Mymy

You might have seen me recently throughout tumblr with the name @ jtsoneandonly

However I got hacked because I fell for a scam 😭

I'm hoping that tumblr will give me access back to my account but for the time being, this is my new account.

I've honestly never felt more stupid but I also can't stay away from tumblr so i've made a new one.

Please don't report the account or anything, I do not want them to delete my account! I just want to warn anyone that any content posted from now on will not be me, the last post I made was about how my account might be deleted. Please don't message the account either as I don't want the hacker to do anything to the account.

Im honestly so upset because I've had the account for over 8 years and have so many memories and posts on that account that I don't want to lose. 8 years of pain, 8 years of shit posts and so many followers and friends made.

Please please PLEASE don't fall for any scam that someone reported your account for scam and phishing. Especially since they have my account, they'll use it to message people about the same thing

They are trying to get us to stop so everything flies under the rug. We need to keep the momentum!

Valko loved doing things for you. It satisfied him immensely when he would complete a task for you and you'd praise him. Your approval meant the world to him.

He'd carry your groceries in and put them away for you, and then he would stand in front of you with his head tilted, exposing his jaw to you, as he waited patiently for you to reach up and pat his cheek affectionately.

"Thank you, Valko," you would say so sweetly. If his tail was out whenever you did this, it would wag happily behind him as he followed you around, looking for other things to do for you.

It was routine at this point. He'd carry a big box or move the couch or reach a high shelf for you, you'd pat his cheek and say, "Thank you," and he'd float behind you until you needed his help again.

He really was like a dog.

The thought had you stopping for a moment one day, the gears in your head turning. You'd found out that Valko's ears were super sensitive and he really liked when you scratched them, but would he enjoy chin scratches, too?

You decided to test it out.

You wanted to change the layout of your bedroom, and you asked Valko to move your desk for you. When he was done, you reached up towards his face. He tilted his head, expecting you to pat his cheek again like you did every other time.

Instead, your fingers drifted towards underneath his chin, and you gave it a light scratch, much like you would for a dog that's been good for you.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed, turning around and acting as if you hadn't done anything different.

Behind you, Valko had gone still. His eyes snapped open and his tail stopped wagging behind him. His entire body was suddenly rigid.

"Did you just..." His voice trailed off, and you looked at him from over your shoulder.

"What?" you asked, your demeanor the picture of innocence. On the inside, you were laughing, seeing how red your baby's face had become. His skin was flushed nearly the same colour as his hair.

He stepped towards you and grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand back up to his chin. His ears and tail were perked up.

"Do it again," he said, his golden eyes staring unblinking into yours. You giggled and opened your mouth to retort, but the words died on your tongue when he pressed your fingers more insistently against his skin.

Your fingers moved gently, scratching softly at his chin and jaw. His ears fell flat against his head, relaxed, and his tail began swishing energetically behind him. His shoulders curled inwards and his eyes fluttered shut. Valko's entire body seemed to fold into you as you continued to scritch at his chin.

Don't get me wrong, so are the others but Valko takes the crown.

Would build a shrine for you if you let him. Has your picture on his phone lockscreen, wallpaper and profile pictures on all socials. You're in every one of his posts, most of them are entirely of you and he's always in your comments, hyping you up and writing corny stuff like "is this what winning feels like?". Has a framed photo of you on his work desk and a polaroid of you in his wallet. Never takes off the jewelry you bought him. Gets couple rings at the first hint from you. Wears your scrunchie on his wrist. Has your contact saved as "Wifey" in the first month of dating him.

You'll never know when your makeup items are about to run out because he's already gone through your products and reordered your usuals.

He's the type to get your car serviced, tyres refilled and fuel tank pumped full before you ever realize you needed any of those things done. Cherry on top, he reverses your car and parks it in the garage so you're good to go in the mornings.

The type to hand feed you. Literally. When you're so swamped with work you haven't moved from your chair in hours. When you're running late to work, he's holding out spoonfuls of breakfast to your mouth while you clip on earrings or handing you your bag, wallet, keys and your coffee thermos ready for you as you bolt out the door. Waves till you can't see him in the rearview anymore.

