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omgrenhasfriends · 1 year

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i'm imagining all these yandere friends living in the same house which got me wondering.. what would their rooms look like? and does their MC live with them too

Ezra: The ever so edgy brat has an all black bedroom. His bed has a full canopy with black-out curtains and like 70 pillows. He has a drafting table and a huge bookshelf full of partially made miniatures for Eliana. Very tidy! Ezra would adore it if Sugar lived with them <3

Krow: Art. Art everywhere. It'd look more like a studio than a proper bedroom. Easels, paintings, tables with all kinds of art supplies, some work in progress sculpture being done. It may come as a surprise but he keeps it pretty tidy and organized. He would decorate it with whatever Dove decides to give him, his bed is pretty modest. But if Dove and him are in a relationship he would see to upgrade to a queen at least. :3

Ren: Constantly has the lights off and the AC going in his room, but it's purely for cooling down his laptop, 4 monitors, PC console and twin computer servers. And despite the amount of tech everywhere, his cable management is impeccable. Ren has a few horror/slasher movie posters on his wall, along with a large bed covered with a few 'Attack on Giant' plushies. If Angel wanted to live with him instead, he'd be more than willing take it all down and let them choose what decorations they'd like! ^^;

River lots of band posters and vinyl covers on the wall, random drumsticks laying about, and a bunch of workout equipment stored in a corner. River might be the messiest out of the bunch, but that's only because he forgets to make his bed every morning and bring out his empty sports drinks. he'd pass away on the spot if Bunny wanted to live with him, but he'd definitely rearrange his entire room so that it's more convenient for them and their preferences.

Eddie: A minimalistic room where the color theme is dark and basic, and everything is extremely spotless. Neat and ironed black bedsheets with grey and white fluffed pillows, dark wood and marble furnitures polished. The only personality this room has is pictures of his family on the wall and tables. It’s also extremely cold. MC would have to be in a relationship with him to move in with him and he wouldn’t mind letting them bring some stuff to personalize the room but only a corner until they can prove they’ll help clean their area.

Diva: Never has her actual light on so her room is always lit with led lights and neon signs. A huge magenta pink star shaped bed in the middle with pink ad black animal print sheets and star pillows to match (decorated with a ton of Sanrio and aquatic animal plushies)She has a gaming setup with 3 monitors and a classic pink gaming chair with the expensive gaming keyboard and mouse. Her room is usually a little messy with clothes strewn around the room and posters/photos around the walls. Diva would be ecstatic if MC wanted to live with her! But uh,,, there’s not much space for them to decorate ^^

Fone: probably something very cutesy, lots of animal plushies and fairy lights in his room so he always have his lights off. his bed is in the corner cause he's afraid of ghost and the room is big enough so that mallow has enough space for himself in the corner along with his electric guitar. he has a small table next to him that is brimmed with snacks and drinks and a shelf on top of said table filled with felt dolls he had made of his friends. it should gives you a comfy vibe... if it weren't for the 24/7 ac and mountain and mountain of unwashed clothes at the end corner of his bed smh

Illow: while they know ren can afford the ridiculous high amount of rent, they're still a very power-saving kind of person so based on the lights on their room alone you should know what they're doing. they're more goth-like with their true selves so their room is very dark, not all black like ezra but a more aesthetic pastel-muted type (think of asexual flag colors), they even have a giant kuromi plush right besides their bed. Have a few posters up on their wall, they're more for aesthetic purposes so if you asked them which potter house they belong to they won't know what you're talking about, they also have a lot of game consoles lying around, all of which are new models cause they're a collector.

Theo: His room looks… normal, pretty much. Other than, of course, his closet filled with pictures of his love… his decorations consist of movie and band posters and framed pictures of him and his friends. If his love lived with him… well, that’d be a dream come true, wouldn’t it? He’d constantly try and keep his room clean, just in case his love decided to poke their head in.

#💔 - Restart Heart #🔪 - About Ezra #🐁 - About Fone #🧸 - About Illow #14 Days With You #Ren #unsent memories #River #The Krow's Nest #Krow #Bared Teeth #character: theo #Honey Hotline #Your Comfort Pillow #Hot Killer Babes #Eddie #Diva #Queue

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4s1na · 1 year

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"I'm always soft for you, that's the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say 'come here, it's been too long, it felt like home with you'.

— Azra T, My heart is Full of Open Windows

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unsentmemory · 1 year

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UNSENT MEMORIES ! After getting in a car accident and suffering from amnesia, it seems that the key to regaining your memories now relies on your mobile phone and River — the kind-eyed drummer who claims to be your boyfriend.

ask | itch.io | discord (shared with 14DWY) | twitter | main

🔞 PUT YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO. MINORS DNI! 🔞

TEN/JESSE, 25, ANY PRONOUNS | this is where I'll be putting my Unsent Memories lore + oversharing about my yandere OC lmfao

Please read the FAQ below before asking any questions!

Who is River? A normal guy :D He's introduced himself to you as your boyfriend of 3 years!

Is he a yandere? Yuh he's a himbo with a big heart (and an even bigger lust for blood)

Is he part of the 14 Days With You universe? He is! @cutiesigh and I have been working on this project for the past few months now. UM takes place 1 year after the events of 14DWY, and as such, I won't be talking about any of the spoilers from the game. But if you would like to ask both River and Ren some questions together, feel free to send them to @omgrenhasfriends lmfao

Is the game SFW / Can minors interact? No. While UM won't have any explicit content involved (for now), it is still linked to 14DWY (which is 18+) and involves things such as graphic violence, murder, gore, yandere motives, etc etc

#credits to saint / cutiesai for making all of this!#tysm angel baby #📱 : Unsent Memories (Canon)#📱 : Unsent Memories (AU)#🌊 : River #🎹 : Lucas #🛍️ : Olivia #💖 : Ren #💫 : Gracie #📊 : Sage #💚 : Ten Talks #💚 : Ten Writes #I'll add more as stuff happens lmfao

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sakura-hayashii · 2 months

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02.24.24 - 6:26 pm

that was the thing about us, we always did things until we couldnt continue any longer. we laughed until we were gasping for air. we smiled until our cheeks hurt. we talked for hours until we fell asleep. we made memories until we started to forget the ones that were the furthest in the past. and we also loved until we no longer looked at each other the same way. so thats how we ended… thats when we stopped laughing, smiling, talking, and making memories… because we no longer had the love to continue.

- S.H. // things ive never said #12 (via 2amthoughts)

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orbdotexe · 18 days

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Give me all of the thoughts you have on those three and I will give you cute cat video (threat)

OKAY SO. its been a hot minute since ive done anything outside of writing the already established shorts for Exile, so this might be a lil lacking in what i usually put into these. But i promise its got more of plenty else! my brain has been zoomed ALL the way in on getting every single floof in warframe (i have all but like. 5. and those are all from Venus. please help)

Drifter. Drifter Drifter. He does NOT want to get attached and Shin and laughing at him the whole time. That man knew exactly what he was doing when he dragged Drifter into this and feels no regret. You might even get a rare smile (albeit smug) from him when talking about it.

It may not have been the most moral thing to do; using Drifter's experiences with the Nine to trap him into doing something insanely dangerous--But he's fine now, and he barely even came out with a bruise. Besides, the whole system should be glad Shin did that. At least now, Wolf has some direction.

It's not the most moral thing, yet again, to point Wolf at enemies again--A weapon, again--but it's what they needed. Horrible thing to need, the exact thing you need to get away from. But they have to want to get away from it enough to leave, first, and they can't get to that point without it. Wolf has to be a weapon to know what to do with themself, now. They spiral without it, and Ghost takes far too long to realize it--And refuses to acknowledge it when he does.

But they need an outlet, and the City still needs them. Two birds with one stone (though Wolf might object to that specific phrase). Think of the greater picture, Shin might ask.

That's why now, after a life removed from the bigger picture, I'm risking everything I am on a simple bet—that you are different. That you are better. Than me. Than them

This is what I want—need—you to understand. Your path is not your own. It is shared. It has impact. It carries consequence and creates wake, both obvious and unseen. And the path you're currently walking is… concerning. For yourself, whether you see it or not. More importantly, for others.

Have you considered this?

Shin is much more attached than he sounds (thank you autofill for recommending "attractive"), trying to both guide them and keep at a distance. Not that he ends up doing the greatest job.

Drifter, on the other hand, is more or less his typical self--If much more... put-off by the whole thing, at least for the first while. He gets used to Wolf's tendencies, and how Ghost and Shin try to direct it, so they don't catch themself too far in their own crossfire (not that its effective, but the two try. Thank the Light for Crow coming around).

But Wolf is still unnerving, maybe because they remind him and the states he was stuck in. Maybe because it's-- Well, not willingly. But the things they put themself through that they don't have to? So, maybe there's resentment, or maybe he just doesn't understand and maybe they don't exactly help much of anyone understand. Maybe they're unnerving because of their eyes, because of how they hold themself (a kicked dog.), because of the fighting spirit, the determined heart, reduced to the mere haunting of someone who was before.

Maybe it's pity. Maybe he doesn't want someone else to end up like him, or the people he's known throughout his far too long history.

#i went and read Letters From a Renegade again for this. give me the lore boys and free my sooouuuul #(that is completely incoherent if you dont know the Give Me the Peat Boys post but thats alright)#i want so badly for that lorebook to be canon to Exile. maybe theyre unsent letters. maybe they have a different... tone. more pleading #pleading and warning. half begging half threat. ''I need you to understand. You have to understand. Don't make me do this.''#i also had to get a DEATHGRIP on my memory of Drifter lore but lemme tell you. THAT brainrot never left lmao #he's so. squiiiissssh.#i need to torment him. and while this isnt usually what i would mean by that! it works!#and Ghost and Shin get to poke him so. it works <3 #orb rambles #the forsaken exile #on non-destiny note (bc i need help):#the amalgam hasnt really grown any since i finished it but i started making ayatan amalgams by clipping them into each other and other thin #might make a biblically accurate ghost kuaka floof. i have so many of them #also i think itd be funny if my Warframe Drifter was Destiny Drifter. no sense from a lore perspective but think about how great itd be #also #there was great temptation to say 'Drifter Drifter Archon Killer' up there. i have brainrot and it isnt even related to WF's STORY. blease

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cheapfakeblood · 6 months

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i thought of the stone-cold statue i thought i loved. i sent this in. in the thirty seconds it took for me to type it out, i realized i never figured out how to love anyone at all.

i also made this playlist to really carry my point across

#unhealthy relationships #i love him #no i dont #the unsent project #pygmalion and galatea #except he's worse #but he was very beautiful #it was a horrible time #i ramble #dark academia #shitty poetry #memory #spilled ink #in the words of taylor swift #i regret you all the time #Spotify

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ofgentleresolve · 2 years

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# for hyurick in the black knight verse (IF??? THERE'S A CHANGE MYUNGDAE KEEPS HYUK'S NUMBER, I MEAN---IWUEHDHD)

@jeoseungsaja || texting aka the crux of rp ( cell phone headcanons prompt. )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

black knight’s phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: ♚

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: none but then again all contacts in the black knight’s phone are relatively anonymous. he keeps all of his contact names as symbols and limits the amount of information on there…also the phone is encrypted, the cipher decoder device set to go off to myungdae’s fingerprints so even if someone else were to get a hold of the black knight’s phone, they wouldn’t be able to read it easily.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: this one! sorry the great a*ce a*ttorney ost gives me black knight vibes. ( pawn and rook both have unique ring tones since he can’t always look at his screen. )

- my muse’s last text to your muse: “Give your forensics expert a raise. She’s doing your office a favor even if she’s making my job harder.” “Your plant was looking dry too. I watered it.” “Are you trying to kill it, it needs more shade.” “I’ll be back.” ( other things to note: the black knight’s phone also has a deception feature aka if it rings, he can also put a fake contact photo over in case someone is looking over his shoulder. ) ( BONUS ) myungdae’s personal phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: .

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: a picture of the picture of hyuk that patrick kept with him over the course of five years. the quality is not that great :/

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: good evening by SHINee

- my muse’s last text to your muse: [ five years ago ] “Maybe I can visit you once your case finishes up. I’ll have some time before the semester starts. Wasn’t there a beach you wanted to check out?” “We can plan for it next time, Hyuk-ah.”

( bonus, bonus: [ unsent ] “help me” )

#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( lee hyuk. )#answered ( myungdae. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#going to you without any reason ( patrick & hyuk | black knight verse. )#HAHAHA NOBODY TOUCH ME THIS HURT TO THINK ABOUT #😭😭😭#jk....i brought this upon myself....and i'm taking alex down with me JFKLSJDKLFJS #alex THANK YOU...for enabling me :'D #and OF COURSE HE KEPT HYUK'S TEXT MESSAGES....#different number on patrick's end BUT he was able to get the messages transferred to his new phone....#although patrick doesn't look at those messages....it brings back too many memories and he?? knows he'll lose his resolve if he looks at #them...but at the same time he can't bring himself to delete them 😭😭😭#also couldn't bring himself to put hyuk's name in there #that's too risky in myungdae's opinion :/#but hopefully!! it changes when they reunite :'D #HAHAHA THE UNSENT TEXT MESSAGE...help i'm on the floor and i won't be rising any time soon 😭#i also hope?? it's okay that i included the bit about the plant??#since patrick probably did look up how to care for lilies of the valley....#but also if you aren't lmk and i'll chnage it happily!! and anything else that doesn't sit right with you <3 #thanks for sending this in alex :D care you lots and please have a good day!! <3 <3 <3

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messythoughts007 · 2 years

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I see a stranger

In your eyes,

Where once

I saw a soulmate.

It breaks my heart (unsent love letters)

#love quotes #love poem #aesthetic #thoughts #hopeandhealing #life quotes #life experiences #deep thinking #memories #quotes #empty spaces #poetry #inspiring quotes #unsent love letters

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coruscantide · 10 days

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✰.⠀⠀ooc ﹕bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass. ✰.⠀⠀thread ﹕step forward & take the leap. ✰.⠀⠀answered ﹕an unsent letter addressed to you. ✰.⠀⠀queue ﹕there is always sleep between part and meet. ✰.⠀⠀music ﹕our hearts in tune. ✰.⠀⠀aesthetics ﹕a drop in the ocean leaves lucent echoes. ✰.⠀⠀save ﹕treasured keepsakes of precious memories. ✰.⠀⠀dash ﹕scribbles left behind on the wall. ✰.⠀⠀destiny trio ﹕thinking of you wherever you are. ✰.⠀⠀seasalt trio. ﹕seasalt melting under a twilit sun. ✰.⠀⠀worlds ﹕constellations connecting us all. ✰.⠀⠀party members ﹕friends in my heart. ✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕heavy oath lined with pieces of light & hope. ✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕in character. ✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕headcanon. ✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕study of the heart. ✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕a lost dawn breaks over a burdened heart. ✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕in character. ✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕headcanon. ✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕study of the heart.

#✰.⠀⠀ooc ﹕bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass.#✰.⠀⠀thread ﹕step forward & take the leap.#✰.⠀⠀answered ﹕an unsent letter addressed to you.#✰.⠀⠀queue ﹕there is always sleep between part and meet.#✰.⠀⠀music ﹕our hearts in tune.#✰.⠀⠀aesthetics ﹕a drop in the ocean leaves lucent echoes.#✰.⠀⠀save ﹕treasured keepsakes of precious memories.#✰.⠀⠀dash ﹕scribbles left behind on the wall.#✰.⠀⠀destiny trio ﹕thinking of you wherever you are.#✰.⠀⠀seasalt trio. ﹕seasalt melting under a twilit sun.#✰.⠀⠀worlds ﹕constellations connecting us all.#✰.⠀⠀party members ﹕friends in my heart.#✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕heavy oath lined with pieces of light & hope.#✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕in character.#✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕headcanon.#✰.⠀⠀sora ﹕study of the heart.#✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕a lost dawn breaks over a burdened heart.#✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕in character.#✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕headcanon.#✰.⠀⠀riku ﹕study of the heart.

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tintatpapel · 11 months

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I used to cringe hard when seeing something like this on facebook but now I don’t know what changed or maybe this perspective goes along with getting older but now I look at it with nothing but fuzzy feelings and nostalgia. I’ve long lost contact with this friend of mine but this post brought back memories with them. She was such a great friend to 11-14 year old me.

I don’t remember writing this though, but reading through the comments brought context. I probably wrote this on the cusp of being 12 or just after my 12th birthday, apparently I wrote it as per her request about her and her crush. I don’t remember ever writing it but I’m 100% certain I was thinking about my crush when I wrote it haha. I may or may not still like and think about the guy yeaaaaaars down the line with absolutely 0 communication ha.ha.ha. Help.

It never made sense to me how I came to love literature and poetry but looking at this now it started early. I don’t even remember my parents ever reading a book or quoting literature or poetry. The first book I ever read that I 100% chose to read out of interest were the HP series when I was 11 after begging for my parents to buy it but my dad resolved the matter by downloading pirated pdf copies of the series for me. I never owned physical books (aside from those required for school) until other extended family noticed I liked reading books and started gifting it to me in my late teenage years.

From a child who was shamed for not knowing what the word “Religious” meant at grade 3, I grew up to love discovering new vocab each day and writing stories and poetry. I also grew up to have such a strong faith for our Heavenly Father and Yeshua. How ironic.

If by some improbable chance, this friend stumbles upon this:

Hi! I hope you are doing just as well as I have been seeing on your socials. I am proud and happy for all you’ve accomplished and for the woman you grew up to be. I may or may not reach out to you after this. It really has been way too long since we’ve last interacted. Since I see that you’re doing well in your life, I will not disturb it but know that you have impacted young me so much in terms of my standards in gaining friends along with others in our friendgroup just by being a good friend. Thank you so much ❤️

#poetry #love poetry #spilled emotions #spilled words #spilled ink #letters #hidden letters #unsent love letters #unsent messages #thoughts #reading #memories #first words of lusi

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omgrenhasfriends · 1 year

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how would the hoemies spend their christmas of they celebrate it? also hello from the 14dwy tumblr c:

Ren He would spend Christmas snuggled up by the fireplace with Angel in their arms, all while watching River and Bunny throw snowballs at each other from outside the window. If they decide to ruin his peace by asking him to join in, then he'll go to the fridge and start pegging literal ice cubes at them instead.

River is the type to wake up the whole house at the crack of dawn by excitedly shouting and screaming as he knocks on all the doors. he'll carry Bunny downstairs himself if they take too long to wake up, but would wait for Ren and Angel to join before unwrapping any of the presents. will leave Ren to be the one on wrapping paper duty while he gleefully asks if Bunny and Angel enjoy the gifts he got them.

#Unsent Memories #14 Days With You #River #Ren #Bunny #Angel #Queue #wahhhhh There's tags here already????? *w*#Also 'hoemies' JKNSKDGNKGNSKG #💐 — shut up sai.

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meow-meowo · 2 months

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Yandere Online Friend Headcannons

Y! Online Friend who's always updated on your posts! Isn't he so sweet to like your pictures even when it's from years ago? ^^

Y! Online Friend who's always available for late-night chats with you! Sure, they have work and assignments the next day but his beloved is more important than that! Don't mind the occasional groan he lets out whenever you guys call each other<3

Y! Online Friend who's that one friend that will flirt with you every chance he gets. He would say the most down bad, diabolical, horny, unacceptable, horrendous, and disturbing flirtatious comments towards you and quickly brushes them off as jokes to avoid making things awkward^^

Y! Online Friend who has an impressive memory when it comes to remembering details about your life! He'd even bring up some shows you've been interested in just so you could rant them about this and that<3 He loves to jerk off to your voice

Y! Online Friend who's always there to offer his support and encouragement whenever you're feeling down or stressed! <3 he would stay up late to chat with you and send some funny cat memes or videos to cheer you up!

Y! Online Friend who gets jealous when you talk to other people in groupchats. W̶h̶y̶ d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ p̶a̶y̶ a̶t̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶m̶ i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ l̶e̶e̶c̶h̶e̶s̶?̶

Y! Online Friend who wishes he could spend time with you in person! Don't get him wrong- he enjoys your online interactions but he wants to see your beautiful face and hear your angelic voice in person too!

Y! Online Friend who writes unsent messages or love letters to you! <3 He pours out his feelings and desires onto every word and yet it remains hidden and forgotten:(

Y! Online Friend who overanalyze every messages you send him<3 He searches for hidden meanings and signs that you might feel the same way about him! He'd dissect your words, emojis and kamojis, hoping to find evidence that his feelings have a chance of being reciprocated<3 He's the type to watch those type of videos on tiktok that goes "5 signs your crush likes you back"

"And so obviously I was mad at her because of- Are you even listening Rein?"

Your eyebrows raised at him. You were in a call with your online friend Rein and telling him about this girl you hate, however your dearest friend had been awfully quiet... Aside from the occasional groans though! But you just took it as him agreeing

Suddenly, you heard some shuffling and finally his voice can be heard

"Wh- what?? Oh yeah..!! I was just uh- Doing something..." He let out a nervous cough before continuing "Please do continue" His voice was hoarse and you could hear his fast paced breath

You were a bit suspicious but still continued to the story, oblivious to the fact that the other was slowly slipping his hand back into his boxer<3

To him your voice was angelic. A symphony where he can find comfort, warmth and satisfaction.

In fact he hated talking to others until you came. Oh how he loved how you vent to him about your problems<3 he loves your voice so much that it got him to the situation he's currently in right now.

Small groans and whimpers can be heard from the room. His palm teasing the evident bulge from his boxers as you continued your rant.

His mind was going wild as of the moment—he was humiliated at himself for getting off from your voice that wasn't even hinting anything particularly sexual.

Still, He can't help but entertain his fantasy about you finding out how perverted he actually is and degrading him for it—fuck, he can't take it anymore.

He's getting really impatient...be careful<3 ^^

It's been so long since I posted anything but uhh... :3

I tried to make a full blown scene of him getting at it but I couldn't do it🤡

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unsentmemory · 1 year

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River river river??

