gainsflora / florafate / gainsborro , wishngs, rukiahs, fellsister, loversthief .

Last Updated: January 30, 2023.

Warnings: gaslighting, emotional abuse, slander/defamation, cyberstalking, guilt tripping, manipulation, lovebombing, suicidal ideation, self harm.

Any and all evidence in this post has been used with permission in accordance to those affected by Autumn's manipulation. I will be linking and posting screencaps from all parties involved in a detailed POV. Please do not harrass anyone involved in this post, including Autumn herself. That is not the purpose of this and would go against the wishes of those involved.

Hey, Autumn. It honestly brings me no pleasure whatsoever to be writing this .... but the more I find out about your behaviour, the more disgusted and hurt I am at how you've treated not only me, but others as well. Included in this post will tell a story of how Autumn has stalked, gaslit, slandered, and manipulated myself and others. She induced varying degrees of paranoia, anxiety, depression, and stress within her own circles. Frankly, she still is. Ultimately, this post will be a detailed retelling of how Autumn's abuse has not only affected me, but several others.

PROMPT: the devil in me.

how cruel is it, to continuously fight a war that is unwinnable? how cruel is it not just to yourself, but to the soldiers you put to the chopping block, sliced to pieces one by one, & you expect that outcome? it is even worse that these are children, with bright hopes in their eyes that will surely be crushed by the weight of the world on their shoulders, the weight of an unwinnable fight for the sake of being a hero.

being a hero is not worth it. is it never worth it. madara would have been glad to be painted as the villain in history, if it meant none of the things that have come to pass, ever did.

arms crossed over his chest, crimson gaze locked into the other's. the man's blood sizzles, his heart threatens to slam out of the chest of this body that he was forced to inhabit - to fix mistakes that never should have happened.

" silence, oz. " a sharp hiss towards the other - even raising a hand, palm faced outwards. he doesn't wish to hear it. " take a moment to repeat those words to yourself. you are chasing a ghost of your own by sending people to fight in a war. " before the other is even able to try & counter, madara's raised hand shifts to a single silencing finger, held up mere centimeters from the man's lips.

" you are chasing a ghost purpose given to you by gods who abandoned this world, instead of trying to defend what you have now - what you did have back then. was it worth it, all that you lost? " was it worth it, losing me after you had already lost salem?

he did not agree with either of them - neither salem nor ozma's actions in all of this chaos. he had his own wishes, his own plans, but ... there was some truth to the way that salem spoke of the gods, he feels. they did not care about them, though they had emotions. if going directly against them wielded no results, then he would not. but, then, would it be possible to remake the world that they have abandoned? to make a world that they had no place in?

perhaps it's foolish to think himself to be the best option of the messiah to that world, but better him - wise & with plenty of lives under his belt. better him than ozma, or salem.

" even now, you could stop. but you won't, i know you won't. it saddens me, oz. do you not realize that? " for a moment, the brunette's eyes seem to soften with a vague sense of immortal, exhausted grief.

kiss  prompts  for  starters  and/or  drabbles.  feel  free  to  make  changes  as  you  see  fit.  enjoy  !  <3

hand  kiss.

cheek  kiss.

neck  kiss.

back  kiss.

forehead  kiss.

ear  kiss.

nose  kiss.

shy  kiss.

happy  kiss.

surprise  kiss.

angry  kiss.

crying  kiss.

rough  kiss

soft  kiss.

quick  kiss.

platonic  kiss.

jealous  kiss.

first  kiss.

last  kiss.

clumsy  kiss.

uninterested  kiss.

blown  kiss.

awkward  kiss.

drunk  kiss.

bloody  kiss.

sensual  kiss.

dying  kiss.

secret  kiss.

teasing  kiss.

against  the  wall  kiss.

alleyway  kiss.

rain  kiss.

before  bed  kiss.

goodbye  kiss.

‘i’m  sorry’  kiss.

‘i  missed  you’  kiss.

‘good  morning’  kiss.

there  exists  a  grave,  simple  and  verdant,  a  vacant  hole  that  countless  times  he’s  wished  to  crawl  inside  and  bury  himself  within;  take  me  in  his  place,  he’d  prayed  to  the  deity  with  deaf  ears  or  a  cruel  mind  (or  perhaps  both).  there  is–  was  another  man,  bright  and  beautiful,  embodying  hope  for  a  better  world.  and  with  his  untimely  death,  so  too,  did  all  these  things  perish.  the  man  who  remains  averts  her  gaze,  so  certain  that  she  lies  with  her  grief - stricken  eyes  (the  light  had  died  with  him;  her  joy  /  her  love  /  her  hope)  out  of  undeserving  pity  for  him.

❝   i  am  a  poor  compensation  for  him,  and  we  both  know  this.  ❞   his  voice,  wavering  with  a  kind  of  frailty  that  is  commonplace  for  his  being  these  days.  can’t  she  understand?  this  is  why  he  must  do  the  things  that  he  does  –  this  is  why  yahiko  lives  on,  in  essence,  a  pale  reflection  of  their  beloved  friend.  this  is  why  he  allows  this  ability  to  drain  the  very  life  from  him,  a  slow  &  befitting  punishment  for  taking  his  rightful  place.  

❝ enough. ❞ her voice is soft, at first. spoken so to prevent emotion from wavering. she is allowed to feel what she likes, she knows; but anger is seated beneath her grief and she doesn't want them to intertwine. nagato doesn't deserve her rage. he doesn't deserve her grief. but konan has given so much unshaking loyalty, and what has it gotten her? brokenness. a haunted heart. neither of these are nagato's fault. but whether or not the bitterness of his words is directed at her, it is spoken to her. and she's grown tired.