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# 3 🌸🌸🌸

Light.

“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”

I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I? 

I write and sing and talk about him.  

I do so many things for him. 

“You are infatuated with him.” 

How do you know? The answer is No. 

And I’m married to him. 

I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me. 

I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me. 

He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall. 

He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on. 

Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?

You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it. 

Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in? 

Did you know there’s a way to leave me? 

Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.  

I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire. 

Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.  

Would you want to forget me?

You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I. 

And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit. 

Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus? 

You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it. 

I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it. 

I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man. 

You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall. 

You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move. 

Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.

Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey. 

It’s simple, I love you. 

You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in. 

It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?

We are married.  

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Waking up imagining and wanting him on top of me is so frustrating, like why isn't he here? Why isn't he on top of me right now? Fucking into me with no breaks. :(

Today's playtime adventures with Tigey and Puppy! (My sister's plushi)

First, We had ice cream and played with chalk for a little while!

After we had ice cream and stuffs Tigey and Puppy played on the swing! But Tigey almost fell off a couple times cuz he never been on swing b4 and he was very nervous

They decided they didn't wanna play on the swing anymore bcuz of Tigey not doing well and stuffs so they went to play in the wild flowers! (Tigey stalking puppy in the flowerz, Shhh don't tell puppy!)

Then Puppy and Tigey watched the chikenz and duckz!!

After that, they played with the real puppy! (Don't tell puppy she's not the real puppy tho)

Then Tigey showed Puppy how high he can climb in a tree!!

After everything, Puppy went home, and Tigey took a nap. Can you guess where?

Up in a tree!! 🌳

The end!!

Extra down below!!

Thank you, If you read all this! Remember, you are loved, valid, and deserve happiness!

I love y'all and have a good day/night! ♡

(Gif not mine)

Hi !

I know I'm not posting often but I was really busy again.

Anyway, I somehow found time to do something I had been thinking about for a while now.

I have seen people do playlists for fictional characters, so ofc I wanted to do one for Franky ... it's short and not very good, I did the illustration very quickly so it's not really good either, but I had fun doing it.

Might do another one someday. Maybe.

Enjoy ! 😉

PS : for anyone wondering, no, I do not own any of the songs (credits to the artists mentionned) nor the picture (credits to Tatsuya Endo)