I Feel Called Out - Blog Posts

Me: I’m gonna sit down and write!!

My brain’s ability to string words into sentences:

Excuse me! I’m feeling very attacked right now… especially since I did all three of these today.

Also,

so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though

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katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you're so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they're not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin' grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.

you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.

but what katsuki can't stand - what he fuckin' hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.

you don't hesitate to take care of anyone... so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?

you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you're truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he's too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you're crying.

katsuki's quick to envelop you in the tightest of hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there's absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you've ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they should do.

"let me help you," he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. "i want to take care of you."

you haven't heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it's powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.

"please," he pleads. and katsuki never says 'please.' "teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can't. and don't give me that, 'i'll be fine,' bullshit."

he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.

"don't you fuckin' get it? you're all i have," his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.

"you're the most important person in my life, dumbass," his throat bobs as he swallows. "and i don't ever wanna lose you."

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

bruh

what the crap man

- one of their players

Me as a DM: my players can have a little bit of pre campaign misinformation, as a treat

Love me a brat as much as the next guy, but shy girls who desperately want to be completely ruined and brainless for me are my soft spot.

I'm sorry, but talking to a girl like a pet where you baby talk to her and pet her and she gets so happy and smiling and wiggly even if you're saying "you're such a stupid little toy" is the cutest thing in the world and I will continue to do it