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[mustainegf]

dilf teacher! dave mustaine who teaches female reader how to touch herself

WOAH im gonna award you with best request of the fucking century, this shit has me EXPLODING. I love for this one so much nonnie. Literally dm me I wanna be ur friend 😭

The lecture had long finished, and I found myself staying late with my professor. Professor Mustaine.

He had very long ginger hair, and sharpest, most handsome eyes you'd ever seen. They were enough to slice me in half.

He was tall too, and I loved how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips. He was so beautiful that sometimes I wondered if he was real. If he wasn't some figment of my imagination.

I know he could tell I had a bit of a crush on him, because he didn't let other students sit in his lap like I was right now.

I Knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was scandalous. But I couldn't help but love how he made me feel. "Tell me sweetheart.." he trailed off, running his hands down my body. "How often to you touch yourself for me?" He asked with a smug grin.

I blushed. My face turned bright red. I turned my head away from him, but he caught me, turning me back towards him. "Answer me." He said firmly.

"I-I don't know what you mean?" I said quickly.

"You mean to say you've never touched yourself?

You've never masturbated?" His voice rose into a laugh as I nodded shyly. "Oh, sweetie. It's time you learned then isn't it?"

He said softly. I nodded again, this time my eyes pleading with him to take me. He chuckled slightly.

"Stand up sweetheart." He ordered. I stood up and stepped out of the chair. I glanced around the room, wondering who would find us here. But when I Looked back at him, he was still staring at me.

"Look at me," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Good girl.

Now take your clothes off for me." He commanded, and once again, I did as I was told.

When I was naked, I felt self-conscious. But his hands on me brought me to life. They made me want to be the best version of myself. To please him any way he wanted. "Is that better?" He asked. I nodded.

"Sit on my desk," he instructed, helping lift me up onto the large desktop. My leg instinctively shut, afraid of him looking at me down there.

He stood behind the desk, my back laying against his chest. He had a good view down my body and where I would soon play with myself. He smiled, seeing my discomfort, and said, "Open them for me. Open your legs." I obeyed him hesitantly, feeling foolish that I hadn't done this sooner.

I was scared, I had never done this before, but I was grateful to have professor Dave to show me how.

He gently brushed the hair out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "We will go at your pace. I promise. I just want you to know how to make yourself feel good when I can't."

He took my hand in his, slowly pulling my fingers to my crotch.

I squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

Wanting all of him. But I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

He took my finger and placed it over my clit, circling it slowly. It took me a second to adjust, and then the pleasure hit me like a brick wall. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt before.

"Rub in circles, can you do that for me?" Dave whispered, still softly guiding my hand.

I nodded and began rubbing in little circles. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. It was so soft and gentle, I felt as though I were floating. It was hard to keep focus on what I was doing.

"Such a good job, does that feel good?" He asked gently, watching with the hungriest eyes as I masturbated for the very first time in front of him.

"Yes, Sir." I moaned, unable to answer any other way. "Lower your fingers, feel how wet you are,"

he ordered, making me lower my fingers so I could feel how slick my pussy was. I gasped slightly at the fluids dripping down my thighs.

"Is that all for me, sweet girl?" He cooed, also reaching down to feel how soaked I was. I nodded hastily, my pussy throbbing with these new sensations.

"I want you to put two fingers inside of you," he instructed me. "B-but profess-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Do it, I promise it'll feel good."

I did as he said, sliding two fingers into my hot core. I gasped in shock, and he chuckled slightly.

"That's it. Feel how tight you are? That feels so good, doesn't it?" I nodded, breathing heavily.

He took my hand in his, showing me how to use my thumb on my clit while my fingers were deep inside of me. Slowly, he guided my hand, making sure I knew exactly what to do.

It hurt a little bit but I quickly got used to my own fingers, curling this slightly as I fingered myself.

The pain turned into a delicious ache, and soon the only thing I was able to focus on was the arousal.

"That's such a good girl," Dave encouraged.

I could feel the knot in my stomach becoming increasingly tight and I had a feeling I was gonna cum. "Professor, I think I'm gonna cum, what do I do?" I whined in panic.

"You don't need to do anything, just let it happen," he reassured me. "Let go." And that was exactly what I did.

I continued to work at myself until I finally felt release, it was the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life, all compacted into a few seconds. I moaned out, squirting cum all over my legs and our hands.

The liquid sprayed slightly until it came to a dribble, a puddle of cum all over his desk.

"Oh god," I breathed out, completely spent. Dave chuckled. "Well, there's your first lesson."

I exhaled with a slight laugh, leaning my head back into his shoulder. "Did you like that?" He asked me softly, brushing my cheek.

I blushed slightly, trying to ignore the strong urges that were still running through me. "Y-yes, Sir." I stammered, unsure what to say. "Good girl," he praised, kissing my cheek.

[marloree]

hii could u do more hyuka pieces where theyre bffs and the reader isnt aware of his feelings/ cute confession stuff? hehe i love reading those slight angst + fluff pices :33 ty tyy

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ‘𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎’ 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

Pairing: bff! Huening Kai × Reader

Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers, slight angst if you squint, attempt at comedy/crack (?)

Word count: 0.94 k

A/N: thank you so so much for being my first request, whoever you are dear nonnie!! May your life be filled with love and happiness and may all your dreams come true ahh (sorry if I come off as a bit too excited hehe), and feel free to request more in the future if you want to! I hope this matches your expectations <33

Taglist: @babymochibeargyu (feel free to leave an ask/DM me to be added!)

You have been friends with Hyuka since elementary school. Maturing was difficult for both of you, but, despite being in numerous different friend groups and developing opposite interests, you stayed by each other's side through all these years.

Year by year, your bond grew only stronger. Both of you have gone through many hardships during the time, but it only drew you closer. You deemed each other as your comfort person. It really was true: you could vent and tell all your worries to Kai, just as he could do the same.

But, most importantly, you shared your happy moments, too. It was safe to say you two made what people call true friendship.

Or, so you thought it was only a friendship. Hyuka, unbeknownst to you, developed feelings far stronger and more intimate to be considered as just a friend's. A little crush he had on you in elementary now turned into something much bigger.

In Kai's eyes you were a perfect friend, a perfect person, everything he could ever dream of. But, would you feel the same way? The thought always was in the back of Huening's brain. And he, as any lover, wasn't so sure about this. The poor boy definitely didn't want to lose your friendship, but he couldn't completely shut down and bottle up his feelings, either. Especially since you didn't have a partner and, maybe, just maybe, you would feel the same way? Hyuka, despite his attempts to be realistic, always held that tiny hope.

What could be a better way to test the waters than try and gift you something? Of course, as your dear best friend, he would frequently make you presents for special occasions, but he hoped that a little extra gift here and there wouldn't hurt.

A pack of your favourite candies, a new set of pens since he always knew you lose yours, your favourite snack when you would feel down - such little gifts soon turned into another part of your friendship. You weren't completely oblivious to it, but Hyuka always was such a gentle and caring friend, there obviously were no other motives except his sweet and kind nature, or so you thought.

At first, Kai was even glad that you didn't catch on the reason for his gifts. But, as time went by, he couldn't help but wonder, were you really so clueless or was it your way of telling him you're not interested?

Well, you definitely were a little oblivious, even in Hyuka's opinion. You both were rather air-headed, so he couldn't blame you for the trait he himself possessed.

If not for you absent-mindedness, would you get to experience the fun of running as fast as you could to not get late to class since someone forgot to turn on their alarm or mixed the time, or doing the homework 5 minutes before the start of the class because someone was too busy dreaming in class to listen to the teacher?

You definitely would miss many hilarious and ridiculous moments if you both, or at least one out of you, were, or was, a bit more collected. In the end of the day, this is also something that drew you closer.

Hyuka now was in a quite difficult situation, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh at your obliviousness.

As the optimist he was, Huening tried his best to not lose hope and to do something useful instead. Since you were so clueless to gifts, Hyuka, gathering all his courage, decided to actually tell you about his feelings.

The next day, Kai dressed up and prepared some flowers specially for you. You both agreed to meet up at your usual spot. As Hyuka was wiping his sweaty hands with a handkerchief for the millionth time since his arrival, he finally saw you approaching.

Walking closer, you noticed the flowers, but the thought that these were for you never even crossed your mind. What a truly clueless creature you were...

Once you got close enough, Kai got up from the bench, stuffing the wet handkerchief in one of the pockets.

"Hi, Y/N...", his usually cheerful voice now sounded a bit quieter, carrying a certain amount of nervousness.

"Hii, Kai!!", you greeted back, happy to see him. But then something finally clicked in your head, making you realize the presence of the flowers and nervousness that was hanging in the air.

Your smile dropped, a hint of worry visible on your face. "Hey, Hyuka, did something happen? Did you have a bad date? Why do you look so out of the ordinary??"

Your sudden outburst of questions made the poor guy raise an eyebrow. "Sorry, what?" Kai looked so confused.

"Well, you've got these flowers and you look a bit upset, I thought maybe you had a date with someone (why wouldn't you tell me, though?) that didn't end well..."

"What!? Oh my, how could you even think of that," your explanation made Hyuka burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I wanted to confess to you, you silly clueless thing."

"What??" Now it was your turn to ask the question, your lips immediately parting in surprise. "Oh, as in..."

"As in I love you, silly."

It took you a good minute to process this new information; after realizing your mistake, you couldn't help but let out a giggle as well. "I actually love you, too. But how have I never noticed you feel the same way..."

"How have you noticed anything at all, that is the question", Kai chuckled, finally gifting you the flowers you initially thought were from a failed date.

[lady-phasma]

Auntie, I have a question.

In the books Lestat gives Louis the dark gift towards the end of the 18th century, but in the tv show he turns him in 1910. That leaves a considerable amount of time where Lestat hadn’t met Louis.

I plan to write a (x reader) pre-canon fic about this gap in time before Lestat and Louis meet. Do you know what he might have been doing during this time? (Do you think it might work for a fic?)

Sorry if this is a dumb question! Thank you!!

Hi nonnie! This is not a dumb question at all. In fact, it's so great that I made you a gif set to go with my answer!

This is the series canon about the time between Nicki and Louis. I know we can't trust everything said in the trial, but for this I think it's okay.

I'll answer below the cut.

First, let me say that I am honored and flattered that you came to me about this. If you want to DM me, feel free. If you want to come back as anon you can have 🖋 anon if you want it.

Second, even a 2 year gap is lot of time to work with. We know he would need to feed as soon as he wakes up and he's a non-discriminating slut, so I know he would have some fun even if he's still brokenhearted. I think you could do so much in that time! Whether or not you decide to write smut, you could certainly give him a meaningful interaction with reader. You didn't mention if your idea for your reader was human or vampire, either could work, but my brain immediately went to "Lestat's hungry after his nap so he's probably killing a lot, what if he met a non-coven vampire in the French countryside?"

My nerd brain also had the idea that you could see what ports were most commonly used for passage from France to the US in 1908-1910 and I'm pretty sure the main one is in the south of France (used by the US military in WWI and WWII but I can't think of the name right now). Crap, I had to google it because that was going to bug me. LoL Saint-Nazaire, France. Double check that if you decide to go this direction, but it's about 470 km (292 miles) south of Paris by modern roads. There's a lot territory for him to cover if he used that port.

If that doesn't interest you, please disregard! I just wanted to point out that you have a lot to work with even if it's "only" two years between his sleep and New Orleans.

Lastly, without finding a definitive timeline of Lestat for the series yet, I'm thinking he was turned in the 1760s (or around there). If someone has a better timeline that would be great, but seasons one and two haven't given us exact dates that I can find. Anyway, if future seasons follow his plot pretty closely then you might have some of his time between his turning and when he meets Armand (yes, Nicki is in Paris but we don't have to headcanon monogamy if we don't want to and he is canonically often non-monogamous). Lestat as a horny, awe-struck fledgling might be fascinating!

I can't wait to read what you decide to do! You don't have to come off anon to tag me in it unless you want to. I would love that, but maybe I'll come across it when/if you post it!

I think this is going to be great and feel free to come back and discuss this more if you would like!

[doumadono]

Hiiiii!

Your annoying anon here! 🔥🔥🔥

sunday is approaching so I'd like to again ask for Enji Todoroki and maybe... reader wearing really short skirt! I wanna know his reaction and the things he would do with the reader.

Dear Nonnie! I had a sneaking suspicion you might drop into my askbox again, and you did! ♥ You're genuinely my preferred Sinful Anon! Whoever you are, let me send virtual kisses and hugs your way. I adore the fact that we both share a bit of a soft spot for Enji. If you're up for it, please, please, feel more than welcome to slide into my DMs so we can chat a bit more about our fiery man! 🔥

SINFUL SUNDAY

Sitting in the room just outside Endeavor's office, you were engrossed in the papers spread out in front of you, carefully reviewing each one. The door to his office stood ajar, and through that opening, you could feel his gaze, his strong presence. His watchful eyes followed your every move as you worked diligently.

