𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒:

Reblog art guys. Seriously.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐩, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐩!! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!! 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!!!!

(this was meant for my writing blog, im just dumb)

DO NOT, AND I BEG OF YOU, DO NOT STAY SILENT. ISRAELI HAVE MASSACRED INNOCENT PALESTINIANS IN RAFAH, THEIR SAFE SPACE, THEIR CAMPS WHERE THEY WERE RESIDING. ITS A FUCKING MASSACRE. INNOCENT LIVES HAVE BEEN TAKEN, JUST LIKE THAT. MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN HAVE LOST THEIR LOVED ONES JUST LIKE THAT. AND IF YOURE STILL SILENT, SHAME ON YOU. SERIOUSLY.

You support Palestine over Israel? Ew

Yes, I do. 🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

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I saw that requests are open, so I found a quote list and had an idea!!

“I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.” With Shamura? We know Shamura is something of a prophet, so they likely have dreams of the sort. What if they dreamt of their s/o dying(something brutal and painful of course lmao), and sought them out to make sure that it was only a dream? Jsut some nice hurt/comfort, if you will!

Thank you so much, and have a great day/night! :)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲(?), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 "𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭" 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

The bishops eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The book they read slowly slipped from their slim phalanges and onto their lap. Their head rested back against their seat, comfortably laying against the soft velvet material of the cushion. The warm comfort of their library slowly faded from their mind, an image of you replacing it.

They smiled, a slightly toothy one at that. They happily walked toward you, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist and pulling you close. Soft kisses were peppered atop your head as they held you tight. Their grip was suddenly loosened, and they looked up in response.

Upon looking up, they saw their brother, standing directly above your gruesomely-torn-apart body. Your own blood spilled from your lips, the only remaining life you had left draining from your eyes. Narinder's chains caused slight bruising, his claws caused bloody scars. Your skin was tattered and torn (if you know that reference, I love you), ripped apart and shredded.

Shamura's eyes flooded with tears, their throat ached with screams that were never released. They breathed heavily, trying to run toward you, but their body wouldn't move. They screamed and yelled your name, but nothing was heard.

Their eyes soon fluttered open, their breaths heavy as they moved their head from side to side to assess where they were. They grabbed their book, closed it and set it on their desk. With a gentle sigh, they stood and head straight to your shared room.

Upon reaching the door, they hesitated. What if that wasn't a dream, and you really were dead? They shook their head, attempting to remove those thoughts from their mind as they opened the door, noticing your sleeping body.

A soft smile approached their lips as they walked ever closer to your side of the bed. They couldn't deny, they felt a little.. bad that they decided to wake you. But they went with it, gently tapping your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you awoke, your dreary eyes looking up at Shamura and smiling toward them. "You're finally coming to bed..?" A small laugh escaped you as you moved over, opening your arms for them. They nodded softly with a gentle laugh, laying next to you. "I had a nightmare, wanted to assure you were alright," They admitted, before looking down at you, noticing you had fallen back asleep before they could even finish their response.

🔹 Someone else's fiction cannot cause you physical harm.

🔹If someone else's fiction is causing you emotional or psychological harm, or distress, you can put it down and not read/watch it.

🔹Your emotional well-being is not the responsibility of fiction writers.

🔹Someone else's fiction is not about your personal trauma.

🔹When reading or watching fiction, you always have the power. You can always stop. You are never reading fiction without your own consent.

🔹Fiction writers are not responsible for other people's mental health.

🔹The content of a piece of fiction does not reflect on the morality of its author.

🔹Just because someone writes about bad things happening, doesn't mean they want those things to happen.

🔹Don't like? Don't read.

Sorry for the, like-

3 Helob questions in a row, he is monching on my brain rn, and won't staph-

𝐍𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲!!

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.