▎ re: mailbox. i will not respond to any negativity or messages that invade my privacy. i may also ignore the query if i've answered something in a similar manner. you will remain anonymous unless you specify who you are (or who you'd like to be referred to as).
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@dearyue.bsky.social
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀omnes una manet nox. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #gryphondove & #phoenixdove.
✿ #phoenixdove. prompt: unrequited love, but it is revealed to be requited in the end. "did you truly believe that my affection was simply for show?" the phoenix queried with a hint of offense as displayed by his (rather dramatic) palm, clutched over his heart. "well, it's difficult to tell, your…
i have to rewrite this fic because i've strayed too far from my initial outline. i'm going to go insane.
i'm trying to look at photos of joshua for reference on how to describe him in this fic, but i'm only getting distracted by his beautiful fucking face.
✿ #phoenixdove. they are sickeningly affectionate with each other in the public eye. i'd elaborate further, but i need to clock in to work. that's all that i'll say for now.
twiddling my thumbs while i contemplate on posting more yume ship lore as i previously did because i don't want to embarrass myself.
i often think about the times that i've left the platforms that i've roleplayed on and when i return to them, i'm somehow always recognized by old mutuals and partners, even if i undergo different pseudonyms. it's heartwarming—until i recall the people who've also harassed and stalked me. how fun.
i'm not even going to argue with people anymore. i'll just respond with this now.
i'm crying. my roommate locked herself out of the apartment just now and i had to get the door for her. today is not our day.
i locked myself out of my apartment. this day genuinely cannot get any worse.
thanks, bluesky. now, all of my mutuals will see that a joshua rosfield or vergil artwork is liked by me. way to expose a woman with desires.
▎ yuemi (月宓) or yue. age xxiii. she / her / any pronouns. avid yume shipper; littérateur behind porcelain; physical media collector. direct messages are for serious inquiries only. read my carrd. send an anonymous letter. view my works on ao3.
you can call me basic, but to this day, the lee and gaara fight remains as my favorite fight of naruto.
i locked myself out of my apartment. this day genuinely cannot get any worse.
anyways, that new(?) mgk song is ass. i need to cleanse my ears with a song from an actual anime fan.
i cried in the walk - in. i was doing so well until a coworker asked how i am holding up from the situation. i'm still at work in the break room, crying. grieving is so difficult.
both of my shift leaders are asking if i want to leave after i complete my prep because they know that i'm mourning over my friend's passing.
"anti" this, "proship" that. well, guess what? i'm in love with you.
both of my shift leaders are asking if i want to leave after i complete my prep because they know that i'm mourning over my friend's passing.
does anyone else have more than one yume sona? for me, "dove" is still me, but the aesthetic varies from which yume is shipped.
i actually do use humor to cope with things and i never noticed until recently with my friend's passing.
i'd like to think that i'm hilarious.