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Not a request but I wanted to thank you for your time and energy! Like, seriously, thank you for sharing your writing with us all. You don't have to but you do and it's all really cool. Just like you. 😎 I hope you're doing well and if not, things look up for you very soon. ❤️
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Thank you ❤️
I know this blog is just a hobby, but with my lack of time to create and lack of confidence, I often feel like I'm not doing enough to help this page grow haha
Reading comments and anons like your's really makes me feel appreciated ❤️ and I do read all of them, even if I take a bit to respond
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cancer? me too. i was born in june.
Aight, this is pretty fucking funny lol
I deleted the post, because my anxiety has been making me do some unexplainable things lately. I don't know why I deleted it. But this is in response to me donating money to a children's cancer hospital.
Thank you for genuinely making me chuckle.
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sorry this might be personal
but you haven't talked about your s/o in a while, are you still together?
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Yeah, I've just been too psychologically tired to be online haha ❤️
Both the big man and my little man are still here ❤️
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*NSFW* Task Failed Successfully? (Subby!Yandere x Tsundere!Reader)
CW: dub con, GN Reader, power bottom reader, role reversal, drugging, silly little slut post, slightly rough, mild cum inflation
"I mean it!" The alchemist yanked back the vial he had almost handed his customer, nervous about how it seemed that the customer wasn't truly listening to a word he was saying. "It would be very bad if you gave this love potion to someone already in love with you! It's very potent, and is only made to create feelings of affection when there is none present!"
The young man smiled sadly, never removing his unblinking gaze from the bright pink potion. "Trust me... I'm not even sure that they like me."
(Reader), Lord Milos' unrequited love and best friend since childhood, arrived at his manor for tea time, dressed in their finest. Only their personal maid knew how long they took getting ready each time the two were to spend time together.
Milos was dashing. Incredibly handsome and kind and talented; he was the most eligible bachelor in the continent. And in his presence (Reader) felt.. inadequate. It didn't matter if he made their chest tight and their knees weak, nor that just the sight of his smile made them wish to kiss his distractingly beautiful face. They were so overwhelmed with how they felt, that sometimes their intrusive thoughts demanded that they bite him, or wring his neck (in a similar way that one might feel the need to crush a kitten or baby rabbit).
So when they entered his private study, and saw his slightly sweaty face, eyes wide and manic overjoyed to see his best friend, (Reader) had to bite their inner cheek to prevent themselves from smiling. Because there was absolutely no way that someone as perfect as Milos could ever love them back.
"(Reader)! You made it!" He nervously tried to push back his black hair away from his forehead.
"You act like I often stand you up." Their voice accidentally held more bitterness than they intended; feeling genuinely insulted. They never missed a tea party, no matter what was going on in their life.
"Ah, yes, well, I know you're a busy person!" He replied with a dazzling smile, pulling out a chair for the new arrival to his tea party for two.
Unable to cope with the embarrassment of having an angel so close to them after doing something like pulling out a chair for them, (Reader) quickly stole Milos' original seat, visibly deflating the poor man. "You said you had something to show me?" They coldly attempted to turn the attention from the chairs onto something else.
And just like that he was a melting mess again, his face twitching from how hard he was smiling. "YE-yes! I've got a new tea I wanted you to try!" He sang out, fumbling his hands to quickly pour his friend a suspiciously pastel colored drink.
(Reader) scoffed. "You called me all this way just for a new blend??" 'How adorable..'
Despite their attitude, they still rose the cup to their lips. At first, it tasted just like a regular fruity herbal tea, nothing special, but then it suddenly became hot.
Their eyes drooped a little as a warm feeling spread quickly throughout their body, like they had just stepped into a bath. For a second, they thought that Milos had tricked them into drinking a strong liquor, but before they could think on it further, the world became rosy and warm..
And like it was a dream, they lost their ability to control themselves.
Milos watched as their usually hard face softened, their shoulders sagging as their posture became less composed. "How do you like the tea?" He asked softly, worried that it somehow didn't work.
(Reader) stiffened up again, like they were surprised to see Milos there. Their glazed over eyes opened as wide as they could, and their lips pressed into a tight line as they rubbed their knees together oddly.
"(Reader)?"
"Don't fucking say my name." What Milos assumed to be venom dripped from their lips as his best friend snarled at him like a wild animal.