Can we get a morsel of information about them please?

MESSAGE RECEIVED ! RIVER RIVER RIVER RIVER- say his name four times and he'll manifest in your bathroom to sing the fortnite victory royale song

River is 6'1", Filipino, enby af, and... mayhaps a liiitle bit dumb (but he's got the spirit!) 👉👈

he affectionately calls you "bunny" because you were so timid and skittish during the first few weeks of your relationship. (don't tell him you forgot! you've been dating him for over three years now! why would he lie about this? 😊)

has been playing the drums since he was eleven years old. he started learning it because his idol was from a rock band.

Riv loves to combine leisurewear with sportswear. if it looks and feels comfy, he's wearing it, no matter the occasion. will wear sweatpants to your wedding unless you tell him otherwise

his /j hobbies include birdwatching (you), fishing (near you), cross-stitching (in your wardrobe), yodelling (silently, while watching you sleep), baking (your favourite deserts), and Bigfoot hunting (down your enemies)

when he found out that you'd been in a car accident, he immediately dropped everything he was holding and rushed all the way to the hospital on a stolen bike. he was so desperate to see you that he almost bowled over some guy in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt. but he apologised afterwards, so don't worry!

when your friends arrived at the hospital they made it seem like they didn't know he existed up until now, which was strange... considering how he's supposed to be your boyfriend! were you embarrassed to talk about him? or did you not like talking to your friends at all? not to worry, because River is already ushering them all out so you can get some much needed rest.

Riv was also childhood friends with a guy named Ren! they offered to switch seats with him during the first day of middle school, which was a surprise because no-one wanted to speak to him up until now. their kindness touched him deeply, so much so that he wanted to become friends with him. in hindsight, River probably should've realised sooner that the only reason Ren wanted to swap seats was so he could sit closer to his crush 😬

I'm not sure what else to add, so feel free to ask for something more specific!

#📲 : Unsent Queue #📲 : Message Received #📱 : Unsent Memories (Canon)#🌊 : River #💖 : Ren #ladies & gentlemen & nb babes I present to you: our gaslighting king 👏👏👏

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shanieveh · 6 months

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— "what letters?"

; genshin men writing letters for a year only to have no reply

WRIOTHESLEY who fails to hinder his bitter stance upon seeing you after all these years, your face filled with bruises and tarnishes, once so spotless and clean. He wrote to you everyday, he loved you. Where were you when he needed you? But all those negative emotions can't stop his embrace, your scent still smelled like home.

Then forced in this prison by injustice, he finally became content. He didn't care about your guilty begging about not seeing his letters, he was just glad that this hell became heaven because of your embrace.

NEUVILLETTE whos drawers are filled with drafts of unsent letters, with no sender nor a promised reply. Some call him a mad man for writing these, but many turn a sympathetic view on him. After all, we all have our ways of grieving don't we? Even after all this time, why was he still expecting your reply?

He sometimes imagined the you knew of these confessions, of these intimate moments that was all in his mind. He would've forgave you in a heartbeat for not writing back. But now he stays right where you left him.

ALHAITHAM looks at your sobbing face right next to the crumpled papers. You thought he didn't care... that he moved on... that he never loved you—he did. He was in love with you. Each letter showing the longing you thought was one sided. He loved you like it was the most freeing thing he had.

And now it's over, as you look at him in the altar, knowing full well you already had your chance. He said it was too late... but you knew it was because he was never yours to begin with.

SCARAMOUCHE who was fuming at your false accusations only to realize that in all those months he wrote as if it was the only thing he had. None of those ever went back to you. How could fate be so cruel? As his cold eyes gave you a warm embrace. He was just glad... his soul found its other half.

After all the pain and suffering, the torture and madness. You both can finally be at peace, and no longer was hatred in his heart.

LYNEY's heart broke at your clueless expression. You didn't know... anything? The time. The passion. The pain. You were left to think that he never cared. He did. You were left to hate him, to find another, fate really let the greatest love of his life go away. As you begin to read it all, the past that you left behind. The path you didn't take.

It hurt. To see someone who waited, to see someone you love. To imagine the life you could've had. With the person you knew would treat you right.

KAVEH was a forgotten memory in your head, you grew old, you found someone new and now you are enjoying your life free from the burdens of youth. But as you look at the hidden treasure box at your old shared apartment, you saw the trinkets of your past and read the letters of his love. ...

...

His words felt like it described that of an alluring painting. You didn't even remember his face, the sound of his voice, but the feeling he gave you felt all the same. If only you could save him, if only he didn't let you go.

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unmarlou · 4 months

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can’t catch me now.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary. your disappearance alongside the golden trio during the rise of his father leaves mattheo hallow.

lacy says. this came to me in the middle of the night lol. also does the summary make any sense. i hope so.

