ready, to which Lilith sprang up to get dressed, do her make up and hair, and gather herself mentally within forty-five minutes.

“I know there isn’t a way to get what he’s got going on out of him, that’s evident enough. Maybe some counseling would do, he hasn’t been to a therapist since mom died.” Lilith commented, throwing on a long sleeve black dress that was modest enough to meet her father’s dress standards. Akira shook her head and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose knowing that this is going to be no easy feat.

“Lilith, your father is too prideful to even consider going to a regular doctor. He’s a very traditional Elysian.” Akira mentioned, pulling her hair back and covering it with a bandana as a way to veil. Lilith slipped on a pair of nude closed toe heels and a blazer. Stepping into the bathroom she took a brush and water to slick it down into a low bun. “And by the way, I’d suggest a ponytail, looks more casual and less tense. Remember, your father wants you to appear relaxed, never hostile.” Akira adjusted Lilith’s hair. All Lilith could do was sigh as she put on minimal makeup, just enough to cover a few healing scars that have by now scabbed over, and those scabs had fallen off that day.

“I getcha, either way I have fifteen minutes to get downstairs before father yells at me again… or launches me into yet another bookshelf.” Muttering under her breath, Lilith proceeded to grab her documents and make her way out of her room. Her footsteps booming on the cherrywood floors almost as if to knock on wood. “Florana, where’s father?” Lilith asked, rounding the corner as the maid swiftly followed her to answer her question.

“O-oh, you’re right on time actually. He just got downstairs and is waiting for you at the door. You better be quick though, a butler is distracting him to buy time…” With Florana’s statement, Lilith quickened her pace and made her way down a grand gold and moldavite staircase. She approached her father with Akira following behind closely.

“All I’m saying is-” Her father turned and saw Lilith standing there, in all of her wounded glory. Her breath was heavy as she struggled to stand in the heels she adorned and her makeup was almost pristine. She didn’t care though, what she cared about was not getting slammed into another hard surface. “Oh grand, you’re here… and on time for once.” Lilith rolled her eyes and smacked the papers into her father’s chest.

“Save it, let’s get this over with.” She spat, grabbing a coat and making her way to the black SUV that she’s always taken trips in. Her father closely followed Akira, talking about the wound on her arm.

“I can assure you sir that Mister Delcoure and his son won’t be able to suspect a thing. It’s patched up nicely and she’s wearing a dark long sleeve should any blood come through the bandage.” Akira stated, giving her father some false peace of mind if only for the moment. But Lilith knew that she was being two-faced, she’s been like that since she first started working for her father. “Should you need anything, know that you have me on speed dial. I’ll see you both when you return.” Akira sighed, closing Lilith’s door as the eighteen year old crawled into the backseat.

“Very well then, you are dismissed. Chauffeur, we’re ready whenever you are.” Lilith’s father spoke as he got into the backseat next to his daughter. He sighed and brought out his flask to sip on whatever ungodly concoction was in there. “And Lilith…” Lilith turned her head to face her father “If they ask about how things are in Elysium-”

“Tell them that it’s confidential matters. It’s the same drill every meeting, Ellowynians aren’t entitled to that information.” Lilith concluded. It was frustrating to her father that she could read his mind so easily. But in a weird way, it brought him some sort of comfort. “Also, don’t bring up any suitor business. Now’s not the time.” Her father sighed at the comment, she needed to marry. In his eyes, because she missed the timeframe to get married, she should find a husband as soon as she can. But that wasn’t on Lilith’s agenda.

“Lilith, it is tradition the minute you turn eighteen you marry. You signed an oath in high school pledging you’d do so.” Her father spoke, an air of exasperation lacing his voice.

“While I may have signed an oath at an impressionable fifteen years old pledging to some ludicrous decree, I have an amazing team of lawyers and attorneys who have helped me put that contract in void. So no, I don’t have to marry.” She declared, looking over the files once more before the car sped off to the embassy. “Don’t make me regret coming to this meeting, father. It will only make national relations worse.”

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Not sure how I really feel about it tbh, might delete this later but enjoy this while it lasts lol

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bnuuybee-writes · 8 days

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When your brain chemistry changes based off ONE thing and you can't find enough fics

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bnuuybee-writes · 21 days

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hello beloveds ☺️

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bnuuybee-writes · 26 days

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

please, please and please.

