Soft. Sweet. Slightly Threatening.

🦀✨ Princess Cancer Week Sneak Peek We’re soft. We’re petty. We have matching hats and emotional damage. The full drop is coming—moodboards, writing prompts, digital crafts, and just enough emotional instability to make it ✨unforgettable. Tag the friend you’d wear the Get-Along Shirt with 💅 📸 Photo base by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

Ooo this is giving serious ‘my dad can actually beat up your dad’ energy—and he’d do it in style

💥 When dads wear spikes, raw metal, and attitude... 🖤

This Father's Day, skip the clichés. Style him in raw soldered attitude!

More statement piece availble at my site. ✨

no one understands him like you do. and maybe—just maybe—no one will ever understand you like he does.

you could run. you could listen to everyone’s warnings. but what would be the point if he’s the only one who sees you?

🖤 moodboard for “but mom, I love him.”

This moodboard includes AI-generated content

When my best friend said her house was haunted and needed a demon hunter, I rolled my eyes. But the second he walked in? My fear turned into… something else. He stayed for a week, purging the ghost — or demon, or whatever — from her house. Funny thing though… Shortly after, my house suddenly became haunted too. So naturally, I called him. Again. For the ghost. Or the demon. Or whatever. For as long as it takes.

Write a piece about a fake haunting

“She might forgave him, but I'm a Cancer. I archive pain and I plan revenge”

This week’s prompt comes straight from the heart… and the emotional glovebox where we keep the glittery knife.

Tag @PlotArcade or reblog if you write something—I wanna see all the soft-core emotional carnage 💅

Let’s get one thing clear: this is not a cry for help. It’s a mood. This playlist is made for characters who wear leather jackets, pour whiskey into fancy glasses, and call you "kid" even when you're pushing 30.

If that’s not healing… I don’t know what is.

These are giving vampire queen meets final boss energy — cute shoe, deadly weapon, all in one. She doesn’t run from the fight, she struts into it.

Monster Heels by Theo Gravelines

How many can you check off with the Cancer in your life?

Did they guilt-trip you, then bake you something sweet? Did they say “I’m not mad” and then bring up a fight from 3 years ago?

Tag yourself. Tag your Cancer. Reblog with how many you hit.

I stare at my roommate. He’s losing it.

"He's not a cat, okay?! I saw him. He was walking—like a full-on human—and then just turned into a cat. I've heard him talk! In cat form!" (He points dramatically at the fluffy traitor.) "Say something!" "Meow."

I snort. "I don’t know... seems like a cat to me."

He storms out.

I turn to the cat. "You have to be more careful." The cat looks up at me and shrugs. "I dunno. I just like messing with him."

"Say something!"

"Meow."

🦀 The Stars Said I Could (a totally not-legally-a-mad-lib Cancer fic filler)

Mars was in (emotion), the moon was in Cancer, and I was about to (verb) someone’s entire (noun).

All because they said “(petty quote)” like I wouldn’t remember it forever.

I put on my (adjective) lip gloss, grabbed my (object), and texted (name):

“You have five minutes to explain or I’m crying in your voicemail again.”

Fill it in, tag me, and blame the stars.