#(hello darling

[pixel8tedfaygo]

thisnis SO UGLYY I HATE THIS but whatever ok here is your slop

[mother-roo]

"so if you're a friend of dad's would you be like an aunt?"

@fluffy-morningstar-prince

Zootopia Damian is hazbinfied ))

Hiii))

Friend? Well that is certainly one way to put it sweetheart. We have...history. Long overdue history but why not? You can call me Auntie Roo.

[softlylying]

Leaving isn’t the hard part. Admitting you should have left sooner is. The constant mental bargaining. The excuses. The way you keep blaming timing when the truth is you’re scared of what comes after.

Do I burn it down so we can finally hate each other and be free? Or do I leave clean so you can rewrite the story and survive it? Either way, I know my role. I’m the villain. The woman who walked away. The one who “abandoned” you. The rumors are already drafted — who she ran to, who replaced him. As if I’ve ever needed male attention to stand upright.

You promised you’d never leave. Because everyone always does. Congratulations — you kept the promise. And punished me for it. You stayed and poisoned the air. Made my body tense in my own home. Turned breathing into work. Creation into exhaustion. Love into obligation.

I warned you. From the beginning. I’m not ready for this. I will hurt you. You thought I was exaggerating. You thought love would tame it. Every time I left, every time I went to Banff, I thought you’d finally choose yourself and walk away. Instead, you stayed — and turned it into leverage. Years of it. Replayed. Reframed. Reloaded. A greatest-hits album of guilt.

When my grandma died, you didn’t hold me — you positioned yourself. You saw the fracture and moved in. You knew grief would shrink me, soften my edges, make me need. And you used it. My world collapsed and you called it timing. A few weeks later — July. Time-stamped. A week after that, you were “home.” Like nothing cracked. Like I didn’t.

I’ve said it plainly. I’m not happy. I want out. And you laugh. You dismiss. You turn my honesty into a punchline. Because the idea of another man treating me well wounds you more than watching me decay beside you. You’ve admitted it. I’m a good woman. And you’d hate for someone to love me properly.

So here I am. Sitting next to you. Watching a movie. Silent. Compliant. Knowing the most violent thing I’ve done isn’t leaving — it’s staying.

This isn’t confusion. It’s clarity I’ve been postponing. I warned you. I stayed. I tried. And none of that saved me. Love doesn’t sound like dismissal. It doesn’t feel like suffocation. It doesn’t ask me to disappear so someone else can feel secure. I’m not leaving because I failed — I’m leaving because I finally stopped betraying myself. You can keep the story where I’m the villain if it helps you sleep. I’m done surviving in a place that slowly taught me how to disappear.

... 🫩

[awake1and-unafraid]

i would make a great vampire spawn btw 👀👀👀👀

bites you bites you bites you

[lemonina00]

Haven't posted anything BG3 in ages! And my current hyperfixation is still DAtV💯! But I was on a roll tonight😅. This cute vampire goes out to my dear @xcarrieawayx 🦇❤️

[loulouhattie]

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[sicklyseraphnsuch]

al Ghuls physically incapable of not serving CUNT

[in-the-midnight-hours]

"It's funny", she whispered huddled in a ball with her knees in her chest. He looked at her pitifully. He had never seen this creature act this way.

"What is wrong with you?" He tried to hold his tone in disgust, but deep down, he was concerned with the hollow in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders.

"Love." She said, not even bearing him a glance upward. "I spent so much time desiring to learn of it, understand it for others... I never dared feel it for myself. I never allowed anyone close enough to even so much as hear my heartbeat yet... this thing doesn't even belong to me anymore." She clutched her chest, tears brimming at her eyelids.