And the intimacy. God. Playing with your fingers while you talk, tucking your hair behind your ear when you don't even notice it's come undone, wrapping his jacket around you, pulling you into his warmth when you're shivering, letting you wear his shoes and walk barefoot when your feet are sore because of heels, holding your hand even when his hands are full of groceries, hand on the small of your back when you walk, reaching over and fastening your seatbelt for you, hand on your thigh while he drives, kissing your wrist, nipping at your skin, pulling you closer by tugging at your chair, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow, putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, spooning you in bed, moving your hair to the side to kiss your nape and inhale your scent that grounds him.

Never backing down from lifting you up. The moment you say anything demeaning about yourself, you might as well have wrenched his heart. He's never going to repeatedly quote some meaningless platitudes to you, he's present, he's listening and he wants to know what hurts, why it hurts. It's never too much. You're never too much. Your muchness is the reason he loves you and he'll make sure you will never forget that. You can climb onto his lap, sit encircled in his arms for hours on end and he doesn't complain, doesn't move, doesn't stray from topic unless you're done. He doesn't want to give you solutions for the problems you're facing, he knows you can handle them. All he has to do is remind you.

Biggest contributor to just-because gifts. Vase of flowers? Always full, always blooming. Nail salon certificate from your favorite one resting in your purse before the new ones have finished drying? Check. Swinging by your favorite coffee place and grabbing your order before you leave? Cup is already resting in its holder in your car. Sending you and your colleagues pastries in the afternoon? He knows you love sweet treats. Making reservations and picking you up for dinner with a change of clothes incase you don't like what you're wearing? Already taken care of. And God forbid you try to pay for something on your own, he's going to sulk all day long till you promise to break your own card into two.

Clinginess dialed to a 100. Holding hands when you go out is a given. He's not against doing it at home too. Olympic level cuddler. In the mornings in bed. On the couch while watching movies. He'll even try to sneak a little cuddle time while you're cooking. And what's that about water? Oh right, you should be saving some so he's definitely in the shower with you. Not afraid of PDA. Infact, his cousins are always telling you both to get a room. Would step out of a board meeting and see you waiting for him by the reception, making small talk when he rushes over, kissing you in front of everyone, figuratively wiggling his tail that's tucked away.

Not afraid of being vulnerable with you. Of crying in front of you. Of breaking down when the pressures of being in a position as demanding as he was get to him. Of being being open about how much he needs you and your support. None of your fights with him last long. Not when he'd get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Fully believes it's the ideal and the only correct way to atone.

The way he'd take such good care of you when you're sick. Not balking or freaking out if you accidentally stain your clothes during your period or if you're sick and throwing up, holding your hair back, helping you out of clothes you've dirtied, wiping your body down if you can't shower, staying by your bedside for the times you come to, meticulously timing your medicine intervals.

Does not have a single love language. His love language is all of them. Acts of service? He could teach a course. Words of affirmation? Not a day goes by when he's not reminding you how beautiful you are and how lucky he feels to be a part of your life. Gift-giving? He funds a black card in your name. Physical touch? He has to be peeled off of you sometimes. Quality time? 24 hours the a day is not enough time for him to be spending with you.

Never says no to anything you propose. You want to learn how to do stunts on a dirt bike? He's buying you the gear. Swimming in a cage with sharks? He's booking the trip. The deadliest rollercoaster in the world? He's going to be scared and terrified within an inch of his life but it's not going to matter because he's here and he's here with you.

Loves to hear you ramble on about things you are passionate about. Loves hearing you sing off-key and way off beat in the shower. Loves watching you do little dancey dances with your headphones plugged in when you cook or do laundry. Loves paying attention to you. To everything you do. To everything that makes you so undeniably you. He loves you.

His most favorite thing to do with you, is dancing. Holding you close to him, back to his chest, face nuzzled in the curve of your neck with his arms around you and one of your arms wrapped around his nape as you both sway to the music in the dim lighting of the living room, heartbeats thrumming in sync and louder than the music in the background. Happy and content. In each other's company. With each other.

And when you hear the slow rumble of thunder before the pitter-patter of the rain follows, you're dragging him outside to dance with you in the rain, with the smell of concrete and soil potent in the air.

And he'd follow you, drenched and soaking in the rain as you both danced and jumped into puddles and kissed and held each other close. Because of course he would.

It's Valko. He'd do anything for you.

🜼

A/N: I wanted to cheer myself up by writing this for all my lovelies on here but it just depressed me further I think. I've seen such heartbreaking fanarts of Valko saying "they didn't like me" and I honestly sobbed.

Don't get me wrong, so are the others but Valko takes the crown.

Would build a shrine for you if you let him. Has your picture on his phone lockscreen, wallpaper and profile pictures on all socials. You're in every one of his posts, most of them are entirely of you and he's always in your comments, hyping you up and writing corny stuff like "is this what winning feels like?". Has a framed photo of you on his work desk and a polaroid of you in his wallet. Never takes off the jewelry you bought him. Gets couple rings at the first hint from you. Wears your scrunchie on his wrist. Has your contact saved as "Wifey" in the first month of dating him.

You'll never know when your makeup items are about to run out because he's already gone through your products and reordered your usuals.

He's the type to get your car serviced, tyres refilled and fuel tank pumped full before you ever realize you needed any of those things done. Cherry on top, he reverses your car and parks it in the garage so you're good to go in the mornings.

The type to hand feed you. Literally. When you're so swamped with work you haven't moved from your chair in hours. When you're running late to work, he's holding out spoonfuls of breakfast to your mouth while you clip on earrings or handing you your bag, wallet, keys and your coffee thermos ready for you as you bolt out the door. Waves till you can't see him in the rearview anymore.

And the intimacy. God. Playing with your fingers while you talk, tucking your hair behind your ear when you don't even notice it's come undone, wrapping his jacket around you, pulling you into his warmth when you're shivering, letting you wear his shoes and walk barefoot when your feet are sore because of heels, holding your hand even when his hands are full of groceries, hand on the small of your back when you walk, reaching over and fastening your seatbelt for you, hand on your thigh while he drives, kissing your wrist, nipping at your skin, pulling you closer by tugging at your chair, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow, putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, spooning you in bed, moving your hair to the side to kiss your nape and inhale your scent that grounds him.

Never backing down from lifting you up. The moment you say anything demeaning about yourself, you might as well have wrenched his heart. He's never going to repeatedly quote some meaningless platitudes to you, he's present, he's listening and he wants to know what hurts, why it hurts. It's never too much. You're never too much. Your muchness is the reason he loves you and he'll make sure you will never forget that. You can climb onto his lap, sit encircled in his arms for hours on end and he doesn't complain, doesn't move, doesn't stray from topic unless you're done. He doesn't want to give you solutions for the problems you're facing, he knows you can handle them. All he has to do is remind you.

Biggest contributor to just-because gifts. Vase of flowers? Always full, always blooming. Nail salon certificate from your favorite one resting in your purse before the new ones have finished drying? Check. Swinging by your favorite coffee place and grabbing your order before you leave? Cup is already resting in its holder in your car. Sending you and your colleagues pastries in the afternoon? He knows you love sweet treats. Making reservations and picking you up for dinner with a change of clothes incase you don't like what you're wearing? Already taken care of. And God forbid you try to pay for something on your own, he's going to sulk all day long till you promise to break your own card into two.

Clinginess dialed to a 100. Holding hands when you go out is a given. He's not against doing it at home too. Olympic level cuddler. In the mornings in bed. On the couch while watching movies. He'll even try to sneak a little cuddle time while you're cooking. And what's that about water? Oh right, you should be saving some so he's definitely in the shower with you. Not afraid of PDA. Infact, his cousins are always telling you both to get a room. Would step out of a board meeting and see you waiting for him by the reception, making small talk when he rushes over, kissing you in front of everyone, figuratively wiggling his tail that's tucked away.

Not afraid of being vulnerable with you. Of crying in front of you. Of breaking down when the pressures of being in a position as demanding as he was get to him. Of being being open about how much he needs you and your support. None of your fights with him last long. Not when he'd get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Fully believes it's the ideal and the only correct way to atone.

The way he'd take such good care of you when you're sick. Not balking or freaking out if you accidentally stain your clothes during your period or if you're sick and throwing up, holding your hair back, helping you out of clothes you've dirtied, wiping your body down if you can't shower, staying by your bedside for the times you come to, meticulously timing your medicine intervals.

Does not have a single love language. His love language is all of them. Acts of service? He could teach a course. Words of affirmation? Not a day goes by when he's not reminding you how beautiful you are and how lucky he feels to be a part of your life. Gift-giving? He funds a black card in your name. Physical touch? He has to be peeled off of you sometimes. Quality time? 24 hours the a day is not enough time for him to be spending with you.

Never says no to anything you propose. You want to learn how to do stunts on a dirt bike? He's buying you the gear. Swimming in a cage with sharks? He's booking the trip. The deadliest rollercoaster in the world? He's going to be scared and terrified within an inch of his life but it's not going to matter because he's here and he's here with you.

Loves to hear you ramble on about things you are passionate about. Loves hearing you sing off-key and way off beat in the shower. Loves watching you do little dancey dances with your headphones plugged in when you cook or do laundry. Loves paying attention to you. To everything you do. To everything that makes you so undeniably you. He loves you.

His most favorite thing to do with you, is dancing. Holding you close to him, back to his chest, face nuzzled in the curve of your neck with his arms around you and one of your arms wrapped around his nape as you both sway to the music in the dim lighting of the living room, heartbeats thrumming in sync and louder than the music in the background. Happy and content. In each other's company. With each other.

And when you hear the slow rumble of thunder before the pitter-patter of the rain follows, you're dragging him outside to dance with you in the rain, with the smell of concrete and soil potent in the air.

And he'd follow you, drenched and soaking in the rain as you both danced and jumped into puddles and kissed and held each other close. Because of course he would.

It's Valko. He'd do anything for you.

🜼

A/N: I wanted to cheer myself up by writing this for all my lovelies on here but it just depressed me further I think. I've seen such heartbreaking fanarts of Valko saying "they didn't like me" and I honestly sobbed.

Literally spent hours in the Home feature, which I haven't touched with a ten foot pole since its release, so that I could put my beautiful new husband in a nice house. For fucking nothing

cw, suggestive/dirty humour !!!! sign the petition

(perhaps ooc i struggled a little since we yk DIDNT EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO SEE HIS CHARACTER AND PERSONALITY PROPERLY u don't get to be mean ab this being ooc though we have been through enough the last 24 hrs ok lets not turn on each other)

And no one can even say "well, just go touch grass and find yourself a rl partner". Um. I'm aroace. I already go outside and be a human 25/8. I'm allowed to relax and enjoy games and things that make me smile.

I need Valko. We ALL need Valko.

I can't even fathom how much this has set Infold back because they themselves said that he's been in the plans (and possible future LI). They SAID they'd never take away a LI. So why is this happening?

And don't say it's because of Valko "breaking into" MC's apartment...he's a literal pup who wandered in ngl. Curious about MC's place like a stray lmao. AND Caleb has done worse??? Drugged us? Kiddnapped us??? FFS, we're STILL calling each other brother and sister in these damn cards!! What are you even talking about?!

People complained about Sylus and Caleb early on too. And now look at us? So many people are maining them (myself included).

Also, you know what I do when I don't want a character? (Mostly Raf or Xavi...though I do pull for Myths for all the LI) I DON'T PULL FOR THEM. If I don't want the character, I KEEP MY DIAMONDS AND WAIT FOR MY MAIN TO COME AROUND. Like genuinely, how is this a hard thing to grasp? Have the haters never touched an otome game EVER? You'd rather ruin it for everyone else because ya'll are butthurt? So spiteful, it's so damn pathetic.

Like Infold has wasted so much resources and money. People lost their jobs. Infold SAYS they were listening to feedback, but it honestly sounds like ONE side of feedback instead of everyone as a whole.