His gaze moved deliberately, trailing down your form and then ascending again, lingering on your bare legs, the very short black skirt, and the crisp white button-up shirt. You might have been dressed more formally than necessary for the hero agency office, but his apparent approval made it clear that he didn't mind in the slightest.

You turned your eyes back to Todoroki, only to find he had vanished. Letting out a sigh, you returned your focus to the documents on your desk. Before you could scold yourself for being so concerned about your boss's attention, you sensed someone standing right behind you. If you could have caught your breath, you might have let out a surprised squeal. With an uncanny certainty, you knew it was Endeavor, a realization that sent shivers down your spine.

Endeavor whispered, "If you're as wet as I am hard, we'll be fucking amazing." His hot breath tickled your ear and gave you goosebumps. "4 minutes, 6th floor, government documents," he demanded and left.

You rose from your seat, a growing frustration propelling each step. Your irritation was evident as you jabbed the elevator button with more force than necessary, and your foot tapped impatiently while you waited. As the doors slid open, you entered the elevator. When the doors reopened on the sixth floor, you headed towards the government documents section. You spotted your boss at the end of one aisle, his gaze tracking your approach.

He closed the gap between you two, his fingers gripping your wrist as he growled, "Why did you choose to wear such a short skirt, hmm? Was it deliberate, an attempt to distract me? Or do you like looking like a cheap whore?"

Endeavor yanked you toward him until you collided with his huge chest. He growled and walked you backward until you felt metal shelves against your back. He leaned toward you, and his heat was intoxicating.

You nervously looked to see if anyone was around.

"I don't give a damn who's watching," Endeavor growled as his lips moved toward hers.

He forcefully pulled both your wrists above your head with one hand, his entire body pressing firmly against yours.

Your eyes widened as you felt his undeniable hardness within his pants.

Todoroki shoved your legs apart with his thick thigh so he could fit his hips better against yours. Your short skirt bunched up baring more of your legs. He just leaned in and licked your upper lip, soon kissing you fully, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He parted your shirt after every button was undone. One finger softly rubbed your bra back and forth over your left bud, and you whined quietly. "Such a needy, little doll," Endeavor mused, son sucking your lower lip into his mouth.

You lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his hip to pull him tighter against your body and rolled your hips forward. "Yeah, I'm so needy, boss," you admitted without a shame. "I need you to fuck me."

His hand fisted in your hair and yanked hard. "Look at me," Endeavor demanded.

You obeyed immediately.

"I am not fucking you here. I need a bed and about four hours for that." His hand slid beneath your short skirt as he added, "But I gotta touch you right now, I gotta check how wet you are for me." He groaned in frustration when his fingers met your cotton panties, and he pulled away slightly to yank them down. They wouldn't go very far since you still had a leg wrapped around his hip, but it was enough to slide his hand inside. Endeavor shoved a finger inside your pussy and growled. "Jesus, you're so fucking wet, doll. You can take more already."

Before you could process exactly what he meant, Todoroki added two more fingers inside you. All three stretched you painfully as he pushed a little harder. "So fucking hot. I hear how wet you are."

You flushed as you heard it too - the unmistakable sound of his fingers moving in your dripping cunt.

He let go of your hair, fingers scrambling to undo the fly his pants until he held his bare cock in his hand.

You watched Endeavor's hand as he began stroking himself at the same pace his fingers were withdrawing and thrusting inside your needy hole. You desperately wanted to touch his thick dick, wanted to help, but you were so overwhelmed all you could do was clutch his shoulders and hang on. "O-Oh, yes, yes!" You moaned for him, your lips parted, your tongue running along your lower lip as it got dry. "Oh God," you kept moaning over and over between grunts as he shoved his fingers inside you at fast pace. Your head rolled back, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.

Endeavor almost yelled, "Look at me when you come, bitch."

You opened your eyes and looked into his.

"I need to hear you," Todoroki demanded as he was jerking off so fast his hand was a blur.

He pumped his fingers into you harder. His thumb grazed your slick clit, and your fingernails clawed at his shoulders. He panted, "Mine, you're all fucking mine."

You screamed with your orgasm, forgetting where you were or who might hear. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers, and your leg tightened around him. "Enji, oh my God, yes!"

With a few loud grunt Todoroki came all over his hand, his semen slowly dripping down his calloused fingers. He groaned deeply in satisfaction. "Damn, you're so hot, doll," he slid his fingers out of you. He licked his forefinger. "Delicious. I need to lick you, taste you." He tucked his cock into his pants and fastened up as he turned away from you. "Come on."

You held onto the shelves behind you for balance as you stared after him.

He got halfway to the elevator before he realized you hadn't moved. You saw him turn around and head back your way. "I said, come on," he explained as he began buttoning your shirt. "I'm granting you a free afternoon. Now, we need a bed. I said I need my cock inside you."

[chvoswxtch]

I would love some angst with Matt Murdock.

Imagine the kids of Foggy and Marci, either toddlers or teenagers, ask their beloved and cool uncle Matt why he never married or have a girlfriend.

Then he start to tell them about Y/N, the woman he was married to long ago, the person he loved the most in the world. His greatest love. The love of his life.

But she's dead, and all because of the double life of Matt. And it's something Matt have to deal with every day.

nonnie, you really made me break my own heart with this one, but I still love ya anyway. i've got tissues if you need them. thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you had in mind. ❤️

warning: this one is kinda heavy. it does deal with themes of death and loss, grief, and there's a very extremely brief (blink & you miss it) mention of matt wishing for death (didn't wanna use the s word). if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or are triggering, please feel free to skip this one. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise. feel free to yell at me in my dms or in the comments after. I apologize for breaking your hearts in advance. word count: 2.5k

violets.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Matt could hear two sets of feet barreling down the staircase at full speed. A chuckle slipped past his lips as he folded up his cane and placed it on the entryway table, getting down on one knee with a huge grin on his lips and holding out his arms as he braced himself for impact. 

“Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!”

Matt laughed as he wrapped his arms around the twins, hugging them both into his chest tightly as he kissed both their heads. 

“Hey kiddos. What trouble are you two causing, huh?”

An exasperated Marci appeared in the hallway, both hands on her hips as he shook her head and motioned towards the stairwell.

“Michael and Paige Nelson, what have I told you two about running down the stairs?”

