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[valsverse]

imy, i hope ure doing well :)

🤍

[valsverse]

ACCOUNT CLOSED — UPDATE

hii! so, after some thinking, i've decided to leave this account behind. it probably seems a bit conceited to tag this under pjo x reader but that's what ppl know me for, so it only feels right. the downside of building your presence around one fandom is that, eventually, you outgrow it. that’s exactly what happened to me. tumblr’s algorithm has also decided i don’t exist, which is fine, but it makes posting feel pointless. 😭 writing on this account has felt more like a chore than something i actually want to do, and i think that’s my cue to move. tbh, i will most likely be returning to tumblr, just under a different alias. i really want to start fresh. :) so i won't be disclosing that account here. i won’t be fully deleting this account, though. i know a lot of people still enjoy my works, so i’ll be leaving this account up as an archive. if my writing brought you even a little bit of joy, then i’m happy. to my wonderful moots and the people who stuck around—thank you. i hope you know i appreciate every single one of you. this space wouldn’t have been the same without u <3 (and because i'm petty af, no i'm not letting yall forget abt the girlkisser13 incident, idc. read about it here.)

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I wanna say good luck and we'll miss u but honestly, pjo fandom kinda sucks esp all the percabeth stans that are sending death threats on the ask boxes.

if I'm starting to write in the pjo fandom, would you wanna be friends? I haven't posted anything yet but I'd love to have people I talk to about this. And hey, if it makes you stay, then that's a win-win

-🦭

honestly i've never had any problem w/ any percabeth stans (though i feel bad for anyone who has); it's mostly just people in the fandom ig?? i suppose i also grew out of the series too lol. i'd love to talk to you--just drop in my msgs and i'll respond :) not planning on staying tho atm

[valsverse]

i might put down this account cuz tumblr hates me and honestly ion like writing for pjo anymore 😭😭😭 hauanfjnahjna

kinda just wanna make a new account and forget about valsverse.. this fandom kinda sucks

[valsverse]

⠀(୨୧) 💭 ׄ ︵͡ STICKY | P. JACKSON

୨ৎ slightly suggestive?? ── est. relationship wc : 773 ｡｡ ( masterlist)

the stark contrast between percy’s soft, chapped lips against your own and the cold edge of his sword moving along your skin is making your head dizzy.

he’s using it—using the sword, that is. his fingers grip the hilt, dragging it along your collarbone with a slow, teasing graze. you’re not sure where your own weapon went, only remembering percy knocking it from your hand after cornering you in this secluded part of the forest. the sounds of the capture the flag game—whistles, the clash of steel—are muffled now, drowned out by the feeling of him against you, pressing you into the rough bark of the tree.

you should be focused on the game, on the fact that you’re captains on opposite teams. but it’s hard to care when every inch of percy’s body presses into you. his sword teases your stomach, stopping just above your hip. the sharp tip presses against your skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark, a fine line between danger and pleasure.

“yield?” his voice is a low rasp, his lips brushing against your ear as his sword hovers just above your skin, waiting. when you stay silent, he presses you harder into the tree. you barely feel it, the rough bark digging into your back, too lost in him. the cold edge of his blade provides a strange relief, the metal pressing harder, cool against your sweat-slicked skin.

he moves the sword higher, sliding it along your jawline before urging your chin up to expose the vulnerable column of your neck. his lips follow, leaving a trail of heat as they move up your skin, grazing the sensitive spots of your jaw. then, without warning, his lips crash against yours again, raw, urgent, and unrelenting.

the sounds of the game—everything—melts into nothingness as his mouth takes yours. there’s no gentleness to it. you meet him eagerly, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers brushing the edge of his armor. he groans against your lips, feeling your fingers tangle in his damp hair. his sword slips from his grip, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his hand moves to your shoulder, pushing you deeper against the tree.

the clinking of your helmets is a violent interruption. he pulls back, his breath ragged and nose scrunched in frustration as the helmets knock together again. with an impatient grunt, he tugs off his helmet, throwing it aside carelessly. sweat drips down his neck, following the curve of his jaw before disappearing beneath his armor. his fingers work with swift urgency, undoing the buckles on your helmet, his touch desperate and impatient.

“better?” his voice is rough, like he can barely catch his breath as he tosses your helmet aside. you feel the slick warmth of his skin, the sweat gliding between your fingers as you pull him closer, desperate for the kiss to continue.

“much better,” you murmur, breathless, and pull him back to your mouth. his hands find the nape of your neck, pushing you closer, as if it were possible to get any nearer. his body fits perfectly against yours and he’s cupping your face now, fingers digging into your skin.

finally, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, breaths shallow and ragged. his eyes meet yours, and something flickers there—a look of victory.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

“maybe.” his grin returns, that cocky smirk that makes you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time. “but you love me for it.”

before you can respond, the clear sound of a cheer rings out from the distance, loud and triumphant. your stomach drops as reality sets in.

“no,” you whisper, realizing what’s happened.

percy’s grin widens, eyes flickering between you and the distant noise.

“percy,” you hiss, shoving him, but he’s already retrieving his sword, his movements calm and collected as if nothing had just passed between you.

“you’ll figure it out,” he says with a breezy shrug, that same smirk never leaving his face.

he turns, disappearing into the trees, leaving you breathless, disarmed, and painfully aware of just how far behind enemy lines you are.

BONUS! “wait, so your ‘winning strategy’ was just to make out with me so i’d get distracted?” you ask, crossing your arms as you watch percy hoist up the winning banner, the fabric catching in the breeze. “pretty much,” he says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder, that cocky grin still firmly in place. “and it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

©valsverse — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[valsverse]

Hi! Sorry to bother, but I just wanna warn ALL writers as much as I can as a writer myself. Girlkisser13 is pretty much stealing everyone's work, even erasing gay/lgbtq stories and making them into straight ones of her own and into different fandoms.

please tell and share this to anyone you can!

not surprised 😭 just an awareness post, please keep in mind the integrity of those whom you follow! fanfiction should always remain a creative space in which the plagiarism of another creator's work is strictly prohibited. + this user mentioned in the ask is STILL harassing me in my inbox omg.

[valsverse]

my recent posts have been flopping omg 😭 pjo fandom don't leave me pls

[valsverse]

⠀(୨୧) 💭 ׄ ︵͡ STICKY | P. JACKSON

୨ৎ slightly suggestive?? ── est. relationship wc : 773 ｡｡ ( masterlist)

the stark contrast between percy’s soft, chapped lips against your own and the cold edge of his sword moving along your skin is making your head dizzy.

he’s using it—using the sword, that is. his fingers grip the hilt, dragging it along your collarbone with a slow, teasing graze. you’re not sure where your own weapon went, only remembering percy knocking it from your hand after cornering you in this secluded part of the forest. the sounds of the capture the flag game—whistles, the clash of steel—are muffled now, drowned out by the feeling of him against you, pressing you into the rough bark of the tree.

you should be focused on the game, on the fact that you’re captains on opposite teams. but it’s hard to care when every inch of percy’s body presses into you. his sword teases your stomach, stopping just above your hip. the sharp tip presses against your skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark, a fine line between danger and pleasure.

“yield?” his voice is a low rasp, his lips brushing against your ear as his sword hovers just above your skin, waiting. when you stay silent, he presses you harder into the tree. you barely feel it, the rough bark digging into your back, too lost in him. the cold edge of his blade provides a strange relief, the metal pressing harder, cool against your sweat-slicked skin.

he moves the sword higher, sliding it along your jawline before urging your chin up to expose the vulnerable column of your neck. his lips follow, leaving a trail of heat as they move up your skin, grazing the sensitive spots of your jaw. then, without warning, his lips crash against yours again, raw, urgent, and unrelenting.

the sounds of the game—everything—melts into nothingness as his mouth takes yours. there’s no gentleness to it. you meet him eagerly, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers brushing the edge of his armor. he groans against your lips, feeling your fingers tangle in his damp hair. his sword slips from his grip, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his hand moves to your shoulder, pushing you deeper against the tree.

the clinking of your helmets is a violent interruption. he pulls back, his breath ragged and nose scrunched in frustration as the helmets knock together again. with an impatient grunt, he tugs off his helmet, throwing it aside carelessly. sweat drips down his neck, following the curve of his jaw before disappearing beneath his armor. his fingers work with swift urgency, undoing the buckles on your helmet, his touch desperate and impatient.

“better?” his voice is rough, like he can barely catch his breath as he tosses your helmet aside. you feel the slick warmth of his skin, the sweat gliding between your fingers as you pull him closer, desperate for the kiss to continue.

“much better,” you murmur, breathless, and pull him back to your mouth. his hands find the nape of your neck, pushing you closer, as if it were possible to get any nearer. his body fits perfectly against yours and he’s cupping your face now, fingers digging into your skin.

finally, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, breaths shallow and ragged. his eyes meet yours, and something flickers there—a look of victory.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

“maybe.” his grin returns, that cocky smirk that makes you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time. “but you love me for it.”

before you can respond, the clear sound of a cheer rings out from the distance, loud and triumphant. your stomach drops as reality sets in.

“no,” you whisper, realizing what’s happened.

percy’s grin widens, eyes flickering between you and the distant noise.

“percy,” you hiss, shoving him, but he’s already retrieving his sword, his movements calm and collected as if nothing had just passed between you.

“you’ll figure it out,” he says with a breezy shrug, that same smirk never leaving his face.

he turns, disappearing into the trees, leaving you breathless, disarmed, and painfully aware of just how far behind enemy lines you are.

BONUS! “wait, so your ‘winning strategy’ was just to make out with me so i’d get distracted?” you ask, crossing your arms as you watch percy hoist up the winning banner, the fabric catching in the breeze. “pretty much,” he says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder, that cocky grin still firmly in place. “and it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

©valsverse — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[valsverse]

⠀(୨୧) 💭 ׄ ︵͡ STICKY | P. JACKSON

୨ৎ slightly suggestive?? ── est. relationship wc : 773 ｡｡ ( masterlist)

the stark contrast between percy’s soft, chapped lips against your own and the cold edge of his sword moving along your skin is making your head dizzy.

he’s using it—using the sword, that is. his fingers grip the hilt, dragging it along your collarbone with a slow, teasing graze. you’re not sure where your own weapon went, only remembering percy knocking it from your hand after cornering you in this secluded part of the forest. the sounds of the capture the flag game—whistles, the clash of steel—are muffled now, drowned out by the feeling of him against you, pressing you into the rough bark of the tree.

you should be focused on the game, on the fact that you’re captains on opposite teams. but it’s hard to care when every inch of percy’s body presses into you. his sword teases your stomach, stopping just above your hip. the sharp tip presses against your skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark, a fine line between danger and pleasure.

“yield?” his voice is a low rasp, his lips brushing against your ear as his sword hovers just above your skin, waiting. when you stay silent, he presses you harder into the tree. you barely feel it, the rough bark digging into your back, too lost in him. the cold edge of his blade provides a strange relief, the metal pressing harder, cool against your sweat-slicked skin.

he moves the sword higher, sliding it along your jawline before urging your chin up to expose the vulnerable column of your neck. his lips follow, leaving a trail of heat as they move up your skin, grazing the sensitive spots of your jaw. then, without warning, his lips crash against yours again, raw, urgent, and unrelenting.

the sounds of the game—everything—melts into nothingness as his mouth takes yours. there’s no gentleness to it. you meet him eagerly, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers brushing the edge of his armor. he groans against your lips, feeling your fingers tangle in his damp hair. his sword slips from his grip, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his hand moves to your shoulder, pushing you deeper against the tree.

the clinking of your helmets is a violent interruption. he pulls back, his breath ragged and nose scrunched in frustration as the helmets knock together again. with an impatient grunt, he tugs off his helmet, throwing it aside carelessly. sweat drips down his neck, following the curve of his jaw before disappearing beneath his armor. his fingers work with swift urgency, undoing the buckles on your helmet, his touch desperate and impatient.

“better?” his voice is rough, like he can barely catch his breath as he tosses your helmet aside. you feel the slick warmth of his skin, the sweat gliding between your fingers as you pull him closer, desperate for the kiss to continue.

“much better,” you murmur, breathless, and pull him back to your mouth. his hands find the nape of your neck, pushing you closer, as if it were possible to get any nearer. his body fits perfectly against yours and he’s cupping your face now, fingers digging into your skin.

finally, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, breaths shallow and ragged. his eyes meet yours, and something flickers there—a look of victory.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

“maybe.” his grin returns, that cocky smirk that makes you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time. “but you love me for it.”

before you can respond, the clear sound of a cheer rings out from the distance, loud and triumphant. your stomach drops as reality sets in.

“no,” you whisper, realizing what’s happened.

percy’s grin widens, eyes flickering between you and the distant noise.

“percy,” you hiss, shoving him, but he’s already retrieving his sword, his movements calm and collected as if nothing had just passed between you.

“you’ll figure it out,” he says with a breezy shrug, that same smirk never leaving his face.

he turns, disappearing into the trees, leaving you breathless, disarmed, and painfully aware of just how far behind enemy lines you are.

BONUS! “wait, so your ‘winning strategy’ was just to make out with me so i’d get distracted?” you ask, crossing your arms as you watch percy hoist up the winning banner, the fabric catching in the breeze. “pretty much,” he says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder, that cocky grin still firmly in place. “and it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

©valsverse — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[valsverse]

IS THA HANNIE IN YOUR INTRO POST AHHHH

YESS OFC

[valsverse]

Hi! Can you do a Percy x female reader enemies to lovers where there was tension between them when they are playing capture the flag (opposite team) and they end up kissing? And they are like in a secluded area of the woods so it’s like more interesting. I’m just in need of a fluffy fic rn!

Also I love your writing SO MUCH!!

this old ass ask omg 😭😭 here u go anon!! not exactly enemies to lovers per se, but i hope u still enjoy!! thank uu <3

[valsverse]

⠀(୨୧) 💭 ׄ ︵͡ STICKY | P. JACKSON

୨ৎ slightly suggestive?? ── est. relationship wc : 773 ｡｡ ( masterlist)

the stark contrast between percy’s soft, chapped lips against your own and the cold edge of his sword moving along your skin is making your head dizzy.

he’s using it—using the sword, that is. his fingers grip the hilt, dragging it along your collarbone with a slow, teasing graze. you’re not sure where your own weapon went, only remembering percy knocking it from your hand after cornering you in this secluded part of the forest. the sounds of the capture the flag game—whistles, the clash of steel—are muffled now, drowned out by the feeling of him against you, pressing you into the rough bark of the tree.

you should be focused on the game, on the fact that you’re captains on opposite teams. but it’s hard to care when every inch of percy’s body presses into you. his sword teases your stomach, stopping just above your hip. the sharp tip presses against your skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark, a fine line between danger and pleasure.

“yield?” his voice is a low rasp, his lips brushing against your ear as his sword hovers just above your skin, waiting. when you stay silent, he presses you harder into the tree. you barely feel it, the rough bark digging into your back, too lost in him. the cold edge of his blade provides a strange relief, the metal pressing harder, cool against your sweat-slicked skin.

he moves the sword higher, sliding it along your jawline before urging your chin up to expose the vulnerable column of your neck. his lips follow, leaving a trail of heat as they move up your skin, grazing the sensitive spots of your jaw. then, without warning, his lips crash against yours again, raw, urgent, and unrelenting.

the sounds of the game—everything—melts into nothingness as his mouth takes yours. there’s no gentleness to it. you meet him eagerly, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers brushing the edge of his armor. he groans against your lips, feeling your fingers tangle in his damp hair. his sword slips from his grip, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his hand moves to your shoulder, pushing you deeper against the tree.

the clinking of your helmets is a violent interruption. he pulls back, his breath ragged and nose scrunched in frustration as the helmets knock together again. with an impatient grunt, he tugs off his helmet, throwing it aside carelessly. sweat drips down his neck, following the curve of his jaw before disappearing beneath his armor. his fingers work with swift urgency, undoing the buckles on your helmet, his touch desperate and impatient.

“better?” his voice is rough, like he can barely catch his breath as he tosses your helmet aside. you feel the slick warmth of his skin, the sweat gliding between your fingers as you pull him closer, desperate for the kiss to continue.

“much better,” you murmur, breathless, and pull him back to your mouth. his hands find the nape of your neck, pushing you closer, as if it were possible to get any nearer. his body fits perfectly against yours and he’s cupping your face now, fingers digging into your skin.

finally, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, breaths shallow and ragged. his eyes meet yours, and something flickers there—a look of victory.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

“maybe.” his grin returns, that cocky smirk that makes you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time. “but you love me for it.”

before you can respond, the clear sound of a cheer rings out from the distance, loud and triumphant. your stomach drops as reality sets in.

“no,” you whisper, realizing what’s happened.

percy’s grin widens, eyes flickering between you and the distant noise.

“percy,” you hiss, shoving him, but he’s already retrieving his sword, his movements calm and collected as if nothing had just passed between you.

“you’ll figure it out,” he says with a breezy shrug, that same smirk never leaving his face.

he turns, disappearing into the trees, leaving you breathless, disarmed, and painfully aware of just how far behind enemy lines you are.

BONUS! “wait, so your ‘winning strategy’ was just to make out with me so i’d get distracted?” you ask, crossing your arms as you watch percy hoist up the winning banner, the fabric catching in the breeze. “pretty much,” he says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder, that cocky grin still firmly in place. “and it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

©valsverse — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[valsverse]

hi val!!

hi anna!! hru?? <3

[valsverse]

sometimes i wonder how u guys feel when i post this ominous shit bc y'all just came here for fanfiction not whatever this is..

the comeback will be unbelievable, crazy, insane, out of this WORLD... trust.

[valsverse]

the comeback will be unbelievable, crazy, insane, out of this WORLD... trust.

[valsverse]

⠀(୨୧) 💭 ׄ ︵͡ EVERLONG | P. JACKSON

﹙🌊﹚ in which：𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

percy glances over his shoulder, his sneakers swinging loosely from his fingertips as he beckons you forward. sand clings to his calves, damp and sticky from the tide that brushed against his legs earlier. he’s barefoot, naturally.

“shoes are overrated,” he whispers to you, the grin on his face soft and crooked.

you pause, glancing down at your own sneakers, a small frown tugging at your lips. “you’re gonna regret that when you step on a shell.”

“nah,” he just grins wider, that boyish thing, sharp and crooked, and it makes you want to throw something at him. “i’ve got you to save me.” you bite back a smile, rolling your eyes, your footsteps quickening as you follow him toward the pier.

the two of you walk side by side, skirting the water’s edge, the rhythm of your steps in sync with his. then, a ripple in the water catches your eye, and you tug at his wrist, a little too hard, a little too frantic.

“percy,” you hiss, pulling at his wrist. “what if the naiads catch us?”

“they won’t,” he assures, though his voice dips quieter. “they like me. i think.”

you snort, nudging his arm and arching a brow, “do they?”

he doesn’t answer, just nudges your shoulder with his—casual, easy—and when you stumble just slightly, his fingers find yours without hesitation. he's not even looking at you—like it's nothing, like it's everything. it’s so natural, like he’s done it a thousand times before. your pulse flutters, but you don’t pull away.

the pier looms ahead, weathered wood creaking under your weight as you step onto it. you both settle at the edge, legs dangling above the dark water. percy places his sneakers beside him and leans back on his hands, his damp hair curling at the ends from his earlier dip in the lake.

“your hair’s a mess,” you say before you can stop yourself, the words spilling out too easily.

he tilts his head, giving you a look that’s half exasperation, half something softer. “it’s fine.”

“it’s not.” you’re already reaching over, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead.

he flinches, a soft sound escaping him—“what are you doing?”

“fixing it.”

“it’s fine,” he mutters again, but he's quieter now, shoulders stiffening as he glances away. his voice cracks on the last word, and you almost laugh, but you don’t.

your fingers move carefully, smoothing the damp strands back into place. he doesn’t flinch this time, doesn’t move away, and when you pull back, his gaze flickers to yours—uncertain, almost shy, like he’s waiting for something, or maybe just hoping.

“better,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze lingers on your face, steady, like he’s searching for something. and when he speaks again, his voice is nearly a murmur, the words like they weren’t meant for anyone but you.

“you think so?”

you nod, and your heart stutters—once, twice, a quiet thrum against your ribs. the night feels heavier now, like something’s shifting beneath the surface, something unsaid hanging in the air between you.

the air between you feels thicker, but not in a bad way. percy shifts closer, his knee bumping against yours by accident, and your breath catches as you pull away, your heart racing for reasons you can’t quite explain.

he glances at you, that small, soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but it’s different now—more knowing. he’s figured something out. maybe it’s not something either of you have said aloud, but he knows. and he knows that you know, too.

“you’re cold,” he says quietly, noticing the goosebumps on your arms and the chill in your skin.

“i know,” you reply, lips twitching into a small smile. “it’s not a big deal.”

without saying anything, percy takes your hand in his, the warmth of his skin seeping into your cold fingers. he blows a soft breath onto your palm, like he’s trying to warm you up, or maybe just hold on to the moment. his fingertips are a little sticky from the sugary condensation of the soda he was drinking earlier, but the action is endearing nonetheless.

his hands are rough and worn from years of harsh training, with a small callus between his middle and index finger. you notice the little things— like the tiny scar on his thumb, the worn and uneven edge of his nails. he looks at you, eyes soft and serious, like he’s still trying to figure out the mess of this moment, the mess of you.

you don’t break the silence.

then, as if to test the waters, his knee nudges yours again—this time on purpose. his touch is warm, solid, and you don’t move away. you don’t need to. not this time.

©valsverse — do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[valsverse]

baby, we're the brightest stars! ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

thank you all so much for a hundred! I'm super excited and grateful for every single one of you. this event will run until christmas! however, I'm expecting to be pretty busy these next few weeks, so I apologize if I don't get to your request right away!

send as many requests as you want, I do ask that you go off anonymous though!

for everyone:

"I gave a second chance to cupid!"

↪ chat or gossip with me about anything!

"feel my rhythm, come with me!"

↪ send me a question or assumption about me and I will answer it with an  explanation!

"ooh ah, yeah, I'm lookin' so lavish!"

↪ tell me a bit about your romantic preferences and pick one of my fandoms, and I’ll match you up with a character!

"how long before we fall in love?"

↪ tell me what you’re looking for in a book and I’ll give you a recommendation!

for mutuals:

"this time I want you, like it's magnetic!"

↪ I’ll tell you what I first thought of you when we interacted!

"wait a minute while I make you mine!"

↪ I’ll make you a pinterest board on the topic of your choice (I fear I’ll be very bad at this so I’m sorry in advance)!

"you know without you, I'm so lonely!"

↪ I’ll make you a moodboard on the topic of your choice and give you a song that reminds me of you!

intro post

tagging mutuals (sorry I tagged all of you lmao): @stars-tonight @soft-likethesunset @loveinalocket @iloveyapping @valsverse @theodditylacey @fwrails @tuliplover222 @wish-i-were-heather @dreamyreveriie @ssparksflyy @hxress23 @sofiavaa @daystarpoet @glxsyymads @toooster @viqwxcs @iheartgirlzn @sweetnnaivete @justafanbutcurious @auntiejohn @allweleftunspoken @sviidoll @stars-and-leather @the-french-fry @solar-77