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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓 ? ────── #soulsfeasted, brewed adoringly by mocha.

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hi all, with that nasty blog circulating, i wanted to post a friendly reminder that you can block from your tumblr settings. * EDIT: sorry for the vague context, please do not click this blog, there is animal death & gore present.

after clicking blog settings, just scroll until you see blocked tumblrs.

then click the pencil icon & you can type the url. @/fucktrpc.

* EDIT : HOW TO BLOCK ON MOBILE

EDIT : PLEASE REPORT BEFORE BLOCKING ; excerpt from @/drakyns.

you Can report this blog even without going directly to their webpage specifically. it's a bit of a workaround since /i/ personally went on their blog to report everything manually, but here's what other blogs can do to not be subjected to triggering images.

TO REPORT THE BLOG, please go to this link: https://www.tumblr.com/abuse/start?prefill=eyJwb3N0IjpudWxsLCJ1cmxyZXBvcnRpbmciOiJodHRwczovL3d3dy50dW1ibHIuY29tL2Z1Y2t0cnBjIiwidHVtYmxlbG9nIjoiZnVja3RycGMiLCJjb250ZXh0IjoiYmxvZyJ9

PLEASE UNSELECT "BLOCK" > Report something else > Gore, mutilation or bestiality OR Suspected terrorism (these are the main ones Tumblr's system prioritises).

in the "Content you're reporting" section, please include the following link: https://www.tumblr.com/fucktrpc/789264682648240128 (note that this is their latest post; kindly do not open it in another tab, but rather simply include it in your report).

press Submit.

and then you can block them from your dashboard settings!

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asra's expression softens, gentles into something heart - pinching & raw. he tilts their foreheads together, until the only thing left is the whisper of breath & the weight of his gaze. " you couldn't be more wrong, celeste. " the words are a caress, a salve — a truth. " you are not unlovable, & you are not damaged, no matter what anyone else has told you. you are a gift. a blessing. "

his hands, still cupping hers, squeeze gently, like he's trying to hold onto the shape of her, the feel of her. " i see everything, remember ? " a smile, small, slips past his lips. " not just the beauty, but the strength. the resilience. the way you shine so bright it's hard to look at, & the way you hold onto hope like it's the only light in a world gone dark. that's what i see, celeste. that's what i choose. "

a breath, shaky, between them. the space between their fingers trembling. it's too much, & yet not enough. " i don't want you to be anyone else, " he murmurs, & it's a vow. a promise. a secret whispered & told. " i want you to be you, i want you to be celeste — fierce, fearless, free. "

his voice wavers, just slightly. enough to let her hear the truth in it, even if he can't bring himself to say it. " i see you. i choose you. i — " the words die on his tongue, but the sentiment blooms between them, unspoken, unyielding. a truth that can't be priced, or paved over — only welcomed & held close.

his gaze is a question, gentle & wide. almost afraid to look too deep, lest he drown in the sight of her. " you don't have to be whole to be wonderful, celeste. you just have to be true. to yourself. to me. to this — " a breath, shaky, held. " to us. "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI see you.

And so, the terror, is passed to her ; for what was to be seen, in all it's beauty, came too with an ugliness she could not hide. Fractures and fissures, filled with whatever gold she could scrape together, a desperate attempt to remain WHOLE AND MOVING. Yet, were it true — that he'd seen, for all she was, her — and decided to stay, still ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe'd thought herself, for far too long, damaged goods. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething unlovable, as the idealism was beaten into her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJust some wayward fortune teller.

He's close, dangerously, close, and her body betrays the swell of emotion she tries to hold back. Downy feathers, puff outward, 'round her neck and along her pelt alike. To bring forward, to pull and coax the best of others out of them ... it was a gift, and one she'd naught realized possessed. His hands, warm, gentle, coddle her own, and she cannot help but swallow.

❝ ... There's so much I want to tell you, ❞ A broken whisper, ❝ And every detail terrifies me ; for as much as you see — am I truly worth staying in this place for ..? Would you stay, if you knew everything ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Or, do you already ? ❞

The ache in her chest, only grows, spreads like a sickness, it's an agony she keeps close to herself. A suffering for a pariah, and only she. Only that, which was so strange and holy, it must be brought to the Earth again. That sliver of space, closed, as her forehead rests against his, lower lip trembling, her ears pulled low.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow could she explain, her divinity stripped ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow could he see, what was no longer there ?

❝ I've done so little, to deserve someone like you ... But I am so ... thankful, that around me, you don't want to hide. That you, as you are, want to be. That's all I'd ever ask for. ❞

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my most extreme weirdest kink is being wanted. my tamest kink is knife play

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asra huffs a laugh, quiet & fond, as he watches muriel hold the cat like it’s something sacred & not just another stray that’s wandered into his orbit like so many others before it. " mhm, " he hums, slipping closer, voice threaded with mischief. " clearly you’re the one being bothered here. "

he stops beside him, head tilting as he studies the scene — the way the little creature is already making itself comfortable in the crook of his arm. " you say that, but i think you like it, " asra murmurs, almost to the cat, but loud enough for muriel to hear. " they’re not just finding you, muriel. they’re choosing you. "

his gaze lifts, catching muriel’s with something quieter, softer. " & if you’re not careful, " he adds, a crooked smile curling at his lips, " you’re going to end up with a house full of them, & i’ll be forced to visit more often. strictly to help, of course. "

Muriel let out a low grumble as he tried to shuffle his foot away from the friendly cat. Not because he didn't enjoy the presence of animals, but because he didn't want it to get attached to him. It should be choosing to be with someone better than him.

"Hm," He grunted, "They find me everywhere."

He reached out and gingerly picked up the small animal. He could feel it purring softly against his palm as he held it close to his body where it would be secure and shielded from the elements. Nevermind that it was a sunny day. It wasn't as if he was looking for an excuse to hold a soft, fluffy animal or anything.

"We should find a place for them to stay where they will be safe... And not bothering me."

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also like. munday hehe.

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also ! i have my job interview / testing tomorrow, please send me good, positive vibes ! i really need this. <3

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being friends with me is rly just getting shipping rights. looks @ eurydice & celeste.

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guys my other blog kicked my ass can i just be chill & not format or will i be crucified.

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HONEEEEEEY, I'M HOME !

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asra leans across the counter, eyes wide with mock seriousness, fingers steepled like he’s about to deliver a prophecy instead of a punchline. " they said you snore, " he whispers, barely suppressing a grin. " like, really snore. cosmic vibrations, they called it. disrupted three constellations & a comet’s trajectory. " he snickers, pulling back just enough to dodge a possible swat. " but they also said you’re charming enough to get away with it. apparently, the stars are very forgiving when someone lights up a room like you do. " he taps the stack of books. " they’re still gossiping, by the way. "

one brow quirks as pink lips curve into a smile. she sets down a small stack of books upon the front counter, thankful tonight is slow for her family's shop. it gives her time to brush up on her studies -- and to spend with asra. " depends on what they said, " chiyo replies as she cocks her head to the side, gaze playful and narrow. " i've confessed plenty to the moon, so i'm kinda worried what the stars might've overheard. "

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@destisurge asked: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . muriel to asra

he gasps against muriel’s mouth — not from surprise, but from how hungry it is. how sure. there’s no prelude to it, no hesitant brush of fingers or lingering look. muriel kisses him like he’s claiming something long overdue. like someone dared to look at asra too long — & muriel saw it. felt it. answered it.

the kiss is all heat & hands & want, & it hits asra like a flame to dry leaves. he doesn’t resist — can’t. he’s already moving with it, into it, like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’s willing to admit. his fingers fist into the fabric of muriel’s collar, pulling him closer, grounding himself in the overwhelming gravity of it.

it’s possessive. primal. perfect.

he feels it in the way muriel’s mouth moves against his — no gentleness, no apology. just a need made physical. asra swears the world tilts. when they finally break apart, the space between them sparks like a live wire. asra is flushed, lips kiss - bitten & red, breath coming shallow. he blinks slow, lashes low, " . . . that wasn't very subtle, " he murmurs, voice breathless, velvet - rough. there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, curved like a crescent moon — but there’s nothing teasing in the way he looks at muriel now. only want.

