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prettyboykatsuki · 8 months

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oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

#return to sender #daddy kink cw #oliver x reader #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #writing tag #this wouldve become a 10k fic if i was not so fucking careful

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yujinslovr · 7 months

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CW: humiliation, toxic relationship, cheating, lmk if there’s anything else!

gp!womanizer kkura??? saw that one clip of her saying “it’s so fun to excite girls” and i can’t get that shit outta my head and her saying she’s kissed so many girls she doesn’t feel anything anymore???? I NEED HER

ughhh she wld totally be the type to like fuck you to get herself off and if you cum along the way then good for you. SKDKSKSK SHE’D BE SO TOXIC OMG

“idk why you’re being so possessive over me? if you’re not doing a good enough job on pleasing me then i should be able to find pleasure elsewhere.”

URGH HER HOLDING THIS ABOVE YOUR HEAD TO FORCE YOU INTO ACTING OUT HER WEIRD KINKS@;$@(&

“c’mon baby, for me?”

forcing you to go out in public with a fucking dog collar on reading ‘sakura’s property’😵‍💫😵‍💫 STOP OMG PULLING AT IT WHILE YELLING AT YOU IN PUBLIC(&((!&;;4839;;

“you’re nothing more than a toy for my pleasure, you’re lucky i’m even with you right now. i have so many girls i cld be fucking instead of wasting my time with you”

NO IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE HOLY SHIT shes the type to not give two shits about how you feel. you’re sad? not her problem. only time she pays attention to you is when she wants to fuck you. you doing whatever she wants just so that she won’t cheat, bcz you js love her sm and can’t seem to accept shes toxic and bad for you.

OKAY BUT LIKE WHAT IF SHE WS THE BEST GF EVER WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED DATING???? like no joke flowers daily, good morning and goodnight texts also daily. like that being the reason you’re still with her and why you always listen to her. hoping that she changes BUT SHE NEVER DOES($@;!(;!:

no and not only her personality, the sex too, it was too good to ever let go of. she didn’t even have to try to get you off for you to be seeing stars🤭🤭🤭 shes js that good at it. URGHH SHED BE INSANE WITH HUMILIATION OMFG

“hm? what happened? i thought you were mad right? so mad started moaning my name and came ‘round my cock?”

not even being able to respond due to the embarrassment you were feeling :((( you were so upset, she came back with hickeys you definitely did not give and smelling different from what she usually smelled like. you hating your body for reacting to her like this. you hated yourself for the moans of pleasure that would leave your throat.

OMG EVERYTIME YOU TRY TO BREAK UP W HER SHE FUCKS YOU OUTTA MAKING THAT DECISION!?&(&(&$(

“such a fucking slut for my cock, you wouldn’t be able to last a day without being stuffed full of it”

in the end you could never seem to leave her, just hope for your old kkura to come back:(((

#i could go on for hours abt this holy shit #she’s actually so?!!!?;!;#criminal how this is my first post on her l #kkura my bae fr #sakura #miyawaki sakura #sakura miyawaki x reader #smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #izone #izone smut #gp!sakura #sakura x reader #g!p #yujinslovr

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Always you- 141+König

This is based on a request:

GN!Reader, cheating, angst? (idk anymore)

How 141+König react to them cheating on reader.

Backstory to make us both cry:

The love of his life, the one who waited for him. It was just you and him. It wasn't a perfect life, that is true and he promised you it wouldn't be. "I Can't promise picket fences or walks around town on sunny afternoons." he said, sitting across from you. "I know, no one can, but I know what I feel for you and it's not something I can have with anyone else, I'm not willing to leave just because you cant promise that. I don't want to be with no-one else but you." your hands delicately caressing his face. And it was true, the relationship wasn't perfect, nothing was, but he made things feel like heaven. The way he held you close when either of you had a bad day, the way his presence was comforting enough.

You knew you'd never love a man like how you love him. How his nose scrunches when he dislikes something, how he smiles when you kiss him. It's too unreal. And you, gosh, you were the reason why he fought so hard to always come back home. Home...yeah home, he whispered to himself. The way he felt so vulnerable around you, how he felt safe. He loved how you would hold his hand. He swore he must be dreaming, how can a creature like you, love him? You deserve the best things in life, he thought as he watched how every time he came home, you were there by the door.

He came home after a tough mission, you as always waited by the door. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. "fuck..I missed you so much." He said, it was so soft, almost like a whisper, his head nuzzled against your neck. He's home.

After a few days, he and his friends went out, he tried convincing you to go with him. "I have some work to do, besides you need to have some fun without me." you kissed his cheek. And he soon was on his way out. You worked on a paper for work, you kept your phone on, waiting for him to call you to pick him up. But he didn't call all night.

I'm wasting my time

when it was always you,

chasin' the high,

but it was always you

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Ghost:

He was nearly blackout drunk, he wasn't thinking at all about the consequences when his mouth was on another person.

He liked it, it was something new, it was fun. The person took him to their place, all night he spent touching them, making them feel good.

Simon woke up around 5 am, a random person snuggling them. Their hands on his chest, just like you would rest them.

His head ached, it wasn't good, his eyes scanning the room, it wasn't your bed he was on, not the same bedsheets, or the same room. He got up and quickly changed and walked away from that strangers bed.

"Fuck fuck fuck." he whispered to himself, cursing his own name. "why simon, why did you fuck up!" he couldn't face you, not now. So he went to a coffee shop, he sat there in his sorrow, wiping tears as he thought of what he did.

"you okay?" asked an old man. "no, I fucked up." his eyes fixed on the piece of jewelry you gave him. It was a thing now, if he went away, you'd give him a necklace, ring or bracelet. "a piece of me while you're out there." He cried even more, remembering your soft words

"if you love them, then go on and tell them, be honest son." the man patted his back and walked away.

But he couldn't face you just yet, he still felt the other person on him. He felt dirty.

It was hate he felt, disgusted he would do this to you. He couldn't even touch himself, even if he was itchy, he didnt even dare scratch.

He walking along an empty road, thinking of you.

"I'm sorry, im sorry for what I did," his voice low, soft sniffles coming from him. He repeated this like a mantra.

A trained soldier, a man who hated lie, who betray him. And now here he was, laughing at his own mistakes. He was going mental.

He was alone with his thoughts and the worst part is that you aren't there to help them go away.

Price:

He wasn't the type to get drunk and flirt with anyone. Not since you came into his life, he was so respectful, always pushing strangers off of him. "I have a spouse waiting for me." he'd tell them.

This time he didnt say that, instead, he let them kiss him. He gave in, took them to his car and had a party of his own.

When it all ended, he sat there. The stranger put their clothes back on and walked off.

Now it was just him, he stared at the wheel.

He gasped once he realized what he had done. God he hated himself so much right now.

He pictured you, waiting by the door, looking at your phone just waiting for him to call you. "pick me up." he would've said, he would sit in his car and wait for you, the next morning you two would go pick it up. Having breakfast at a diner. But not this time.

He just sat, his hands brushing his hair out of desperation. He was so stressed.

He knew you'd be upset if you knew he was driving while intoxicated, so trying to at least do some good, he got off, locked the car and walked away.

As he made it closer to an open field, he screamed, letting all the anger and pain he felt leak out.

He then fell to his knees, crying as the cold night passed him by.

He laid on the floor. Trying not feel a thing, as his tears choked him out.

It was the worst kind of pain, his own heart begging for mercy.

"please..please.." he whispers, his voice shaky and unstable "please dont leave..please" it was as if he was a little kid all over again.

Gaz:

It wasn't like him to break promises, especially when he was breaking the ones he made to you.

He drank and drank, drowning in the alcohol, he wanted to let go for once. But if he knew he'd mess up this much, he would've never left you back home all alone.

When his lips met the strangers lips, it was indescribable, he wanted more, urged for more. By the morning, he walked back home, thinking of all that happened that night.

He wiped the tears that fell from his face.

"I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid." he hit himself a few times, each slap getting weaker and weaker.

He thought of how you'd react. You had been in relationships where you'd been cheated on, he assured you he wasn't like any of them.

You kept him like an oath, but all he had ever done was tuck you away, like his own little secret, a secret he had fucked up.

He threw up. It was remorse he was feeling by now. Never had he ever felt this way about something so awful.

He was a soldier. He was a human. He was a cheater.

All he ever wanted was to have a life with you, and now that future was far from reach.

As his own tears fell down to his face, he sat down, staring into the nothingness. It was pity that he was feeling, pity for how much one an idiot he is.

He wish he could get enough courage to face you and tell you what did, but that even then, courage couldn't help get out of this one. Nothing could. So he just sat and waited. The sun rising through and he was still there, like an abandoned dog, waiting for its owner.

It was a mistake. That wasn't a lie, but why did he like it? why did he think of you but felt nothing? Could it be he was just numb? or maybe it was his own heart begging for this everlasting pain to stop.

Soap:

It was no lie when he said that people are usually just attracted to him for no reason, he joked about it multiple times. But at the end of the day, he was yours and no one else's.

He was a little upset that you had said no to him, but he still had fun.

He was too drunk to think straight. In his own words "natural flirt" and this time this advantage had failed him, the person started to get hot too soon. But he didnt stop it, not until it was too late. He kissed the stranger, but he soon pushed them off.

He walked away from the bar. Yes it was something so small, but he knows you, even if he flirts with others you'd be upset/ jealous.

You and him had a talk a while back. "I think if it's not with your partner, then yes it's cheating." you said, he took notes, always flirting with you, ignoring the strangers that walked up to him. "I'm with someone, piss off" he spit out.

That would earn kisses from you, but this time? he was afraid of the outcome.

So he did was he knew best, he called Price. Poor man stayed up with him, listening to him cry and curse his whole existence.

By 4am, he had picked up another bottle. He drank from it as his life depended on it. He cried and cried. He wished his mother were there to yell at him.

"r/n, please." he begged as he looked up...he swore you were staring down at him while he was on his knees.

He walked home, he knew that if you were in the same position, you'd tell him. And now here he was, standing in front of you. his eyes red and puffy.

You tried to hug him, but he pushed you away, saying he doesn't deserve your gentle hands on him, he walked into the bathroom, and for a whole hour he cried in the shower. Water dripping down off him. He got out and told you about the whole thing.

He was a sobbing mess by 7 in the morning. He told you he understood if you wanted to end things now. He wouldn't blame you for anything

But what he did do was apologize, every sentence you spoke was followed by a soft and shaky sorry from his part.

König:

He didn't like to go out much, especially not without you. But this time, his team would be there, celebrating a victorious battle.

He got carried away in a stupid competition with one of his mates. He was so drunk he couldn't form words.A handsome/gorgeous stranger tapped his shoulder, and after some weird conversation, they were onto of him.

He mistook their flirting with kindness. His team knew it them moment the poor man was just talking about you to them. Because for seconds he swore he saw you there in front of him.

He pushed them off, running out to the alley of the bar. His breathing started to become uneven. His was dizzy, too dizzy for his own good.

He knelt down, his hands on his thighs. Silent cried came from him. He wiped the tears and sat down.

It was nothing but a mistake, if only he would convince you he didn't mean to kiss them.

But this was too much for him. He stood up, barely balancing on his feet. "r/n?" he looked in front of him. "liebling, I am sorry..please..please tell me you saw how they kissed me." he begged at the air, approaching the figure.

It was the alcohol that was making him see things.

And after much struggle, the team found him. He was staring at the road.

"C'mon, you have to get to your partner." a friend said, all he did was push them off.

He started to get aggressive, his pushes becoming punches. It took all of them to put him to the ground. They knocked him down and he felt at peace, his body finding a new pain to cure.

And as his face rested on cold ground, he cried once more. "I love r/n...I love them."

"we know..." his mates finally calming him down..."please tell them I love them." his voice now soft

Should've never let you go, my baby

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A/n: ok so this might've not been the best..but at least it was something..also happy GP weekend!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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birdsareblooming · 6 months

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god i wanted to be positive about sonic superstars because i am about every sonic game, especially with how still negative everything around sonic games can be. It's visually stunning and they actually tried something new with the areas instead of green hill reskins, at least mostly. but im confident i'm not choosing to be negative and picking anything to be mad about.

the game is infuriating to play. when just running through the levels as sonic it's mostly okay, but later boss fights ESPECIALLY for trip's story you have to play more than perfectly, and even if you play frame perfect the game will fuck you over via lack of planning. A blue missile just won't show up on your screen or in a way that's reachable. multiple of final boss fang's attacks are one-hit kills, which wouldn't be so bad if all of these boss fights weren't 5-10 minute long segments, where if you die at the end to some bullshit you have to go back to the very beginning. this includes Fang in golden city, where in the in-between segments things will hit you offscreen.

multiple times in the gameplay you are punished for going too fast. not stopped, punished. hit if not straight up killed. The point of the game is to build up speed, and if you do what it's designed to do in final boss fang as trip, you hit a one hit kill barrier and have to start all over.

