#abel!

[axvwriter]

Hey there! Do you remember Abel (aka namesaredumb, aka Cole)? It's me. I missed the good parts of this app, so I decided to give it another go.

How have you been?

Yes I remember you! Quick note, check your settings -> visibilty and turn on that Tumblr shouldn’t use your stuff to train AI. Unless you want to post nonsense to mess with ai but supposedly reblogs can give permission? That doesn’t sound right, but there feels like barely any proper regulation for these ai bots that I wouldn’t be surprised if somehow reblogs gave permission regardless of the original posters settings.

I’ve actually been low on energy but that’s related to personal living situation. I have a meeting with my psychiatrist in a week so hopefully I can address some of that.

Oh I had meant to suggest leaving your blog inactive as I’ve deleted my account before and when I came back Tumblr made me use a different email. That was several years ago so I hope they’ve changed that as it doesn’t make sense to me that it would work that way. Did they make you use a different email when creating your new account?

How about you? Things going alright for ya?

[bowandcurtsey]

nacht faust x bokuto reader.....

i started reading this and the other reader headcannons gravely and only remembered one thing..........

IN ANOTHER LIFE........."I WANNA BE YOUR GIRL"

imagine the other bulls reading this and going into ✨️chaos✨️ mode because they think the reader is actually seriously ill while

nacht and the reader are like : ......?"

Speaking of which, is there a strawberry poke there?

Abelllllll hello! *hugs*

Wait what? Hold up. Nacht and Bokuto is kinda similar to Akaashi x Bokuto

Or Yami x Nacht , no? 😂

What’s the fic you’re reading! It feels oddly familiar, like I’ve seen it somewhere before

WHATS WITH IN ANOTHER LIFE ?? Sounds kinda like an angst content hahaha

STRAWBERRY POKE WHERE! 🍓🍓

Abelll you’re sending me in chaos early in the morning 😂

[renkholin-blog]

Nothing. I feel nothing.

@chaosblessed

“I feel nothing.”

Some said there was power in repeating a phrase over and over again. Like, somehow, the more it passed parted lips, the more the brain and the heart would begin to believe it as truth. Somehow forgetting the lie the words contained in favor of the false hope it supposedly held instead.

“I. Feel. Nothing.”

Renarin found the opposite to be true. 

It didn’t work out the way he planned. As a matter of fact, the more he said it, the more he felt his knees quaking.

“I....” He swallowed.

Each word uttered acted as a dagger, penetrating the shell of his composure until it melted away. Leaving only the primal pain to reflect on the outside. 

“Feel....” Some were accustomed to tossing up the metaphorical wall back into place, something like a flimsy screen not missing long enough for an invasion of the privacy they so valiantly fought to keep withheld. Even if the ‘privacy’ of self he defended was his lack of true bravery.

“Sick.” He sank to his knees, abandoning his defensive position, hand pressed to the ground to seek some manner of stability in a world gone topsy turvy.