#attentiondefislut

[thedragcnbrother]

Tom’s face if he ever saw Jesse, again.

My face if I ever saw Shane, again.

[thedragcnbrother]

<PRIVATE> For Shane Only @attentiondefislut - Please Read

I don’t know if you’re going to read this or not, but if you are, thank you. I didn’t know of any other way to reach you. I lost your phone number years ago when my phone finally broke and got a new phone, no one’s really on skype anymore, and your ask box/messenger is closed.

Anyway, I know it’s been years, but I’ve been thinking about how our friendship ended and our friendship, and I don’t know why, but I never saw it before now. For some reason I was only seeing it through this one lens point of view, and the truth is, I was the one that was the complete asshole. I actually really see that. I’m sorry.

You were there for me during a time when my heart was breaking apart in pieces and you made me feel wanted, cared about, and like I had a real friend. 

We created that RP with Adrian and Kheelan based off of your idea for Adrian to have an imaginary friend. That was your thing. It was all your idea. I asked you if I could be in on your idea and be that imaginary friend, and then I was the one who completely dissed you when the person who you helped me get through came back into my life, and it was me who dumped you and everything we had planned, for her and her characters. I ruined the RP and our friendship because I became blinded.

I don’t blame you at all for when you were mad at me and wanted more space after, especially once you had a girlfriend who was probably listening to your pain and told you how toxic I was being. She wouldn’t be wrong. What I did was.

I don’t think, though, that I’m really a toxic person in general. I think I was psychologically messed up in love in the wrong relationship for a very very long time, and that I made some very bad choices that really hurt people, that hurt you. And for that, I’m really sorry.

You were a really great friend and I did have feelings for you. I think that’s why it was so easy for me to be made to feel guilty for hanging out with you. I just want you to know that I’m honestly really sorry. About everything.

If you ever want to talk, again, I’d love to. I hope that either way, that you are okay and doing well.

Edit: And there’s one other thing I want to apologize for that I’ve been feeling really guilty about ever since I actually wrote it, to be honest. I’m sorry that I had Tom turn all the others into dragon hybrids. That was Tom and Jesse’s thing. It was part of their twinship brother bond to be more alike, just the two of them, and then I let everyone else in on that, and I’m really sorry. I wish I had never done that. I loved Tom and Jesse. If you ever want to rp him, again, Tom would flip the fucking shit out over having his brother back.

[chaosmancy]

[text] wtf ever. they aren't even OF me so get the fuck over it.

[text] how about you stop downloading your hookup’s dick pics on my phone wtf

[chaosmancy]

Hospitals always gave Jesse the creeps, but he was prepared to deal with that part if it meant getting the chance to check up on the one girl that’d actually managed to crack through his guarded walls and become his ‘friend.’ Or, as much of a friend as he would let anyone be. The doctors had said she was fine - that her condition was stable and she would be able to go home in the morning. It should have been a fucking cakewalk to get in, drop off the bear and the flowers that were clutched in his arms (so maybe she was more of an actual friend than he liked to admit,) and leave before the visiting hours were up. Should have been. It started off easy enough; his hand at the side of her bed as he sat in the chair provided for anyone that may have wanted to sit with her. “You’re missing one hell of a party at the bar tonight. I could have gotten you in, but you decided to stay here instead.” He cracked a smirk. “Fucking loser. I should teach you what it means to actually like… have fun.” Her eyes opened and, for a moment, the blond felt a bit lighter — almost happy to see that she was okay. However, that brief lift in spirits was crushed when he realized her breathing was off. Even with the help of the hospital equipment — something was still very wrong. He ran to the door, pulled it open and screamed down the hall for some kind of attention, to bring anyone that could help to that fucking room because there was no way he was going to trust some call bell system to grab someone that knew what they were doing. As a nurse ran to find someone else to help, Jesse moved back to the bed, hand settled against the side of her jaw and cheek. “Don’t fucking do this to me. I’m supposed to be the asshole, remember? You need to breathe. Agree with me. Call me a fucking pussy for worrying about you or something. Just… Don’t do this.” Thankfully the moment had been interrupted by medical staff. He needed to leave. He needed to clear his head… He needed to download and print out that photo from his camera (from the first time he’d seen her) so that it couldn’t ever accidentally be erased.

[bogisms-blog]

“Nope,” he let the puh sound pop against his lips, followed by a slow lick between them — a little effort toward being a bit more obscene than the answer alone would allow. “Your boyfriend kept me up all night.” ( attentiondefislut)

Bo smirked and flicked his nails together as he looked towards the young dragonling.

   "Did he now?      I suppose I should apologize,      but, no.          Cause I'm not really sorry."

[bxtgod]

"Yeah, thanks. It’s a trick I call healing… Were you like, looking to play doctor or something?”

Cue a roll of the Goblin's eyes. 

   'Yes, because I really wanted to take care of your ass      again after it gets into trouble."

( attentiondefislut)