“But mom, Uncle Matt is here!”

“And did you think he was gonna disappear if you didn’t get downstairs fast enough?”

Matt chuckled as he gently squeezed Michael’s shoulder, tilting his head in Marci’s direction. 

“Your mom is right, you guys shouldn’t be running down the stairs. We don’t want either of you to get hurt. Besides, I’m pretty sure the park also has a strict no play policy if you have any broken bones.”

“That’s the law?”

“That’s the law, sweetheart.”

Matt placed a gentle kiss to Paige's temple and smiled as he stood up, letting the twins each take one of his hands to tug him into the living room area. He couldn’t help but laugh as Marci rolled her eyes before heading back into the kitchen.

“Franklin, come get your children!”

“Why are they always mine when they’re in trouble?”

“Because I did all the work for nine months, that’s how this works.”

Foggy appeared in the living room and looked between the twins with a quizzical arch of his brow, settling his hands on his hips as he tried to mask his grin.

“What did you two do?”

“Nothing!”

“Lying under oath is perjury and a punishable offense.”

“We didn’t swear an oath, daddy. All our books are upstairs.”

Matt tried his hardest to stifle his laughter into his fist, feeling Foggy’s gaze staring daggers in his direction. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he sat down on the couch, holding his hands out for Paige as she crawled up into his lap.

“She has a point.”

“You, stop encouraging her. And you, quit being better at my job than me.”

Matt grinned as he tickled Paige’s side, feeling the smile spread further across his face as she giggled. Foggy plopped down on the other side of Matt, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head as he held his hands out for Michael.

“Did you tell Uncle Matt your big news, Mikey?”

Matt cocked his head to the side as Michael settled in his dad’s lap, picking up on the shy smile that appeared on his mouth.

“What big news?”

“Mikey here has his first girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’re six, what do you need a girlfriend for?”

“Oh please, and how old were you when you started dating, Murdock?”

Marci teased as she scooped Michael up into her arms from Foggy’s lap, peppering kisses all over his face as he giggled loudly. Foggy snorted as he clapped his hand on Matt’s shoulder, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t answer that. He idolizes you enough as it is, we don’t need him following your footsteps in that department.”

This seemed to capture Michael’s attention as he whipped his head around in Matt’s direction.

“Uncle Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

Matt instantly froze. He could feel both Foggy and Marci go rigid either side of him, and tension seemed to fill the living room like heavy fog. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and cleared his throat as he made a tight fist with his left hand.

“I…uh, no. No I don’t, buddy.”

“How come?”

Paige’s voice was soft as she laid her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him inquisitively. He silently thanked God that he hadn’t removed his glasses, because he could feel tears starting to brim his waterline. Foggy swallowed thickly as he placed his hand on Paige’s back to get her attention.

“Why don’t we-”

“No…no, it’s alright.”

Matt knew this day would come eventually. He knew as soon as the twins were born, one day they were going to have questions. He had been dreading it for the past six years, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain it delicately. He wasn’t sure how they would react, or what they would think of him once they knew the truth.

“I don’t have a girlfriend because…well, I used to have a wife.”

“Where is she?”

Matt took a shaky breath as he swallowed thickly, turning his head to face Michael with a sad smile on his lips.

“She went to Heaven.”

Paige snuggled into Matt’s side a little closer, her tiny hand reaching for his to hold. He wasn’t sure if it’s because he had held her first the day the twins were born, or some other force, but Matt had always had a stronger connection with her. He loved them both equally, of course, but Paige always seemed to be more in tune with him. Maybe it was because Paige was exactly like what he hoped his daughter with you would have been like. Too smart for her own good, incredibly observant, generously kind. He often thinks about how much you would have loved her. God, how much she would have loved you. They both would have.

“What happened?”

“Michael-”

Matt shook his head when Marci went to cut him off. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a curious kid. Michael had never seen Matt with a woman, or ever heard him talk about one before. He was bound to have questions. 

“She…had an accident. It was my fault. I…I didn’t keep her safe like I should have…and she got hurt.”

Foggy got up to start picking up various toys around the living room, but Matt knew it was so his kids wouldn’t see him cry. You and Foggy had been very close. You were essentially another sister, like Karen, that he never had but always wanted. Foggy would never ever say it out loud, but Matt knew deep down that Foggy blamed him for your death. He knew Karen did too. There’s no way either of them couldn’t. 

It was his fault.

If he hadn’t been the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you would still be alive. If he had been more careful, if he had just focused more on being a husband than trying to be a hero, if he had fought harder to protect you instead of his city, you’d still be here. Matt lost everything when he lost you. 

“Do you miss her?”

Matt tried his hardest not to crack at Paige’s soft voice. He didn’t want either of them to see him cry, or think they’d upset him with their questions. All he could do was nod his head slowly, using his thumb to twist his wedding band around his ring finger gently. 

“Everyday.”

Matt had completely shut down after you died. He became even more reckless than he did after Midland Circle. He stopped wearing the red suit. He wanted to feel every ounce of pain he knew he deserved for what he let happen to you. He wanted to break and bleed, hoping it would drown out the pain he felt inside. He went out every night looking for someone to end it. 

Matt Murdock and the Devil were both long gone. A hollow, fragile shell was all that remained. 

He didn’t see or speak to anyone for a year. Karen managed to track him down and found him one night curled up by your grave on your wedding anniversary. As much as he tried to fight her, Karen wouldn’t let go, and once she tracked him down again, she enlisted the one person she knew could get through to him. The one person who could understand exactly what Matt was going through. The one person that had survived that kind of pain. 

“This ain’t what she woulda wanted for ya, Red. All this shit, it ain’t gonna fix it. Trust me. All it’s gonna do is make that void even deeper. I know right now, hell it feels like that pain ain’t ever gonna go away. And I can’t sit here and lie to ya and say it does, cause it don’t. Some days it just…hurts a little less. But she saw somethin’ in you, yeah? Somethin’ worth a damn. You wanna honor her memory, prove her right. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Red. You prove to her you’re the man she thought you were.”

Frank wouldn’t let Matt out of his sight for six months. He was there to talk him down from the ledge when it felt like he was drowning in grief. He let Matt use him as a punching bag to lash out when he stepped in to keep him from getting himself killed. He held him when Matt woke up screaming because he lost you in his nightmares all over again. He sat with him in silence when Matt would go days without speaking. Sometimes he would tell him stories about Maria and the kids when they came to him. There were some days when Frank felt like he was starting to forget little things, and remembering them out loud helped him hold onto them a little longer. 

