OMG, HOW'D YOU KNOW I LOVE TIRED OLD MAN CAT BREEDS ?!?!?!
OMG, HOW'D YOU KNOW I LOVE TIRED OLD MAN CAT BREEDS ?!?!?!
Cat boy Francis cat boy Francis cat boy Francis
(Meant to be read like a child chanting "MCDONALD'S" in the car)
WHY DO I BRING THESE THINGS UPON MYSELF AAAAA
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CW: Unhealthy relationship dynamics, implied drugging (a potion of some sorts), light mentions of death, Yan! reader x (character of your choice), l'm pretty sure I had someone in mind when I first wrote this, but it's been months and I have No Clue, lowkey disturbing. reader is manipulating mansplaining manwhoring this
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Heavy breathing.
The deafening sound of skin brushing against skin.
The shrill laughter coming from them made butterflies flare up in such a beautiful way in you.
"Haha! (redacted)!" They'd gleefully chuckle as you'd both roll around in the pillow fort you made together, tears forming in the corner of their eyes.
And you'd laugh right back, engulfing them in a loving hug they'd surely return.
They just loved you so, so much.
And you loved them too.
Enough to put them under a spell.
Enough to make sure all they thought about was you, you, you.
Because they loved you so much.
And you loved them too.
They'd cry and cry, but how could they be sad? When all they could feel was the tight pull on their heart when they saw you? When they heard your voice? When they tried to resist the spell you put them under?
Those were just tears of joy. What more could they be?
Their dead eyes meant nothing, so long as they gazed at you, and you alone.
They didn't mind when the people they were once close to vanished. One after the other
How could they?
They were too preoccupied with wedding plans to even think about their companions dropping like flies around them.
You'd speak, and they'd listen. Obey. Without question.
All because they loved you
And you loved them too.
friendly reminder:
this is who ya'll down bad for
goodnight
I pretend like I'm normal as if I haven't been cooking up absolute mayhem in my drafts for the past week. Bouta get real 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 up in this bitch.
Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸
Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives
The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent
“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.
I better get a commission from this.
I'll be streaming tomorrow. Haven't decided where yet but I'll reblog this or the OG post with a link once I've decided.
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The OG post: