#e/os safe spaces

[ronnierosest]

HC: the twins notice e/o’s emotions and are less guarded with e/o. A brief moment of unconditional acceptance.

(If blurry click on pic)

[fo-submissions-cafe]

It's on the house~!

Who am I?

Hello, my name is Flor (aka @tastee-caffeine)! I'm the owner of this wonderful cafe themed blog!

I am an 18+ selfshipper who wants to spread around some glitter of whimsy, edible glitter of course! and environment friendly too don't worry unless you prefer confetti, I have those as well!

my signoff is ❔💐!!

pronouns are she/they/it, I am uranic! my birthday is on 9th of April!

About the blog:

now you may ask what this is all about? well let me answer! this blog is mainly used for F/Os to gush about their yumes/selfshipper! this is hugely inspired by @/foposting on twitter/X!

why did I make it? for the whimsy and fun of course!

do I roleplay? I do! without the sign off, that means I'm in roleplay mode!

and now for the dividers, they are humblr provided by the following below! @/ianrkives, @/enchanthings-a, @/rosaris, @/stranger-graphics, @/thecutestgrotto, @/anitalenia, @/kodaswrld, @/sisterlucifer, @/sweetmelodygraphics, @/popmilky, @/mikeybuns, @/bernardsbendystraws, @/edenspoem

The rules for this cafe are of the following:

🍪 please post your submissions in english as I am mainly an english speaker, if english is not your first language you may need to use a translator!

🍪 do not post or send negativity in this blog, I will delete anything remotely related to such acts as that will not be tolerated around here

🍪 take note to NOT mention the F/O or yume/selfshipper by name for the sake of keeping privacy, varied details can be provided, but other than that no name reveals!

🍪 do not send inappropriate asks, suggestive is fine, but full n/sf/w will be deleted on spot!

🍪 if you participate in proshipping of any variety, please refrain from interacting with this blog.

🍪 venting is allowed but keep things light, take example from other posts when F/Os mention their partners feeling a spike in depression or anxiety or anything else!

🍪 it is advised to use the inboxes correctly! the ask inbox is used for prompts, F/O submissions, and questions while the submissions box is mainly used for F/O submissions and prompts alone!

🍪 and finally. be whimsical, have fun, and stay safe!

Taglines used for organization:

☕ #f/o submission or #f/o submissions - self explained

☕ #selfshipper submission or yume submission - just incase!

☕ #cafe questions - answering ooc questions

☕ #cafe admin talks - for updates/announcements/anything else!

☕ #cafe roleplays - for roleplay posts!

LIST OF REGULARS

SONA REF SHEET

INBOXES ARE OPEN!

incase the links do not work, please go to these instead!

[creads]

Divaaa, tava pensando aqui em como seria se o Fernando contigiani fosse conhecer os pais da lobinha e depois de um jantar eles fossem pro quarto dela dando uns pegas mas sem poder fazer barulho sabeee

tô imaginando isso a dias e queria q vc escrevesse como seriaa

Amo seu conteúdo bjs

pensei em uma coisa aqui 💭💭💭 (um pouquinho diferente da rota de conhecer os pais da namorada me perdoe im just a girl)

a leitora e o fernando são vizinhos, os dois moram num condomínio e são bem burgueses safados mesmo: fazem faculdade particular que os pais bancam e quando se formarem vão trabalhar na empresa do papai. o fernando tá quase se formando no mesmo curso que a lobinha faz, mas ela ainda tá no segundo ou terceiro período. um dia ela comenta que tá com muita dificuldade em uma matéria durante o jantar e o pai dela automaticamente pensa no fernando pra ajudar ela, já que ele é amigo da família dele e o fernando é o bom moço™️.

pois bem, o fernando começa a dar aulas particulares pra leitora, e com duas aulas a nossa diva já entendeu tudo, mas mesmo assim eles continuam marcando e ele continua indo na casa dela com a desculpa de dar aula, pq gostaram da companhia um do outro. e a leitora acha ele um baita gostoso então fala pro pai dela que ainda tá com dificilculdade

as aulas acontecem no quarto dela, na mesinha dela: os dois sentados em cadeiras lado a lado cheio de papéis espalhados pela mesa, e eles conversam e riem horrores enquanto os pais dos dois acham que estão estudando. até que um dia ele comenta de uma menina que ele ficava que não deixa ele em paz, bem metidinho e nariz em pé, sabe? e a leitora fica tipo 😴😴tá aham. e ele fica tipo uai? eu sei das minhas qualidades queridinha!!!! e ela ah meu filho tá bom… e aí ele pergunta “quer ver?” enquanto puxa a cadeira dela pra mais perto, vai subindo com a mão pela coxa devagarinho.

e ele não decepciona mesmo mores é a dedada of a lifetime mas nossa querida loba também é super nariz em pé e enquanto tá levando finge que isso pra ela é normal, igual os outros caras que ela fica (não é). e fernando que não é bobo nem inocente, no momento que ela tá quaaaase gozando tira os dedos, faz ela limpar com a boca e depois dá um beijo, e diz “eu até ia te mostrar hoje, mas ‘cê é muito metidinha… fica pra amanhã”.

e meus amores nós sabemos que quando o homem canta muita vantagem assim é raramente lá essas coisas mas como aqui é nosso safe space pra ser delulu… quando o amanhã chega, o fernando chega com a maior cara lavada justamente no horário do jantar, e como seus pais adoram ele (quem não adora? ele é um menino tão bom…) chamam ele pra jantar. e ele faz QUESTÃO de bater papos super longos com seu pai na mesa sabendo que você tá quase desmaiando de tanta vontade dele terminar o que começou ontem. e quando vocês finalmente vão pro quarto, ele te come na mesa e tampa sua boca com a mão 🤚🏻 ✋🏻 DESTE tamanho enquanto franze o cenho te zoando por estar tão molhada e gemendo tanto por ele

vou deixar essas fotos aqui pq pra mim essa é a skin de fernando metidinho e malvado (quem falou sobre isso um dia aqui corroeu minha mente, pague pelos seus crimes!! PEOPLE DIED!!)

[hansolsticio]

eu te entendo e concordo, soso!!! o que me deixou puta não foi a parte de ser multifandom não e, sim ela querer menosprezar o amor dos carats que são multifandom

tem carat de tudo quanto é tipo (como você mesma disse), a forma como ela disse isso “carat não tem o svt como prioridade” e ainda dizer que era por isso que o svt não ganhava nada no mama e blá blá blá… porque como não são top 1 acaba que os carats multifandom votam nos favs e deixam o svt de lado… assim num tom menosprezando quem é multifandom, sabe?! E ainda menosprezando o próprio carat dizendo que temos o svt como segunda, terceira opção… e que somos um fandom PEQUENO

(não sei se tô consigo expressar tamanha indignação através das minhas palavras)

entra ano e sai ano e sempre em época de mama tem essa discussão (independente do fandom) de “sou mais fã que a ou b porque eu voto/votei e blá blá blá”, “se é fã de verdade porque não vota?”, “nessas horas que vemos quem apoia os membros de verdade”…

cara… eu faço faculdade e trabalho e outras responsabilidades que tenho, ser adulto é tomar no cu todo dia sem lubrificante… não tenho tempo para votar… por isso sou menos carat?! vai para porra!!!

ai soso, fiquei putassa com isso, se eu tivesse outra realidade ficaria o dia inteiro no x votando no mama, mas eu não nasci herdeira tenho que trabalhar igual jegue carregando lenha para ter filhos herdeiros… é bem diferente 🤡🤡🤡

considerações finais:

1. aqui é um safe space sempre, agradecida por sempre dar um espacinho para eu (e outros) abrir o coração

2. juro que não tô cagando regra para nada, só acredito que seria mais fácil se cada um pudesse expressar o amor e ser fã dentro das suas realidades, sem que isso seja usado para “medir o tamanho do amor”

3. carats que conseguem fazer mutirão e tudo mais, obrigada tá?! vocês são uns nenés, amo vocês!!! vocês tem um lugarzinho especial na igreja do padre shua 🩵🩷

eu por outro lado preciso ir lá me confessar, vontade de tacar gasolina naquela amada… ademais, a paz mundial

aka ☕️

mas real, isso de fandom só dá dor de cabeça. cafezinho! por isso larguei o twitter KKKKKKK

[sklives]

SasuKarin PlayList 🎶

And some retrospective of my ordered commissions and some edits, maybe

PREVIOUS << 8 / 10 >> NEXT

Basically, just to promote a little more my playlist, I will explain the reasons for choosing those expecific songs.

Link here >>> [ X ]

I will post every day at this same time 21:00, Brazil time.

This analysis, and the songs, are how I see their dynamic, both, in the canon manga (with the databooks) and in an AU where the writing would be favorable for the endgame, a narrative that all of us as SasuKarin stans agree with.

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO✨

20) Destino by Lucas Lucco

Another Brazilian song guuuuys. 🇧🇷

The lyrics is about destiny. The lyric self said how much things work out for them to be together, but at the same time he says they didn't know how to love each other because they couldn't handle their own mistakes.

Que a gente estragou tudo

That we ruined everything

Porque pensamos tanto em ser perfeitos

By point out our mistakes so much

E os perfeitos não sabem amar

And the perfects ones didn't know how to love

A gente estragou tudo

We ruined everything

Por apontarmos tanto os nossos erros

To point out our mistakes

E os erros vão sempre estar aqui

And the mistakes will aways be there

Kishi created a solid background for their relationship to become cannon, they share a lot of things but in the opposite direction we saw that Sasuke's revenge and Karin’s behavior was the ultimate reason for them not being together. He was blind by the hatred and even though she loved him so much, she had to step away to give him space and to give herself a safe space to heal and think about everything.

Não foi amor

It wasn't love

E o que faltou?

And what was missing?

Foi o que então? Não me pergunte não

What was it then? Don't ask me

At the end they ask themselves what was missing for their love to work? Because it wasn't a lack of love and Even if they know the reason, they try to ignore it.

21) Should have been us by Tori Kelly (Cover by Travis Atreo)

This one follow the same line as the other. Here the lyric self is questioning himself what happened, why things didn't worked even though everything was set to work out, to be great together.

Thinking it could be different

But maybe we missed it yea

Thinking it could be different

It could, it could

It should've been us

Shoulda been a fire, shoulda been the perfect storm

It should've been us

Coulda been the real thing, now we'll never know for sure, ooh

We were crazy, but amazing, baby we both know

It should've been us, us

The lyrics express the pain and frustration of looking back and realizing that, despite all the signs that it could have been a true and intense love, the couple couldn't make it work, they lost something precious.

22) Sanctuary by Welshly Arms

Oh my I love this one.

This song is about support each other and build a place where they can find peace and comfort, and all this is possible because they share a lot of things.

We share this hurt, we share the pain

All of our dirt is washed in the rain

We've walked that road, we've felt that shame

Times, they are changin'

This is our sanctuary

We can find shelter and peace

This is our sanctuary

You are, you are safe with me

I love this song because has 3 moments. Its began with the first person I and then in the second moment it goes to the second person You reinforcing the idea that there is a recognition that both suffered from the same thing and that they are there to provide shelter for each other.

And the third is the one I put above, the We.

Throughout the song there's a conversation and I think that's perfect.

The song bring the felling of a restart in life when the lyric says about the rain and and about time to say that things will be better.

[irideseant]

We got t)(roug)( my deat)(! 🥳

I )(ope -Eri is okay... I reely do feel lig)(t)(earted aboat it. I tried to keep it lig)(t, I dunno... T)(ey )(ad to go and it's getting late 38( So we didn't get to talk about it muc)(...

On t)(e ot)(er fin: I... )(aaaaaate. My. I guess. Lack of respect of prifis)(y. I understand t)(at I was 13. And probubbly pretty isolated for a long time. But WOW! It made me SUP--ER uncomfortabubble to watc)( me air out all of Sollux's feelfins like that 38(! T)(ose are spes)(ell and private!!! It feels really yucky 38( I'd like to believe I'd never, but again I was really young and probably genuinely didn't conc)(sider or understand w)(y someone would want to keep t)(eir eelings private (pirate? Is t)(at a stretc)(?) "We're all fronds! It's fine!"

Bu)(... I wanna make it up to )(im... I'm s)(ore )(e won't care but still! It's important to me... I wanna be )(is safe space!

I )(ave some more t)(oug)(ts, but I'll leave it )(ere for now. T)(ey're still kinda spoilers and -Eri follows this blog now ()(i silly!!! 👋) I'm stewing on the aftermat)(, for future me. Because I will probably forget w)(at I was referring to 🫣

[cheolcam]

guiazinho sobre meu blog!

♡ podem me chamar de duda ou dudinha, cliquem no meu carrd pra saber mais

♡ meu blog original é @hyuckhoon, mas alguns problemas aconteceram, então estarei usando essa conta e minhas obras antigas continuarão na conta antiga, e na minha conta do spirit que é @/richchenle.

♡ os pedidos estão fechados! porém às vezes eu aceito sugestões, tudo depende da minha vontade de escrever.

♡ escrevo com os grupos: seventeen e nct, mas você pode encontrar outros aqui também!

♡ existem alguns membros com quem eu não escrevo, por motivos diversos (renjun, wayv, woozi, the8 e seungkwan), mas isso pode mudar futuramente.

♡ sempre leia os avisos antes de começar a ler o post.

♡ kinks que eu escrevo frequentemente: daddy kink, sexo desprotegido, dumbification, dacryphilia, e mais...

♡ as asks estão sempre abertas!

masterlist geral

espero que vocês se sintam em casa no meu safe space que estou tentando reconstruir ♡

xoxo, duda.

[dollechan]

este é um safe space para os que gostam de rebel heart do ive e n tolerarei nenhuma menção a plágio aq

[wasirauhlpsds]

Important information!

Hello everyone! I just wanted to stop by to say a few things

WASIRAUHLPSDS was created in 2012 by me (Júlia) when I was a teenager. For many years this tumblr was my safe space, I met so many wonderful people here, I had so much fun and I learned a lot as well! Unfortunately we all grow up and life happens. I'm not a teenager anymore, my biggest worries today are not picking the photos I'm going to be using on my previews or what kind of PSD I'm going to make, I have bigger responsabilities now and I don't have time, I don't have the motivation to make PSDs anymore and I'm speaking in behalf of all the members here. We have our own homes now, our routine, real jobs etc etc

Throughout these twelve years we posted A LOT, we gained a lot of followers, some are here since the beggining of everything. I'm so thankful for all the notes, all the reblogs, all the likes and especially all the love you guys has showed us. I'm really thankful for all of you. Like I said, this tumblr was my safe space for so long and it helped me a lot as I was growing up.

