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Prompt #22

“If only you kept your pretty little mouth shut, you wouldn’t be here.” The villain said, as they brought a cup of coffee with them from their very classy kitchen. The hero was in awe of the the villain’s house, not paying attention to what the other was even saying.

“Well, only if you knew how to shut my pretty little mouth, we would be doing something else.” The hero said, staring straight at the villain with wide eyes. They slapped their hands over their lips. They did not mean to say it out loud. Damn it. The villain froze. A slow smirk made it’s way on their face, their eyes glistening with mischief. “I-…” The hero started.

The villain came forward, and put down the cup. They sat down on the opposite couch of the living room, and chuckled. “And here I thought, you were innocent as a bunny.”

“I’m sly as a wolf.” Oh. My. God, the hero thought. He needs to stop speaking. Stop thinking. Stop breathing. Stop.

“You mean sly as a fox?” The villain asked, teasing. But, if you peeked a little closer on their face, it held a rather fond expression.

“No, I don’t like foxes.” They murmured, before they could stop himself. The villain let out a laugh. An adorable laugh. The hero found themself, smiling. And, then laughing with the villain. Delighted in the moment.

“You’re so cute, you know that, little wolfie?” The villain said, as they took a deep breath to calm themself. The hero grinned.

Idiots in love. That’s what one would call them, the hero thought.

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Prompt #21

“I wonder how you always manage to smile in front of the world.” The villain stated, his eyes grim.

“I wonder how the world doesn’t see the grimace behind it.” The hero said, his voice small. And, perhaps, tired.

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Prompt #20

“Let me get your favorite pjs, and then we can nod off, yeah?” The villain whispered, as the hero moved closer to him in the wide bed they were lying on. He smiled a bit before, getting rolling out of the soft sheets carefully. Making sure to not disturb the hero in the process.

The villain came back in less than 3 minutes with the said pjs and nudged the hero’s cheek a bit to let him know he was going to change him. The hero draped himself on the villain, tired. He looked just like a little baby, the villain thought.

Soon, the hero was in his favorite pair of pjs, and the villain put him on the mattress softly with a hand wrapped around his head. The hero let out a small ‘I love you’, as he fell back to slumber. The villain gave him a cheek, muttering back “I love you too”.

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Prompt #19

The hero wakes up one morning, and the first thing he does is call the villain, to tell him that he misses him. Except, the villain is not the one picking up the phone. Instead, the hero hears the voice of his partner. The hero’s partner. They’ve found the villain.

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Prompt #18

The hero finds the villain on a street, his body still. Unconscious. Blood running down from his head. When he goes to check for the pulse, the villain is steadily breathing. But, they will need to have a talk when the villain gets up. Because who dared to touch his villain?

Prompt #17

“I guess I never meant anything to you in the end.” The villain swallowed the last bit of his beer. He appeared a bit tipsy as he stood up, and went to where the hero was sat.

The villain stumbled forward and kneeled down in front of the hero. “Please. Just please, tell…tell me why you did this. Why you-you…loved me and then decided to shatter my heart like this. Please.” He said, his face filled with raw emotion. Anguished. Bewildered.

The hero swallowed, "I...-I had to do this to save you. To save us. They found out about this, and I had to lie. What else could I do, my love?" His heart ached with painful sharp jaws gnawing every inch of it. If only the other would understand him.

"Don't! Don't fucking call me that. Not after what you've done." The villain growled, his eyes filling with harsh tears as he stood up and swat them away harshly. The hero went to grab him by his wrist, and the villain pulled back sharply.

The hero's eyes filled with tears. This was not supposed to happen, he thought. "Please, listen to me." He said, voice trembling. The villain turned out, his eyes red.

"What is there to listen to, after all this?" He asked, voice rough. He refused to look at the hero, for he was afraid he would fully break down. The hero came close, forcing his face towards him. He put their foreheads together, leaning on each other.

"We can make this work. We still have enough time to run away. I'm sorry I told them about this, but...but we can make this work, yeah?" He said, gulping. His throat felt dry from all the crying. The villain hugged him and wept. The hero doing the same.

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Prompt #16

The hero smiled softly, while walking to the sleeping body on his couch. His hands held a soft blanket, imprinted with little lions and tigers. He draped it over the villain, gently. The villain instinctively turned towards him in his sleep, cuddling up in the comfort.

The hero gave a quick kiss to the villain’s forehead, and went to make cookies for when the villain wakes up.

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I write about anything and everything, but right now I'm really into heroes and villains.

Any prompt requests are open. But, I won't go into the ones that are too specific.

Prompt #15

“I hope she’s making you happy,” The villain growled as he pushed the hero against the ground.

“I-...what?" The hero replied, uncertain. He grunted as the villain's fingers dig further into the soft skin of his neck. He put his hand on top of the villain's, to make him stop.

"The girl you've been going out with, for like years now. Every time I try to look for you, she's always with you. What's with that?" The villain questioned, a scowl taking place on his face.

"Oh, OH. You're jealous?" The hero claimed, with a grin stretching his lips upwards. The villain dug his fingers harder. "Stop." He groaned.

"Tell me who she is, and what her business is with you." The villain talked, still scowling.

"Okay. Okay. Why don't you let go of my neck first, yeah? I'm not into choking, anyway." He said as the villain released him. He let out a chortle, rubbing his neck where the fingerprints left their mark. The villain blushed a little, glancing away.

"She's my partner. We work together on cases, and we are also quite close." The hero scolded. The villain turned his face to him, raising a brow. "As friends. Close friends, you jealous little thing." He finished. The villain huffed, he started getting up from where he was. But, the hero stopped him and pinned him on the ground.

"I should get my turn, too. Shouldn't I?" The hero murmured in his deep voice. The villain turned red, and the hero let out a laugh.

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Prompt #14

The villain stumbled back, as the hero pushed him against the wall. His hands on the villain’s waist, their lips on each other. The villain held the hero by his face, deepening their kiss.

Not long after, they pulled back. “You’re such a good kisser, you know that?” The villain panted, his chest heaved up and down.

The hero chuckled, a low sound from his throat. “I learned from the best.” He winked. He let go of his hold on the villain’s waist, and turned around. The villain followed through, back hugging the hero.

“You know, you were here to battle me to death, not chase after my lips.” The villain whispered in the hero’s ears. The hero raised an eyebrow, and turned around.

"Well, you asked for it." The hero returned, smiling faintly. "And, anyway, I'm not on duty right now. No obligations." The villain pulled him close for another kiss. He knew, in his heart, he won't get to do this for too long. Someday, they'll be separated like the sun and the moon.

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Prompt #13

“I love you, too.” The villain told the hero, as he stabbed him in the stomach with a knife. The hero’s breath choked, as his eyes widened, and then closed little by little. The villain let out a cold exhale, as he did the same to himself.

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Prompt #12

"Are you okay?" The hero questioned, breathless. They moved closer to the villain.

"No. I'm not okay. Do you think a person would be 'okay' after they've been hit on their head with a freaking pan?" The villain retorted, their hands moving to their head. A little bump was forming, and he cursed.

"I didn't know it was you, alright? It's not my fault that you decided to invade in my house at 3:00 in the morning." The hero grumbled, annoyance apparent in their frowned face.

"I came to give you your bracelet that you left behind, while you were wrestling me on that damned rooftop. Now, whose fault is that, huh?" The villain remarked, taking out the said object out of their back pocket, and placing it in the hero's hand.

"Oh, umm. Sorry. And, thank you." The hero said, sheepish. A slow smile formed on their face. They glowed beneath the moonlight, and it was the most beautiful sight for the villain.

The villain scoffed and looked away. They wouldn't admit it, but they only came to see the smile on the hero's face, and of course, to return that bracelet.

Prompt #11

“All I want for you is to be mine, is that so hard?” The villain said.

