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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.
idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.
thoughts on ghostflower: here!
reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!
i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛
i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!
gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️
before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!
listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.
i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.
my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭
if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.
i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.
in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.
and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)
but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.
miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.
oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎♀️
that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.
#ash spills 🌺#ghostflower#gwiles#ghost flower#atsv#itsv#btsv#beyond the spiderverse#miles and gwen#miles molares#gwen stacy#into the spider verse#accross the spiderverse#don’t inbox me bc idc#it’s never too late to edit the script#oh and FUCK PETER B#I HATE THAT WHIGGA#i hope peter b passes away#useless mf fr#spiderman#spiderverse
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hey my name is Jamie [like for now but I’m kind of testing a few so don’t get too attached to that lmao]
I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he]
some typa aroace spectrum probs demisexual & demiromantic also pan - in general I have nothing figured out but also a simp
neurospicy bitch
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I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc]
for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]
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Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]
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Demonology: Me & My Dog
Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?
Jake Kiszka x f!reader and Josh Kiszka x f!reader
A/N: This will be at least three parts! This first part is more about Josh and the reader, the second will be more Jake and then we will see with part 3 what is to happen. Please let me know what you think with comments and reblogs and messages to my inbox!! I want to talk about this bc I have been so excited to share it!!
Word Count: 5.4k | Warnings: alcohol consumption, strong language, allusions to sex - minor descriptions of sex but not descriptive smut (still 18+!!), dubious comprehension of angel/demon mythology, like this is fiction fr so if it does not make sense i am sorry but idc (but am also open to suggestions thx)
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Part 1: My & My Dog
When being told to stir up some trouble on Earth, Y/N was more annoyed that she had to go back at all than excited that she was moving up in the ranks. Afterall, she’d only died 50 years ago. It was already time to go back? She thought she had eternity down here.
From what she’d heard from other members of the underworld, it’d just gotten worse since she’d left. Prior to 1976 had been a riot for her (1976 was not her favorite, but dying usually wasn’t in people’s top ten greatest moments), but now it sounds worse than Hell itself.
Still, like a good little demon soldier, she trudged through the dim back rooms to find the dull office that would provide her with the necessary documents to take a corporeal form and inhabit the physical sphere for an extended period of time.
“Can I bring my dog?” She asks, kicking at a piece of garbage on the floor. It littered the entire ground around her feet.
“Dog?” The servant of hell inquired.
“Chupacabra,” She corrects.
“Sure,” Their eyes raise from filling out the paperwork to the little animal beside her. “Extra form you need to both sign. Says he’ll suck the blood of at least five animals per earthly week while he’s there. We don’t do ESAs here.”
“Fab,” She sighed in relief and scratched behind the ears of her dog that she had re-encountered shortly after arriving in Hell.
The chupacabra placed his paw in some mysterious blood that had formed in the pewter catch-all dish sitting beside the papers and then pushed it onto the form. Signed, sealed and soon to be delivered. They were getting out of Hell.
-
When she materialized on Earth, she wasn’t sure where she was exactly. The home office didn’t give that information, you just had to figure it out yourself. She had been hoping for her hometown of Los Angeles or another major city center she’d never been to before. Maybe London or Tokyo would be a fun change of pace.
After walking what felt like 20 miles, but was probably half of that given that she wasn’t used to physical legs anymore, she came upon a sign as to where she was. A mural to be exact.
It had only been woods and fields for the first half, but then there were more buildings. Coffee shops, bagel shops and something that was called a ‘Vape’ shops. Everything advertised themselves as historic music sites. But it wasn’t until 1504 Demonbreun St. that she fully ascertained she was in the heart of Nashville, Tennessee.
“Welcome to Nashville”
“Fuck yeah,” She smiled. A friend back in the day had been from here and told her about it a few times. It wasn’t a major capital city or home, but it was a city alright. And where there was nightlife, she was sure there could be trouble.
She spent the rest of the day checking around her surroundings. Finding the place Hell had given her to lodge in. It wasn’t much but she remembered earthly delights and planned to spruce it up, give it a vibe. She wrote a note on the wall with a deep red pen she had brought with her a list of items she needed. Couch, rug, bed, posters, an electric guitar and lots of wine and clothes. The ink dripped down the wall and she smiled, swiping at it and placing it to her lips.
She passed the rest of the daylight hours with great displeasure for the living people around her who barely seemed to notice her. Not that she looked any different than them, but it just bothered her that no one was as friendly as when she’d last been here. No one bothered to say ‘hello’, all they did was stare or talk into their rectangular devices she had realized were portable telephones half way through the day.
Broadway St. seemed to be the place Y/N thought she’d find the most possible trouble. It was lit up like the Sunset and if it weren’t for all the horribly dressed people surrounding her, she would’ve felt right at home.
At one of the bars, she got free shots from the bartender with a flash of her eyes. From the regular dark brown iris, they flashed an entire eternal glassy black. He smiled dreamily in the abyss and walked away after she winked at him. She swung back the shots and made her way to the dance floor.
Raising her hands above her head, she began to dance. Her black lace dress hugged her curves and shifted with her. Her silver jewelry glinted dangerously as she moved. The lights in the bar shifted to stay red instead of the flashing multi-colors that had bothered her when she entered. She moved her hips to the music and slowly it transformed from a poppy song she didn’t know to Led Zeppelin.
Robert Plant’s voice got everyone dancing the way they should and the vapes transformed into cigarettes and she smiled to herself feeling alive for the first time in a long time. Maybe being back wasn’t so bad. She drank more and danced more and saw people getting drunk and making out in corners and thought debauchery worked as trouble. Job done for the day.
She relaxed into the sway of the music, writhing around like a snake as her skin grew dewey with perspiration. A tug at her arm brought her out of her euphoric state. All night she had made sure no one would bother her, but whoever this was didn’t seem to follow her rules.
She opened her eyes, fully black once more as she stared at who was holding her wrist. She tugged back but his hold was secure. He pulled her to the side of the dancefloor, a space conveniently opening up.
“Get your hands off me! What the fuck, man?”
“You can’t be here,” He spoke calmly.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He had on a white plain t-shirt and light wash jeans, with opalescent beads hanging around his neck. His eyes were an oddly familiar light brown. His hair was shaved on the sides, creating a sort of mullet that she mildly appreciated if he hadn’t been so rude as to pull her away from her fun. That mullet exposed the golden earrings in his pointy ears.
There was something different about him. None of it was in his physical form but she felt it, vibrating and extending around him. As if he had invisible light passing around and through him even in the dark dingy bar lighting.
“Says who?” She finally tugged her arm free from his hold and crossed her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts up in the process.
His eyes flicker to the movement before pressing his lips into a thin line “Says me.”
She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “And you are?”
“Joshua. I protect this town," he says. He wrings his hands around the gold bracelets on his wrists. “You can’t come into these bars and just mess with everything about them. It’s wrong.”
“Yes I can, Josh,” She smirks. “I’m a demon as you clearly already can tell. I can do whatever I want.”
“Oh my God,” Josh sighs, exasperated already. “There’s already a demon here.” He knew the other one quite well and was at least able to keep him in check. A newcomer would mean more work.
She shrugged. “Not my problem, angel. Hell sent me up here, guess they’re not happy with the other one’s performance.”
She moved to go back to the bar for another drink when Josh looked like he was a million miles away. He’d really killed her buzz. Josh’s mentioning of another demon made her stop and ask as an afterthought: “What’s this other demon’s name?”
“Jacob–er, uh, Jake,” Josh corrects himself. He hadn’t gone by Jacob since, well, since before, even if Josh wished he could just call him Jacob.
“Groovy.” Her smile is wicked, her lips painted a red so deep it resembled dried blood. “Displeasure meeting you, angel. Come find me if you ever want to have a real good time.” She kissed his cheek before disappearing behind a group of people.
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Two weeks later, Y/N was seated on a bench in the park with her legs kicked up. She looked like she was a dead body–which more or less, she was, but the way she was sitting was unusual for someone who was supposedly alive. Her dog was perched unnaturally along the backrest, soaking in the sun he had missed. They looked out of place.
She had come out in the midday to see if she could start any fights in the park. She’d quickly learned that malfunctions with their little handheld phones really upset the modern humans so she liked to mess with wifi and electrical connections every odd day or so just to keep up the no-good work.
Her black RayBans covered her eyes as they surveyed the green grass for potential targets for a bit of a row. She sat as far away from the people as possible, so she had enhanced her vision as if using a zoom function. But soon something white blocked her vision.
“Angel,” She practically growled. Her dog actually growled, sitting up.
“Mind if I sit,” Josh asks pleasantly, eyeing the dog with caution. It looked like a normal dog, but a clip in his right ear and a strange red shimmer in his eyes made Josh think there might be something hellish about him.
She took her feet off the bench and pushed her sunglasses up off of her face. “Finally want a taste of what you’re missing?”
“No,” he states flatly. His eyes were still wandering between the creature and the demon. She was dressed in all black, typical. The dog was between cream and the lightest brown he’d ever seen, atypical. “Is this your dog?”
“Yeah.” She smiles softly for the first time. Her hand goes to pet him between his ears and down his small snout. “He was waiting for me in Hell back’n the day. They made him a chupacabra for me as a ‘Welcome to Hell’ present.”
Josh’s eyes widened in surprise. What had she done in life to receive a present in Hell? “They like you down there?”
“Eh…I think I’m just a descendant of many a troublemaker. They knew I’d be an asset, especially when I arrived so early.”
Her dog slipped into her lap. For a moment, he shifted as he stared at Josh. Big ruby eyes glowered at him, all his hair was gone, leaving something more resembling a pale soft dog-rat. Disturbing and wretched, nonetheless. He wrinkled his nose at Josh.
Josh tried to smile, feeling awkward. Jake had insisted he find this demon Josh had encountered, needing more information about whether he was really in trouble or if it was procedural. Why Jake wouldn’t do it himself, Josh never got as many answers as questions he asked.
“Do either of you have names?”
She grinned. “Is this twenty questions? Why so interested in me?”
“Just want to get to know my opposition,” Josh says lightly, praying for her to feel extra kind today. Afterall, she was a demon who was originally human and it was only a little while ago from what she seemed to like. He was pretty sure she’d only been down in Hell for 50-60 years, that was barely a human lifetime—and yet it was longer than hers. Far less than Jake. Maybe he could neutralize her, get her to see the bright side.
“His name is Rune, now, but it used to be Rori.” She rubs over the dog’s hair, happy that he was softer on Earth. “He responds to both–for me. Not sure what he should be called now we’re back.”
Josh waited patiently. The breeze was cooler than usual and looking at her, he had to assume it was her as well. She seemed far too powerful for a run-of-the-mill demon who used to be human. But she also seemed extremely unlikely to answer his questions if he got too personal.
With her eyes uncovered, Josh watched them move around as she thought about something. It was almost like she was tracking something or doing some long form math equation in her head. Like she didn’t know what her name was and was looking for the answer.
“Mine…well, now you can call me Sal.” She winks and Josh straightens in his seat, feeling strange. “Gonna write about me in your diary now, Joshua?”
Josh pretends to laugh with a clipped “ha ha.” She smirked again, sliding closer to Josh on the bench. Rori grew annoyed and hopped off her lap, slinking off to climb a tree in hopes of finding a squirrel. Sal extended a delicate hand to Josh’s shoulder, beginning to play with the fabric of his shirt. He smiled tightly, not having anywhere to go if he wanted more answers.
“You said you arrived early?” Josh’s voice is high as he feels her touch moving down his arm. Thankfully, being an angel kept him from feeling her entire influence, but her physical touch was enough to feel something…unholy. He didn’t want to imagine her abilities on mortals. “What did you mean?”
“You’re fun,” She beamed. “If I show you some tricks I picked up in Hell, will you show me something?”
“It depends what you want to see,” Josh tries to be diplomatic.
Her head throws back in laughter. “Not that. No, I want you to want me to see that.” Her hand wanders to his wrist and toys with the bracelet before slinking to his thigh. Her voice was low and sultry, lips pressed to his ear. “Desperately.”
Josh was starting to feel like he might have to leave. His breathing had turned shallow and he couldn’t stop staring at the carnelian stone hanging between her breasts. Her hand’s touch left him and she laughed again bringing him out of his reverie.
