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Hello everyone

A lot has happened over the past few days, and after some reflection, I've decided to take a step back. I’ll be pausing all creative work for the time being.

For those who are not aware of what has happened, please read these two threads:

TLDR: I was falsely accused of using AI art, which led to targeted harassment. Everything felt so sad and overwhelming

This wasn’t how I pictured my launch would be. I was actually really looking forward to it

I’ll be saying goodbye for now Thank you to the few who reached out with kindness and support here on Tumblr, it truly made a world of a difference 🥹

Until then, take care of yourselves💙

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I saw y'all's reqss! And I it's weekend tomorrow, so I hope I'll hope I'll have the motivation to write (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

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TYSMMM this is crazy, this is just supposed to be my vent acc but it turned into this aaaa ty again y'all<3 small win for me YAYYY

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You're mine, and we belong together.

For eternity.

Summary: She thought his death was the end. But when his voice returns to fill the lonely rooms of her house, she realizes it’s a new beginning. She soon learns, however, that a ghost's love knows no bounds, and the home they once shared is now a beautiful cage designed.

2nd person pov

Ever since he died, you didn't feel anything besides sadness and grief. The house feels empty—too empty that you can't handle it.

But when you're cooking, lonely at the kitchen playing a song that both of you loved. You heard his voice, his familiar sweet voice.

"You're burning the sauce, darling."

Your heart stopped. It wasn't a memory, it wasn't a trick of the mind. It was a whisper, a honeyed, tangible whisper right by your ear. The spatula clattered from your numb fingers onto the tiled floor.

You spun around, eyes wide and frantic, searching the empty space behind you. The air was cold, so cold it felt like a pocket of winter had settled right where he used to stand, watching you cook with that adoring look in his eyes.

"Slevian?" you breathed out, your voice a fragile, trembling thing.

Silence. The song on the small kitchen radio continued to play, a cruel, cheerful melody that now felt like a mockery. You must be losing your mind. That’s what grief does, you told yourself.

It makes you hear things, see things, hope for impossible things. You bent down to pick up the spatula, your hand shaking so badly you could barely grip it.

That night, you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned in the king-sized bed that felt more like a desolate, empty field. You clutched his pillow to your chest, trying to find a lingering trace of his scent, but it had faded weeks ago, just like everything else. As a tear finally slipped from your eye and traced a path down your temple, you felt it. A gentle, impossibly cold touch, like a phantom fingertip, wiping the tear away.

You froze, every muscle in your body tensing. It wasn't a draft. It was deliberate.

"Don't cry, my love," his voice echoed, not by your ear this time, but seemingly from every corner of the room at once. It was soft, but it held an unnerving resonance, a depth that didn't belong to the living world. "I'm right here."

A sob escaped you, a mix of sheer terror and desperate, heart-wrenching relief. It was him. Somehow, impossibly, he was still here.

The days that followed were a strange dream. You started talking to him, and he would answer. Not always in words. Sometimes it was the flicker of a lamp, a book falling from a shelf when you were looking for it, or the sudden, overwhelming scent of his favorite cologne in a room you'd just entered. It was romantic. You weren't alone anymore. The crushing weight of loneliness began to lift, replaced by a secret, thrilling joy. Slevian was with you. Your Slevian.

You cooked for two again. You'd set a place for him at the table, talking to the empty chair as you ate, and you'd feel a subtle shift in the air, a comforting pressure, as if he were sitting right there with you. Your friends called, worried. You told them you were feeling much better, that you were learning to cope. You didn't tell them your secret. How could you? They wouldn't understand the profound, beautiful love that transcended even death itself.

But then, things started to change. The little signs of his presence became... more assertive.

Your sister, Clara, came to visit, her face etched with concern. "Y/N, you're always home," she said, her eyes scanning the dim living room. "You need to get out, see people. I have a friend, Mark, he's really nice—"

The heavy, framed wedding photo on the mantlepiece suddenly crashed to the floor, the glass shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. Both of you jumped.

"My God, what was that?" Clara gasped, clutching her chest.

