little comic based on the hc that his body changes each time he comes back,, this is for you anon

The duality of a little girl

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- shannon l. alder

a small gift for the always lovely @planetarystarfall i wish you the speediest recovery ever. i love u sm u absolute legend

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DAY 01　· · ·✦· · ·　「SKELCATiE」　a gender relating

to，being a stitched up cat plush with half of it's

bones out，tagging @daintykill && @artistrydoll

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PT :　day one of daintykill's 250 follower event (link). skelcatie is a gender relating to, being a stitched up cat plush with half of it's bones out (x-ray). im tagging @/daintykill and @/artistrydoll, I'm also tagging @/yrknight for flag id. please remember to do your daily clicks (link)　: END PT

Hi! Can I request a Yandere Boombox X Fem Reader?

(tw: Lots of Yandere shit like holy hell I think I went crazy with this one tbh (like murder (probably), stalking, stabbing with a glass thingy, probably more) please don't read this if anything related to this scares or triggers you, brother I was wondering if I went a little crazy with this one)

Yandere!Boombox x Fem!Reader:

I loved writing this one ngl, his personality might be a little ooc cuz I've never written for Boombox before.

It may be a little better written in certain spots then others, this was made in multiple days.

I like to call him blocky Lucio (totally not a overwatch fan LMAO)

You were having a rough day. The casual old "wake up on the wrong side of the bed" thing.

First, you get in the shower when it's still cold. Freezing, even.

Second, you ran out of coffee to make at home, went to the local coffee shop just to have them get your order wrong twice. You didn't even get the right drink at the end, just taking what you got, you were in a rush after all.

Third, the past couple weeks you've been feeling watched, you assumed it was just anxiety but were never sure. The feeling was especially strong today.

Fourth, you ended up getting to work late, accidentally making your boss mad. Your boss wasn't a great person.

"Why the HELL are you late?!" Your boss yelled at you when he saw you walk through the employee only door, "I told you to be here over an hour ago!"

"I'm sorry sir," you started, "some stuff happened-"

"Some stuff, eh?" He interrupted, "like, what? Your parents died?"

"No but-"

"Then you have no right to be late!" He stomped off, leaving you to get to work. Apparently they were short-staffed today, as you work at one of those fancy restaurants a bunch of higher-ups go to. It was empty, so you didn't understand why he was so mad.

As you started cleaning up some of the tables, you heard the door open and a particular looking demon walked through. He was wearing a light green shirt with a slightly darker green tie, a baseball cap placed backwards on his head, 2 long green horns protruding from the sides of his head, but what stood out the most was his visor. A visor was placed over his eyes, bright green lights resembling eyes glowed from it, he seemed to be staring right at you. He saw you look at him, tilted his head slightly to the side and grinned at you.

You looked at him for a moment, then realized you should probably sit him down at a table. You walked over to him in a tired manner and asked,

"Hey welcome, just one or are more coming?"

He stared at you some more, and seemed to be observing your features, then realized you spoke to him. The eyes on his visor changed to a shocked realization expression.

"O-oh- you talking to me?" He pointed to himself.

You nodded slowly, getting partially creeped out by the long seconds of staring he seemed to be giving you.

"Yes..?"

He seemed to blush a tiny bit, then responded.

"Well- uhm- yeah! Just me! Haha! I'm Boombox, by the way." He laughed nervously, putting his hand up to his neck.

You raised an eyebrow, spoke,

"I'm Y/N."

And you got a menu and you motioned to Boombox to follow you to a table. You lead him to a table, a table for two. You placed the menu down on the table, then you went to go get water for him.

As you walked off, the man watched you. Your beautiful features, hair, eyes, everything about you was wonderful! As he saw you walk through the employee only door, he frowned. He hates when he can't see you. Boombox decided to get up and look into the window of the door.

As you walked into the break room, you took a deep breath and sat down to take a break. You laid your head down on the table and thought about the day you've had so far, and Boombox who was waiting for his drink.

The look he gave you, it was scary. Even through his visor, you could tell, he wanted something from you.

As you started to doze off farther, you felt someone slam their hand on the table. You shot your head up and saw your boss with an angry look.

