"A kiss is the beginning of cannibilism."
i believe that cannibilism is a symbol of the deepest and truest love.

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@erinzoey
"A kiss is the beginning of cannibilism."
i believe that cannibilism is a symbol of the deepest and truest love.
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
i need to be a little spoon as i fall asleep real bad actually
I’m in urgent need of someone to play with my hair
I love talking to my invisible crowd.
i need to make out and cuddle with someone so bad it's bordering on pathetic now
sucker for visual novel men
me too, me too...
My favorite Ao3 tag<3
Fanfic idea!
This will probs be an /reader fanfic on Ao3, but I have the base idea for it.
Basically, the reader is adopted by the Tokoyami family and becomes Fumiage's adopted cousin (sorry if I spelled that wrong). She is around the same age, give or take a few months, and is constantly trying to find her real parents.
I've named her quirk ice wings. She forms ice shards from the pores on her back and can fly, but she can also shoot them. Unfortunately, she only learns that later in the story during training, and they can only go in one direction. She can also solidify the shards into one big ice wing that will pop off her back, and she can use it as a shield or weapon by throwing it at opponents.
She would be undeniably fast, having worked on her speed for most of her life, and has ice breath. Her drawback is that she doesn't work well in the heat, so she can only work for so long before her body overheats and her wings start melting.
Her parents are discovered to be Hawks (he'll be aged up) and Tosha, my original character, who is Toya's twin sister and has an ice quirk, much like the reader's, minus the wings and the fact that, much like Toya, her body wasn't built for her quirk.
I don't know who the romantic interest should be, and don't really know if I want the reader to have a romantic interest in anyone, but if ya'll want her to, then please leave suggestions!
Would this be readable?
Random memory
Like a year ago, I got SUPER into Harry Potter to the point that i watched it all day, every day for about two months straight, and ended up developing a British accent that would come and go as it pleased. I remember one time I was talking to my sister, and it like appeared and wouldn't go away for like two whole days. Now, I watch Harry Potter less, but still watch a whole lot of movies that have characters with British accents and will accidentally cuss with the accent. It mostly comes out with the term 'fuck you,' though
Creepypasta band AU
Lead singer-Jeff
Bassist-Toby
Drummer-EJ
Manager-Clockwork
Social networker-BEN
Makeup artist-Candypop
Costume designer-nina
Songwriter-Jane
Security-Liu, Brian, Tim
(This is just how I see everyone)
Demi-Girl? Gender-fluid? Trans?
The past few months, I've been questioning whether I'm any of the three above, and it's so confusing because sometimes I feel like I want to be a boy, so I'll work out, I'll wear my makeshift binder, and even though I know it isn't healthy, I'll go to sleep in it, ot bind with tape just to be flatter. But then sometimes I feel the need to sexualize myself in order to feel validation that I am a girl, and while I've never talked about this to anyone, I feel like I'm just used to being a girl; I'm used to seeing my female body, but it doesn't make me any more comfortable. Yet when I think of myself as male, it feels strange and new but not necessarily in a bad way. Another thing is I don't feel comfortable when I'm not wearing a bra or binder to cover my bits, even though I'm always wearing a shirt; even when I sleep, I have to sleep with a bra or binder on in order to feel safe, or I just feel naked. And I don't like the feeling of being naked, even when I'm alone. It feels too exposed. But it feels as though if I came out as trans, I'd regret it. Try to change my mind or something, and it scares me that others will get frustrated with feeling the need to keep up my pronouns. Erin out.
me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines
"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"
""Cause it's on again, off again love me like oxygen; I don't know what to say or do. On again, off again love you like oxygen; you don't know what I'd do for you."-Habits-Genevieve Stokes
Letters Without a Sender
How could I ever believe you'd fallen for me when I knew you hadn't?
Yet I got attached when I said I wouldn't.
I'd already had our future planned,
Our vows, dresses, wedding bands.
But history hates couples who share a gender,
Those whose letters don't have a sender.
Our hearts clearly weren't supposed to be aligned,
Yet I still so foolishly called you mine.
At first, I had no idea how I lived before you,
But now I am forced to go back to what I know is true.
You gave me hope, life, feeling,
Now all I do is lie in bed, staring at the ceiling.
You blinded me with love,
Making me think I spotted a dove.
Now, I think you're so great,
I could stare at you for hours knowing it's me I hate.
'Cause I could never bring myself to dislike thy,
Only ever question why.
Why wasn't I good enough?
Did you want someone from up above?
If so, I could change just to fit your type,
Finally, be someone you truly like.
Every writer has that one spot where ideas seem to find them
A cozy corner, a desk, a coffee shop, or maybe just the couch with a blanket and too many tabs open
Where do you do your best writing?
I feel this.