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Is it bad that I want someone to force their cock in to me rn. Want to squirm under them and have them roughly pin me down. Take me how they want 🥰

HOLY SHIT IS THAT A BROWN SUIT OMG OMG OMG

The Florence Knightingale effect | CL16

Author's note: took me ages to write, please be nice Warning: soft!reader, smut, love this version of Charles, I am delusional bit of smut Summary: The Florence Nightingale effect is a situation where a caregiver develops romantic feelings for their patient or, in other words, she has always looked after Charles and he wants to return the favour.

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Charles loved going clubbing. He liked how the music filled his ears and silenced his thoughts, alcohol took control of his body, and his mind was so dizzy he could not say if the hand that was touching his face was his own or someone else’s. She was dancing against him, her hips grinding on him, and he was getting hard. A part of him was hoping to take her home tonight, but the other side was still not over his best friend’s friend. The girl turned around, her hands on his chest travelling up and down, dangerously down. The Monégasque got closer to her ear to whisper something when another hand touched his shoulder. A guy twice his side was glaring at him. If he had been an animated character he would probably have smoke coming out of his nostrils and ears. "Hands off my girlfriend," the guy said. Charles was too much gone to realise the gravity of the situation to which he replied with a "You should tell her, she’s the one who’s been grinding on my cock all night". The boy’s eyes doubled their size and clenched his hands. The girl had vanished and Charles finally realised he did not make the smartest move. "Can you still drive with just one eye?" The question made him gulp and his brain was working fast to come up with an apology or to sober up quickly hoping to win a match with that gym rat. "What the actual fuck, Charles" Y/N appeared out of nowhere, standing between the two men "Did you seriously think I wouldn’t have noticed?" His green eyes scanned her figure and, God, she was a vision. "Who are you?" the bearded man asked, still willing to teach Charles a lesson. "I am his girlfriend" she lied "I can’t believe the same story every Saturday night. Let’s go home now so I can teach you a lesson". She added some insults, smacked his bicep and called him a dick at least three times. It looked convincing, but it took a while to persuade the guy that she would have taken care of him. Y/N grabbed Charles by his hand and dragged him towards the exit whispering "Let’s get out of here before he changes his mind" to which he silently agreed. The weather was cold, he could see her shivering once they were in the parking lot. He felt miserable thinking he had ruined her night. Y/N entered his life a couple of months before, she was Marta’s new colleague and met at their mutual friend’s birthday. Y/N caught his eyes immediately, he had always been a sucker for girls with pretty eyes and a nice smile and she had both. On top of that, she was incredibly caring (how many people would have saved him from that gym rat?) and always had a kind word for anyone. Everyone knew he had a soft spot for her and he was not interested in hiding it, even when her boyfriend was around. "Thank you, Bunny," he said, the nickname he chose for her and he could not help himself using that nickname, especially when she looked so good in that little one-shoulder black dress and a chocker around her neck. Maybe it was the marine breeze, maybe the booze, but her cheeks touched every shade of red every time he called her that. "It’s okay, I am sure you would have helped me if a creepy guy was harassing me" she timidly said remembering the words she called him in the club. She was not someone who liked to use bad words. Charles was surprised by her choice of vocabulary and his mind went wild thinking about what other kinds of obscenities she could say. "I am sure your boyfriend won’t let that happen. Where is he by the way?" Y/N shrugged "We are not together anymore". Charles tried to stop his lips from turning into a grin. He had never liked that dude; he was sure he would have taken better care of her. "I am sorry to hear that". Y/N noticed his expression and she decided to be bolder and smiled at him amused "You are not sorry, you’ve never liked him". At that point, Charles could not hide his feelings anymore and a soft laugh escaped from his lips "To be fair, Bunny, you are out of everyone’s league".

That comment made her shy, her eyes could not handle his stare anymore and the tip of her boots all of a sudden seemed particularly interesting as she looked down. He immediately realised he pushed her a little bit too far from her comfort zone and bit his tongue. He could have handled that conversation way better, but the night was young, and he wanted to spend more time with her. "Do you need a ride home?"

***

Next Saturday, they were back in the club, but Y/N was not there. Someone told him she was at home because she was upset about the breakup. Those words made Charles sad because why on earth would she mourn the end of that relationship? Anyway, he decided to send her some Snaps to keep her company. One was a group photo, another one portrayed Joris making out with a random girl, and then Marta and Riccardo dancing. He was also sure he sent a video of himself yelling something along the lines of "Hi, Bunny. Where are you? It’s not the same without you". She watched every single photo and pressed replay on the video. This made Charles smile, Y/N rewatched the only Snap where he was alone. Maybe she had to replay it because she could not hear what he was saying, but he did not care. Y/N replied immediately with a photo that showed her blanket, a book of sudoku and a pen. Even if it was sad seeing her alone at home, his heart jumped when he zoomed in and noticed that she was using the book he gave her when he was her Secret Santa. Charles remembered that day as if it was yesterday, he was so happy to have extracted her name and to finally buy her something. In those months when they met, he had several times tried to offer her something (even just an ice cream at the mall or a drink at the club), but she always politely declined. His mind went crazy at the possibility of finally spoiling her and buying something that she could keep at her place. Marta had to remind him that not only did she have a boyfriend (and buying jewellery for a taken girl was not appropriate) but also the budget of 25€ each for gifts. He sat in front of his pc for hours scanning every page on Amazon to look for the perfect present. He wanted to get her something that showed her he actually listens to what she says, and that he could be a much better boyfriend than the guy she was currently with. His eyes lit up when he noticed a book with over one thousand sudokus. Y/N once said that sudokus helped her to distract herself and that she was sad because she had completed all the levels of the app she was using. Charles bought that immediately and as he had some more money to spend, he added a cute pen with a bunny on top, in this way, she would have easily understood from whom the gift came. Knowing that she was still using his present made him smile, especially considering she was upset and something his was helping feeling better. The party was boring, and he wanted to see her, so without warning the others, he left the club and drove to her place.

***

Y/N was luckily still awake when he showed up at her door. He had been to her house just once and it was just like he imagined it: clean, tiny and smelled good. At that moment he realised that alcohol was kicking in and he wasn’t as sober as he thought. She let him in without asking questions and told him to lie down on her sofa. "You look terrible, how much did you drink?" He shrugged "Just wanted to see you. Would you lay next to me?". Drunk Charles was extremely clingy, and could not be trusted alone, but he was also very sweet and his flustered cheeks made the green of his eyes stand up even more. Y/N came back with some biscuits and a glass of water to which he replied with a "You always take good care of me" that made her cheeks turn red. Charles always prided himself on the ability to make her blush so easily. Once he drank some water and ate half a biscuit, Y/N lay next to him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her body. They had never been that close before and Charles swore he would have gladly spent the whole night like that. "I don’t think the sofa fits both of us. Do you want to go to my room?" "This is a new one, you really can’t help yourself taking me to bed, can you?" he chuckled. Even if Charles could not see her face, he could imagine her hyperventilating. She was so innocent, she did not mean her words to be allusive. "It’s just, you see, I am a bit uncomfortable, but we can stay here if you like" she stuttered and he pressed his arms around her tighter. "It’s okay, Bunny. Just messing with you. You can show me your room if you like". Her room was spacious, with tall shelves full of books and pictures of herself with family and friends on the walls. "How come there aren’t pictures of us together on your wall?" he asked. Y/N approached him and showed him a pic of the whole group together at Marta’s birthday. "But there are at least ten other people, I want a picture of just the two of us" he complained and in his ears, he sounded just like a baby. "I promise you we’ll take one when you are sober". Charles scanned every single corner of that room as she politely gave him some space to explore. He was particularly fascinated by her plushie collection. His smile turned into a frown when he noticed there were no bunnies. She must have read his mind as she quickly added "I am afraid my collection is missing a bunny" to which he replied with "I’ll get you one, no worries". It took her minutes to convince him to lay down and rest, Charles was too fond of her room to listen to his body that was craving a soft bed. He finally gave in and jumped on her bed. Y/N gently pushed the blanket and lay next to him, with one hand she started playing with his hair and the other was holding a pen to finish her sudoku. Charles got closer and silently watched her fill the boxes with numbers until he fell asleep lulled by her soft hand massaging his head.

***

Crashing at her place after a night out or an official event became an unspoken ritual. He would lay next to her, watching her finish her sudoku as with the other hand she played with his hair to help him fall asleep. The following morning, he would insist on offering her breakfast or brunch or even preparing something for her at home. While Charles was away, he would call her to make up for the lost time. It was always him the one taking the initiative, but slowly Y/N became bolder and started calling him too. The first time she did that, she was coming back from her Pilates class, and she did not feel safe walking alone at night. Even if he was tired from the press and practices, he stayed on the phone until she got home and even after that the conversation did not stop.

***

How they got from there to her grinding on his hips was unknown to them. Or maybe not. That morning they had made plans to try out a new bakery that made vegan brunches, but Charles forgot, and Y/N was worried as he was not replying to her messages. She decided to go to his place, his car was parked in the usual spot, so she became even more concerned when he did not answer the door. Under a vase, she found the spare key he usually hid in case of emergency and opened the door. In her head she was painting the worst scenarios, nothing prepared her for what she was about to witness. Charles was in his bed, his air pods deep in his ears and the laptop opened on his side. His hand was moving fast under the blanket, and he was too focused to notice that someone was in the corridor. Y/N entered his room and took seconds to realise what was going on. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands turning around. "Oh my God, I am so sorry" she started babbling visibly in shock. Charles finally removed his eyes from the screen and hoped the mattress would swallow him alive. "Oh fuck" he said removing the air pods "The brunch, I forgot". "I did not see anything," she said, her face still towards the door and her eyes closed. Her heart was beating so fast that she could not tell if it was due to the embarrassment or because that scene actually turned her on. Charles recovered faster from his embarrassment, he was definitely more scared than uncomfortable. In the end, it was partially her fault if he found himself in the position to jerk off to some video online instead of meeting with a girl. He had spent the last Saturdays at her place cuddling in her bed, and he was missing some action. "It’s okay, Bunny. Some worse people could have walked in on me" he joked "You gave me such a scare, who knew you could move around like a ninja?" Y/N was not that amused and he could see the back of her ears bright red. "You can turn around now," he said as she hadn’t moved. She did as he said and her cheeks turned even redder. He was standing next to his bed with a pair of boxers and was putting on a white t-shirt. Her eyes quickly scanned his body from the strong arms to the abs to the bulge that was hiding behind his Tommy Hilfiger underwear. "See something you like?" he teased her. She looked down immediately and he tried hard to hide his smirk. He loved knowing he had such an effect on her. "Maybe I can wait downstairs and let you... You know, finish. I feel bad that I have interrupted you" she stuttered, her eyes still not able to look up. Charles chuckled "That’s okay, Bunny. I don’t like the old way that much. It was a backup plan as these past weeks have been a bit lonely". "Is there anything I can do to help?" None of them knew what those words meant exactly and they could not even recall how he ended up sitting on his couch, right in front of the mirror, with her grinding on him. Charles kept switching his eyes from the girl on top of him to the mirror to see the reflection of her body moving and simulating a sexual act. She was surely a vision with her head pulled back, eyes closed, and lips parted. He was almost afraid to touch her because he was terrified she might vanish, meaning it was all a dream. But her body heat and the excitement he was feeling were very much real. He was still wearing his boxer and t-shirt and she was also fully clothed apart from her pink sweater that was thrown around the room. The way she was moving made his mind go wild. Charles knew she had had boyfriends and she had most likely experienced and experimented with stuff, but there was a sense of innocence in her that drove him insane. Sure, she had popped into his mind a few times while in the shower and felt terrible afterwards as if he had disrespected her purity. Now it was probably too late to turn back, as he reached his high. A part of him was worried he might not see her the same way he did before, another side could not wait to do it again.

