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This pride month so far has been underwhelming, at least it has in my little suburban neighborhood. Pride is still important, if we let go of it we’re just going to slip back to where we were pre-stonewall.

This is Brianna Ghey, she was a 16 year old British trans girl. She came out when she was 14 and had support from her parents.

She helped other trans girls feel safe and accepted and “would never let me put myself down.” Her friends called her a “Beacon of positivity.” She even helped a lot of her friends access hormones safely and legally. Her trans sisters felt safe and uplifted around her.

TW: violence, transphobia

On 11 February 2023 Brianna was lured into Culcheth Linear Park and killed by Scarlett Jenkinson and Eddie Ratcliffe via a hunting knife that she was stabbed with 28 times.

The attack was premeditated, Jenkinson and Ratcliffe had exchanged messages encouraging each other on how they could murder and torture Brianna.

Their motive to kill her is because she was trans, plan and simple. This was a hate crime, as is evident from the dehumanizing language used to describe her in the murderers messages.

This stuff happens too often. Nobody should die because they are trying to live happily in their body. This is why we need pride, because people will die in wrecker the world slip into ignorance.

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I need them so much it's not funny anymore.

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I love my oc she's so fucking fine.

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Wc: 1.5K

Warnings: This IS smut, read at YOUR own risk. Reader is a female, Hange has a dick, and Exhibitionism / risky sex.

Also this is not proofread!! 

You and Hange have been together almost a year now. However, you two have had to keep everything private and secret. 

Why? 

Well that was because you are a cadet she’s a commander. If anyone were to find out about you guys relationships, it would get you both in trouble. Even if you were 18+ it was still not seen as appropriate since Hange was nearly in her 40’s and like before, you are a cadet she’s a commander.

It’s been times that you guys have done stuff that has almost got either one of you in trouble.

 It’s the coming in with red lipstick marks on her white shirt or you coming in with painful looking hickeys.

Because of this and because of her Titan research, has been a little more distant with you. She feels like y’all are being a little too risky with the relationship.

But you wanted to see her so that’s what you did.

When you walked into her office, you weren’t greeted with a sight that would please you much. Hange was in her office, the palm of her hand rested on her forehead while her elbow sat on the table with a clicking pen in her hand. She was looking really stressed out right now.

 She had beads of sweat coming down her forehead, a cup of coffee next to her and scattered papers on the walls on the floor and on her desk. 

“Hange, what’s going on with you? You’ve been drowning yourself in work and you’ve been avoiding me. I miss you.”

“It’s work.. As much as I care about these Titans. I’m the only one contributing into the research of them. Erwin is dead, so it’s pretty much just been me and everything keeps piling up and it all ends up coming down to me. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Her gaze shifted to the papers all on her desk.

“why don’t we take a break, hmm? I can take your mind off of it for a while..” You said in a suggestive tone.

Hange perked up when she heard what you said, her tired expression becoming more lively. 

Your smile became a smirk as you went up to her and sat on her lap. 

She took in your lips, kissing you with passion. Your hands came up to cup her face, her own hands heading down to hold the waist that she loved. 

You began to soft grind onto her, deepening the kiss by adding a little bit of tongue. You can feel her start to get hard under you. 

She wasn’t the only one having a reaction.

You felt your pussy’s wetness soaking up your underwear. Soon you pulled back, both of you panting with a saliva trail holding y’all’s lips together. Once you had caught your breath you climbed under her desk.

“I don’t wanna distract you too much, so you can get back to it.”

She looked down, her mouth slightly open. “Okay..” She got comfortable before starting to study again. She was way more motivated by what you had did to her so she scribbled away on her paper. Lost in studies, she hadn’t realized that you were still under the table unzipping her pants.

 It wasn’t until the tip of her pulsing dick was in your mouth. Her lips quivered and she nervously swallowed, one hand finding your head. Her slim fingers thread carefully through your hair, making way through your tangles till she managed to get a solid grip. 

Just then there was a knock on her office door which was opened right after. It was Levi. Hange tapped your head with her fingers trying to tell you to stop. You did so, you mouth hovering over her swollen pink tip.

“Have you finished the paperwork yet?” Levi asked.

“Ye-yeah.. I’m almost done with the paperwork!” Hange replied, trembling over her own words.

“I’ll come back to get them, try and have them done by 5:00, sharp. Don’t spend you time messing around..”

