Me: *having An Episode And Waiting For My Gf To Leave Me Bc I'm Ruining Our Date*

me: *having an episode and waiting for my gf to leave me bc I'm ruining our date*

gf: hey, it's okay I'm here. what can i do for you, can i hold you?

one day, you all will have that person who won't leave no matter how hard shit gets. that person who will not blame you for your emotions and reactions. that person who will listen to you and understand you.

because you deserve it

you deserve someone who will take time for you

sooner or later, someone will love you I promise <3

Moss City

Also posted to my AO3 under the same user.

Just over the bridge, the canyon dropped down into a valley nobody could prepare for. To scale down the wall into the fog below, such a feat had never been done. At least, not in a long time. This place, much like many others in the abandoned forest, were subject to decades of empty, aching silence. The life of people was no longer contained to the village of the valley, known in the past as Castellum Convalis - the city of serenity. Since time was passed over the ruins, what remained was almost impossible to foretell.

The bridge gently swayed, delicately frayed ropes dangling from thousands of feet above the fog that encased the town below. It looked ghostly; almost made of the fog it so desperately hung above. For someone to fall from such a height, there would be no return to above without help. But there would be no help to come in an empty city. None from a place long left to rot and succumb to overgrowth. How this place was left in ruins in the first place, there was no answer.

The natural overgrowth stretched down the valley walls, deep into the canyon below. It was silent; peaceful. Vines clung to the canyon walls, barely touching the grass below. Said grass was littered with pieces of fallen buildings, ruins stretching for miles on end. Moss and vines hugged the ruined walls, like tight-fitting clothing that would crumble the city in seconds. Everything from the castle to the townhouses was covered in a thick moss blanket.

Setting foot on the untouched grass to enter the remains of Castellum Convalis, the grass is long enough to catch hold of someone unfortunate to fall into it. The chill of fog clings to everything around, like a blanket. It's most notable on the stones that still remain untouched by both humans, and the flora of the forest. Like a layer of ice covers the surface of the stepping stones, skipping over the river shatters the surface of the still waters, a sharp crack with each step deeper into the abandoned village. It would be suspected that the floors of stone houses would replicate the same sound, but shatter at the presence of an intruder.

The first house to encounter when dropping into the valley is that of just one person. There’s only one bed, with sheets eaten away by the moths that hide between the bricks. Vines dangle from the roofless room and reach desperately for the floor. The leaves strewn across the floor crumble at the tremble of the wind. Some of the leaves stick to the wall, held up by tree sap from a grand oak that the whole house leans on.

This place, left untouched, was a tragedy. But in truth, it was a blessing. The valley was returning to its natural state; a place of plant life. And it would stay this way for millennia.

A wintery wooloo!

"kill them with kindness" WRONG. FISH🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟

Me: Welp. Nobody's gonna read this since it's so specific to a certain type of person but oh well. Imma still post it 🤷🏾‍♀️

Y'all: I can't believe I've been represented in a fanfic. 🥹

Me: Well look at that

Write that fic you want y'all. There's more people out there who wanna read it than you think.