Speaking of Trip, i hate to say it but after looking at her for very long her unmasked design is disappointing at best. She looks like a recolored modern Amy. And if that was the point like it looks like it is, it's a dumb idea. They should've focused on making her look like her own character and actually like a lizard. Other than the thing glued to her head she looks like a recolored amy you'd find on a forum in 2008 and I mean that in a poor way. She doesn't look like a lizard or even a sunglider. They gave her a hair accessory and an undercut and called it a day.

activly while playing as her i wanted the helmet back on. it's a much more fun/different design. everytime i looked down at her I just saw Amy. full stop.

don't even get me started on her dragon design. it just looks stupid. not only should they have leaned towards a more eastern oroborus dragon but god it just. looks dumb. not only that but that super transformation seems too overpowered for a character supposedly forgotten by the main cast until recently or just. some random girl.

At this time i have not reached the final boss, this is in the state trying to beat fang and once again dying to some bullshit on the first phase. Ive only ever reached phase 2 once and got hit by an intakill.

i don't care if it's "authentic"

the old games were also hard as balls for no reason. they were based on an arcade-style idea despite not designed for an arcade, where you want the character to die a bunch and go back to the beginning so they waste their quarters.

not only is this not an arcade game, but you already got my 60 dollars. The old games had many problems with how they played that I only survived via save-states.

this game consistently made me wish i pirated it. Specifically for the save state feature. with that feature I would've actually had fun. But I'm sent back to the beginning of a 10 minute long boss battle.

it's 2023, not 1991. why is your game like this. why is her design like this.

especially after following the bullshit that was the master king trial specifically. one guy on reddit sad fronteirs was easy and they decided to make all of their games need frame perfect runs to be beatable.

not only is this a disgrace to wanting games to be accessible to anyone, but holy shit I have a disability. my hypermobility makes my fingers hurt after all this. anyone with worse disabilities are fucked, and again no easy mode or save stating is offered.

i don't know if doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. but being forced to do the same thing over and over again for different results sure makes me feel insane.

if you read this thinking of buying the game and didn't have spoilers tagged. if you do. pirate the game. you'll have a much better experience than I am paying 60 dollars.

sonic superstars overall was disappointing in everything but visuals. and that's coming from someone who goes out of my way to spread positivity about sonic projects because I actively see them. I don't here.

truly the best way to describe it is disappointed.

#sonic superstars #sonic superstars spoilers #sonic spoilers #trip the sungazer

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the-owl-tree · 8 months

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With the hopes that squilf lives to get them, who do you think gives her her lives? Leafpool would for sure give her one with Firestar and Sandstorm too, I'd like to see Hollyleaf give her one and show some appreciation for adoption, I realize I'm just listing her family so Feathertail probably would too

NO dotc cameos NO field guide cameos idc what sort of fanservice the erins think they're providing i HATE it, such a massive cast and you waste such a personal and touching moment on characters that don't even know each other. why the FUCK IS LIONHEART GIVING BRAMBLE A LIFE AND NOT HOLLY THEY DIDNT EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER-

anyways this is like. my ideal fantasy squirrelflight's nine lives where characters are more fully realized but hear me out:

Firestar - Change or justice

Sandstorm - Perseverance or loyalty

Leafpool - Love

Hollyleaf - Family

Dustpelt - Diligence

Shrewpaw - Friendship

Dandelionkit & Juniperkit (im cheating i know but theyre a package pair) - Fun/Playfulness/Taking time to enjoy life while it lasts

Feathertail - Adventure or acceptance

Foxleap and Rosepetal (cheating again but imagine they both show up and they do some playful banter about who's gonna give their old mentor a life) - Mentorship/Knowledge/Learning

#deer rambles #this would be my ideal 9 #all 9 have established relationships with her #hollyleaf and leafpool and squilf would hug #and hollyleaf would be a big baby do u understand #asc spoilers #wc spoilers #warrior cats

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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Izana & Mikey with a Tsukasa like s/o!!

another req from my old blog. i loved writing this so much bro <3333

Izana <3

• izana loves your personality so much

• somebody that doesnt act like a little bitch after killing someone???? sign him tf up.

• despite this, the first time it happens hes a lil bit disturbed..

• but after that?? yall are partners in crime, like bonnie and clyde type beat.

when you and izana were only about a month into dating, a smaller gang leader decided it was a good idea to try and challenge tenjikus king, your boyfriend, izana. since izana knew said gang leader was weak he declined his challenge deeming it a waste of time. this pissed the little bitch gang leader off, so once izana turned his back he tried to hit him, and that pissed you the fuck off.

"you know...," you leered, grabbing your kitchen knife, "only little bitches try to hit people when their backs are turned." and with that you jumped on him. short legs straddling him, right arm plunging the kitchen knife in and out of izanas attackers body.

izana turned around shocked, but shock soon turned into delight. his beautiful little s/o can kick ass?? hell yeah your in tenjiku now :) .

(oh and dw the body was properly disposed of <3)

• i know canonically izanas not too tall hes 5'4 but i feel like hed be taller like atleast 5'9 max 6'2

• let me dream ok

• so ur a certified arm rest for him :p

• no fr yall could be doing physically anything and this mf could just go "oh hey y/n *places arm on head*"

• and ur not even mad about it your just like "oh hey iza :D!!"

• but to sum it up ur the bonnie to his clyde and ur also his favorite little arm rest <33

Mikey <3

• ok so this kinda depends on what mikey were talking about

• for your height it probably wouldnt make a difference

• he hated when people used to make fun of his height so i cant imagine him doing it to you

• moving onto your lil episodes

• bonten mikey just wouldnt give a flying fuck, as long as you love him he couldnt care less 🤷‍♀️

mikey gave you a job to go kill some traitors with sanzu, and you... uhm.. had a lil episode.

"how" stab "dare" stab "you" stab "betray" stab "MIKEY!"

little did you know manjiro was in the doorway chomping on some dorayaki, watching you work.

when the job was done, and you saw him you immediately ran to him. you hugged him, gave him a few kisses for good measure, and took a bite out of his dorayaki bc he always gets the bestest ones <3.

mikey just wants you to love and care for him, other than that he could care less about your urges.

• but toman mikey would feel so much more comfortable with you after knowing about ur episodes

• that last one might not make any sense but let me explain

• you remember when mikey almost killed kazutora? obviously he has little black outs where he tries to kill people with no remorse too.

• so if his s/o was like that hed be able to help stop them and also connect and open up to them about his impulses!

• i feel like that makes so much sense im so smart oml

• as for height i cant think hed do anything but make u try and reach his lips for a kiss

• like he wont willingly bend so u can kiss him ur either gonna have to pull him down or get up on ur tiptoes im sorry :p

you and mikey just got home from gang activities school and youre feeling a little clingier than usual. so you and mikey were cooking dinner you asked for a kiss, just to be met with a smug mikey.

