I Did Not Open Tumblr To Be Attacked Like This—

goodnight :)

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

boop is gone... I'll just boop your asks

B o o p

Sometimes i create accounts on an app and then suddenly dip RIGHT AFTER i did one thing.

(Yes im talking about tumblr)

I swear fanon always ruins something from canon. Like I've seen this so many times in other fandoms and its still bothers me (ahem bnha ahem—)

Like?? Its fanfiction??? Ofc most of it doesnt stick to canon, or even follow it entirely. Headcanons are the same as well imo

I like some of it, even the cringy tropes like the "neglectful family" trope, but i DONT consider them canon. Or even attempt to compare scenarios from other series and wrongly assume shit (like, i know deruth acts similarly to some shitty fathers in other manhwas, but that DOESN'T mean he is one too)

As long as it isnt mentioned (or even implied) in canon, its not canon. And people shouldn't be giving criticism about something in canon if their sources are from fanon content.

Sohxksjx youre so right lmao. Ogcale is built from steel, trauma and pure spite. He will destroy you ten times over if given the reason to.

AND KXGAJAHDB NOT THE SUBTLE KRSCALE SLANDER😭😭

I mean, he DID get kids who are already traumatized (and traumatized them even more with his self-sacrificial tendencies—)

...i cant even defend him much lmao. They're not normal at all

(Ah you remembered me skdahcjd i missed you unnieee ;A; ♡♡♡)

Saw hate on Deruth and like cmon guys

Deruth is the Asian dad :)

He neglected Cale emotionally but (unlike a certain King who is wealthier than most noblemen) Deruth also spoiled Cale a lot

New clothes, glimmering accessories, A LITERAL PRIVATE LIBRARY FOR HIM AND ONLY HIM

And Cale's food is always on top

Cale doesn't like the food he is served??, OKAY fire the chef, get him another perfect plate

Vicross is still standing and working because he's Ron's son and his food is "decent"

Oh but Deruth let Cale drink and become an alcoholic and does nothing about it 🥺

Pls 😭 stfu

Cale likes to drink, and he lets Cale drink

It's the only few things Cale likes

But he neglected Cale health 🥺

Girl this is a fantasy world, there's no doctor lmao

Cale needs and wants are met,, Cale lives comfortably in his house, safe and warm

Deruth is the dad who would buy the whole store

Cale: Can you get me uhh coke

Deruth: Ok *buys the whole company*

Cale: no

Come argue with me we'll fight to the death

TO KILL THE VIBRANT ꮼ lemon irvine.

it feels like i've fallen for you completely, maybe it's best that you can't be here. angst | gn reader | drabble.

vibrant is when you see lemon irvine gleefully rambling something about tomorrow being exciting and fun for her in this tired afternoon with soft rain gently making its presence known through the drum on your rooftop and coloring your windows gray. she holds your hand and clings to it every so often as she mentions a certain someone, his name on her tongue like a prayer; her eyes so bright that stars could never rival. and her wish to be with the name her mouth could ever so sweetly utter is bigger than that of your heart slowly writhing in pain.

vibrant is when there's hope that flicker and never fickle in the sun that is lemon irvine. hoping that someday you'll understand the spark that comes with her touches, leaving trails of herself on your skin like the syrup-soaked pancake she made for all of her friends and one for you softening around roof of your tongue. hoping that someday you won't have to curse out the certain someone whenever you see her with him. hoping that someday…someday, as if it would fall to you willingly, as if she would look in your direction at any point—which completely obliterates everything that she holds dear—someday she'll see the look that you have because it's the look that she gives to mash fucking burnedead and you know damn well it will never be you.

vibrant is when there is a surging impulse coursing your bloodstream once you see the book series she's been eyeing for months and you snatch it without hesitation, because you're sure she'd love it, because you're sure of your feelings that sit in your heart like a badge free from its burdens. because in lemon, everything else is elevated. and it's not like she'll know the existence of your feelings, for months you've emptied your lungs of the suffocating air you were subjecting yourself to breathe, for months you slowly accept that you will always be what you have always been:

"a very sweet & good friend of mine!"

her voice, god, you could listen to it all day. enough to lift off the weights pulling you down, enough to be the warmth like the sun to the moon (you). so what if you're just a friend? so what if she doesn't see you the way you see her? so what if the world doesn't place itself at your hands and you could've got what you wanted if things had been different? so what if you're not the reason that the vibrant exists?

so what if you could only admire but not touch the rays of sun because she's not yours?

the words written in a handwriting slightly twisted from its origin, preventing the receiver from recognizing them, is an act of protection. you are not capable of dimming the vibrant, you cannot kill the sun, you cannot risk lemon catching onto these wretched feelings of yours. so, you protect them instead, for both of you. this confession letter of yours doesn't disclose its sender; it is neatly tucked into her desk, alone, not for any eyes to see. only hers. only her soft citrine eyes.

"woah! what's this?"

you hear her voice from the other side of the wall. you don't see it, but you can feel the smile forming on her pretty lips, her hands that flail around when she gets excited—that earns a quiet chuckle from you. cute, she's cute.

"oh my…its a love letter." your hands clench unconsciously, your teeth sinking itself on your bottom lip with harshness as if to punish yourself for doing this. everything about liking lemon feels so wrong. you need to stop.

you hear soft sniffs and crying feebly. "aaa, its…really sweet and genuine." your eyes start to feel melting hot, it glistens under the dusky room. its just you, all alone, not really for the eyes to see.

(not for hers to see, too.)

"i wonder who sent this. i wish they could at least give a clue."

you remove yourself from the wall, not wanting to hear beyond what you are only allowed. you walk out with your cheeks damp, a frown that signifies the death of the vibrant inside you.

"it seems like they know me a lot, too. hm…"

"…i can understand why they'd leave it anonymous."

"yeah, i…i think i get it. and they know my answer already. i'm sorry…"

"i'm sorry." she mumbles your name, hushed. "and thank you. i promise i'll keep this safe and hidden. because you're my sweet, sweet friend. always have, i don't want that to change."

tags. @seneon lawl surprise

notes. breaking news: @kyoghurts will now be at their angst writing season. goodluck handling the heartache. stay strong (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) ੭

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My Sketch of Planchette for LavenderTown I made this my first post because why not?

Did a bunch of lineart today, I’m happy with it :D

(Now I need to learn how to color)