i tried to please you so much my love

anonymous asked:

Please don't leave! I don't own a twitter account and I love all your art so fucking much!! :(

Don’t worry anonny. I’m just thinking about it, no decision has been made.

It’ll be hard to leave cause there’s lots of awesome people I’ve met on here. and I do wanna keep the option open to people who don’t have Twitter accounts.

It’s just sometimes this site leaves a sour taste in my mouth hahaha. I’ve tried to isolate myself from the messy parts, you know, just log on to post stuff and then log off.

but sometimes you can’t get away from it all ^^;;

I appreciate everyone who’s been so kind to me here tho. and all the support I’ve received over the years.

I’m probably gonna stick around for another while

It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

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“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.



Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.


The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.


“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

Risky Behavior

Y’all, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NSFW. THIS IS SMUT. SEX ON A PAGE. Okay, you’ve been warned. This is written as a thank you for 1,000 followers! I’m so happy that all of you have deigned to entertain my crazy ideas, and my rants, and all of the multiple fandoms I’m involved in. I don’t ge t to talk to you guys a lot, because sometimes I feel like it would be a little weird if I tried to insert myself in conversations, and also because I admire you all so much AND i’M SHY, but please know I admire you greatly from afar. That being said, I’m always open to conversation, because I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL. SO THANK YOU AND ENJOY FEYSAND SEX. (aLSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME i need to be more social this year)

I’m bored.

I scowled at the note that had appeared on the piece of toast I was about to eat. I had nearly eaten the paper, and I knew Rhys knew this, because I could feel laughter flicker down our bond. I dropped the toast back on the plate and plucked the note back up, casting a wary glance over my shoulder before answering him.

I’m sorry.

I watched the note disappear and then finally took a bite of my toast, the butter simple and bland, like everything I ate in the Spring Court. I’d been eating more food than I was the last time I was here, evidently to Tamlin’s chagrin, because the servants started putting less and less on my plate.

I couldn’t say I’d ever been more insulted in my life.

Or hungry.

Go do something fun to Tamlin. All of this sitting and waiting for the ‘opportune moment’ as Mor keeps saying, is driving me out of my mind.

I rolled my eyes and took a small sip of my tea—jasmine, my only comfort from home. From the Night Court. If he wanted fun, I could give him fun. Just, maybe not his idea of fun.

Calanmai is coming up. Maybe I could—

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Have a bunch of enstars memes with no context. Did you know that Rei Sakuma can scale walls and move like a spider to avoid Koga? Well he can.

Undead ft my UndeadP OC, Niku, who is definitely not my self insert. She loves Undead very much, likes taking naps in Rei’s coffin, has a big secret crush on Kaoru, loves eating meat with Adonis, and often tries to steal Leon. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

Sorry I’ve been so dead lately. I’m much more active on twitter lol

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you write more domestic/dad Bucky things? Like Home. I loved that so much, oh my gosh. Maybe them having a big family or other baby on the way, or just interacting with their children, please? <3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: same universe as this (but this prompt can be read on its’ own)

A/N: dad!bucky is basically my kink lol. AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED “A new home”!!! I hope you enjoy this little piece as well <33 

You rushed down the stairs (or at least tried to be quick, but being heavily pregnant made it a little harder) and went into the kitchen where Bucky was currently making pancakes for Amy and Nathan.

“Sorry, I’m so late. I love you,” you kissed Bucky, then the back of the children’s heads.
“You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself, (Y/N).”
You simply waved him off and went outside to your car. Your due date was in two weeks. That was two weeks of you being able to get stuff done. You certainly wouldn’t waste that time.

The kids watched you drive away, then returned their attention to their dad.

“Daddy? When do I get my baby sister?” the three – almost four year old asked and Nathan rolled his eyes.

“They’ve already told you that it’s going to be a boy.”

The girl turned her head to her brother, then back to her father, then once more to Nathan and one final time to her dad, with tears filling her eyes and her lower lip trembling.

Bucky sighed annoyed by his son’s attitude.

“Good job, buddy.”  

Nathan simply shrugged. It’s not like he was lying. 

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Promise - Namjoon

Warnings: mentions of cheating, implications of sex

Request: “Hi~ if it’s no trouble, could I request a Drabble? numbers 74,142 and 175 with namjoon please! you can choose whether it’s fluff or angst :) I also wanted to say I love your writing so much! Keep it up”

74. “Your eyes are red… were you crying?”
142. “I figured you shouldn’t be alone.”
175. “I can see it on your face.”