& something softer. something devoted.

he leans in again, this time slower — deliberate — letting their breaths mingle, foreheads nearly touching. his nose brushes muriel’s. his voice, when he speaks again, is nothing more than a promise wrapped in silk. " but if that was your way of saying i’m yours . . . i heard you loud and clear. " he kisses him — not to provoke, not to challenge, but to answer. slow, tender, unshakably sure.

a seal. a vow. a matching claim.

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" types like me, " julian echoes, voice hoarse with a ghost of laughter, " always such a pain — i’ll admit, that’s fair. " he lets his head tip back, resting it against the wall with the kind of dramatic flair only someone barely clinging to consciousness would bother with. he should argue, probably. deflect again. insist that the pain is distant, dull, already fading — but tsugumi’s presence anchors him, steady in a way that makes the lies catch in his throat. " you’re warm, " he mutters without thinking, words softer now, too close to honest. " & alarmingly capable. " there’s that grin again — too tired to be sharp, but still trying.

a breath rattles out of him, and this time he doesn’t disguise it. " it does hurt, " he admits quietly, eyes flicking toward her. " but it’s easier to ignore when you’re here. " a pause. " so unless you’re planning to carry me like some damsel in distress — i’m going to borrow your leg a little longer. " his head turns, gray eyes slipping into hers, wry but grateful. " don’t suppose that kiss is still on the table ? "

❝ Don’t open doors you can’t close, doctor.❞ Tsugumi did not listen, sliding her arm beneath him for better support. She was steady—pillar tall and certain. If he weighed anything to her, it was not betrayed by the planes of her face—leveled into concern that was not overly emotional, however. Panic helped no one and Tsugumi had never been given to it. ❝ Keep brushin’ me off and you’re gonna end up with a concussion. I watched you tilt, d’you think I’m stupid?❞

Tsugumi shifted closer, gaze flitting over where the gash was. ❝ Even if it heals, can’t say I give a shit. It hurts, doesn’t it? At least don’t force yourself to take the entire weight of it. God, types like you are always such a pain. Hackin’ up a lung and swearin’ up and down it’s just a cough.❞She was not a woman easily dissuaded, carefully angling herself and her leg to better prop him up until the tremors passed. She didn’t want to risk transporting him and aggravating the wound. Being a makeshift cot would have to suffice.

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ONE DAY, when enough time has passed that your gravestone is naught but rubble, children will pluck flowers from your grave, braiding them into crowns and dancing in the sun. though they will not know it, you will have made them smile. you will have made them happy, and that is a comfort to you, isn't it? despite being a burden most of your life, you will be the reason someone smiles, even if you aren't alive to see it.

so live. live and create something beautiful while you are still here. do not be so afraid of what lies outside this garden; do not be so afraid of what lies within. every rose has its thorns, yet it is still admired, is it not? you are just as worthy of that admiration. do not forget. do not despair. this garden is a cage, a grave, but it needn't remain that way.

QUIETLYBLOOMS is a multi-verse oc blog, studying the struggle to love oneself and how our relationships impact that journey. verses featured are lads/lnd, mha, jjk, and modern fantasy -- maybe more! loved by bel, 28, and she/her.

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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new hubbby deserves a  new draw

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me, in public, talking to a crow: hi ominous shadow bird! are you a harbinger? I bet you are! what a good little harbinger of death you are!