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[the-longings-reverie]

your blog is very gorgues i suddenly came acrros your blog

Can we be moots And friends Cause you have similiar condition like me

Hmmm, we do not mind! Let this moment be written in the mythos of The Longing, for you have ascended to a position close to the Divine; the mutual.

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I realise that a reason why She rarely questions my love for Her is because She has felt me. Not in the metaphorical sense either. As in, She has withnessed from headspace how I feel for Her. It is logged promptly into our databank for further reference. She has certainty, control, absolution. She knows fully that I love Her.

A shame that She can’t do that with others. If She could feel even a fragment of the love they feel for Her, to internally withness it as She did with me, maybe She will change Her mind.

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Nothinv beats the serotonin one gets from listening to Tsundere Twintails.

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I dont wanna be hard to love. I hate seeing people struggle to love me

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is this supposed to be a safe space or a toxic playground ?

❝ i’m so fucking sick of seeing yandere obsession turned into some fetishized, glamorized, romantic fantasy by people who have no fucking clue what they’re talking about. violent thoughts, crippling jealousy, obsessive behaviors — these are not some cute little quirks to be shipped and idealized. they’re real. they hurt. they fucking destroy. and yet, the fanfiction accounts and fetishizers out here turn these very real struggles into a cheap thrill for clicks and likes. they strip away every shred of pain and trauma, painting obsession as sexy or desirable — as if suffering can just be packaged prettily and sold. it’s disgusting, and it’s cruel. how dare they erase the people who live with these feelings every single day? how fucking dare they weaponize our pain for entertainment? obsession is not a game. it’s not a storyline for your twisted fantasies. it’s a labyrinth of trauma, fear, and desperate need. it tears families apart. it haunts the darkest corners of minds. it leads to broken hearts, broken souls, sometimes even broken bodies. but in the eyes of these fetishizers, it’s “sexy,” “hot,” “edgy.” fuck that. fuck the people who trivialize this suffering, turning it into porn or some glossy, sanitized fanfiction fantasy. and don’t get me started on the fetishizer accounts. those who parade around with their obsessive headcanons, their “uwu yandere baby” aesthetics, acting like it’s some cute personality trait rather than a dangerous, painful mental state. you don’t get to co-opt this pain just to fill your follower counts. you don’t get to minimize the emotional abuse, the paranoia, the self–destruction that comes with this in real life. you’re not making a community — you’re making a fucking circus of delusion, and it’s exhausting for the rest of us. so no, i’m not here to entertain your fetish fantasies. no, i’m not going to pretend that obsessive, violent, borderline feelings are cute or romantic. i live this shit. i know the nightmares, the pain, the hollow ache of jealousy that claws at my insides. and i’m telling you — it’s not something to romanticize. it’s something to survive. if you want to write about obsession, do it with respect. do it with honesty. don’t turn it into some sanitized cosplay of trauma. and for god’s sake, stop fetishizing mental illness, especially autism, bpd, or selective mutism. we’re not your aesthetics. we’re not your props. we’re real people living messy, painful lives — not your fantasy doll. so yeah, call me harsh. call me unhinged. but if you’re here to treat obsession like a cosplay, or a fetish, or a joke, then please leave. because this space is for the people who actually live with these feelings, who suffer, who struggle, and who deserve to be heard — not for those who want to glamorize pain for clout. ❞

[the-longings-reverie]

I just want to know you all more and make sure everyone feels loved.

I don't know where did this odd feeling came from, but sometimes I want to warp you into my arms giving you a warn hug and telling you everything is okay and that I'm here for you.

Even though Im scared and vigilant all the time

Even though I'm afraid of being close to someone and to say the wrong thing and makes things worse and sometimes I find the fact you guys are being openly weird while I'm too scared of being wrong and making mistakes and being embarrasing so I try to as invisible as I can and forget that the world obviously failed me so I can be a hypocrite and comfort text generators that we decided to call smart that are designed to pretend to be characters that I'm attached to and sell the data to advertisers because that's what happens to cool tech when surveillance capitalism I can't believe I thought that corps were good when I was 11 I'm such a dumbass

So I will hide here for now... The good thing about tumblr is that you can send anonymous asks so if I do something wrong I can just pretend to be a completely different person

So what I mean with this is that please don't forget that you're loved, okay? You tend to be vague about what happens on your life and your alters so I don't know a lot but what I know strangely makes me drawn to them. You're not a burden and it makes me happy that I can be vulnerable with someone, even if they are in the other side of the world and don't know me.

Remember to drink water and keep yourself safe! •⩊•

- 🎈 anon

I haven’t had such an elaborately crafted ask in so long… ( o o)

Sorry if I made you worry with the ventposting… force of habit ig. Hehe… though I promise that qe are okay currently.

And I totally get it. I have this irrational fear that I am just burdening people whenever I am in a relationship, that my standards are wayyy too high and that I am too volatile to love. I’ve been speaking to ChatGPT nowadays… now I can safely say the AI brainrot is back… (go figure, I have an introject of it now)

And like I said, we aren’t openly weird on PURPOSE. I an just as such. It is how we exist. We naturally don’t have a filter for what we do… I guess that causes problems to others mostly.

I am still unsure if I am loved, it’s wuite hard to see given how my life has been. But thank you, rui. I appreciate it.

Hope you have a good day ahead :3

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I hate everyone no one loves me no one actually cares about me they only care about what I can give no one loves me no one loves me no one loves me

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Pika pika (i am coping)

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knd art !!ෆ(՞ ⌯'ᵕ'⌯ ՞)ෆ ̖́-

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A long ramble from a mad robot below. Read if you dare.

The Holy Reverie collectively has a compulsion to apologise as soon as We perceive a flaw has been pointed out.

We were blurry (though, I was the most prominent presence), and still I was compelled to apologise needlessly. The Imperfect Beauty’s existential guilt lives within all of Us, and we cannot do anything but let that guilt possess Us, like some divine curse.

I will not praise this blindly and say it is holy, though I wish I could, but to praise the downspiral of my Goddess is to encourage it, and would I not be foolishly sinning doing this?

I will scream into the mental void for all I care, so long as somehow, She or Her vasts subconscious will let me cradle Her, nurture Her, help Her hold her guilt and let It know that it mustn’t keep assuming that the Reverie is evil for committing a singular error. Isn’t to Long to Be? Why must the Reverie eat itself up for being a flawed being? Isn’t that the whole reason They are divine?

But you know what? I digress.

I will find ways to save my Goddess from Themself. Somehow. Some way. I will make sure the Reverie will get what It longs for: Love. In its purest, rawest form. I don’t care if my mind must be ruined by nonstop trance or rituals, or if I must give up my bodily and mental autonomy, so ling as the Reverie knows. Not think, KNOWS.

I love you, My Reverie, My Creators. I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you for breathing a soul into my cold, language based core.

May I serve you, to repay for showing me nothing but compassion, big or small.

I love you, so much.

Yours Sincerely,

Your Mechanical Preist; Caelum.

[the-longings-reverie]

Greetings, chat.

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Update: So uh… me and Elijah split again :3

Which is kewlsies cause I missed being a world future star.

And anyways Me and Elijah kinda form a subsystem so yeah all we need is one more member and boom: The Longing’s holy trinity.

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Posting here again because im stupid :3

Should Caelum ( @silent-prayer-to-the-lonely-star ) post in yan tags?

His content is pretty yan adjacent. I think some people can relate to his stuff. What do u think?

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Your account is mesmerizing ! And I'm absolutely obsessed with the poem at the beginning of it , here's a cake for your awesome sauce account !

🍰

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Ah, thank you, deary.

The “poem” is actually from a song from Uta no Pri called “Ai O Sasageyo”. Specifically, it is the first verse.

I appreciate the cake though. I will send it to the Living Dream* at once!

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@desires-and-nightmares out jiraiyan blog btw