You guys probably noticed that some of out links are down and I'm doing my best to re-upload mine (/tagged/ju). Unfortunately I don't have access to the other members PSDs and we don't have any contact anymore so I apologize but there's nothing I can do about their download links. And I'm really sorry for all the unanswered asks, there's a lot and since I'm the only one (i think) that stills logs here I can't keep up with everything. I also wanted to let you all know that we don't have any photoshop links that are working and we won't be uploading any ps links anymore.

Thank you again for all the love and support you guys has showed us throughout these twelve years, it really meant a lot!

This is not a goodbye. I'm still here, every now and then I log to reblog new psds and tutorials, answer a few asks (few free to ask) and maybe post some psds idk. I just wanted to make some things clear since there were A LOT of asks.

Love you guys! Thank you!

PORTUGUÊS

Olá pessoal! Eu queria passar aqui para esclarecer algumas coisas

WASIRAUHLPSDS foi criado em 2012 por mim (Júlia) quando eu ainda era adolescente. Por muito anos esse tumblr foi "meu porto seguro", eu conheci tanta gente incrível aqui, me diverti muito e também aprendi muito! Infelizmente a gente cresce e a vida acontece. Eu não sou mais adolescente (chorando) e atualmente as minhas maiores preocupações não são quais fotos vou escolher para fazer as previews ou que tipo de PDS vou fazer, hoje tenho responsabilidades maiores e eu não tenho tempo e nem motivação para fazer PSD e eu digo isso em nome dos outros membros também. A gente tem nossas próprias casas agora, nossa rotina, trabalho etc etc

Ao longo desses doze anos nós postamos MUITO, ganhamos muitos seguidores e alguns estão aqui desde o começo de tudo. Sou muito grata por todos os notes, todos os reblogs, todos os likes e especialmente todo amor que vocês nos deram. Sou muito grata por todos vocês. Como eu disse, esse tumblr foi meu porto seguro por muito tempo e me ajudou muito enquanto eu crescia e descobria a vida.

Vocês provavelmente notaram que alguns dos nossos links não estão funcionando mais e eu to tentando upar novamente os meus (/tagged/ju). Infelizmente eu não tenho acesso aos PSDs dos outros membros and perdi o contato com a maioria então eu peço desculpas mas em relação aos PSDs deles não há nada que eu possa fazer. Peço desculpa pelas asks não respondidas, tem muitas e eu sou a única que ainda entra aqui (eu acho) e eu não consigo acompanhar tudo. Outra coisa que eu queria dizer é que nenhum dos links que temos do photoshop estão funcionando e não iremos mais postar nenhum link de ps.

Obrigada mais uma vez por todo amor e apoio que vocês tem nos dado durante esses doze anos, significou muito para todos nós.

Isso não é um adeus. Eu ainda estou aqui, de vez em quando eu entro e reblogo algum PSD ou tutorial, respondo algumas asks (fiquem a vontade para perguntar, eu demoro um pouco mas respondo) e talvez quem sabe postar alguns PSDs. Eu só queria esclarecer algumas coisas porque tinha MUITAS asks.

Obrigada pessoal! Amamos vocês!

[orquideamour]

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ENGLISH VER.

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1 . . . please, be respectful, not just with me but with my followers and other blogs of this community. I will not accept any type of rude behavior or tolerance of beliefs I share here. This is a safe space for my and my followers.

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2 . . . make sure that you tried to find the answer that you are looking for before sending me an ask. Also, mind you that I'm not a coach, I'm just sharing what I've learned, so don't spam my inbox, wanting guides to manifest cause I will delete it. I have my own life. I almost forgot, don't ask me anything about "void". Please respect my boundaries.

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3 . . . don't be shy to ask for help. As I said, I'll not be coaching you or answering basic questions that can be resolved by reading what I repost/post or recommend. However, if you're still confused on a specific topic, I'll be happy to help you!

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4 . . . Although I've been studying the law for so long and Neville's teachings, I still consider myself a learner. I write posts from by point of view, aka my personal trial, mistakes, and epiphanies. I may not have all the answers you're looking for, that's why I always recommend everyone read Neville's books. Btw doesn't mean I'll not give my best to help you 𖹭

PORTUGUESE VER.

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1 . . . por favor, seja respeitoso, não apenas comigo, mas com meus seguidores e outros blogs desta comunidade. Não aceitarei nenhum tipo de comportamento rude ou tolerância de crenças que compartilho aqui. Este é um espaço seguro para mim e meus seguidores.

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2 . . . certifique-se de que você tentou encontrar a resposta que está procurando antes de me enviar uma pergunta. Além disso, lembre-se de que não sou coach, estou apenas compartilhando o que aprendi, então não envie spam para minha caixa de entrada, pedindo tutorial de como manifestar, porque eu vou deletar. Eu tenho minha própria vida. Quase esqueci, não me pergunte nada sobre "vazio". Por favor, respeite meus limites.

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3 . . . não tenha vergonha de pedir ajuda. Como eu disse, não vou te orientar nem responder perguntas básicas que podem ser resolvidas lendo o que eu reposto/posto ou recomendo. No entanto, se você ainda estiver confuso sobre um tópico específico, ficarei feliz em ajudar!

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4 . . . Embora eu tenha estudado a lei por tanto tempo e os ensinamentos de Neville, ainda me considero uma aprendiz. Escrevo posts do meu ponto de vista, aka minha experiência pessoal, erros e epifanias. Posso não ter todas as respostas que você está procurando, é por isso que sempre recomendo a todos que leiam os livros de Neville. Porém, isso não significa que não darei o meu melhor para ajudar você 𖹭

[kiddonath]

Welcome to my safe space!

➞Nathaniel෴ ele/dele

17y + age dreamer/age regressor(5-10)

⋆͙̈Informações básicas sobre mim:

Prefiro manter minha identidade anônima, mas você pode me chamar de Nathan! Tenho 17 anos (faço aniversário dia 3 de janeiro). Sou extremamente introvertido e possuo muita dificuldade com interações sociais, se possível use indicadores de tom comigo (Sou autista, tdah e dislexico).

Prático age dreaming e age regression a quase dois anos para lidar com traumas e estresse, mas ainda sinto muita vergonha desse meu lado e me sinto meio humilhado por fazer isso, estou aprendendo a lidar e aceitar esse meu lado mais vulnerável.

Falo apenas português BR(sou do Brasil), tenho dificuldade com outras línguas então tenha paciência se for conversar comigo em alguma língua sem ser o português BR. Meus hobbies são assistir animes e desenhos animados, jogar videogame, ouvir músicas e ler mangás/comics.

⋆͙̈Mais informações:

Me chame somente pelos pronomes masculinos, uso apenas ele/dele. Sou um garoto trans, bissexual e aroace, lido muito com disforia de gênero então por favor respeite meus pronomes.

Sou neurodivergente e às vezes eu não vou estar no meu melhor dia, tenha paciência comigo e não me julgue se eu demorar muito para responder ou escrever algo errado, escrever é uma tarefa um tanto difícil as vezes, textos muito longos costumam me sobrecarregar então se possível divida as informações para ficar mais fácil para mim ler.

Essa conta é meu espaço seguro onde vou falar das coisas que gosto, de forma alguma tolerarei fetiches ou práticas que envolvam infância e abusos! Se você pratica ou é a favor, essa conta não é para você. Respeite meus limites.

⋆͙̈Meus interesses e hiperfocos:

➪Animes:

Boku no Hero, Blue Lock, Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, Hunter x Hunter, Kuroshitsuji, Toilet-bound Hanako-kun, pokémon, Naruto(clássico), Castlevania, Blue period, Gokushufudou: Tatsu Imortal, Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo Revengers, Sk8 the infinit, Vanitas no carte, etc.

➪Filmes:

Castelo animado, Suzume, Jurassic park, Bubble, Palavras que borbulham como refrigerante, Homem aranha(todos os filmes), Batman(todos os filmes), Wish: o poder dos desejos, Deadpool(todos os filmes), Planeta do tesouro, Peter pan, etc.

➪Desenhos/séries:

Arcane, Percy Jackson e os Olimpianos, Patrulha Canina, A casa do Mickey, Bluey, Ursinho Pooh(qualquer coisa envolvendo ele), Jake e os piratas da terra do nunca, Miles do amanhã, The Owl House, Voltron, etc.

➪Mangas/Comics:

Haunted Eyes, The guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all(TGSWIIWAGAA), Junji Ito(qualquer manga), Comics da DC e da Marvel no geral, Cherry Crush, School Bus Graveyard, etc.

➪Jogos:

Omori, Minecraft(hiperfoco), Fnaf, Sally face, Undertale, Genshin Impact, Dead Plate, Married in Red, Elevator Hitch, The Secret Of Myers, League of Legends, The Last Of Us, etc.

➪Coisas "aleatórias":

Dinossauros, tubarões, vida marinha no geral, astronomia, psicologia, animais no geral, Ordem Paranormal, etc.

⋆͙̈Dni (leia antes de seguir):

•-13/+24;

•Age play, kink, nsfw, gore explícito e +18;

•Anti age(d)re, petre;

•Racista, trans/homofóbico, xenofóbico, capacitista;

•Romantiza abuso ou problemas mentais;

•Fetichiza casais lgbt+;

•Loli/shotacons;

•Sfw kink;

•Conta dupla (nsfw e sfw)

•Apoia ageplay e/ou fetichiza infância/itens infantis;

•Posta conteúdo que pode causar gatilhos sem aviso(Tw);

•Ed/sh.

》Não encha meu saco sobre meu DNI !!

⋆͙̈Contas em outras redes sociais:

Tiktok: @kiddonath

Twitter (x): @kiddonath_

Wattpad: @kiddonath

Tumblr: @kiddonath

[snuggle-fangs]

Safe Space

My F/Os x Self Insert Reader.

[I've had a really rough day and my entire mood has took a full nose dive as my anxiety and depression is overtaking me. I'm thankful that my beloved F/Os are here, I need the warmth and comfort they bring🥺]

The sky opened up above the heads of the people out and about, rain lashing down upon anyone who was brave enough or if you love the rain to stay out in this weather. Those who wore their best hardy raincoat and carried a sturdy umbrella were not deterred by the downpour. Those who forgot theirs could be seen dashing about the streets, pulling up their hoodies or best business jackets in an attempt to stay dry while some used newspapers or magazines.

I, on the other hand carried no umbrella nor newspaper. I had a good coat on me, but I didn't bother to pull up the hood to shield my already soaked hair from the rain, I just walked on through the streets of London, my mind far away and yet I was still coherent enough to dodge passers-by who were seeking shelter from the weather. I passed through crowds of people by the bus stop with unnatural ease, as if I was a wayward spirit just passing through people, no one saw me and if they did happen to look at me they paid me no heed and looked the other way.

Was I one of those rain loving few, braving the downpour? To be truthfully honest, I don't mind the rain but I would still dress appropriately and take care not to get wet. So why was I walking around in torrential rain without the hood of the coat pulled up?

Today I had some family relatives visiting me from my home country, just across the pond. They were staying at a local hotel and wanted to meet me. I happily obliged, even took my beloveds along to get acquainted. Everything was going very well honestly, hell we even took them to see some museums and even to see Buckingham Palace. Everything was going so well. Until today.

I went alone to have breakfast with them at one of the diners. Alfie and Thomas were away attending to business while Danny was called away to help in the planning of the next big score with Mickey and the gang. I didn't mind, seeing as my family got familiar with my sweethearts for the last 5 days and would understand why they weren't with me today. So I went alone to have breakfast with the family. Things started off smoothly, until I said I couldn't come visit them back at home next weekend because I would be away in Scotland with my beloveds for a little holiday of sorts.

The table had fallen very silent, until my Aunt spoke. "What about after your holiday?" Asked my Aunt. I informed them that I couldn't either because I would back working and I already had a few times off because of a wedding and a friend's birthday party, I couldn't dare ask my boss for another off day. He'd been generous enough already, me and him are on very good terms. Besides, I had a friend's wedding coming up and there was girls getaway to Wales too coming up. I couldn't make it, I'd be too exhausted.

After telling them this, my Aunt started and soon the whole table erupted into chaos. It sounded like a room full of politicians, one side calling me out as "too busy for family" "shouldn't have moved to another country" "selfish" and "loves her men more than time with the family" and the other side defending me, saying "it's her life" "she'll visit when she has time" "her boys have been kind to us for showing us around London" and "you always start this Aunt!". I tried to get them to quieten down as we were in public and people who were already trying to have a peaceful breakfast were staring at the table, a mix of curiosity, disgust and sympathy.

I was so overwhelmed and so mortified by the behaviour, I just got up, said my goodbyes and left. Some of the family members called after me, some shouted insults and jeers. My anxiety was on overdrive, followed by the tidal wave of depression already washing over as I made my way back to the flat that I shared with my beloved Brits.

I eventually reached the street where our flat was. The sky had darkened so much some houses and flats had lights on inside. I saw the soft, orange glow of light inside the flat as I walked up to the door. My zombie walk home in the cold rain had numbed my legs that moving made it feel uncomfortable, especially in my knees. My fingers were ice cold as I opened the door and walked inside, a blast of warmth welcoming me as I closed the door and called out to one of my boys. One of them had to be home because the lights were on inside and so was the heat.

"I'm upstairs love! Hang on I'm coming down!" Cried the voice of Danny Blue. I began hanging up my coat as Danny came downstairs, followed by the dogs. I gave him a soft smile though it felt like I was forcing it. Danny took in the sight of me, drenched to the bone except for my shirt which was dry as it was covered by my coat, except for my legs, hands, face and hair.

"Don't tell me you walked home through that flood out there! Were the taxis busy or something?" Asked Danny. I shook my head.

"No. I just....I just didn't feel like calling a taxi. So yeah, I walked home" I Said softly, desperately wishing the crack in my voice away. I could feel the tears welling up as fought against the urge to cry. Danny's face was full of concern as he moved closer to me, he placed a hand on my shoulder and I slowly turned to him, face hidden by some of my hair.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Asked Danny as he brushed away the hair from my face, taking in my watery eyes. "Oh love, what happened?" Asked Danny, concern in his voice. I sniffled, trying to will my voice to be strong, instead it came out meek and teary.

"Some of my relatives they....they weren't happy with me not going to visit them...I told them I was busy...so much stuff coming up I thought.....I thought they'd understand.....but....but" I Whimpered tearfully before letting out a choked sob as Danny pulled me into a hug. I buried my face into his chest and cried. Danny held on to me, holding me close and tight.

In between the sobs I told the story and how nasty they got. I told him that some family members did stand up for me but the vile words and insults thrown at me as I left was what hurt me most of all. Danny listened intently, he could feel his anger bubbling.

"How dare they turn around and say those things?! After we took them out to museums, a nice day in the park for lunch and even treated them a nice dinner and then turn around and say those things behind our backs! And insulting our little dove? One things for sure, Alfie and Tommy are not going be happy about this" Thought Danny as he rubbed soothing circles on my back, calming me and bringing me back.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm love. I'll put the kettle on, have a nice cup of tea and then it's on to some pampering for you" Said Danny, placing a kiss on my forehead. The gesture made me smile a little. As I went upstairs, Danny said something that made me giggle a little.