Word Count: 1156

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You were broken. After walking in on your boyfriend - now ex - practically devouring your best friend, Irene, who you thought you could have trusted, you came to the conclusion that every relationship you would have, romantic or platonic, would simply end in misery and betrayal. It was almost as if all of your past boyfriends just wanted you for your body. You didn’t know if you could trust anyone anymore. You began to think that your closest friends would eventually betray you, even though you knew deep down inside that they would stay by you.

And of course, you knew Kim Namjoon would always be with you.

Limbs sprawled and dried tears, you lay on your bed in trepidation of what your future was to be. You couldn’t help but think that all hope for you was lost, and that you would never love anybody again. The thought of seeing Jumin pinning Irene to the wall, lips connected and faces flushed - you almost felt sick to your stomach.

That image of Jumin and Irene only made the pain in your chest grow, and urged you to let out the tears you’ve been holding back for sleepless nights. You held your knees to your chest and sobbed into the sheets beneath you, not caring if the entire world heard you at that moment. You had the right to be upset, especially after seeing Jumin grinding his hips against your friend, his left hand riding up her shirt while his right hand slid down beneath-

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of your cell phone blaring beside your ear, the familiar ringtone letting you know that your best friend, Namjoon, was trying to reach you, but you didn’t want to talk to him. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. He didn’t even know about what you were going through, but all he knew is that you weren’t showing up to school, and that meant something definitely wasn’t right with you, since you had never missed a day of school - until now.

The constant ringing of your phone drove on for at least half an hour, bringing you to the point where you angrily grabbed your phone and shut it off, tossing it to the other side of your bedroom, sighing in relief of the silence. Unfortunately, you forgot about how persistent Namjoon was, so when you heard someone banging on your front door, you groaned and ignored them, hoping that they would leave soon. You knew it was Namjoon, but that pushed you ever further to ignore him.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there!” You heard him yell, the pounding on the door growing louder by the second. Suddenly, you heard your front door slam shut, and that’s when you remembered that you had given Namjoon a key to your house only a few weeks ago. He was already halfway down the hall when you jolted up and ran to your door, attempting to lock it, but he was too quick and opened the door before your hand could even touch the doorknob.

“Go away,” You said before trying to push him out, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and embraced you, moving his hands to your head and pulling you closer to his body.

“I was so worried,” He mumbled into your hair.

“Joonie, please, just go.”

He slightly pulled away in confusion at your words, his hands softly cupping your cheeks and his forehead pressed against yours.

“Your eyes are red… were you crying?” He asked, concern written all over his face. You couldn’t stand to see his pained expression, so you slowly nodded then looked down.

“J-Jumin-” You managed to gasp out, but you immediately choked on your own tears as Namjoon pulled you closer, hugging you tighter than he had ever before. You felt your knees buckle, and Namjoon slowly fell to the ground with you, the overwhelming silence taking over the sullen mood surrounding you. “Why did you come, Namjoon?”

“I figured you shouldn’t be alone,” He whispered, running his fingers through your hair as you quietly sobbed into his shirt. “Eunhee told me about him and Irene. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You don’t.”

Minutes passed as you lay in his arms, but you managed to gather yourself and look up at Namjoon, who mumbled to himself as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. You stayed like this for a while, your cheeks held by his soft hands, gazes averted as silence fell over the room.

“Y/N…” Namjoon spoke, slightly lifting your head to allow your eyes to meet with his.

“You love me, don’t you?” You said abruptly, causing Namjoon’s mouth to stay agape as he stared at you, wondering if you had really just asked him such a thing.

“I-I… well I-I wouldn’t say-” He began to stutter, but you cut him off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He froze in shock, but slowly melted into the kiss, bringing his arms to hook around the back of your neck. You disconnected your lips with his, yet still stayed in close proximity to his reddened face.

“I can see it on your face. You love me.”

Namjoon sighed and shifted his gaze down to the carpet, deciding to spill his secrets to you.

“I do. I love you, Y/N.” You almost flinched at his words, but you knew ultimately that he wasn’t like your previous boyfriends. Namjoon was kind. He was understanding. He was gentle. He knew you better than your own family. He was your family. He had always stuck with you through the rough times. He had cared about you, and he would always care about you. You trusted him with your life, and now you were just realizing that the answer was in front of you all along? After so many years of scattered thoughts and conflicted emotions, you finally knew he was the one.

“Namjoon, can you teach me how to love again?” You asked, almost desperate for a positive answer from him. Surprisingly, instead of an answer, he kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks as you simply melted at his touch. He pulled away with a gentle smile on his face, showcasing his dimples, one of your many favorite features of him.

“As long as you promise to stay by me,” He said, and you quickly nodded before quickly pecking his lips.

“I promise.”

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lmao this was so shit I’m so sorry

anekochan  asked:

Hello miss Leigh! I met you at a book signing in Portland, Oregon - I asked you to sign my books in weird places and I tried to thank you for your stories but I got scared and the words didn't come out right and I looked dumb. I just meant, thank you for the way that your characters seem to always get tangible victory over their abusers. When everyone always tells you to forgive and move on, it's nice to see someone get to move on through getting even. Genya means so much to me. Thank you!!

1. You were lovely. Please don’t bash yourself.

2.  I’m pretty much always one step away from forming a vigilante girl gang, so I’m glad those stories resonated with you.

Okay, friends and fiends. Thank you for keeping the anon asks so kind and low salt ;) Thus endeth the ask binge! 

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Toys! Bryana

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  • i was just scrolling through your blog (im hella horny 25/7 shhh) and i saw an ask about bryana smut and you asked for ideas…. maybe like she eats you out, or surprises you with a bunch of toys + maybe tries to get you to cum as many times as she can ? 
  • If your doing a Bryana smut can you make that a visual one?
  • Can you a smut visual with girl x girl?
  • You neeeeeeed to write another Bryana smut 😍
  • I loved the Bryanna smut so so much will you please do another one?
  • If its not too much trouble, can you please please please please please write more bryana holly smut. Btw you’re amazing 😍

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I tried to experiment a little bit of Arakawa’s style with my own. Though I think Roy doesn’t really resemble himself in my style XD Some people have reached out to me to talk about Brotherhood…thank you so much!! It’s been so long since a series moved me so much. I would love to draw more FMAB, we will see haha…

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i reached 4k followers the other day !!!! after around 5 years on this hellsite. legit the only reason this website is bearable is because of the people i follow. i have met so many incredible people and i seriously wouldnt have stayed this goddamn long if it wasnt for y’all. 

i follow around 200 people and i tried to include everyone. all y’all binches change your urls so often tho so i didnt know who half of you were, but itll explain why some of my mutuals arent on here. so if you arent on here, please dont feel offended. it was not my intention im just a binch w a bad memory and i guarantee i love you 

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Promises - Fred Weasley Imagine


Hi sorry to bother you again. Could I have a request where the reader (Ravenclaw please) is pregnant with feeds baby but is afraid to tell him till he eventually pushes the reader to tell him why she keeps (pregnancy symptoms). You can pick the ending. Thank you again love your writing sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

A/n: You said I can pick the ending so, I decided to change it up… Only a little… Ish

~(Y/n) POV~

There it was. On the counter. All the noise that was outside the bathroom door disappeared and time seemed to stop. I’m pregnant, a thing I tried to avoid ever since I became a teenager so I could pursue my dream. Once I think back to the time it happened, It now becomes clear how reckless I was. I got drunk and got caught in the moment.

I’m not scared to have a baby, my parents always told me that I shouldn’t be afraid of what I have to deal with but I can’t help but fear one thing. Fred. My boyfriend, the father of my child. We’ve been dating ever since our third year but we’ve known each other ever since our first year. I fell in love with Fred and I feel like I can’t live without him but how is he going to react to me being pregnant. We’re both 16.

I picked up the pregnancy test. Two pink lines were shown. I took a deep breath in before going on my knees and puking in the toilet. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, just thinking. Thinking about all the different ways this situation can go. Fred is excited when I tell him and he helps me raise the baby or Fred isn’t happy and he leaves me so I take care of the baby myself. I can’t tell him, what if he leaves me?

~1 Month Later~

I’m one month into my pregnancy, my belly is barely showing and I’ve been having Nausea like I’ve never felt before, I constantly have to pee and my back hurts like hell. Fred has been noticing these things and questions me but I always change the subject.

I was planning on telling him the next day after I found out but I got to scared. Soon the days added up and now I’m one month. I’ve told my parents already, they took it better than I expected. It was fear that soon turned into joy of being grandparents.

“Hi love” Fred said wrapping an arm around my waist as he kissed my temple.

“Hey” I said closing my book, we were in the library and it was empty not including the librarian.

“I need to talk to you”

“What is it?” I asked

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” My heart began race against my chest.