“I got yo-“ She was cut off by the feeling of her entire dick being engulfed by the warmth of your mouth. Her thighs clenched around your head, crushing you a bit. 

Levi raised an eyebrow. “The hell?”

Hange sat stiffly, the feeling of you sucking her overwhelming her.

“I don’t even want to know..” Levi walked to the door and stopped in front of it. “Have those papers done by the time I’m back.” He said before leaving, closing the door behind him. He said something as he walked away but it was audible enough for you guys to hear.

“Y/N! You can’t be doing that! You could’ve gotten us in trouble..” Hange said a little panicked. 

However you looked up at her with those puppy eyes while sucking her off. She couldn’t stay mad at you at all. She leaned back in chair, her head falling as she panted and gasped. The feeling of your mouth was taking over her body. 

The veins in her dick were pulsing more than before.

Hange was getting close now. She grabbed your head and started to fuck your face. Her dick was coated with a bunch of slobber from you now. She dick a few hard thrusts into your mouth that made you gag, till she painted the back of your throat white. 

You were quick to pull back, catching your breath. Hange let the rest of her cum out onto your tongue. When she was finished, you swallowed the salty sweet cum and wiped off your mouth. You got from under the desk and stood up, your back facing her way.

She grabbed your pants and slipped them off, you panties falling with them. You lowered, your hips hovering over her dick. She positioned it towards your leaky entrance, shoving it into you.  

You moaned loud at the feeling. “Shh..lower your voice baby..” she whispered in your ear. After taking a few moments to adjust, you began to bounce on her lap. The sounds of your skin hitting hers filled the quietness of the room. 

You panted, occasionally letting out moans and squirms. You didn’t wanna upset Hange by being too loud so you kept your volume to a minimum. 

Your bouncing was boring Hange so shhe slid herself out of you. “Wait what?..Why’d you pull out-“ She stood up and bend you over onto the her desk, a bunch of paper falling to the floor. 

She put her dick back into you, your pussy quickly wrapping back around her.

“Fuck Y/N..” She said in a husky voice. She began to thrust into like an animal. You were panting heavy, a tear coming out of your eyes.

“I told you to lower your voice, not to be quiet. Lemme hear you baby..”

Which eat each thrust, you began to get louder and louder. Hange liked that so she smacked your ass, plunging her cock even deeper into you. When you pushed past your cervix and into THAT spot, you couldn’t help but make another loud moan, arching you back.

“Oh?..right here hm?” 

Never let Hange find your g-spot because you knew she would be abusing it until you came on her dick. And that’s just what she did.

Her thrusts had more force in them now. Hange put your face into the desk you gripped onto the edge of the table for support. You were being too loud so she had to shush you one way or another. She smacked your ass, slowing in speed and higher in force.

The clapping that filled the room was so loud now. Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You reached down to rub yourself but Hange swatted your hand and did it herself. She flicked your clit until it was SORE. You felt something coming, and it wasn’t just orgasm.

All of this was too overwhelming. Tears fell from your eyes and you were drooling all over Hanges paperwork. Your mind was hazy, the only thing that your mind could register was the feeling off her dick slamming into you.  Your legs were starting to get numb under her.

The feeling of your pussy clenching alarmed Hange. “You gonna cum, hm?? Yeah cum on this dick..” She said, recklessly flicking your clit side to sides you let that pressure that was building up inside you out. You had squirted all over Hange and her abdomen, for the first time. It turned Hange on so much..

“Damn..that’s a lot..” She said, as she kept going. The feeling off your weak pussy clenching her making her wanna cum even more

“P-please..no more..it’s to much..!” You moaned out, but Hange didn’t listen. She wasn’t gonna stop until she got to cum too. She thrusted into you harshly before filling you to the brim. She groaned out loud.

When you tried to pull away, she didn’t let you. “Mm mm..keep it in mamas.” She felt thrusting the cup inside of the you, not letting it out. Slowly, you relaxed and submitted to her as you had no other choice.

“That’s my good girl..”

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୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Imagine stroking Vi's strap while making out☆

Warning ⚠️: 18+, strap on usage, heavy makeout, dry humping, mutual masterbation, fingering, overstimulation,dirty talk, dom!reader, sub!vi, vi being a whimpering horny mess, begging.

