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this blog dusty asf✌💔

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so real so real so real so real so real so re

ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so cute ulysses wilhelm is so so so so cute!!!

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i love tomie

“you’ll never meet another girl like me again. i can promise you that”.

“you seem very sure of yourself”.

“yes, because understand, there’s no other girl in the world quite as perfect as me”.

do it like tomie affirmations.

people just look at me and become murderously infatuated with me to the point that they’ll do anything for me and i absolutely take advantage of that.

compared to my beauty no one’s even on the scale.

there’s no better pleasure than to live as a beauty.

i have everyone hypnotised into a loving trance with my beauty so that they will do anything for me.

my only real interest is myself.

i’m so used to people just being immediately in love with me and doing exactly what i want.

i’m frequently described as almost impossibly beautiful by those i meet.

my mere presence seems to drive people to become fixated on me, positively.

the more i look at myself, the more beautiful i look.

mark my words, you’ll never find another girl of my caliber.

i’m the prettiest girl everyone has ever seen.

my beauty captivate people utterly.

i’m the protagonist of the world.

people will never stumble on another girl as beautiful as me.

not even the highest quality camera can capture a tenth of my beauty.

when people see me all they can think about is “what a bewitching girl”.

i have the ability to seduce people to do my bidding.

through my perfect tactics of seduction i eventually draw any person to fall in love with me.

my beauty’s eternal.

poor thing, it’s a pity you weren’t born with my natural charms.

everywhere i go people can’t take their eyes off me, not even for a second.

everyone desperately confesses their immense love for me.

my beauty’s otherworldly and everyone agrees.

people worships the ground i walk on.

“this woman has this… strange supernatural power. they’ll do anything for her – even murder if she asks for it”.

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They were looking for the bathroom :D

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no...nno new food ? 🥺🥺

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dump

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how to beat the shit ouf of writers block

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hehe

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despair's verdict

damon maitsu x reader

words: 3.5k

🙂

The halls lay in silence.

Another trial had passed.

Despair crept into every mind.

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You watched another classmate die; Desmond Hall, the Ultimate Marksman executed in front of everybody. You never expected him to kill; no one did.

All of you walked into the elevator, leaving the trial grounds behind. You wanted to cry so bad. Kick a table, maybe.

The stress of the killing game, the relentless pressure, the constant murders—it made you feel nauseous. Nothing could make you feel better. Not a hug, not empty reassurances of "everything's going to be okay". Nothing.

You didn't notice Damon looking at you with a slight bit of concern. It's not common for him to have a bit of concern, empathy, or sadness; he's the very judgmental person everyone saw him as.

The elevator ride was suffocating. No one spoke. The only sounds audible were the faint hum of machinery and the occasional, uneasy shuffle of feet.

You kept your eyes on the floor, hands clenched into fists at your sides. Every trial felt like a worse trip to hell than the last, but this one...Desmond's execution replayed in your mind like a broken record, the look in his eyes when it happened, his body hitting the ground.

A sharp inhale beside you made you glance up. Damon. He's still watching you.

"What?" You muttered, your voice hoarse.

He hesitated. "Nothing."

Of course. Typical. You scoffed and looked away. Damon wasn’t the type to comfort anyone, least of all you. You weren’t even sure he had a heart beneath that cold, scrutinizing gaze.

But then, barely above a whisper, he spoke again.

“You look like you’re about to collapse.”

You stiffened. No sarcasm. No judgment. Just a statement of fact.

“I’m fine.” You weren’t. But admitting weakness felt dangerous.

Damon didn’t push, but he didn’t look away either. His eyes stayed on you, unreadable. For a moment, you almost wished he’d just say something cutting, something cruel—at least that would be normal. Instead, he simply sighed and turned back toward the elevator doors.

Finally, the doors slid open. The trial was over. But the weight in your chest remained.

And you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

You barely registered walking to your room, the exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Your vision blurred at the edges, and your mind wouldn’t stop replaying Desmond’s last moments.

You weren’t sure when Damon started following you, but when you reached your door and turned the handle, his voice cut through the haze.

“You’re not fine.”

You sighed, gripping the doorknob tighter. “I don’t need this right now, Damon.”

“That’s exactly why you do.” His tone was sharp, but not unkind. “You’re unraveling. If you keep bottling this up, you’re going to snap. And in this game, breaking down means dying.”

You clenched your jaw. “So what? You’re here to argue me out of my emotions?”

“No,” he said simply. “I’m here because no one else is going to say the right thing.”

You turned to him, tired and frustrated. “Then go ahead, Mr. Debater. Convince me to feel better.”

Damon sighed, stepping inside before you could slam the door in his face. He crossed his arms, eyes scanning you like you were a puzzle missing half its pieces. “You feel like hell because Desmond’s death doesn’t make sense. He killed, and you don’t know why. You keep asking yourself if you missed something—if there was a sign, a way to stop it.”

Your throat tightened. “He wasn’t supposed to be like that.”

“No one ever is.” Damon sat on the edge of your bed, tapping his fingers against his knee. “But let’s break this down logically. You think Desmond’s actions were unpredictable. That’s false. Everyone has a motive, even if we don’t see it. If you were in his place, what would’ve pushed you to kill?”

You shook your head. “That doesn’t make it easier.”

“It never does,” he admitted. “But it gives you control. The game wants you to lose yourself in emotion. It wants you to stop thinking, to spiral into despair. That’s how people end up dead.”

He let that sink in before continuing, softer this time.

“But you’re not going to let it win.”

Something in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just debating for the sake of winning. He was trying to keep you standing.

You sat down beside him, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Damon exhaled. For once, he didn’t try to argue. Instead, he leaned back on his palms, staring at the ceiling. “Then don’t do it alone.”

The silence between you wasn’t heavy this time. It was... steady. Grounding.

Maybe he wasn’t the best at comfort. Maybe his words weren’t gentle.

But for once, they were exactly what you needed.

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i can finally go rest and get motivation for another 3 months

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no results button wthat

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Happy birbday to my homie baby ulysses wilhelm

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Came back to Tumblr and goddamn this place is dusty...sorry gng, midterms hit, good shit will come back soon😶‍🌫😶‍🌫

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Pretty pretty please Wolfgang x Reader… Any format you want, hc, Drabble, I just want food…

If it’s not too much trouble could you make Reader and Wolfgang childhood friends that are soo awkward with their feelings? I love love looove that

rest your case, wolfie

wolfgang akire x reader

word count: 2.3k+

enjoy gang. a/n i forgot about the awkward feelings thingy so i think i messed up😔

Ever since the announcement of the killing game, paranoia had gripped every student, forcing them into isolation. Trust was a fragile thing, and self-preservation took precedence over camaraderie. Yet, despite the suffocating tension, you refused to distance yourself from Wolfgang Akire—the Ultimate Lawyer and, more importantly, your childhood friend.

You had made it a habit to check on him, ensuring he didn’t overwork himself. Wolfgang had always been relentless in his pursuits, but ever since attaining his Ultimate title, rest had become a mere afterthought to him.

Tonight was no exception. You found yourself standing outside his dorm, heart weighed down by concern as you rapped your knuckles against the door.

“Wolfie? Are you in there?” you called out.

There was a pause before the door creaked open, revealing Wolfgang’s familiar figure. Though he attempted a smile, the exhaustion etched into his features betrayed him.

“Ah… hello, (Y/N). Looking for me?”

You nodded, gaze flickering over his disheveled state. His eyes were rimmed with fatigue, and the crease between his brows hinted at the stress gnawing at him.

“With whatever you’re working on, I need you to call it a night,” you said, your voice tinged with quiet insistence. “You need sleep, Wolfie.”

He exhaled sharply, running a weary hand through his hair. “There’s still a lot to do… but I suppose I can stop. Just this once.”

Relief coursed through you at his reluctant admission. As he stepped aside, allowing you entry, you shook your head with a fond sigh.

“You never did know when to stop,” you murmured. “You’ve always been like this.”

Wolfgang chuckled softly, the sound laced with something you couldn’t quite place—nostalgia, perhaps. “And you’ve always been the one nagging me about it.”

You watched as he hesitated before lowering himself onto the bed, shoulders still rigid with residual tension. Taking a seat beside him, you rested a gentle hand on his arm.

“You spend so much time advocating for others, fighting battles that aren’t yours to fight,” you said quietly. “But who looks after you, Wolfie?”

His gaze met yours, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering in the space between you. And then, almost as if surrendering to the inevitability of it, he murmured, “You always do, don’t you?”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Someone has to.”

For a moment, silence settled between you—not the heavy, uneasy kind that the killing game often brought, but something softer, more grounding. Wolfgang exhaled, finally allowing his body to relax as he lay back against the mattress.

“Stay,” he muttered, eyes already slipping shut.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible. But alright.”

You pulled the blanket over him, watching as the exhaustion finally won, his breathing slowing into a steady rhythm.

“I’ll always be here, you know,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

And for the first time in a long while, amidst the fear and uncertainty, something felt right.

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Immortal Ulysses and Reader but they fucking hate each other hcs please

bet

Immortal Ulysses Wilhelm x Reader

(but they hate eachother.)

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- when you first met, it's a no blow when you noticed something odd about him

- obviously it was the eyes. it looked bright blue and it was MAD glowing. when he found out *you* found out, he was quite annoyed and pissed off. that was the start of your rivalry...

- "How did you find out about my eyes? That was a secret, a secret nobody could easily find out!"

- oh. oh wow. so you were the first to find said secret. it was visible, very. but the ones he previously met never saw it, you guessed.

- "Gosh, I'm sorry..." was all that you said.

- as the days go by, you and ulysses constantly have short arguments. sometimes these arguments get aggressive and you both could cause a scene.

- when one of you moves an inch closer, both of you could immediately start a fight. or when you touch eachother's hand, maybe a fight could start.

- both of you won't throw hands, no; just yelling and yapping.

- from there, both of you really didn't forgive eachother; or did you?

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i should really take the other characters reqs othe than ulysses,, RAHHH

anyways see u guys next request :)

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I'm fucking pissed over the votes for no reason

ulysses lost w a 25 vote difference….

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please please PLEASE write ulysses x reader 🗣️🗣️🗣️🙏🙏🙏 like cuddle hcs because I love him and js wanna hold him

(maybe cuddle hcs with mastermind reader. maybe cuddle hcs where you're both the mastermind.)

heh. ok. lets do it. might be ooc though so im sory

One Held in Another's Deceitful Hold

MM!Ulysses Wilhelm x MM!Reader

— never breaks apart with you; ever. i expect this man to be super clingy when asleep (just a thought)

— oh, he's cold? he's pulling you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck—but is he doing it for warmth or to ensure you don't betray him?

— plays with your hair before going to bed. it soothes him

— if he wakes up first he's just gonna look at you waiting for you to wake up. making sure you don't leave w/out em.

— rants history w villainy in it so you gotta listen to it. rare chance of it happening though

— with you beside him, there's no need for schemes or control—just warmth and peace. and in this moment that's all he wants.

this seems so short...im gonna burnout...

anyways thank u for reading my gang. ill see u next request 🔥