"manjiro frickin sano just bend your head down just a little bit!" you whine, trying to stir the pot and kiss him at the same time.

mikey laughs, smugly straightening his back to appear taller, "if you want a kiss so badly just get one baby im not stopping you ;p"

"MIKEY-"

"Y/N THE POT THE POT-"

• yeah so the rice was a little burnt but you and mikey both love and understand eachother in the end (burnt rice included) <3

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#izana x reader #izana fluff #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #anime fluff #fluff

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Hello my darling Cherry!

I do hope you are doing well, and if I saw correctly, your birthday just passed recently so a very happy birthday to you darling!! Hugs and kisses!! 🖤🖤

Might I request a prompt, cause Im a sucker for some good old fashioned angst, lets go with 104 "why couldn't you love me?" As for the character.. gotta go with my fellow Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.

Take your time, as Im sure you have plenty of requests to get through first!

Xoxoxo 🖤

hi my sweetness!! thank you for the well wishes, i am sending you lots of forehead kisses! angst comin' at'cha, doll 😉 i MIGHT be biased, but Slytherin's definitely do it better 😉🖤 (tbh i'm kinda ignoring all responsibilities b/c i think these small blurbs are fun)

War of the Hearts

prompt 104: "why couldn't you love me?"

pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader fandom: Harry Potter word count: 3k warnings: small angst, ambiguous ending, no comfort?, small cursing!! Slytherin reader!!

You know that awkward phase between childhood and adulthood? Where you're sometimes considered 'too young' for certain shit, but then also 'too old' for other shit? It's that in-between phase where nothing makes sense, yet you're expected to figure out what you want to do for the rest of your life. That place where love begins, and often ends; where education is your entire life, you've no honest idea how to handle money, and nothing seems fair. That place where you hate remaining and want to fast forward through, and yet, wish to return back to when you're older and life proves much harder.

These are the years you discover what you like, what you don't like; where you determine for yourself what's right and wrong; where you have to start thinking outside of the boxes; the years you figure 'I have my whole life for this', but feel the crushing pressure of society.

These are the formative years, 'the time of your life'.

Yet nobody bothered to warn you about the gut wrenching pain you'd feel when you fell in love with someone you shouldn't have. Yet all of those Muggle romance novels filled your head (and heart) with nonsense about if you stayed loyal, he'd love you back. That if you remained attentive, he'd see you for who you are. That if you proved to him that you were worth loving, he would...

Yet, Draco Malfoy couldn't love anyone more than himself.

It wasn't always like this: where you two dodge around corners to avoid each other, sit on opposite ends of the Great Hall's table, how you refused to sit at any table with him during classes.

You actually used to be joined at the hip. Being best mates often did that to people - just look at Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger.

Where Pansy Parkinson followed Draco Malfoy around like a lost puppy, praying for scraps of spare food, Draco actually sought your friendship - much to Pansy's chagrin. He liked to take meals together; he liked sitting by the Black Lake while you read. He liked watching you study, because your nose would scrunch up in concentration and he found the quirk endearing.

You thought that MAYBE life wouldn't be cruel when you admitted your feelings - but Holy Merlin, were you wrong.

It was like any other Tuesday, and you were relieved of your Care of Magical Creatures lesson after Hagrid, the Games Keeper and CoMC professor, accidentally crushed two Bowtruckles - and insisted on paying his respects by hosting a funeral.

Plus he had to soothe the remaining Bowtruckles, who were outraged by the murders.

It allowed the Slytherin and Gryffindor Houses to wonder about their business until later classes, and Draco was quick to snag you away towards the Black Lake.

"Complete oaf of a man," Draco grumbled, dropping to the grass at the base of a thick tree. "What a waste of time, that class."

"He's not that bad," you defended Hagrid - finding the man closer to a gentle giant than anything. When Draco's sneer turned to you, you amended, "C'mon, how sane in the head would you be with a job like that, hey? Man likes dragons more than people."

Draco snickered, "You might have a point there. Think I'd blow my lid working that job. Good things we're destined for more, right?"

"Sure," you chuckled. "Besides, it's not so bad when he lets us out for the rest of the afternoon," you shrugged lightly, pulling out your potions textbook to prepare for your afternoon lesson.

"Must you do that?"

"Do what?"

"We were let out for the afternoon, and you're still studying? We've not even had potions yet!"

Your shoulders heaved again, "So? No such thing as being too prepared. Besides, I didn't do too well last lesson, I want to do better. Knowing the recipe is gonna help me better."

Malfoy quickly snatched your book from your lap, offering an annoyed look. "You'll be studying all evening, too. Maybe you could spare your best mate a few moments of time?"

You sighed lightly, "You literally always have my attention, you child. Maybe I could focus on school?"

"And what? Miss this beautiful day?" His brow perked as he smirked lightly. "We could instead talk about what you want for your birthday."

"Oh, no, no, nothing. I don't want anything, you know I don't fancy my birthday."

"And you know I never listen," he teased. "C'mon, Mother sent me an early allowance, said I should get you something on our next Hogsmeade trip."

Narcissa, for being a stoic, icy woman, was decently kind to you. Perhaps it was your pure blood status, maybe it was your outstanding marks during your OWLs. Whatever it was, you were grateful she had finally warmed up to you - and now, she was sending Draco money? For your birthday present?

That was a kindness you were not akin to.

"I'll let you restock my chocolate supply," You relented gently, leaning back on the tree trunk. Draco grunted lightly as he readjusted, lowering his head to your lap - like usual - and allowing your manicured nails to rake through his hair. You remembered the days he styled it slicked back, hair a bit crunchy to touch. He abandoned the style and opted to grow his hair out a bit, letting the lock hang loosely and soft.

"Deal," he sighed lightly. "You've any idea what you're doing for the holidays, then? Won't be long now, hey?"

"Not yet," you spoke softer, knowing returning home was going to be near impossible since your parents had sent word they're staying with your aunt - in Canada.

"Wanna come home to mine?" He asked.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he sighed again, eyes closed under the warm, last-days-of-summer sun. "Things are a little more bearable with you around."

Your cheeks felt warm suddenly, clearing your throat, "Um, yeah, sure, put me down as a definite maybe - but I'll have to check back home."

"Course," he agreed.

It was quiet for a few minutes, your nails scratching over his scalp; then you're feeling this overwhelming urge to be honest.

"Hey, Draco...?"

"Hmm?"

"You ever give any thought into... Dating?"

This made his eyes open and a smirk to pull across his lips, "Oh, my Merlin - you've a crush on someone?" He sat up swiftly, "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it? It's gotta be a Slytherin, right?"

You felt nervous suddenly, "Well, I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything, I was just wondering if you ever - I don't know - put thought into it. Like, if anyone was on your radar..."

"Someone's on yours," he smirked. "C'mon, what're you on about? Do you need advise? Do you want me to say something to this guy? Or is it a girl - I'm not here to judge you."

"N-No, it's a guy," you nodded sheepishly. "Okay, so, maybe I do need advice. What's... What's the best way to go about admitting my feelings? I don't want to overwhelm him, or run him off..."

Draco nodded, "Well, I think being honest is a great start. Look, honestly? There's never going to be a perfect moment, so, you've gotta create one on your own. Just take control of the situation."

You nodded, nerves skyrocketing to shatter the glass ceiling, "Um... Draco?"

"Yeah, sunshine?"

Your eyes slowly filled with tears as your head cocked, and you spoke with meaning, "Draco..."

"Hmm?" He paused, eyes scanning all across your face. Then, realization marred his features, forcing him to mutter, "Wait... No..."

This time, your shoulders shrugged weakly, "Yeah."

"No - you're talking about me?" You nodded mutely, feeling your throat constrict at the look of disbelief (and not relief or excitement) on his face. "You can't be," he begged.

"Why not? 'S that hard to think?" You tried to play off by laughing humorlessly at yourself.

"I didn't say that," he frowned. "But you just - you can't."

"Why can't I? I'm a girl, yeah? I can have feelings."

"It's not that, I know you can, but-but - we can't. Okay? You can't like me, or whatever, w-we can't work. No. No..."

"Draco," you begged when he stood up, making you sit up when he stood. "Wait - where are you going!?"

"I'm sorry," his head shook, eyes refusing to meet yours now. "I'm sorry, but I can't. Don't worry about Christmas. I-I'll talk to you later."

He rushed off, feet trodding over the slowly-drying grass; leaving you in honest disbelief about what you did wrong. But fear and insecurity clouded your mind, making you retreat to your dorm for the rest of the evening. You didn't bother with potions class, nor with dinner; choosing to pull the curtains of your four-poster bed, and plunge into a depressing darkness.

For weeks, you avoided Draco like the plague - and in turn, he refused to be within a few feet of you. And yes, the entire school took note - or that's how it felt. Like everyone's eyes were burning into you when you walked by yourself somewhere; worked with a few lone Ravenclaws in Herbology; or even took a meal towards the end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

It was painful to endure, but your classes offered as a distinct distraction, you found your days passing uneventfully; thankfully they weren't dragging on, and on, and on, and on, like before.

The cold weather sunk into the air and started to darken the skies. Moisture was frozen in its place. Life dredged on without you, and yet, there wasn't a single care to be given since life felt uneasy without your best friend at your side.

Anxiety drug your stomach lower to your feet as the days grew shorter, darker; days growing weary with the festering of evil once again brewing in the countryside. Dark wizards were popping up more and more, leaving most to cower in their wake; but for some brave souls to take a stand.

Your family was purebred, yes - but had originally lived in Ireland, and could avoid the darkness circulating around England during the first War. After You-Know-Who had been vanquished the first time, your parents figured it was safe enough to move to London - where your father accepted a Ministry job - and brought you with them. Few years later, you're receiving your Hogwarts letter, and then rumors of the Dark Lord returning pushed everyone on edge, but after his return officially in your Fourth Year, your parents are gathering their belongings and leaving Great Britain for good.

Canada seemed safe, so, to Canada they went.

You refused to flee with them.

You were immersed in your studies at Hogwarts, and this was the only summer you technically needed to worry over since next year, you'd be graduating, and hopefully earning employment that would allow you to seek a new, affordable home.

And now? You just worried about the loss of your best friend.

It felt detrimental.

Your life felt like it was teetering on the edge of a wand, just waiting for someone to push you one of which ways. Either you'd be okay, or you'd crumble under the weight.

However, you were unprepared to run into Draco some few weeks after Christmas, finding him (more) pale, sweaty, and thinner than usual - like he'd not eaten a proper meal since before the holidays.

And he looked frazzled, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't've. You were on your way back from the library, Madam Pince needing to literally chase you out, and Draco was coming out of the main corridor.

Where was he coming from at this hour? You had no idea - because it wasn't your place to know.

Clearing your throat, your eyes adverted to the ground, muttering a quick, "Excuse me."

"Wait," Draco reached for your wrist, forcing you to halt your escape in earnest confusion.

"What, Malfoy?"

"Oh, it's Malfoy now, is it?"

You huffed, "What do you want? I don't fancy bein' caught outside the common room after hours."

"What're you doing out, anyways?"

You eyed him with skepticism, "Would you want me asking you the same?"

Draco nodded stiffly, "Guess not. C'mon."

He moved ahead of you, leading down into the dungeons; temperature dropping in a strange, soothing sensation across your skin. Reaching the barren wall of stone, Draco muttered the password that revealed the common room's door; allowing us passage inward, to discover only a few Seventh Years left studying by the firelight.

"Well," you cleared your throat awkwardly, "um, right, yeah, goodnight."

"Wait," he sighed tiredly, turning to face you in haste. "C-Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"About why things suck so much between us right now," he frowned.

"Guess that's my fault, hey?"

"Well, maybe if you'd allow a conversation, you'd understand better..."

You nodded mutely, gesturing Draco forward. He lead you to the gathering of soft sofas, keeping you both semi-private as he sat beside you; watching you stare off to one of the many green-flame torches lining the interior of the common room.

"What is it, Draco?" You whispered. "'M tired, just wanna go to bed."

"Right," he sighed, leaning his elbows to his knees. "Listen... I just need you to know, that you're my best mate..."

"I know."

"And you mean the world to me."

"Yeah?"

"Of course - "

"Then why couldn't you love me?"

It was quiet; Draco's red-tinged eyes turning darker, glassier; indicating he was holding back tears. His lips rolled in-between his teeth, weighing his words.

"Because I can't be who you need."

"You ever pause and consider, you were already what I needed? Or that I didn't need anything more than what you were already giving me?"

It was quiet again, Draco mulling words over in his head. He sighed before speaking again, "You're too good for someone like me."

"The bloody hell is that supposed... To..." You caught sight of the tips of inking on his forearm, "Mean... Draco?" You reached for his wrist, trying to pull his robe sleeve up, but he was much quicker in yanking it away. "Draco - let me see your arm. Now."

"No."

"No?" You scoffed, narrowing your eyes. "What's there, Draco?"

"Nothing of your concern - "

"I'd beg to differ," you sneered with a harsh and heavy glare.

"Leave it."

"Show me."

"No."

"Then don't assume to speak to me again," you glared, pushing off the velvet sofa.

"Wait - "

"Tell me the truth," you sneered, rounding on him in anger, "did you think you could keep that a secret from me?"

Draco swallowed thickly, "I thought I could evade you longer."

You scoffed, "Yet, you cornered me. Saying you wanted to talk. Yet the only thing I got from this conversation was bloody frustration. So, say what you need, I'm sick of this already."

Draco shook his head, "I never wanted to hurt you, and... I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" You repeated with venom. "About what - ?"

"Leading you on, making you think something was there when it wasn't," Draco rambled as he listed, "keeping secrets, and storming off the way I did. I didn't want to hurt you - so, I'm sorry for that, too."

You huffed, shaking your head, "You pushed me into admitting my feelings, and then left me there. Do better, Draco."

"I can't," he whispered. "This apology is all I can offer you, because after this, we can't..." He trailed off as if the words died on his tongue. Like his throat was being constricted beyond comfort. "We can't speak again, sunshine. It's... It's for your protection."

"Against what? Your new crew?" You tossed your chin to indicate the tattoo marring his forearm's skin.

"Yes," he breathed. "If I do anything right, it'll be keeping you safe. And that, sunshine, is why I can't love you. I'm not who you need, I'm not someone who deserves someone like you. I can't... I can't love you, because it's not good for either of us. So, understand that I'm trying to keep you safe, and know that you were my greatest friend - "

"Oh, give me a break!" You snapped at him, glaring at the boy still sat against green velvet.

"It's the truth!"

"What a load, Draco! You're, what? Protecting me?"

"Yes!"

"Bullshit - years of friendship, for what? To be thrown out? Because my Mummy and Daddy won't fight with a madman?"

"Keep your voice down," Draco raged, standing to his feet to go toe-to-toe with you. "You don't know what you're saying, but you need to understand that I'm doing this for you. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from me."

You scoffed, "Easily done."

His head shook, "You're not going to forgive me, are you?"

"There's nothing to forgive," you assured as softly as you could, feeling emotion clawing at your throat. "You did no wrong, hey? You just... Couldn't love me back, could you?"

"Loving you sounds like the easiest thing I could do, but I can't. It's not that I couldn't love you, it's that I can't - I can't love you, for - "

"My own safety," you nodded, knowing what he was saying already. Tears breached your eyes, falling stoically down your cold skin. "I hope you know what you're doing, Draco..."

He shook his head, "I'm trying, sunshine. But if you knew..."

"Well, if you didn't push me away, I could've been there for you... But you decided to walk away from me," you whispered, sniffling after. "I'm sorry for how my feelings made you feel, but you were my best mate, too; and I never wanted to hurt our friendship."

"I know," he nodded.

"Good luck, Draco," you wished. "I really hope you know what you're doing."

You knew that it wasn't Draco willingly making these decisions, and that his parents worked through him. You knew he didn't want that tattoo, but that he didn't face any choices. So, when faced with a choice on whether to willingly involve you in his life or not, knowing the Death Eaters were ever present, he made the decision to keep you safe. That meant keeping you away.

And who knows, maybe after this Wizarding War was over, things could be different; yet for now, Draco chose to walk away from you, and the last of your youth was gone - swept in the wind - paving way for the last of the War to play out.

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Harry Potter masterlist

#harry potter #hp fic #hp fanfcition #hp fanfic #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction

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montied · 22 days

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3, 7, 8, 12, 13, 22, 27, 30, 34, 35, 37, 43, 48, 49, 53, 59, 63, 66

for the music ask game

sorry not sorry for the amount of questions lol

that is A Lot uh okay

3. Do you listen to more oldies or more current stuff?

honestly its probably mostly a fairly even mix, i like both old and more modern music

7. Would you wear a t-shirt of a band you're not into?

probably not? mostly because i'd rather have a shirt of a band i do like (PINKSHIFT i've wanted a pinkshift shirt for so long) and don't want to like. waste the shirt??? if that makes sense

8. Is there an artist or song that you like, despite being of a genre you don't usually like?

i don't think so?

12. Who’s the most obscure artist you listen to?

most obscure? uhhh at the moment most of what i'm listening to is pretty popular tbh but that honestly just depends on what i can find. for my answer i'll say blussh though (uh fun fact at the end of one of their songs they go "X-O X-O, Blussh" and that is why i tag my posts #xoxo.monty)

13. Who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to?

fall out boy almost definitely

22. What’s your favorite song or album from the year you were born?

(i am sticking to my principle of Not Sharing My Age Online so i'm gonna go with an album that was released in any january instead )

transgender dysphoria blues <33

27. Do you enjoy making playlists? If so, are there any you’re proud of and would like to share?

oh i love making playlists i have one for each month and many other playlists too its very fun uhhh as for ones im especially proud of .... uh none that i can think of but you can have my july 2023 playlist though i like that one

30. Songs you love to sing along to:

basically anything by mcr or pinkshift or fob and a large portion of songs by against me!

34. Your favorite song in your native language (if it isn’t English) OR in your second language (if English is your first):

oh god im terrible for this. i mean i dont really have a second language but im learning french in school so i'll count that. anyway yes pretty much everything i listen to is in english but i'll be very basic and just say alors on danse

35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak:

aaaag fuck i cant think of anything. do i get a pass

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

queen probably

43. Do you enjoy musicals? If so, what’s your favorite?

i've never seen one irl but heathers? maybe?

48. Who’s an artist you think it’s criminally underrated and deserves more recognition?

pinkshift is fairly popular already i think but. they should be More So

49. Is there a cover you like more than the original version?

oh heaps but uh probably the teenage joans' cover of call me maybe

53. Is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times?

no? i don't think so at least?

59. Do you listen to music when it's raining or do you stop to hear the sound of the rain?

depends how i'm feeling tbh.

63. Do you prefer live recordings or studio recordings?

studio recordings

thanks for the ask moon <33

#asks #moon!

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huraiyra · 10 months

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HI! TELL ME ABOUT QUARTZ I BEG YOU!

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU NO ONE'S EVER WANTED TO HEAR AB MY OCs *CRACKS MY KNUCKLES*

... Im so sorry I have autism and can't shut the fuck up when I write (essay incoming)

so Quartz is my babygirl and my favourite OC. fun fact he was originally a straight love interest in a CYOA story I was writing on gotoquiz.com in like 2012. how our stories grow with us

Quartz is an emo scene adult (30) with black and white hair that falls over his eyes and he has the all the lip and eyebrow and ear piercings and striped shirts under band t-shirts thing going on.

his edgy boi angsty backstory is that his mom was my worst nightmare ending for myself (forced to get married and have children and hating all of them forever and trying and failing to be a good mom and eventually just falling apart) and so his childhood sucked due to a mixture of neglect, abuse, and having to take care of himself and failing. he had a bestest friend named Hollis, and a little brother named Jade who was the light of his life, until he gets killed in a hit and run bc mom couldn't be bothered to pick him up after extracurriculars. this is Quartz's villain origin story so he ends up stealing his mom's shit and leaving home at age 16 to go off himself or die or whatever the fuck but then he gets possessed by a dude (Edward) who thinks he is pretty cool :)c Edward helps Quartzie murder the guy who killed his brother. Edward is also a 700 year old freak and jackass who ruins his life more by egging him on to steal shit, do whatever he wants (namely whatever drugs he can get his hands on), fight people who bug him, knife himself but not die, and also possessing and unpossessing him and leaving his body half immortal and half mortal (checkered, like his hair).

he goes to check in on his mom one day and finds her dead on the couch (either killed herself or wasted away, unclear) which understandably ruins his life (again) (x4)

after a good decade of alternative highs of possession and lows of freezing on the ground on Canadian winter nights, Edward decides to bring Quartz to a home for other similarly possessed people (my childhood dream of living in a house with a bunch of friends à la Teen Titans) who all love him to bits despite him being broken, moody, violent and dirty. they don't really see him like that, even though that's all he thinks he is. they see a guy who never got to be a kid whose actually really adorable and decent and has cool interests (see: his backpack full of drawings Hollis gave him, stolen metal and rock CDs, comics, tokens from his brother, his 8 pocket knives, etc), who gets excited about new things, who tries to clean up after himself and treat people with respect, and who might shove you but apologizes immediately afterwards.

theres a trans man who takes a lot of naps and gives really good hugs, a magician who accidentally became his mom friend, a strange famous bald girl who likes being as much of a bum as possible, a genius bubbly girl who decides everyone is her bestie, and a genuine and hopeful but miserable man (Dominique) who was just recently possesed and lost his fiance on the way to his uni grad.

Quartz is a deeply scarred human being by this point and wouldn't mind if they ALL blew up and died, and spends a long time running off and ditching them and having some weird toxic friendship with miserable man.

Dominique is weirdly drawn to him even though he's Magna Cum Laude and well-off and never known pain, but he loves how underneath all the jagged edges this guy is genuine and not mean and the way he talks ab things he likes makes him like it too. Quartz is weirdly drawn to what he sees as a melodramatic priviledged bitch who is really smart and cute and sweet and handsome and kind and adorable and nice to me and nice to everyone and I want him to smile forever FUCK.

Dominique uses the magic power he gained from the possession to heal his suffering just a little (through a mind link). Quartz becomes somewhat addicted to this until Edward convinces him it's fake and bullshit and doesn't matter and on the other hand Dominique's benevolent possessor is like are you fucking kidding me your Summa Cum Laude fiance just died and you're mosying it up with this freak and EDWARD??? (theyve always hated Edward) (but never did anything about it to keep the peace) you should be ashamed of yourself

it takes Quartz a LOT of help including having a home and food and peace, having tv and junk food and homemade food, having people who like him and dont hurt him, just being unpossessed and trying to detox and thinking and thinking and thinking and also a chance meeting with the suicide spirit of his best friend Hollis (not chance) (they were looking for him) to make him realise that even if everything in the world sucks and he sucks and pain is eternal, there's no way out of existence and becoming a suicide spirit will just result in endless cycles of rumination and torture and no way out. LIVING on the other hand? it guarantees always another chance for small joy and if there is any source of joy in the world including friendship, he should embrace it. there's no way out so you might as well try to ease your own suffering and enjoy the good. because there IS good

(ps. I spent 5 years writing the scene where he decides he doesn't want to kill himself, because I was going through the same shit, and it finally came to be when I stopped being actively suicidal. unfortunately unlike him I'm still miserable. hey whats my other name besides Sumi again...)

so he tells Edward to fuck off, has a big fight and Edward leaves for good, and then tells Dominique's possessor to fuck off, and it works and they are humbled and apologize and agree to stop being nosy and resume their promise to being kid to Dominique (and by extension, Quartz) forever again.

Dominique and Quartz end up able to talk and get to know each other and Dominique nurtures him and Quartz teaches him to loosen up and they end up little soulmates in that house and get married!!! everyone else is super supportive and love their two new additions, a smart genuine hopeful and loving man who studies a lot like Genius Bubbly, and a jaded but good man who needs a lot of help but is learning to live again

currently my beloved Quartz is taking antidepressants and going to therapy (it's working for him) and spending each day with a friend or reading (my love never finished high school) and chilling with his husband.

ummmmm tl;dr Quartz. I love him and cannot shut the fuck about him. I'm sorry. thanks for reading (or not reading)

#my ocs #pipe down moppet #tw suicide #THANKS FOR ASKING ANON I LOVE YOU..... I KNOW THERES A WAY TO TALK WITHOUT INFODUMPING I JUST HAVENT LEARNED IT.....#SORRY IF YOU WERE EXPECTING SOMETHING SHORT AND SWEET I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING #plz do nt steal and all that. he is truly the love of my life I love quartz he is everything to me #the metal part is all condensed into this metal song i LOVED as a kid and it still slaps it's radical hysteria by born #and iirc the iconic lyric is SUCK MY DICK OR DEATH and Quartz headbanged to that while Dominique was like WHATS WRONG WITH YOU (LOVINGLY)

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all-doggirls-go-to-heaven-2 · 1 year

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Hey I got kinda emotional and into it here so. Skip this one if you dont care but if you're my friend idk read it see if it resonates or smth

I think ill never get over the feeling that im inept or a loser because its not the fact that I'm. You know. That. Its because before even making the comparison between this person's absolute best life and my sick week I already think that. Its bad to the point that whenever I see someone share good news abt. Anything. I get jealous

And like im rlly not trying to brag but I have a decent life by my standards. I have partners that love me but don't require my affection constantly, so when I kinda shut down for 9 hours as I often do no one freaks out. I have sex quite often! (Not right now because im sick and slowly losing my mind) (and yeah this is childish but im very hypersexual and if I did not have this it would be bad for the mind) like there are people who consider me a sexy being and want to have sex with me and then we do.that. often in trios which is such a thing that my 16-year old me would have said NICE!!! To me and now its kinda of the norm for me. When its not just me n my gf having like casual fun sex its a threesome. And that fucking rules!!! I have money now!!! Saved!!!! Im moving out in like four months!!!! I already bought like paintings and tables and shit. Im finishing uni and can go pursue my dreams of becoming a film professor!!!! My art constantly gets praise!!!! And yeah, we kinda got fucked festival season because we botched some documentation but I made people cry!!! With my writing and camera work!!!! And I did that with my friends, too!! No sellout shit, no contracting a pro to get good shots, no youtube tutorial bullshit, i got three people that really liked each other and we made a fucking movie!!! And people cried watching it!!!! Like I got a legacy now. Even if its a small, insignificant one, its a fucking legacy!!! Its there!!! I can like crochet now!!! And im good at it!!!! Better than my fucking aunt who mocked the stuff I made back then!!!! And I make money selling it?? Online??? To friends??? Thats fucking cool as hell!!! Im feeling pretty? Like actually pretty? Not in a fabricated, made up, photoshopped version of me but like. I look in the mirror and I see a girl. Shes kinda messy and probably needs to brush her teeth more but its a girl. I pass all the time??? Old people call me little missy and shit. And yet I have not lost the transfem swag.