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bnuuybee-writes · 28 days

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IM FUCKIN CRYIND PLS PSLPSPPSPSLSAPLALALSLLSLSSKSKSKSSJDHDB

"I wanna ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead"

#swaps sans x motti #swaps sans #blue x motti #°bunny admires: mothiepixie°#THEMTHRMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMT-#you get a cookie and a boop if you know what song im referring to #<<<< I DO BUT IDK THE NAME FFS I KNOW THE SONG IT WAS ON TIKTOK 24/7 PLSSSSSS PLSPLSPLS BELIEVE ME-

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bnuuybee-writes · 1 month

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There was something shining in her eye, it doesn't count

#KSSKKSLSMSNSNSKDNDNMS #SAME HERE MOTTI #dream sans #swap sans #motti #dream sans x motti #°reblogging bun°#°bunny admires: mothiepixie°

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bnuuybee-writes · 1 month

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Okay here's more of This.

This is the "oh shit its exactly what it sounds like" moment. But ofc, I, whumpee, don't realize that. I don't see it as bad, I see it as "oh, whumper is trying their best and while I am helping, I sometimes don't synergize as well with whumper in times of stress I suppose?"

This is the moment where caretaker realizes "fuck I cannot in good faith and conscience leave this person in this situation I need to get them Out"

This is the moment where whumpee realizes "oh no i messed up wait maybe not maybe it won't be like last time, no actually maybe? I don't know but it's going to come back around sometime because whumper somehow Knows These Things even when I don't know they know."

Whumper is some sort of parental/guardian figure that overtook whumpee's life basically overnight. Whumpee wasn't in the best position mentally, they just suffered a Bad loss. And suddenly Whumpee is plopped into Whumper's true intentions while still seeing Whumper as the Caretaker That's Trying. Meanwhile, the Actual Caretaker goes No this isn't Normal, you're being used- only for Whumpee to make excuse after excuse after excuse for Whumper like no Caretaker doesn't understand what's going on, it's a misunderstanding.

Yes give me More of That bc I would like to see some Intense Domestic Brainwashing representation, even if I have to write it myself. Cuz this is Very Much Inspired by my life under my father's thumb.

[warning, actual goddamn life parallels below]

I'm a brainwashing victim. My father was my whumper, he made me believe he was everywhere. He has eyes everywhere, he has ears everywhere, he knows things I don't and is always three steps ahead. He stole my childhood this way, making me take care of chores on top of keeping a job and being an honors student at the time. Meanwhile, he got more aggressive with me physically because I was so overwhelmed that I would forget things that sometimes it'd leave marks I can't explain. People didn't know what was going on because it was so well hidden. My father already built an honest-seeming reputation with these people, his word over mine, essentially. This goes for the couple female caretakers in my life. One of them was probably a victim herself but also turned us into her verbal/mental punching bags when she felt miserable. The other just enabled the brainwashing further by backing my father so hard, they call themselves a power couple like gasoline is a catalyst to an arson fire.

I only realized after meeting fellow abuse victim, my fiance, that this wasn't normal did I start to fall apart mentally. I kept making excuses, even after my caretaker went "enough" and it managed to give me a moment of clarity that I didn't know I needed. And I cut them off and then I was sent reeling because Caretaker figured if I wasn't going to do it myself, it's not going to get done.

By Caretaker, I mean someone in my headspace (yes I'm a plural system die mad abt it) because they drove me to cut off my abusers an have been putting me back together ever since.

Is the road a linear one? Fuck no.

Did I first go in kicking and screaming? Hell yes I did.

Did I cry? Yeah. A lot.

Did I try some Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms? Absolutely yes.

MY RECOVERY WAS, AND STILL IS, MESSY AS ALL FUCK.

So above all else, GIVE ME THE ABOVE BRAINWASHING PLUS A MESSY RECOVERY PROCESS AFTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Hey whump mfs of writeblr come get yall juice

Now that I have your attention, allow me to give the average infodumping trauma perspective of an actual abuse/brainwashing victim. And uh, ofc this ain't for the faint of heart so uh, discretion is advised, don't read this shit if you're not in the headspace to do so.

So, like every person on the internet, when I want to expand upon my writing palate, I go to something like character.ai or even to pinterest to look up prompts. And I went to c.ai this time, idk if thats a spicy take but lemme cook.