"What-? I'm sorry! What's wrong, (Reader)??" Maybe he was given the wrong potion? Maybe they hated him so much that the potion only agitated them? Maybe-
(Reader) slammed the fine china down hard enough to chip the teacup. The young bachelor flinched nervously, but was unable to flee as they stood up aggressively, marching around the small table he had in his study.
The front of his silky shirt felt cool in (Reader's) feverish hand as they roughly grabbed it in one shaky fist, yanking the man up into their face, smacking their heads together as they smashed their lips against his. Their teeth scraped against his lip painfully from the force. It was less of a kiss, and more of a violently prolonged headbutt.
When they did pull away, Milos looked confused and excited at the same time, with blood forming on his bottom lip. "What-"
"Can't you shut the fuck up for once?"
Milos released a shocked gasp as (Reader) ripped his shirt open, popping off several of his ornate buttons. It was just a love potion! They were just supposed to feel affection for him! "Please, (Reader), is everything-?!"
The chair rocked back, throwing the two onto the cold tile floor. But while Milos needed a second to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him, it was almost like (Reader) didn't register the fall at all, now on top of him with their hands on his chest, and one knee in-between his thighs, slowly sliding dangerously close to his half formed erection.
As the knee made contact, it made Milos squeak in excitement and fear, feeling their leg gently rub against his pants.
"Not.." He felt a wave of guilt. This was wrong, and he knew it. All he wanted was for his friend to accept a date with him, and now he felt as though he was about to take advantage of them. ".. not like this."
A tear landed on his cheek. But it wasn't his own.
A look of disgust etched into (Reader's) features, with a spiteful smile becoming wet with tears. "I understand.. I'm truly that unworthy of your love?"
"What? No-!"
"Well dear friend," they grabbed him by his neck, bringing his face up to theirs, "if you're going to hate me no matter what, I might as well continue."
It was difficult to breathe, with their fingers digging into the sides of his neck and their tongue down his throat. They only eased up whenever his hands would go limp as he pathetically pawed at their knuckles. His cheeks were so red he was almost purple, but most embarrassingly was the hard-on that was begging for release.
His hips wiggled against their leg, trying to relieve the tightness.
(Reader) dropped him, standing suddenly. "Are you.. turned on by this?"
Before Milos could respond, his best friend, the person he had been madly in love with for his entire life, unbuttoned their pants, dropping them to their ankles and kicking them off to the side. He could see their everything. The words he wanted to say, the confession he had practiced, lost in his mouth.
"You've always been so selfish. Inviting me over, being so sweet to me." They pulled his bottoms down just far enough to release his cock, allowing it to slap against his stomach. "Do you know how often I fucked my pillow at night, imagining this dick?"
As they played with his red, swollen tip with one hand, they shoved their fingers into his mouth with the other. Instinctively he sucked on their fingers without knowing why, wishing that they would touch more of him.
Pulling away made Milos whine, embarrassing himself with his own neediness. Then he saw their spit slickened fingers enter their own hole. They slid in easily, lubricating and stretching themselves out right above him.
"I've waited long enough for this moment, my dearest friend.. I'm not taking no for an answer."
They lowered themselves onto Milos, and he watched as he disappeared into the body he helped wetten.
It was too tight. Tears formed from the force of Milos squeezing his eyes shut, desperate to not instantly cum.
They didn't even notice, too overwhelmed with magically enhanced pleasure. "Fuck! This is much better than touching myself!" They moved quickly, fucking Milos like a personal toy. "Is this because of that tea? Or is your dick that good?!"
(Reader) didn't try to control their volume, and the praises they were giving Milos was making him moan underneath them like a bitch. Their nails dug into his chest as they leaned down, biting his neck hard enough to bruise.
Despite his best efforts, Milos couldn't hold it in any longer, cumming deeply inside of his best friend. Tears fell as (Reader) continued grinding against his hips, clenching around his sensitive cock while he finished his climax. They didn't notice that he had finished until he was twitching painfully underneath them, trying to desperately pull his deflating penis out of them.
Shame further fueled his tears as he looked at their mildly disappointed expression. "I'm sorry-"
"Well, that just won't do."
"(Reader), please, I'm sorry-"
They stood up, giving him a perfect view of his fluids dripping out of their puffy, abused body, leaking down their ass and thighs. But instead of leaving, grabbing their pants and never returning like he feared, they grabbed their still nearly full tea cup, and before he could crawl away their fingers were grasping his jaw tightly, forcing his mouth open as they poured in the drink.
"I love you I love you I love you!!" Milos screamed almost unintelligibly, drool and sweat soaking his face and torn shirt. Hickies and bruises and scratches covered his body as he lay underneath (Reader), still fucking him nearly an hour later.
His orgasms were painful now, and he lost track of how many times he emptied himself into (Reader's) raw hole.
Their fingers were in his ass, rubbing his prostate as his dick felt like it was going to break. He cried loudly as he came again, visibly filling the stomach above him as their body overflowed with his cum, stretching them out.
As the drug began to ease up, there was a moment of euphoria as Milos saw how much more (Reader) was seemingly affected than him, realizing just how deeply they always loved him, before they reached for the tea once more.
"Just a little more~ I promise~ You've got over a decade's worth of fucking you owe me~"
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Ever watch a show and recognize symptoms of your mental illness in a character who is supposed to be unlikable/trashy?
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I got followed home on my way from work
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you are AWESOME
that's all i wanted to say
Thank you 🥺
My job is trying to fuck me over and I'm playing the phone game with doctors right now, trying to keep my non union shit job and figure out if I need surgery or not. Feel like a failure for telling them I was in pain instead of sucking it up, and feeling punished (I just don't know why).
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Me, watching this man literally torture the protagonist: What a babe ❤️
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Inbox is open? 😭
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Only for questions and still little comments ❤️
My reqs are ❤️closed❤️
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I saw your post on Tom Lehrer, you should checkout The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid and Bust Your Kneecaps by Pomplamoose
The Dismemberment Song wasn't so much my style, but I really liked Bust Your Kneecaps ❤️❤️ that was really cute! Thank you for the recs!!!
Another song with yandere vibes is Birdhouse In Your Soul
It's a story told by a nightlight lol I don't know how a nightlight could commit murder, but he's always watching you ❤️ someone in the comments was kind enough to type out all the lyrics, which was good for me because my phone did not like the video quality lol
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Why won't you love me like I love you?
God, every single time I look at you, it feels like my chest is crumpling in on itself.
The pain is unbelievable.
Why do you smile like that?
That smile hurts so fucking much. I want to bite your face. Just.. latch onto your cheek, just hard enough to draw blood.
It's infectious. Even if you were smiling because of someone else, it makes me smile too. And I hate that.
Why do I hate it?
Why do I feel like clawing open my skin; ripping the corners of my mouth so I can never smile again?
Please look at me.
It feels so good when you look at me.
Maybe I'm a masochist.
It still hurts. My ribcage is still cracking and my heart is throbbing so heavily that I can feel it as it threatens to fall out in front of you.
But what hurts the most, is that you say you love me.
Why don't you feel this way too?
Why aren't you grabbing my face with both of your beautiful fucking hands and sinking your teeth into my nose?!
Why don't you look at me like you're going to puncture my eyes just because it hurts you for me to look at you?!
What do I need to do to make you love me like I love you?
If I disappeared, would you go mad searching for me? Or would you move on almost immediately?
Maybe, if you were "abducted" and I rescued you, you would realize that you can't live without me..
You would finally see how much you need me.
Then your eyes would look at me with the same hunger I feel for you, and your body would ache with the same agony I suffer.
I would give anything for that.
Please just..
Love me.
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*tucks you in with a teddy bear and gives you a little kiss on your forehead because your going through too much and you actually DESERVE a break*
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i dunno if you like cookies and milk you could be allergic or somethin'
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Thank you ❤️
I'm in the urgent care waiting room right now, but they said they might not even be able to see me today. It's just one thing after another haha.. I really appreciate the thought ❤️ (and I could really go for a cookie rn)
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I love my baby boy, but he just proves that I may never be "ready" for a human child.
Just watched my precious baby drag his little kitty ass across the floor because he couldn't poop, then startle himself when he stood up straight and the shit finally fell out.
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To Love You (Platonic Yandere! Child x Monster!Reader)
Chapter 0: The Body I Stole
(CW: death, femme bodied gender neutral reader, child abuse) very short prologue for a story idea I had
There was a muffled sound of a woman struggling quietly as she chased the terrified gasps of a child running for his life. A small boy, maybe five years old, covered in scrapes and bruises new and old, was fleeing his mother as she limped after him.
Avery had caused the accident.
Her eyes were cold and sharp, glaring at the road ahead of her as they drove down the curvey mountain. It wasn't his fault, the scene at the birthday party, but his mother didn't believe it. She never did. The fear of being "disciplined" was something Avery never really shook, in fact, it was something he learned to expect..