***

Life went on as if nothing had ever happened between those two. At least this is what it looked like from the outside, but a more attentive viewer would have noticed a certain tension, at least from Charles’ side. Being around Y/N was not the same, he became even more obsessed with her; the way she carried herself and her ethereal look made him even weaker. He could rant for hours about the tiniest most insignificant thing about her. A part of him thought he was crazy, and a doctor was needed. To make an example, one evening the group was reunited at Joris’ for dinner and the way she licked the ice cream haunted him for several nights. Every time Charles closed his eyes he kept thinking about her lips and he immediately remembered the way her mouth looked as she grinded on him. But the worst was yet to come. Another Saturday arrived, and the same ritual expected them to go to a club, but that night it seemed like nobody was really in the mood to leave Marta and Riccardo’s house, who were hosting pre-drinks. Someone suggested playing "Never Have I Ever" and even though most of them have known each other for years, there were still some alters that needed to be uncovered. "Never have I ever faked in bed" one of the girls said and immediately everyone stared at each other curious and amused to see if someone dared to drink. Turning into every shade of red, an intoxicated Y/N took a sip of her drink causing a general hysteria as everybody started laughing and yelling. Charles was too stunned to speak and noticed how she avoided his eyes. He imagined her ex-boyfriends were trash, but not to that point. Immediately, he thought about the time she helped him out and he did not feel much better than her previous partner. He should have taken care of her, or at least asked if there was something he could do. Instead, he behaved like most of the male population and cared only about his well-being. As their secret agreement wanted them to, they ended up at her place. She sobered up after a few glasses of water and some biscuits, while he felt still dizzy.

"Aren’t you curious to know what you are missing out on?" he asked out of nowhere when her back was turned. Probably he wouldn’t have asked that question if she was facing him, it would have been too much for her but he was dying to know the answer. Y/N shrugged as she turned around and immediately understood where he was coming from "I can get off by myself". Charles nodded as he took a bite of biscuit. "Sometimes I even thought about you while I was at it". He almost choked "Are you serious?". Charles finally looked at her and her amused expression made him less tense. "No, but now I know you would have liked it". He chuckled softly "I have never hidden my soft spot for you". All her boldness suddenly vanished as she blushed. "Now I know you don’t mind the attention" he continued "Shall we go to your room?" Y/N wrinkled her nose "It’s better if we don’t" The boy squinted "Why’s that?" She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, swinging slightly. She thought about it as if she was planning which words to use and how much to express. "I am afraid of what can happen. After that morning it’s difficult for me to see you with the same eyes". Charles felt an electric discharge running up and down his spine. It was impossible to hide the sexual tension between the two of them, but he had to play his cards right not to scare her. "Maybe that’s a good sign, Bunny" he stood up, crossed the kitchen island and stood in front of her, his figure towering over her. "We are friends" she tried to reason. He lifted her face with two fingers "Deep down we both know we have never been". The kiss that followed could only be described as unreal. Her lips were as soft as he imagined them, and he simply could not get enough of her taste. His hands run through her hair and her young neck trying to keep her as close as possible. Once he bit her lower lip, Y/N let out a soft moan that urged him to provoke that sound over and over again. She was almost out of breath. When Charles parted from her, she still had her eyes closed and looked disappointed that he had broken that contact. He cheered at the thought he was addicted to her. "Thanks," she said blushing. Charles chuckled as he caressed her cheeks "Are you going to say ‘thank you’ every time we kiss?". She tried to avoid his sight, clearly embarrassed. "It’s hard to think straight when you are around" she confessed as she hid her face in his chest. Charles enveloped her in his arms and smiled fondly "You make me feel just as dizzy, Bunny". "Can we kiss again?"

One kiss turned into two and all of a sudden the back of the legs hit the bed. The contact with the wooden surface made her come back from a state of trance. "I forgot to show you something" she explained to Charles who looked confused at her. She took him by the hand to the wall covered in pictures and pointed at a specific image. "You made it to the ‘wall of fame’" she joked and then took a few seconds to study his reaction. Charles looked at the picture and after a few seconds smiled fondly. It was taken a couple of weeks before probably by Joris. They were celebrating baby Chiara’s first birthday and, while everyone was looking at the photographer, Charles’ eyes were on her in pure adoration. She switched her gaze from him to the picture and realized she had never felt that adored before and because of that, she felt the need to kiss him again and show him that she too was fond of him. He made sure to kiss every angle of her face before she lay on her bed and unbuttoned her blouse showing a pink lacy bra. Soon he caressed her soft skin with his lips until he reached the border of her skirt.