“Well, I was just worried… You’ve been throwing up a lot lately and eating differently”

“I… It’s nothing… I already went to the doctors”

“You’re lying to me” he says


"I’m pregnant”

His face changed immediately. It was no longer smirking Fred, he frowned.

“W-what? How? It can’t be mine” He said quickly. By the tone of his voice, I could already tell that he’s not happy.

“What do you mean?”

“We haven’t done anything!” My eyes began to sting as tears threaten to fall. Does he really think that?

“Fred, it’s your baby! I never cheated on you! Don’t you remember? It was the night you won that game, we got drunk.” I whisper wiping my tears furiously with the sleeve of my robe.

“I- I have to go” he said getting up quickly.

“No, Fred. Fred, please come back” I cried, my voice merely above a whisper and cracked but he didn’t listen to me. He left me there and I cried holding my stomach.

“I’ll love you no matter what happens, I promise” I whispered as I rubbed my stomach. After, I stopped crying I began to think again. It was the true Ravenclaw in me that always made me think things through no matter what it was.

I don’t need Fred to help me raise a child. There are so many single mothers out there who take care of kids all by themselves. If they can do it why can’t I.

~5 Months Later~

Time seemed to slip through my fingers. I’m 5 months into my pregnancy and my stomach is as big as a ballon soon it will be too big and ready to pop. These five months have been the hardest/ best months of my life.

The best months because I found out that I’m having a beautiful baby girl and that she’s healthy and alive in my stomach but also the hardest months because I don’t have Fred anymore.

He’s been ignoring me or I’ve been ignoring him. I miss him a lot but how could I go back to him? He doesn’t want the baby and all I want is this child. We’ve seen each other around school but it was only glances back and forth and nothing more.

No smiles, no waves, no words. But as the days pass on, I can see that it takes a toll on Fred. He looks more tired, his usual happy smirking demeanor was changed into a frown and depressed look. I think it’s completely over but some think otherwise.

“You should talk to him” Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a cup of tea in front of me. When I first told her she lit up like a firework but soon became doleful and upset when I told her about Fred.

“No, if he doesn’t want the baby. I completely understand, I can raise the baby myself.”

Mrs. Weasley shook her head sipping her tea. She often invited me to her house for tea to talk about the baby and my plans for what’s to come

“Has he been talking to you?” She asked

“No” She looks a bit teary eyed but I understood why. She was scared that I wouldn’t let her see the baby but I always told her that she can see the baby whenever she wanted too.

“But it’s okay. Fred is the father and that makes you the grandmother.” I reminded her, she smiles and hugs me.

~The Next Day~

I sat in the transfiguration courtyard rubbing my stomach as it cramped beneath my fingers. Somedays the pain would just come and It was hard to calm it. I took deep breaths in and out heavily while rubbing my stomach softly.

“(Y/n)?” I opened my eyes to see Fred standing in front of me. I was quite shocked because I thought our fight was the last time he was ever going to talk to me.

“H-hi” I whispered, it felt so weird talking to him after so long yet it felt good. I missed hearing his voice.

“I…” He sighed heavily and sat down. “I don’t know how to start”

“Start what?” I ask, I’m getting a little scared now. His fists are clenched tight and he’s breathing heavily. I scooted back on the bench putting my arms around my stomach to protect the baby just in case.

“I don’t know where to begin. I know I messed up really bad. I should have never yelled at you nor should I have ever left you for so long. Sorry will never cover what I did to you but if you could give me a second chance.” He said it so softly but I knew he meant every word.

“Give me a good reason why I should?” It was my anger that was setting in.

“Because I love you. I love our child.”

“Then why did you leave us?” I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Because I was scared. Scared that I wouldn’t make a good father, I thought I wasn’t ready but now I am. I want to help you raise our child and I will cherish him or her with everything. I want to raise a family with you and only you.” His face is so close, I can feel his breath against my face.

“I want to be there with you holding your hand through everything. I will not abandon our child, I will be there for their first laugh, words, steps, everything. Just please give me a second chance because I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” After that he continued to whisper sorry but I grabbed his face in my hands and wiped the tears away with my thumbs.

“I forgive you, Fred” I kiss him slowly like I used to when he was feeling down. It felt so amazing to kiss him after everything.

“Don’t make me regret it, Weasley”

“I promise, you won’t.”


anonymous asked:

Can you please do a Bucky BarnesxReader imagine based on the song "Let Me Be" by Escape the Fate. Please just so much fluff?

Here ya go! I tried my best and thanks so much for the great new band I can obsess over.