He didn't know why he did it. But a surge of adrenaline electrocuted his fingertips, and launched his little arms towards her and the steering wheel. The family car swerved towards the trees, rolling twice before smashing into a tree.
The mother was practically dragging her shattered ankle through the weeds as she tried to catch her kid.
"AVERY! COME BACK HERE RIGHT! NOW!" Her voice tore through the woods. The venomous words that promised pain was heard by more than just Avery, however.
They didn't know what the situation was, nor did they care.. All (Reader) could think about was their hunger.
A twig snapping made the woman stop, believing she had found her child. The scowl on her beautiful features deepened, making the woman look more like a monster than the creature who had just woken up.
"Avery. If you come out right now I won't be mad. I promise."
Even to a monster that had been sleeping for the past hundred or so years, her lies were obvious. (Reader) listened to the little one covering his mouth a few feet away, and guessed that he was the Avery this woman was speaking to. But unfortunately for her, Avery was hiding in the opposite direction.
She couldn't even fake a smile as she hobbled over towards where the monster hid, stretching out their creaky joints.
As she passed the thick trees to where she heard the snapping branches, a small look of hateful triumph was shattered as she found something else standing where she assumed her son would be. The eight foot tall creature with grey skin smiled down at the human. Their body smelled of dirt and moss, but looked like a mummified corpse stretched out. Black hair fell around their shoulders, almost covering their six, blood red eyes, focusing on the trembling prey before them.
Her beautifully painted lips weren't given a chance to scream before the creature opened it's jagged toothed maw, and bit her pretty little head in half.
(Reader's) strong jaw crushed the woman's skull easily, splashing her soft innards down their throat and across their naked chest. It had been so long since they ate that they forgot to take the basic feeding steps.
What was her height? Her hair color? Her chest size? They forgot to care. It wasn't until the only thing left of her body was her left leg.
"Ah.. I made a mistake." (Reader) mumbled to themselves as they tried to recall what their meal's appearance was. If they hadn't been starving, they would have morphed into their new persona before eating them.
They did their best in replicating the woman.
Their spine snapped loudly as they shrunk, hair and skin rapidly changing in color and texture, until they were the woman as they somewhat recalled her to be. 'I'll just find a better suit later..'
Not even the woman's clothes remained in the bloody aftermath. (Reader) sighed as they shook her leg. 'My starvation made me sloppy.' They finished off the last leg of their meal, before turning and surprising themselves with the appearance of a small boy with black hair watching them. (Reader's) new eyes widened, having been so focused on their food that they hadn't noticed him sneaking up on them.
As they contemplated killing and taking the young boy's form, he surprised them again, rushing forward suddenly and wrapping his thin arms around (Reader's) naked flesh.
A/N: I know it's short, but I had an idea for a multiple chapter story, with a clingy adoptive son ❤️ needed to get the OG mother out of the way before the story, because even though this is what I want to happen in the story, it doesn't fit the way I want the first chapter to start haha
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How would the yanderes react to reader having super bad anxiety?
-😶‍🌫️anon
I didn't know if you wanted generic yandere subtypes, or specific characters, so I just chose a few of my favorite OCs!
Listed from (arguably) best yandere to worst (when it comes to dealing with anxiety) Some NSFW towards the bottom ❤️
Kirtch (10/10) expert
❤️ Knows all about anxiety (he is an expert an humans)
✨ Might seem a little cold, but that's because he will go into immediate nerd doctor mode
❤️ He would prefer to solve your anxiety issues without the use of the collar
✨ So expect a lot of pampering and note taking, presenting you with different solutions he's read about in outdated psychiatry books while watching you diligently
❤️ Baths with snacks and deep breathing exercises
✨ Would neglect his duties for you, and when you eventually look to be doing better, he's baby monitoring your room so he can leave work the moment you look like you need him <3
Lydia (9/10) too clingy
❤️ Undead, weighted blanket
✨ She doesn't understand what "anxiety" is, but knows it makes you look sad? Scared?
❤️ She doesn't like it, and it makes her mad that she can't kill it for you
✨ Since you won't tell her how to fix it, she keeps you inside the apartment
❤️ Expect a lot of kisses, everywhere
✨ The second it looks like you're hyperventilating, she's wrapped around your torso like a monkey, squeezing you as tightly as she can
❤️ She'll whisper words of love and affirmation into your ear as she constrains you, until you finally calm down
✨ Even after you calm down she'll still cling to you, murmuring (more to herself) about how sweet and lovely you are
Baby (7/10) what anxiety?
❤️ The second there was even a flash of adrenaline, that weird tingle that races down your spine, before your heart even starts to speed up: Baby would shut it down
✨ What anxiety?
❤️ He's literally controlling your mind at every second
✨ You don't need to worry; about anything
❤️ Unlike Kirtch who hesitates to use the collar, Baby has no issues manipulating your brain's chemistry
✨ And he sees nothing wrong with it, because it's all for keeping you happy <3
❤️ Of course, it'd make Baby a little upset that the anxiety showed up at all..
✨ But he can fix it
❤️ So don't worry <3
Cain (5/10) short fuse
❤️ His emotions (although oft hidden) always takes precedence over yours
✨ He understands what anxiety is, but because he's the type to kidnap his darling, he assumes the anxiety is his fault
❤️ and that pisses him off
✨ Assumes every and any negative emotion you feel is because of him, even if it's something you were diagnosed with long before the abduction
❤️ If he is feeling remorseful he may shift into a giant lynx to cuddle, trying to soothe you with his giant warm body
✨ If he's already upset he may respond in one of two ways:
❤️ Leaving you alone for hours to go hunting
✨ Fucking you into submission (if you're too exhausted to cry, that means he won, right?)
Xyleth (0/10) either the best or the worst...
❤️ It depends on if you need a distraction or if you're the type to need a calm environment
✨ Because his species doesn't experience anxiety, they'll treat you how they treat one of their own when they are feeling blue
❤️ And they only feel blue after losing a fight
✨ Xyleth would parade you around the village (even while shaking, hyperventilating, crying, hitting him..) so that everyone can "cheer you up"
❤️ Everyone would be passing around their favorite little human, petting your head and trying to gift you with weapons and meat
✨ Children would be offering to find you animals to kill
❤️ It would be overwhelming
✨ An entire community of monsters trying to cheer up their leader's mate, genuinely out of love
❤️ If receiving words of encouragement, affirmations (about your strength), and food help your anxiety, then Xyleth is 10/10
✨ If you need a quiet room with someone helping you with deep breathing and grounding, he's a -100/10
Now, honestly, a good chunk of the guys would not be good at all for anxiety, they don't even rate out of ten haha
Some of them are sadistic enough to purposefully try and trigger panic attacks when they learn you have anxiety, like the Living Death. Now, he's a pervert, but I feel like he would enjoy your anxiety because he could feel more in control of you; it would help him isolate you further. If he could manipulate you into never leaving his cabin, he'd be the happiest man on the seven seas
But some guys like Dr. Campbell would enjoy seeing you crumple before him for more nefarious reasons. I can imagine him mocking his darling as he fucks them, telling them how much he loves it when they act hysterical because they clench him so good. He's a complete sadist who would get turned on the second he knew he was the one causing his love anxiety. There would never be even a second of comfort for you in his home, Ichabod would do everything in his power to keep you on edge all the time.
And finally, my lovely bedbug monster ❤️ he definitely cares about you, but only in a primal sense. You are his mate, you shall carry his spawn, and you shall stay at his side. He wouldn't understand what anxiety is, since he keeps you in a constant state of pain and fear. Yeah, he may be cuddling your side, but you're never not covered in blood; and not all of it is your own. If you're struggling, it's no different than when he's tearing into your abdomen to pump children direction into your body ❤️
I hope your day is going well, and if you suffer from anxiety, I hope that your days are stress free, and that you're able to have a good week without anything triggering you ❤️ Sometimes, I get a random shake, a random rush of anxiety even when absolutely nothing has happened, so I know you can't avoid triggers all the time, sometimes anxiety just happens, but regardless, I hope that you can enjoy today anxiety free ❤️
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Who is your favorite Transformers character and why?
Honestly, I don't have a favorite transformer now, I just enjoy the shows and comics
But when I was a kid, who didn't like Optimus Prime?? I wanted an Optimus Prime toy so much, he was so cool, and his voice was cool (why did cartoon villains often have such silly voices? Lol still love Skeletor, but fr), and he was the leader, and he had an axe! Like, yeah, I really liked the bad guys, because I've always had a soft spot for the bad guys, but did they have to make Optimus Prime so goddamn cool??
Yeah, Megatron's here, destroy those lame autobots- whoop, nevermind, Optimus Prime is here to kick your ass <3
I just really liked giant robots fighting (imagine my joy when discovering mecha anime)
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Local idiot here to remind you to not microwave eggs, even if it's in noodles
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