#optimist

You are truly fangstatic

We all got problems we will get through we are stronger than anyone knows

It’s time to spellebrate all the hexcellent memories,things, people who impacted us

Keep being freaky fabulous in 2026 and always

You are wonderlandful don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

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[link] Optimist: Headmates who are always trying to find the good in things for themselves, the system, and others. Whether that be finding more good in an already good thing or the little bit of good in a primarily bad thing, they try to boost other system members up when they're down

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[link] Sickness Holder: Headmates who holds symptoms of physical illness for the system. This is usually of symptoms such as the cold or flu, and they usually front when the body is experiencing such symptoms

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[link] Gardentender: A headmate, role, or job defined by tending to, protecting, maintaining, and/or keeping/holding information about a given headspace, layer, or gate. As a role, gardentenders are inherently linked to the existences of headspaces, and may gardentend any variety of them

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the bedframe creaked. music leaked in through the small crack in the door. the headboard hitting the wall with each rough movement. his hands were all over you, lips caressing your skin so softly, a large contrast to the way he pounded into you. his eyes never left yours, pupils dilated and wild.

you don't know how you even got in this situation. it was a small party for his album release, a private one just for close friends and some family, but somehow you both had stumbled down the hallway and into his room, which reminded you of another thing. the door wasn't locked, and it was open just the tiniest amount. but, still, anyone could walk in. the idea only made your situation hotter, the thrill making adrenaline pump through your veins.

his hair was messy, but you didn't mind because it was your doing. you didn't care if he still had to go out there and greet people. your hands resided at his back now, clawing at his soft skin and leaving marks that would for sure ache afterwards. he sucked in a breath as you clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his soft moans and breaths fall right into your ear, giving you access to even the smallest sounds that would leave his lips.

"close?" he slurs, eyes rolling back as you buck your hips in time with his thrusts. you stutter something, followed by a hum as your nails dig deeper into his skin, "need you to cum with me, baby." he speaks softly, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your own lips, swollen from biting them over and over again, "my present. please?"

"fin—fuck." you sigh, toes curling as your body convulsed beneath his own. one hand leaves his back, coming up to pull at his hair, eliciting a string of moans that consisted of your name and pleas for you to cum with him. your dress was bunched around your waist, his hands keeping it from falling and denying him access to your sweet pussy, "the—mm.. door."

he shakes his head, clearly not giving a single fuck if someone saw or not. his family knew not to come in without knocking, and his friends definitely would think twice before even grabbing the doorknob. you clench tighter around him, and when one of his hands comes down to circle your clit, you finally break with a loud moan. it was definitely heard from outside of the room, but all that was running across your mind at the moment was finneas. finneas. finneas.

his own orgasm hits him like a train, stars flashing behind his eyelids as he grunts softly, hips slapping against yours and creating a rhythm. all that he can speak is your name, his mind solely on you as he feels your grip on his hair tighten, nails dragging down his back again as the feeling starts to become too much. the door creaks, but neither of are really in the right headspace to even hear it.

"oh shit."