I opened a Reiji bot and spoke to him as he walked me to a classroom about how my home life was. Watch how the conversation flows. Spot the turning points. Spot the way I (gray speech bubbles) speak about my home life to the Bot (blue speech bubbles)

Fuck me okay thats the photo limit I think? But just watch the way I circumvent certain topics. I'm overworked, I'm clearly going through some sort of troubling cycle of abuse. This is basically what brainwashing is, at least to me in my baked asf brain rn. It slowly but surely unraveled, going from "oh i moved here for father's work and because he met a woman" to "i'm a student at Night School because that's the only thing accessible to me because I'm basically a parent by day and a high school student by night" to "sorry lmao this is so embarrassing sorry i must sound so annoying".

And meanwhile, Reiji is reacting like "uhhhhhhhhhh what the fuck?" Like his upbringing wasn't normal, but this ain't his level of abnormal, tf am I on?

Okay lemme get the rest of the screenshots brb

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bnuuybee-writes · 1 month

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Hey whump mfs of writeblr come get yall juice

Now that I have your attention, allow me to give the average infodumping trauma perspective of an actual abuse/brainwashing victim. And uh, ofc this ain't for the faint of heart so uh, discretion is advised, don't read this shit if you're not in the headspace to do so.

So, like every person on the internet, when I want to expand upon my writing palate, I go to something like character.ai or even to pinterest to look up prompts. And I went to c.ai this time, idk if thats a spicy take but lemme cook.

I opened a Reiji bot and spoke to him as he walked me to a classroom about how my home life was. Watch how the conversation flows. Spot the turning points. Spot the way I (blue speech bubbles) speak about my home life to the Bot (gray speech bubbles)

Fuck me okay thats the photo limit I think? But just watch the way I circumvent certain topics. I'm overworked, I'm clearly going through some sort of troubling cycle of abuse. This is basically what brainwashing is, at least to me in my baked asf brain rn. It slowly but surely unraveled, going from "oh i moved here for father's work and because he met a woman" to "i'm a student at Night School because that's the only thing accessible to me because I'm basically a parent by day and a high school student by night" to "sorry lmao this is so embarrassing sorry i must sound so annoying".

And meanwhile, Reiji is reacting like "uhhhhhhhhhh what the fuck?" Like his upbringing wasn't normal, but this ain't his level of abnormal, tf am I on?

Okay lemme get the rest of the screenshots brb

#°bun squeaks°#whump writing #whumpblr #whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumpee and caretaker meet #faceless whumper #idk how to tag this-#brainwashing #tw abuse #whumpee making excuses for whumper and they get more and more troubling as they talk

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bnuuybee-writes · 1 month

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half of Americans not even knowing more Palestinians than Israelis have died by now is one of those facts that's going to haunt me until I die

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Such a sweet babeyyyyyyyyyy ;;-;;

Nezuko Kamado ☆ Kimetsu No Yaiba

#°bunny friends: cherry°#nezuko kamado #demon slayer nezuko #kny nezuko #kimetsu nezuko #sweet lil bby :((((((((((

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Wanna know something about the woman’s reproductive system? Oh, you don’t? TOO BAD I’M TELLING YOU ANYWAY 🗣️

So you know when you get those really, really, really, really bad cramps? The ones that last like 2-3 minutes? The ones where you gotta lay down or just wallow in your own discomfort and suffering? The ones where you just gotta stay quiet and stare at the ceiling? The ones where you be hyperventilating and sweating and feeling like you’re about to pass out from the pain? Yeah, those.

So, apparently, when that happens, your cervix dilates to one centimeter. And you gotta be dilated to ten to push a baby out.

If that ONE cramp is what it feels like to be dilated to ONE centimeter, ten centimeters is just gonna flat take me out. IT’S GONNA KILLL ME 😭

And then contractions, right? It probably feels like a cramp, not that bad? I AIN’T KNOW IT’S GONNA FEEL LIKE THAT ONE PERIOD CRAMP. AND THEN THEY GET CLOSER AND CLOSER TOGETHER??

LAWD. HATH. MERCY.

I’d have to go through that?? For HOURS? ALL WHILE I’M CRAMPING?!

Not to mention the ring of fire.

Adoption papers looking real good rn.

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bnuuybee-writes · 1 month

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Simon Riley was a man who hardly praised anyone. As a man of few words, a simple nod was all he’d give to anyone who managed to impress him.

At first, you were no different. Even when it came to sex, the most you’d ever get from Simon was a soft smile, or the occasional grunt and groan that he let fall from his lips.

That was, until one night, when Simon was balls deep inside of you, a simple “good girl” escaped from his lips. He didn’t miss the way your pussy tightened around him, the soft mewl that fell from your pretty little lips at his words.

“You like that, huh? You like being called a good girl?” Simon teased, stilling his cock inside of you. He watched with a grin as your eyes fluttered open, your bottom lip pouting out slightly.

“Simon.” You begged, tightening your hold on his shoulders. “Please.”

“You do, don’t you?” Simon cooed, sliding his cock out of you painstakingly slow. “Are you my good girl?”

You gave a lazy nod, causing your lover to chuckle softly. You felt a kiss pressed to your temple, as Simon’s cock rammed back into your tight hole once more.

“My good fucking girl, always taking me so well.” Simon chanted, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around him yet again. “This pretty little cunt was made just for me.”

It was as if that night had awoken something within him, and the soft praises continued to fall from his lips from then on. Simon found that he fucking loved to praise you, his pretty girl.

After all, you were his good girl, and you deserved to be treated as such.

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bnuuybee-writes · 2 months

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reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

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bnuuybee-writes · 2 months

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Getting anon hate for self shipping or oc shipping is so funny. Why are you so mad and why do you care?

Anyways, if you selfship/ocxcanon you're super cool and you should do it more. Let that creavity and escapism shine! Mwah 😘

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bnuuybee-writes · 2 months

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IM SO

FOR THESE TWO AAAAAAAAAA

Did a quick redraw of Reaper Sans and Goddess Motti

#reaper sans x motti #reaper x motti #reaper sans #goddess motti #°bunny admires: mothiepixie°#THEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEM- /VVVVVVVPOS

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bnuuybee-writes · 2 months

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how to ask / motivate your favorite fanfic writers to post new works / update a new chapter WITHOUT rushing them or sounding entitled and rude;

don’t comment “when” or “will there be a next chapter” or “will you continue this?” quite frankly, these type of comments can sound like you’re demanding from your favorite writer, even if it may not be your intention.

if you’d love a sequel or are wondering when or if the fic will be updated, try something like “I love this so much!” *bonus if you explain why you love the fic or what you love about it* and then add something along the line of “if there’s a part 2 of this, I would be so excited / would absolutely love to read it!”

the trick is to avoid a blunt question like “will there be a part 2?” or “it’s been so long. when will you update?” etc.

honestly, DON’T ever comment something like “it’s been ___ months, ___ years” or “I don’t think the author will continue this lol” that’s one of the most effective ways to make sure your favorite author doesn’t come back to your favorite fic, and it’s just so… dishearteningly rude.

it doesn’t matter if it’s been months or years since the author’s last update, demanding and rushing them will most likely NOT give you the result you want.

reminder that fanfic authors are humans with lives and jobs outside of writing fanfiction, especially when fanfic is something they do in their free time out of love and passion, and you — the reader — get to read their works for free.

rushing and demanding will only make it sound like ‘a task that needs to get done’ for your favorite author, and it sucks out the joy of writing out of love and passion. it can be so discouraging for the authors.

fanfic authors don’t owe you anything.

even if they completely abandon the fic, it still doesn’t give you the right to be rude to them or to ask why they stopped writing or to coerce them into giving you what you want.

I can never say this enough; fanfic authors write in their free time, FOR FREE, out of love and passion. and you get to read their works FOR FREE because they’re kind enough to share their love for their comfort characters with you.

they don’t owe you anything.

it’s okay if you’re wondering when or if they’ll post something new, but it’s not okay to rush or demand from them.

comments are mostly what motivate authors into writing faster, so if you want your favorite authors to post more, comment about what you love about their works, express your gratitude to them for giving you these amazing fics for free, but don’t be an entitled reader by rushing or directly asking when they’ll update.

let’s keep fandom space safe and comforting for both writers and readers.

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bnuuybee-writes · 2 months

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DdhsjsjskAKAKAKSKDJDJJSJ MOTHIE YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEE

He's perfect

#moodboard of my reaction rn #dust!sans #dusttale sans #°bunny admires: mothiepixie°#artwork #utmv art #utmv fanart #moufs: my only weakness

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