Vi's back thumps against the headboard, legs spread, clad in nothing but a sports bra and her harness. The strap-on- sleek, thick, and strapped tight against her pelvis rests deliciously between her thighs, already glistening faintly with lube and anticipation. Her chest rises in shaky breaths as you straddle her, palms splayed on her abs, your lips already slick with spit and her taste from earlier.

"Fuck," she breathes as you grind your hips down onto her thighs, smirking when her breath stutters again. Her hands twitch at her sides, aching to grab you, but you swat them away.

"Keep them there," you order, and she whines, a needy sound that vibrates against your tongue when you kiss her again.

Your hands move lower, fingers brushing along the thick shaft of the strap that's flush against her. It jolts a reaction out of her hips lifting, a sharp gasp sucked into your mouth as you start stroking it slowly, deliberately.

"Even though you can't feel it," you murmur between kisses, "You're still this fucking desperate, huh?"

Vi's head thumps back with a soft groan, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip like she's trying to suppress her whimpers, but she fails the moment your thumb swipes over the head of the toy.

"Shit- baby, I-" she pants, hips lifting again to chase your hand, her thighs twitching like every stroke sends a current through her body. "Feels like i can- feels like you're stroking me, fuck."

You smile against her jaw, such a mark into the side of her throat just to hear the sound she makes- a high, needy whine that makes your pussy throb.

"Look at you," you whisper, voice low, breath hot against her ear. "Whimpering like it's real. What would you do if it was, vi? If I was stroking your cock right now instead?"

She chokes on a moan, her voice wrecked. "I'd cum- shit- I'd fucking cum already, please-please, I need something-"

You cut her off with another kiss, deep and messy, all tongue and heat, and she keeps into it. Her hands twitch again, but she doesn't move them from their spot. And when you speed up your strokes- tightening your grip just slightly, dragging your palm all the way down the base and then back up to the swollen tip- vi actually sobs into your mouth, hips bucking hard like she can feel every inch of it.

"Look at you," you whisper again, dragging your lips down her neck. "Getting off from just this? You're so fucking easy."

"Only from you," she gasps, rutting up into your hand now, sweat slicking her abs, strap grinding against your palm like she's trying to fuck your hand. "Only for you, baby- fuck- please, don't stop-"

The headboard rattles again when Vi bucks her hips again. Her breath hitches in her throat like every upward grind is pulling more than just pleasure from her body; it's taking her composure, her control, stripping her down to something raw. Something soft. Something just for you.

And you love it.

"You're fucking soaked, Vi," You murmur, dragging your tongue down the column of her throat, tasting salt, heat, and desperation. "You're not even the one being touched, and you're dripping like a goddamn faucet.

"I-I can't help it," she stammers, her voice trembling with heat. Her head lolls to the side, exposing her neck to you like instinct, like she wants you to mark her there. "You- shit- your hand feels so good, and your mouth-fuck-"

Her words melt into a moan when your teeth sink gently into her collarbone, a warning nip. Your hands hasn't stopped, never stopped- its still stroking the toy strapped tightly to her, slow, steady, agonizing, your thumb dragging over the tip just the way you know makes her stomach clench.

Every time your palm pushes down, her hips lift to meet it. A rhythm's building. Relentless, dirty, controlled entirely by you.

You pull back just enough to look at her face - flushed, pupils blown wide, lashes fluttering from how hard she's trying to keep her eyes open. Her lips are red and slick from your kisses, parted like she's always ready for more.

Vi looks fucked already- and you haven't even really started.

"You keep bucking up like that," you tease, wrapping your hand around the shaft tighter, "I'm gonna think you forgot who's in charge."

Vi let's out a broken whimper, chest arching upward like her body's trying to answer for her, even if her mouth can't.

“I didn’t,” she gasps. “Didn’t forget. I swear, baby—I know you’re in control—I want you in control—just please, please don’t stop.”

Her voice cracks around the last word like a sob, and you reward her with a deep kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, claiming her all over again. She moans into it, hips rocking hard now, almost desperate, grinding the strap against your hand like she can come from it alone. Like it’s real.

It’s intoxicating.

“You love being my good girl, huh?” You murmur against her lips, kissing her again before she can answer. “Look at you—writhing, panting, fucking needy from just this. You want to cum, don’t you?”

Vi nods frantically, one of her thighs trembling under your weight. “Yes, yes, fuck—please, let me—let me cum—need it so bad, please—”

You slow your strokes suddenly, just to hear the broken cry she makes. She bucks again, but you pull your hand back completely.

“No,” you say softly, fingers curling around the base of the strap, squeezing it but not stroking. “Not yet.”

Vi looks like you slapped her—but god, her eyes go even darker. Hungrier. Her bottom lip trembles.

“But—”

“No,” you repeat, firm this time, leaning in to press your lips against the shell of her ear. “Not until I say. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

You grind down slowly against her stomach, letting your heat drag over the edge of the strap, and she whines—loud.

Your hand slips down between her thighs next, cupping her soaked folds through her panties. She jerks, legs twitching open wider. She’s practically burning through the fabric, and when you press your fingers there, dragging them up the damp cotton, she gasps like she’s the one being stroked again.

“You’re this wet from touching a fake cock, Vi,” you purr, your mouth against her cheek. “What’s gonna happen when I let you fuck me with it, huh? You think you can even last?”

Vi’s hands claw the sheets beside her, knuckles white.

“Fucking—please, let me try,” she begs. “I’ll do anything—anything you want—just let me make you cum, please—need to feel you ride me, baby—”

You grin against her throat, then slide her soaked panties to the side and run two fingers through her slick folds.

Vi’s whole body jolts.

“Ohhh fuck—”

You rub slow circles over her clit, just barely, featherlight, still teasing, still in control. Her hips start grinding again on instinct, her strap forgotten as her pussy takes over—soaking your hand, coating your fingers, her need boiling over.

“You wanna fuck me so bad?” you whisper, fingers sliding just barely inside. “Earn it, then. Cum for me. Right now.”

Vi’s eyes snap open, and you watch them flutter shut again when you sink two fingers into her dripping cunt and curl.

She cums hard—loud, shaking, mouth open in a silent scream before it breaks into a desperate moan. Her thighs tremble, hips jerking wildly as she rides your hand, strap bouncing against her stomach, completely forgotten as her climax crashes over her like a wave she couldn’t stop if she tried.

You hold her through it—fingers deep, lips on hers, your mouth drinking down every gasp, and whimper as she melts beneath you.

Vi’s still panting. Bare chest rising and falling in sharp, stuttering waves, muscles twitching beneath you like she’s short-circuiting.

Her lashes are wet with tears from how hard she came, jaw slack, mouth parted like she’s still trying to catch up. The orgasm hit her like a truck—and she’s still feeling the aftershocks. You can see it in the way her legs shift, the way her stomach flinches under your palm.

And yet she’s still hard. The strap juts from her hips, glistening with your spit and her own arousal from earlier. She looks fucking obscene—spent and wrecked, but nowhere near done.

“Poor thing,” you murmur, dragging your soaked fingers up from between her thighs and smearing the slick across her stomach. “Thought cumming once would save you? That I’d let up just because you’re twitching?”

Vi moans softly, trying to move, trying to press her hips up into you, but her strength is shot. Her voice is raw, fucked-out, but it still pleads.

“I—I can take it,” she breathes, blinking up at you. “I can keep going. Please let me—please let me make you cum.”

Your eyes narrow as you straddle her lap again, letting the base of her strap rub against your soaked folds. Her entire body jerks, a sharp exhale bursting from her lungs as the pressure returns.

“Oh, you will, baby,” you purr darkly. “You’re not done ‘til I say you are.”

You grind down—slow at first, just enough for the thick silicone to drag over your clit. Your breath hitches, and Vi whines when she sees it—when she sees the way your eyes flutter, the way your hips move.

“Fuck—fuck, you look so good like that,” she chokes. “Riding me like it’s yours. It is yours—oh my god—”

Your nails dig into her abs as you adjust your angle, pressing the tip against your entrance, your body already so wet that it slides in easy. Her mouth drops open like she feels it.

Her hands grip the sheets beside her uselessly—tight, trembling, aching to touch you—but you don’t give her the satisfaction. You pin her down with a glare.

“No touching,” you snap. “You watch. You take it.”

Vi bites her lip, nodding like a good girl, and you sink down slowly onto the strap, inch by inch, until your hips are flush against hers.

The toy hits deep. Too deep.

You both moan.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re so tight,” Vi rasps, her hips trying to buck upward again, but you slap her thigh—hard—and she jerks.

“Still moving without permission?”

“Sorry—fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t help it—feels so good when you take me like that—feels real, I swear—”

“Yeah?” You rock your hips deliberately, clenching around nothing but silicone, letting the sound of wet skin slapping fill the room. “It feels real?”