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in all of his seventeen years of life, mattheo had never felt more miserable.

the mahogany desk that sat below his drumming fingers had gotten more use these past weeks than ever before. the stack of unsent letters on the right edge - sealed, addressed, marked with love - saw to that.

his gaze followed nothing as his calloused fingers continued. his mind was wandering again, to the crevices of his memory, pointing out the smallest details.

the way your shoes clicked when you walked down the corridor. the smile you would quickly throw over your shoulder when you saw him, which he knew you knew drove him crazy. your skin underneath his fingertips even in the most innocent moments.

but no matter how much he wished and pretended, the wood of the desk would never be as soft as you. having pulled himself out of his mind and looking at the stack of letter to his right a sudden burst of anger flashed inside him, willing him to push the envelopes off, rip them, maybe even burn them.

but the feeling left as quick as it came when he thought of seeing you again, telling you he always held out hope, and having the letters to prove it.

your leaving had eaten him alive and swallowed him whole. waking up was labor in a life without you.

sitting back in the leather upholstered chair, he began enveloping the new letter he had just finished, same as all the rest. sealed, addressed, marked with love.

the malfoy manor was cold and every room, bleak. it didn’t help that his fathers presence drained the life out of an already stale environment - he had never even seen his father or mother previous to this year, his mother to prison and his father to a mystical state just as he was born. but now that they were finally in his life, he found it incredibly hard to even be in the same room as either of them. his mother’s crazy eccentricities made him scowl and his father was just plain difficult to look at.

which meant that he spent most of his days in his room, alone with his thoughts. he didn’t think it just chance that your disappearance coincided with that of harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley. you were friends with them before ever giving him a thought, he knew that, however it didn’t stop his heart from the pain of where your loyalties laid.

more than anything he just wished you had said something, given him some sort of sign as to where you were going, or what you were going to do. the last conversation you two had rang in his ears as if it was just yesterday.

though summer, the nights still carried a breeze that caused the skin to react. mattheo had just received a letter, your letter, that gave him clear instructions.

mattheo,

meet me in the fields at midnight

don’t tell the others.

yours,

y/n

his body gave a reaction only you could ignite, a smile he hadn’t cracked since last he had seen you began on his face. giving the owl, which he noted wasn’t yours, a small treat just for delivering the letter of a lifetime, he read it over once more. midnight, you had written. he stretched to see the grandfather clock in the corner, which was on the brink of striking the perfect time.

he started down the hall, his movements swift and conscious not to step on the wood planks prone to noise. he quickly found himself in the field, he knew exactly which one - there was only ever one that you two shared - with its tall grass and closely boarding trees. the breeze seemed to have picked up, all life swaying to one side. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

inside the manor, a clock began to ring.

soon the sound of apparition - a loud crack - caused him to turn around, and there you were. you were already looking at him, god did he love when you were already looking at him. for a second the two of you just stood looking at one another, admiring what you so dearly missed, before you ran over and threw your arms around his neck.

every thought, every worry, every bad feeling mattheo could’ve ever felt washed away at your touch. wrapping his arms around your body, there was a relief in his own he didn’t realize he needed.

your hands trailed to the sides of his face and as you pulled back from the hug, you brought your forehead to his. he let out a sigh, his arms still rested around your waist, a place they felt most comfortable. your thumbs brushed his soft yet scarred cheeks. the world could wait just a bit longer.

if by habit or compulsion he began leaning down, but just as he did, you backed out of his arms, with your hands moving down to his, holding them. confusion struck him, his desire to feel you stronger than anything else - but at the soft smile on your face and the brush of your hands, it only lingered in the background.

your head tilted slightly to the side, taking in his features: the lines on his cheeks he couldn’t help accompanied by the smile only reserved for you, the curls that fell perfectly even on a bad day, and the mark on his nose which seemed to be new…

“how are you?” your voice was softer than intended, but in the middle of night seemed appropriate. regardless, it was a sound that could’ve coursed him into anything.

quick to answer, he said, “fine… besides theodore snoring through the walls.” his voice was always louder and carried, not something he ever seemed to notice; when asked, he once stated that with how little he talks, he wants to make sure he’s heard.

you laughed, a genuine one. his heart picked up at it, he had always been able to make you laugh but it never stopped making him nervous. your hands gripped his a bit more, and he returned.

“how’re you…?”

you seemed to be searching his face again, and if it wasn’t for his longing of you, any other day he would’ve told you to stop. slowly you took a breath, “better now.”

the tall grass below brushed harshly against your legs, causing you to glance down, and in the same vein, catch a glimpse of mattheo’s left forearm. you grimaced, quickly turning your head up and in the opposite direction. reading your expression, he dropped his left hand from yours immediately, and tried tucking it behind him - feeling ashamed. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

you spoke again, now not whispering, “i miss you.”

something told him you didn’t just mean the time you two spent apart.

trees continued to rustle and the temperature dropped again. only he seemed to notice. he reached the hand, that was still holding yours, up to graze the goosebumps that covered your arm. your skin was no longer soft.

his fingertips still trailed, and when he looked up to see you, you weren’t looking at him. instead, you too looked up, at the sky. it wasn’t unusual for you to stargaze, moments would get away from you - the stars and moon more captivating than anything on earth - only this time, there wasn’t any to be seen. the sky was dark with clouds and in the distance thunder rumbled. the wind blew stronger.

“you should be getting back… try and uh… beat the storm.” his lame attempt at cutting the tension. you both knew it. his cold hands reached up to your face, wanting to feel warmth again. coming back to him, you leaned into his hand. his heart gave as he watched your eyes close against him. he willed himself to say it, because in this moment he meant it but nevertheless he continued to just watch.

with another deep breath, you pulled away and stepped back. it pained him, you were right there yet still out of reach. he needed to say something more, “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

suddenly you looked straight into his eyes and a child-like grin took to your face - he imagined himself telling you to stay right there, running inside to find a camera, and photographing you in this moment to keep forever - and you laughed, air out of your nose and smile growing wider, “if you can catch me.”

and all in one moment, you turned with your back now to him, threw a quick smile over your shoulder, and disapparated. leaving him to the grass, trees, and wind.

having mulled it over time and time again since it happened, mattheo had since realized that that was your saying goodbye. and that had you given him that last kiss, you probably - maybe - wouldn’t have left. but now it was winter and all there was to do was think.

the grandfather clock chimed, 3pm. he hadn’t intended for time to get away from him, though that happened a lot these days. pushing the chair against the floor, he stood and reached to the back of it to retrieved his coat. it was his turn to patrol.

staring into the lit fireplace as he wrangled his coat on, he remembered he promised to start putting it out when leaving, but then again, he wouldn’t mind it all going down in flames. and within just one step in his bedroom and the other, he disapparated.

“oh. you again.” scabior turned quickly, before going back to picking his nails. a horrible habit mattheo couldn’t stand to watch.

he now stood in the middle of the english wood, in a group of snatchers. no doubt it was narcissa’s idea, she was always concerned for the children. mattheo figured she just wanted them to get out, not going to school and being kept in - although a mansion - a claustrophobic environment was dreadful, he guessed she sensed that. no other adult there could. certainly not his parents. so this is what they decided, each day one of them would go to monitor the snatchers, keep them in line, help them out, report back to his father. and today was his day.

he didn’t do much. it was mostly what he always did, stood around and watched. he knew the snatchers walked on eggshells around him, felt the need to be on their best behavior but that didn’t necessarily mean they liked him. they liked lorenzo because who didn’t? and they liked pansy because she was a girl, though it made mattheo borderline sick to think of what they said or thought about her. however, he was sure that they did appreciate his staying-out-of-the-way.

feeling something in his hand he looked down to see his letter. he hadn’t even noticed he was holding it the entire time, slipping his mind in his rush to leave. he cursed himself, sucking his teeth and slightly clenching his jaw. he swiftly opened his jacket and stuffed it in his inside pocket, giving himself a reminder to return it to its rightful place once home.

they walked on, surveilling, scabior and another one (he couldn’t be bothered to learn their name) continuing a nonsensical conversation, that almost made his eye twitch. all he wanted to was get back to his room, back to his thoughts, back to you.

he didn’t even care how pathetic he sounded. when in his mind, he was back with you.

the cold nipped at his face as he trudged on, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and his chin digging into the top of his coat as he stared down at where he walked. soon, they heard a crack followed by a voice.

“get down!”

they each got low to the ground and mattheo gritted his teeth at how stupid it was - he felt stupid and bet he looked it too.

he wasn’t paying attention enough, just watching as all the rest of them did, and followed as they slowly rose to the approaching sound, and soon, unbeknownst to him, they were face-to-face with a boy he knew all too well. his ginger hair gave him intense whiplash.

in an instant his eyes were searching behind ron. his heart was booming in his chest and ears, it felt like everything had dropped inside him. scanning the trees, he saw flashes of harry and hermione. as horrible as it may of sounded, he couldn’t give less of fuck that they were there. his eyes followed up the hill, moving frantically, looking at every tree and every branch, until finally… he spotted you.

you hadn’t seen him. the only thing you knew was you were caught. your fingertips had gone completely numb and you were almost certain if it wasn’t the highest stakes possible you could keel over and throw up.

“well don’t just stand there, snatch ‘em!”

immediately you had turned on your heel, and started running.

mattheo grabbed the single guy headed for you and shoved him in the direction of the others. he pushed him fervently, and pointed towards harry making sure he went away. then, started up the hill after you.

the ground was covered with pockets of snow, mostly half melted. all the leaves were dead and under your shoes, meaning no hiding. your legs burned from the inside out and you watched your feet, intent on not tripping. you could feel whoever was behind you was catching up.

mattheo hadn’t ran in a very long time, but he was not going to let his stamina - or lack thereof - get in the way. he would chase you till the end of the earth if he had to. you threw spells behind you without looking, half he had to dodge and half the trees couldn’t dodge. he knew he had to drive you far enough away, where they couldn’t see or hear you. and so he continued behind.

throwing your arm with wand-in-hand backward, you couldn’t bring yourself to even peer over your shoulder, fearing if you did, that it would slow you down. you tried to think of a way to circle back, you knew you were going in the opposite direction of harry, ron, and hermione for too long. you even considered shooting sparks into the air.

“y/n!”

the world had stopped. when your body came to a halt you were almost certain the world had too. your breath came out before you in a white cloud, over and over again. wondering if someone was toying with you, you gripped your wand harder. but when no one came tackling you to the ground, you wondered if you had just imagined it. if your longing for mattheo was so visceral you were now hearing him. and sure, you had heard him before, in your head, right as you were drifting off to sleep, or your most lonely nights, but never clearly in the middle of the day while you were wide awake. maybe you were dead.

slowly turning on your heel, you looked up. and there he was, already looking at you. god did you love when he was already looking at you. the burning in your body was no longer from running but from him.

he knees almost gave out. looking at you for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, he could barely form a full thought. he hadn’t spoken your name aloud since before the last time he saw you, and yet, it still felt perfect. regardless if his mouth was dry, his throat scratchy, and stomach whirling. it would never not sound perfect for him to say.

he searched your face. you were still you, and he thanked every god he could think of for it. he immediately wondered if your shoes still clicked, if you still smiled over your shoulder, and if your skin was still soft in the most innocent way possible.

looking up at him, he was still him. he wasn’t smiling, but you were sure if he did the lines he couldn’t help would still be there, his curls still fell in the most perfect way, and the mark on his nose seemed to have scarred over, no longer new.

he watched, intent on never looking away so long as you were in front of him, and your gaze broke from his face down to his left forearm. only this was a different place and a different time. colder than last, and he was wearing long sleeves.

your eyes found his again - it wasn’t hard considering his hadn’t moved - and he was wearing an expression that you weren’t used to. although mattheo, the back of your mind told you, you still missed him.

neither of you were sure how long you had been standing there. it didn’t matter however, it was unspoken that you’d stand there for the rest of time if you could. he’d be lying if he said the thought of grabbing your arm and apparating back to manor with you in tow didn’t cross his mind. but he knew that wasn’t how this was to end.

as he unzipped his coat, you eyed his every move. still watching in his periphery, he noted how you didn’t grip your wand at him, slight relief coming to his aid. no matter what happened, you always trusted mattheo.

he reached into his inside pocket, his frozen hand finding warmth, if just for a second, and grabbed the letter. sealed, addressed, marked with love. he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the wax seal as he extended his arm out to you.

it took a second for everything to register, looking at his hand holding an envelope and back at his expectant face a time or two, you finally reached a shaky hand up and took it. his chest couldn’t help but lurch at your shaking hand, wanting to hold it, enclose it in whatever heat he could muster. looking at the situation he could safely assume you hadn’t been in real comfort in a long time.

now withholding an envelope with your name scrawled across it in mattheos handwriting, you turned it over once, then looked back up at him. it hit you so suddenly that there were a million and one things you wanted to say to him. needed to say. when you opened your mouth, nothing came. yet, there seemed to be a look of understanding etched on his face.

“go.” he tried his best to sound firm, to sound like what he was saying didn’t feel like a stab in his own back. but he knew you knew.

you stood admiring him for just another second, and as much as you wanted to kiss him if you did, you probably wouldn’t leave.

stepping back from him with a worlds worth of weight in your chest, you looked straight into his eyes.

and disapparated.

leaving him to the branches, trees, and wind.

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alexisomnias · 1 year

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— CALL ME. . . | twst

⤷ your last message to them before death

characters | DORMLEADERS

✎ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS "I love you"

riddles finger hovers the messenger app. the message of 'i love you too' being left unsent, your message being left alone, without any following texts. riddles tears silently falling as his vision blurs, staring at the empty conversations that seem lifeless without you on the other end of the screen. your love being unreturned because he thought he'd be able to vocalize it in front of you, instead stuck with the screen light blinding him, and no sound escaping the room. he knew you weren't on call, you'd never be able to call him again... no matter how he preferred them.

he never got the chance to say he loved you back...

✎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR "Asshole, pick up the phone! 😠"

he could almost hear your voice through the screen. your angry voice telling him to pick up your calls while he slept away, phone on silent. Clueless as to when your last call would be, your last words to him. the message itself is quite silly, it has emoji's and your cursing him out for his laziness. But oh how he wishes you would continue, call him a lazy son of a bitch, an asshole, anything... He'll pick up the phone next time on the first ring... just talk to him again please... his phone is off silent you know...? he needs your voice, and he doesn't know how he'll live the rest of his life without it.

Leona lays awake waiting for a call that will never be made, he swears to answer it when it rings...

✎ AZUL ASHENGROTTO "Azul, people are starting to stare haha, I'll see you soon!"

passersby's always wonder what the boss of the monstro lounge listened to when signing off papers. Cooped up in his office in what is silence for everyone else but noise for him. his earbuds attached to the sounds in his phone no one else could hear. the voice message of his beloved being replayed throughout the day as he tried to fill his empty heart with the words he will no longer hear. azul misses you by his side during these days, and oh how he misses the messages exchanged between you two, during the days while he laughed in his room whenever you embarrassed yourself by perhaps speaking too loud.

how he misses seeing your face...

✎ KALIM AL-ASIM "love you, sleep well! good night Kalim!"

kalim lays with your clothing in hand as he stares off, listening to your voice on repeat. perhaps if he listens to it enough it'll send him off to sleep rather then the hours he's spent awake. maybe just one press of the play button through the thousands will let him sleep without missing you being on his mind. he knows your sleeping well, despite not having you next to him as he tries like he's always had. like how he misses... he plays the sound of your voice again, the voice message at risk of breaking through overuse as your melodic voice echoes through the screen.

he knows your asleep, and he wishes he could call you and wake you up, like he's done many times before...

✎ VIL SCHOENHEIT "Vil, are you busy???? i miss you :("

vil was always a bit surprised when he saw your overemote messages, but how he loves it now. every empty message is left with a charm of you, and liveliness he'd never be able to find in present time. scrolling through his past messages with you, even comments you've made in a sea of strangers he'd find for a bit more of your life left behind. It's all he has now, and its what he's going to cling too. he hates how busy he always was, how it effected his time with you. seeing the remnants of how he left hurts him in current time. he'd quite his job and start a new life, never to be busy again if you came back.

he misses you too...

✎ IDIA SHROUD "I'll be home soon."

oh how he wishes there was more of you left to memory. more then these texts exchanged that seemed so quiet and far away. idia always preferred texting you, no stuttering or anxiousness to be caught in his replies, and they are deleted unlike words said in real life. but he wishes they weren't anymore, he wishes all words were preserved and saved, no matter how anxious it would make him. idia was an idiot to think you were to return home to him in no time, an idiot to reply as if he would see you again.

yet he'd wait for you for the rest of his life in the comforts of your shared home if it meant you may return soon.

✎ MALLEUS DRACONIA "You've reached [Name]! sorry I couldn't answer your call right now, but try again and I may pick up soon!"

you and malleus always called, and perhaps now he wishes he understood the machinery humans like you used more as he has little memory of your voice or speech. For the end of time, all he has now is the voice message left for strangers and missed calls. he was no stranger. For how he wished the voicemail was longer, more then a few words for its all of what he has left of your voice now. The lies you speak make his heart break. You will never be able to return his calls, the calls of yearning and grief he makes because you cannot.

Malleus misses you oh so dearly, and he wishes he had more to look back on...

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