“If only I could say the same, if only the world would let me.” The hero replied.

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Prompt #10

CW: PTSD episode

The hero put down the bat as they gazed at the villain. The villain shield himself, while his whole body was violently shaking. In reality, the hero had picked up the bat from a random trash can that sat in one of the dark valleys. He had not planned on hitting the villain with it, maybe, using it as a defense tool.

"Please...don't hit me. Please." He wept, his eyes slowly filling with tears. The hero backed away, confused.

"What?" He mumbled, frowning a bit to himself.

"Please, just don't hit me. I'll do what you say." The villain whispered, the words barely reaching the hero's ears. His eyes let out the water holding them. He kept whispering, 'Please'.

The hero gulped, as realization hit. The villain was having a PTSD episode. He bent down and reached for the villain's hands. The villain backed away, in fear.

"It's okay. I'm- I'm...not going to hit you. Please, look at me." The hero murmured, making sure to keep his voice gentle. The villain reluctantly lowered his hands. His face was filled with terror, and the hero wanted to caress it away.

"You're safe, okay? I'm not going to do anything to you." The hero said, his eyes filled with concern. The villain sat still, his body still shaking a bit. He needed time and space. The hero decided to give him that. And, stayed where he was.

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Prompt #9

The villain has a crush on the hero. He's in denial, until the hero finds out and uses it to his advantage.

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Prompt #8

The hero is on a mission to make the villain fall in love with him, and find out about the villain’s plans. The only problem? Instead of the villain, the hero falls in love. And, the villain knows their identity.

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Prompt #7

The prince gulped, as he bent on his knees in front of the villain. "What do you want?" He whispered, tears pricking out of his eyes. His family lies dead around him.

The villain smirked, "You. I want you." The prince looked up, with his lifeless eyes.

"No. Never. Just kill me, I'd rather die." The prince breathed, his voice hoarse. His throat was sore. He ached with pain.

The villain's smirk faded. He raised one of his eyebrows. "Perhaps-", He began but stopped mid-sentence, frowning at the prince.

The prince swiftly stood up, glancing around like he was trying to find something. As a matter of fact, he was. His eyes landed on his father. His father lay silent, a sword thrust through his stomach.

He walked to the body, took out the sword, and without a second thought, stabbed it in his abdomen. The villain gaped.

Blood oozed out of the prince's figure, as he collapsed onto the ground, joining his family.

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Prompt #6

The hero and the villain run away. Except, when they both come back together, their roles are reversed. Because the hero finds out why the villain were the way they were. And now, they(the hero) want revenge.

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Prompt #5

The villain’s heart crushed at the sight in front of him. The hero, no, his hero was holding someone else in his arms. Kissing them. Smiling and laughing with them. 

He stared, unable to make himself move even a little. The hero didn’t notice them standing there. It was a late night, with nothing but a few street lights on. The roads empty, his head full. 

The hero was inside a restaurant, while the villain stood behind a building, ready to attack them. But, this. This. This was not what he expected. His blood boiled, daring him to go snatch the hero from the person. Tell the hero that he belongs to him, and no one else. 

Before he could think what he was doing, his body moved on its own. Stumbling through the empty road, he didn’t see a truck coming towards him. And, his body went flying through the cold air and back down. Blood spit out of his head, and all around him, but all he could see as he tilted his head to the right side was the hero’s smiling face. Unaware of his presence, unaware of his existence. He called out, but the hero didn’t hear. 

He screamed. 

In the end, he was alone. Like always. 

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Prompt #3

The hero slowly backed away, while the villain advanced towards him. His footsteps echoed a rhythm through the ground. He walked until he hit a solid wall behind him, the villain coming close—a dagger in his hands. His hands lifted, and he put the sharp object to the hero’s throat. Almost touching. Almost. 

The hero swallowed, barely dodging the keen edge. The villain chuckled, low and dark. “So, any last words, before I let you meet your friends in the heavens?” He asked. The hero frowned. 

“Today’s definitely not my last day on this earth,” The hero murmured, as he kicked the villain between his legs, and ran. He could not fight the villain, with his injuries alive and burning. He would lose, seriously. 

He hid in a shady-looking valley that screamed danger, but at least he was out of sight of the villain. 

Though, if only he knew, that the villain was watching him from one of the buildings nearby, a smug look accompanying his face.

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Prompt #2

The hero shuddered as the rain poured over them, knees giving out as they fell down. The villain slowly came towards him, holding a knife with way too much blood painted on it. 

“Watch me. Watch me as I slaughter the whole city with my two very own hands.” The villain exclaimed, a wicked grin plastered on their face. The hero gulped. He tried to get up by putting his hands on the ground to push his body off, but that didn’t help. He tried and tried until he couldn’t. It rained heavier. The water filled like thousands of knives being pierced through his body. 

The villain kept his promise, as he watched him go around and smother blood all over the city. And, he could do nothing but crawl and scream. Feel pain all over his body. 

For the first time in his life, the hero felt weak. Miserable. Pathetic. 

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Prompt #1

“What did you think? That you’d win? That you would have the control?” The villain murmured, way too close to the hero’s face. The hero stared with his mouth a gape open.

The villain smirked, “You’re staring at my lips, darling. Now, Wouldn’t you like to kiss me?”

The hero looked away, breathing heavily. The villain pressed their hands on the chains, tightening them. The hero moaned. “Fuck, don’t do that. Let me go. Please”. He let out.

“You know when you beg like that, I get weak.” The villain said, his hands retreating. He backed away from the hero.

The hero chuckled, laughed even. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I am. Thanks for confirming.” The villain sat down opposite the hero, his eyes wandering over the hero. They stared. The hero let on a wicked grin, scratching the chair across the pepper-powdered floor as they went close to the villain.

“You know, I would like to kiss you, even if to just shut your mouth up for a minute.” The hero muttered, lowly. The villain’s eyes fluttered, demeanor falling. Suddenly, they appeared vulnerable.

The villain huffed, “You wish.”

“So…no?” The hero asked, they moved their body a bit. Little did the villain know, the hero was entangling himself. And not long after, the hero succeded and stood up. Before the villain could do anything about it, the hero was pinning him down on the floor. His face frowned as the hero pressed his hand to his throat.

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I don't know if someone wrote this already, sorry if so

You know, I kinda like the idea that the emberstone works on emotions and the state your mind is

The first time mo and robby find the stone they're running away from danger, they don't know what's happening and they're scared but they have each other and it's sort of okay they keep each other safe in their own ways

'one being a 9 year old child whose obviously scared but wants to be positive to not be seen as a baby and a pre-teen trying to be the big brave older sibling whose just internally shaking inside'

their in a dark cave they don't know where going, just trying to follow the cave path while looking for an exit and suddenly they see a small green light they don't know what's it is but it might be an exit and they have hope, they follow and see a shiny rock in the middle oc the cave sofflty illuminating the surroundings, they feel compelled to touch it and suddenly two new lifes are born, whose scared, happy and filled with curiosity and hope with what's to come

And it happens again this time mo and robby are more confident in what their doing, they don't exactly know what's going to happen but they hope it will help them protect the one's they want to protect, and three new life's come who a bit more confident or at least willing to protect despite being scared, they don't know their stand in life but want to discover themselves and the world,

And the third time it happens it by accident. a lot as happened, things are a mess and until things are fully fix they don't want to mess things up anymore then they already are, but they're scared they've seen the dark side of people and don't really know what to do with it, they don't even want it. But in a state choas were nobody really knows what happened... they're scars of hurt, pain and hate turn to life and suddenly they have to face it, whether willing to accept it for what it means to have pain or destroy it and then destroy anything else that could bring that chaos

I am currently rewriting chapter one of Is It Cold Outside? for the fourth time,,, even tho my beta reader didn't read take three yet...

But on a good note! I love the new version! It's better! And I really like it, something that I didn't think with take three...

As of today, (the day I started rewriting it), I am at 789 words! I might add a few other words before stopping for the day, but it's a good word count! I am proud of myself!

I can give myself a cookie now! (I'm kidding, I would have eaten a cookie either way!)

Here is a small piece of chapter two of my fic that i have talked about before,, it might not stay in the final draft, idk, but i like it!

Right now the name of the fic is 'Is It Cold Outside?' but it might change at some point.

Todoroki Enji, most commonly known as the Number Two Hero; Endeavour, was a perfect and beloved hero. To civilians, maybe. To kids whose parents told stories of great heroes, probably. But, if you asked his family, you would get vastly different answers.

Todoroki Touya loved his father. Admired him with all of his being. He wanted to be exactly like him when he grew up. He was the eldest of four, and so, it was his responsibility to look after his siblings. But, in his heart was a dark and cold feeling that screamed at him everyday.

Uhm, recently I wrote 2k words. Like, wtf?! I wrote 2k words, 2k words on only one fic and not multiple ones (like a little bit of words for one fic and some other small words on another). It is the first time I have ever written that many words for one project as quickly as I just did. It usually takes me months to write that many words, and even then it's on multiple projects and not just focused on one. And I actually like what I wrote (somewhat). (the fic in question being a mha Vigilante AU. I'm only at chapter one, but I'm 2,244 words in! (some of these words were written in the beggining of the year, or around that time I don't remember)) I am actually proud of that fic, like wth?!

I have so many ideas for it and am even going as far as saying that it (might) be put into multiple parts, like a series, plus some side one-shots (but those will come in wayy later). It might just take me another year to actually start to publish it because i started to write for it last year (i rewrote it 3 times)

the only things that i will say about the fic is that it has Vigilante Izu, Shouto, Hitoshi and Denki, with some dadzawa and papamic (normally haha, i might change it at some point idk). but the Vigilante thing will stay cuz it's the main idea, and i have four chapters outlined (which i never do, because it hurts my brain to outline my fics).

so, just to say, i wrote 2k words in two to three days. and i am proud, which i am never really am with my writing.

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, (mentioned) James Potter/Lily Evans

Characters: Regulus Black, (mentioned) James Potter, (mentioned) Lily Evans

Pronouns: Regulus (he/him), James (he/him)

Additional: Angst, MCD, small fluff with an unhappy ending, gay <3

Word Count: 278

DNI: n$fw blogs

A/N: I just wrote that, like not even five minutes ago, which feels weird 'cause I never finish my writing. maybe it's a sign that I'll finally finish my biggest and longer fics? who knows, deffo not me. anyway, enjoy this angsty piece of garbage!

When James first kissed him, he thought that sparks had started to fly, his stomach doing flips and his heart skipping a beat.

He felt the warmth of James in his touch, in his embrace, in his lips.

He wanted to drown in the other’s affection. Wanted to stay where they were forever. Maybe even run away with him, far away from the blooming war and their responsibilities.

He just wanted.

The second and third times he kissed him, it was more experienced, more reassuring. But the warmth was still there as if it would never leave. And he didn't want it to. He wanted it all for himself, just like the selfish person that he is.

His dream of running away still lingered in his heart, but now he knew that it was just that, a dream.

But James's warmth will always make him want to dream. Even when he is in this cold and haunted cave, with a mission. With a death wish. He had told no one of his plans, only left a letter to give to his friends when the war was over.

The last thing he could think of in the frigid cold water, as the inferi took him to the depth of the cave, was James's warmth. And his brilliant smiles. And that he will never see him again.

But what never occurred to him was that the war would continue for two more years, ending only after James and Lily Potter's deaths. That James had died thinking that he had lost two of the loves of his life, with one of which he never had the chance to ask for forgiveness.

Relationships: (not really there but still somewhat mentioned) Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri

Characters: Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, (mentioned) Rengoku Kyoujurou, (mentioned) Kaburamaru (we can't forget our favorite snake!)

Pronouns: Mitsuri (she/her), Iguro (they/them)

Prompts: lovegender!Mitsuri (with agender Iguro!)

Additional: Fluff, small smidge of angst (so much so that i don't think it counts as such)

A/N: my first writing post! i don't really know how tumblr posts work. this is my first small writing project that i have ever finished, yayayay! i hope you enjoy!

DNI: anti xenogender, n$fw blogs, lgbtq phobic, racist, abliest, and all that

Mitsuri never really understood how people talked about their gender. She knew, objectively that she was a girl. But, at the same time, she wasn't. Yes, she felt feminine, yes she liked cutesy and girly things. But she didn't really always feel like a girl.

Iguro-san gets it. Iguro-san told her multiple times when it was just the two of them (well, three, with Kaburamaru), that Iguro-san never really felt like a man. She then asked Iguro-san if they felt like a woman, and they responded that, no, they felt more like neither, or, more specifically, like they did not have a gender.

Ever since that conversation, Mitsuri has been doing her best to gender Iguro-san correctly whenever it was just them. And she also made it clear that when (or if) they came out, she would punch every person who disrespected them, which had then evolved into a small crying session from both parties, and she promised not to tell anyone about it.

But, now that she knew that she wasn't alone, it made her heart feel light and full of love.

She remembered a conversation that she had had with Rengoku-san, before his passing. One about her breathing technique. Love Breathing.

He had asked her why and how she had created her breathing after a feeling. At first, she didn't know how to respond. She simply breathed the way that felt the most natural to her. The way that felt most like her. And, now that she thought about it, she understood.

The way that felt more like her. Her very being was love. She felt love for everyone, (well, except demons. (Nezuko did not count, as she was far more human than any demon she had ever met)). And, what she had always thought was what she was supposed to be, was instead love.

Her very being is love.

She didn't need to be referred to as a girl, woman, or anything like that. Because, whenever Iguro-san referred to her as 'love' she felt content. And nothing else mattered.

There is something that I hate with writing, it's when you're like "ugh, I don't know what to write!" and then you go to where you write your stories and you see ten thousand of billion of stories that you've had in there for I don't know how long! Currently I have 222 oneshots ideas (some started and some not) in only one app (plus others that aren't part of this section bc there are lots of sections) + idk how many multi chaptered fics ideas that I have that I don't know how to start or continue but still I'm like "ugh, I don't know what to write!" BRO you have more the two hundred fics started!! Just continue them!! but then comes the dilemma, which one am I supposed to continue???

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this is so frustrating!!!!!!!!!!

Aghum, anygays! I hope I'm going to be able to continue to write today (even just a hundred words would be fine, pleeaase!) And I hope you have a nice day/night!

Hello! Welcome to my blog <33

My names are Apollo, Luka, Helios, and Aether (I mainly go by Apollo)

I am genderfluid and use he/they/it/sun/sol/that pronouns!

I am 18!

English is not my first language!

I don't really know how to do this sooo, sorry if it sucks!

I write fanfictions and take ten billion years to write them, but it's fine, I like writing!

My fandoms consists of;

Stranger Things

Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

Doctor Who

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo

Marauders Era (sometimes Harry Potter too, but I'm not that big of a fan)

TMNT (2012 & Rise)

And others I might have forgotten!

I also have an ao3 (as of right now, I have nothing posted, but one day I'll post something (I hope))

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Here I'll post mostly little ficlets and sneak peeks of my longer one-shots and fics. And probably rant about some of my headcanons!

I have social anxiety and phobie social (I don't know what it's called in English sorry) so interacting with people gives me anxiety, but I hope to overcome it with this!

I have a side blog! It's dedicated to self-shipping, and I understand if it's not your cup of tea! But /please/ stay respectful.

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I also have another side blog! This one is dedicated to reader inserts! (mostly male!reader)

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