Bucky x Reader

Let Me Be

Let me be your first time, Let me be your last

Flashback to when you met Bucky after six months of volunteering at a shelter that offered free sessions with the dogs to relieve stress. He was your first real love. You had boyfriends before but you always ended things before they could get too serious. You never seemed to notice this until your recent ex brought it up as you tried to break up with him. Suffice to say, he didn’t take it well. After that small insight, you swore off relationships for a while because frankly you never really were interested in them. Until him.

You were cleaning up the toys and gathering the dog’s leashes when Bucky, Natasha, and Steve walked in. You didn’t recognize them at the time which you were thankful for as that could have changed the beginning of the rest of your life. “Are we too late?” Steve had said disappointedly. Normally you would say yes and give them another time to visit but something told you to shake your head and lead them through the gate. Smiling, you walked over to the door to the room you kept the dogs in while you cleaned up and winked at the three friends before releasing a horde of puppies upon them. Natasha and Steve immediately dove in and sat among the dogs, laughing as they climbed all over them. Bucky, you noticed, stood off to the side half smiling at the dogs pawing his leg and held one arm behind him. Biting your lip, you scooped up a black Labrador puppy and carried him over to Bucky. Without warning him, you put the dog in his face allowing the dog to proceed to lick him all over the half of his face. When those surprised blue eyes met yours, something just clicked leaving you feeling winded as if he had just punched you in the chest.

Celebrate your highs, And lift you when you crash

Flashback to when Bucky received his college degree, a dream he had worked on for four long years in between missions and continuing to sort out his past and now present in an ever-confusing world. You screamed and shouted as loud and as embarrassing as you could when he walked across that stage, proud tears streaming down your face because he did it. He did it against all his insecurities and self-doubt and you saw this as a HUGE turning point in proving to himself that he was capable, that he was much more than his low (and absurdly wrong) opinion of himself and his capabilities just because a bunch of assholes that deserved to rot in the lowest ring in hell twisted him into believing so…God, you got heated when thinking about that but it faded away as Bucky smiled at you waving and jumping in the crowd and ducked his head at your craziness, but you laughed because he had no idea you had enlisted Tony to throw a “small” party in his honor with the Avengers and some of his classmates to celebrate his big accomplishment.

Flashback to how Bucky was there for you when your oldest brother, your best friend aside from Bucky,  had lost his life in a sudden boating accident. How Bucky held you as you cried, gave you space when wanted, brought you lunch at work because you had lost your appetite during your grief, never held it against you when you lost it at him because he knew deep down it wasn’t really about him, and made sure to always kiss you hello and goodbye as hard and as passionately as he could as if to convey how much he cared for you in one of your darkest times.

Let me be a slow song, Let me be a fast, The thought rolling off your tongue times.

Flashback how you found yourself drunk as hell at a popular karaoke club singing your heart out to a love song you didn’t know the words to but kept going just to keep that grin on Bucky’s face. You’d do anything to make him grin that wide and laugh that hard. You’d do that for the rest of your life, a thought that came out of nowhere but was not that surprising as you found yourself falling so so hard for this man. He consumed your every thought and came up somehow in every conversation you had lately. It was terrifying but in your drunk mindset, it only made you sing louder.

The night you won’t forget , The words you don’t regret

Flashback to the night where he yelled during a heated fight that he loved you. Without hesitating, you screamed right back that you loved him too. It wasn’t how you imagined finally telling him but you didn’t regret it one bit. You didn’t even remember what you were fighting about but only remembered how you stopped in your tracks as you saw a beautiful smile, that smile that stopped your heart every.damn.time., and a single tear slid down his face after your angry declaration. “Fuck, Doll.” He said it in a chocked voice that triggered your tears. You don’t remember who grabbed who but you do know that neither one let go for the rest of the night.

Let me the secret, You spill in the dark, That puts you back together , When you fall apart

Flashback to the nights where Bucky’s nightmares were too much to bear. How he would wake up thrashing or sometimes screaming in so much pain you found yourself wiping both your tears and his when he came to. That one night when he had the worst one yet and held you down with brute strength then threw you off the bed into the dresser so hard the glass from the mirror next to it shattered over you. It was the sound of the glass exploding that made him come to and take in you across the room bent over and surrounded by shards of glass. He refused to sleep with you for three months before you convinced him otherwise by simply laying on the floor next to the couch, irritating him to no end, when he caved and built a rather large pillow wall. You gave him three days of that nonsense before dismantling that and assuming your normal position curled next to him with one leg thrown over his legs and your arm draped over his shoulder with your hand in his hair. Naked.

Your one and only, Let me be, let me be

Flashback to an hour ago as he brought you to the shelter you used to volunteer at as you were looking for a pet to adopt together. But little did you know that he had gone ahead days ago to adopt a beautiful black lab similar to the one you shoved in his face three years ago and wrap a pretty blue ribbon around his collar. He took you in to the room where they let people play with the dogs and as you were distracted by the ten balls of pure fluffiness hopping all over you, a black lab was shoved in your face who lavished you with slobbery kisses. You opened your eyes giggling but when you saw a beautiful diamond ring hanging on the blue ribbon on the lab’s neck, your eyes followed to Bucky who was kneeling in front of you with eyes full of love and promise and before he could open his mouth to deliver what you could assume would be a beautiful and heartwarming speech, you jumped him forcing him to fall backwards with you on top kissing the life out of him saying ‘yes’ in between and even during kisses.

Flash forward to now as you turned up the song on the radio that reminded you so much of the man next to you looking fine as hell with his hair falling out of his tie and face basking in the afternoon sun as he sped down the road looking as free as he ever felt. It hurt to look at him but in the best way possible. The song on the radio was ending but you smiled because your lives together were really beginning.

Servamp: Don’t Bully My Eve!

Hey guys! This is for the anon who wanted a cute sloth pair fic, as you see below XD Anyway, this is literally the first time in a long time since I wrote something. I really hope you guys like this, and anon, thank you so much for sending in the awesome request, I really hope you love it! Thanks so much, and please enjoy! <3

“Alright already, I get it…” Mahiru sighed, as he tried to brush away the slight hurt feelings he got from the teasing. He knew his friends were just kidding, but that still didn’t mean that they sometimes went too far with their teasing. “You guys can stop now.”

“Aw, no harsh feelings right, Mahiru?” One of his classmates laughed, making the other boy snicker next to him. Mahiru didn’t even know what made the kid go into his backpack to begin with but the kid had taken Kuro out and was holding him out and shaking him, laughing about how he can’t leave a cat home with him. He said something about being lonely. The teen, however, couldn’t bring himself to admit that, yes without Kuro, he was a little lonely since he didn’t exactly have any family around much anymore, so all he could just try to do about it is try to take the now awake Servamp back from the boy. Feeling a slight warning of frustrated tears threatening to fall, Mahiru tried harder to get Kuro back, who by the looks of it was finally getting annoyed with being held by the scruff of his neck by some unknown annoying teen.

“Mreow” A cold sound finally emanated from above the boys, as Kuro finally had enough, and decided to growl. Watching his classmate pale slightly from the sound that came from his Servamp, Mahiru watched as Kuro’s threatening red eyes attached themselves to the now frightened brown eyes of the two teens. “Mreow.”

“Shit…did the thing just growl?!” The other boy whispered, backing away from the angry black cat.

“Please give him back…he’s getting mad!” the teen sighed out, while reaching up to try to grab at the dangling black cat again. But when Kuro was pulled out of his reach again, Mahiru tensed, and tried to hold back a whimper. “Please!”

“Come on man, give Mahiru back his pet, before that thing goes crazy!” the other boy said, backing away from Kuro when the Servamp began to fight back more and more.

Mahiru felt his blood stop however when the classmate when to protest, but before he could, Kuro’s paw shot out and clawed the boy right on his left cheek, a few inches from his eye. Blood started dripping down from the three little scratches as waves of irritation began to leak out of the annoyed Servamp. Kuro had finally had enough.

“Son of a bitch! Here! Have the damned thing!” The boy yelped as he tossed the angry Servamp back at Mahiru as he ran off with his friend, holding his injured cheek. Kuro watched them run off, making sure the classmates had truly left. When he was positive they had left, the black cat turned his eyes on Mahiru worriedly.

“Mahiru? Are you alright?” he asked, as the teen put the Servamp down at his desk, and sat down with a sigh. Glancing at his partner, Mahiru was able to see the clean cut worry the other had for him. Mahiru smiled softly at Kuro, but soon his lips wobbled around the smile, and small tears made their way down his flushed cheeks. “Mahiru?”

“Th-Thanks f-for helping me, K-Kuro…” Mahiru whimpered out, wrapping his arms around the cat body of his Servamp. Feeling a shift in space, the Eve knew that his Servamp was now in his human form, and snuggled into the other’s stomach as Kuro’s arms squeezed him tightly back. The Servamp could feel the way Mahiru’s muffled cries vibrated against his shirt, as he body shook a little. Growling slightly, Kuro hugged his Eve closer to his chest, almost protectively. “But you didn’t need to scratch him…y-you know.”

“I’m sorry…But he was getting on my nerves…We’re okay, right?” He asked the teen, who was beginning to calm down as he rubbed his back softly. Mahiru’s breath hitched as he squirmed lightly underneath the touch. Not thinking much of it, Kuro pulled the teen away lightly, and took a look at his face. Seeing a small smile on the brunet’s face, Kuro rubbed the remaining tears away shyly before glancing around to find the other’s discarded backpack. “Here.” Kuro let go of his Eve, and picked the object up off the ground, noticing it looked a bit dirty due to being thrown on the ground during the scruffle.

Dusting it off the best he could, the Servamp carefully placed around Mahiru’s shoulders, helping his Eve to put it back on. Mahiru smiled at him, and allowed the vampire to slip it around his arms, before fixing the straps near his sides. When Kuro’s fingers gently brushed the teen’s sides, he heard the Eve gasp lightly. Stopping, Kuro looked down confusedly at the brunet. Did he just…snicker? Why did he…wait a minute…is he…Oh…OH! Feeling a smirk slowly start to form on his face, the Servamp slid his hands down the brunet’s side again, and sure enough the teen’s face scrunched up and he snickered again.

“Mahiru…You wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish would you?” Kuro drawled out, feeling his smirk widen when he noticed Mahiru flush a deeper red. And no matter how much he tried, a nervous smile began to slide up despite his best efforts.

“N-noho…” the teen giggled out nervously, back away from the smirking Servamp. Kuro grinned at the smile his Eve had on his face as he watched the other backing away more and more. “K-Kurohoho…”

“Are you sure, Ma-hi-ru? You seem to be rather giggly when I do this,” Kuro mumbled out as he once again squeezed the teen’s sides, making Mahiru jerk and smile, as he obviously held back his laughter. “See?” Kuro mumbled, giving his nervous Eve another mischievious smirk.

Mahiru felt his body begin to fidget nervously as he felt his partner’s fingers begin to drum a beat lightly against his sides. Kuro could clearly see how flustered and nervous Mahiru was getting as he continued his harmless teasing. Chuckling, Kuro finally reached out, and wrapped his arm around his Eve’s waist, letting his one hand finally skitter up Mahiru’s slightly round tummy. The brunet let out another gasp, before finally bursting into the adorable, yet hysterical giggles Kuro had ever heard, and reeled forwards, trying to get himself out of the Servamp’s hold.

“Kurohohohohohoho!!!” Mahiru shrieked as he held a hand over his stomach, slightly bending over with hysterical giggles and yelps.

“Wow, my Eve is more ticklish than I thought!” Kuro smirked out, as he reached out and pulled the wiggling teen back into his chest, hugging him tighter while dancing fingers up and down his Eve’s sides.

“K-Kurororororororo! Nohohoho! Wehehehe’re sthehehehehehll ihihin puhuhublic!” the teen laughed, throwing his head back against the smirking Servamp. “Plehehehease!”

“Hmmm…There’s no one else in this classroom but us.” Kuro muttered, taking a look around the empty room. It was true, all the student that were in the room left after the scene with Kuro being dangled happened, not to mention Mahiru was sure no one wanted to ever stay this late after school. The only reason why they were still there was because of that stupid kid that was teasing his Eve. Feeling another flare of anger rise in his stomach at the thought, Kuro held back another growl. Luckily, however, the thoughts quickly vanished when he heard Mahiru finally snort and laugh a little harder then he was before. Kuro glanced down and his fingers had wandered to the Eve’s lower tummy. “Oh Mahiru…is your tummy ticklish?” Kuro teased, fluttering his fingers along the teen’s waist and pants line.

Mahiru squeaked and finally dissolved into full laughter, trying in vain to push his partner away. Kuro snickered lightly, and looked down at the blush giggly mess that was his Eve. Although he longed to hear more of his bright and cheerful laughter, the Servamp knew that Mahiru would soon start to get tired. Smirking, Kuro slowly snuck a hand under the wiggling teen’s shirt, and scratched mercilessly around his slightly bony hips.

“O-oh gohahahahahahahahahad!!! I-it tihihihihihihickles! N-not thehehehehehehhehehere! Plhehehehehehease!!!” the Eve shrieked in loud bubbly laughter. “Nohohohohohoho mohehehehehehre!”    

“You know Mahiru, that’s kind of the point?” Kuro chuckled, listening to the teen’s adorable squeaky laughter. The Servamp hasn’t heard his Eve laugh this hard in a while. Ever since what happened with Tsubaki, the teen looked a little wary of everything. Hearing his laugh now made Kuro never want to stop. Shaking out of his thoughts, Kuro toned the tickling down until he was just swirling a finger in Mahiru’s belly button which made the Eve give high-pitched giggles instead of the big belly laughs. Mahiru stood giggling his little heart out helplessly, as his body trembled lightly in Kuro’s arms. To tell the truth, this was the most fun the teen has had in a while, but hearing his Servamp snickering at him made his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Kuro smiled softly as he noticed the Eve try to hide his red face in his shoulder “Also Mahiru… You do realize you never told me to stop the entire time, right? Does that mean you enjoyed it?”

“Whahahat? N-no!” Mahiru squeaked out, glancing up at Kuro with a beet red face, and sparkling hazel eyes. Kuro blinked at his Eve’s response. “I d-didn’t like it!”

“Sure you didn’t” Kuro muttered as he rolled his eyes and leaned down to start lightly nibbling on Mahiru’s wide open neck while making ridiculous raspberry sounds. The Eve blanked out for a minute before he finally came back into reality and was sent into hysterical cackles, squealing, and squeaking through each shriek of his adorable laughter. Kuro grinned through his teasing when he noticed that Mahiru had lost most of the fight he started with as he was only trying to squirm away and close his neck to avoid the continuation of the current tickle spot. Hearing the teen’s laughter finally begin to go silent, Kuro stilled his mouth, and snickered into the skin. “Ready to admit it yet, Ma-hi-ru?” the Servamp mumbled into the Eve’s neck, eliciting a stream of breathy giggles from the young brunet.

“Iehehehehehe don’t mihihihihihihind it! Juhuhust plehehehehease Kurorororoho nohohoho mohohore….plehehehehehease!” Mahiru cried out as he was finally released from the hold. Kuro watched as Mahiru stumbled forward, and grinned as he watched the teen try to rub away the ticklish feeling with left over giggles leaving his smiling mouth. “Thanananak y-you!”

“You do know that when we get home this will continue,” Kuro mumbled out, smirking lightly as Mahiru let out a little squeak, and gripped his backpack tighter. Hearing a sigh come from the Eve, Kuro watched as the blushing brunet turned around to face him, and pointed to his shoulder. Rolling his eyes, Kuro poofed into his cat form, and laid across the teen’s shoulder. Mahiru patted the Servamp’s head, and nuzzled his cheek with the cat’s. “Now I’m hungry…Feed me Mahiru! Don’t let this adorable cat starve!”

The signs as Fire Emblem Fates Confessions
  • Aries: The only thing that scares me is how much I love you.
  • Taurus: I hope someday I can love the world as much as you do. Please stay with me ‘til then.
  • Gemini: I know nothing will ever come between us… because I’ll eviscerate anyone who tries.
  • Cancer: You’re sweeter than sweets, my sweet. Let’s celebrate our delicious love with a giant wedding cake! I’m serious, biggest. Cake. Ever.
  • Leo: I’ve hidden my feelings for so long… I can’t believe you felt the same way all this time. Stay with me forever.
  • Virgo: Nothing is stronger than my love for you. Except my biceps.
  • Libra: We’re a real family now. And I love my family more than anything.
  • Scorpio: Do you have any idea what you’re getting into? I sure hope not…
  • Sagittarius: I knew you were special when I saw how much Daddy respects you. Let’s take it easy together for the rest of our lives.
  • Capricorn: I love you truly. I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long… you are my precious wife now. It is my honor and duty to keep you safe at all costs.
  • Aquarius: I’m so glad I didn’t mess this up. I love you…
  • Pisces: I am so happy to have found you on this plane of existence! Nirvana awaits…

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Uh hi! I’m Erin…

I was inspired by @http-jack to post this and since my post got 100 notes I decided, “meh, why not?” So here I am! I’m pretty nervous actually haha and yeah, I’m in my school uniform. Please don’t give me hate… also I know my hair is a mess - it’s been a long day.

Hope none of you are disappointed. Much love 😙 and here are some facts about me!

5 Facts about me:

👻I’m Scottish
👻I play Field Hockey
👻I play an instrument and sing!
👻I have hazel eyes (sometimes green)
👻I draw Manga