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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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Nimona headcanons plus little bonus part 2 electric boogaloo

After Nimona found out about Ambrosius' allergies they demanded to test every single meal he eats

They’ll take the plate away from him and have a test bite and only after they deem it “safe” will they let him eat it

Doesn’t matter if they're out eating or at home she does this every time

He can literally say “Nim Bal made this for me it’s not gonna have anything I’m allergic to” and she’ll respond with “You don’t know that he could finally be sick of you and the only thing saving you is me”

Ambrosius and Bal will share literally everything they eat

Whenever they go out they’ll usually order something they know they’ll both like

And if they know the other one is between two options they’ll just order one of the options and share both meals

It’s a pretty normal thing that they’ve been doing since they were kids so they don’t even question it anymore

Nimona jokingly calls it sickening as she steals food off their plates

No one in the trio is neurotypical

Bal is autistic Ambrosius has ADHD Nimona is a mix of both

Talking to these dorks is absolute hell

It’s kind of like the interrogation scene except it’s not one topic

They often get sidetracked and lose the plot of the conversation

They’ll have 10 different conversations at once and only finish like 5

Bal forgets a whole bunch of shit because he has long-term brain damage and Nimona and Ambrosius forget shit cause of the ADHD

It’s not uncommon for someone to say “Hey remind me to” and then they’ll be cut off by the other person who just says “You know I won’t remember that just put a reminder in your phone”

Their house is covered to the brim in sticky notes and random pieces of paper for reminders

The grocery list is on the front door the chore list is in the kitchen and random little tasks are scattered around the house

When Nimona doesn’t want to do something he’ll just erase his name from that task

He fooled the boys for a while but Bal started keeping score of who did what and when and called his sneaky ass out

Little bonus part 2 electric boogaloo: this time it’s my sister and my mama and my sister also was acting like I was killing her firstborn not asking her to watch a movie

Me: “look mama it’s the siblings” my sister: “but they’re gay” me: “yeah but people thought they were siblings” my sister: “if you ever look at me like that I’m calling the cops” (the scene on the catwalk)

“Yeah you better cheer” (when Bal was getting knighted)

“I knew something was wrong with the sword” “So did Bal” “Yeah but I knew first”

Apparently both my Mama and my sister didn’t know that Ambrosius cut off Bal’s arm so I got to see both of their reactions

This was my Mama’s “damn what happened to being a lover not a fighter” “he’s a knight Mama” “Who cares!!”

This was my sister's “Wow really took the whole arm huh?” “That’s how they were trained” “And?”

My mama was talking to my sister when Nimona met Bal “Who does that remind you of?” “Roo” “Exactly”

“Oh look it’s tiny dick!” (Talking about Todd)

“What a fucking bitch” (when she found out the director swapped the sword)

This was when Bal and Ambrosius were fighting Me: “Is there anything gayer than having an argument in the middle of a sword fight” My mama: “They’ll fight with their other swords later”

“Who fucking asked” “bla bla bla I’m a racist bitch” (when the Director went on her monologue in the office)

She saw Ambrosius’ username and laughed for like two minutes straight

After the sword fight my sister would pretend like Bal and Ambrosius were making out every time they were on screen together

“Because I love you *making out noises*” at the tavern

“Oh there’s their third wheel (Todd)” “Nah he’s racist as fuck” “Who isn’t in the institute?”

When Ambrosius tried to stop the director she said this is what he meant “No you can’t set off the laser that’s my kid!” (She believes the trio is a family too)

“Awe they’re hugging *more making out noises*”

She called it cute in the end and I made fun of her for bitching about it

I asked my sister who her favorite is and she says “what’s his name balls?” I started cackling my ass off and she goes “I’m joking I know his name is Ballister and he’s still my favorite”

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #i keep remembering different things she said and adding them #so if it looks like it’s changing it’s cause it is #I told my mama you founder her funny and she said and I quote #well of course they do I’m hilarious #I love my family so much #they're so fucking funny #there is nothing batter than watching movies with them #it's always fun to watch them pretend to hate it for the first five minutes and love it for the rest of the movie #she deadass called this guy balls #she actually remembered his name tho so you know he’s her favorite #I know I’m gonna get thirst edits in the middle of the night now

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 3 months

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I was wondering how you think Abbacchio would react to a darling that’s in college and suffers from on and off depression? I love your work so much and this is my first request ever (crazy since I’ve been following you since 2020 or 2021 ((i can’t remember but you’re why I joined tumblr 😭))

I’m flattered you signed up to this cursed site to read my stuff. But it’s okay, we’re all mad here right? I even have crazy right in my username.

I rambled on this piece, just trying to think on him so uh don’t mind me.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio w/ a darling who has on/off depression He’s always there for you, whether you know it or not. He’ll sigh in resignation as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door to your apartment. The slightly stale air tingles his nostrils immediately, it’s not like he could really berate you for anything you haven’t done. As the former cop has been in a sorrier state himself, something he won’t hesitate to admit. Abbacchio proceeds to close the door behind him and reaches over to crack a window some.

His eyes scan across the living room and kitchen, there were a few things scattered about disorganized. The sink had some dishes in them, yet to be washed with the pile steadily growing. He’d take care of those later, maybe even try to help you do it. Right now, however his selfish thoughts of seeing you overrode the thought of tidying up the place.

It wasn’t hard to hear footsteps outside of your room, that he knew well from the countless times he’s walked in here. He taught you to at least recognize his and Bucciarati’s footsteps, the others never really came to your place unexpectedly so there was no real need to mention theirs. Which is odd to put it lightly, but the twenty one year old couldn’t help but obsess over it. His stand wasn’t necessarily combat oriented, and of course he still had his training from his cop days instilled in his brain. It was just for safety, that was what he told himself with these precautions. The long haired male knew deep down it was sort of wrong but he kept with it anyway.

Your door wasn’t even fully shut when he approached it. It only took a small push for the door to swing wide open. Then there you were sleeping on your bed, hair disheveled and you were still in your pajamas. What time was it now? Thirteen, no wait fourteen hundred… he inwardly cursed himself for glossing over the time. Either way it was rather late for waking up. Yet you were rather mesmerizing sleeping the way you were. He could just sit there on your bed and watch you lay there for eternity.

It took all his mental strength to not silently just stand there like a creep and say your name. It was a gentle and low grumble, but it was loud enough to stir you a little bit. He waits a minute before saying your name again, the white haired male wasn’t that brazen yet. Sure he could stalk you or play you back on Moody Blues without hesitation. Yet there was something gnawing at him to not touch you being unaware right now. Like that was a good place to supposedly draw the line at. He knows he’ll cross it eventually with how much his mind goes to you.

“A…A…Abba…cchio?” You mumbled incoherently, but Abbacchio’s heart stammered immediately knowing those syllables you slogged over were that of his name.

“I just came to check in on you” He told you, although totally unannounced you took his word for it.

He already knew the issues of depression you had, and the mountain of stress that your college classes were causing. He knew the smallest of details that you never told him. From listening outside your open window or using Moody Blues while you were gone. Your eyes looked exhausted from your mental strife, it made him melt inwardly. He was filth, but he reassured himself to keep you clean even if you didn’t know it.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked as you clumsily sat yourself up.

“I don’t know…” You answered honestly “but I want to try”

He nodded solemnly asking what he could do for you, every little question thumped in his chest. The support you needed and a shadow that watched your every move. From home to classes, to shopping, or even sitting at home. Maybe you knew and despised him, he could be thrown out at anytime, disposed of like garbage. He disregarded that in his current situation, being near something he always wanted. He wasn’t ready to let you go, he’d never willingly do so but he’d help somehow even if it indulged his selfishness.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere leone abbacchio #leone abbacchio

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pagemasters · 24 days

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Fantasies He…

BABY’S FIRST FIC!!!

Author’s notes: So after reading so many for years I thought maybe it’s my turn to take a crack at it. There’s I think 3 parts to this, with the first one having basically no smut and mostly platonic fluff between Az and Feyre, but part 3? Can’t say the same thing for the middle Archeron sister lmao

I swear this started out to be one part but the story told me otherwise, part 2 is fully drafted I’m just revising and editing

I’m a very visual person, so enjoy the floor plan of the nursery and a rough sketch of what I think her mural would be and the star! I am a painter if it wasn’t obvious so the whole portion on starfall stars is actually based on how Bob Ross paints his northern lights, just with modifications BUT I haven’t tried it myself for this specific purpose. Also the colour of Feyre and Rhys’s stars are the colours of the first ones that hit them during Starfall btw! I love the platonic relationships between the inner circle and we don’t get enough of it

If you enjoyed it I would love u forever if you let me know!! :)

Ps. Omg dialogue is so difficult to make realistic but also in character, none of that “hey big brother” etc. shit you see in tv shows where you’re like who tf says that to their sibling ?? Ps.ps. I haven’t taken an English writing class for 5 years so if punctuation was wrong let’s pretend it wasn’t LMAO

I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO AO3 LINK BUT IT’S ON THERE WITH THE SAME USERNAME LOL SORRY

Summary:

Azriel spends the day with Feyre, only to get caught in the rain on the way home. Good thing the townhouse is empty. Or is it…

CHAPTER ONE: DAYDREAMING

The rain finally decided to make its appearance as Azriel stepped out of the River house. Taking a deep breath, he let the soothing scent wash over him as he relaxed his wings.