You stared at the broken frame, your heart pounding. You could feel him. His presence wasn't soft and comforting anymore. It was a seething, icy cold that filled the room with palpable anger.

"She wants to replace me," his voice hissed in your mind, sharp and possessive. "Don't let her."

"It's just an old hook," you said quickly, your voice strained. "Clara, I think you should go. I'm... I'm very tired."

After she left, the coldness receded, replaced by that familiar, gentle presence. A soft caress ghosted over your hair. "I'm sorry you had to see that, my darling," Slevian's voice murmured sweetly. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone else taking you from me. You're mine. You were always mine."

You looked at your shattered wedding photo, at the smiling faces of you and Slevian, now broken. And instead of fear, a dark, possessive thrill curled in your stomach. He loved you so much he couldn't bear to share you, not even now. It wasn't scary. It was the ultimate romance.

The possessiveness grew. Your phone would mysteriously lose signal whenever a male friend from work tried to call. An invitation to a party from an old college acquaintance went missing from the mail. One evening, you decided to go out for a walk, just to get some air. As your hand touched the doorknob, it suddenly became ice-cold, so frigid it burned your skin. You snatched your hand back with a cry. Every door and window in the house rattled violently for a few seconds, a furious, deafening sound that shook the very foundations.

Then, silence.

"Where are you going, Y/N?" His voice wasn't a whisper anymore. It was a command, low and dangerous, that vibrated through your bones. "Everything you need is right here. With me."

You slowly backed away from the door, a tremor running through you. You looked around the house. It wasn't a home anymore; it was a sanctuary he had built for the two of you. A gilded cage. He was everywhere. In the cold spots, in the whispers on the edge of hearing, in the way objects moved to suit his will.

You walked to the living room window and looked out at the world passing by. People walking their dogs, cars driving down the street. It all seemed so distant, so disconnected from your reality. You felt a cold weight settle around your shoulders, as definite as a physical embrace. His invisible arms were wrapped around you from behind, holding you tight.

"You don't need them," he whispered, his voice full of a dark, soothing love. "You don't need anyone but me. I died for you. The least you can do is live for me."

His logic was twisted, broken, insane. But in the deep, lonely recesses of your grieving heart, it made perfect sense. He was right. No one would ever love you like he did. No one's love could be this powerful, this absolute.

You leaned back into his chilling, incorporeal embrace, a small, contented smile touching your lips. The empty feeling was gone forever. The house wasn't too empty anymore. It was full. Full of him, full of his love, full of his suffocating, beautiful obsession. You closed the curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.

And you were never, ever lonely again.

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TWO PEAK ANIME??!!! ATEEEEEE

NEW IMAGES FROM THE TR X AOT COLLAB!!!

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Hey sorry to bother you and I hope I'm not bothering you but may I request a yandere 1960s husband x wife reader marriage HC it could be anything that you wanted to be again sorry to bother you I hope you have a wonderful day

1960s husband x fem!reader

Tw: obsessive behavior, gaslighting, confinement, implied violence, disturbing content read at your own risk, lovergirls... he’s not normal & he doesn’t want to be.

Hii sorry for very late response, but here it is! I hope you like it.. im into dark stuff so I made him yandere-ish :D

• He wears a perfect smile in public. Everyone thinks he’s the model husband. But he watches people like a predator. Especially men. Especially when they look at you. He counts every second their eyes stay on your body. He doesn’t get jealous. He gets violent.

• He doesn’t believe in “alone time.” If you want to go to the grocery store, he insists on driving you. If you want to visit your mother, he suddenly gets sick. If you lock the bathroom door, he removes it the next day without saying anything. You’re his wife. You don’t need space. You need him.

• The windows are nailed shut. The front door has six locks, all controlled by a key he wears around his neck. He says it’s for your safety. “So many bad people out there, sweetheart.” His eyes always say more than his words. Like he's the thing you should really be afraid of.