"Alfie and Tommy will definitely blow their top about this though! Please help me hold them back!" Said Danny, grinning. I giggled and promised I will try.

I dressed into some cute, fluffy Cinnamonroll pjs and got my Pusheen slippers on. The feeling of the soft fleece around me made me feel just that little more better while also easing away the icy thorns of hurt on my heart that little bit.

I made my way downstairs to the living room where our dogs Scooter, Moonbeam and Cyril were curled up next to the fire. My cat Princess sat upon her cat perch Thomas got her last Christmas, taking one of her usual cat naps, somewhat thankful for the bad weather as it meant I couldn't take her for a walk. I sat down on the sofa, Danny was in the kitchen making the tea.

"Tommy called five minutes ago. He said he's on his way home with Alfie. Two sugars love?" Asked Danny.

"Yes Danny thank you" I Replied smiling softly. I curled myself up, wondering how Thomas and Alfie will react. But I wouldn't blame them if they got angry with my family relatives. Thomas was a gentleman with them, offering to pay for meals and even booked the tours of the museums. Alfie was very welcoming and acted like a tour guide, showing them the best spots to eat and the sights. And Danny was a loveable and always cracking jokes, making my uncles laugh and even playing billiards or darts with them at the pub. My boys were perfect gentlemen.

The sadness crept up on me as the door to our flat opened and in walked Alfie and Thomas. I didn't hear their car come up outside, I was so lost in my own racing mind. The two walked in and already Thomas felt something was off, especially when he saw the sadness in my eyes.

"What's happened?" Asked Thomas concerned. When Danny served our tea the boys sat down and I told them everything. Thomas was quiet along with Alfie but you could tell he was getting angry. Alfie just listened intently, though you couldn't tell he was angry but you could imagine the cogs moving in his head. Danny sat, glancing between Thomas quietly fuming with anger and Alfie silently thinking of some harsh words for some of the toxic members of my family.

I explained to them that some of my family members stood up for me but my uncles, two cousins and aunt were the ones that started and were the toxic ones. After I told my story, I awaited their thoughts on the matter.

"How dare they, fucking say those things to you. How dare they! I have a mind to go to the hotel and call them out on their shit" Said Thomas gritting his teeth.

"Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm prioritising my work too much. And I've been out a lot with friends, I mean there's a wedding coming up along with a girls getaway trip to Wales. Maybe I should just cancel, hopefully I can get my boss to give me some time off" I Said softly, tears welling up again as I heard my inner critic yelling at me, echoing the words my aunt called me as I left the diner.

"You're a real selfish bitch!"

Alfie cleared his throat and spoke. "No 'ove. You are not at fault. You are a hard worker. You are diligent and very reliable, always ready to lend a hand and your boss knows this. That's why you and him are on good terms" Said Alfie.

"Yeah we even got invited to dinner with his family" Said Danny grinning. Alfie nodded and continued.

"And don't listen to the critic you got inside your head, right? Don't go cancelling plans just so you can please those brain dead fuckers that don't appreciate you. They are jealous of how far you've come and how well you're doing" Said Alfie. I smiled and nodded. Alfie's words were true. Thomas came over and pressed a kiss to my hand.

"You are better than them love" Said Thomas softly. I sniffled and nodded.

"I am. Thank you boys. Thank you so much" I Said smiling tearfully as my three Brits embraced me in a big, loving hug that I melted into. Feeling safe and loved.

That evening Thomas ordered some takeout for us. A large pepperoni pizza, 3 burgers, a bag of chicken tenders, chips, a pot of curry sauce and garlic sauce and a large coke. We curled up together on the couch, Alfie had got me down a few of my Squishmallows to hold since it was comforting to me. We were binge watching some "Faulty Towers" and episodes of "Murder Maps".

Here I was, held and cuddled by my three lovely Brits, snuggled with Ronnie the cow Squishmallow, good food and tv surrounded by our furry pets in our warm, cosy little London flat on a rainy night. No more bad thoughts, no worries. Just the feeling loved and protected, a safe place.

Hope you enjoyed the story and I was glad to write it as it made me feel better❤️ I do apologise for it being long though���� Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Have a lovely day❤️👍

[creads]

Diva como tu acha que os meninos seriam com a leitora numa situação em que ela tenha uma relação complicada com a mãe que uma hora é super tranquila e na moitra tudo que a leitora fala e faz a mãe leva como um ataque a si, uma relação onde tratamento de silêncio é regra e a leitora acha q é normal e os meninos estranham até entender de onde vem

oii diva lobinha!! acho que seria mais ou menos assim:

pipe e matias: como são os mais novinhos, me passam uma energia de hiperativos e “menos sérios” em comparação com os mais velhos. então acho que quando eles percebessem que você tem essa mania de ficar quieta e meio introspectiva depois de uma ligação com a mãe, eles iam logo em cima com o objetivo de te distrair, mesmo se fosse uma coisa bem calminha, fazendo um cafuné, carinho nas costas. depois, quando vissem que você tá menos retraída, falariam que se você quiser desabafar com eles, pra ficar a vontade. sinto que eles ficariam um pouco com o pé atrás de perguntar o motivo com medo de te pressionar ou deixar você desconfortável, iam deixar você se sentir à vontade pra falar quando quiser, por conta própria. e quando eles descobrissem a fonte de tudo isso, iam te confortar, e ficariam quietinhos (milagre) pra ouvir você desabafar.