The meeting with Rhys was short, just a weekly update on the goings around the other courts and allies, nothing that required the full inner circle to make an appearance. Something he knew after centuries of this work should be a good thing, but it doesn’t stop the pang in his chest at the missed opportunity of seeing her.

Not that he didn’t try to catch a glimpse of her. He did take a walk through the beautiful home his brother had built for his mate after seeing him, the smell of cedar and masonry long since faded from the construction days; replaced with flowers and candles and the dinner his shadows whispered Nuala and Cerridwen were working on. The scent of paint lingered though, and he discovered the reason why as he got to the residential wing. His High Lady wasn’t in her studio, but he found her nonetheless with a brush in her tattooed hand.

“I think you missed a spot.” Az said from the doorway, trying to repress his smile at her startled reaction. Even though Feyre and Rhys opted for doorways fashioned with wings in mind, he kept his drawn in tight, not wanting to risk smearing her paint as he stepped inside.

“Rhys won’t let me use the step ladder without him holding it. And me. And the bump.” Feyre twisted to look up from her spot on the floor and smiled in greeting before lowering the brush to pat her stomach in emphasis. She gave her mate’s antics an affectionate eye roll and shake of her head before releasing a heavy sigh, glancing back at her work.

“If I remember correctly,” Az teased, “you are prone to falling quite spectacularly.”

She let out an indignat squawk so loud he had to bite his lips to prevent laughing, her body spinning so fast to face him fully that paint ended up splattering from her brush to the white drop cloth.

Their flying lessons had ceased for the most part since the war, so watching her fly into a tree or eat rocks wasn’t as common an occurrence— but that’s not to say that still doesn’t happen. Knowledge he happens to be privy to not just as her flight teacher, but as the spymaster, something she’s very aware of if the narrowing of her eyes and mouth hanging open are any indication.

It’s hard not to notice the similarities between the sisters, when even with your eyes closed the cadence of their speech was also similar. But it was never so apparent between youngest and oldest Archeron as when Feyre’s eyes pinned him in place, the expression of mock outrage was so much like Nesta’s it was almost comical.

“Ruuuude,” she said, drawing the word out in a whine with pouted lips, no doubt remembering the amount of face plants he’d witnessed when she first began to fly. “I see how you treat your High Lady, Shadowsinger. Just wait, it’s not too late for me to paint a little something in your bedroom.”

“And here I thought pouting and grumbling was beneath royalty, at least you can say you’re a tree hugger.”

She gave him a gesture that was certainly beneath royalty, and he didn’t hold back his chuckle this time.

“What gave you that idea, have you even met Rhys?”

“Oh trust me, you should’ve seen him when we were kids.” He said, grabbing her hands to help her stand. “He discovered in a book that while bat wings look identical to ours, the anatomy of their wing is labeled similar to that of the hand. So for them, their talons are their thumbs. After that, he took it upon himself to hang upside down in silent protest whenever he was mad, but didn’t want his mother to wash his mouth out with soap for swearing.”

“He did not.”

“Mhmm, until his faced turned purple.”

“And where were you and Cass for all this?” Feyre said through her giggling, a wide grin of unrestrained joy plastered on her face.

“He couldn’t have done it alone, a thumbs down by yourself would look stupid.”

“Ah yes, because the three of you hanging upside down like overgrown bats isn’t ridiculous.” She cackled, “How long until he gave it up?”

“A few weeks. After Cassian passed out in the middle of camp and we all got broken capillaries on our faces. Still, a better alternative than the awful tasting soap in Illyria.”

“What, as opposed to other tasting soap?” He just shrugged, smiling.

Rhys’s mom’s reaction to warriors dragging them across the rocky ground home was as lively in his memory as she was when she berated them when her son fessed up. She was less thrilled to hear the real reason than Devlon was having passed out children strewn about the place, but she never did call them out on the lie they fed to Devlon about it being a dare when he came banging on their door. That night though when they were more lucid, she brought them on foot to one of the mountains surrounding their outpost and stood them at the opening of a cave. He still remembers the eyes he felt on them, the warning bells ringing from his shadows as she gestures her hands out and said, “If you want to act like bats, you can join them; or you can toughen up, learn how and when to pick battles and what hills are worth to dying on. Because there will be more people who will piss you off, but this is not an option when you’re leading armies. So,” her hazel eyes meeting each of theirs, “What will it be? Do you want to stay here or take the soap and fly right on home.” Needless to say they bolted home with the taste of pine tar suds coating their mouths like a film no amount of water could rid them of the taste. He could still feel the eyes of whatever was in that cave the entire way home, but thank the cauldron he could fly at that point. His heart ached at the memory of the female, the one he knew picked a low cave for him to make her point, just in case. The one his shadows caught a few times after that upside down on the couch after a rough day when she thought she was alone.

As Feyre’s amusement continued with eyes glazed over—no doubt having a silent conversation with Rhys—Az cleared his throat, his shadows pulling back as he gestured to their surroundings and asked, “So how’s the nursery coming along?”

“It’s going great,” she replied after a moment, her laughter subsiding as she surveyed the mural. “I know it’s not geographically correct, and that Starfall and the time when our courts insignia’s stars show don’t overlap, but I couldn’t not include them. I want him and any possible future child to see the night court as I did when I first fell in love with it and their dad.”

Indeed, while he knew Rhys was already in love with her, he got to watch Feyre love him back as much as he deserved in real time the longer she was here. And the way she captured the land they all loved so much here was… breathtaking.

On the wall that held the doorway he just stepped through lay the mountain with the moonstone palace atop it. The first place she saw here. They both knew where the doors to Hewn city rest below, but it was covered by the landscape. As if there were no room for nightmares in this room, even if it was a court this babe may one day rule.

“I have no idea how you made that mountain so realistic,” he said to her in awe, pointing to the painting adjacent to the wall they just looked at.

“The crib is going to go right below it when the rooms done. I want it to watch over him.” She replied almost reverently as she looked up.

The mountain was the tallest of the three she painted, and it looked just as it had on his trek up there with his brothers during the rite. Physically it was practically stone for stone, those three stars lines up overhead perfectly, but the energy differed. Instead of the cold and foreboding thing he remembered on the way up, it seemed almost… euphoric? As if the wild joy and love Rhysand, Cassian and he felt as they made their way to the top and won seeped its way onto the painting. Like the unyielding strength from that mountain and what it brought out of them would guide and protect him, just like it did for the three winged dots surrounding the monolith at the tip. How that was even possible was beyond him.

He could barely tear his gaze away, but snickered as he saw the tiny but recognizable building at the base of it to the right. “The cabin, huh?”

“Of course, gotta prep him for one day kicking all of your asses during your snowball fight.” She added, blushing. “I put few snowballs flying just for good luck.”

Though he knew the other reason the cabin was significant to Feyre and Rhys, the thought of his future nephew joining their game warmed him. But It did make trying not to focus on other non-winged and winged babies that could one day join in the snowball fight impossible. Children have always been an abstract idea, a figment he knew existed but besides Rhys’s sister, he wasn’t around. And after what happened to her… He thought for a long time he would never have one of his own, but that sentiment start to change in recent years. He could avoid it most days though, but being surrounded by the baby stuff made the hypothetical harder to ignore. The thoughts on if he’d have his own little ones propped on his hip and curled into his chest with their chubby cheeks and inquisitive eyes. If they would have his hazel or her golden brown ones, or something different if they adopted. Would their little hands or clothes or hair get caught in the scales of his armour just like hers did when he took her on her first flight to the town house from the House of Wind, when he held her for the first time. Would Elain… Az paused, stopping that train of thought before it just twisted the knife even further, seeing more things he can’t have.

His shadows began to circle him, and if Feyre noticed she politely didn’t comment on it before pointing out what she was working on when he interrupted her.

To the right of the cabin and right were she was sat Velaris, and it really did look like a city of starlight with how she painted the glowing nightscape. He could make out the four markets that were the heart of the city, with extra emphasis on where the town house sat along with the new residence they were currently in. Bisecting through it all, the Sidra River looked so realistic he could probably skip a rock across its surface. It flowed like a living thing, reflecting the lights from the buildings on its edge and even the stars above. Two of which weren’t normal stars.

Above the city proper and even the flat topped mountain that held the House of Wind was the beginnings of starfall.

“How-“Azriel could barely get out, “how is this even possible?”

“Perks of now being immortal; plenty of time to practice. And having a husband with wings who takes you to get aerial views.” She simply said gesturing to their city, as if she didn’t create magic with swipes of colours.

“The green one is mine, and the light blue one is Rhys’s. I’m planning to get everyone to add their own star to the wall.” Now looking him, she smirked. “Which means you came at a perfect time, Shadowsinger. Your turn.”

He gave her an unbelieving expression, shadows instantly vanishing. “You can’t be serious.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, “if I trust Cassian with a paintbrush, you’ll be fine. He’s coming by in a few days when he gets a free moment, Nesta and her two friends are keeping him busy with training.” Nesta is keeping him busy with more than just that, it’s a wonder he even has energy to train them.

But looking at Rhysand’s mate, Azriel saw her glow in a way different from her powers. Feyre radiated joy as her hand cradled her stomach despite barely showing, not caring about paint getting on her already splattered clothes. For his brother, for the friend beside him and his nephew in her womb, he removed his jacket and let out a resounding sigh in defeat. “What do you need me to do?”

So Feyre excitedly brought him over to her pile of paint tubes on the drop cloth. She grabbed the white and as he selected the colour phthalo blue she went off to prep the clean, dry brushes and a fresh palette for him.

“So pick the area of the sky you want your star to be, I’d like to keep the inner circle’s additions mostly above Velaris, but I’ll add tiny ones fading out once everyone is done. Amren and Mor are away, Cass is busy and who knows if or when Nesta would want to contribute. That means besides Rhys and I, you have the pick of the litter.”

“What about Elain?” He asked, trying to keep his voice and face as neutral as possible when she handed him a 3 inch brush already dipped in his blue.

“I’ll drag her in here after dinner when she gets in from the garden. The colour of the sky is already dry which is the important part, so there’s no time constraint on when everyone adds theirs besides my due date.” She gave him a knowing smile which he dutifully ignored, along with the disappointment in his chest as she confirmed Elain wasn’t in. “Now I want you to cover a large area of where you generally want the shape of the star to go, it doesn’t have to be perfect but cover much more than you think you’d need to.”

He hesitates, “won’t this cover up your sky? It’s a dark colour.”

“Just trust me.”

He followed her instructions, cringing as his brush made contact with her beautiful wall and went over the faint background stars she had already done, but relaxed when he saw they were still partially visible.

Az looked back at her, seeing his shadows lazily inspecting them, as if they wanted a part in the activity their master is occupied with. Feyre playfully eyed the curious one that grazed her hand as she took his current brush from his scarred hand to switch it. “Now with this fan brush, I want you to coat it in the white paint. And as you do so, get a feel for how the bristles bend and move.”

Doing as High Lady said, he got her guidance once he brought the loaded brush to the wall, being sure to dab, not swipe the white in a near full coverage circle followed by a line over the shade of blue he had no idea how to pronounce.

“So this is where the magic begins,” she stated when he finished and passed a third brush over, a flat paddle one identical to the first and this time a cloth. “You see that perfectly clean teardrop you made? You’re gonna ruin it.”

At the alarmed look he gave her, she just cackled. “I knew you’d make that face, Rhys did the exact same. I want you to very lightly swipe the brush starting at the largest end of the teardrop and out towards the tail of the star. That’s the only motion you’ll be doing. And after each swipe you can gently wipe off the brush before starting again. You can also practice the strokes around the mountain until you feel ready like Rhys did, the sky there is also dry.”

With a deep breath, he took a step away and tried it until he felt like he got the technique she wanted down. This was for his family, he reminded himself, he will not let his nephew down. And despite getting her nod of approval, he still felt like he was going in blind as he did what she said and his jaw dropped.

Well shit. Now he understood why she wanted him to put down the colour he chose first.

“The blue is actually transparent; so while it looks dark in the tube, it blends out much lighter. Especially with white under or overtop. You’re doing wet-on-wet blending.” What was once just a bright blob over blue so dark you couldn’t see it on her perfect walls, he could now see how the white faded. How the light and the dark mixed until they became one. So Az wiped the excess off his brush, and continued on and on until it looked similar enough to what she and Rhys created. They fell into a rhythm, Feyre handing him back the fan brush to brighten or a new one with bristles so impossibly soft as they worked as a team. She barely had to tell him what to do now, so with next to no pressure he feathered it out vertical rather than the almost horizontal strokes from before, until only a streak of blue light remained. They could’ve been at this for minutes or hours, he had no idea. He didn’t even question her instruction to use a densely bristled tool he could’ve sworn was a toothbrush to flick on watered down white paint for the star trail.

“This is incredible, Feyre.” He stated, stepping back at last.

“That wasn’t me, that was all you my friend.” She grinned at him. “Once everyone’s is dry, I’m adding a sheer shimmery paint to make them pop, but even without it you did a beautiful job.”

He felt heat rise to his face, and inclined his head in thanks without removing his eyes from the wall.

“You certainly have an eye for this, Az. Care to quit and become a painter? I could use an assistant.”

A chill went through him, and he started to turn in her direction before the window caught his attention. Dusk must have fallen along with the rain who knows how long ago. About to rub his temples, Feyre squeaked out a warning before he remembered the task at hand and looked down at himself. The plain black long sleeve shirt covered in splatters didn’t matter, he goes through them like water for work but the paint coating his skin made his stomach drop the same way her jest did. Much different than the red he was used to seeing there, all the blood he still couldn’t wash away.

He can paint a picture with his knife, but nothing like Feyre’s ability of creation. Each slash he makes as delicate and precise a dance as any Nesta favours, but instead it’s to a symphony of screams. And unlike Elain… the only soil he sees is grave dirt. If the bodies make it that far.

His work is never meant to been seen by others, it’s means to and end, a way to protect his family and his court. Unlike their work, where it would be a crime to hide it from the world.

“Tempting offer, Cursebreaker,” Az murmured, swapping the dirty cloth for a damp one his shadows brought him. Paying close attention to his siphons and not his scars, he still didn’t feel clean enough no matter how hard he wiped the paint from his skin. “Sadly, I don’t think your mate would be too thrilled to have to hire someone else to feed the creatures in Hewn City.”

She snorted, making a lighthearted comment about at least no one had to feed Byraxis, for now… The forced tease in her voice didn’t fool him as she realized she must’ve hit a nerve, but he appreciated her effort anyway.

“I do have to head out, but I’ll pop by soon to see the progress when I drop off paperwork.” He told her, his lips pressed to the top of her head and shockingly made contact with her hair in a brief farewell. Rhys must’ve lessened the shield knowing Az was with her, but not by much considering both her and the babe’s scent was still concealed.

Feyre did invited him to stay for dinner which he politely declined. It wouldn’t be served for an hour, but he needed space and to fly to clear his head—still feeling like if he looked down he’d be dripping blood that didn’t belong to him as he made his was out. He did try not to rush out as he walk through the maze of supplies strewn about the covered floor, keeping his wings high even as his shadows tugged at him, but he had a feeling she knew his reason for leaving. Well, at least the other reason.

Lightning cracks through the sky, snapping Azriel out of his memories. Damn, He must be more tired than he thought. If breaking one of the cardinal rules of flying—also known as “PAY ATTENTION JACKASS!” by his brothers when they taught him—wasn’t enough, he’s not even going to the right place. Despite not living there for years, he’d been heading towards the town house and not the House of Wind.

The storm just seems to be picking up, but at least with the downpour he no longer felt the warm spray of blood coating him rather than the paint, he just felt nothing at all. Well, nothing besides wanting to get the fuck home. Az really didn’t have the energy to fly up a mountain or winnowing through this even if it wouldn’t be his first time. But considering how often lightning hits the rocks rather than the surrounding city, crashing at the town house is easiest. It’s for the best, with it sitting empty now. At least he’d be alone.

Az pauses mid-flight though, when he notices the lights already on inside. And the smoke rising from the chimney only to dissipate in the rain.

What the hell? Who would be dumb enough to break into their high lord and inner circle’s home? It’s not like it’s broadcasted who owns the house but it’s pretty common knowledge after this long.

At least storms can be a great tool for his field of work, it’s almost a blessing in disguise he plans to use to its full advantage. Landing atop the roof as gently as possible, he ensures his wing beat blends in with the rain like it has hundreds of times before. Using his siphons to unlock the door and slipping inside, the creak of the hinge merely just a gust of wind as he shuts it behind him.

That’s when the smell of jasmine and honey hits him so strongly he has to bite back his moan. But it seems like he was the only one who did.

Because mixed within that scent ingrained in his brain, is Elain’s arousal.

And she’s…

Oh fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

#elriel #sarah j maas #Baby’s first fic #Fluff #platonic love #bob Ross who?#There will be smut I promise #Az has baby fever?#elain archeron #feyre archeron #azriel

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doll-elvis · 7 months

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** warning drama ahead **

Regarding plagiarism and @lettersfromvenus:

I definitely did not envision this to be my first post back from the break that I’ve been on from posting but after my lengthy exchange with her last night I’d just like to clear the air and explain the situation from a different point of view as I believe lettersfromvenus has been dishonest to her audience

** but before I even get into all of that I would like to sincerely apologize if you have messaged me, replied to one of my posts or sent in an ask, I am going to start working on getting back to everyone as soon as possible- I cannot even explain how much I have missed being active on here and I’d like to give a huge thank you to all the elvis fans and blogs out there because y’all have been keeping my moral high 🫡

my immune system decided to quit a little over a week ago and what I thought was a normal cold/flu turned out to be pneumonia of all things. even though I lowkey almost died from it when I first got it as a kid, I don’t remember it being this exhausting?? I’ve been bedridden like a victorian child and have been reminiscing on all the times that I had an appetite and could stand up without losing my breath

literally me since last thursday

** as for the situation regarding lettersfromvenus **

a few days ago it was brought to my attention that some accusations were being made against her after I saw an ask that was sent to another Elvis blog on here. She was being accused, by the original author, of copying a fic (word for word) from wattpad (including the title and cover-art) and posting it on here as though it was her own work

here is that post from the og author ⬇️

I always try to be as neutral as possible but after reading posts from both @ladiilokii and lettersfromvenus, I ultimately decided that the latter was clearly in the wrong and that her explanations made no sense and did nothing but pivot the blame

and so I left this exact comment on ladiilokii’s post to show support ⬇️

** “at first I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt but her responses to your messages are just insane, I’m so sorry this happened!! I’ve unfollowed her and reported her post, I can’t believe she is refusing to take it down after being caught red-handed 🤧” **

“insane” was a harsh word to use but that is the only word that came to mind after reading lettersfromvenus’ responses to being called out

she claimed that she was sent prompts/scenarios by an anonymous person and that she then wrote the fic based on those prompts, which just magically happened to be the exact same, word for word, as ladiilokii’s og fic. not only is that impossible, but it also doesn’t account for the stolen cover-art as an anonymous person cannot send a photo through the inbox, their username would have to be public

letterfromvenus then admitted to the og auther (pictured below) that she got the cover-art directly from the original fic on wattpad

** “all I did was steal the title and the picture because it had fit so well with what I thought my fic”-lettersfromvenus ** im sorry but how do you “think”something is your fic? you either wrote it or you didn’t…

lettersfromvenus’ full direct message to ladiilokii ⬇️

these explanations made zero sense to me and the lack of accountability on her part is astounding- she basically said “your work was amazing, they meant for it to be copied” ?!?

Much like the og author, I don’t believe that lettersfromvenus was sent any prompts by an anonymous person. I think she found the original fic and posted it as her own work thinking nobody would know where she got it from as it was originally posted in a vast collection of one-shots

I can’t speak to experience of being a writer but I could imagine it would be incredibly disheartening to have someone else take the credit and reap the rewards of all the hard work, effort, and time that goes into writing a fic

and so that was my involvement in the situation. like I mentioned I did decide to unfollow her because I thought it was unfair/dishonest how lettersfromvenus was making ladiilokii out to be the aggressor even though she had every right to call out the person who was stealing her fic

but nonetheless I didn’t say anything to lettersfromvenus and I just hoped that she would learn from her mistakes and offer a more sincere apology and explanation in the future

flashforward some days later to yesterday, when around 5:40pm, I got sent an anonymous ask which had a link to a new post from lettersfromvenus. obviously there is no way to prove who sent in the ask but I had my suspicions that it was her as she directly addressed the og comment that I made on ladiilokii’s post, in her new post⬇️

(https://www.tumblr.com/lettersfromvenus/730026135806722048/okay-so-i-swore-right-down-to-not-waste-my-time-on?source=share)

in retrospect I shouldn’t have engaged but I just couldn’t believe that she was trying to twist the situation and make it seem like she was getting all this unwarranted hate when in reality this was started by her when she consciously decided to steal another person’s work, and then refused to accept any blame. I still stand by my reasonings to unfollow and report her for the stolen fic

and so I commented on lettersfromvenus’ new post (linked above) to clarify again why I decided to unfollow her, as she questioned why I did. I wanted to be as frank as possible and so I wished her the best, but I maintained that I wouldn’t support her work in the future and that I thought the og author deserved a better/more truthful explanation

unfortunately I was blocked by her after our back and forth so I can’t see all of my og comments but here are some of hers and mine that I was able to sc beforehand⬇️

may or may not have had a friend send me more sc of the convo after I was blocked ⬇️

“I did not plagiarize the fic” are you sure about that?

courtesy of @ladiilokii ⬇️ (lettersfromvenus is left, og author is right)

some other screenshots⬇️

“you’re literally blaming me for shit out of my control”- it wasn’t out of your control, you purposefully did what you did and instead of openly admitting to it, you’re pivoting the blame onto an “anonymous” sender (which she has still shown no proof of)

and even if someone did send you a complete fic in your inbox, you are still obligated to say that it is not your own original work if you post it, it is still plagiarizing even if the author is anonymous

** btw this was the caption of the fic she posted that she stole from ladiilokii- “Writing takes a lot of time, so please make sure to support us writers” writing does indeed take time… copying and pasting does not **

and please the irony of saying this fandom is toxic for calling you out for stealing another fan’s work- like ma’am take a look in the mirror before calling other people toxic 🤧

my patience is now non-existent regarding this person so I’m sorry if I’m crass but if her idea of “hard work” is copying and pasting a fic and stealing the title/cover-art, then yeah that deserves to be discredited, like what do you expect??

since I was blocked I can’t see my comment anymore but I mentioned how she admitted to stealing the cover-art and that she should have given credit for that, and she then replied that her stealing was essentially justified because the author who made the cover-art didn’t credit the photographer that took the photos of Elvis ⬇️

she also went on to say that everyone who writes the word “Elvis” is plagiarizing Gladys because she created Elvis- I hope she stretched before she made that reach

we only went back and forth for like 15 minutes but my head still hurts from it. she was just impossible to reason with, she had zero accountability, and at times I felt like I was speaking to an actual toddler… she even told me to go back to elementary school to get common sense 💀

me engaging with her on that post proved to be futile, but I can’t say that I fully regret it because this clearly shows her lack of a moral code as a writer (thou shall not plagiarize)

I hate for this to be my first post back and I do know that I am contributing to the drama (for better or for worse) by making this lengthy ass post but that whole exchange with her truly shocked me and I just couldn’t keep quiet about it, especially when she has gone to her followers and made herself out to be the victim, and made others out to be the aggressors… my brain cannot compute the fact that she is trying to garner sympathy from this

** however, I by no means, wish for any hate sent to her about this. some of my comments and rebuttals have been snippy & I definitely lost patience in all of this but I don’t know how old this person is, she could be 12 for all I know, and I think we have probably all been guilty of doing dumb things on the internet. From my understanding she did end up deleting the fic at the og authors request **

I made this post in hopes that it provides some clarity to the situation and in hopes that I could show the conversation with as much transparency as possible as since I’m blocked I’m slightly worried that she is making me out to seem like I instigated this when I only directly spoke to her once I saw that her post mentioned my comment

to me this situation wasn’t even really about who was involved, it was about the principle of it because no matter who the person is, plagiarism is wrong on all of counts. if someone plagiarized lettersfromvenus’ original work in the future, I would still speak to her defense because no one deserves to have that happen to them

if there is anything you would like to do, please show some love and support to @ladiilokii , the original author of “Welcome to Detroit, Baby” <3

anyways- I cannot wait to get back to my original schedule of posting, I’ve been on a break for only 11 days but my god it has felt like an eternity 😭

#idk why this whole situation struck a nerve with me #but it got me heated on a Sunday night #I just don’t understand how someone could steal another persons work and not feel any guilt #again the lack of accountability is astounding #elvis presley #elvis #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis x reader #elvis fanfiction #elvis imagines

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teeth-cable · 9 months

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Okay, it's time to talk about this. I waited so some people would cool off a little.

I hope this post makes sense too.

It's about Blitz saying the r slur.

First, I am talking about Blitz, not the voice actor here.

To be honest, every time I remember that they actually live in hell, I don't know what the point is anymore.

A character's development could've been like: You r-...sigh (that's not so good to say blitz, get it together). dumbass or smt

not Oh, I can't say this anymore. eye roll

Like, why are you scared? getting cancelled? , bro. Look where you live. I bet if he says that to the other demons, they will beat him or call him another slur.

And I want to say that the sloths don't act lazy; they act like sinners and imps, like that hospital worker wouldn't even bother to talk to him at all if she was that high on meds, like people say.

Short summary: I hate that scene. It adds nothing, and it wasn't funny for me because I am a hater guuurrrrrrr 👹 👹 👹 /hj

and it showed peoples real colors on Twitter regards on neurodiversity.

It was just a really pathetic scene because the writers were mad, they couldn’t use a slur, they couldn’t and characters claimed. The backlash to the scene was enormous, disabled people voicing their hatred and uncomfortable to the scene. I had an autistic friend voiced his hatred for the scene and explained how the nurse being written is ableist and how it relates back to the real world but then fans harassed them. Didn’t help a big +18 account screenshotted the post, (They censored the username but it doesn’t matter)saying they’re wrong. A grown ass adult who was posting from an popular +18 account was telling an autistic 17 y/o person why they were wrong for venting about the scene.

The writers were being childish because they got backlash from the disabled community for using that slur as an insult the first time and they can’t say it anymore and the fandom is filled of immature adults just like them.

#꧁rambles꧂#helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #➥asks

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joyswonderland1108 · 11 months

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Leaks?

Anygays, i’ve received some questions about those and tho i discussed them privately but thought maybe i’d share my thoughts in here.

So lately there has been some “leaks” for JJK1 going around, supposed solo songs, supposed collabs, bla bla bla, why did i put leaks between “ “ you may ask? I personally don’t think those are leaks by any means here’s why :

1 - Why does it look like all those supposed leaks English songs? Coming from the same man who seems to be more comfortable in his own mother language that’s a bit weird that out of nowhere all the supposed leaks related to his upcoming solo are English songs.

2 - Sdharu or Lilbitch whatever is his name i stopped caring about his actual username after calling him lilbitch for a while, anygays, those two are the same person fyi, he shared a supposed JK leak then later shared a supposed Jikook collab with only “jimin’s part” on the same song, same verse. I did some overlapping because that sounded a bit too familiar and their voices matched perfectly like.. eerily too perfect for it to be an actual collab. You just can’t sing the same verse the same exact way no matter what that was just a very perfect match and i wouldn’t be surprised that it’s ai.

3 - He once again did the same thing with a supposed TK collab, when i’ve heard it i was like “Wasn’t that the one he shared as a JK solo song before?” then again i remembered that it’s lilbitch we’re talking about and that bitch seems to love clout, need i remind you that he was so positive about a tk collab on November of 2022 and March (or was it May?) of 2023. That bitch is as slimey as CP and Jake with their collabs with the boys.

So all in all to me personally those ain’t no leaks, would a Jikook collab make me happy? Yeah sure enough but i know that there are more chances for the sun to set from the east than an actual Jikook collab (I’d like to be proven wrong thank you).

But don’t let this stop you from being excited for JJK1, no matter when it drops because honestly i don’t believe in the whole thing about it dropping in July i know people are being excited but this is giving the same vibe as when there was a useless post about Jimin’s solo dropping in February. There’s still no official announcement, not even just an official “hint” of anything related to JJK1, if it’s anything related to his solo then the official announcement should be out these last days of the month. Other than that i believe that if it’s anything JK related on July it might be a collab or a single separate from his solo. Nevertheless be ready for it!

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Bus Boy

➻ Pairings: Hyunjin x Reader

➻ Genre: Humor, fluff

➻ Additional: Attraction at first sight

➻ Word Count: 1.1k

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

When it came to restaurants, you trusted Seungmin with finding decent places. You’ve never had the greatest luck when picking spots to eat at - the horrible food poisoning still haunting your dreams - so you passed that duty onto your best friend. He just seemed to have this weird luck surrounding him, that no matter where you ate, the food was always amazing, the service was exceptional and it was always reasonably priced.

So when he took you to some hole in the wall near the local university, you didn’t even bat an eye. For a Saturday afternoon, the place was bustling and after a 20 minute wait, the hostess was finally able to seat the two of you, leaving you with the promise of a server coming around soon.

Soon came and went rather quickly. You were absorbed in the menu, trying to determine what exactly you were in the mood for when Seungmin sighed heavily and closed his menu. Looking up, you raised your brow. “What’s wrong?”

“We’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes and no one has come by.” He muttered, scanning the overly crowded restaurant. Staff was running about and if you remembered correctly, there had been at least 5 servers walking past your table since you sat down. Turning in your seat, you also looked around, eyes following one server and then another, trying to will them to come over and actually serve you.

Unfortunately, you have yet to master telepathy.

“Excuse me!” Your head whipped around, watching as Seungmin waved down a gorgeous redhead. He was tall, lean and looked like he could be a model. So why the hell was he working here?

“Yes? How can I help you?” You told yourself not to swoon, but it was just out of your control. He was so handsome.

“Yeah, we’ve been sitting here for a while waiting for someone to take our order.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I can go see if I can find your server.” He said quickly, glancing over his shoulder briefly.

“Can’t you just do it?” Seungmin asked, raising a brow.

“Uh…well…”

“Well what?”

“I’m actually just a bus boy…” he trailed off and you wanted to scoff. He was a bus boy? That was a travesty.

“Okay, but can’t you take our order and give it to our server or something? Do we even have one?” Seungmin requested and you could tell he was getting frustrated with every passing second. You couldn’t blame him. If you had been paying more attention to the time, you probably would have been upset too. It was probably best that you were keeping a level head though.

“I - sure.” He seemed resigned, and you almost felt bad for him. “What can I get you?”

Seungmin looked a bit shocked that the other was actually going to take your orders. He glanced at you and you nodded back at him. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. “Thank you.”

Seungmin let you order first, and afterwards gave his own. The beautiful bus boy, bless his soul, repeated the order twice to try and memorize it. He scurried away, practically prancing. It was cute, he was cute.

“Ahhh. I see.”

“You see what?” You eyed him suspiciously, doing your best to not blush because you know you’ve been caught red handed. Seungmin’s knowing smirk was all you got in return and you actively chose to ignore it.

When your drinks arrived, they were delivered by someone else who apologized for not serving them quicker. You were sad that it wasn’t the bus boy coming back to serve you, but it only made sense. Being a server wasn’t his job. If Seungmin noticed how disheartened you were to finally have a server, he chose not to comment on it and you were thankful for that.

The food arrived shortly after you got your drinks and while it wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t good either. Though you chalked it up to just being in a ‘bleh’ type of mood now. Occasionally your eyes would scan the area around you, searching for the bright, fire engine red hair in hopes of just catching another glimpse of the beautiful bus boy. The universe wasn’t on your side.

Finishing up, you insisted on paying and while you filled out the tip on the receipt, Seungmin excused himself to the restroom. Your mind was still on the red head that had captured your heart in the short five minutes you had encountered him. You were complete strangers, yet there was just something about him that drew you into him. And perhaps that’s the reason why you decided to write your phone number on a napkin, addressing it to the ‘Red Headed Bus Boy’. The message was short and sweet and as you slipped it under your empty plate, you didn’t dare get your hopes up. The likelihood that the man would actually bus your table and see the napkin and text you was very slim.

Putting your wallet away, you slipped out of the booth, meeting up with Seungmin by the front door to leave. You chatted about the restaurant and the food you had consumed, both coming to an agreement that it wasn’t a terrible place, but next time you would try to go at a different time - when it wasn’t too crowded so you could have better service. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful in your eyes, and by the time you got home, your social battery was completely depleted so you were more than thankful to throw yourself on your bed and just relax. You loved Seungmin to death but nothing could beat a quiet day at home. You were drifting off to sleep when your phone pinged, a groan leaving you.

“Come on man.” You muttered to yourself as you reached into your pocket and pulled the offending device free and stared at the screen. You had expected to see a text from Seungmin, but what greeted you was an unknown number. Curiously, you unlocked your phone and pulled up the message.

Unknown

Hi, this Hyunjin

Or, red headed bus boy 😂

Short, sweet, to the point, much like your message had been to him. It was also sort of awkward, but that was to be expected. It wasn’t everyday that you left your number for someone just because you thought they were handsome. You wondered if it was a regular occurrence for Hyunjin though. He was extremely good looking, you wouldn’t be surprised if men and women alike threw themselves at him.

It took you a hot second to try and formulate a response and after writing and deleting four different messages, you finally settled on letting him know your name and that you would very much like to get to know him. Your sentiments were eagerly returned and somehow you had a date tomorrow afternoon. It was interesting how a seemingly innocuous day led to a date with a man that if at the very least, you could be friends with. You were excited to see what the future held.

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Light And Dark(FNAF: Security Breach) Good Ending

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If you have any questions about this story, please comment on this post here. I am working on a Q&A post.

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Author here: Yes, this is the good Ending. I want to thank all of you for riding this journey with me and supporting me throughout this story. It has been an absolute pleasure to write this for you guys, and for myself, too. I am so grateful for your guys’ amazing comments and support. I apologize if this ending is disappointing, but I’m pretty proud of this ending. And I apologize for the super super long wait. I finally got the motivation to write this ending.

Thank you so much for your patience!

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It almost made me laugh, thinking about how this whole thing started and how it’s going to end. A simple day at work turns into meeting Vanessa, who involuntarily gave me the night guard duty with her. Then, all hell broke loose. A boy becomes lost in the Mega Pizzaplex, and I get chased by an animatronic who is obsessed with me.

My life was well before all of this. I try to remember the good times I had working here. Becoming friends with the animatronics working here, and even my coworkers. Sunnydrop and I were pretty close. He cared a lot about me, and I cared a lot about him.

“Sunny?” I asked as I wiped all of the markings off of his arms and hands. It was the end of the day, the daycare now empty of children and now full of staff workers cleaning up the area. It was my job to clean up the animatronics when needed. Sunnydrop and I sat by a kiddie table on the floor.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” He asked excitedly.

“Um…I was wondering…what you thought of this place?” It was an odd question coming from me to ask a robot. I knew robots couldn’t really feel, but it was something to pass the time, I suppose.

Sunnydrop cocked his head to the side. “Why, this place is so much fun!”

I giggled at his cheery personality. “Because of the children?”

“Of course! And seeing you, too!” A little warmth spreads on my cheeks. He was happy to see me?

“Oh…well, I’m always happy to see you, as well, Sunny.” I smile at him.

I smiled at the fond memory, wondering what all went wrong. Sunnydrop was such a good animatronic to me and the kids. I figured that fixing him after all of this would bring things back to normal.

But he killed someone.

Fred, who was an innocent man, was killed for some reason that I do not know of. Why? Why him? The only way to get that answer, is to ask the robot himself.

I looked at the two hallways, debating on what I should do. Gregory is just a kid. Who knows how he got in here, or why he did. But he’s a boy with no parents, no one to take care of him. And I would be the only one to take care of him if we manage to get out. I can’t just leave him alone like that.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Freddy’s voice comes through the watch, snapping me back to reality.

I hesitated to answer. So many pros and cons of each option. Sunnydrop’s threat loomed over me as I thought harder and harder. Was Sunnydrop on his way over to Gregory and Freddy right now? Or was he just…bluffing…? “Stay there, Freddy. I’m coming.” With newfound determination, I knew I couldn’t just leave Gregory behind. Of course, I didn’t know if he had parents, or even siblings. But I couldn’t just chance his survival in the big world.

I ran and ran as fast as I could. My skirt was already ripped partly on the side, giving my legs more room. I tried to stay quiet, but with the heavy breaths I was letting out while running didn’t help to keep my cover.

But I didn’t care. Getting to Gregory and Freddy was my top priority.

I wasn’t sure how fast I was running, but it certainly felt like a short run when I found Freddy and Gregory standing by the doors in the lobby. I wanted to cry seeing them there. They were okay. Sunnydrop wasn’t there.

“(Y/N)!” Gregory’s voice gave me relief. He suddenly, and surprisingly, gave me a hug when I made it to them.

I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath from the run. “W-We have to get out of here. Quickly.” I manage to say between breaths. “Before Sunny gets here.”

“Right!” Gregory takes a hold of my hand and guides me to the doors. But he was stopped when he noticed Freddy wasn’t following. “Come on, Freddy!”

Freddy stood silently, watching us as we waited for him. “I’m sorry, Gregory, (Y/N)...but I can not go.” Sadness laced his robotic voice.

I squeezed Gregory’s hand. “He’s right.”

“What do you mean?” The boy looked at me in panic. “Come on! You can go, Freddy!”

“Gregory.” I call out, now looking at him. “He has no way of staying powered if we did bring him. He has to stay here.”

“But…” Gregory looked very upset, but he managed to keep his strong facade.

I turned to my long-time friend. “We’ll see you again, Freddy. You just wait for us, alright?”

Freddy nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Do not worry, gregory, we will meet again. Take care now.”

It hurt to pull Gregory away from the animatronic as we headed out the doors. A gush of fresh air hit my face as soon as the doors closed behind us. The sun peaked over some hills as it began to rise.

I’m free.

I looked over at the silent Gregory. His eyes cast down to the asphalt ground, his hand still hanging onto mine. “Hey,” I shake his hand to get his attention. He blankly looks up at me. “Ready to go home?”

A small smile graced his lips. “Yeah…” He answers quietly.

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The grip on my purse started to become noticable the longer I stood in this spot. It felt as if the bag itself was weighing a ton with each passing second, the strap painfully digging into my shoulder.

“Let’s go, mommy! We’ll miss the show!” A child's voice breaks my train of thought, my eyes glancing over to the woman and her little girl. The girl had a strong hold on her mothers hand, pulling her to the building standing in front of me.

I probably looked weird just standing in front of a children's building. So, I took a deep breath and walked through the familiar doors.

So many years from that fateful day of becoming free from that terrible night, I come back. My body shook with fear as I carefully observed my surroundings. So many people and their children were running around. Many staff robots are cleaning their paths. I noticed that there weren’t as many people as there were when I last worked here. Probably from the news of the Pizza Plex shutting down from a dead body being found. Obviously, that’s not what they said for the first year. Tried not to, anyway. After one year of keeping things at the low, someone fished it out and the news spread like wildfire.

Years later, it’s back up and running.

I noticed a familiar person standing by Glamrock Freddy’s room. Her scowl was a clear give away. She didn’t even change her looks after so long. Vanessa turned to me, a small smile spreading on her face. “Hey, long time no see.”

I chuckle. “And here I thought you wouldn’t miss me.”

“Still the best security guard partner I had.” She shrugs. “Here for Freddy?”

I nod silently to her and she gives me a wave to let me go in. I knocked first, before the door opened for me. Freddy turned to me with, impossibly, his eyes widening. “Hey there, Freddy. You haven't changed all this time.”

I let out a loud gasp as he picks me up into a strangled hug. “(Y/N)! It is certainly great to see you!”

Once he let me down, I gave him a more appropriate hug. “It sure has.”

“How have you been? I’m surprised you are…here.” He says carefully.

I giggle lightly, even finding it funny myself how I’m here today. “Yeah…I’m surprised, too.”

“And Gregory?”

“Just fine. He’s in school. Slowly getting along with the other kids. Sorry he couldn’t come. I figured it’d be best if I was here…alone.”

Freddy nodded. “Of course! I’ll see him next time.”

It went silent for a bit. My thoughts are rolling over in my mind as I think. “Freddy? Have you seen…Vanny…? Ever since that night?”

The animatronic shook his head, bringing my heart to relax just a bit. “I have not. She hasn’t appeared once.”

I smile at the floor, looking at my daily shoes. It felt good coming into the building without a uniform. Weird, but good. “And…what about Bonnie?”

His head cocked to the side in question. “Bonnie? Is that someone you knew?”

“You don’t know him? He’s just like you. He saved me that night…from Vanny.” My shoulders then dropped in sadness. I was hoping to see him and thank him for what he did. “I figured you would know him…”

“I’m afraid not, (Y/N).”

A loud bang slams against the door, making me jump in surprise. “Be ready in five, Freddy!” Vanessa’s voice rings through the metal door.

“It seems I must be going.”

I look at my watch, slowly nodding in agreement. “Right, me too. I have to get home before Gregory tortures the babysitter any further.”

Freddy chuckles at that. “Be sure to tell him I said hi.”

“I will, Freddy. I will.”

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Bonus:

“You sure you wanna do this?”

His voice echoed down the dark hallway. Its loudness makes me shrink back in fear. The man was nice enough to give me time to breath and relax. After a long beat of silence, I nod. “Yeah…It’s the only way…”

With a hum, he starts moving forward. We took a turn down the hall, finding an open room with many animatronics in the works. Some arms and legs strewn everywhere. Some metal bodies lay on tables.

“He’s been out of commission for two years now. I’m not sure how he’ll react after waking up.”

I didn’t respond to him, watching closely as his hand inches closer to a certain button. I nod once more that day in confirmation. Sounds of wires sparking in the animatronic was all that was given when he clicked the button. Then, after a few long minutes, my hand gripped tightly on my purse strap when the white glow of the eyes in the animatronic started to appear.

I took a deep breath.

“Hey, Sunny.”

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kim-poce · 2 years

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CW: blood drinking, blood bag whumpee, vampire caretaker, begging to feed blood, it as a pronoun, past trauma, caretaker new master, caretaker new whumper.

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Rusty was okay. Its vision doesn’t turn black when it gets up, it doesn't feel faint when it stands for a little too long, it also doesn't look as pale as it used to. It was okay, it was wrong, it wasn’t how things were supposed to be.

It thought about cutting itself to draw blood, but Owner wouldn’t like it, and its blood isn’t its but Owner’s so it can’t just throw it away, the only one who can take its blood is Owner, and Owner feeds outside, from others, never from it.

That’s the reason it was kneeling in front of its owner now, it laid its head on the vampire lap, showing its neck and waiting. The other vampires always said it was its fault it got its blood drunk, it was its fault for being there. But this vampire didn’t seem to want to drink from it even when it was just there.

“O-owner,” it tried after a few minutes.

“What is it, Little Rusty?” Owner Aisnley asked, their cold hands caressing its hair.

“D-d-drink…” it said, it was scary to feed a vampire, it was even scarier to ask for it. But it needed to feed. “Please.”

“I don’t want to drink from you, little boy,” Owner said, their voice didn’t change, they weren’t angry even when their useless human was acting out. “You don't need to try so hard.”

“P-p-lease,” it said again, rubbing its head on their lap. “J-j-just this once.”

“You said it the last time,” Aisnley said, still with a calm and warm voice, cold hands still caressing. “You don’t need to feed me, Rusty.”