Vi nods frantically, mouth open, panting. “Yes—yes, it does, fuck, I can feel it when you ride me—feels like I’m inside you—I’m losing my mind—please don’t stop—”

You don’t.

You ride her like it’s your favorite way to get off—like her only purpose is being beneath you, hard for you, used by you. The base of the strap hits your clit just right, again and again, each grind bringing a bolt of electricity up your spine.

Vi’s gasping beneath you like every thrust is her orgasm. Her voice is thin, whining, broken.

“F-fuck—you’re gonna make me cum again, and I’m not even inside you, I—fuck—I can’t take it, you’re too much—”

You slam your hips down harder. Vi screams.

You’re chasing your own high now—your pace vicious, fluid-slicked skin slapping together, the room thick with heat and breath and filth. Your fingers grip Vi’s throat—not to choke, just to hold. Just to feel the way she trembles underneath your palm.

“You like this?” You pant. “Like being my toy? Lying there while I fuck myself on you?”

Vi can barely answer—just a strangled, needy moan.

“Yes—yes, I fucking love it—please keep using me, please cum on me—”

Your orgasm crashes like a tidal wave—violent, all-consuming.

You cry out, your body tensing as the strap grinds against your clit again, pushing you into overstimulation. Your thighs shake, stomach clenching, back arching as slick gushes down your thighs and over Vi’s stomach, soaking her.

Vi’s eyes are wide, stunned, in awe. She looks wrecked and obsessed and completely fucking ruined.

You don’t stop moving.

You ride out the aftershocks with slow, deep thrusts, your hands gripping her shoulders now, holding her down as she whimpers beneath you.

And then—

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum again—”

Her body jerks as she bucks upward wildly. Nothing’s touching her. Nothing—but the sight of you losing it on top of her is too much.

She came again.

Loud, messy, helpless.

Her thighs twitch. Her arms give out. Her back arches, and she sobs from how strong it is.

When her hips finally fall limp, you slowly ease off the strap, letting it slip out of your soaked pussy with a lewd, wet sound.

You both lie there in silence for a moment—breathless, sweaty, trembling.

But there’s no gentle touch. No soft smile.

Just your voice, low and dark, as you crawl up beside her ear.

“You’re mine.”

Vi doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yours.”

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✰–2. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴀᴘᴘʜɪᴄ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴇꜱ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇɴ ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ.

✰–3. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ!

✰–4. ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴏᴅʏ ꜰʟᴜɪᴅ (ᴘᴇᴇ, ꜱʜɪᴛ, ᴇᴄᴛ.) ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴀʟ, ɪ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄɴᴄ, ꜰᴇᴇᴛ, ɪɴᴄᴇꜱᴛ, ᴘᴇᴅᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴀɢᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴇᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ.

✰–5. ᴍʏ ᴅᴍꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ/ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ!

And for everyone who may be interested I have a discord server! So dm me to join! It is open to pretty much everyone!

Oh and also, I got locked out of my main accounts so this is my second one which I will be posting from now on.

Check this post here For more info's on why.

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dm me<3

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Literally me cuz I love them so so much and I miss them too...hange come back home the kids miss you💔

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God damn I need sevika so bad...

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that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world

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Attention all artists on Tumblr!

Some of you might've gotten a comment on a post of yours asking if you do commissions and to dm them if you do take commissions.

Do not DM them they are most likely gonna scam you

The way this scam works is that they will overcharge you and ask for over the payment or something bad will happen to them, they are alwaya in a rush.

If you pay them your bank account will bounce, they will keep asking for more until your account is drained and the scammers have your bank details.

The best you can do is to not interact with them or block them.

I would not trust some random person in your comments asking if you do commissions

Stay safe out there!

Please reblog to spread this to all of Tumblr!!!

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the moon is a lesbian and she hates terfs

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Original comic by Rasenth

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Hi everyone! Not many people know me but some who may have seen my account before, so I won't go into too much details but recently my phone totally decided to stop working, and well on my phone I had my account

@0onyx

Or

@l-y-v-i-a

Which were my main two blogs, and unfortunately I cannot log back into them because I forgot the pass word.(which yes I have tried changing the pass word and I still cannot log back in.)

So to whoever recognize these accounts and may wonder why I don't post, this is why. So I will be moving my stuff, which I know will be such a pain in the butt.

I'll be posting on here from now on.