#vibrantvenus

[mawbwehownets]

It is once again catboy masky and i's birthday, hap birth to The Boy hap birth to The Me

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

[saipng]

WAIT WHO IS YOUR PFP TVIS WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS GARRY FROM IB

FJDHDKDHDKDHDKDB ITS THIS PIC OF NICHOLAS BRAUN (aka cousin greg) THAT I EDITED WITH A FLOWER CROWN

IM SO SORRY YOU THOUGHT I WAS A BETTER MAN THAN I REALLY AM

[slasherscream]

AHHHHH ok ok ok Patricia request here she's brushing readers hair and theyre talking and its kind of scary but like in the hot fun ms patricia way?

A/N: thank you for giving me exactly what i needed- 

ever since ‘the horde’ discovered your scars (physical, emotional, or both) it had been decided you were too pure to be a sacrifice.

great, right? not quite. now they didn’t quite know what to do with you. you couldn’t simply be let go either. you knew far too much for that. had seen far too much. 

you’d been stuck in a limbo for days now, rarely seeing any of the personalities when you weren’t being brought meals. 

it was funny how you were beginning to miss them all. some more than others. particularly you were missing patricia who you’d become close to in the time you’d been taken. or, at least, as close as one could become to their kidnapper. 

you were even beginning to harbor a secret crush on the woman though you wondered if part of that was not stockholm syndrome. 

she was gentle and sweet considering what you were doing there and what your purpose was intended to be. she could have been cruel but she wasn’t. 

patricia had been kinder to you than people you’d known your entire life, met in better circumstances. 

so, yes       there was a small part of you that was maybe a little in love with her. a lot in love with her, if you were honest with yourself.

sometimes you’d tell yourself it wasn’t just you. that her eyes lingered on you more than they needed to linger on some kidnapped girl. that she cared for you more than she was required. 

you’d been especially telling yourself that as a comfort the last few days. trying desperately to convince yourself the reason you were still alive was because she cared for you in some form. why else would it be a debate whether to kill you or allow you to live?

 you were a danger to their plans alive and a non-factor if you were dead. you were supposed to die anyway. so what the beast wouldn’t want you anymore? killing was killing and you were sure there was some personality who’d be willing to do the dirty work if not this “beast”. but you were alive. 

the day dragged on and on until finally the door opened. you only half looked up, dreading it as you were sure it was nowhere near dinner time yet and lunch had already been given to you. 

with the soft clearing of a throat your head snapped up, eyes flitting from the wall to patricia who stood in the doorway, standing prim and proper as always. 

you breathed out her name before you could stop yourself, face lighting up at her mere presence. she was much more controlled in her expressions. you couldn’t tell what she was feeling or why she’d come. you were still happy to see her. 

“hello, darling.” she said simply, before striding confidently into the room, her heels clicking lightly with every step. 

“we’ve been neglecting you i’m afraid.” she came to a stop in front of the bed where you sat. you breathed in the smell of her perfume feeling lightheaded as you craned your head back to meet her gaze. she always wore the sweetest perfumes. 

“it’s alright-” you began but she cut you off with a single gesture of her hand. you noticed now she was holding a hairbrush. 

“please don’t lie to spare my feelings. it’s absolutely unforgivable, darling. scooch over for me, would you?” when you didn’t immediately do so she tapped the brush playfully against the side of your thigh, “hop to, sweet potato.”

a smile spread across your lips and you scooted to the end of the bed where patricia slid easily behind you. 

“your hair is all tangled, poor thing.” she clucked her tongue, “i’ve neglected you terribly. i didn’t mean to we’ve just been-”

“deciding. i know.” this time you cut her off. her hands fall to your shoulders for a moment before they move away. 

“yes. deciding.” she says as she begins to run her fingers through your hair, gentle as can be. she doesn’t want to hurt you so she chooses to finger comb through your hair before taking the brush to it. she’s done this for you before. you close your eyes at the feeling of her fingertips running through your hair, massaging your scalp. it’s just new enough to be thrilling but just routine enough to be soothingly familiar. 

you feel a tug and your head is turned suddenly to the side. you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with patricia, lips so close together you swear you can feel them move against your own when she says, “i asked you what you wanted for dinner. drifting, dear?”

“just a little.” you gulp and she smiles tenderly at you. one of her fingers runs delicately along your jaw before loosening the grip on your hair, guiding your head along until you were once again facing forward. you lament the space between you two despite the fact that the warmth of her front is pushed ever so slightly against your back. 

“any particular reason?” her breath fans out along the crook of your neck and you have to keep yourself from shivering. 

you shake your head which gets you another tug and now you’re sure she’s toying with you. not maliciously though. flirting. you’re rather sure she’s flirting with you. 

briefly she puts her hand on your hip, an unnecessary touch as she tells you she’ll be right back in just a moment dearest. you watch her as she goes, relaxed, knowing she’s coming right back. 

she leaves the door open when she goes. you doubt it’s an accident. she’s too meticulous for such a thing. too smart. you’re sure it’s purposeful. a test to see what you’ll do. you cross your legs and wait obediently for her to come back. 

when she does it’s with a grin on her face. she doesn’t walk over to you she glides, like a queen about to address a loyal subject. she cups your face with two large hands. the touch is so soft and careful you melt. 

“such a good girl.” she coos, “i think i’ll keep you.”

maybe you were a little in love with patricia. so what? maybe she was a little in love with you too.

[rayshippouuchiha]

I'm so glad I dont know who palpatine is. I read thw words "balls deep" and decided i was okay not knowing more

holy shit you’re safe

run child, run far and fast and never ever change

[morgana-ren]

I dont know you shig is why am I horny why would you do this

BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO SUFFER IN THE SHIGARAKI THIRST HELLPIT, SO DO ALL OF YOU. 

I want his dry ass fingers all over my body and inside my fucking mouth and around my fucking neck. I want my knees bruised from kneeling and my eyes watering because he’s pulling my hair too hard. I want finger indents bruised on my hips and my thighs to ache. I want my mouth to taste more like his than mine at any given point. I want permanent bite mark scars on my neck and shoulders. I want rope marks on my wrists cause he does what he wants when he wants it.

See? If I have to think like this, I am making it ALL of your problem.  

[stumacherstan]

No I live in texas, so we probably have not met!! Don't worry ur okay!! I think it might be a youtuber or smth. Or maybe ive just seen one of your pics b4 and recognized you from that. My brain is made of Swiss cheese so I do not know for sure.

djdjdjfjf

THANK GOD

okay cool. you’ve probably seen my face before and just forgot. it be like that. i use to be active in posting my face sorta.

ily!

[translightyagami]

L for the ask meme??

Headcanon A:  realistic

L has a collection of small porcelain clown dolls, which he has been collection since he was ten.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

L uses his collection of small porcelain clown dolls to tell Light to get him various goods and services. “Light, can you get me that bag of sugar wafers in the kitchen?” “If someone who ISN’T a tiny yellow clown doll asks me, then maybe I’ll get them the sugar wafers.”

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

L leaves his entire small porcelain clown doll collection to Light, his most prized possessions, and Light keeps them in a separate cabinet. He doesn’t let anyone touch them; they are very delicate and could break!

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Light add a clown dolls to the small porcelain clown doll collection and names it L.

[mxwormie]

Just audibly screamed out loud bc I looked at ur selfie and wasn't expecting you to be THAT cute

HHHHHHH