“P-please,” it asked again, its voice cracked, just then it noticed it was crying, wetting Master’s trousers like the useless and dirty animal it is. It should have backed away, it should behave, but it didn’t, it could still remember the face in the mirror. The color on its face, the strength it feels, it was all wrong, it wasn’t it, it wasn’t how things were supposed to be. “P-p-please.”

In a shift movement Owner pulled their pet onto their lap, “don’t cry,” They said, “Let’s calm down first, okay?”

“P-p-please drink,” Rusty pleaded again, ungly sobbing, it doubt the vampire could even make out its words. “please, please please please please please-”

“Okay, little one, okay, I’ll.” Owner said, their cold hands carefully baredits neck, and they slowly licked it, to make it as numb as possible.

Rusty took several deep breaths, waiting for the moment the fangs would break its skin, waiting for the pain, and waiting for the relief it would feel for being used the way it was meant to.

“I’ll drink now,” Owner said softly, “Are you sure of that?”

Rusty nodded, waiting, ready.

It didn’t hurt, it never hurts when Aisnley is the one doing it, it made Rusty feel weird, to think that the other vampires could make it this painless, if they hadn’t hurt it so so much it would be more than pleased to feed them whenever they wanted, but they wanted it scared, right? They wanted it to be nervous and terrified.

“Don’t think about it,” Owner said, caressing its hair again, fangs still close to its skin. “It’s me here with you so relax.”

It did. It was a mix of being around Owner Aisnley and the vampire’s venom entering its system, Owner drank just a little, but it was slow, making sure not to force the blood out, when they were done Rusty wasn’t crying anymore.

“Don’t make a habit out of this, okay?” Owner ordered, wrapping their calm arms around their bloodbag, which nodded at the order, “Now let’s put you to sleep, you should rest.”

Once again, it did, closing its eyes and resting its head on its owner’s chest, it fell asleep in no time, feeding its owner felt right, but sleeping on its owner’s lap felt more.

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whatareyoudoingwithamaserati · 22 days

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hello. character asks:

2, 4, and 7 for princezam

17 and 30 for one seth gordon. enjoy (:

I AM GOING TO BITE YOU <333 it is Autism Time alright alright okay!!!!!!

PrinceZam!

2) When I think I truly started to like them

Honestly, the exact moment slips me! He got in my head one day and then he Did Not Get Out. I did run back through my discord channel and apparently an hour and a half after starting Zam’s s3 POV I messaged “WHAT IS THIS, THE BULLY ZAM SERVER????” so I think about then! (I had already watched Clown’s POV and thought that Zam was oooo such an asshole oooo for his whole building walls bit and then you watch Zam and he is so wet and pathetic that all of a sudden he did nothing wrong ever) It did not take me long to go ah. Yeah this is The Guy. I’m gonna make a plushie of him and throw it at walls

4) How many people I ship them with

SO many people. SO many fucking people. I think if princezam makes it on a server and doesn’t act like a raging gay then he will crumble to ash and fall apart in the wind. That said I am particularly fond of the idea of clownzam. They’re two guys committed to a bit defined by their usernames (clown) (prince) while also somehow managing to be mortal enemies and homoerotic losers at the same time. Would love to see more out of them

7) A quote of them that you remember

Okay so this one is. Not even going to be remotely serious despite his ability to be gutwrenching and dramatic. There’s a lot of Zam quotes I love and remember (shoutout “YES! YES! YESSSS!! VINDICATION!!!!” my beloved) but there is one in particular. that I cannot escape from. One that frequently comes to mind. Hey guys. Uhm. “YO. LEO. LEO. IF YOU DON’T STOP SWINGING THAT SWORD AT ME RIGHT NOW MAN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS MAN I’M FUCKIN- I GOT I GOT I GOT LIKE FIFTEEN PEOPLE ON ME I’M NOT CLOWNPIERCE I CAN’T WIN THIS Y’KNOW LIKE I’M GETTING MY ASS BEAT I’VE GOT LIKE EVERYONE ON ME I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST SPAWNING PHANTOMS. I’M JUST TRYING TO SPAWN PHANTOMS. I DON’T SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DON’T SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DON’T EVEN SEE THE ISSUE I’M JUST TRYING TO SPAWN A COUPLE MOBS LIKE I DON’T EVEN SEE WHAT’S GOING ON—“

^^clip because his voice SELLS that shit. Luv this guy <3

Seth Gordon (the man the myth the legend <333)

17) What do you think their first word was?

For the jokes, I want to say his first word was fuck. His parents didn’t really care much about keeping their language in check, and I see him as one of the middle-younger kids of a big family, so all of his older brothers would be swearing already, and it would rub off on him. For the non jokes….. I think I would say his first word was dada. Give me a daddy’s boy Seth who had his father be his whole world for so many years only to be disappointed in the end that his father was just a man after all. He’s a Fox for a reason

30) The funniest scene they had?

OH MY GOD OKAY SO. Personally I am a fan of every scene he is in, and I think among his funniest are the ones where he drops everything to slug Kevin in the face. That said I think the funniest one is when he straight up hears Kevin's name and drags his ass out of deep sleep so he can fight him. There is NOTHING like a man and his homoerotic enemy who he hates with everything in him. Or maybe his funniest scene is the iconic "are you stupid" "yes" I'm sorry Seth you gotta deal with Neil being an absolute dumbass I'm not sure what else you expected. OR when Neil asked if Andrew and Renee were a thing and Seth looked like he might vomit. Or him flipping off their opponents and then Kevin. OR—[I am forcibly dragged off the stage. He could raise an eyebrow and I would probably find it funny]

#BELOVED!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!#rotating the guys around in my head. i can be so normal about them both (i will froth at the mouth at any given opportunity)#(we do not talk about jepexx)#holland !!#<- i hope it is okay to keep that as your tag. I can also change it to Lucas

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neptune-ian · 2 months

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remember that the internet likes to take things out of context too so its never personally against you per se, just that if its something like what fans would consider "bad mouthing" an idol they going to take offence it is just how it is nowadays sadly ppl have to tread carefully so as to not offend the easily offended. anywho i dont think there was anything wrong with what ur saying so just keep going with ur posts and ignore the hater

I didn’t even bad mouthed Jungkook nor his future spouse, they were just a delulu that tried to be sneaky like « you’re wrong and I know it, noisy mermaid(s) » 🥴😂

They should have at least faked that they are his spouse and acting like « it’s true because … and because … » and go into DETAILS as if they knew everything. They got angry because if it happened to be true it would have meant that they can no longer be with him, that their connection is dead and that they would have to marry someone normal. And not being able to tell people « I’m Jungkook’s future spouse! Trust me 🤭 I know more than all of you reunited » That’s a nightmare for them.

Also, they mentioned another tarot reader on one of my post and the reader DMed me explaining me that that person used to trash talk about other readers, because those ones « were wrong » 🙄🤦🏽‍♀️ and now they bad mouth over the reader they mentioned as well. I would not be surprised if later, on another tarot blog you see my username appearing with someone bad mouthing about me. « They are fake because they said that » but they can’t prove why I am wrong nor why they are right 🎪

As they can no longer see my posts they will just try to drag me down, try to be sneakier.

I know that some people are spying on my account lol I don’t know if it’s because they trust my readings/me or not but I see it 👀 they can do it I don’t mind it but if someone has something against me they have to talk to me directly ☺️

Thank you anon for having common sense too! 💙

#tarot blog #anon ask #💙

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 5 months

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Hey.... Heyyyyyy.... How y'all doing.... take the Nimona headcanons that have been rotting in my notes app for the past four months

Ambrosius has kept track of the weirdest things he’s signed for a fan

At the very tippy top is a dinner plate a dog crate and a baby

And by baby I do mean living breathing crying baby

He tried really hard to find something else to sign but for some reason the parents were really insistent on it being their baby

And for some reason he did it

There are hundreds of photos of this infant with a signature on his forehead

And that kid to this day will whip out his baby photos and show people that he was that baby

Multiple knights (cough cough Todd) tried to recreate that situation but it didn’t have the same effect

I feel like Bal gets really bad migraines (which kind of comes with the territory of using your head like a bartering ram)

And when they do happen Nimona and Ambrosius do everything in their power to make sure that it doesn’t get worse

I feel like Ambrosius is stupidly good at video games

I have this little headcanon that books and games were kind of an escape for him

His own personal little oasis from being the golden child with a million expectations and responsibilities on his back

He's not very good at playing with other people tho because he was always scared people would figure out who he was just based on his voice alone (and he’s not wrong for thinking that)

Nimona is also really good at video games (I mean she’s also half of the reason they were invented but that’s a long ass story)

So because I’ve been away for so long I wanted to bless you with my friend's reaction to the movie

Just for some context tho it did take us months to finish because we all have work and school and we couldn’t see each other for a while so if I missed some stuff I’ll add it later

“Aw boyfriends” (When they were on the catwalk)

“Why are they so cute” “they’re literally my otp” and “they have cute banter” (The entire time before the knighting ceremony)

JB: “Oh she’s got Daddy issues huh” Me: “why do you say that?” JB “cause why else would she follow a man”(As they’re walking through the kingdom)

JB: “God what a fake fucking bitch I hate the way she talks” (As the director is scolding the knights)

“He knows him so well”(He hates freestyle jazz)

“It’s his boyfriend” “aw bae why’d you throw a smoke bomb at me” “look how frantic he is to find him” “he can’t shoot look at that face” (the entire subway/market scene”)

JB: “I think this scene is curing her daddy issues and yours” (the alley scene)

(Same scene) KO: “why is he acting like it’s hurting him more?” Me: “Cause that’s his kid” KO: “wow this really is healing your daddy issues”

JB: “What am I even watching?” “I fucking knew it she was such a fake bitch” (The squires video)

“Oh my god he’s so embarrassing” “is he really jealous of a kid” “oh my god the director really doesn’t give a fuck huh?” “He didn’t say that out loud” “but does she?” “No” (Ambrosius freak out)

JJ: “oh my god this is like Archane” Me: “shut the fuck up about Archane” (in my defense he kept mentioning Archane the whole time)

“If I could turn into a dragon I’d never turn back” “same I’d love to breathe cereal” (during the fight)

“He’s so embarrassing why is he dying that dramatic” (proceeds to make fun of Ambrosius' “death” the whole time)

“Did they really upload her confession to their version of YouTube” “is his account name really BalliSTAR?” “Why are they dancing?” “His username is Loins_of_gold? Why is he such a dork??”

JB: “Awe nachos are totally their thing” “he remembered he’s allergic he still loves him!”

JJ: “he’s a knight?” Me “have you been watching this movie with your eyes closed?”

And then we freaked out about Ambrosius saying I love you and Bal not saying it back

We said nothing when Bal pulled a sword on Nimona they kind of just sat shocked

JB kept mentioning the flashback and after it happened all I said was “you wanted the flashback there’s your fucking flashback” while she sat in sad silence

They also just kept saying in shock “that’s her? That’s Gloreth” while I laughed

We kind of spent the rest of the movie in silence until Bal and Ambrosius kissed at the end and then everyone collectively lost their shit

They lost their shit again when Nimona showed back up and JB went upstairs because even tho Nimona came back to life she was still sad

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Why I’ve been inactive / What’s been going on with me

I’m sorry, this is going to be a long post. You might have noticed that throughout the months I have been very infrequently posting after claiming I want to be more active, and here’s why. This is not me attempting to beg / guilt trip / ask for sympathy, it is merely an explanation. I apologize if you don’t want to see this kind of thing, but I really thought I should let everyone know what’s going on.

(Continued below the cut)

Throughout the years of me posting under the username “Saveraedae,” I have been through so much. I’ve made so many friends, accomplished many goals that I had set for myself, had a lot of fun; My joy has always came from creating things and sharing them with others and seeing you all enjoy them with me. However… throughout said time I’d also been battling with a lot of personal issues. For one, I had come to notice that with creating and developing a series, something that I had always dreamed of doing ever since I could remember, brought a lot of hardships. Namely, pressure; I am aware that I do things quite differently than most cartoon creators. I wouldn’t really call my reach huge by any means, but I do know a lot of indie creators would kill to have people so dedicated and interested in their series and lore, especially people who stick around for years and years. But back to the point, I essentially wasn’t private with the development of my work. This lead to me getting an audience for myself quite early and in turn having loads of feedback from onlookers during its creation. Now, like I said, lots of indie creators would kill for this sort of thing. But let me tell you, while I am forever grateful and definitely do not want to give the wrong impression, having attention to this degree so early on is both a blessing and a curse.

“How is this bad?” You may ask, “Isn’t getting attention for your work a good thing?” Let me explain.

I began to develop these characters when I was twelve. I turn twenty in 2 months. Let that sink in. Throughout my whole teenage years I had spent my life being praised and even worshipped in some cases for creating TMS. (No, this is not an exaggeration, there were seriously people who referred to me as a god among other things in a joking yet semi unironic context) I had asks flooding my inbox daily; people discussing amongst each other headcanons, ship arguments, and simping hard for characters; consistently got fanart sent to me; It really was a lot, and I absolutely loved it. Talking with other people in a community that I had built and watching it grow really was a dream come true, I had people to talk about what meant most to me and other people could share my sentiments. However, things would not always be like this. People eventually move on, this is the dark side that people don’t realize when building a community around a creation. That’s not to say people aren’t interested anymore if they leave or become less invested in a fandom, but if they no longer make themselves noticed, the support becomes transparent; They no longer comment, interact with my posts, send asks, etc. Engagement lowers when you can’t see the support. And in turn, my self esteem, motivation, and drive to do anything at all also lowers.

Now, this issue is very morally grey to say the least, I wouldn’t say anyone is at fault, it’s more an issue of circumstance. Everyone knows that TMS is my pride and joy and I want nothing more than to be happy creating it and watch others enjoy it as well. But if you’ve read to this point now, you can probably tell that at the moment I’m just not happy. I won’t even lie, I’m just not happy with the way things have been going lately. I’ll attempt to subtly hype something up, post a new lore tidbit, tease something that I’d to come, draw something that seems fanservice-y, anything, and yet it comes and goes without fanfare. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I know there’s people who like TMS out there, I see each and every one of you, and I’m more than grateful that you like the one thing that means the most to me. But take a look at my numbers lately, not just on tumblr. My posts on average barely break 5 notes. Maybe they’ll get 10 on a good day. Really my breaking point though that lead me to thinking this way though was my latest YouTube video; After it had been up for a week it had barely even broken 300 views. Really!? Anyone could see clear as day that I have nearly 10,000 subscribers. The video was a silly little animation that in the long run means nothing to me, but there is no way that that was right??? Stuff like this has made me cease or slow down on my bigger projects in fear of them not doing well. If I put a lot of effort into something only for it to flop or not get much feedback, there is not really much of a drive for me to do it at all. Things like this have been a pattern lately though, this was just the icing on the cake. When I get little to no engagement or no reactions to my content, I just feel like I’m disappointing people or that I’m not good enough. Of course I do try, I try my hardest, but when I do all I can and in return get radio silence, it makes me wonder if I did something wrong. Things weren’t always like this, so what happened? I know that people support me, but for some reason my mind and body doesn’t think it’s enough to move forward, and I just go into week long depressions, come back for a few days supper motivated and productive, then fall back into the same cycle again. I’m not enjoying this as much as I used to, and I really believe it’s because I don’t see other people enjoying it like they used to either. When I look back at things from 2015-2017 I have such fond memories and remember how fun things were. When I compare to now, it just looks depressing, let’s be honest. I’ve always tried to pinpoint where exactly the problem began, and I’m fully aware of where it truly started: The creation of the TMS discord server.

Now I have met, grown close to, and learned of quite a bit of people since the creation of the original server back in 2017. Fun fact, it was actually originally only created for the cast as a sort of ‘alternative’ to our Skype hangout until one fan/soon to be friend of mine wanted to talk to us, but didn’t have Skype (as there was a small and short lived TMS fan Skype group) Ever since then, the Discord server was open to the public and soon got turned into the TMS fan server. Mid 2017 was when it was created, and late 2017 is when it took off and began to grow in members. …Guess when my engagement on tumblr began to drop? It’s taken me a long time to realize, but the community became essentially “gated off” to the public, and people couldn’t see what it truly was anymore; It’d essentially gone private. I started to post more exclusive content into the server since it was easier to reach people in there, and began to post less to my public socials. People began to interact with my posts less and less, and soon, my engagement dropped dramatically. Let me tell you if you are not in the server, there are many more talented artists and people in the fandom than meets the eye, I’m honestly… not sure why people seem shy when posting their TMS stuff to the public. Like… are you ashamed to be into it or something? Is it not good enough for you to be publicly interested in it? Are you just pretending to like it so much just to humor me? I just don’t understand posting stuff only in the server if you claim you care about the growth of the community... But whatever the reason may be, this kind of stuff is the other thing that brought me to this point. I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong, but like… what? This baffles me. I don’t want to seem like I’m taking anything for granted, but things like this make me want to delete the server and see if people will actually come to my blog again like years ago. I do like getting to meet individual people, but I don’t know anymore.

Moving forward, I don’t know what I’m going to do to combat this feeling. I’ve only really had support in the few people I’ve trusted and confided this information to, because I’ve always felt like if I publicly said this I’d just be seen as selfish, and I know I’m gonna get it, but with the pattern constantly continuing like I said, it just doesn’t feel like I’m enough; So I’m saying it here too. I’m sorry if this makes you think any less of me, or disappoints you, I really have thought hard before making this post. But yeah. I’m not quitting development of TMS obviously, as like I’ve made sure to reiterate, is what matters most to me, but i just wanted to share my feelings. I’m going to try and take it slow for a little while and see if things look up. Just to let people know though, don’t be shy to reach out to me if you want me to see something or you want to talk to me.

#important #personal

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