TheEmoReader

I belong to a lot of fandoms - 20 - she/her - For those who live their nightmares, so others may have their dreams. 🎶

[milkyhoneybee]

Okay but have you considered that I am so, so, so, so, so gropeable? That my tits are literally made for groping?

Maybe you should think really hard about that before you decide what to do next.

[xxredbull-peachxx]

need to be woken up by you cuddle fucking me, both of us on our sides as you grip my hips firmly and pound deep into me over n over till i’m so fucked out and dumb i just go back to sleep, you just push me over and fuck me rougher and harder, drilling my sleeping body into the mattress

[kisseism]

ideal goal is a husband who’s so disgustingly perverted and obsessed with me and fucks me like it’s his life depends on it

[the-emo-reader]

"Flicker of Light"

She felt it. A tug, a shadow, a weight,

Lurking on the edges of her smile.

The warmth of the day,

A glimmer of hope,

But inside, a storm was brewing,

A storm that always felt so familiar.

Her fingers trembled,

The message blinked on the screen,

A conversation, an escape, a lifeline,

But somewhere, in the hush of the words,

She wandered too far,

Lost in the quiet need for something more.

It started with a flicker.

A compliment, soft and fleeting,

Then more,

Like an ember catching on the wind.

Her heart raced,

Trying to outrun the ache.

In the moment,

The burn felt good,

A spark that made her feel seen,

Made her forget the ache in her chest,

The storm that was always just beneath.

But soon the flames grew too bright,

Too hot, too heavy,

Leaving ash and cold where warmth had been.

The hollow whispers of regret crept in,

Like the way dusk feels when it slips into night,

Quiet and inevitable.

She curled inward,

The weight she thought she’d outrun

Now pressing deeper than before.

She wondered if it would have been kinder

To let the storm come,

To let it pass

Like it always does.

Instead of fighting it with fractured pieces,

Trying to patch a heart that wasn’t yet ready.

In the end,

The storm still came,

But now, it had a darker taste,

A longer echo.

And she wished she had just let it arrive,

Unspoken, unguarded,

Instead of chasing fleeting warmth

That only left her colder in the end.

Authors note

This poem is about a girl who experiences depressive episodes. She feels that unexplainable dread creeping up and knows that one is inevitably coming up and tries desperately to stop it, in her desperate need to stop the ‘storm’ she ends up texting a guy. One thing leads to another and she ends up sending nudes. It feels great at first, exhilarating even. The compliments, the attention, the need to be desired when she can’t desire anything herself. But it spirals out, she takes it too far, posting a nude. The fire that once gave warmth was now nothing but ash, leaving her feeling colder than before. In the end she regrets her desperate escape to feel something. Anything. Would it have been kinder to just let the storm pass? Because in the end, her desperation was for nothing and she was left feeling worse than she did before.

Could you guys tell what the poem was about or was I too subtle?? I think you could also interpret this as someone taking drugs or alcohol since I think it leaves a similar feeling… these are just my thoughts!

[longmoose03]

Catch and release program for sluts that you chase through the woods at dusk when it’s cold enough to see your breath. Every time I catch you, I’m ripping a piece of your clothing off and letting you go again. When I catch you and there’s no clothing left on you, I’ll rip your dignity from your writhing, soaking, begging, arching body, and growl into your ear that victims aren’t supposed to cum.

[snowwhitewithanxiety]

I think a lot about the fact that Lucien shouted out the location of the Wyrm to Feyre, thus saving her life.

Like it's such a quick moment that quickly gets buried in all the other stuff that's going on in that scene but like:

Lucien knew how dangerous that kind of public display against Amarantha was.

Amarantha already had it out for him and had already shown she would not hesitate to torture and kill him if she thinks it'll help her.

The fae clearly understood that helping Feyre at all, especially publicly, was off the table.

And yet Lucien-who we know already has stood up publicly to Amarantha and paid a hefty price for it-did not hesitate. By shouting the location of the Wyrm to Feyre he was doing more than just saving her. He was also PUBLICALY defying Amarantha. He was giving Prythian a chance to defeat her, through Feyre.

Like so much is put on how Rhysand got a ton of money off of Feyre's victory in this scene because he was the only one to "bet on Feyre". But Lucien did too in this scene, just not with money.

And I think about how he KNEW Amarantha wouldn't let his indiscretion slide. Knew the moment he shouted he was most likely a dead man walking. That AT BEST he was in for more torture. At worst he would die for Feyre and for Tamlin.

And he did it anyway.

Like I could write a 20 page essay on Lucien's actions towards Feyre UTM and how he was, without a doubt, the bravest of those who were trying to help her. But this scene.....this scene really illustrates it for me.

[marclimmac]

Lucien "I'd rather lose an eye than miss an opportunity to offend" Vanserra

🛐🛐🛐

[druxybrat]

sucking someone off while they're busy at work sigh.. their cock filling up my mouth and throat as they try to stay focused on their work. every now and then they'll push my head down, making me gag all over their cock cause they're so fucking close <3

[thessazris]

On this, the second part of my contribution to the @acotargiftexchange, I present to you dear @sizzlingstarlightsky a moodboard of your gift which I can now tell you is called (drumroll please....)

Our Lips Must Always Be Sealed 🦇💙🔥

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

Eris Core

Born In Blood and Darkness

@werehorsebite The fire star of the show. The Heir of Autumn. The political mastermind that is Eris Vanserra. Born with fire in his veins and an urge for sweet blood, Eris is a master at keeping his deepest secrets close to his chest. And if you ever figure them out, did you? Or did he let you?

@acotargiftexchange meet the cast

[the-emo-reader]

I Just Want My Voice Back

I WROTE A POEM ABOUT HOW I LOST MY VOICE. I know I'm being dramatic but I generally had a mental breakdown and wrote this while crying and wanting to scream. I love singing it's literally my favourite hobby and I find so much comfort in singing. IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS GODDAMNIT!!! Anyway I hope you enjoy my frustrations and my mental breakdown through poem🥰🥰

It isn’t funny anymore. my mind is cracking like thin ice, splintering beneath every silent gasp. I only ever wanted to sing, to let sound carry the weight my heart could never hold alone.

But now my throat is a bruised battlefield, every word shattering, every breath threatening to burst my chest into a thousand pieces I can’t gather no matter how tightly I reach.

A part of me feels ripped clean from the bone, torched to ash before I even knew what I was losing. And here I am, kneeling in the wreckage, scooping handfuls of soot trying to rebuild something that won’t return.

Is this what Ursula felt? that desperate, hungry ache for a voice that once held the shape of her world? Because without mine, without the music that once held me steady, I feel hollowed out, unrecognizable, a stranger inside my own skin.

Three weeks of this silence, three weeks of hurting, three weeks of wanting nothing more than the sound of myself alive again.

I JUST WANT MY VOICE BACK! the one thing that never failed me, the one thing that made me feel whole. I want it back so badly it burns.

[erin-bo-berin]

On today’s episode of like big brother like little brother

[the-emo-reader]

Cracks in the Wallpaper

By me

TW hints of abuse, su!cide and se!f h@rm

There’s a girl in a house where the walls never rest, where footsteps mean thunder, and love fails the test. Her mother’s voice cuts sharper than glass, and the echoes don’t fade, they just seem to amass.

The dinner plates whisper of promises cracked, her father’s tired eyes show the life that they lacked. Two rings on a counter, gathering dust, while the air smells of silence and rust.

She hides in her room where the light can’t quite reach, counting the scars she can’t seem to bleach. Each line is a story she never could tell, a way to feel something inside of her shell.

The mirror reflects what she tries to erase, a stranger’s eyes in a familiar face. Hope flickers faintly, a match in the rain, but even a spark can remember the pain.

If you listen at night, through the cracks in her wall, you might hear her breathing, fragile, small. A heartbeat that whispers, “Please, not yet,” for somewhere inside, she’s not ready to forget.

And one quiet morning, the echoes are still, no shouting, no thunder, no sharp words to kill. Only silence remains where her shadow once lay, and the world keeps on turning, unaware she slipped away.

Author’s Note

“Cracks in the Wallpaper” is a poem about a young girl who grows up surrounded by pain she doesn’t know how to escape. it’s a story about what happens when silence replaces understanding, and when cries for help go unheard.

The poem’s ending isn’t meant to glorify her loss, but to remind us of the quiet signs of suffering that too often go unnoticed. Many people who struggle with self‑harm or suicidal thoughts don’t want to die, they just want the pain to stop, or for someone to see them.

If you are struggling, you’re not alone and help is always available.

[sillyshadoows]

okay but Lucien was unreasonably sexy in ACOWAR

HE IS SO STRONG?!??!!!!!

hot.

*giggling and kicking my feet*

The hottest thing in all of the books?!! Like are you kidding THAT’S SO SEXY!!!!!!

Sarah is truly setting him up to be the best male in the whole series.

[thegoddessofnothingness]

Me after the slightest inconvenience in life:

[pxrallax]

stars_and_beyond_

[bloodstainedgauntlet]

whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok