LOTF OC WIP

Original Story

I'm writing and original story called Death Shall Wait for You, My Darling.

Summary: The concept of death is terrifying to many, but to Rosemary and Ruby, death is just a part of life. Both live their lives without fear of death until one day, they both discover something they can't leave behind in life... each other.

WLW where one is a pirate and the other is terminally I'll and the pirate will do anything for her

It's available on AO3 and Wattpad!

I'm new to posting on Tumblr, should I post it here too?

Legato Blusummers

No one mentions Legato when talking about male SA victims in media. His backstory is so upsetting. I love his character so much, he's my favorite, and he doesn't get the recognition he deserves.

LOTF OC doodles

I drew these instead of paying attention in math class. His name is Adam, check out my last post for more about him. I finally have his full lore figured out so I can answer any questions now.

Sasuke Fanfic: My Baby

Summary: Sasuke had always been uncaring about his life and body. He was always the first to jump to self-sacrifice or even stab himself during a mission when things got too hard. Sasuke's behavior worried Kakashi to no end. He saw his younger self in that boy and he knew exactly what his younger self tried to do. TW: attempted su!cide and $h!

Chapter One: Sasuke hadn't shown up to a get-together the team was having about a mission. They waited for hours to see if he would turn up but nothing. Kakashi’s worries grew by the minute no matter how calm he looked on the outside. Naruto had been annoyed at the start and just wanted to get going, but with time, he became worried for his teammate. Kakashi knew Naruto would never admit his worries but he saw the boy tapping his foot and slowly complaining less. Sakura was chewing on the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit she had that Kakashi never failed to notice. It was way past the meeting time and Sakura convinced Kakashi to check Sasuke's home. They all walked there together but Kakashi made the kids stay in the front yard just in case. Kakashi knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He could've kept knocking, but he worried about what would happen if he wasted more time. He slowly opened this old wooden door to Sasuke’s home. It was pitch black inside, the black-out curtains on the windows not helping. Kakashi flicked on the light and was met with the very thing he had been fearing. Sasuke's body was lying on the bed in a pool of blood. Kakashi scrambled over and pulled the boy's body to his. He felt Sasuke's cold pale skin under his trembling fingertips. He checked Sasuke's pulse, he was alive. Kakashi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Blood trickled from the corner of Sasuke's mouth, staining his porcelain skin. He cradled Sasuke's body in his arms and pressed him close to his chest so he could hear the boy's breathing, reassuring himself he was alive. The older ninja stood and jogged out the door. Sakura and Naruto were still standing outside. They both froze when they saw Kakashi holding a bloody and lifeless Sasuke."What happened!?" Naruto screamed, "Is Sasuke alright!?" Sakura followed up."There's no time to explain! We have to get him help!" Kakashi didn't stop running, only once glancing behind him and seeing his students running after him, panic evident on their faces. Waiting for Sasuke in the hospital was terrifying. Sakura was crying in the seat beside him as he rubbed her back to try and calm her. Naruto was up and angrily pacing around the waiting room; he was crying, too. Kakashi hadn't told them what Sasuke tried to do yet, he didn't want to make it worse. He'd tell them after Sasuke woke up. After what felt like centuries a nurse came out to inform the team that Sasuke was stable and call Kakashi back to talk. The nurse explained to Kakashi that Sasuke had overdosed and they had also found deep scratches and cuts littering his body. Kakashi kept calm the entire conversation, but inside, he felt his heart break with every word.

I wrote this late at night and didn't really revise it. Please let me know if you'd like more chapter!

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

Quick reminder that it's always morally correct to punch nazis.

Why I think history is repeating itself once again with the French Revolution. So as you all remember earlier this year with the whole haleyybaylee “let them eat cake” met gala thing snd how that felt like the biggest fuck you because their were literally protesters in the back of her video and then when she started to get backlash she was like “ I’m just a normal person” no you’re not. There was a light behind her that cost over 1,000 dollars just causally there as if it was a hoodie. And now with the whole united heath care ceo getting shot and the starch difference with how the media is portraying it vs on TikTok how people are saying he had it coming and how he deserved it (he did). How “deny, defend, depose” is being written and wore by hundreds in support. Now with this Florida woman calling her heath insurance company saying “deny defend depose” and getting arrested and all of the graffiti I’ve seen first hand around where I live. This reminds me a lot of the a chant the French used during the revolution "Liberté, égalité, fraternité" (liberty, equality, fraternity). We may not have monarchs and aristocrats anymore but we sure do have billionaires, ceos, and celebrities.This post might be very ranting but I hope you get the point of what I’m trying to say. 2025 is going to be a year in the history books.

I haven't been in this fandom since middle school but he haunts me whenever I pull an all-nighter

Another LOTF OC drawing

THIS IS A WIP!

I cannot stop drawing this little guy. This is right after the crash, he's a little crazy. His name is Adam and there's more info about him in my previous posts.