"Has anyone ever?" Charles looked at her and, from that position, she had a hard time keeping her composure as a new excitement was taking control of her body. "I have never trusted anyone" she confessed. Something in his chest exploded: it was a mix of excitement and pride knowing she would have let him take her out of her comfort zone. "Do you trust me?" he anxiously waited for a reply as he played with the end of her skirt. She timidly nodded and squirmed in anticipation. Charles tried to hide a proud smirk and focused on her skin, starting from one inner thigh to the other. He moved slowly to enjoy every moment of it and to give her the time to prepare herself, but the lack of noise made him look up from the skirt. "Don’t forget to breathe, Bunny" to which she simply nodded "I need to hear you" he continued. "‘s okay" she murmured and that was enough for him to go back to his job, finally reaching her most aching part. As his tongue worked on her, the room finally was filled with soft moans and groans, just like he imagined her to sound. They both became more confident and he placed her legs on his shoulders and her hand reached his hair, pulling it slightly to which he also replied with a moan. It did not take long for her to reach her high finally and she was surprised by a strong wave of pleasure, way more intense than what she was used to. He rolled over to lay next to her and both tried to catch their breaths. Charles turned his face to look at Y/N who had her eyes still closed and one hand on her chest to control her breathing.

"Well?" he broke the silence. He knew his skill and he was sure about his job. Even with the girls before her, he always made sure his partner was happy. This time, however, he felt like he needed some kind of reassurance. "I think a simple ‘thank you’ is not enough this time," she chuckled and finally her eyes met his. Charles caressed her cheek and removed a strand of hair from her pretty face. "Maybe you can do something more". Y/N smiled at him and kissed his lips softly. His skin almost burnt at that contact. She climbed on top of him just like she did the morning of the brunch and gave him a soft smile. "Let’s see what I can do". Clothes were scattered on the floor and his mouth only left her body to murmur some praise along the lines of "so pretty", "all mine" and "I need to feel all of you". Her head was spinning and felt drunk again as she was hit by a new exciting feeling. "I did lie before" she stuttered "I often thought of you while I was by myself". He stopped in track to see if this time she was serious or not and the reaction he got from her made him weak. "Jesus, Bunny, you’ll be the death of me," he said before placing her down on her bed "Will you let me take care of you? Just like you always did with me?". Y/N nodded, too dizzy to come up with a coherent thought. The confession she just made took out the last bits of good sense in her and she was now fully exposed to him. Charles had had many girls. Not too many to make him look like a fuckboy, but he certainly had his fun. He had been with models, pretty girls, girlfriends (of his and someone else’s), lovers and strangers. None of them made him feel like Y/N did. There was something about the way her body responded to him and how she melted under his touch that made him want to push her over the limits over and over again. He learnt the spot to kiss to make her eyes roll in pleasure, the way to flick his tongue that made her back arch and the movements that almost brought tears of pleasure. He could not get enough of her, and Y/N never complained.

He fell for her because she always looked after him, but taking care of her was even better.

This is awesome

Htf but scenecore (idk what to name this au help me-)

Also Sniffles is glitchcore, and he can glitch into his evil self :"]

Nigg fukkkerr

Toppa sattta

U good? 😰😰😰

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

CALLOUT POST FOR FUCKING EURIPIDES

so should i turn this tumblr into a fan acc for more fanfics ??? or-

I Love You To The Moon And Back

Mark would say he isn’t loud, but that’s a lie in Jackson’s world and he knows it. Mark is quiet to everyone until Jackson comes in the room and then he brightens up and becomes apart of the interview or group. He would laugh and jump around like nothing had changed, but JB noticed and so did Jinyoung.

  “Mark! You know, we’ve noticed Jackson seems to bring you back from the dead.” Is what they always say and Mark just shrugs his shoulders and answers with the same old ‘he’s my bestfriend’ line, but he wasn’t just his bestfriend. Jackson was Mark’s entire world. He would jump over a volcano for the other and still be able to know he’d love him. Mark may not always get attention from Jackson, but when he does it’s always so full of love and admiration.

  Just like right now as he’s changing. Jackson has been staring at him while he changed and out of his pajamas this entire time. Mark just tried to ignore it, but smiled when Jackson wrapped his arms around the elder’s waist and kissed up his milky white neck. “Markie, you know you drive me crazy and you’re being such a tease, dragging those nimble fingers over your own body thinking I wouldn’t notice.” The younger’s deep voice filled Mark’s ears as the elder blonde leaned into the strong chest behind him. “Oh yeah and what’re you gonna do about it?” His own thick and heavy voice sounded out into the air around them.

  In a flash of light he was under Jackson, their lips meeting in a hot wet kiss that had Mark panting already. Jackson trailed his hands down Mark’s bare abdomen, lightly scratching at the pale skin. “So beautiful and yet you’re so strong.” He mumbled as he kissed up Mark’s chest only to trail kisses back down, stopping at his navel. Mark tangled his fingers in his hair and bit his lip. “Show me how beautiful I am Jacks…” He whispered and that was all Jackson needed before he stripped down and got the lube from the drawer.

  Jackson took his dear sweet time in opening Mark up, stretching him in ways that had Mark begging for more and writhing. Jackson then slathered his cock in in the wet slick substance before crawling over Mark and into position. “Ready baby?” He whispered between them, afraid anything above that would ruin the feelings swirling in the air around them. “Yes Jackson please…” Mark was breathlessly and lost what little bit of air in his lungs he had managed to receive when Jackson slowly pushed in.

 Mark enjoyed his time spent with Jackson, whether it was rough hardcore sex, cuddling on the couch, or even messing with the others, but this was something else entirely different. He was gasping for air with every thrust the younger made and the tiny grunts of pleasure in his ear making his cheeks burn. He raked his nails down Jackson’s back, arching against him with every slick move of their sweat covered bodies. They were skin to skin and oh so close that Mark was swimming in nothing but Jackson. He was completely out of the world and he never wanted to come back.

  Jackson had hit one spot and he arched higher than he had before, gasping loudly and biting his lip. The pleasure was sky rocketing and he could tell without even looking that Jackson was smiling. He could feel Jackson’s hands soothing his muscles as he came down from the arch before he began thrusting again. He could hear the sweet whispers of love from the younger blonde and he could definitely feel the flames of their passion.

  With one final thrust, it was pure bliss. Nothing but white for the both of them as whispers of each others names flowed past their lips into the air that was practically dripping with the unspoken and undeniable love between the two. This is how Mark liked it. The panting and smiles and sweet delicate kisses.

  “I love you to the moon and back.” Was the last thing Mark heard from those pretty pink lips of his boyfriend before sleep sucked him in and took him away into a foretelling dream of such a beautiful future.

You know what? I'm just gonna do this out of pure boredom.

Hiya, I'm rainyskys but I'm also known as Tatiana. I don't care what pronouns you call whether it's she, he, or them but just don't use any names or pronouns that might make me uncomfortable. I'm fine with nicknames like hun, sweetheart, Darling but for the love of god please do not call me mommy or anything like that, just no. Same thing with pronouns, just don't.

Some info about me, I'm person who's willing to try new things like listening to new genre of music or activities or i can just be an open ear for anyone to listen or talk to. but i can't always be an open ear because i have a life of my own but i am willing to speak to anyone, just be chill and all really. Irl i am a completely different person than i am with the internet which I'm sure lots of you can relate- i am a quiet and shy person irl but online with friend's I can be really talkative. Having to chat with others through voice can be difficult for me to handle because people can be scary- but I'm lonely so i want to be able to make friends. Texting is no big deal but i still have difficulties because people but it isn't that bad unless i make a typo then yeah, I'm going wild.

Some hobbies I do. I love to sing during my free time which is a lot or I sing to friends and give them free concerts but it's rarely I ever get to do that for them. Singing is one of the only talents that I have currently. Back then when I was younger I used to play violin but it's been years so I'm Rusty at it. besides that, singing is how I help manage my emotions and cope. I don't know how to say it but.. let's say, whenever I feel down and I have nobody to talk to I sing. I put my emotions into my voice which really helps a lot because I'm somewhat distracting it? But also I'm able to sing it in a way how I feel like let's say mad or happy. I really do not how to explain it I just hope you can understand it.

Writing. Y'know when you're just laying down in bed and you're just making up fake scenarios in your head? Yeah, that's what i do but i write it down. Writing is one of my favorite things to do because it's just fun to make up and think about things like a crazy criminal story or rivalry. I have wrote down some story's just for fun and oc's i made based off of me or i just make. I'm willing to listen to anybodys story's or oc's and just listen. It's not that i want to steal ideas to reassure you but it's hard to find people who'd do this kind of thing with you. I currently have only two friends who do this with me. The reason why there isn't much is because people just don't understand us or because they aren't really interested. In other words it's just fun to do and talk about.

Last but not least, some facts about me? Idk.

I used to have difficulties going to sleep so how i fixed that was i used to listen to alot of lo-fi. The reasoning why was because it's music smooths me to sleep like a lullaby so i guess why that was because at that time i was going through stuff and alot of people especially my friends say that i am a baby (in a good way) or a literal pure child.

This sounds bad but i am a really picky eater so i haven't tasted alot of food that you guys might know like Chinese food or Mexican food but I'm really trying my best to taste new food. Its icky and it sucks because theres alot of foods i see and think "they seem tasty" when in reality i (most of the time) know that i might not even like it or won't even try at all. It sucks but I'm trying and I'm kinda glad because i get to figure out what kind of food i like and don't. If you got any questions or recommendations please feel free to ask me, I'm willing to try new kind of foods.

Rock music. I dunno if its just me but Whenever i listen to rock, a part of my body like my hand or legs start shaking. Its not a bad thing but it's a good thing because the music hypes me up so much that a part of me starts shaking with excitement or i just start shaking without any reasons.

I'm pretty sure some people do this but i love to hug or cuddle something when going to sleep. It's just so comforting even when you're that much of a lonely person. Usually i cross both my arms and legs to sleep but that's when I'm in a car or somewhere else than my bed. I dunno but it just helps me sleep when I'm without a hed. Cuddling or hugging something either makes me sad or happy or both because one, lmao lonely, two i just like being held in a embrace so it makes me happy and three, lmao why not both?

It's currently 12:19 AM and I'm kinda tired. It was fun making this because I'm hoping to meet new people and even make some friends and if that doesn't happen oh well, I don't mind. What I'm thinking is since this account is friend-free of all my other friends I could just post whatever I want. I don't know why I don't post things with my friends following me but I'm planning to use this account to just post random things mainly my thoughts late at night. Kinda like a Journal. Whelp I'm drained.

Before i log off i just wanna say goodnight to you people and sweet dreams. good morning to you people i hope you had good sleep. Good afternoon to you people i hope your day goes well. Most importantly make sure to eat food, not junk food. Drink plenty of water to stay hydrated and love yourselfs. You need it.

I have wanted to draw fakemon for sometime and finally made them... What do you all think :33

Floroma -- Grass Type (perhaps fairy, idk yet)

Floroma is known for their majestic petals, not only due to its beauty, but also its calming aroma.

Some professors beleive Floroma to have evolved from Aurorus, while others insist its closeness to Meganium.

Puffpup -- Fire Type (maybe ground or normal too)

Many find Puffpup to be nuisances, as their tail constantly spews smoke. Professors advice against catching Puffpup as they are known for running away from trainers.

Do you think you can make character ai for the dad mk au?

Eh, I hadn't considered that.

managed to finish this negative space assignment literally the night before it was due. I'd like to say I won't procrastinate again but I'm not gonna lie to myself like that

Wicca and witchcraft are not the same thing btw

oh i didnt know, the only thing i know about either is from my friends so