Sure, maybe some shit is bad. Sometimes you feel like drowning. Still not quite over that one breakup. Sometimes there's nothing to do. Sometimes your friends are having way more fun than you and you have no excuse to not be having fun. Sometimes uni is suffocating. Sometimes you love people so intensely that you start hating them when they dont like you as intensely as you do them. Sometimes you still put other's happiness over your comfort or safety. Sometimes you still romanticize things to make it seems like you're a less boring person than you think you are. Sometimes you need more affection than you're getting from your partners and you simply stay quiet, because you fear you're becoming like your abusers. You still havent gotten over the "I was heavily emotionally abused for the better part of a month" and recovery should have ended by now. They moved on. Why haven't you? Why do you still think of them? Why everytime someone thinks the kind of sex you have is weird you remember them telling you that and then doing it anyway? You're still the black sheep of the family. No matter how many intense life-ending fuckups your cousins fuck up, you'll still be the worst one. Because you were supposed to be perfect, to study overseas, to be the golden child. And you failed. Sometimes you wonder if you're wasting your life trying to be happy. Sometimes you wonder if you even can be. Sometimes you cry because you're sure you cant

And we just.... gotta keep on living. Trying, succeeding and failing to be happy. To have my needs met. Isnt that what its all about?

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inkats · 4 months

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🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

For both of em! (Also if u can pls tell me their names DX)

I like forgot how to draw them today so. ill put old doodles where relevant. thank you for not asking name origins they're embarrassing. Theyre named Rinnie and Minho and they're only still called that because. Minnie. rest under cut.

🌼 they are my little chew toys, so I draw them at literally every age ever. Usually though they're around 17-25? ish. few months age gap usually to like. 5 years sometimes. 👍

🥊 Minho hates. he hates. hes a little hater all he likes doing is sleeping and looking out the window and watching creatures when hes outside. He loves the whimsy but doesn't believe in it. Rinnie plays/ed hockey for a while thats sort of his thing, he has fun. He really doesn't hate anything, or more can't hate anything? He's very if I'm positive about it things'll work out! It has to happen anyway! That being said cooking is stressful scary dont like it.

🎹 Minho makes music! I know very little about music so. I dont draw this a lot but it's a big thing for him :) And then Rinnie knits, but he's a very stressed out everything is hard any time not spent on the grind is time wasted kind of guy, which means. he doesn't hobby loads.

✂️ When I say they're my chew toys... in the zombie au which im like. really into rn. when it happens minho loses a lot of people fast which sucks ass for him. and then rinnie. when his love gets sick <3 oTL If you had a specific ver in mind. sorry.

🧠 This is a hard one I just love them oTL My favourite thing about Minho... hes. cute <3 hes pretty. and mean. love that in a man. Rinnie is just a very comforting figure hes like. everything. hes cozy and nice and warm <3

🎓 oh wait i think i still have my first drawings of them.

uhm T.T this is. rinnie. i guess. from 2018 this was his birth. and then. agh the second one is only from 2020 ! ? Ive been on that grind huh. this is definitely not my first drawing of minho bc he was made in peak kpop era (2018-2019) but was all I could find 👍theyre. 5ish year old now god. but theyre barely the same people too.

#i wanna do more w/the skating but.#it'll take a while for me to get to it i think.#anyway!#thank you very much for the ask <3 #my ocs

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0thsense · 5 months

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11/29/2023

It's been a while since nippon and nothing good has happened. That's not really true but it is true I haven't made progress on my goals. I've even made negative progress on lifting and running. Or maybe sideways who cares im just not dedicated enough. why do i bother with good grammar on these posts just let it go bro.

I did well on the osu tournament at least, but ive gotta give up on that shit. just play for fun and casual improvement. I fucked up my wrist the other day too and it still hurts. It kinda hurts to type to be honest. tumblr can fuck off with the spellcheck btw. i talked to Peter about his journaling and im starting to think that my thoughts are just way more cringe than average. ur telling me everyone else doesnt have to hold back cringe all the time? i love being cringe is the problem

one thing I remember feeling on the way to see my pt is that i think i like feeling sad. the type of sad where id like to say its something other than self pity but its probably just self pity. god im so reluctant to say im falling into a common trap that is wallowing in self pity.

oh yea I started taking caffeine pills and not taking medication. I don't think its helping so far but I feel less shit all the time. is it time to truly give up? im scared that im losing my mental faculties. I remember I used to try to optimize everything i did. which i thought was dumb at the time because I would proceed to waste all the extra time I had. but now I dont have that drive to optimize anymore. i dont believe in myself to be different anymore. in fact its a struggle to even be normal.

i dont know if ive talked about this before but I tried to go for a route in my life where I wouldnt have to learn to be normal. if I got far enough doing special weird things then people would accept that I didnt have to be normal, and theyd even praise me for it. but now that ive fallen off the wagon I have to just be behind on being normal instead. I hate the feeling that other people will look at me and think I was wrong all along.

Im so doomer in these posts. I guess getting off the medication wasnt enough to stave away the depression. I didnt even do anything today either programming wise. Theres a month left, and its december. maybe i should just start leetcoding now. I say that cuz its the normal thing to say but there is no way I start before the new year. time to pretend to be happy for the holidays.

im worried that it will be difficult to find a job. i want to find a job in new york but i need to find a position that lets me afford rent. i have a limited number of people i can reach out to for referrals and if those dont pan out im probably in deep trouble and will need to take whatever i can get.

there's a channel called hoe_math on yt that has blackpilled views but surprisingly its really popular. the couple vids i watched were entertaining and agreeable and im scared of watching more and becoming a misogynist. the old me would not have been scared. watch and sift the new information and try to remain as objective as possible keeping in mind all of your own biases. now im a thinking plebian. what happened to me? i ask as i know the answer perfectly well.

also i think im bad at diagnosing my own mental state. after taking molly for the first time i could barely tell i felt anything. that probably has an effect on my diet for example, where my instinct on what i need to eat is dull. is this linked to not being in touch with my emotions? ur feelings are partly a reflection of your body's state after all.

i cant even finish this stupid pong game. any mental obstacle that i think will take like an hour is just too much. the true test of will is the will that can give consistent effort day after day. i wonder how neurotypicals feel. does it also feel literally impossible for them to do certain things? what does it mean to just not want to do something? determinism wise everything either happens or is impossible. i have a hard time relating that to the things adhd stops me from doing. maybe the reason im more inclined to believe determinism is that adhd makes the illusion of choice much weaker.

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