• He keeps a diary about you. Pages and pages of everything you do. What time you wake up. What you wear. What your laugh sounded like that day. He writes your name over and over again until it’s just black scribbles. He sleeps with the diary under his pillow like a holy text.

• He has a hidden room beneath the floorboards. Inside are things you didn’t know were missing. Your first lipstick. A handkerchief with your blood from a nosebleed. A piece of your hair still tied with a ribbon. He kneels in front of them and prays for you. Not to God. To you.

• He leaves notes on the mirror in lipstick. Not yours. “You’re mine forever.” “I hate when you smile at anyone but me.” “Do you love me enough to bleed?” When you ask, he tilts his head and says you must’ve written them in your sleep. “You always were such a romantic.”

• He kisses you like you’re going to vanish. Holds you too tight. His fingers leave bruises. When he says “I love you,” it sounds like a threat. Like a promise. Like a sentence.

• Every time he hurts someone who gets too close to you, he comes home and kisses your forehead like a soldier returning from war. You don’t ask questions anymore. He always comes home smelling like blood and roses.

“If you ever leave me, I won’t be angry. I’ll just follow you. Everywhere. Forever. I’ll bury you in a garden bed and sleep beside you every night. That way we’ll never be apart.”

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Tw: gore, creepy, yandere, paranoia

He's always right there, masking your face. One day he'll skin you alive and use your skin as his—God, how much he wants to do that. Finally feeling your soul, your delicate skin. ❤️

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I SEE YOU THROUGH THE WINDOW

Tw: creepy, unhealthy thoughts, stalker, paranoia, short written.

He's always watching you, he's your neighbor yet he knows more than you think he does. Lovely!

he's the kind of neighbor who always smiles at you. the kind of smile that's a little too soft, a little too knowing, like he's holding onto every second you look at him.

he always “just happens” to be outside when you are. taking out the trash when you do. checking his mail when you walk past. like it’s all just some cute little coincidence. it’s not. he’s been tracking your routine down to the minute.

his apartment’s right across from yours. he can hear your footsteps through the floor. hears when you trip over your own shoes or sigh when the day’s too much. he knows when you cry. he listens. and he feels it. like your sadness gets inside him too.

he leaves little things for you. a snack you mentioned once. a drink you always get. no note. no name. just placed gently on your doorstep like it was the universe being kind to you. but it’s him. it’s always him.

he has a tiny hole in the wall behind a painting where he can peek into your place. he swears he doesn’t watch you all the time. just when he’s scared. just when he’s worried. just when you’re too quiet for too long. just when he misses you. which is basically all the time.

when someone new starts hanging around you, he changes. no more soft smiles. no more quiet watching. he gets cold. twitchy.

protective in a way that feels almost primal. and then, suddenly, that person’s just... gone. no explanation. no goodbye. you ask around but no one knows anything. and he just looks at you with those sweet eyes and says, “people can be so unreliable, huh?”

his dream isn’t fame or fortune. it’s you in his hoodie, barefoot in his kitchen, humming while making coffee. it’s you smiling only for him. it's you never needing anyone else again. he just wants to take care of you. protect you. keep you safe.

keep you his.

“you’re everything to me. if the world tried to take you away, i’d burn it down and build you a new one with my own hands. you’d be happy. i promise.”

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Motivated again, posting some of my drafts alrigtttt(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

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Deleted some of my stories because of an impulsive descision, ARRGGG istg I will make it up to y'all 😓😓

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Guys I've been inactive for too long bcuz of school and also laziness :/ I feel bad for not updating anything but here I am back again, but will be gone again cuz SCHOOL istg 💔

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I gasped

shinichiro would absolutely hate if his partner smoked anything and would give them something else to blow

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Where did my clothes go-

Artist: 玖𝐈𝐗 (COMMISSION OPEN) / @92__NINE

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Crossover

Sol and REDACTED have the same energy and looks. AND I LOVE THEM ALL!!!😻😻😻❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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BAT ANG POGI JUSKO LULUHURAN PO AT MAMAHALIN.

Mitsuya's new card art, full look at his new outfit and his birthday balloons!

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I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh