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angst writers and their readers:

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wip wednesday to boost motivation or something

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” She leaned on the balustrade, silk peach dress reflecting the twilight; not her color. Still beautiful. “I wanted to thank you for your help.”

“There’s no need,” the corners of your lips went up, you looked at the glimmering crystal clip decorating the liquorish of her sleeked hair. Not her hairstyle. “I volunteered.” Still beautiful.

“All the help.” She rebounded, a hint of humorous embarrassment.

“And I keep volunteering.”

You shared a silent laugh, breathy smiles, she bit her lip and shook her head.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough. Or rather… I don’t know when to thank you. I had ideas…” She took a sip of champagne and poured the rest down on the street, “I guess I didn’t want to make it seem transactional.”

“It wasn’t.”

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hii ves, I'm currently having what i think is the worst week of my life bc i swear everything bad is happening rn i really hope you're having a much better week than me, sending you a big ass hug and a kiss u decide where

hi 🩶 honestly it’s pretty much the same vibes on my end!!

a lot of problems that you can’t just struggle through that require proactive choices and effort to deal with while having no energy whatsoever, making me feel irresponsible and at fault on top of it being awful as it is, so there’s no room for self care nor for any mental rest!! and then i get irritated and upset other people around me by being an ass which doesn’t help anyone to feel better. i feel you sm

today’s a pretty huge new moon though 🌑 so let’s hope this is just all the stacked negativity going down the drain before we get a clean slate and some energy comes through along with better circumstances to just get it all sorted at least to the point where we can chill for a moment and BREATHE

i believe it’s going to get better, problems seem overwhelming when the energy is low, when the energy gets higher they will remain same problems, but how we deal with them will change and that’s good enough.

we are about to feel better there’s no question about it, hormones will settle so stress isn’t this unbearable and little things will bring joy once more, it’s just a matter of time and i feel like it’s nearing

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jill w red indentations on her face from the pillow, all warm and soft is EVERYTHING to me

I'm back! It's the anon who requested all the Ashley relationship headcanons. I should probably stop calling myself "the anon who requested the Ashley relationship headcanons" because that's a mouthful, so from now on I'll be going by 🌻 anon :)

Now, I have a third request! Please consider... soft make-out session and cuddles with Re3 Remake Jill x female!reader. Because I have the BIGGEST crush on Jill ever. I literally got into Resident Evil in the first place because of her. I'm Jill's girlfriend irl trust me-- If I keep rambling about how much I love her, I'd be sending you an entire essay, so I'll be stopping there. Good day/night :D

morning kisses

re3r!jill valentine / f!reader

warnings : men don’t interact. none, just domestic fluff

word count : 236

author’s note : 🌻 anon, it’s great to hear from you once again! i’m happy to deliver to you and the jill girlies. re3r jill is such a lovely depiction of her character, i’m happy to write this <3

the world outside was still asleep, that morning serenity seeping through the windows in a deep blue hue.

jill lied in her side, hair mussed, hand under her cheek, and you can’t help but just lay and admire.

your girlfriend has never looked so peaceful. there is something about how she looks when she’s sleeping that is sacred. unmatched. only you get this with her.

you shift slightly and that wakes jill nearly instantly. not in alarm, no sudden movements, just a slow awakening.

she cracks her eyes open, finds you tucked under the comforter, the tiniest of rare smiles blooms on her perfect face.

reaching out, she cradles your jaw with a rough palm, thumb stroking your cheek.

“hi, sweetheart…” her voice comes out low and scratchy from sleep, and it makes you melt.

you shuffle closer, nuzzling your nose against hers. no more words are spoken, only shown in actions.

you kiss her once, a gentle brushing of the lips. and then again, slower, deeper. it’s not rushed, or hungry, it merely speaks i missed you while you were sleeping.

rolling onto her back, red lines stamped on her cheek, jill pulls you on top of her, arm bracketing around your waist as you lay your head on her warm chest.

this is all you need. this is all she needs. jill comes home from every mission for this type of domesticity. for you.

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should i post the fic im writing in chapters or are we waiting a millennia for me to get it completed bc otherwise it’s not gonna make much sense

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trying out csp that i got for no reason and stumbled upon a charcoal brush and got carried away

im not a digital artist and not trying to be one i only ever did one very bad digital drawing in my entire life before im just playing around smudging 3 colors dont hit me w a stick

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Where are u from

Europe (GMT+2)

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thought the text post you posted was a chapter of a fanfic 🤡

it was! reader x accountability or something

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It’s been a couple month I started using internet for personal reasons again and some things really been giving me a hard time ngl…

We, humans, are not a monolith of a being. We carry ourselves as one with a lot of conscious effort on day-to-day basis. We are controlled by so many factors and everything we do is a never-stopping domino of hormones, genetically and environmentally patterned, that start an impulse that then ends up being a part of the circumstances we find ourselves in.

As a grown person, when it comes to fulfilling that idea of a monolith being, you control not just your behavior, but also your reactions and thoughts in real life. You come home after a long stressful day and the only way to retrieve energy is by reacting to irritation and that leads to you getting frustrated over the smallest things like a dirty cup or someone texting you a meme you find stupid, so you take some alone time. Maybe have an argument about that dirty cup with someone responsible and spend the afternoon alone, sleep. Reply to the meme in the morning.

With internet, the filter of perception is not taken as a direct responsibility. You use it as an extension of your brain, and if you’re running on irritation, you will log in and work around what triggers you to react at the time (things that frustrate you). The thought process that would be stopped in real life, gets a kick to keep going and it transforms into all sorts of things, with no substantial goal, just the purpose to let the dominos fall, act out the state your body came found itself in.

It’s not a tool of intellectual labor. It’s a game of associations mixed with desire to run out the hormones. As a result, people think, say and do things they do not mean and do not agree with. And that’s okay, but internet is not just a private extension of your thoughts, and when other people come in the picture in their own different states, ego comes in to play. And you will defend the things you say even if you did not mean it. The alternative targets the mere idea of self. And this leads to people solidifying thoughts they never meant to claim and never meant to have if not for the chain reaction in the first place. People mostly defend their right to exist in the form they were at the time, not whatever they acted on, but in order to defend it, they have to embody it.

All I’m trying to say, I guess, is that it’s okay to feel any type of way, but we have to be mindful of how we treat online spaces. Not just when it comes to what we put out, but most importantly when it comes to interacting with what other people do. And you don’t have to own up to everything, shocking news. It’s okay to be angry, you don’t have to defend your anger to prove that you’re right.

You are meant to be operating in varying states. You don’t have to return to the state in which you expressed most evidence of your presence to defend your sense of self.

Let go.

And when you see people running circles of thoughts that stem from places you’re not currently visiting, let them.

It’s not your duty to align everyone to what you’re experiencing. It’s not your duty to defend what you’re experiencing either.

Let it go and keep in mind that everyone is treating the internet the same way our brains treat dreams when we sleep. It has a correlation to who we are, but it doesn’t make us.

Be ultimately kind to yourself and let go. Let go of what belongs to others and let go of what belonged to you but doesn’t at the moment.

You are not every thought and every feeling you experienced. And other people are not as well.

When I started this off with “It’s been a couple month I started using internet for personal reasons again” did you think oh COME ON NOW we all use internet for personal reasons every day its 2025 there’s NO WAY and all that? Despite being capable of perfectly understanding that I meant not having any social media accounts and engaging with people in a particular fashion? Did it make you angry that I’m trying to frame it in some way? Or did you not even think twice about it because you don’t look for things that will spark that energy in you atm? Both it’s okay either way!

But you don’t have to tell me about it! Because right now I’m not in that state and when I will be, TRUST I will be the first to be annoyed at the way I framed it myself. And at the way you will frame anything of your own. I will be annoyed at you too when the time comes. Have some faith. You don’t have to pull people there, they will get there and they will get out of there, just like you. We don’t have to pull at each other when we don’t align, we are still in this shit together.

LET GOOOOOOOOOOOohmygodddddd

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me when i return to my wife:

me when my wife returns:

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thank you 🥹 and this:

is for you

(yes, the whole universe)

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No pressure, just letting you know I’m waiting for the next fic patiently

honestly when it’s a request i treat it differently and do deliver in appropriate time bc i know someone is waiting to read it, and my current wip not being a request made me think no ones waiting for it and i put it off

i’ll get back to writing and hopefully will post it this week, thank u for your time and for keeping me in your thoughts 🩶

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wife where are you i miss you it’s so quiet here (i hope you’re okay take care of yourself)

hi wife i miss u too 🩶 i’ve just been Going Through It™ lately, but im slowly crawling out of it trust me to be back on my bs ASAP

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Wasn’t 100% sure if I liked the hand or not, so here are both versions!

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this is so sweet, my heart 💔

Another comfort drabble after a crap week, but it might help you all as much as it helped me writing it..ILY 😘😘❤️ sending all the hugs n kisses I can

Warnings: Sad reader?, Slight oc version of Leon comfort but idc, Comfort

Taglist: @senawashere @danigirls-missions @lxzy-bxby @074calicocat @gut1ess @shymoob

You were always a quiet and slightly introverted person yes but today was different. Leon always admired the fact that you were someone that preferred the company of books and the intricate worlds that they spoke about. He found it cute that you would get lost in the plot lines, rambling about them to him when something interested happened. You were cute, sweet even. A person that offered smiles to everyone the passed, engaged in conversations in strangers in hope to make them smile despite the fact it made you uncomfortable.

Yet, Leon had never seen you this quiet. Hidden in a dull shell of your personality towards him which now began to leave him wondering what happened to his sunshine.

His baggage was left at the door, his hands free to catch you effortlessly as you would run to the door to greet you just like always. His knees braced to give you that princess swirl that made you giggle. Except you didn't, you were hidden in the depths of the apartment; sat snugly in the egg chair you insisted upon getting for the bay window.

The silence was currently your only comfort besides the cat that interrupted it with its soft purs as you mindlessly stroked him. He wouldn't disturb your peace by talking, not when he spotted your tear streaked face. Small silent droplets following the tracks in a repeated cycle. He wasn't sure what made you sad, assuming that whatever it was happened in the time he unfortunately wasn't here. Leon never pried, prompting you to talk about it on your own terms, just as you would do for him.

Instead he sat next to you, trying to stay as close as possible whilst also being mindful for the vibrating ball of fluff on your lap. His lips hit your temple in a tender kiss as his warmth slowly began to seep into your body. You didn't need words of wisdom or solutions; he knew you were smart enough to figure it out on your own. You needed him, his silent support and strong frame to not only hold the weight of the world but some of your problems as well. He would, he always would. For you, for Claire, it didn't matter the person he was too kind of a soul to let someone else suffer just because he was. To ignore their problems as his own burdened him.

You leaned against him, seeking his comfort like a moth to a flame. He saw the darkened hemline of his hoodie, the dark grey standing out as you bought it to your eyes dabbing at the tears before they had the chance to fall. "What a welcome home. I'm sorry." You whispered, turning to finally meet his eyes. Leon chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips before soothing your hair. His palm cupping the underside of your jaw holding you in place tenderly. "It's alright."

You pouted at him, a guesture that was half smile and half frown with a trembling lip. Your attempt to be the bright sunshine he always needed. Leon worked quickly to pull you against him ignoring the disgruntled hiss from the cat as it ran away whilst he cradled you. He could feel you spilled the rest of your sadness on the t-shirt he wore. His body ached, screamed at him for a warm shower or bath but he didn't care, didn't listen. Not when you needed him.

His kisses were firm against your head, their presence left in tender marks as he repeated them like he was trying to inject you with his love. His biceps contracted to hold you closer, his stubble scratching softly against your forehead. It was a messy cuddle, limbs at an awkward angle as you both tried to fit in the chair but it was warm and grounding. Exactly what you needed. Leon would hold you for as long as you needed to be held, kiss you as many times as you needed to be kissed. Whisper the words you comforted him with, the same ones you have always been dying to hear repeated. He imprinted his soul onto yours, entwined them together that it was hard to breath as he crushed you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He whispered gently, prying you away from his form slightly to look at you. His thumbs wiped away at the tears, another kiss places against your forehead. "Not right now" you mumbled, finding your way back underneath his chin. Comfy and safe against the stupid world you both lived in. The egg chair creaked as he adjusted, a chuckle leaving your lips as he muttered a small "shit" at the sound. Not everything was always going to be okay but right now with him it does.

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Hey ❤️ I don’t want to be this person, but when is the next fic coming?

the dog ate my homework

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y/n and reader are best friends and they will end up married