#ambivalent writes

Very Om Shanti Om-iske type of romance (minus the angst) 🙂‍↕️

type 1 diabetes: controlling & sadistic

Type 1 diabetes the body doesn't produce enough insulin. Glucose can go haywire either way: too low & too high, both being detrimental. You have to constantly be on top of everything to manage it. As a yandere, the intense moments of high love bombing and low bread crumbing to keep you hooked, it plays mind games with you to drive you insane. The unpredictability of it is consistent to control you so you're only under its control and nothing else. If you dare to think about something else, the sugary mind games (in some cases, lack of-) come back to cause pain again until you have no choice to focus solely on your type 1 diabetes again to manage it.

type 2 diabetes: Obsessive & possessive

Type 2 diabetes the body becomes insulin resistant. Glucose is too high and will persist to be so unless you shift your focus on it and change your behaviours in the desired way needed to reduce it. Its obsessive and persistent - you must be mindful of it every time with each meal, each drink. If you don't focus on it and change what you eat, exercise and manage stress levels its going to start attacking you until you focus on it. Any wounds will heal slower - you've already become immunecomprised. In worse case scenarios, it will cause neuropathology - it will continue to attack you until you give into its possessivity and obsess back on it.

gestational diabetes: Breeding kink

Also I don’t when or if you’re planning to update your yandere!madara/reader/yandere!sasuke fic but is it possible to a get a sneak peek? 😺doesn’t have to be of the next chapter,maybe a scene you’ve had in your head thatyou’re itching to write? Anythingggg~ if not then no worries~❤️

Kay, love ya bye! Please take care!

I wish I had the time to write Uchiha Therapist omfg I am dying from burn out this year with so much work and studying I've been doing OTL

Thank you so much anon, really glad to hear you liked my writing! A scene I had in mind is making a huge mess in this fic with all the Uchiha drama + the yandereness and the reader just wants to quit being a student therapist and drop out of her studies,,,

[Name] is an aspiring author who loves all things literature. Aspiring authors need to pay bills so she works this in dinky little quirky local library that only few people visit but it has a lot of character. "trying" to write her book during work hours, and while searching for it on her century old work computer, she stumbles upon a blog that has strange photography etc (hint hint Chrollos blog he updates to keep up his photographersona) and feels intrigued by the weird work and starts to use it for inspiration for the thriller suspense horror novel she wants to write that involves like killing people etc.

Chrollo stumbles upon the said dinky quirky library and is intrigued to explore what he can find there. After entering and spending a few hours, he decides he wants to get some advise from the airhead looking librarian that's just been sitting on the computer and not doing anything else. As the mediocre conversation starts, he accidentally catches a glimpse of his photograph blog on the librarian's computer and the very same mediocre conversation starts the events that are going to occur. Because after all, the blog was there to keep up to date with his persona. He didn't expect someone would actually be following works.

"Do such bizzare photographs actually appeal to you?"

[Name], who was looking forward to finally returning to brainstorming about a particular murder that was going to occur in the alley she was inspired from for her book is left confused by the adrupt question. She notices the customer looking at what she jas opened and is flustered in embarrassment, carelessly responding, "Its just a blog I use for inspiration for murder scenes in the horror book I'm drafting!"

Serial killer Chrollo, who's blog she's also using, is surprised and definetly intrigued.

a note to innocence; 

wonder and curiousity twinkled in my eyes,  

I used to be joyous and be able to wake and sleep during twilight. 

Now, pessimism, loneliness, and how I’ve been depraved from my joy swims in my mind; 

thoughts of what ifs’ moments that could’ve been, 

if wonder and curiousity still twinkled in my eyes, 

if I would’ve been joyous and still be able to wake and sleep during twilight,

swims in my mind. 

Hear hear, 

this is a note to my lost innocence, 

now that I stay wide awake all night, 

pondering, amplifying, and focusing on all the sorrow and wrong, 

Feelings linger, and we suffer. 

You promised yourself to me,

 In return, I promised myself to you. 

You cut me deep, 

Thought I should clarify that for you guys in case you didn't pick up on it