As your boss yelled at you, Boombox watched you, and your dumb, sick, awful boss. He hummed and his eyes underneath the visor turned into a pissed, sadistic look. Your boss isn't going to like what's about to happen.

After your boss was finished yelling at you, you decided to leave. You were debating on quitting. As as you walked home, you still had that paranoid feeling, like something was wrong, really really wrong.

Back at the restaurant, your boss walked out of the break room, and Boombox was back at his table. He was staring directly at your boss, he waved his hand and smiled at him.

"Hey, could I get a water?" He asked, as calmly as he could manage.

Your boss muttered something along the lines of "she didn't even get the water.." and went to go get a glass cup.

Once the boss came back with the water and placed in on the table in front of Boombox, then Boombox grabbed it quickly, then stood up and approached the boss.

"You know, it's uh, kinda rude to yell at a person like that," he grinned and took a sip of the water, "especially Y/N, she's trying her best, yeah?"

The boss looked confused for a moment, "I have no idea what you're talking abo-" as Boombox splashed the cold water from the cup all over him.

"Oh yeah?" He hummed and grinned even more, "I saw the whole thing." Boombox shoved the boss down on the ground and threw the cup directly at the boss's face. It shattered.

Boombox laughed, crouched down and grabbed one of the larger shards from the broken glass, and started to stab the boss directly in the neck.

Back at your house, you sat down at your couch and cried, so much was happening today. After about five minutes of crying, you heard a knock on the door. You sniffed and walked over to the door, wiping your eyes and opening the door.

It was Boombox? Something felt off about him though, why was he holding a glass shard, covered in blood..? It took you a second to realize what was going on, you tried to slam the door shut but he blocked the door with his foot, smiled and pushed the door open with a lot of force.

"Hey sweetheart! Sorry about your dumb boss, I wanted to make sure you were okay after that!" He walked inside your apartment and closed the door behind him. You backed up in fear and tried to run away from him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. "Oh no no no! You're not leaving quite yet."

You looked at him in fear and tried to say something but all that came out was a yelp as he pulled you closer and into a hug.

"He didn't hurt ya too badly, did he? Seriously, you don't have to worry about him anymore! He's been dealt with." He grinned even more and sighed, "you know, I've been watching you for a while now," he laughed, "and I thought it was finally time to introduce myself! Also I never got to tell you back there, Y/N is a beautiful name!"

Morning Kiss

(Day 3 @steddie-week: First kiss)

It was a bright and early Saturday morning at the Harrington house. Eddie was making breakfast for the bunch that stayed at Steve's house after a movie night that went on too long.

It was still quiet as the young teens were still sleeping and there was still no movement or sound coming from Steve's room where Robin and Steve had crashed the night before.

The only noise that could be heard was the sizzling that came from the eggs on the pan and surprisingly Eddie was enjoying the peace and quiet.

Until a loud thud and a scream could be heard from upstairs

"SHIT!" Robin screamed "Steve we're late!"

Eddie chuckled at his friend's antics and started playing some scrambled eggs on toast so they could eat it on the go.

As Eddie heard more thuds and the shower starting, the kids started to stir at the commotion.

"Breakfast is ready!" Eddie said cheerily to Dustin, who was the first of the kids to reach the kitchen as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Oh nothing new, they overslept again"

Dustin raised an eyebrow at that.

"Did you not check they were up when you got up?"

"Nope," Eddie said with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a small smirk on his face.

"It's more fun this way"

As more of the kids made their way to the kitchen, Eddie heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later Robin bounced down the stairs toweling her hair.

"Let's go Dingus!" Screamed Robin as she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed one of the toasts from the plate Eddie set out for them.

"You could've woke us up asshole!" She said with her mouth full as she nudged Eddie harshly but smiling nonetheless. "But this IS delicious so I'll forgive you"

Eddie smiled and nudged her back and went back to eating his breakfast along with the still sleepy kids.

The moment Robin finished her food she slammed her hand on the table startling everyone at the table and called out to Steve.

"STEVE IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN HERE IS THE NEXT MINUTE I SWEAR!"

"Jesus Christ Robin! Warn a guy!" Eddie yelped.

"Sorry." Robin said as she smiled, not looking sorry at all.

"Steve we are so late Keith is going to fire you! Let's go!"

"Hey! Why would he just fire me?" Steve said as he went down the stairs as he tried to put on his work vest with one hand and shakedown his damp hair with the other.

"Shit my keys!" Steve mumbled as he went back up the stairs.

The kids in the kitchen laughed at the antics of their friends.

"Steve, come on!" Robin yelled from the door.

Steve then ran down the stairs keys in hand.

"Breakfast!" Eddie called out as Steve passed the kitchen. Steve ran back, grabbed the toast and kissed Eddie softly on the lips.

"Thanks Eds! Love you bye!" Steve said as he bolted out the door.

Eddie just stood there in the kitchen, arm still stretched out blinking slowly, not really believing that happened.

After a moment of silence in the kitchen Dustin asks,

"Has that ever happened before?"

"No, it has not Henderson. No it has not"

🥶 can you do Stucky for this emoji? I'd love that! Congrats on the milestone!

thank you!! i'm not sure what this is but i started typing and this came out. i hope you like <3

Bucky has never liked the cold.

He didn’t like it in Brooklyn, when the biting wind whistled through the alleys and made the windows rattle. The winters were brutal some years, and then their shitty heater would give out completely until Bucky could see the clouds of his breath while he made bitter coffee in the kitchen. He didn’t like the way his hair was always on end, or the way his feet were never quite warm. 

And he certainly didn’t like the way it made Steve’s lungs stutter, and the way it turned his fingers red until they were blue. He didn’t like lying awake worrying, curled around Steve’s lithe frame in an attempt to share just some of his own dwindling warmth, checking every hour to see if Steve was running a fever, if he was still breathing.

The war would come to fix that worry for him, even if it exacerbated every other. Because now Steve was strong, and healthy, and he ran like a furnace even in the freezing French winterscape. While the rest of the Commandos grumbled about the cold nights, Bucky would sneak into Steve’s tent. He would dive his toes, so cold they were numb, into Steve’s warm, glorious thighs just to make him laugh and tuck some of the warmth that sound ignited behind his heart for safe keeping. 

Then, Steve curled around him to share warmth, and while Bucky’s skin sang with Steve’s touch and the heat it left behind, Bucky found that in between jokes about how he was owed it for all of his efforts in Brooklyn, he almost missed the winters in their cold room with the thin window panes. At least there, they weren’t brushing this close with death every day. At least there, Steve was all his.

It’s the memories of those cold Brooklyn nights and the warmth of Steve’s arms in France that get Bucky through the first days and weeks of the worst kind of cold. He doesn't know where he is, or soon even when, why, and who he is, but as the cold creeps into his dank cell -- and later his iron coffin -- some part of his mind always reaches out for those memories. He remembers how cold he had thought it was, even when it was nothing compared to this down-to-the-bone iciness, but he also remembers a different feeling, one that was almost warm despite it. 

He forgets its name for a while, until he finds blue eyes staring at him from across a bridge, and then he remembers what the source of it was.

Steve, he recalls. His best friend, his other half, the sun he revolves around; His warmth.

And those all remain true -- even when the first is finally amended with a giant romantic asterisk -- and Bucky revels in the way he gets to exist beside Steve again, to remember.

Because Bucky remembers everything. He remembers Steve’s knobby knees, and his mother’s laugh, and the grocer at the corner who gave each of the Barnes kids a free strawberry and a wink. He remembers Brooklyn and France, the rattling windows and frosty forests and the nights he and Steve have spent cold and glad for the excuse to curl around one another. He remembers the cryo too, of course, and the endless frost of being the soldier of winter. 

But it’s not so bad, in the end, because Steve never lets him get cold again. He makes him tea every evening, piles fluffy blankets on their bed and their couches. He gives Bucky all of his sweaters, and buys him the thickest, softest yarns to knit with. He curls around Bucky every night, and sometimes just when Bucky is making sweet coffee in their kitchen. 

Steve exaggerates it a little bit sometimes maybe, and then Bucky points out that he’s fighting a losing battle, that he can’t fight Jack Frost.

“Watch me,” Steve says.

Bucky rolls his eyes, because that’s stubborn and stupid and ridiculous, and then kisses him anyway, just for his efforts.

celebrate 1k with me!

I was wondering if you were open to do an aziraphale x shy reader

The reader had known the Angel for awhile and had strong feelings for him, but in their mind… why would he like them? And they were human, why would he want to date someone that could die any second and he’d stay living? They confessed their feelings so many times through writing in a notebook of their own.

What would happen if this Angel managed to get his hands on this notebook and read what was inside?

Aziraphale x Shy Reader

Thank you for the request, it's the first one I will be doing. I'm excited. :DD

I like this idea very much, I hope it will be up to your expectations. Enjoy. <33

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any grammar errors

It was hard to embrace it, but it was harder to admit it. This feeling drilled a hole in your chest that ached every time you saw him or thought about him. His aura was so pure, so good. He was the nicest being on the earth, and you had the pleasure to witness it up close. He was magical, holy, and perfect. What he would see in a straightforward human? He was fond of humans and liked their manners of life, but you felt that you weren't a good human. You felt like there were so many like you, with the same interests, thoughts, and feelings, while he was beautiful, without any flaws that humans normally can't live without. He was genuine, kind, mesmerizing. You saw him as a symbol of the goodness that humans can't have, and never will. You thought that you couldn't compare yourself to him, but you did. And it made you feel like a dark, cold, and empty hole. No one and nothing could make it warm, but somehow only the idea of him made the emptiness full, with his warm light. But it wasn't a good feeling. You knew that he was out of reach for you, even when he did feel like he wasn't. He was the hope and good that every one of men kind desired, what made you different from them? You tried to find something in you that maybe was different from other humans, but as you searched it made you realize that you all were the same, with the same needs. You didn't understand why Aziraphale felt so much love for your kind. Humans were cruel, selfish, needy, and lost, even when they thought they weren't. They all wanted to be different while being the same. Why Aziraphale would waste his delicate love for them? You had begun to accept that your feelings towards him were useless, like the rest of your human emotions. You couldn't give him something different from other humans, why would you be different for him? He loved all humans, you knew that you had nothing to stand out. You'll live, suffer, love, accept and die, like everyone else. He will long forever, in one way or another. He will live in people's thoughts, books, paintings, and his form will never vanish. He will watch over as humankind drowns itself in its cruelty.

You felt so much love for him, you were happy to have the opportunity to meet him. You accepted that your feelings were insignificant and enjoyed your time with him. You loved everything about him like other humans did. He had a beautiful soul, and it shined out through his whole being. His eyes were gentle but expressive, his soft hair laid in perfect curls, and his hands were so delicate every time he touched you with them you felt at peace. You were in love with him, you didn't know what love, was it platonic or romantic? At some point, you stopped finding its name. You were in love with him, pure and human love. You were scared that your love wouldn't be good enough for him, deserved everything, and you knew you couldn't give it. You laid your love onto paper, writing down every feeling, thought, and tear that was dedicated to him. You felt that your heart couldn't take it anymore. It had too many feelings that you didn't experience before. You were scared, the thought that you'll choke on all of the words you would say to him made you feel even more alone in this situation. You locked every word of your love in the paper, to hide all of the love letters inside your desk, where they would stay hidden, at least you hoped they would.

Aziraphale often came to your house, sometimes he would tidy it up, or organize your books. He wanted to make sure you lived in good conditions. He did come to your house when you were out, of course with your earlier permission. On this day he came to water your plants. He as usual checked if there was any dust on your bookshelves. He smiled proudly when his fingers stayed clean after combing the shelf with them. Angel looked around and took a deep breath in. He liked your house, it was nice in decorations but also had a nice ambiance. Aziraphale remembered why he came here in the first place and went to check on your plants. He knew every spot where they were by heart, and how much water they needed. After watering the ones on your balcony he went to your desk. On it sat two small plants, but they were as beautiful as others. Aziraphale smiled humming to himself, watching how water sinks into the ground. His eyes wandered around your desk, he saw your paperwork, one pencil left out on the side of the paper, and the candles half burned. Aziraphale saw some dusk on the back of your desk and felt the urge to clean it up. Your workplace can't be dirty, you don't deserve it. Gently Angle cleaned your desk and organized your desk. He smiled to himself and nodded proudly. He clapped his hands cleaning them of the dust. His eyes catch that the cabinet of your desk is slightly open. His hand went up to close it, but he stopped. Inside the cabinet, he saw some sort of notebook. It was simple and innocent, so why he felt such an urge to open it? Aziraphale baptized to himself, taking his eyes off the notebook, blinking. But he again focused on the notebook, not realizing it. He knew it was not polite to scroll through someone's private things, but his hands on their own went up to the notebook and picked it up. He looked at it for a long time, fighting himself not to open it. But the words that showed themselves a little when page bent invited him and Angel opened the book. What can happen? Aziraphale slowly started to read the first page of the notebook. The words were so deep, full of feeling, and mysterious. He had no idea what they meant at the beginning but was pleasantly surprised that you had such a talent with words. As he went on, drowning himself in your warm words, he saw more and more of the word "love". Angle felt a small pain in his chest, but he didn't know why. As he kept on reading he felt sadder, you wrote a lot of suffering you lived through that didn't know about. Aziraphale tried to figure out about what, or more who you're writing about. He was in the middle of a notebook, feeling confused about the person, and why he felt so sad reading your feelings towards someone else. He took a sharp breath when he saw "Azirahale" written down on the paper. With his eyes widened he went on reading, seeing his name more frequently. His eyes wandered around the pages, looking at Individual words, no more reading the sentences. He felt so much, he was happy that you admired him but so sad that you felt less about yourself because of that admiration. He stopped reading after "I love Azirahale", dropping his hand with the notebook to his side, and bringing the other one to his open lips. He sights with a small smile, feeling a tingling in his chest, that made him a bit anxious, he didn't felt that way yet. But his smile dropped remembering what you wrote about yourself. He felt that he needed to go find you, right now. He jumped up and run towards the door, but seeing the notebook still in his hand he clumsily ran, almost not tripping, up to the desk and shoved the notebook into the cabinet, trying to make it look like he saw nothing. After that, he ran out of the house to find you. He knew what way you returned home so he ran in that direction, nervously fixing his coat.

It didn't take a long time to find you. You were walking towards your house, when suddenly you saw before you, in the sea of people a familiar silhouette. You were surprised when you saw Azirahale running towards you saying your name. You two finally met, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Aziraphale was full of emotions and wanted to say something to you, but his uneven breath was interrupting him. You said that he can calm down before talking which he tried to do with no success. After a while, Aziraphale looked at you with big eyes, his breath still a bit uneasy. You smiled at him, nodding to let him know it was okay. Angel smiled, looking down at the ground. Now he had to say it.

"Is something wrong, Aziraphale?" you asked in a calm tone, and Angel looked up at your face, at the sound of your voice. He began to shake his head as in no, but then nodded without a word, which confused you. Aziraphale took a breath before meeting his eyes with yours again. "I don't know where to start" he began with a weak tone and a nervous smile on his soft lips "I uh… I may involuntarily go through your belongings while cleaning your desk," You felt your heart has struck your chest as Azihaphale said those words. You imagined the worse. "Which I didn't do deliberately, it was more of an unfortunate incident!" he said smiling widely but you saw in his eyes anxiety "And I respect your privacy, and would never rummage through your belongings"

"You saw the notebook." you interrupted his mumbling, scared for your life. Aziraphale looked at you with surprise in his eyes and slowly nodded. You let out a small "oh", feeling like you're going to pass out. "I'm very sorry, Y/N. It wasn't on purpose, I wouldn't do it to you," said Aziraphale with a frown on his face. You looked at him, with a not absent look in your eyes. You didn't know what to do now. He knows now, what does he think about you now? Will he stop talking to you? "What do you think?" you whispered to your own surprise. Aziraphale opened his mouth but nothing came through. You felt your throat tighten.

"Y/N, I… I'm surprised." "In a bad way?" "No!" exclaimed Angel, "No. I am surprised that you see me that way. And the way you see yourself." You look at Aziraphale with a questioning look. Angles eyes are on you, not moving one inch. "I am not out of reach for you, Y/N. I never was. And you are important. You are not the same as others, no human is. I learned that more recently." You listen to him, blocking everything around you except him. "You are different from others to me because you made memories with me no one else did. I felt certain ways because of you. There is a connection between us now, that we'll not have with anyone else. You are different because you choose me, and I choose you." Your eyes start to water, you didn't think that he would say these things to you. You felt so loved and noticed, and it was by him. Aziraphale smiles at you, some tears in his own eyes. "I adore you," he said bringing his hand to yours. You let out a snort with a smile. You feel such relief and happiness. A tear drops onto your cheek, and you look down. You gently take Aziraphale's hand in yours and kiss it, barely touching your lips to his soft skin. Angel smiles at your act and brings you into a tight hug, both of you sobbing with pure happiness.

gremlins for @sso-montana

since the person who coined the term "rosegold" would prefer if people didnt use it anymore i came up with my own (it was gonna be for my au but idrc if people start using it) i thought "goldenmoon" would sound cool so btw if you guys end up using it DO NOT use it for shipping i absolutely despise amity x hunter and will kill anyone who uses goldenmoon for shipping them (dont use it for amity/hunter qprs either pls) reblog to help spread !! /nf if you have twitter pls retweet (/nf again) link of the og tweet: https://twitter.com/lovlaxed/status/1694210962503704964

and also link of my tweet about the term goldenmoon if u wanna rt it: https://twitter.com/V0ID_ENT1TY_alt/status/1695063504703705093

I WOOF YOU for @fakirchan (again, oops)

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i do not have a lot foresty stuff in my closets so um. this is what im wearing to the wedding

the duplicity of the mind

You constantly find yourself in a maze of reality, stuck in a distorted puzzle of truth and fear. You know it's wrong, don't you? You know that the swirling pit of deception will eventually rip the final shreds of sanity from your mind, yet you can't seem to find yourself a way out of it; everytime you try, you stumble over another certainty, and you are mercilessly thrown into another endless abyss of lies.

And there are shadows that do not belong to you echoing each step you make, a blurry face inches away from yours softly places a finger under your chin, turns your head until you are forced to stare into its dark, lifeless eye. It is an unknown force, you conclude, you are but a puppet to the ones above, they are carefully manufacturing your every move to construct your truth.

Yet part of you, the part which is too afraid to speak in fear of confusing your mind even further, betrays itself and protests. Who is truly playing this game? Are you the player, the one who has the illusion of free will, but is ultimately manipulated to build your reality? or the game master; you create the narrative, yet you are still your own cruel tormentor, keeping yourself captive in a cage of your own consciousness.

In every waking moment, you ask yourself these questions, you relentlessly try to distinguish between the physical and illusory existence. But your attempts are fruitless. Slowly, you begin to believe that you were always destined to tire of the eternal questions, and so you allow yourself your final comfort, and succumb to the turmoil in your head.

Perhaps you could have found a sanctuary in the confusion, but now it is too late. ////

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@bitterseadrop asked : !!! — make smth up for kat n milou if u want to :3

             𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 !!! 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. accepting !

        KATARINA   catches  feelings  for  milou  no  matter  what   .  no  matter  what  milou  does  ,   no  matter  what  she  says  ,   katarina  always  ends  up  falling  for  milou  .  in  every  timeline  that  exists  .   and  it's  not  because  she  wants  to  ,   either  ,   but  milou  makes  katarina  feel  ALIVE  more  than  anyone  ever  COULD  ,   makes  her  feel  seen  as  a  human  when  her  entire  life  up   until  RECENTLY  .   however  ,  the  flaw  in  that  ,  is  ,   inevitably  ,  because  of  who  katarina  is  ,  what  she  shows  milou  and  what  MILOU  percieves  as  "  katarina  "   is  just  ...  not  her  ?   her  entire  life  story  is  a  lie  ,  her  working  as  a  BOTTLE  GIRL  /  as  a  dancer  at  a  club   (   stripper  )   ---  because  all  of  it  is  really  just  her  undercover  story  .  

         and  even  as  she  gets  CLOSER  to  her  ,   all  she  gets  is  more  guilt  because  she  feels  like  she's  LYING  to  her  .   milou  thinks  she's  this  coy  ,  flirty  ,   sweet  ,  mysterious  GIRL   because  that's  all  she  SHOWS  and  offers  to  her  ,   and  as  she  gets  closer  to  her  it  just  solidifies  for  katarina  that  irregardless  of  how  milou  views  her  that  it  will  never  EVER  be  her  ;   that  even  if  she  loves  and  values  feeling  human  ,  it's  only  BASED  on  this  cover  that's  not  her  .  not  really  .   every  single  time  she  tells  her  how  good  of  a  person  she  is  ,  how  beautiful  she  is  ,  any  kind  of  positivity  is  automatically  drowned  out  by  the  fact  that  their  friendship  is  born  on  a  LIE  and  katarina's  feelings  for  MILOU  just  can't  be  valid  because  milou  doesn't  know  her  .  not  REALLY  .

         and  it  hurts  ,  because  katarina  has  feelings  for  all  aspects  of  this  person  ,  but  ...  she  gets  this  real  person  and  milou  gets  a  shell  of  a  person  her  boss  created  for  her  .  and  god  ,  does  katarina  want  to  tell  her  .  tell  her  every  single  LIFE  she's  snuffed  out  ,   tell  her  she's  dangerous  ,  that  she  hates  herself  ,   that  she'd  do  anything  to  be  like  this  person  milou  thinks  she  is  ,   but  she  can't  .  to  tell  her  that  she  didn't  grow  up  with  this  loving  family  and  just  had  to  support  herself  through  this  profession  because  she's  an  artist  ,   that  she  grew  up  not  knowing  how  to  read  .   didn't  know  how  to  do  math  .  didn't  even  know  how  to  spell  her  name  until  she  was  eight  or  nine  years  old  .   but  she  can't  tell  that  to  her  ,  because  it  jeopardizes  her  cover  ,  and  her  .  so  all  she  can  provide  to  her  is  a  pretty  face  and  a  story  that  isn't  even  her s  ,  and  falling  in  love  with  a  girl  who  will  never  fundamentally  love  her  back  because  she  doesn't  know  who  katarina  is  and  katarina  never  will  tell  her  . 

      i  think  the  day  she  finishes  one  of  her  marks  that  got  her  in  the  same  vicinity  of  milou  , she  confesses  to  milou  that  she's  been  in  love  with  her  ,  and  then  the  next  day  katarina's  gone  ,  off  to  the  next  mark  ,  and  without  a  trace  .  her  apartment  is  completely  bare  ,   her  cell  phone  disconnected  and  she  absolutely  ,   does   not  say  goodbye  .

some fanart for the tail of sun and moon fic !!!! im gonna do so more but like,,, art is hard okay but anyways i worship this fic its one of my new favorites all right @omenofthevoid

@imrtale

just a few more steps. eden o'connor had once thought that same thing, when she tried to leave her apartment for the first time after bens death. just a few more steps and she'd be out the door and that meant she'd have done better than the day prior. that is all she had kept doing, telling herself that today was better than yesterday only, today wasn't better. each week nothing got better. time went on, yet she had remained stuck in a day she would never forget. moving back to town was meant to make everything better, and now she wondered if this was all her fault, if staying away meant he'd still be here, and what did she have to show for it? the bakery, and that was it. customers that came by every day and yet nobody cared enough to see that she was not okay. every night when the silence came, she would break all over again and every morning the same mask went on.

the guilt ate away at her, that she never got to tell ben that.. she'd been turned, bitten, and became what their family was meant to hate. she would never know if her brother would have accepted her, if he'd have changed the way of the hunters. she would never know if he would have still seen her as his darling little sister.

she'd come to a rooftop, tallest one in the town. a high rise. it didn't have to be a windy day for it to be bitterly cold up here. see, people asked her every day if she was doing okay, but nobody meant it. everyone just went along happy when she faked a smile and believed her fine but, how could she ever be fine again when loneliness hollowed a crater in her chest? she was a wolf without a pack, a human without her family, a girl... who had lost her path. tired, abandoned and broken.

just a few more steps. she thought, just a few more and it could all go away, be over. the pain could stop. it could all just stop. she'd climbed onto the buildings ledge, and was just a few steps from it's end, her arms spread wide for balance and the cotton material of her blouse flounced wildly with her hair. she was freezing cold and you could see it. the falling tears left streams of heat along her cheeks.

eden never heard anyone else come onto this roof, she never felt the eyes on her. in truth it felt like she had died that same day, but nobody noticed because it wasn't her body taken to a morgue. "i'm gonna come home ben."