There was one night whenFrank was telling a story about how Maria used to always put her chocolate in the freezer, and wouldn’t touch it until it was completely frozen, that Matt seemed to finally break his silence.

“Said it made it taste better or somethin’. Didn’t make no damn sense to me. But God forbid I ever buy that woman chocolate and not put it in the freezer. She’d give me hell, every single time.”

All of a sudden, Matt burst into a fit of laughter. Frank nearly broke his neck looking over at him, watching as he doubled over and laughed so hard, tears threatened to slip. Frank immediately froze. He wasn’t sure if Matt had finally broke and was having a psychotic episode, or what. He must have been able to sense Frank’s apprehension, because he shook his head as he tried to talk through his laughter.

“Y/N used to do that. I never understood it, but I knew better than to question it.”

Frank let out a deep exhale of relief, finding himself smiling as Matt was still coming down from his fit of laughter. He chuckled along with him, shaking his head slowly.

“Must be a woman thing.”

“Maybe. Or maybe that was just our wives.”

That was the first time Matt had laughed in almost two years. There was a tender smile on his lips and a gentle look in his blank stare, like he was replaying a memory of you in his head like a comforting home movie. Frank watched him silently. Slowly, the smile began to melt, and Matt’s eyes welled up as his face contorted into an expression of grief and regret. That was the first time he had said your name out loud in two years. Frank held him for hours as he wept.

After that night, Matt started to mention you more. It was small at first, a few things here and there, but after a while, he was sharing memories of you with Frank too. Piece by piece, Frank helped Matt heal to where he could function again. There was a comfort only they could find with each other. Matt started going to church again with Maggie as he struggled to make peace with his God. He eased himself back into work to keep himself busy, trying to find his purpose again. He started spending more time with Foggy and Karen again, and found himself finally able to return to places that held memories of you. Sometimes he could feel your gentle touch or hear your voice at night when he prayed. He mentioned this to Frank once and asked if that ever happened to him too.

“Yeah, it does. I feel her all the time, Red. Sometimes, I shit you not I hear her in my head. She still always has the answers exactly when I need ‘em.”

When Foggy told Matt and Karen that Marci was pregnant, Matt felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in years. You and Matt had always talked about having a family. He would never be able to have one with someone else. He could never remarry or love anyone else the way he loved you. A huge part of him still felt like he would never deserve to. But being an uncle was the closest he was ever going to get to the life you two planned together, and he would take it.

“Would she have liked us?”

Matt was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Michael had joined Paige in his lap. A somber smile spread over his lips as he nodded, wrapping the twins up in a big hug and pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads.

“She would have loved you both so much.”

“What was her name?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as he tilted his head in Paige’s direction.

“Her name was Y/N.”

It still hurt to say your name out loud sometimes.

“Did you know Y/N, daddy?”

Foggy quickly wiped at his eyes as he turned around, kneeling down on the floor in front of Matt as he put his hands on the twins’ backs.

“I did, Mikey. She was my best friend. Practically my sister, just like Aunt Karen.”

“Do you miss Aunt Y/N too, daddy?”

Matt closed his eyes and choked back a sob at Paige’s words. You would’ve loved to be their aunt. Foggy gently squeezed her shoulder as he gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded. 

“Everyday.”

“Can we go visit her?”

Marci sat down beside Foggy on the floor and put her hand on Matt’s knee, squeezing gently before looking up at Michael with a soft smile.

“No, baby. I’m afraid we can’t go visit her in Heaven. But if Uncle Matt says it’s okay, maybe we can go visit her where she’s buried and bring her some pretty flowers.”

“Can we do that Uncle Matt? Please?”

Matt didn’t bother hiding the tears that slipped down his cheeks as he tried to smile, nodding his head in Michael’s direction as he sniffled. 

“I think she’d love that, Mikey.”

“What kinda flowers did Aunt Y/N like?”

Matt smiled softly as Paige held his left hand, letting her twist his wedding band around his finger timidly.

“Violets. She loved violets.”

[jav-uni]

I was the MA anon that sent you the listing and I apologise for the issues it has caused.

I live near him and have Lurked here from time to time.

I knew the anons get crazy but today is been unhinged as fuck.

Those who live local to him let him be as he is very private and reclusive especially with this shit show nonsense.

I can categorically confirm non of us have seen that vile piece of shit with him.

We would see Minka or Jenny in the wild but never seen her.

As let me be honest if she was seen as people know that she’s an escort or a yacht girl or whatever they call a skank these days she would have a shit ton of abuse thrown at her as his own family are!

All locals know he’s not married and have called out his family on the BS as his family are nothing but leeches to him.

Every time one of them goes grocery shopping people are calling them out for it’s embarrassing.

His family is giving our town a bad reputation and the sooner this is done the better.

Thanks to all the PR blogs for being nothing but honest and true and those team real fucknuts can suck my dick.

Signing off MA local resident. ☕️

Thank you so much MA local resident Nonnie for sharing the link, you can come back anytime with ☕️, if you want feel free to reach out to me on my DMs so we can talk privately.

[rmd-writes]

Hi!! I always love what you write, so I'm very excited to see whatever this secret project is! But for now I do have a question about beta reading. How did you break into it? For a long time I have thought that I would enjoy doing that for different people, and I like that kind of fine-tooth comb editing work. But I am not a writer myself, just an avid fic enjoyer, so it feels like I can't quite bring as much to the table or meet other authors in a mutual kind of way. And I would never want to imply that an author needed that extra help or anything like that by just cold reaching out to them. Sorry that so much about me haha, I'm not necessarily looking for any advice (though if you had any I would certainly take it) but I am curious about how you got into it and what your experience has been like! Thank you!!

Hi nonnie! Thanks for the ask!

Can I just say to start with, that as an avid fic enjoyer, you absolutely can meet writers and other creators in a mutual way! Everyone has a place in fandom and something to contribute. It would be a very lonely world for creators if people weren't there to enjoy what we make (and hopefully tell us what they're liking those things). Personally, I appreciate readers so much and I especially love seeing regular names pop up in my inbox 💖💖

As for how I got into beta reading, it started back when a pal in Schitt's Creek fandom was writing a fic and worried that she was going to lose motivation to write it so I offered to sit in the doc and cheer her on. Please note that my motivation for doing so was entirely selfish because it meant that I had early access to the fic that I desperately wanted her to keep writing 😅 that eventually turned into me beta reading that fic (and all of her fics after that) for her.