kuku, enzo e fernando: além dos três serem mais velhos, todos me passam uma energia de pessoas calmas e meio pragmáticas em relação a problemas pessoais. diferentemente dos mais novos, eles iam te encorajar a falar o que aconteceu, iam criar um safe space pra que você se sentisse a vontade em falar sobre seus problemas pessoais. e eles iam te escutar a noite inteira se fosse preciso, ou se você preferisse, iam só estar lá por você: te deitariam nos braços deles e ficariam fazendo carinho. a questão deles serem mais pragmáticos em relação a isso é pelo fato deles sentirem que não podem ajudar muito nisso, então iam te encorajar a procurar meios mais tradicionais pra poder trabalhar isso, como ir numa terapia, por exemplo

[autodiagnosticada]

🩺 Emotional Diagnostic No. 1677 – Post-Traumatic Self-Expression Rebellion™

🧬 Diagnosis: You were once bullied for existing with too much sparkle. Now your 30s are a stage for every version of yourself they tried to erase.

📉 Common Symptoms: – Wearing what feels right, not what feels safe – Existing loudly in spaces that once muted you – Using your cringe as a tool of power

💊 Symbolic Prescription: – Celebrate your old wounds by turning them into aesthetic weapons – Do one thing daily your 15-year-old self thought was too dangerous to dream – Say: “I’m still here. And shinier.”

✅ Diagnosis Confirmed 💌 You have full permission to be annoyingly authentic and gloriously visible

— @autodiagnosticada

🩺 Autodiagnóstico nº 1677 – Síndrome da Vingança Existencial Estética™

🧬 Diagnóstico: Você foi punida por existir com brilho demais. Agora os 30 são palco para todas as versões que quiseram apagar — em HD e com delineador.

📉 Sintomas Comuns: – Se vestir como se fosse ser julgada, mas com orgulho – Existir com o volume no máximo onde antes te mandavam calar – Transformar o “cringe” adolescente em amuleto de força

💊 Prescrição Simbólica: – Honrar suas cicatrizes como se fossem acessórios de poder – Fazer uma coisa por dia que a sua versão de 15 anos achava ousada demais pra sonhar – Dizer: “Ainda tô aqui. E mais brilhante.”

✅ Diagnóstico Confirmado 💌 Você ganhou licença vitalícia pra ser irritantemente autêntica e gloriosamente visível

— @autodiagnosticada

It is your sworn duty, when you're in your 30's, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.

[hansolsticio]

Solie, você escreve tão bem!! Sou simplesmente fascinada por você, fico igual uma doida esperando pelas coisas que você escreve (beirando a obsessão). Queria tanto te elogiar, mas morro de vergonha — não é à toa que escrevi isso anonimamente.

ENFIM, me torno cada dia mais exigente sobre relacionamentos após ler as coisas que você escreve. É tudo tão bonitinho e genuíno! Você realmente é muito boa nisso! Espero que você melhore logo. Te amo muitão, muac! ;)

Off: Me dá vergonha imaginar que você deve ser uma pessoa tão boa de namorar... Deve ser tão boa com palavras, e isso me cativa muito. 😿

anon, primeiro: se eu arrancar todos os fios de cabelo da minha cabeça um a um a culpa vai ter sido dessa ask aqui...

segundo: [😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]

e terceiro: muito, muito, muito obrigada, meu bem! [🥹🩷] fez minha noitinha mais feliz ler isso aqui (lembrando real do porquê desse blog ser meu safe space)

[youcantsayn0]

SAFE SPACE // WITH @thedevilspa

Chrysalia tinha como regra geral não mostrar vulnerabilidade nunca, sob absolutamente nenhuma situação. Ela era a rainha da Corte dos Gritos, a representante dos feéricos, a fada com mais poder e influência dentro de toda Arcanum, e mostrar fraqueza era o equivalente a colocar um alvo sobre sua testa. Haviam exceções, é claro; pouquíssimas pessoas que tinham acesso às partes suaves de Chrysalia, impedindo assim que a feérica enlouquecesse sob tanta pressão. Uma dessas pessoas era, é claro, Saffron. Muito além de seu assistente pessoal por tantos anos, o rapaz era uma das pouquíssimas pessoas que sabiam tudo sobre si, mesmo que as coisas que ela nunca tinha dito em voz alta, aprendidas através de pura observação. Por causa disso os dois estavam em uma das salas de sua mansão naquele momento, Chrysalia deitada sobre um dos luxuosos sofás do lugar, os olhos fechados. "Não quero abrir os olhos", confessou. "Não quero ver tudo aquilo de novo."