#deitynya

I wanted to let you know you are my inspiration to get back into writing fanfics and I love your work. 🥰

We stan our golden don in this house. 😤

Hi Nya my sweet🥺, firstly welcome🤗🌠

Secondly I'm about cry like... gosh, me? inspire someone? my mission is complete! I'm so happy you enjoy my ramblings. I'd love to read your writing whenever you start, no pressure though! Ahhhhhh gosh Don Gio 🥺😍 yes we stan 😤🤲🌠🥺

I love waking up to my ex calling me crazy when I was only ever nice to them afterwards and my biggest offense was trying to reach out to figure out why they were ignoring and blocking me an hour after reaffirming they loved me and I was important to them.

Sorry my trauma response was to call you repeatedly when I didn't understand.

You had a trauma response similarly to a previous time but I'm crazy?

Then to have them constantly talk about me, in front of me, and actively attempt to isolate me from everyone else that was around me? And expect no retaliation??

Fuck You.

I tried the high ground. I tried offering peace and understanding and my hand and open avenues for communication. I tried to smile through everything. I stopped trying to reach out to give you space. And you continued on. And on. And on.

So now I'm pissed. Now I'm spiteful. Now I'm hurt. Someone I let in is using my weaknesses against me and I'm calling their bullshit out but I'm crazy, apparently.

I'm so fucking crazy for not understanding and wanting to understand.

I'm so fucking crazy for sobbing over someone who doesn't deserve all the love and support I gave.

It's not crazy to display pain or try to reach out.

Sorry for having a BPD episode that you caused and calling you for 2 hours.

Fighting that shit is hard.

Sketchy sketch of Naia in my version of part 5/part 4.

Me

Nya

Apollo

Naia

This blog has no specific time period other than "Present Day" America, which for content sake we'll say July 2021 since it lines up with when this is initially posted.

'Wow, ok. That was very unexpected.' The bookworm wasn't sure if what had just happened.... actually happened. What was before their eyes? Which were rapidly blinking as if something were in them. The back of one hand was pressed to an eye and the swirling, glowing, cosmic rectangle of doom was focused on with the other. The right, to be more specific since it was the stronger of the two. But soon, that one blinked again. 'The fuck did I just do....' came the musing through an almost empty head, followed by a snort. 'Ok, maybe casting a supposed to be fake spell wasn't the best decision, but.... I'm sure nothing will come of it.'

You can still call me Nya. Still NB, she/they.

No specific pairings. We all kind of share each other around here. Appropriately, of course. Nothing weird. Aside from wanting to bone most of the family--

I will write short things with just about every JJBA character regardless of the nature.

Just don't be a jerk to me and we'll do great.

This is a side blog of fully self insert glory.

You can find me on my main blog, too.