I started beta reading more frequently in RWRB - I'd signed up as a beta reader for an event, but around the same time I also got to know other writers via a discord server. Sometimes people would ask for beta readers and I'd volunteer - I'm still a tiny bit dirty that @three-drink-amy snagged the beta rights to bleedingballroomfloor's baseball boyfriends fic right out from under my nose even though she is far better qualified than I to beta read a baseball fic - so much so that she helped me with the baseball scenes in my rwrb lawyer au lol (please know that I love them both dearly, there is no internet beef here).

You say that you don't want to reach out to writers and imply that they need assistance, but honestly, sliding into people's DMs and letting them know that either I'm very interested in X fic that they're writing and would they like someone to beta read it or that I'm available in general to help if they want it because I love their writing is how I've ended up beta reading for almost all of the writers I do that for!! People are generally just thankful to know that someone is interested in their writing! It can be a lonely hobby sometimes and having someone to live in your docs or send snippets to can help balance the need for wanting to talk about your fics with someone or bounce ideas off someone and wanting to keep what you're working on under wraps.

God, this is getting really long, I'm so sorry. I've been rambling and I'm not even sure that I answered your question.

You asked what my experience has been like and for the most part, it's been very positive! I get early access to fics (I often say that my favourite way to read a fic is in google docs 😂), I get to cheer my friends on and sometimes they even trust me enough to let me throw ideas at them and write them into their stories - sometimes I even get to do this without actually doing any editing and that's just as fun. I love beta reading, I think there's something really special about being trusted with the draft of someone's writing and getting to help make it the best that it can be (what that involves looks different for every writer I work with). 💖

And all of that doesn't even touch on how much I learn from the writers I've worked with - it's definitely helped me improve my own writing!

[myspacebrat]

https://www.tumblr.com/myspacebrat/760084699736670208/just-a-lil-something-i-need-to-rant-about-i-got

Felt. I’m in the fandom and nobody likes me or bothers to talk to me. I’m so used to it but it’ll always hurt. I gave up on venting about it because nobody cared so I just never post anymore or write anymore or engage. I’m just a stranger to everyone— like im not the best company but damn..get to know me. And even if someone gets to know me, they they leave quickly because im too much or something yk? I know we all don’t know each other in real life (most of us) but sometimes our lives get very fucking lonely so even connecting virtually is like pulling teeth.

im so sorry nonnie, i feel like so many have been in this position and I’ve felt it and have talked to others who feel this way too, i have unfortunately come to the conclusion that this fandom (mainly bigger blogs) does not support anyone they don’t deem cool enough, and if you write Eddie’s characterization off by an inch they will block you or talk about you. This fandom reeks of insecurity and pretentiousness and I’m gonna be real tonssss of misogyny. There are truly mean people here, people who don’t feel good enough irl and have to lash out to others to feel better. I wish I knew what I do now bc I would’ve never put myself in positions where I was nice to people who didn’t deserve my niceness. I’m here for you babe, you can dm me anytime. I’m not the best at keeping convos but you’ll have a solid support system with me if that’s what you want <3 take care angel!

[beefrobeefcal]

i guess your back, i was excited until i read your latest one shot

cant help but think your making frankie and mouse do ooc things to work thru your shit intstead of going to therapy like a normal person.

wish i could support you but you seem to wanna profit of beeing sick.

do better.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

As soon as this popped into my asks, my first thought was “I’m making a profit on this hellsite?”

But real talk, Nonnie. I’m gonna take a risk and bet that the latest one shot obviously hit a nerve for you. Maybe something still too raw for you to feel safe enough to examine.

And I get it.

Like it or not, your ask isn’t deterring me from my current trajectory just like this response probably isn’t going to change yours.

My blog is a safe place - hence why Nonnie Mode is still available on here. And you obviously felt safe enough to send that comment in.

While I disagree with a lot of what you said, you touched on an important part of why fic writers write. We work through our shit in our writing. I can’t tell you the validation that I feel when people vibe with a deeply personal fic. I find joy in connecting with people. That connection reminds all of us that we are not alone and we are valid.

And despite this connection you initiated (or maybe I did when I posted the fic… chicken, egg… egg, chicken?) being one in a negative tone, I still hope you feel heard and seen.

My asks and my dm’s are always open. Nonnie, I’d welcome a chat with you. Not to shame or harm you - let’s not do that, this community has seen enough hurt lately - but to just talk. You sound like you could use a friend.

Hottest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

[notroosterbradshaw]

I hope you don't stop writing. I have noticed that some of your friends have not been supportive, but I will always read and reblog anything you post. It is just really quiet here now.

i've just run out of time, nonny. i've had a fantastic promotion at work, i'm prioritising my health and well-being after years of being a primary carer with a better work/life balance, i'm finding other outlets to be creative and working on myself. it's been nice to find other ways to enjoy myself after putting others before me for so long.

i tend to write then stop for a few years, then come back if i need. covid dragged me back here when a lot was happening in my life. it was an outlet and a great distraction at the time.

my friends are very supportive, they see a lot of what's written (mostly in full format) as beautiful badass betas and we are constantly sharing our thotty thots, feels and ideas in DM and other social media.

the fandom tide has changed, but keep supporting your writers and creators. it's the only way it'll continue. i appreciate all your wonderful support xx

[foibles-fables]

Hello! I hope this is okay, you gave great advice to a nonny a while back so I was wondering if you could maybe help me too. I’m kind of a late bloomer and didn’t realise I was gay until my mid twenties. And now I’m scared of starting to date girls because I have zero experience and I always feel like everyone expects me to have it all figured out because I’m 26 and I really don’t. Talking to girls still makes me nervous and I’m not super confident in my sexuality so putting myself out there is just really hard because I feel like I can’t live up to everyone’s expectations and won’t learn how to properly ’be gay’. If that makes sense. Do you maybe have some advice for me? :/

Hi nonny!!! First, let me say how unbelievably PROUD I am of you for starting to figure out your authentic self. ❤️❤️❤️ It's a huge and daunting feat, so if nobody has told you that yet--including yourself--I want to make sure you know that someone is!

I've found that for queer people--especially queer/lesbian women, which is an assumption I'm making from the language you used in your ask, please correct me if this isn't the case--age isn't necessarily correlative to romantic/sexual/relationship experience at all. Everyone's path of self-discovery and queerness is different. "I'm 26, therefore I should be Better At This" might sound right in your brain--but objectively, it's not so correct when you look beyond the heteronormative expectations of heteronormative society. Realizing and then embracing your sexuality can be really hard and takes time, and I think a lot of people share your feelings and fears about being a late bloomer (especially in any offline communities you might be a part of!).

My best advice is to be kind to yourself! This is a brave and vulnerable thing you're doing. There's no "proper" way to be gay. I very much understand the pressure you're feeling, but try to think of your sexuality as an aspect of yourself instead--not something you have to learn from or prove to anyone else. You are gay, and you are you. Simply for that, you're already exceeding expectations. That's the bottom line. ❤️

Putting yourself out there is so so so scary, and I want to validate that! But sometimes, if you're in a safe environment and feeling into somebody, the only way to do it is to do it scared. It might take a little practice and a little time! But I think you'll find that approaching someone as your genuine, gay, maybe even nervous self will benefit you to no end.

My ask box and DMs are ALWAYS open, and I wish you the very best of everything!! Be good to yourself! ❤️❤️❤️

[basicallyahedgehog]

Hi!

This is going to seem random but I promise it’s about your writing!! I’m pretty new to realizing I’m Ace (like very new) and I’m struggling with coming to terms with it, and with being really afraid of being alone my whole life, and like actually really grieving thinking I was just a picky bisexual (until listening to other people talk about attraction and realizing that is not my experience). And just generally having a pretty hard time.

But I just wanted to tell you that your fic ‘A Little Bit of You’ was so good. Like the beginning part of Harry not understanding that he’s flirting but just very casually affectionate is literally my life. (A part of my life that I have found baffling because doesn’t everyone want to hold their friends’ hands or play with their friends’ hair??? How is that flirting???) I literally started crying when I read that, I felt so seen and validated. Also just like the very real fear of never being loved, of being alone forever, of always being simultaneously too much and not enough. It’s like you took my whole entire heart and put it into a fic. And then you handed my fears the hope that for someone, doing life together is enough; making food together, snuggling on the sofa, getting to travel and adventure 🥹🥹😭😭😭

Anyway. Please pardon my rambling. It’s just that I’ve been really afraid and sad lately, and for a couple of minutes it felt like maybe everything will be okay. Thanks for sharing your writing. 💕

Hi Nonnie.

First off, congratulations on discovering this part of yourself! I know it feels huge and scary but I'm so so happy that you know yourself a little bit better now.

I'm so, so, so glad that my fic helped you, even just a little bit. Fanfic - specifically drarry fanfic - is where I first came across asexuality as a concept, let alone realising that I'm ace. So this feels full circle in a really beautiful way. If you haven't already, I'd encourage you to check out the fics linked in these lists. So many of them were instrumental to me discovering, accepting and feeling comfortable in my own aceness, and any I've read more recently always feel like a warm, affirming hug.

Harry in this is fairly heavily based on my own experiences. The amount of times I've been accused of flirting - and also was apparently being flirted with! (Can we normalise physical affection between platonic friends? Please???).

I promise, that someday, everything will be okay. I can't tell you what that is going to look like, but I truly believe that one day you will look back on this time and smile knowing just how far you've come. Whether that future includes a partner or not, you will be happy and have fulfilling relationships. Because being ace does not take away our capacity to love or be loved - it just looks different.

I didn't know I was ace until more than four years into my marriage. I figured out my demiromanticism even later than that. But those two facts about me don't change the fact that I have a husband whom I love - in my own, Rowan way - and who buys me light up keyboards and makes sure I have enough blankets and huffs when I hog the sheets.

Anyway, this has been a ramble of my own! But thank you so so much for reading my little fic, and for reaching out (I will treasure your words forever). If you ever feel comfortable, my DMs are always open (to you, and to everyone else).

But more than anything, Nonnie, I want you to know that you are valid and loved exactly as you are.

[yooniesim]

any suggestions for becoming a sims based blog? I used to do it back in the hayday of sims 3 but it's been YEARS and I still absolutely love making sims, but I'm too shy and nervous to interact with the community ;;;

hi nonny! this is a complicated question that I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask lol but let me try it out. I think I'm gonna separate it into two parts for ease of reading. And sorry if it's a bit more cynical than you probably expected. I've just learned a lot i wish I had done from the start, lol. So here we go.

Sims content

Post whatever tf you feel like. If you love making sims, post the hell outta them and don't worry about what anyone thinks. There's no one perfect type of content to appeal to everyone; the community is made up of a million smaller niche ones. Editors, sim makers, gameplayers, storytellers, cc makers, etc. If you're passionate about it, you'll find people that love your posts. So don't worry too much.

Don't get too hung up on editing, if you want your pics to look "better" then use gshade/reshade and/or simple psd actions to your liking. Don't let it get stressful cos it ain't worth it. If you don't enjoy editing, don't do it at all. (I wrote more about how I edit & make it easier in this post)

Try your very best not to worry about notes. I know it's hard. Everyone wants their stuff to be seen, but when it comes to engagement on here, you're aiming for quality over quantity. A few awesome mutuals commenting on your stuff is way better than 600 silent likes. Also, having more attention sucks bc it brings the vile swamp rats out of their holes to see what shit they can stir up. The brief serotonins aint worth it. Just aim to find a few cool ppl to talk about your sims with cos thats all that matters.

If you want, find bachelor/ette or similar challenges ppl are doing and submit sims for them. And once you get some mutuals/followers, open sim requests so you can make sims for people. It's super fun and awesome to see your sims in other people's games! And you don't have to talk too much if you don't feel like it, but it's an easy way to get involved with others.

Social stuff & safety

Comment on peoples posts often if you like them. Engage with ppl. Reblog posts you see you like but don't really have any reblogs. I know you said you're shy but, this is most of the way to actual have mutuals that enjoy talking to you and comment on your stuff as well. You can just not talk if you want but it'll make it harder to have any engagement unless you're really good at edits or cc making.

Don't get involved with drama/discourse, it means nothing and amounts to nothing. If you're going to boost someone else's post, look into it first and look for evidence that it's even true before you reblog. If people hate on you in your inbox, block the anon and don't respond even to laugh at them. Block anyone that gives you bad vibes. They look at you funny, breathe wrong, use a color you don't like. Block. If anyone tries to start shit with you, block & completely ignore them & don't comment on it. It hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it, and people will move on if you ignore them.

Don't reveal any personal info about yourself on here or to anyone in DMs. Don't use your real name. Don't have anything connected to your other socials. Don't trust anyone on here with your vulnerable emotions, past trauma, etc. And don't say anything in DM you wouldn't feel comfortable with everyone else on the internet potentially seeing.