“Hell, you’re pretty cute…I was a 27 club member.” She shrugged, turning away from Josh to stare out at the people again. “Had my heyday in the late 60s/early 70s and went out the same way I lived. Fast.”
Josh thought about the 60s and the 70s. He’d admit those decades were a bit of a guilty pleasure for him. Nashville had been fun, not as crowded. He watched her again, seeing her eyes narrow looking at the couples and the groups of friends.
“You weren’t from here?”
“LA. Broadway’s kinda like the Sunset Strip, just a bit more loser-y…NashVegas, just like Liv said.”
Josh was about to protest, but refrained, letting her reminisce. She did miss her friends from back then. They’d gotten up to so much trouble. Sometimes too much.
“Best of times, worst of times kind of thing y’a dig?” She tapped the heel of her boot like she was trying to shake off something unpleasant. “Just glad I had my dog for most of the time. He followed me everywhere and everyone’d let ‘im in because he was such a doll. Died ‘bout three years ‘fore me.”
The more she spoke the more her accent of a bygone era of California popped up. Josh couldn’t deny how sweet she sounded when she spoke about that thing, demonic as the pair of them were.
“How long’ve you’ve been up–er, down here?” She asked, barely realizing she had to correct for him.
Josh cast his eyes to the sky, thinking. “Since the beginning. That’s like, 8000 human years, I believe.”
“Get the fuck outta town!” She exclaimed, jumping in her seat to face him. Her eyes were alight with hellfire. “You’re a proper angel then?”
Josh chuckled. “They don’t really take new hires upstairs, I’m afraid. Only very special occasions. It doesn’t happen much these days.”
She regarded him for a moment, inventorizing him again now that she deemed him far more interesting than before. “Yeah, I was on a special list when I came down. Only a few others in my line, everyone else had to wait in this huge waiting room. It was…repulsive and I’ve been in the alley behind the Whisky.”
Josh tilted his head, looking over her once more. He felt like he should know her, but he couldn’t understand from where. She looked so familiar. Her hair seemed to shift every so often and he couldn’t be sure if it was the light or mood dependent. He didn’t prod at her mentioning the special treatment in Hell, didn’t want to alert her to the fact, that from what he knew, that was extremely rare.
“Have you told your demon friend about me yet?” She asked.
“He’s not my friend,” Josh responds automatically.
Her eyebrows raise as she turns her head back to him, scanning him for understanding. A killer upon its prey.
“Secret lover?” She guesses.
Josh can’t hide his face of disgust. “Jesus! No!”
“Homophobic?” She asks with a look of distaste. Not being for the gays was so not groovy. Half the musicians she hung out with back in the day were gay. And she wasn’t one for choosing when it came to sexuality.
“No!” Josh cries. “I am more than an ally to that cause, not that angels really have sexualities…it’s just.” He sighs, rubbing at his neck confusion. “He was, is–I don’t know, my twin.”
“Oh!” She beams, eyes once again lighting up in intrigue. She enjoyed learning things, it helped for using it against people at the end of the day. “So he’s also a proper demon. Fell and all that.”
“Yeah, don’t remind me.” He sounded pained, as if he was reliving the entire thing.
“Wow…” She blows out a breath. “That must be funky.”
She continued when Josh said nothing. “Y’know ‘cause he’s your brother but also he’s–” She finished her statement by sticking her pointer fingers through her hair and wiggling them around.
“Yes, I am aware.” Josh shakes his head.
She stood up and stretched her arms over her head, revealing her stomach below the flowy lace top she was wearing. “Great catch up, I guess, angel. Wanna trade tricks later? I’ve already worked through most of the main bars here and I’m getting bored.” Nothing was keeping her interest, since every place she had to transform into her liking.
“You want to hang out with me? You want to hang out with an angel?”
She grinned, turning around herself once before dropping her arms and stalking back towards Josh, standing directly in front of him. She leaned over him, watching him straighten his neck and swallow thickly. His eyes flickered from her face to the carnelian again.
“Everyone else is too easy around here. I need a challenge.” Her lips were right in front of his. “You seem like the perfect remedy for a wayward soul like me.”
-
Josh wasn’t exactly sure why he agreed to meet the demon at some speakeasy she said she needed to try. He wasn’t fully sold on calling her ‘Sal’, something about it felt off to him. She didn’t even really seem to care for it either. Jake, he knew, was vehement that he wished to be called Jake.
Jake was probably why he had come to the back door of a pizza joint that was actually the door to the underground speakeasy. He’d asked for more information on her. When Josh had inquired why Jake couldn’t just do it himself, his twin finally fessed up that he was actually not currently in Nashville at all. Leaving the heavy lifting to Josh, like always.
Begrudgingly, Josh entered another bar with plans to meet a demon. Heaven forgive him. It was smokey inside the brick-walled cavern. Small candles lit the tabletops and narrow bar top. A small dance floor was packed as people danced slowly to a jazz band. In the corner of the room, he saw her hair almost glowing in the dark and he made his way over.
She was dressed in a black pantsuit, with no undershirt, just a black lace bra and her same necklace. Rori wasn’t present, from what Josh could see, but based on their conversation earlier he had a feeling the demon dog was around, lurking.
She groaned when she saw what Josh was wearing.
“Angel, man, do you have any other clothes besides that?” She shook her head in disappointment.
“Of course I do,” Josh huffed, looking down at his clothes not understanding what was wrong with them.
“Change.”
“I can’t perform miracles just to change my outfit. That’s wrong.”
“That’s wrong, it’s wrong,” She parrots what she thought was becoming Josh’s mantra. “God, Heaven sounds so stifling.” She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers with impatience.
In an instant, Josh was dressed in a red velvet jumpsuit with sequins around the neckline. His arms were on full display, muscles bulging while the velvet hugged his torso and lengthened his height. He smooths at his hair and feels something come off his skin. On his hand, he sees glitter. He looks at her again and then down at his new clothes. She was eyeing the bulge veering to his right thigh.
“Much better.” She grins.
Josh rolls his hand in front of him quickly, almost like a benediction, and once again his outfit has changed. Now, he was in a cream and grey jumpsuit that was far less flashy of his own with his favorite sigil emblazoned on the chest. He left the glitter and sat down.
Her unamused look makes Josh feel a little hot with shame.
“A little miracle to make sure I don’t look like a demon can be forgiven.”
“You looked foxy but whatever.” She rolls her eyes and flicks a hand at the table, producing a bottle of red wine for both of them. “You drink, surely. C’mon, don’t act like your demon brother hasn’t corrupted a few of those precious angel feathers.”
Josh can’t help the smile that falls over his face. Not sure what was so endearing about her at this moment. The romantic jazz might have something to do with it. He loved jazz. He takes the drink gratefully and they sip in companionable silence. She was subdued.
With one bottle down, they start a second and this is when she offers to show Josh a trick if he’ll show her something again. He shrugs in compliance, feeling well on his way to drunk.
“But won’t the other people in here see?” He adds.
“No, they all know to mind their own business. Plus, it’s dark in here.” She winks and suddenly Josh is staring at only her head.
He can seriously only see her head and neck. She moves closer to him and now Josh is certain, she’s made her body disappear. She was a dishonest-to-god floating head. Her head glowed gold for a moment as she twirled in a complete 360 to really show herself off. Josh’s eyes were as wide as possible trying not to cry out in amazement. Then the rest of her body reappeared, straddling Josh’s lap. With her arms draped over his shoulder, her all black soulless eyes gazed into Josh’s, practically paralyzing him with her fiery warmth and intensity.
“So what do you think, angel?”
“I, uh,” Josh stuttered. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and moved her off of him. “That’s impressive. What’s it good for?”
“S just fun,” She shrugged, undetered by Josh removing her from his lap. “Let’s dance and then you can show me your wings or something.”
Josh didn’t have time to protest, as she grabbed his wrist with one hand and their second bottle of pinot noir in the other.
She took a swig before letting it float in the air beside them. Her body swiveled around the dance floor, placing herself in Josh’s arms as he swayed respectfully. She sighed and sunk into the movement, drinking from the bottle every so often. When the song changed, she turned to face Josh, handing the wine to him. He drank obediently, which she felt was a triumph.
Hands draped over his shoulders again, she pressed her body against his. He was strong, she could feel his toned stomach. Her regular eyes met his and she tipped her nose against his. He looked stoicly back at her, determined to be friendly but not fall into the trap she was so clearly laying for him.
“You’ve got so many defenses up,” She whispers. “Why not do what you want for once? Loosen up. Indulge.”
Josh smiles down at her and moves his lips to her ear. Polite as ever, he speaks soothingly. “I am having a lovely time with you, Sal.”
She groans, pressing his hands to her hips again, where the curve of her ass was. “I can gaurantee you’ve never had what I’m offering you…”
Josh smiles knowingly, unconvinced. “I’m afraid I’m above your temptations. Is seduction your main area of expertise?”
She glares at him, but there’s a glint in her eye. She loved the chase. The difficulty.
“Debauchery in general, but with how many people wanted to have sex with me in my first life I have a specialization in seduction and desire.”
He shrugs, moving his hands to a respectful place on her waist. His touch is light, but she feels the pressure of his thumbs pushing at the exposed skin. She smirks and snakes her lips up to his ear.
The gold hoop glints and she flicks her tongue over it. “I could just show you what you’re missing. If you’d allow me to put it in your mind, we wouldn’t actually do it. You’d be in complete control. Halo intact. C’mon just a few images…it’ll be informative.”
Josh sighs as the tug of her teeth on his earring. She was bad. Terribly good at her job. He understood why she was here. Jake wasn’t even in town. Damn him. If he did his job a little better, Josh wouldn’t be contemplating allowing a demon into even a small recess of his mind. But, Jesus, did he want to just see it. If it wasn’t real, it wasn’t really a sin to indulge.
She stares at him, waiting for his response. Her hands run over his shoulders and chest. The music swells and Josh’s hands tighten on her waist as he looks up to the ceiling, praying for forgiveness.
“For educational purposes,” He starts and she grins. “I will allow you to show me how you do your job. So that I may be able to thwart your wrongdoings better.”
“It’s just a little sex,” She licks her lips. “Igniting passion in people makes more babies for you to teach heavenly values or whatever. God likes sex, Josh.” Her voice is sickening, it was like she was dripping in a delicious scent that Josh can’t get out of his head. Twisting his values and her intentions into something evil that somehow made wicked sense.
He’s been careful to only open up a small piece he knows he can close, but he almost loses his footing when he finally feels her stinging lips on his. She licks into his mouth and he’s about to protest before the images begin to flow through his mind.
‘Good thing your brother doesn’t have to transfer information like this, huh?’ Sal says within Josh’s mind.
Guiltily, he feels himself laughing. Though his physical body is still locking lips with her.
The room she brings him to in his mind is dark, a red lamp in the corner where two bodies are rolling around. Sighs of ecstasy filling his ears. The smell of sex hanging in his nose.
‘You’re really missing out, angel. Could show you the best thing life, and death, has to offer.’ Her voice is softer in his mind.
The scene changes. He’s staring up at her above him. Her hips are working over him steadily as her naked breasts bounce in front of him, her necklace is the glowing light now. Her voice is sinful as she moans praises for Josh. How good he feels, how big he is, how strong he is. The scene changes and he’s driving into her with her legs over his shoulders, she’s smiling sweetly up at him with her mouth open, repeating his name like a prayer. It shifts and she’s pressed face down in the grey silk pillows, her body spread out for him as he grunts and growls, thrusting ceremoniously into her as she screams for him to keep going. It’s melodic, every bodily sound and the scene of their physical bodies uniting is hypnotic. Like it was pre-ordained that he would fit so well inside her. He feels euphoric as it shifts once more. She is back on top, his hips press up into her as she grinds down. Their faces are pressed together as Josh holds her body close to him. Arms enveloping her fragile frame. The room is quiet as they are pressed skin to skin, her lips meeting his gently. Sharp gasps escape their trembling lips.
‘Okay, enough,’ Josh pushes away from the scene, feeling both aroused and confused.
In the speakeasy, she pulls back from the kiss with a wipe of her lips. She runs her hands through her hair as she watches Josh. She had shown him every one of his fantasies, placing herself at the center of them. They weren’t particularly raunchy, it was all about connection to him and for once she didn’t tease.
“I like you, Joshua,” She says, truthfully, allowing him to pull their bodies a little apart.
He was flustered and confused and embarrassed, but he also didn’t want to run. She had kept her word, shown him a few things and left. He didn’t fully understand the words she had just spoken.
He shakes his head, an awkward smile on his lips there on accident, and she stares at him wistfully.
“I haven’t had someone in my mind in a very long time.”
“It’s okay,” She soothes. “You really are an angel. Maybe on this earthly plane for too long since you clearly have carnal desires, but they were sweet. Every man’s mind I’ve looked into had vile and cruel desires…” She paused, looking past Josh. “Even in my first life, all the men I knew wanted to hurt the women they supposedly loved.”
Josh’s eyebrows shot up in shock.
“The closest you got to dirty was having me in do–”
“Okay!” Josh cut her off. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” He turned and walked swiftly through the crowd, parting easily for him–definitely not a misuse of his miracles.
“Fine,” She grinned wickedly and whistled for Rori, sauntering after Josh.
Back on the street, it could’ve been daytime with all the lights compared to the speakeasy. She squinted her eyes in distaste, thriving in the dark and wishing she had brought her sunglasses.
Josh was turned away from her so she tapped on his shoulder, wanting his attention. Wanting to see him again. He turned slowly and the look on his cherubic face was troubled. She frowned, about to ask what got his wings in a twist.
A shadow stepped into Josh’s light. His hair was long and messy, in need of a wash. His silver jewelry shined heavy on his tanned chest. His black button up was almost completely open exposing his torso and he held a wide-brimmed black hat loosely in one hand and a guitar case more carefully in the other. His eyes flashed yellow when he spotted Y/N.
She straightened her posture under his gaze and gave him a defiant look. Rori growled, but stayed behind her legs.
Jake ran his tongue over his bottom lip, taking in the woman shaped devil before him. “You must be the new demon in town.”
She tilted her head at him and looked between Josh and Jake. “And you must be your brother’s keeper.”
He took a menacing step closer, narrowing his eyes at his angel of a brother before returning his gaze to her. “Something like that. Now, farewell…or don’t, I don’t care.”
She opened her mouth to speak again but no sound came out.
His eyes flashed again as he turned on his heel and said tersely, a command, “Josh.”
The pair disappeared into fog that had appeared as suddenly as the older demon along the nighttime sidewalk and then she watched it dissipate moments later, leaving no trace of the creatures. The men. The angel and the demon.
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Hello! I really love your writing (not sure if I've said that yet but idc bc it's true !!!)
Can I request something with Shidou? I'm obsessed with this blorbo
How would he react to reader offering to kick the ball around with him as part of a date? Would he make fun of her for not being any good at soccer? This has been on my mind for the last 24hrs
Thanks in advance if you decide to write this! 🩷🩷🩷
hi wallaby! i’m gonna start calling u by ur name bc i see u so often i hope that’s okay akdjsk anyways i always enjoy seeing u in my inbox bc u have the best ideas 🫶 i hope u enjoy as always and thank u for the request
reminder: no format requested means i can do any i want. read rules for more information on formats.
character: shidou
- this menace.
- he’s such an asshole god help me
- first off he gets so incredibly excited when you offer
- full sprints to the field with you thrown over his arm
- immediately challenges you to a 1v1
- just wanted to learn some moves? yeah, no.
- won’t even teach you the basics before the 1v1
- btw you’re doing the 1v1 whether you like it or not. no is not an option with shidou
- but yeah he’s not teaching you a single move because it “takes away the fun”
- makes you feel like complete shit too
- doesn’t shit talk but his moves say enough.
- the game hasn’t even started and he’s already kicking the ball in the goal with a backflip move
- he just keeps going too
- really obvious that you’re annoyed? he doesn’t notice
- way too caught up in the game
- scores 10 points before he finally relaxes a little
- that’s also when he had to say something.
- “at least try a little”
- u can’t see it but i’m doing an uppercut motion rn
- anyways of course you’re super annoyed right now
- and finally he notices it
- and gets confused.
- “why’re ya mad?” he asks, almost offended
- please just go off on him.
- in fact i’m writing that you do because know your worth
- loves seeing you mad though.
- he watches you spit out your annoyed emotions, love in his eyes as a smirk crawls on his face
- his stupid, stupid face
- kisses you senseless in the middle of your rant
- you can feel his stupid smirk grow while you both share a passionate kiss
- pulls away but stays close, his forehead resting on yours
- “don’t worry sweets, i’m good enough for the both of us.”
- LEAVE HIM.
unedited thanks for reading!
#THREEEEEE#anyways need more requests now#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#blue lock drabbles#blue lock shidou#bllk shidou#shidou x reader#shidou ryuusei#ryuusei shidou#wallaby
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hi i’m fox! this is my blog where i post stuff that is triggering and related to the abuse i suffered. don’t interact with my blog if abuse is a trigger. I try to tag things but sometimes i forget so this is pretty much ur warning! if you feel like i should be using a tw/cw let me know!
Things i typically post: trauma related art, vent art, weirdcore,surreal core, dereality themes, self harm (i don’t share images just themes of it! i will not post my own self harm) eating disorder (not thinspo or pro ana)
everything i post is mine but a lot of images i do get from pinterest except for my drawings. please DONT repost my stuff at all unless you get permission!
DNI List:
-anti traumacore blogs
-KINK/NSFW blogs (More specifically if u are dd/lg)
-pro MAPs
-anti recovery
-TERFS
-basic dni criteria
quick questions i get:
How old are you?: Im 27
Pronouns: She/her
Can I send you a dm?: yes but sometimes i dont reply bc i get a lot of notifs
Asks/Vents
-I get a lot of anons now, so i may not answer every single one. please don’t take offence if i don’t answer yours! it may be because i’m busy, or the topic is very heavy or i simply have not seen it!
-Most times I will spend about 30 minutes to an hour going through my inbox, but that depends on my schedule :) I try to put them in a q so it doesnt clog up peoples time lines
-Feel free to trauma dump in my blog! It can be about anything!!!
-if you don’t want me to post you ask please let me know, if you want an ask deleted let me know as well!
-Feel free to use any emojis or names to identity you (or don’t!)
-I’m not a mental health professional so i can only answer as best to my knowledge, i suggest you talk to your doctor or a therapist (if possible) for legit advice
You can reblog all of my posts unless i say not to :-) mistakes happen so don’t feel bad if you do ^_^
You also can tag whatever u like! idc if u want to tag my stuff abt ur fav character/celeb or whatever fits ur vibe <3
My main blog is: @phatghettorat (its just a shitposting blog where i just rb funnies or whatever is my current hyperfixation) i would consider this my main but tumblr wont let me change lol
You can also find me:
Instagram (@/traumatizedfox)
TikTok (@/traumatizedfox)
I also have a discord server meant for venting and posting traumacore art/edits/poetry check it out!
have a wonderful day <3
-Fox
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OKAY SO: lee knows's born to die, the angst fucking phenomenal. I think it was genius bc that song already matches lee know's persona. But the fact you made that connection and executed it like that? You're an artist. Idk that whole one-short was so poetic, idk if you know Haruki Murakami, but I felt like I was reading one of his books, it was so weirdly dream like but.. IDK I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS BUT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVES THAT I COME BACK TO.
And then dancing with Hyunjin was so cute but made my heart squeeze 😔 it was fluffy and cute but also melancholic in a way.
But really I could go on a rampage of compliments for you cause you really have such an amazing writing style thats so cute, intense and some times dream like. So thank you so much for sharing your talent with us ❣️ and thank you for accepting my rq too i look forward to it 🥺
oh my goodness…🥲🥲
first. of. all.
born to die getting the attention it deserves idc idc idc still to this day my favourite thing i’ve written. for me it’s like a little secret within my works because it was written back when i don’t even think i had like 300 followers? (edit: i dont even think i had 100 :D) so naturally not many people read it/cared. BUT YOU CARE AND I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT! i am so flattered, honoured, amaZED that you even put Haruki Murakami up there—men without women is a book i’ve started and not finished, but i recommend—is something i don’t feel i deserve! but no i completely get what you’re saying because i’m pretty certain i feel the same thing reading it. maybe its because i play the song whilst reading it too which could add to the tone and atmosphere of it all. but thank you so much for going back to it and even just enjoying, i really REALLY appreciate it.
ah yes, the dancing with hyunjin. something short and bittersweet because who am i to not pull at some heartstrings hm?
i am so so touched by your words and even the fact you take time out of your day to read my work and to leave a lovely message like this for me to see. genuinely mean it with my heart when i say i really am moved and comments like this remind me of why i continued to write.
m’not quite sure which one you requested, but thank you for it and i can’t wait to write it!
thank you again for this wonderful message in my inbox.
not to be that girl, but i’m glad you’re putting smiles on people’s faces and i’m glad i get to be your form of momentary respite from “the real world” if you will.
#diddybok asks#no word of a lie this was such an amazing message to read before i pass out and go to sleep#bless you my dear anon
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my girl advice is so nicki minaj coded and these bitches don’t like it 😒
BASICALLY- i said this
tw : suicide mention
AND THEY GOT MAD
“money isn’t everything” yes it is 😟 i know that bc look at the way i run to these gojo/toji sugar daddy fics 💀💀💀
idc if he’s toxic as fuck as long as i get the key to the benz and a birkin. why? bc i’m toxic too 💀
“baby i’ll kill myself if you leave.” “okay then do it” WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW ???
boohoo, baby. gimme the keys.
and the whole argument about “if he has a good character and no money, i’d stay with him rather than a rich asshole.” i want the rich asshole. how the fuck are you gonna survive ????
“i don’t need expensive trips and expensive restaurants.” huh- well i do 🤣
OH AND- if he’s giving you that BLUE BOX THAT SAY TIFFANY but he’s toxic as fuck, i know id be running back 😭😭 i am willing to get stuck in that cycle of this shitty man who spoils me so good. like yeah baby, i’ll leave unless you buy me that purse.
i’ve had my experience with a broke nice guy and lemme tell you- it’s NOT it. i tried to go for personality and kept telling myself that him being broke wasn’t that bad BUT IT IS 😃 i wasted 5 months of my life like that.
smd if you disagree bro 😭 mmm i’m probably much less compassionate but i know i don’t deserve any less 😹 and if you come in my inbox abt this suck my fat brown balls bitch
#BROKE PPL SHOULD NEVER LAUGH ‼️‼️‼️#also someone told me i’m a great friend#but a horrible girlfriend 😭😭#i had this conversation w my bestfriend a few days ago and she was like#bro you’re a horrible person and you should not be dating until you’re actively attending therapy#and i was like 🧍🏽♀️ and she said that i end up damaging the other person and myself and then ignore the damage i did to myself and pretend#didn’t happen LMDOAKE but then someone else told me that i’m actually a very comforting friend#like as a friend i’m a great person bc i five the best advice on how to value#yourself and not fall for a man’s bullshit#LIKE IVE DATED ENOUGH TOXIC MEN TO BE HANDING OUT ADVICE NOW and if you don’t like my advice DONT COME CRYING TO ME BC ILL SLAP YOU#but like i’ll help you out after i slap you 🙄#like im just that bitch I WILL NEVER PUT A MAN ABOVE A WOMAN#friends are so so much more important than stupid boyfriends and i think that’s why im a better friend than a girlfriend#trust me- i used to be a great girlfriend until i got my heart put thru a#meat grinder and then i didn’t find it in myself to put my heart out like that again#i actively bitch men out and i don’t fucking feel bad#i hardly even date nice guys before you get on me abt that 💀#all the bozos i go for are dickheads and i’m a bigger dickhead#this turned into a rant
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hi, this is 90sfatal. personally idc what any of you have to say about me but do you not realize that you’re upset over a minor who has clearly not been educated on the evan/emma situation.. instead of attacking him maybe it would be helpful to provide the evidence that evan is a victim to abuse & not the abuser. & i understand being upset i didn’t defend evan the way you all wanted but i have devoted years of my life to supporting evan & his work even when the world seemingly hated him. i have defended that man countless times & will continue to do so when it comes down to it. excuse me for bantering with a mutual & then messaging him privately to educate him. y’all wouldn’t know about that tho bc you’re not in my dms
letsxriot asked: if you guys don’t like twitter so much then why do you watch our every move.. saying twitter is insane is valid bc we are but at least we have the balls to speak what’s on our minds freely without hiding. you’re the ones going out of your way to send our tweets to a gossip blog anonymously. that’s so strange to me. just don’t look at what we have to say if it bothers you so much. all i do is talk about my fav on there & interact with my friends.
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i understand that perhaps this person is your friend and you are familiar with him on a deeper level, and that because of this you would feel differently about their statement/how it should be received. with that said, being 17 is not in any way a shield nor an excuse to say outright false, defamatory, and outlandishly offensive things about someone you dislike due to stan war/stan culture.
this goes for you, him, me, and everyone else: what we post on the internet, between friends or not, is public forum and subject to strangers opinions and critique. i know for a fact i have said things on here that ruffled peoples' feathers; i have had entire accounts on here and twitter created for the sole purpose to flame me, dox me, cancel me etc... you're right that we are not in your dms and we don't know if you had a meaningful conversation about why what he said was unacceptable and harmful. i'm glad you did and i certainly hope that he took what you said to heart and will stop confidently spouting lies.
if you have indeed been a fan for years and witnessed the hate that evan received and defended him, then i feel that you'll be able to understand why it's reasonable that some folks would be bothered. he didn't say ''evan peters is an ugly hoe'', he literally accused him of abuse, racism and nazism. it is normal that people would have a reaction to that.
also, i mean, to be fair.. i, and i presume others, are speaking to twitter/fandom twitter as a whole, not directly to your account to disparage you personally. the fandom on twitter currently, is dominated by people who never made a single tweet about him before 2022, many of you guys are teens or just outside of that, and tumblr skews older so it's not unusual that there is a disconnect. that's why i'm here, on tumblr, and not on twitter yelling at anyone to get off my lawn. this entire exchange is a microcosm of that app and why i tend to not engage; it is generally a negative vibe for me, but that doesn't mean you or anyone else should not enjoy it with your friends.
no one is forcing your hand to read a gossip blog nor keep tabs on what my readers send me on here. you used to follow me on here/twitter, stopped, and now are following me on here again because you saw someone send in an ask about twitter happenings a few days back, and wanted to send me a message about it. so in all fairness, you clearly do care what others think and it feels like you and your critics are both utilizing this blog as a vessel to engage in some sort of back and forth about disagreements. to be clear, i've deleted tons of stuff from my inbox about twitter beef. respectfully, i'd prefer that drama stays on the appropriate app and not involve me. criticizing a post, tweet, video, etc. is fair game but this should not be personal. this is the internet and you're certainly entitled to your own feelings and opinions - so are the people who read this blog, who are no more "anonymous" than you or i. like i said before, i fully believe that muting/blocking and not engaging with people who bother you is the best course of action. this fandom is never going to all hold hands and sing kumbaya but it doesn't have to be a negative and hateful experience.
i'm gonna go have my edibles and a bubble bath.
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Self insert allegations are just “fangirl” allegations with a shiny coat of paint, it’s to imply that being a woman and engaging with a male character means you want to fuck him and nothing else. It’s the same as “girls watch sport for the hot players” and not because they can enjoy the game. The truth is that male actors tend to be pretty, that’s why they put them on tv. I wouldn’t personally say Ewan fits into that, but there’s literally nothing wrong with just finding a grown man on television hot. If you do want to fuck Aemond, that would also be okay.
But I find the same behaviour, that the people who cry about Helaemond being a self insert for Aemond fangirls are the ones who post about him the most, and frequently the ones who say borderline disturbing things about Ewan (a real person,) rather than Aemond himself. Like things about his personal life/fantasies/etc. Again, very normal to find him attractive, very fine to post about liking him, but very weird to publicly speak about a person you don’t know in a highly sexualized manner.
i generally agree with this however most alysm*nds and a part of aemond fandom is genuinely possessive of aemond. like they fiercly hate everyone who doesn't interpret aemond as they do or ship him with al*s. they think they have a right to gatekeep aemond, especially from helaemonds so i do think many they have a toxic because of how much obsessed they're with aemond.
the anon i answered to was the second who said i want to fuck aemond and i want to invite them to skim my blog from first post to last and find ANY post that states so.
to me it was even weird to find out that this fandom has so many x reader fics, though that's none of my business
in any way idc about how obessed someone is with aemond or ewan or whatever, as long as they don't act like an authority over this character and bully people who don't interact with aemond's character to their standards
honestly this fandom is putrid and i kind of regret engaging with it. lots of misogyny, weird people who claim to be book readers but screech over non canon ships, bullying bc they're possessive of a character and act like that character is their boyfriend and can only be shipped with al*s (which many project on) or with y/n 💀
i'm sorry but very few fandoms have produced such unhinged individuals
also i'm gonna close my inbox if i keep getting nasty shitty asks
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ok this might come off rllyweird but i just wanna say i am looking so forward to ur webcomic like youve said stuff abt how oh no one will care and im not saying its gonna be the next billion dollar franchise but ok look. i go to a catholic high school and its absolutely miserable i hate it here but today i remembered ur blog exists and i was like oh i’ll see what she’s up to and from what ive seen i rlly like ur comic!!! it looks fun!!!!and i will wait 10 years for this comic to come out if i have to!!!! its very rare u see stories by women for women about women. and its bc of you and other feminist creators that ive been working on my own story actually (which i doubt is coming out anytime soon but we’ll see how it goes….). this probabaly spunds deranged or whatever idc at this point but i wanted to let you know. and i dont mean this in a “oh you should write it because I care about it” but i guess what i wanna say is that what you create matters for your own personal growth and maybe even for your audience no matter how small it is
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thank you for sending this message. I don’t find it weird at all. school+work+life have made it difficult to focus on writing so I’ve admittedly been super slow to do stuff and lax on editing and finishing up what I have... plus the general feeling of malaise that comes from the lack of an audience (compared to what I had b4... you know). so, it’s nice to know what little I have shared means that much to you.
if I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure what I want to do with it at this point. as of right now the first volume is under heavy editing and I still have to write the last one (and lightly edit the rest) so 10 years might be a reasonable timeframe lol.
on the one hand I feel a little bad for taking so long to produce even a single chapter, but on the other hand looking at my first draft compared to what I’ve got laid out after significant rewrites makes me think that it was probably a good idea to wait.
I wish you the best with regards to your writing. if you ever want to update on that my inbox is always open :]
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so I recently checked my ask box to see if there is any unseen ask in my inbox that tumblr won’t at times notify on anyways tell me why there are people that are so damn freaking bold when it comes to sending a photo of their genitals like bro I don’t need to see that I don’t care if you’re a dude or girl or outside of the binary (idc) i have absolutely no right to see your unsolicited genitals in my messages/inbox bc 1. I didn’t ask for it 2. It’s NONE OF MY BUSINESS 3. THERE WAS NO SENSE OF CONSENT PRIOR TO SENDING so if you’re that type of person don’t send any PLEASE no one deserves to see your unsolicited genitals knowing there was no consent prior especially when it’s sent through someone’s ask bc it’s not just the person you’re sending it to but their mutuals are gonna see it if they choose to respond to it basically all I ask is please don’t send any to me or anyone you deserve your body and privacy to be respected… also not mention I put pls do not send any unsolicited photos in my pin so pls respect my boundaries thank you
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Portwell had so much potential to be a great example of a healthy relationship but the writers ruined them all for a ship where 90% of the shippers are toxic. Sometimes I think Rina in Season 3 might be fan service to make up for season 2 just so they don’t lose the viewers b/c some of them would quit watching the show if Rina wasn’t the S3 endgame. I know Tim talked about he likes writing towards Rina & the fans have no influence on the writing but sometimes I don’t trust everything he says.
(this was in my inbox for so long im so sorry anon)
“Portwell had so much potential” that’s it, that’s the show
I never thought I could mourn a tv couple breaking up more that Robin and Barney in himym but then s3 happened and portwell stole that #1 spot (and it also doesn’t help that EJ had such a hard time this season. Like, damn if the writers wanted to breakup pw then fine, but could they at least write someone tell EJ they’re proud of him?)
before s3, I knew that pw breaking up bc EJ was going to college was a possibilty, but the way they handled it in the show felt kind of stupid, they had the perfect excuse of “he’s going away for college” but the way they decided to create drama was cash’s success school???
I’ll admit I only watched this season until the beginning of the camp prom episode, I refused to watch pw breakup, but I’ve read what happened in the last episode and r*na feels rushed. Like, they got together in the last 5 minutes of the season? they could’ve given them an open ending and make them get together next season
and about tim: I went into s3 thinking that he was just teasing r*na to keep their shippers interested in the show, and I really trusted him when he said fans have no influence in the writing (joke’s on me for believing that 🤡), but now, looking at what happened in s3, I’m sure they only make r*na happen cause they were the most vocal on social media (and I do think O leaving the show had some influence as well, like “R*cky’s love interest is leaving the show and people on social media seem to really like him with Gi”), at this point idc that r*na is canon I just wish the love triangle had been handled better
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i hate it so much my connection is so poor outside :( i love you so much i doubt my ask went through i sent you a kura pic but i guess i’ll wait before sending it again 🥺🩷
i already miss you my crystal gem 🥺💎🩷 thank you so much for being there for me
i feel like i’m always repeating myself i sound like a broken record but i love you so much 😖🥺🩷
idk if it’s just me scrolling back up just to read a bit of our conversations again when you’re away to make me smile and miss you less >< (i hope i don’t sound creepy bye)
i’m happy you’re getting some sleep rn and remember taehyun loves you and sakura loves you and i love you too 🥺🩷🩷
i hope this time it sends >_<
i think tumblr did end up eating your kkura ask bc i didn’t see her in my inbox :( i’m gonna fight your connection and this app!! 😠😠
i missed you while i was asleep my love!! 🥺🥺🩷 idc if you sound like a broken record, i’ll never get tired of you saying it just like i’ll never get tired of saying it! i love you so much 🥺
also you scrolling back up to our earlier convos isn’t creepy i do it all the time when you’re away 🤭 hehe you’re so cute
i actually got some good rest for once! maybe i have you, tyun, and kkura to thank for that 🥰 thank you for always be such a sweetie 🥺 i love you cherry bear 🍒🍒❤️❤️
#waking up to an ask from cherry >>>>>>#waking up and remembering you’re friends with cherry >>>>>#cherry >>>>>>>>>>>>>>#cherry bear 🍒
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look, i'm saying this in the best way possible and i don't want to be mean, i just feel like maybe try to be more grateful?? bc you don't have inly five followers and you don't only have five notes in your posts or five kudos in your fics. i think your stuff has a decent amount of recognition and it feels a little like your tossing that aside and the ppl who support you just bc you don't feel like it's enough.
again, i don't try to be mean. i just don't think that only five of your friends would care if you leave, y'know? you have a decent amount of followers and i saw your fics, they did fairly well and better than a lot of other good fics, might i add.
Trust me I’m super super fucking grateful for each and every single one of my followers and friends and mutuals. Whatever you wanna call them. I’ve always been grateful and nice. You honestly don’t know the shit I have to deal with. You don’t get the amount of hate messages and death threats I get when I don’t fucking do shit. People who I’ve never spoken to hate me. People who I’ve never spoken to have me blocked and idk why. And this message is prime example of me dealing with all of this. “I don’t want to be mean” and then you proceed to be mean. Like truly block or unfollow me idc. I am grateful for my friends. Don’t say shit when you don’t know. Also don’t tell a person with a mental illness how they can or can’t feel. We can’t help it most of the time. You don’t know the shit I go through in real life either. You coming into my inbox ANONYMOUSLY and saying this is uncalled for. My friends know I love them and appreciate them. My followers do to. Please do not act like you’ve walked in my shoes and think I’m crying over nothing. I’ve been fucking depressed all week. I haven’t left my bed most days. I cried more this past week than I have ever before. Do you know how hard it is to want to live when everything else is going to absolute shit around you? Do you know how much it sucks when you’re super sick and have a lung problem TO HAVE PEOPLE TELL YOU “I HOPE COVID TAKES YOU OUT”??? This is a fucking website. I don’t deserve this shit. So thank you for proving my point in why I want to leave this website most days.
#juju answers#anon asks#I’m so fucking tired of this treatment#i really am#and to all mt followers I do love and appreciate you all I do#but I don’t deserve dealing with this all the time#tw depression#and this isn’t only for this anon but the recent rude ones I’ve gotten as well
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