#i hope this helps anon i feel u so hard im wishing u luck on ur art journey my friend^_^ <3 <3 <3

[eebie]

Eeeeebles how do you draw so cool so much all the time do you do anythjng for motivation /inspiration bc iomm suffering wit drawing rn n u r seriously one of my FAV fav artists forever so if u Just so happen to have any advice on thar. aaughaaoauugghhhhh

AUUWUUWGHHHHH.... I LOVE U ANON ................ Well i feel u with the inspiration sometimes im like Bluuehhhggrhhhh i dont want 2 fucking draw/whats the point/idk WHAT 2 draw and usually those r thje times where i kinda like. step back like Woah, why am i putting all of this pressure on myself 2 perform when it only makes me even more stressed about it!!! does the entire opposite of what u want. its like messing around with ooblek the more pressure you put on it the more it doesnt wanna go anywhere And if you keep tryin it'll just. crumble up. So ease up a bit ^_^... let yourself rest. watch things that inspire you or just make you feel good! i know spiderverse is HUGE for me, as well as gorillaz and little nightmares, so that's usually my go-to.

Sometimes trying out new mediums helps a lot too!!!! the other day i was Feelin it real bad i was just sitting at my desk binging a show mindless like.. damn i havent drawn in forever, i kinda wanna but i just Can't like why bother... but i was also just. Bored out of my bualls (boredom is very good for creativity) so i grabbed my sketchbook anyways n decided to try something new with colored pencils. it was kinda Icky at first like wtf... this feels lame. I still hate drawing. but i just kept doing it like little scribbles, gently poking at the ooblek And That Metaphor Sucks Now and i'm not going to use it anymore. but anyways i just did some small nothings, no-effort doodlin which helped me relax, and slowly, eventually, i was like, hey i actually remember why i liked doin art in the first place! And now i've gone mad with power and use colored pencil all the time and it fucking rocks. so yeah just trying something new can help a bunch, esp if you're feeling stuck! watercolor is fun but unforgiving, so bewaaaaaare ehehe.

also did a whole other ask about how important it is to keep a sketchbook that's convenient to use while you're on the move, if you can get your hands on one! small and easy to whip out is the way 2 go, because it's a huge moodkiller when you have to haul around a giant ass brick that takes forever to get out and put away yknow! at the present moment i tear through sketchbooks like i am someone who really loves to eat paper as compared to when i had a really big notebook and barely did anything in it because it was 1. hard to move, and 2. intimidating as hell b/c of how big the pages were!!

[nottsangel]

(i have to start by saying that theo + knife play it's *chef's kiss* a++, second of all, pronouns are she/her for ♣️anon, and now third-)

Lately you've been kind of stressed. Between extra work for upcoming tests and fred being kind of on edge, you didn't have much time to relax. Luckily, as thanks for helping him with potions, ron told you about the prefects bathroom and the password to get in. How truly sweet of him! And with all the stress piling up you're ready to take him up on that offer.

Ron was feeling quite stressed as well. After a few days of him patrolling around the corridors next to the bathroom, with you still not showing up, he was almost ready to give up. But, it appears lady luck was on his side tonight, as he saw you stealthily creeping towards the bathroom, a small bag of toiletries in your hand.

While ron could see you, you couldn't see him, as he just so happens to have "borrowed" harry's invisibility cloak. So, as you entered the bathroom, he quickly snuck in after you before the door closed. Now, he swears he was only going to catch a glimpse of your body and then go, just admire you a bit from afar and then move on. But the second you took your robes off, he was transfixed, watching your exposed skin, finally getting to see your pretty pussy after all this time, as you took your dark orange lacy panties off. Hm, his favourite colour. Were you hoping he would watch you tonight?

The image of you dipping into the foam filled bath was truly divine, skin glowing wet, and he liked to imagine you knew you were there together, sharing an intimate moment like this. His cock was aching in his pants, but he didn't want to ruin the moment with something so perverted, at least until -

"Ah". No, there was no way. There was no way ron could ever be this lucky. There was no possible way you were actually - "mhm". But you were. You were... Touching yourself. With him, here, letting him watch as you played with your pussy. Ron felt as in a trance as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants, following your movements, pretending it was him who was touching you. He wondered how it would be to feel you soft and wet around him, how it would be to finally kiss you, feel your tongue against his.

He was getting closer, seeing your tits bounce as you moved faster, your moans sounding even more delicious up close than through the walls of his room. Looking for more friction he grabs the pair of orange panties and wraps them around his cock, only needing a few more pumps and your orgasm to cum, covering your panties with his seed, while some drops end up in the bath water. You came at the same time! How romantic!!! He wishes that next time this happens he will be inside you.

Panicking about what to do with the ruined panties, he decides to put them in his pocket, maybe he'll return them later. When it's time to get dressed and you notice the missing garment, you look around scared for a couple of seconds. But, oh well, it is a magic school after all, sometimes things go missing, maybe you pissed off a ghost or something.

(these keep getting longer oops)

THANK U SM !!!!! i was quite proud of that one ngl but you’re the first one who’s said anything about it so im v happy rn 💞💞💞

eeeeee i was already looking forward to your new ask!!!!!

SHDJDJDJD he keeps getting more pervy with each ask GODDDDD this was so fucking hot im literally on my knees for ur writing. both of you masturbating at the same time without you even knowing he’s right there watching you…… and he even uses your panties…… wow.

[fyodoro]

hiiiiihi!! if you want, can u write akito w/ a partner who preforms and sings with their band just like him- but one day the reader overworks themselves for this one performance their doing, and once they perform, they just- collapse on stage.. im sorry if this is hard to write:( take care!

So Open Your Eyes; You’re Someone Strong

Featuring Akito Shinonome

Hi anon, sorry this took a bit. I put reader in VBS for the sake of the idea I had, sorry if that’s not what you wanted. But I hope you enjoy :}

CW) reader overworks, collapsing/fainting

You met Akito not so long before he met Toya. He still had his terrible attitude problem around that time that typically drove people off, so he found it intriguing when you paid no mind to it. You two bonded over your passions for music and reaching the top, become close ‘acquaintances,’ as Akito said during this time.

Although he only considered you an acquaintance, Akito didn’t hesitate to invite you to join Vivid BAD SQUAD. You of course, took up his offer, feeling even more prepared to perform than before now that you’re apart of a team. But you remained closer to Akito, practically glued to his side at times.

It wasn’t too big of a surprise when you and Akito announced to the teammates that you were officially dating. They all saw the signs way before either of you did. It was slightly embarrassing being told you and him were the last to realize these feelings, but everyone was happy for you two, certainly making yours and Akito’s mood brighter.

Akito always noticed you had a slight habit of pushing yourself too far, but it became more apparent when he spent days and nights with you. He’d notice how you’d forget to drink water or eat dinner as you worked, not giving yourself many breaks. There’s been nights where Akito has had to pull you away from your desk and put you to bed simply because you refused to pause your work.

It took time- a lot of it- but Akito gradually helped you out of this habit and know your limits. He felt comfortable knowing you can stop pushing yourself without any assistance now, even telling you how proud he was.

But as they say- not everything can last forever.

You would never tell him of course, that you were pushing your limits again and overworking. After all, this next performance at the live house has to be perfect. You can’t afford to be behind, you just need to perfect your vocals just a bit more.

You stayed up almost all night before forcing yourself to go to sleep, despite knowing you’d only be able to get an hour or two of rest. But in the moment you didn’t believe it’d matter; that it would negatively affect your performance.

After preparation and last minute training with the group, the time of the performance finally arrived. Everyone wishing good luck to each other and final words of encouragement.

It didn’t feel the same in the live house- on the stage- for you at least. Noises were blending together and the lights felt brighter than usual. There was a loud ringing in your ear that definitely wasn’t helping you hear.

Akito, An, Kohane and Toya all noticed how messy your voice and movements were, how slurred and slow your voice was and how it looked like you were struggling to support your legs and body. They just hoped that you would be ok and able to finish this song and that the audience wouldn’t notice. Although, it was inevitable.

It shocked everyone when you collapsed on stage, it felt so sudden. The group wasn’t bothered with apologizing to the audience immediately, rather just helping you to a safe spot. Akito and Kohane helped carry you off stage and into the back, while An and Toya explained to the live house staff what was going on and that they won’t be finishing their performance.

Akito felt many emotions swirl in him; guilt, anger, annoyance, worry and more. He didn’t need to ask you what happened- he already knew. You were overworking again and he wasn’t there to help you. He felt terrible, but he couldn’t begin to imagine how you feel right now.

The group agreed on not calling an ambulance and just letting Akito take you home. The hospital would only take longer and who knows what would happen if you woke up just then. So Akito bid his farewell to the group before lifting you on his back and taking you home. He didn’t know what to say to you, and it’s not like you’d hear him anyway. He just hoped you’d wake up soon.

He stayed by your side until you woke up, refusing to sleep before he knew if you were alright. When Akito noticed your shuffling and low mumbles he was broken out of any thought he had. He waited and waited for your eyes to open and when they finally did he didn’t waste a moment to kiss you.

“I’m sorry- you only just woke up..”

“Akito I’m-“

“Don’t be sorry, don’t. I wish I was there to help you and stop you from pushing yourself too far but it’s not your fault (Name)- you didn’t ruin anything… the live house said we can perform again in a few days. It’s okay.” He didn’t want you to feel guilty for a second, Akito just wanted you to feel safe now that your awake.

You promised to Akito that you wouldn’t overwork for the next show or any show after, and that if you felt like you were doing too much- call him. He was just glad you were okay and stable, and you were just glad Akito is there with you.

[lunicho]

i spent an arm and a leg.. but my family helped me out cuz my birthday is in june.. i feel very grateful but it did make me feel nauseous to spend that money but there’s sooo much that comes with the vip, at least imo normal stuff i think?? like check in, first entry, the keepsake lanyard and stuff and then access to merch BUT u also get soundcheck, send off, and a limited edition gift (whatever that means) buttt my bias is wooyoung and i really really want to meet them i think it’d be so nice to just say hi to them and if i can, take a selfie with woo and then get something like a photocard signed😭 i also think i’ll still be closer on the floor than i would be in a seat even if i’m a bit further back and it’ll be fun to experience the concert with so many other atinys rather than by myself in my seat :(

i think 82major might come to a city even closer to me because a lot of groups with smaller companies have been touring there recently so i’m really excited about that too!! thank u sm yeah i’m excited, i cried a little but i just felt silly too cuz i bought another ticket first (i will def be able to sell it) but like the vip stuff wasn’t loading and i was trying to convince myself i didn’t need it😭😭😭

sigh.. what’s new with you? i know you have a lot of events coming up in the next few weeks, how’re you feeling about those? have you decided on riize?

- 🍑 anon

aww that's super sweet!! be sure to stop by on your bday so i can wish u a super super super happy b'day!! im glad you're able to go and i hope they organize your send off well so that you're able to have a fair experience! wishing u so so much luck 🫶

ooh that's so fun they better go there! im literally so excited to see them it's not even funny 😭 can't wait to hear about all of your interactions with seongbin once their con comes 🙏🏾 i had that happen to me 😭 i ended up buying two different tickets before buying new ones for enha last year but i was luckily able to sell it on concert day! im glad u got vip regardless, im so so happy for u 🫶 have you started planning your outfit yet!!

currently planning my trip to la for riize 😞 i wanna spend the smallest amount as i possibly can so yeah... i am gonna end up going to riize 💔 im a little stressed about it all cuz txt on the 18th... riize on the 20th.. it's a lot but i wanna go so im gonna make it work! im trying really hard to do as many fun things as i can this year cuz i never do anything fun or anything worth talking about so im trying to live this year to the fullest!!

[multiplicity-positivity]

hey, uh. sry if this gets a bit vent-y. feel free 2 delete.

how do u force urself to go dormant?

i just. i dont think it's good for me to be around. i cant trust any1 and nobody even cares in the first place. im the only 1 in system whos this miserable 99.9% of the time. the 1 thing i got happy abt making got ruined 4 me. i seem to just be a holder of bad things. i cant deal w this.

im part of a subsystem so it's difficult for the gatekeepers 2 manage 1 part of us. and also they're so fucking stubborn abt not agreeing 2 force some1 into dormancy. so i cant ask them.

- 🎵

hey, I’m really sorry, but we don’t have an answer for you here. we don’t know how a headmate can force dormancy on themselves, and even if we did… idk i’d feel a bit uncomfortable recommending that or sharing tips for accomplishing it.

for what it’s worth… we care. we are so so happy you exist and we are happy you came to us with this ask. honestly you are so strong and brave for continuing to exist despite the pain and despite your misery, none of which do you deserve btw. you deserve good things. you deserve happiness.

it may seem impossible right now, but things can and will get better. you don’t have to be optimistic all the time in order for joy to come your way. and as a holder of bad things (be it trauma memories, pain, negative emotions, or anything else) we feel like it’s okay to be sour. it’s okay to be upset that your life is painful so often. it can be really hard to sit with that, to accept that, and it isn’t fair that it’s all on you. we’re sorry to hear that you’re struggling.

we have full faith that you will find something else that makes you happy. it may come at a time when you least expect it, but don’t count yourself out just because the thing you used to love got ruined for you.

it’s spring where we live, and wildflowers are popping up everywhere. we like to look at them. we like to hear birds calling out to each other and we love to look at the clouds. maybe you can find a similar sort of joy in observing nature. it may be small, but when you’re in a lot of pain, even small moments of happiness can be huge victories (they can for us, anyway).

we hope you can get the chance to explore new things and find something else to be passionate about. we hope you can find a new welcome, comforting distraction from your pain. if there is anything at all we can do to help you with this, don’t hesitate to reach out. even if you just need someone to listen… we’re here.

good luck, anon. we believe in you and we care about you. we hope things turn around for you soon, but until then, please know you’re not alone. wishing you peace and rest in your future.

[antoncore]

i feel like it’s hard to get a job everywhere rn :(( i’m sorry but i wish u luck in finding one soon<333

i’m usually curious about what ppl use but makeup n skincare are funny cuz ppl like to influence n recommend stuff and swear by it or whatever but it’s such a personal preference based thing idkk.. and i’ve found less is more lately with skincare too like some ppl are doing way tooo much..

i think im going to end up taking a nap soon!! i hope u have a good night and rest well<333

- 🧸 anon

it rlly is and it doesn’t help that nowhere replies :( but thank you love!! and exactly, what works for one person may not work for another so idk why influencing is rlly a thing (even though admittedly i have been influenced before lol) but have a good nap + thank u so much <33

[driaswrld]

hi dria!! you don't need to answer this ask, just wanted to check in and wish you luck and send you good feelings🥺 dunno if you're in school or uni or anything else but studies are hard, even more so when others are involved :(

sooo please take care and remember to breathe in and out (it probably sounds annoying when it's from someone else but it does help. mostly?). take breaks and drink water !!! (not coffee, or at least not as much. maybe green tea if you want to keep things going, apples are also good)

lemonbalm tea is good for relaxation (but it can cause sleepiness, so be mindful of that!)

give your mind and eyes a few seconds of resting (eyes are also v important if you don't want to get a headache or see blurry :( )

that's it!! i hope you have a nice rest of the weekend ♡

- 🫧

p.s: i feel like there's a bigger amount of broken english in this ask compared to the others but oh well–

oh hello my love !!

tysm u always have the best tips and the kindest words (i fear you're my lover from a past life yk me too well😭) it's like you've read my inner frustrations vv well but you're always so perceptive aren't you?

i had milk tea this morning n some amazing pastries i waited so long for while i worked on a few of my papers (ive been surviving off water since then since i haven't rlly felt hungry yet) i have takeout in the fridge rn but ive never tried lemonbalm tea (im trying to be a tea connoisseur but i haven't gotten far😭) so i'll be sure to try!!

i was actually about to take a nap but i saw your ask and remembered that a previous anon asked me to ask you if you could send the links for your poly stsg bots since they were searching n couldn't find them

(idk why my replies to ur asks are always so long pls be patient with me😭)

and please, your english is perfect as ever no worries, i hope you're having a restful weekend too (also how are your studies going? and do you have any more reading to recommend?)

I FORGOT TO SAY- i read the poems you recommended and they were so beautiful, if you want i could tell you my thoughts abt it later <33

[spacedikut]

hi different anon here! but what if spencer had to take a mandatory arts class of some kind for his degree (i don’t know how caltech or phd courses work but we’re going to ignore that) and he’s getting super frustrated because he’s so good at all of his other academic classes but he just! can’t! figure! out! the arts!!! but then reader is in the same class as him and notices that he’s struggling so they offer to help him out?

it’s kind of a role reversal of the usual spencer-tutors-reader in college (because he’s a genius so it’s an obvious [and very good!] dynamic)

and bonus points if it’s a pottery class and they have a “ghost” moment 🙈🙈 (reader is obv patrick swayze 🤤) but make it any medium you want! or even a music class!! up to you my dear <3

ok for some reason i immedaitely thought of finger painting but. have decided against that

idk how art classes work either but if it’s anything like art was in school then you’re kind of left to you own devices? so let’s go with that. it’s fiction babey!

this was meant to be headcanons/random concepts but turned in a messy blurb so it’s under read more

he loves art and isn’t so bummed out that he has to take the class because - again - he likes it But the issue is he likes Looking at it, Not creating it. he’s got jiggly hands that squirm and twitch without his consent constantly and that doesn’t bode well for drawing fine details and intricate patterns, so he’s hoping because it’s an introductory course it’ll be. maybe more theory than anything else? or at least just basic tools and mediums so he can struggle through with a grimace from the professor

he ends up with /oil/ paints though and he’s looking from the bowl of fruit to his easel to thr OIL PAINTS and derek is there, in spirit, going hahahaha good luck pretty boy! and spencer Could ask to change the type of paint he’s using but he’s awkward and so. grits his teeth and goes. alrighty this is it this is life im using oil paints, something notoriously difficult for a beginner, which is what i am, a beginner, and i am now putting these expensive paints to this expensive easel with my inexperienced hands-

and you’ve been watching him since he stepped in, because he’s pretty, and now you’re grimacing cause Oh Boy he does not know what he’s doing and he’s. he’s breaking the paintbrushes. you can hear the bristles cracking from across the room.

spencer would’ve noticed you if he wasn’t so Humiliated (he, too, easily notices pretty people) so when you creep up behind him and say, “oil paints are difficult, aren’t they?” in this understanding voice that he follows with his head, his first thought is- oh, so to top it all off a piece of art has come to life? this is where we are now?

he does that thing where he forces out a little breath along with a small smile and goes, “ah, yeah. i didn’t want to ask for something else, so,” and weakly lifts the palette in his hand as if to say, it is what it is.

“i could help, if you’d like?”

and he agrees cause he’s eager to learn! and you, a masterful artistic genius, blow him away with not only your knowledge (you’re into the theory kind of stuff too and at one point he jolts himself, realises he was staring at you with his mouth open, and deeeeep down wishes someone would think of him the way he thinks of you when you ramble) but your actual skills too! and you’re a great teacher! patient, understanding, and did he say patient? because he has painted a damn sky at least 15 times and every time he Somehow makes clouds look phallic and you just go hehe :) and he’s like I love u (internally)

several weeks in, when you and spencer have become arty friends, the subject turns to drawing people rather than objects - you tell him getting people /right/ is something you struggle with yet you love doodling your friends and family in your sketchbook. the first body spencer draws (that isn’t a stick man) is done in crayons, which he’s found is the medium that works best for him (only when the crayon is properly wrapped. because the waxy feel of them Freaks him out)

you help him learn about drawing anatomy while he tells you /about/ anatomy, he attempts to sketch a hand and it’s so odd looking he laughs so hard he CRIES and you finally convince him to try charcoal, your personal favourite

it’s messy and gets everywhere (spencer opens his mouth to complain about his expensive grey cardigan but then- the little mark is a physical representation of this memory between you and him, huddled close together as you both draw aimlessly in your sketchbook, and the mark feels more like a blessing) but spencer ends up agreeing that charcoal sketches look the best.

then he sees something he shouldn’t have.

you’re talking about how you sketch your family all the time - there’s several of your roommates and your pets and a sheep u saw this one time - then there’s...someone oddly familiar? that he catches a glimpse of? and before he can think he goes “wait-“ opens that page and it’s him. him, standing too close to an easel with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration and it’s a charcoal sketch of him from last week.

you’re embarrassed. “that’s weird, im sorry-“

“you make me look good” he tells you, smiling sweetly, and you’re convinced it’s just to comfort you but you’re too glad he isn’t filing a restraining order you let it slide

i mean. have you seen his face? how can anyone look at that and not want to start chiselling marble?

then he gets secretive, weird, a little odd and definitely is avoiding you. he paints and draws with his back to you, still talks to you but over his shoulder and can never really look you in the eyes. you think this is it and that the sweetheart you’ve come to see as more than a friend is Done with you, because you’re a CREEP, and then after a weekend of silence on his end this happens:

while you’re getting your stuff ready, he walks up silently and slides a small sketchbook in front of you. you stare at it, wondering what it’s for, and he nods at it and tells you to open it. when you go to, he stops you-

“a-actually, let me give you a page to start on-“

when he manhandles the book his hands brush yours, his already bright red cheeks get redder, and you bite your tongue so you don’t sigh dreamily.

he’s drawn you.

it’s not perfect and kind of not pretty - a lot of harsh edges and weird shading - but you can tell its you. it’s you, drawn by him, probably from memory, and he’s drawn little hearts around your head because he’s the cutest? evidently?

“it’s really bad, but i thought-“ you look directly at him, making him freeze. he’s got a little charcoal just under his eye. unabashedly, you reach up and wipe it away, hand remaining at the side of his face when you’re done. “i thought you deserve to feel how i felt when you drew me.”

“and how did you feel?”

he gulps. “loved.”

all you can do in the Classroom you’re in is beam sickeningly sweet at one another, lost in your own world while there’s a wordless exchange. the rest of the sketchbook is full of half attempts at sketching you - in different positions, with different expressions, some with a full head while others are half a face. some of them are hilarious, but they’re all made with the purest intentions. “i love it.”

and when you share a look then, you don’t need to verbally say what comes next just yet.

(and. yes. the second you see a pottery class is available you drag him and Make him sit between your legs and he’s never blushed so much in his life the teacher asks if he needs air. at one point you think it’d be funny to peck his neck and the shiver it sends through him is so shocking your mould on the wheel is squished between his hands)

[actualbird]

I was referring to the music box sound, yes! I did realise it was Marius' theme on a music box after playing the other cards since I'm more familiar with their songs than Marius'. So I went to rewatch the pv just to make sure my ears weren't playing tricks on me. Very, Very bad explanation of music incoming because I am horrible at theory but the first five notes on the piano starting around 40 seconds in are the ones that I mistook for a rickroll and it's probably because the notes, while not wholly similar to one another, sound close enough and are played in the same ascending/descending order. That and also I'm used to music boxes changing the pitch of music a little which probably made me already inclined to mishear it. Now that I've heard it I can't unhear it though help......

Anyway, thank you for the congratulations on Marius and vufuyuf omg I am so sorry Luke refuses to come home to you. Luke please...cooperate......don't come home at hard pity :(

As for me, I still need Artem so yet again good luck to everyone pulling!!! Even if they drain your schips, I hope all your favourites come home eventually or you at least get some off-focus SSRs you've been eyeing!

-Milkyway Anon (Last time I sent an ask on pc the emoji didn't load and it feels weird not signing off even though it's obvious who's sending this fyfuyfuyfu)

milkyway you are now cursed with Marius Is Rick Rolling You 24/7!!!

this did make me curious though but ive got a shit ear and work way better visually so i decided to look up the sheet music and....got even more confused cuz i remembered that while i learned piano in my childhood, im jared, 19, never learned how to read (sheet music) JHVKSJHDFKSJ

thank u as well for the.....condolences HAHAJAHFKAHD. wishing u the best on getting artemmmm!!! :DDD

[bittyb0t]

I think I might be objectum ..? Im still not sure. (LIKE i know I definitely dont have romantic of sexual feelings (I think) but definitely platonic) but like, u talking ab ur experiences rlly made me realize it. I DUNNO !! I still have a lot to figure our. But . Thank u so much <3 (also I have no idea what’s going on w the anon stuff but I hope that’s sorted. U genuinely seem so sweet idk why ppl r giving u hate :1)

~⭐️

yeah, attractions can be hard to figure out sometimes! but i’m genuinely glad i could help spread awareness about being objection and i wish you good luck on figuring things out! :]

[wearequeer-andwearehere]

hi ryan!! i hope you're doing alright <33 so i've been with my first & current girlfriend for about six months (long distance), but during the process of dating i realized i am aromantic. it all clicked with me instantly with what had been happening to me throughout my life and the label resonated with me, but i honestly can't help but feel anxious & guilty of myself, like im a very dishonest/horrible person and that, somehow, feel like I've "lied" to my partner and to myself all this time. I really care about her and love her a lot, but I've been feeling for a long while like i can't be the romantic partner she expects me to be. i want to talk to her about it and explain the situation, but i kinda don't know how to initiate it or how's she's gonna react to it after all this time. I feel like it's going to hurt her *a lot* given the fact that she's very invested in the relationship & has very high expectations of us and me, it makes me feel very guilty about it each day that passes because i also dont want to drag it any longer.

you're absolutely not entitled to respond to this if you don't want to, of course. i thank you in advance for reading it and for your wonderful account. it's such a safe place for me :")💖 i send u a hug !!

Heya there :DD I’m doin okay!!!!!!

Ahhhh mate I’m so proud of you!! Coming to terms with your sexuality can be hard but you did it, and I’m so so proud of you my friend. Being aro is awesome  and I’m really happy for you for figuring it out :DDDDDD

Anon, let me tell you this. You are not a bad person. You are not dishonest. You took some time to figure out your sexuality and that’s totally normal, you’re in a bit of a sticky situation but it is not your fault. 

Honestly, my advice is to just get it over with and explain it to her. It will probably hurt her but you’re obviously suffering a lot, and you both will definitely be a lot happier if you communicate.

Sending you hugs too, my friend 🫂 I wish you luck, and I hope it turns out alright!!

[moved-danganronpamess]

Nagito reacting to his motherly fem!s/o calling him their "hope" and giving him all the love she's been craving to give him after a long day of school? headcanons please! Thank youu

Anon, are we spiritually connected?? Motherly/affectionate s/o’s are my favorite kind of readers... and Nagito is my favorite character... anon ily

(DANG IT, i’ve realized the texting thing looks fine on website tumblr but is screwed on mobile tumblr,, guys forgive me pls)

Dearie, thank you for requesting! Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovely!! 💗 - Mod Mikan who is a HUGE Nagito simp

Nagito With a Motherly! S/O Who Pampers Him After a Long Day

You had always had a motherly personality - fussing and checking up with your loved ones, always offering to help others and give advice. When you met Nagito at Hope’s Peak Academy and heard how much he despised himself, your instincts immediately kicked in. You worried about how quick he was to praise others but quicker to insult himself. Even before the two of you began dating, you constantly reminded him about how great he was and shot down any attempts of self deprecation. When you two were finally official, the affection just tripled. Good morning and night texts, hugs, kisses, you name it! You even had to start making homemade lunches for the boy because he had a bad habit of skipping meals.

Normally the two of you would take the bus and walk to school together, but today was different. He wasn’t there at the bus stop this morning and when you texted him, he didn’t respond. So now you were panicking at school, worried that something happened to your boyfriend. You had even made his favorite food today… 

Eventually class began, but you could hardly focus. How could you, you had no idea where your lover was?! You kept making sneaky glances at your phone in hopes of seeing it light up with a notification from Nagito, but to no avail. You sighed and crossed your fingers that he was ok. You really wanted to give him his good morning kiss and hug!!

Your first period class had ended and you began walking to your next one, clutching your phone sadly when you felt it vibrate in your hand. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Nagito had finally responded! Quickly you scrolled down from the multitude of texts you’d spammed him with.

you

nagito where r u???                                                                                                bb pls respond im worried 🥺                                                                                  istg ur getting bombarded with love as soon as i see u again

💗my hope💗

Hello there (Name!)                                                                                                  It’s pathetic trash like me made you worry..                                                            But I’m just fine! Just some bad luck today!

Your heart squeezed as you frowned. That made sense, his luck usually caused stuff like this to happen unfortunately. There was one time he got hit by a car on his way to school and you never cried so much before. Just thinking about it gave you a heart attack. Quickly you typed back a response, eyes glued to your phone, muttering apologies to whoever you bumped into. 

you                                                                                                                       no its ok bby i was just wanted to make sure u were alright 💗                          also ur not trash!!! i made ur fav food today too love <3

💗my hope💗

Haha, to think someone like me would hear such words…                                    Truly, I’m lucky! I’ll see you at lunch, my hope!

You grinned as you made your way to your next class, eagerly waiting for lunch to come. When the bell rang, you quickly grabbed your stuff and made a mad dash for the rooftop. (The mutual choice of place to spend your lunch period, sometimes people would give you weird looks for spending time with Nagito, which made him apologize and try to leave, much to your dismay.) You began to wait, and wait, but there was no sign of your partner. You frowned again and sent a quick text to him. Maybe if you roamed the school you could find him? You skipped around the halls, glancing at your phone every now and then for any new texts. Soon you were in front of the principal’s office when you heard a lecturing voice inside.

“Komaeda, I can’t even count the number of times you’ve come in late because of some unthinkable scenario…”

“Haha… it's just my luck has been acting up lately sir.”

You frowned for probably the hundredth time that day, it felt impolite to eavesdrop but your heart hurt for your boyfriend. You wished that people would take the time to understand him, he can’t control his luck! You huffed as you walked away, a new mission developing in your head - Operation Give Nagito a Bunch of Love After School.

After school, you patiently stood at the entrance of the academy when you finally saw your boyfriend exit. Your heart began pounding as you bounced excitedly, your boyfriend on the other hand, seemed pleased to see you as well but also tired.

“Nagito, baby!” You called as you rushed over to him and immediately cradled him into your chest, not caring who saw or heard. He was very tall, so would normally be a bit hard, but he was used to your affectionate nature. You began petting his hair and placing soft kisses on his head.

“Ah, to be held by you after today… the bad luck was worth it,” he melted into your embrace.

“Love, let’s go home, ok? Then you can tell me all about your day.” With a bit of encouragement from you, Nagito reluctantly released you from his grasp. You grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it as to not make him feel lonely, and the two of you ventured to the bus stop. On the bus, you didn’t stop giving him love, he deserved it 24/7! You let him place his head on your shoulder and cuddle your side. You spoke in a soothing voice as you told him about your day, which was quite uneventful without Nagito.

As soon as the two of you reached your house, you forced him onto the couch with some warm blankets and began drying his hair. For some reason it was wet, something must have splashed him this morning you assumed. Nagito naturally leaned his head back, your fingers felt so good in his hair.

“Darling, do you want to talk about today?”

Nagito’s content expression twitched as he sighed. “It’s nothing too important… just woke up late, missed the bus and got splashed by some water when it drove past…” he continued to list off the things that happened to him with his usual casual voice, as if it was no big deal. “But I’m sure I made you wait, morning time and lunch time I left you by yourself. You should stop paying attention to trash like me and find some more reliable company-”

“Nagito, you’re not trash, ok?” You paused drying his hair and came around to sit next to him. “You’re not just anyone to me - you’re my boyfriend. I will wait for you however long it takes, I will care and love you for the rest of my life. You are my hope, Nagito.”

Nagito looked shocked. “I’m… your hope?”

“Of course you are! You always call me your hope, why wouldn’t you be mine?” you teased, peppering his face with kisses.

“I-I… thank you.”

“Come here, baby. Lie down.” You braced your back on the edge of the couch and motioned to Nagito to lay down on you. Nagito eagerly took the opportunity, burying his face in your soft chest. His cold skin was a nice contrast to your warmth. You eased him out of his school jacket so both of you would have as much skin to skin contact as possible. Your legs intertwined with his, as you began to place kisses from his jawline to his neck, making him whine in pleasure.

“I’m the one whose supposed to taking care of you-”

“Shh… it’s my job too. You’ve had a long day… just relax in my arms and forget about it, my love.”

He didn’t put up much of a protest as he continued to nuzzle into your chest. “My hope, thank you for loving someone li-,” he paused and changed his line of thought, “for loving me. I… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I love you so much-”

“I’m not going away, Nagi… I’m staying right by your side forever, no matter what happens. Now… take a nap, babe. I’ll be right here when you wake up…”

[sunflowerseraph]

im so happy you are in a place like that with yourself <3 it must've been very hard to get where u are today. I hope it's okay if i share my feelings with you cause it has been bothering me lately :/ you don't have to read or answer this!!!!!

i have been experiencing worse and worse dysphoria for a few months, and i have no idea if it's gender or body dysphoria, and i think it might all be linked to mental problems of mine and overall not being satisfied with myself as a person. I will be seeing a therapist soon thankfully, but it's so frustrating to figure this out. I know many people don't have that option, which is heartbreaking... What has been advised to me and what I'm trying to do is experimenting with how i present, seeing what feels comfortable for me, what doesn't etc. And really just trying not to push these feelings under the rug until i know what they mean, instead just try to accept them.

I hope you're only going to get better, and i wish you luck on your journey <3 sorry for venting on u, i just don't really have anyone to talk to at the moment, i hope i didn't bother you

Hi! I wanna start off saying you absolutely didn't bother me it's alright! No need to apologize ^0^ I'm so happy for u for being able to see a therapist and being open to change!! That's super good and I'm proud of you! I'm gonna type a lot under the cut !!

I think alot my dysphoria,body and gender wise, did absolutely stem from a place of discomfort with my own self! Like not being satisfied with myself as a person. Learning to accept yourself n grow, and learning to love/accept all the bits I was ashamed of and growing past that has definitely helped. And by no means am I perfect at it. Like don't get me wrong I still have those days,weeks,months! But I just think it's part of learning to grow up and living your life for you yknow? I'm still young, I still have time to work through this shit. I don't want to be miserable anymore, after suffering for so long. I think I've just got a different way of processing yknow? I think I've tough loved myself bc like. I can't lay down and die yknow? I can't just give up and say it's too hard or too much. I have to try, even if it's a small inch a day. I might not even make the full inch in a day! But the point Is I'm actively trying. I wanna better myself for the people I have around me and the people who need me.

You're absolutely right in not pushing those feelings down and under the rug btw! That's exactly what I'm tryna get at. Addressing your feelings n the things you experience can only help you in the healing process even if it hurts!

I genuinely wish the best for you anon :] I'm sending all my luck n love n well wishes for you on your journey too!! If you ever need anything feel free to drop by bc I don't mind at all ^-^ admitting your emotions and having the courage to talk about them will never be bothersome, not to me!

[pluralrights]

do you have any advice on how to realize if ur plural or not/how to come to terms w being plural ?? ive been thinking about it for a while and sometimes i almost fully agree that i am and then i immediately go back around and say theres no way i can be,,, i know that theres ways to be plural w/o trauma (i dont. think i have trauma ? if i do, it wouldnt have been until i was 12, that i can remember at least) but all of my friends tht r systems r very anti-endo so it kinda scares me to think tht i might b an endo system,,, and while if i /was/ plural itd explain a lot of things but im also scared that the only reason i think im plural is because ive been doing research on dissociative disorders for a project (even though ive been questioning before that,,,). the thought of being plural itself doesn't scare me (id prolly only tell like one person LMAO) but jus,, idk theres jus Something stopping me from accepting it nd idk if its bc im faking it or bc i jus don wan accept it.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG IM SO SORRY tl;dr could u help give some advice on how to realize/come to terms w being plural ??

Hey anon!! We didnt spend much time questioning plurality ourselves (though accepting it as a positive thing was a Lot longer of a process) so we don’t have much specific advice, but generally a few things-

- You can’t fake things accidentally!! You can be wrong or mistaking your experiences for something else, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Exploring your identity in general is a good thing! Even if you’re not yet 100% sure, doing things like trying to reach out to your system members, making them pluralkit profiles, and making a plural tumblr and just generally seeing if identifying/presenting as plural feels right can be helpful!!

-From what im getting i think having your friends negatively view your identity is making things harder for you, and thats definitely a hard situatuation, but i think joining some inclusive plural spaces (ie, discord servers) that welcome questioning systems (most do!) could be helpful for you as well (we’ve reblogged some links to ones we personally think are comfortable before!)

We wish you the best of luck and hope youre having a good day <3!!

[arimendoza]

to the anon who asked this: It’s loving cedric diggory hours in my brain so I’d love to read you venting your headcanons about him?? What do you think about his childhood and family and friends and what happened to them after (because Cursed Child isn’t canon)

tumblr deleted ur ask RIGHT as i posted it and im so sorry i hope u still see this bc i love it so much thank u for giving me an excuse to write about my favorite character :(((

i have a lot of feelings about cedric diggory

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it’s always been one of my biggest headcanons that cedric is a slytherin secondary

we see him as being kind. he is kind. and good. and brave. but he’s also ambitious, driven, resourceful. cedric diggory is a strong leader. but his determination is a double-edged sword, and his ambition can become ruthless:

"i thought you were gonna let it get me." / "for a second there i thought the same."

so kind, yet with this underlying, almost desperate self preservation and ambition that he might not even realize isn't his 

“he could have been anything.” but what does that mean? what did he want? or was he too busy thinking of what everyone else wanted?

because this is cedric diggory as we see him: composed, polite, the ideal and ultimate gentleman. intelligent, compassionate, reliable. powerful, intuitive, handsome. perfect.

but imagine, just imagine the intense pressure, the expectations, the constant delivery he feels he owes to people who perceive him as all those things, and then some.

this is largely because of how i see him growing up

amos diggory was nothing if not proud. so he did everything to transfer all that pride onto his only son:

private tutoring, gruelling flying lessons (all theory of course, though as soon as his father deemed him old enough, tested his natural instinct on a broom), and limited free time made for a clever boy, if not a lonely one

he didn’t see anyone outside of his immediate family much. they preferred to keep to themselves.

but he definitely saw all the other kids outside his bedroom window, laughing and playing and so free. sometimes he thinks about asking his dad if he could join them

but he can see the disappointed shake of the head, hear the “you were made for better things, my boy. greater things than playing pretend.”

and his mother, for all her kindness, he could never bring himself to ask. she never expressed direct expectations the way his father did. but cedric was clever. she didn’t have to say it out loud for him to know.

so he works. and perseveres. quietly and alone, until he goes to hogwarts

growing up, he wonders if perhaps playing pretend was all he was ever good at

he pretends his father is proud of him being sorted into hufflepuff

the letter he received was not scathing, but just had enough subtle disappointment in it that it crushed him.

he didn’t tell his father he was a hatstall. that he chose hufflepuff, in the end. in a way

“you’d do well in any house, you know. be anyone.” the hat had said

i just want to be myself. 

“oh my dear boy. you don’t even know who that is yet”

he pretends he wants to be a Seeker.

also a fairly popular headcanon, but i do think cedric was aware he was not made to be one because of how he’s built, but did it because “Seekers get all the glory, son. and it’s always worth the glory, isn’t it?”

he becomes Seeker. he’s praised for his fast swerves. he tells no one how much pain it gives him to execute them. he practices day and night anyway

he becomes captain. it should make him happy, and he is. it makes his dad proud too, but his shoulders sag just a little lower as another weight is placed on them

he pretends he doesn’t care for art (“it’s silly, son. there are better things, more practical things.”)

but cedric loves poetry, the abstract. it’s why his favorite and best subject is charms

he meets a ravenclaw boy who likes to write poetry as well. they bumped into each other in the library in what was both their ‘favorite spot’

he plays quidditch too, thinks he has a shot at captain

cedric diggory and roger davies became fast friends

two sides of the same coin, really. handsome, intelligent, athletic. but a bit lonely, reserved. their silence is taken for cockiness, sometimes

the main difference? roger doesn’t much care for other people’s opinions. it’s where he and cedric clash, where most of their arguments stem from. but they do help each other grow because of it

he pretends he doesn’t need friends, but makes them anyway

his father always stressed the importance of good connections, for networking and all that. and even from a young age it was clear that cedric was charming. a natural silver-tongue. he could probably make people fall at his feet, should he have wanted.

but as much as cedric cared about his own reputation, he never much cared for status, and always saw the good in others. or tried to, at least

so he and roger became close. roger introduced him to cho chang. she was pretty, also reserved, also liked quidditch. seeker

he also grew close to hecate oakham and bhavana patel from his house. hecate was often alone, in her own head. she gave cedric fresh perspective and listened, always. he did his best to do the same.

bhavana liked spending time in the greenhouse. it’s also one of cedric’s go-to places to think, clear his head.

his father thought he could perhaps do better. cedric thinks he’s struck gold.

cedric loved his friends so much, and he thought then that this is the closest he’s ever felt to understanding, and being understood

although he could never fully drop the facade in front of them, he let them see him at his worst: his disappointment, his anger (when cedric is angry, he doesn’t show it, preferring to repress and then possibly write it out later. but when he’s angry, he’s angry, piercing. ruthless and relentless, words coming out in passionate outbursts, as if the air was crackling around him from wild magic. people would have called it uncharacteristic of him, but did they ever really know him well enough to think so?)

still, he would say these were the best friends he’s ever had. the best time he’s ever had. he was happy

and then he meets harry, properly, and he’s both elated and so, so afraid. he pretends it doesn’t matter.

(he pretends he wasn’t absolutely hit with guilt after winning that one match. first, because he felt like he didn’t deserve it. second, because people think he didn’t deserve it. that on any other day, his hard work would never amount to anything next to natural talent. third, because even after all of this, a part of him was still glad he ended up catching the snitch)

(he pretends he didn’t ask to see harry when he was at the hospital wing after that disastrous match with the dementors either)

he pretends he’s fearless. that he wants to join the tournament

he’s already a prefect. quidditch captain, on the way to head boy. why not eternal glory? it’s worth it, isn’t it? everyone thinks he could do it. everyone thinks he could win. everyone thinks he should

“you don’t have to, ced.” roger says. 

“no, i do.”

he hopes the goblet doesn’t spew out his name. it does. he smiles, goes up. takes his place.

“good luck.” roger yells at him, concern in his eyes

he pretends he doesn’t know what their exchange really means

“dragons. that’s the first task.” i’m worried about you

“why are you telling me this?” worry about yourself, too

harry moves to leave. cedric pulls him back. harry stares at his hand. is this when you ask? 

“the badges. i’ve asked them not to wear them.” are you okay? i care about you.

“don’t worry about it.” i guess not. but thank you. 

he and cho pretend they want to go to the ball together

his father, of course, is elated. pretty, smart, athletic, from a good family.

she stares wistfully at hermione granger throughout the entire champions’ dance

cedric catches harry’s eye. it was like a million snitches were whizzing around in his stomach. not like how it was with roger, at first. this was so much stronger.

he pretends he tells harry about the egg only because it’s good sportsmanship. but harry is done pretending.

when cedric goes to congratulate him for tying for first place, harry kisses him

roger smiles knowingly when he he sees cedric at the library, absolutely beaming

but there was still that part of cedric, that voice in his head that tells him he’ll ruin it, that he doesn’t deserve it. it asks him, worst of all, will you still be happy, even with your father’s disappointment? 

so when does cedric diggory not pretend?

when he writes, and shares his writing with his friends

when he laughs so hard he snorts

when he’s flying. not for quidditch, but for fun

when he kisses harry back

when he says ‘together.’

when he tells harry to stay back

(he pretends he was ready to die)

so this is cedric diggory as we deserve to have known him: flawed and good. imperfect and kind. conflicted and brave

he could have been anything, but we didn’t see him live long enough for even him to figure out what it was he really wanted to be, who he wanted to be. 

the only comfort we have is, in his final weeks, those final moments, he could tell himself he was finally, finally proud of the person he was becoming 

he hopes history will think the same

BONUS:

roger, cho, hecate, bhavana, and of course harry mourned him. quietly, but together

roger

his first real friend. his best friend. he saw cedric the most, physically and emotionally. he thought maybe one day he’d get to see all of him, his flaws and his grievances and his silliness. he’d like to think so. he will never know, now.

people thought he’d honor cedric through quidditch, or something of the sort.

he wrote instead. he wrote for himself, for cedric. eternalized through writing.

every year he’d write something for cedric’s birthday, go to his grave and read it out to him

he’s scared of the day he runs out of memories. wishes they could still make more.

but as he tells cedric of his life now, his hardships and his triumphs and how much he misses him, he thinks he’s doing his best.

in this own, sad way, cedric is still with him. this is how they will make memories.

cho

cho cries, has a hard time sleeping. dark circles, bloodshot eyes, his death affects her the most physically.  she ignores the whispers, the confused stares at her emotional turmoil. but she has always been confident with her feelings, saw no shame in expressing them.

her performance falls in quidditch.

she remembers Seeking matches with him and later with harry, the way they’d laugh and how bright cedric’s smile had been

flying hadn’t been the same since. she hopes one day it will be.

next to roger, she visits cedric the most.

hecate

no one besides their circle of friends knew it, but cedric diggory was clumsy

she remembers the way he bumped into her when he was walking through the grounds, realizing he tripped over his robe

sorry he had said. i was lost in thought 

he looked like he had a lot on his mind then, as if he expected her to laugh at him.

funny, she had replied. i’m quite the same. are you headed to the lake?

and she remembers them sitting there. in comfortable silence, in easy conversation.

now she sits alone, cries silent tears, watches them run and spill and imagines them to merge with the lake

bhavana

cedric was knowledgeable about plants, but his skill at taking care of them was...questionable

she caught him, in the greenhouse, monologuing to himself

she remembered him stopping abruptly, coughing shyly. but she only laughed, said your secret’s safe with me

so she plants in memory of him, watches them grow and bloom the way he never can, now, treats them with the utmost care she wishes others had with him

harry

harry stays angry for a long time

the nightmares come every night, except this time, he doesn’t wake up in cedric’s arms

he couldn’t bring himself to visit his grave. not yet. he doesn’t know when yet, or if he ever could.

cedric diggory is harry’s first real loss.

he could have saved him. if he had never let cedric take the cup, if he had recognized the place faster, if he just got cedric to not move forward for the sake of his protection. 

this was harry’s new everyday, the what ifs running through his mind at every waking moment. and sometimes he hears a laugh, sees the way someone’s smile is crooked, a snippet of a song and everything is familiar and foreign and he aches and aches. and his heart breaks a little more

and it wasn’t love, not yet. but harry remembers the way they looked at each other, the way they smiled and laughed and played and kissed and were

it could have been love, and harry wonders if he’ll ever feel that way again

so he forms the DA, in cedric’s memory. meets with roger and cho and hecate and bhavana. they all stare at cedric’s picture in the room. haunted

and harry strives to do better. to be better.

(“who’s cedric? your boyfriend?” he was)

amos diggory mourned loudly. part of him resented harry, but only because the other part of him couldn’t help but think all of this was his fault, and his fault alone

if he pressured his son a little less, let him live as he wanted, and love as he wanted

if he spent more time with cedric

if he said the words “i love you” more often, told him “i am proud of you, always.”

 but he tells himself cedric must know. cedric had to have known

he doesn’t speak to cedric’s friends. tries to forget about harry potter

a hollow shell of a man, mourning for a son he never really knew.

he hopes history will treat cedric kinder than he ever did.

[strxnged]

Well I'm still really new to Tumblr so not sure how to properly tag things so they'll get seen and I'm always worried about using the wrong tags.

PLS IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT. Most of that piece actually stemmed from the "Even his flaws make him perfect" line. As well my own feelings of like how I felt it would feel like to be dating Oikawa which for me personally would come with a lot of feelings of being insecure (did that make sense??)

Best part about that is it was like one am when I wrote that so I'm shocked it turned out so well-

It kinda bothers me the way it is since I reblog so much it's hard to see my actual works so I think I'll sort that out this weekend because yikes. Also I've never done this before so it should be fun.

ILYT BRO >:C

-dream anon

jwjjfkdsl that makes sense yeah!! i was very confused abt how they work as well but there are a few things i wish i knew at first:

- you're allowed to spam the tags as long as it's relevent. for example, you can put #haikyuu x reader, #haikyuu x you, and #haikyuu x y/n and they will all help. with characters you have even more options: sugawara x reader, hq suga x you, haikyuu sugawara x reader, sugawara fluff, etc. - a lot of people already know this but plsss plss don't put irrelevent tags in there. if it's straight fluff then don't put #oikawa angst and the other way around. and don't tag things with smut. just don't. unless it is smut - in that case, only tag it with smut. - reblogging with main tags does absolutely nothing. the only thing it does for the post has to do with the fact that it was reblogged in the first place, but tags in reblogs do not make it appear in search more. the most helpful thing to do when you're reblogging is leave comments about the piece or use your own tags if you have a tag reblogging system (for me, i use [🌙] recs so that all my comfort fics can be easily found on my blog by clicking on that tag.

oops i sorta rambled for a bit. but yeah i'm sure you knew most of that .... that last one drives me insane because no one seems to realize there isn't any point in reblogging something and adding "#haikyuu x reader" or "#sugawara fluff"

i love how you obviously pulled from your own feelings while you were writing that instead of trying to make it up so that it just sounded good. i love that sincerity in fiction. that completely makes sense :( oikawa is too much for this world and i would definitely also get insecure fjxksfdkksjd keep in mind that when you express your own feelings in writing it's actually a fantastic way to connect to readers - because no matter what you might be feeling, there's a good chance someone else in the world has felt similar :o

sfesdwesfd yes writing at 1am >> idk brains just work the best creatively then or smth 😍

sdfkjjweofs ookay good luck! if u need tips you can totally ask me or a lot of other bloggers will also be willing to help ya >:)

ps: i hope none of this came across wrong my brain is not working i just woke up