If you pledge to people on patreon, be aware that your email will show up on their end when you do. Dont use your real name as your patreon username.

If simblr is causing you stress, you feel like your mental health is suffering, take breaks. Log off or delete the app for a while.

And... I think that's all I can think of for now. If there's anything else detailed you wanna ask about feel free. But these are just my general thoughts. Good luck, nonny :)

[chronically-ghosted]

wow! i happened to stumble on your blog while searching for more p. pascal fics -- let me tell you, both your frankie morales works are exceptional. easily the best writing ive came across; i immeadiately downloaded both onto my kindle for forever reading -- I hope you dont mind. There's just a way that you were able to write your characters as thoughtful, loving, multidimentional and humanized that constantly made my heart blush in each paragraph, each line had me eager for more. the link between the explanation of pottery renewed by gold and how frankie drips from it...the mr/mrs morales quips...I don't think I've come around any fic that delicately explores PTSD as well as you did. Again, so attentive, considerate, and reflective. I can tell that your writing is undoubtedly something you have pride in and for that I'm speechless. Thank you for being the author you are and I most definitely am looking forward to what you have in store for 2024. best and warmest wishes ❤️

nonnie, look, i'm bad at taking compliments without cracking a joke first but you put in the time to be so respectful, thoughtful, and clear so i'm gonna try to do the same: from the bottom of my heart, thank you. heavy topics like ptsd are something i'm always eager to explore, but they must always be handled with care and empathy. pedro approaches each of his characters with such deep empathy that i think we owe it to him to try to do the same. and, without getting too personal, of all the pedro characters, i think frankie is most like my own partner, so a lot of what you see in these fics comes from real life personal experience.

you are more than welcome to download any of my fics -- i don't think i've had any actually tell me that they have done that so you get extra bonus points. if you ever need/want recs for other frankie fics, lemme know. this fandom is insanely talented!

this totally and 100% made my week a bazillion times better so thank you so so so much! if you ever feel comfortable chatting, please don't hesitate to DM or find me on discord!

[osarina]

🧛/🐉

I tried to message you my thoughts on the finale, but realized a) you got those exclusive DMs (good for you, that is very wise), and b) I didn’t know if you had seen it yet. I’m glad to hear you have!!

At first, I was soooo upset because HEY THERE HAS BEEN NO ACTION FOR THE PAST 3/4 EPISODES!!! COME ON HOTD ‼️‼️ After listening to some of the audiobook, I think they kinda made the right move ONLY about not ending the season with (spoilers for tv onlies) Jace’s death. Considering the first season ended on Luke’s, I feel like it would have felt brutal/repetitive if this one ended with Jace’s.

But their pacing… my god, it needs some work. The first 4 episodes (maybe my mind is lying to me, but I remember loooving through episode 4, even if that one took my fav character from me 😔) actually felt like stuff was happening. 5 was the somewhat calm after the storm, and then I kept wanting the series to return to its bread and butter: dragons. I’m prolly forgetting good things in other episodes, but Daemon’s dream sequences reeeeally started to get on my nerves lol

Jace really grew on me in the finale tbh. Seeing all of team black’s dragon riders made me realize how hard Jace is trying to get along with them lol. Too bad I found out what happens to him in the book right after when I listened to the audiobook rip

Ohhhh my god. About that asoiaf thing… I love the idea of him having a son who was raised to hate him ahhhh that’s so cool!! And soooo like Fyodor

If he had a daughter, I think it would shatter me if a similar thing with Cersei happened to him. Like, he loved his children more than anything, but maybe Fyodor’s daughter (who’s actually his) was sent away by Fyodor — maybe for a marriage, maybe it was actual love similar to Myrcella and whatshisname — and then when he tried to retrieve her, she was murdered. Like… girldadzai will ALWAYS be famous ‼️‼️

(And then in her last moments, maybe she tells Dazai that she always knew he was her dad. 🫠🫠)

This was very wild and all over the place, but I’m glad to hear you’re doing better!!!

HOTD NONNIE MY DMS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN altho they're not gonna stay open for long bc idk why but i get a lot of spam dms WEEPS

omgg. ... hotd nonnie i totally think the opposite. like as glad as i am that we're getting more of jace, i do wish the second season had ended on his death because i would have liked to see the parallel/immediate comparison of rhaenyra's reaction to luke's death at the beginning of season 2 and then jace at the beginning of season 3 because iirc, jace's death is what really leads to "rhaenyra the cruel" and i thought it wouldve been cool to have it in direct perspective w the deaths in the season finales and the changes in her behavior in the first few episodes of each new season

yo genuinely i am not happy with what they're doing with this show like ive tried to be patient but holy fuck the entire harrenhal plotline was killing me and a lot of it felt very repetitive to me. i was so disappointed that they cut the battle of the burning mill only to have ONE major battle this season. i know that they were confirmed for a fourth season but i have no idea how they're gonna incorporate everything into two seasons now .. especialyl with this whole new plotline with alicent giving up king's landing ?? idk i have to reread the books but i feel like they fucked up the timeline with that but in short i am not happy with this season

i adore jace </3 he's one of my favorites - he would have made such a good king if given the chance

UGHHHHHHHH NOT FYODOR SENDING HER AWAY FOR A BETROTHAL no because now im weeping bc i imagine maybe they were twins - a girl and boy, and maybe the girl was hesitant to hate dazai in the way fyodor wanted her too. even kind of reaches out to him a bit but then he sends her away. while the son is kept close because he's followed directly in fyodor's footsteps </3

[riddlingabout]

hey finn, please know that there are people who care about you, love you (/p) and are here for you. im really sorry im sending this on anon bc im a bit anxious when sending asks sometimes, but if you want, i can dm you so you know who this is. you're a great person and i (and many others, im sure!) are always here for you. im sorry for the anon hate you got earlier, but know that that is not true at all and it's fucked-up of the anon to have said that. see this as a virtual hug i hope you will feel better soon, even if this message probably isn't helping 💗

goodness me, nonnie

this is such a sweet message, thank you so so much for saying this!

totally understand, please don't ever feel bad about sending asks on anon, it's so lovely to hear from you no matter where or how it comes to me :D

in fact, i've always DREAMED of having emoji anons, so if you'd like, you could always choose one of them if you'd like to talk more without revealing your identity? totally up to you, but please know this made my day, and helped more than you know ☺️

sending you hugs and comfort, you make the world a better place, my dear nonnie 🫶🏻