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[fekatsitra]

My username is really just backwards reading and letters switcheroo. I wanted something that starts with the letter "F" since it's in my name, and astoundingly, the first word that came to mind is:

Fake › Feka

Because teenage me has the self-esteem of a withering and shriveling sideroad grass 🤣 I was young and thought, "It's me but not really me, so it's fake." then just went with it (nowadays, I just think of it like an ironic joke). The second part of my username is fairly obvious, it's an art account so:

Artist › Tsitra

It's just written backwards.

My other account where I read stoof is named "Redaer" from swapping "Reader" letters. "Fey" is a nickname given by a friend who smacked me silly after I told her what "Feka" means 😂 Meanwhile, "Kemiri" is my OC name from Postknight 2 that got stuck on me (I find it weirder when my friends call me Feka/Fey since I got used to Kurechii friends calling me Kemiri 🤔)

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Do it or I'll shoot!

Just kidding, you're free to answer or not 👀💦

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hey! Someone suggested your blog for one piece and I decided to check it out!

I’d also like to make a request

How would the monster trio(+katakuri if you wanna write for him) be with a s/o who always looks at them as if asking them for permission to beat some one up (you can add anyone else if you want) f!reader or gn! Reader whichever one

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day!

Monster trio + Ace, Law and Usopp with a s/o who looks at them before fighting someone.

hullo, thanks for requesting this! i unfortunately dont write for katakuri but i added law and ace to the mix, i hope it's fine! enjoy this lil headcanons, i loved writing these!! also, using this as a chance to restate that requests are open!

warning: none. gn! reader.

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Luffy: All it takes is a glare. It doesn't take long for Luffy to recognise the sparkle in your eyes. He feels it too; the tension building in your muscles, the adrenaline rising up in your veins making your heart beat ten times faster than usual. Lowering his straw-hat to cover his eyes, Luffy simply chuckles in response. He knows your potential and he is curious of the limits your able to reach and break. He takes this as a good opportunity to train and test your powers; nevertheless, he is watching your back and ready to step in.

Sanji: Sanji smirks and lights up a cigarette, making himself comfortable and untying his tie. He knows well that whoever crosses your path is in real danger - and he brags about it whenever he has the occasion to. He is overly proud of you; plus, winning a fight would always guarantee a special treatment from him. Preparing your favourite meal, smothering you in kisses, an endless ramble of praises. He enjoys the fight, making sure you don't get hurt as he meticulously observe your combat moves.

Zoro: Zoro tries to make you back off. Despite his love and respect for you, he would rather let you stay away from the battlefield. He is aware of your combat abilities, he just thinks it would be easier if you'd let his swords deal with it. Nevertheless, it's easy to convince him if you buy him an extra bottle of booze. After all, despite his protective instincts, he enjoys a partner who can fight and protect themselves. Seeing you go feral and win a fight always tickles his senses.. so you might be in for a good, particularly nasty training session afterwards.

additional characters:

Law: Law definitely doesn't approve your conflictual nature. Although he is a little trouble maker himself, he prefers approaching things, and fights, in a more methodical way - having a precise strategy, and more importantly, a reason. Getting caught up in a worthless fight would mean catching the marine's attention, and that would be dangerous. When he sees you joining the battlefield regardless, he sighs and stands back. But if you manage to get hurt.. be ready to hear him grumble under his breath about irresponsible you were as he medicates you.

Ace: You and Ace would meet looks, the same impulsive idea running through the synapses of your brain. He nods in response, a clever smirk drawing on his lips as he transforms the ramble in a challenge.

"First one to land a punch wins."

Usopp: Tries to discourage you from it. He knows you would be perfectly able to win the fight - but he also knows he would struggle to help you. Your fearless nature worries Usopp, and sometimes it makes him wonder how the two of you get so along. Dangerous situation fuel you, whilst he prefers running from them. Usopp would never give you the permission to battle someone if the situation permits a safe escape - a long, frustrated sighs is the only slightly positive answer you could receive. And when you jump head first in the battle, he whines and snorts, ready to snipe the enemy if the situation escalates.

[prettyb0ycvnt]

hi freaks of tumblr . here's my introduction post teeheehee <3

my name is aiden ! i am an eighteen year old queer trans man - pre-op and pre-t unfortunately ... but whatever im still hot. giggles and twirls hair.

more about me :3

☆ freakiest virgin you've ever met. i'd like that to CHANGE but uhhghhh the most i can get is freaks on tumblr (hit me up lalalala)

☆ real life prince charming pupboy :3 !!!

☆ literally not an ounce of dominance inside me at ALL i'm very submissive!!!! to an insane extent!!!

☆ bottom.

☆ perpetually in heat actually. need that to be rectified

☆ bst timezone. british twink moving like Oh Good Heavens... Oh My... Good Grief...

☆ my asks are open all the time to anyone! dms are open for mutuals only (i'm totally open to conversation & sharing things with moots as long as ur respectful!!). i prefer getting asks; i'm bad with managing messages. also feel free to dm or ask me stuff if you just wanna be friends!!! blank blogs do not message me it weirds me out x

☆ i'm a writer! my posts may tend to get real descriptive if i'm not hornied-out beyond all comprehensive thought!!

☆ i am transgender and a lot of the stuff i post will focus on this :3 !!! my posts will reference fem biology but i'm not a girl don't call me one or i'll rip my hair out and die.

☆ im a queer man !! still fully figuring out where my attraction lies but i do know i have a very heavy male pref. please don't repost my stuff if you're a cishet blogger or a 'men dni' blog im literally a. man and i love men and i talk about loving men and im the antithesis of everything u stand for . all queer freaks (including. wlw!!!) can do whatever they want with my posts :3

☆ some of my non-freakish interests include acting, literature, writing, baking, reading and certain fandoms that i don't want to explicitly reference in case this post appears to them uhm feel free to ask me about them!!!

claimed anons: 😵💫 ; 👾 ; 🪰; 🍁 ; ⚒ ; 🍓 ; 🐈‍⬛ ; 🎈

dni: minors, MAPs, bigots of any kind, trans fetishisers, ed & sh blogs, ageless blogs, weirdo freaks of the bad kind!!

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#☆ aiden's freakish thoughts -> hornyposting to the maxxxx.... under this tag im a FREAAKKK

#☆ aiden's pics -> me lawl. usually just tummy :3

#☆ aiden's audio -> aiden whines like a bitch

#☆ reblogs -> stuff i find relatable or stuff i find super duper hot . perhaps both at the same time!!

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me if u even care

okay thats all i can think of rn ummm anyway. stuff i'm into & limits under the cut :3

i looove >_< !!!

praise, degradation, breeding, petplay, major voice kink!, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, free-use, cockwarming, royalty, dumbification, somnophilia, forcemasc and ummm probably more you should totes talk to me so we can find out!

limits >:[ !!!

detrans/misgendering, forced feminisation, scat, bestiality, watersports, blood, basically any bodily fluids that aren't cum or spit, intox related to alcohol specifically, anything to do with feet, feederism, weight gain/weight loss, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, rape, daddy/mommy, pregnancy, basically everything else that's super fucking weird and unethical. -> if you're into these things that's totally fine!! i'd just prefer they're not brought up in regards to myself ^_^

bodily terms for myself :3

not on t nor have i had surgery so i still very much have female parts and im fine with them being referred to as such!!! acceptable terms include cunt, pussy/boypussy, slit, hole, clit, chest, tits, (t-)cock& (t-)dick !! all i ask is that the term vagina is not used.

things i like being called >_<

please refer to me with masculine or neutral terms, nothing feminine. degrading terms like whore, bitch, slut and any other varieties (cumslut, etc.) are 100% okay! in fact please call me them!! praising terms like good boy are wooonderful. call me puppy/pup and ill explode and die (in a good way!!!) tbh literally call me anything as long as its not feminine and i'll love it. lalalalaa

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | ms47 | part 01

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment (somehow I feel like this should be a warning lol) not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

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Summary: there’s a new presence at the paddock, but what nobody knows is a)it's not really her first time around; b)she’s a Hamilton; and c)her open presence will now cause a shift in the place. Everyone knew that pilot-related girls were off limits, especially a sister’s pilot, but that did not scare Mick and Y/n away.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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interlandos OMG LEWIS LIKED!!!!

⤷ formulaoneforever its not that deep, bruh, I liked lewis last post and were not dating...

⤷ ynnature yeah but did you watch the race from the paddock? @formulaoneforever

⤷ formulaonerorever ok you got me there 💀 but I still think its not that deep!

f1forlife this is giving me rooting for mercedes energy...

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lewisunshine is it true youre dating lewis????

⤷ leclercsson yeah because she would casually answer you in here, honey... Istg ppl lost their minds

artisticform1 anyone else from brazil and thought about that art piece (abaporu) with how her feet are close to the screen 🤣🤣🤣

⤷ user0 not funny but I will laugh

user7 I dont see all that beauty, she’s just...average.

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[romanarose]

If You Wanna be Wild: Chapter 7

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Everything falls apart and evryone is alone.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!:mentions of rape an violence, what happened to Helena, smut, repressed feelings, angst.

Almost everything was written by Fen <3

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There was no making up. There was no Javi bringing Santi food as an apology, there was no talking. 

When Santi walked into the office on Monday, he saw the fucking desks rearranged, Javier’s and Santi’s on other sides of the room instead of pushed face to face. Santi quickly rushed to the bathroom where he panic vomited and had an anxiety attack, resulting in him being 45 minutes late. Javi didn’t say anything about it.

Where Santi couldn’t eat, Javi couldn’t stop eating, munching down food and taking frequent trips to the vending machine. His doctor was going to kill him. Santi could barely function, even coming in late or leaving early which was a cardinal sin in his book. Still, none of it stopped him from seeing Candy. Occasionally Candy asked about him because all month Javi hadn’t been to see her either. Santi couldn’t get much answer either.

They worked, but mostly separately. Javi had even been trying to find somewhere else to work, but there weren’t exactly free rooms in the precinct. They talked occasionally but only about Lorea… making Santi desperately lonely. He had his family and he loved his tias, but they weren’t Javi. It was the day of the rally for the beatification of Laura Montoya, which forced them to be in close proximity as they dressed in plain clothes and scouted the area for any sign of the Lorea family. Not wanting to look too much like officers on alert, Santi tried making conversation, none of which was working with Javi, only getting few word answers. 

The boy was going to drive him absolutely batshit insane if he didn’t stop talking. It was bad enough he kept asking. ‘Should we get food’ or ‘it’s nice out today’, but his voice mixed with the crowds and noise and music and chatter or the rally, people shouting about whoever it was they were here for, politicians trying to stop them and constantly flashbacks of that night of the ball… Then Santi had to go and say 

“She misses you.”

“You mentioned her name one more fucking time and I’ll-”

“You’ll fucking what?” Santi snapped, his nerves had twisted, hardened suddenly by rage. 

His anger took Javi by surprise, he’d never heard him speak like that to anyone let alone him. 

Santi took his pause as indignation. “I mentioned Candy once. Once. And that’s only because you haven’t seen her, or called her or anything!” He hissed. “She’s worried about you actually, she-”

It was Javi’s turn to snap. 

He grabbed the younger man by the back of his collar and pulled him into a side alley, using his own momentum against him and slamming him up against the brick wall. 

Sant let out a little huff of air as his back collided, gritting his jaw as pain raced along his back. 

The action had been forceful, but not enough to cause discomfort for most people. However, a rough, uneven lump of mortar had poked oddly against the scar at the nape of his neck, sending a tingle down his back.

Javi rammed the heel of his hand into the wall next to Santi’s head, using his height to his full advantage as he leaned over him like he was interrogating a suspect instead of a colleague. A friend. 

Santi breathed hard, his frown pinching his eyebrows together, and Javi would say he even looked cute if he wasn’t so bloody annoying, so obsessed with getting under his skin. Unable to let anything go, constantly digging at him in his self-righteous attitude, just needing to push, and push, and push, and…

Cute. The thought caught him off guard. When had he started to think of Santiago as cute?

“What the fuck are you doing Peña?” He growled, puffing his chest out, but not pushing back. 

Javi shook his head slightly, trying to break his racing mind, trying to get back to reality. “Candy, look, you can’t just-”

“She’s an adult Javi, I can-”

“You’re going to get her killed!” His voice raised at the end, louder and more desperate than he had intended, with just the slightest waver. He hoped Santi didn’t hear it, but he probably did. Nothing got past him. “Do you understand?” Santi glared at him, the muscles in his jaw flexing. Those stupid large doe eyes looking painfully dark and enticing. “You’re flaunting her. Taking her to the ball and, and-”

Santi scoffed. “That’s none of your business, I asked her, I-”

“You’re gonna get her gutted and dumped on the side of the road!” Javier screamed, haunting flashbacks to Helena’s beaten and raped body, wrapping his coat around her and having to carry her out, not sure if she was dying or not. “You know how easy it would be for Lorea to do something? This isn’t even a put two and two together situation, Pope, it’s you waving a four right in his fucking face! And what do you think is gonna happen when he takes her, huh? When he beats her and rapes her an tortures her to get information on YOU!” 

Santi swallows, his face still hard, but that little bob of his Adam’s apple draws Javier’s eye, but he doesn't respond. Javier lowers his voice, fist still gripping Santi’s jacket.

“She’s not gonna give you up, she’s not gonna help them hurt you. She’s gonna end up dead. You’re gonna…” He closed his eyes for a moment, took a small breath. It was easier not to look at him, not to have to stare at his soft eyes and plump lips. “You’re gonna end up dead too, Pope. I can’t… I’ve seen it, okay?”  

Javier screwed up his face, opening his eyes so that he could look at Santi man to man. Implore him to see reason. 

“I’m not telling you to stop seeing her, I’m just saying.... I’ve seen shit happen to girls in her line of work. To officers like you that are still wet behind the ears to this kind of thing-” The second it was out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake. 

“I’m not a fucking child, Peña.” Santi hissed, pressing forward and getting up in Javier’s face. “I know that’s what everyone at the station seems to think and all their little Virgin Maria mierda. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck if all they see is that.” He pushes firmly on Javier’s chest, almost smacking as he punctuates his sentence. “But I thought you’d know better! I was black ops special agent, I spend years of my life in almost every goddamn continent doing retcon, assassinations, covert operations and rescuing women and children and getting SHOT! I’m not-”

“I’m not saying you’re a child-”

“You are! You are!” Santiago growls, smacking Javi’s chest repeatedly. He doesn’t care that he does sound like a child in that moment, arguing relentlessly on semantics. His emotions are bubbling over and muddying his head. “You’re saying that you know best. That your word is law. Despite all you do to endanger Candy!”

“I do n-”

“You do! You think you’re above it all, you’re just as bad, you pretend to care but you-”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Garcia!”

“Make me!”

He doesn’t think. 

There’s always times he doesn’t think. When he gets too lost in whatever emotion he’s letting overwhelm him. Sometimes rage. Sometimes guilt. Usually negative either way. That’s where Santi is a good partner, keeping a cool and level head while Javi plays bad cop.

Usually ends up with him throwing a punch, not a kiss. 

Santi knew ‘make me’ was childish. Knew it was playground nonsense reserved for kids still in single digits. But if everyone was going to keep calling him that, keep pretending that he wasn’t the only actual goddamned adult in the room then-

Then…

Javier’s lips on his steal his breath away, rob him of every thought that has ever run through his mind. And, for once, it’s blissfully quiet. The anxieties pushed away for the peace of a lover's kiss.

Javi presses closer, pushing Santiago further into the wall and cupping his face with his warm hand as he kisses him, body to body, warmth to warmth. Darting out his tongue to just trace Santi’s bottom lip and groans when he parts them immediately, no hesitation, and lets him lick into his mouth. 

The angle’s a little awkward, Javier’s body trapping Santi’s hand between their chests. But Santiago’s fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer as his kisses leave him breathless and desperate for more.

Javier’s leg bumps into his and Santi moves a step, moaning softly and then whining as his thigh presses against his half hard cock, a sharp spike of pleasure running up his spine and- 

His thoughts all come crashing down. What the fuck, what the fuck  was he doing? His mother’s voice rang in his head, screaming his name. 

He could get arrested for this, thrown in jail, worse. He was going to burn in hell.

Santi pulled back quickly, disentangling himself from Javier so quickly that both men nearly fell. He turned, not giving the older man a second look, and ran out of the alley into the crowded street. 

He didn’t even hear Javier call his name. 

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“Are you okay, baby?” You asked, your naked body covering Santiago while giving him tender kisses, scooting yourself up and down his cock. You loved to tease him, get him whimpering and watch as all those troublesome thoughts left his pretty little head. He was too pretty to be so worried all the time.

He’d been stressed on and off about Javi, occasionally bringing it up, but you think he stopped when he realized it upset you. You were really good at pretending to care when old professors droned on and on about academic works or when men talked about themselves or complained about their wives and mothers again and again and again. You could’ve faked not being upset when Santi, but you didn’t fake anything with him. Javi’s absence hurt your feelings. You were worried about him, and you were angry at him for abandoning you and hurting Santi. For continuing to hurt his feelings. Bitch.

But honestly… you just miss him. A lot. It would take more than a poster to patch this, he’d have to make things right with Santi too, but you’d forgive him. You just wanted him back, and you wanted Santi happy again. He was already thin enough, and as your body slid up and down the sweaty length of him, you could feel he’d lost weight. 

Santi moaned loudly, gripping onto your hips as you bounced on his length, his eyes rolling back in his head as your heat engulfs him over and over. Pulling him deeper and deeper. 

The fat tip of his cock presses deliriously, perfectly rubbing over your walls with every slick slide. Stretching you so wonderfully like he was made for you. He was, he really, really was. Something was bothering him today, and he was finding solace in you. You were happy to give it to him. Pushing all other thoughts out of your head. 

He whines, babbling nonsensically with his eyes closed, “please, please, please,” He rocks up against you, letting his body override his brain as you fuck him into the mattress. “Please, gonna come, please, need you so much,” he gasps, almost sobbing from pleasure. 

You stroke his cheek and pick up your pace, even if he hasn’t said you could tell how close he was. The way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut and head thrown back into the pillow, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you can come, give it all to me.”

He shakes his head rapidly, “no, please,” he moans, “need you, need mommy to come, please.” 

His whines change in pitch, the little sounds getting higher and higher as he reaches the point of no return. His mouth hangs open, his skin flushed and sweaty, and heat floods to your core. 

You brace yourself with your left hand on his leg behind you as you ride him, leaning back ever so slightly to change the angle just enough that he continuously hits perfectly inside, stretching you to your limit. 

Santi sobs, the position change sending a buzz up his spine, pressing on the thick length of his cock to a surprisingly maddening degree. His whole body pulsed, stealing the air from his lungs.

He bucks up once, his eyes fluttering open in surprise as he comes, his length pulsating. He empties himself deep inside you, his orgasm stretching onwards and overtaking every possible thought. 

You smile as you watch him, happy to see him so blissed out. You ride him throughout his high, trying to prolong his sensations as long as possible. He deserved it.

He sighs, shivering with aftershocks as he comes back to himself and looks up at you. You open your mouth to speak, the words on the tip of your tongue.

Santi grabs you by the hips, urging you up and off him and pulling your aching pussy onto his face. He lets out a small groan at the mess he made, his cum leaking out of your folds before he runs the tip of his tongue through them. 

You bite back a moan, grabbing onto his hair for stability as his mustache brushes against your clit.

His mouth feels like heaven as he lick and swirls around your clit, his movements soft but certain, quickly pushing you towards your peak.

Instinctively you buck your hips, grinding down on his mouth to chase your high. He rocks you against him, urging you tp move and fuck his eager tongue. 

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him, pulling fiercely on his hair. 

He continues licking, moaning against you as he drinks down every drop of your release. 

You breathe heavily, boneless for a moment before slowly moving away to lay down next to him. 

He pouts a little as you settle. “I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily, your cum shining all over the bottom half of his face,

You giggle, and gently swat his arm and cuddle up next to him. Santi didn’t need instruction, scooting his back to your chest. In your arms, where he belonged. You loved being like this with him, but somehow it always felt like something was missing. You loved when Javi used to hold you, protecting you with a strong arm around your body, but again, you felt like something was missing, in your arms this time instead of around you.

You kiss the scar on his spine. “Good boy, Santito.”

It happened so fast. Santi teanses and you barely have a second to register how he turns to you, his eyes widen in panic, his skin turning ashen before he’s up, out of bed and pulling on his clothes so fast that it shouldn’t have been possible. What the fuck? Did you do something wrong?

“Santi?” you start, trying to keep your voice soft but unable to hide the fear that has overcome your words.Why is he leaving? What did you do wrong? Did you mess up things with Santi too, the one good thing left? You barely sit up before he’s shoving a handful of dollars at you, practically just throwing them in your direction and the bed. 

“Here.” His voice is quiet, distant. Like he’s not really there. A stark comparison to his panicked, edgy movements. He doesn’t even bother tying his shoes, simply shoving his feet inside them and stumbling towards the door.

“Wait, Sant-”

He slams the door on his way out. 

Leaving your bed cold, and you alone.

It was supposed to be sex, talking. Build a nice repour. That was it. You were good at it too, making old ugly men think you were infatuated, but yourself detached from even the most charming and attractive. Something happened with Javi and Santi, a line that became blurred, friendship and genuine attraction and care. Now they were gone. 

You hate yourself for how hard you cry.

***************

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[drdemonprince]

How do you use Tumblr? Other than answering questions... How often do you like posts? What about reblog? I'm coming from Twitter and I can't wrap my head around likes vs reblog. Only like two people follow me anyway, so I'm not really signal boosting differently with reblog. Idk I keep overthinking this website

my dog, welcome! dont think about any of this..just be chaotic with it.

post as often as you like. random thoughts, hyperfixated rants, photos of things youve been reading, hyper niche fetish content, whatever, and do it all mixed together. except for really high concept blogs where someone is playing a character or serving as a museum old posts, almost no one sticks to a narrow posting theme here. everybody mixes their most freakish niche or personal shit in with anything else they write or make or wanna share.

reblog hundreds of times a day if you want. thats normal. reblogs are the main way to interact and to show support. there is a post queue for anything you want to spread out.

use reblogs to add commentary too! reblogs with added comments / reactions is not rude on here the way quote tweets is. not understanding that last part got me in trouble on twitter ahaha. here we dont give a fuck. contribute to the ongoing conversation! people also write whatever the hell in the tags, for a kind of sotto voce commentary on the post

a like doesnt do anything but give the OP a notification. w replies, the OP will see the reply and so will anyone who chooses to check the notes but only a subset of people will do that. sometimes people have bizarre unrelated conversations and role plays in the notes. every feature gets used in a playful / annoying way on here on purpose so feel free to get creative with how you use it.

have fun out there!!!

[nekoannie-chan]

In the shadows

In the shadows

Title: In the shadows.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 244 words.

Square: 7 “Stranded.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve understands you.

Major Tags: Feelings of loneliness.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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You were walking through the crowded streets, but you felt completely alone. You had thought moving to the city would be exciting, but nothing was going as you had planned.

You had met Steve by chance in a coffee shop, whenever you needed each other, yet today you hadn't had the strength to call him, to ask for help. You didn't want to be a burden, and the idea of confessing to him how lost you felt was something you found impossible.

As you walked aimlessly, trying to clear your mind, a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to see Steve.

“I've been looking for you,” he said. You didn't answer my messages and I got worried.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled, looking down. I just... needed time to think.

“You don't have to face this alone. I know because I've been there.

“Sometimes...” you began, ”Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here. Like everything I do isn't enough, like I'm... stranded in the middle of something I can't understand.

“I do understand. And even though I don't have all the answers, I want you to know that I'm here for you. You don't have to carry this alone.

“Thank you, Steve,” you said in a whisper.

“Would you like to walk some more? “He suggested, “It doesn't matter where we go, the important thing is that you're not alone.

You nodded and together, they walked through the streets of New York.

[attn-pls1]

I wanna practice my divination so I'm wondering if anyone would like a free shifting reading? It'll be a quick reading, probably just a few sentences or bullet points. Please bear with me as I'm a beginner and I am looking to improve. Send your questions through my asks and please only ask one question. I'm in school rn but I'll try to respond as soon as I can. It may take a few days depending on how many requests I get and my energy levels. I'll be using charm casting and maybe some shufflemancy for this reading

Please do not request anything NSFW and only ask questions related to shifting. If your question involves someone else please state your relationship with them. Feel free to include any other information you think might be important for me to know about for this reading

Note: if you have the same s/o as me (jake from enhypen) please do not ask about him or your relationship. I'll answer any other question you have

Please send feedback! Comment, reblog, or send another ask to let me know how much it resonated!

[mediocre-eternity]

Hey this message is to the person running this account so feel free not to post if it messes up the vibe, I just wanna say this is my favorite rp blog bar none. All of it from the answers to the aesthetic reblogs to the tags is in character and you never flinch from the bit. Truly I've never seen anyone else doing it like you and I love it

Oh my gosh….please. You have no idea what this means to me. You are so kind to take the time to leave such an encouraging message. I cherish this. Thank you so much again. Of course I’ll answer this OOC.

Armand has captured my brain for the better parts of over 20 years. I don’t say this to affirm my “mastery” over this character more than any other person, no, if you’ve only gotten into VC and come to know Armand over the past two years than you’re just as big of a devotee as I am. What I mean to say is that Armand is extremely close to my heart and mind and I’ve used this character to confide in and affirm my own autism/ocd/mental health issues/gender….stuff since I was teenager. I truly and deeply love Armand and I’m so glad people notice.

I don’t write nearly as often as I’d like to. I’ve been struggling with a chronic health condition most of my life and it came to a crescendo over this past year where I nearly hemorrhaged to death. Currently I’m recovering from a hysterectomy to solve this issue and save my life. I have so so so so many ideas I need to continue to write, to finish the like 45 things I have in my drafts. Lately I’ve been fucking around with OC friends for Armand to play with but the timeline got away from me as I worked on getting my health back on track. Truly I am NOT the best writer on this site so if anyone has any pointers on how to bounce back let me know lmao

But man, your message has warmed my heart and I’m going to ride this high for the rest of my recovery, lol. My main goal with this blog is to spill all the little fucked ideas I have for Armand so he can come and play with all you readers. I think Armand would truly love to interact with humanity in this way, tapping away at a keyboard in some pitch black room haha.

Again, I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully I can write more soon.

-Bella

[allastoredeer]

what kinda radioapple fics do you like? asking cus like. i kinda wanna spread the one i wrote around as it's my first fanfic in terms of actual shipping and it took me a while so i wanna know if you'd like it ^^ sorry if this is weird or a disturbance,, if you say yes i'll rb the answer post w the link jrkenfhjkls

I really like fics that explore the nitty gritty in Alastor and Lucifer’s relationship. Like, it doesn’t shy away from BOTH of their flaws.

Lucifer and his pride with Alastor and his insecurities.

I really enjoy fics that take into account Lucifer’s ego and don’t shy away from giving him repercussions to his actions (like his estranged relationship with Charlie, for example. I hate it when he’s given a free pass for being an absent parent, or when all blame is put on Lilith and he’s made out to be a hapless victim who had no say in his and Charlie’s relationship). I like it when Lucifer is in no way intimidated by Alastor’s power and Alastor has to deal with being around someone who has the potential to make him feel incredibly vulnerable.

I also like fics that involve Alastor and Lucifer getting to know each other. Genuinely getting to know each other. Like Lucifer starting to see Alastor as an actual person, not just an evil little Sinner who’s getting too close to his daughter. And Alastor learning more about Lucifer outside of him being a) king of hell and 2 an absent parent.

Whats better is them wanting to get to know each other, but they keep getting in their own way. Lucifer VS his pride and Alastor VS his insecurities.

I do like cute, wholesome stuff too. Like them being silly with each other or combining the might of their sass to take down a common enemy. Or soft fics when it’s just them and they can bring their walls down, if just for a moment. I think I naturally gravitate towards rough and complicated relationships when they’re just starting out, but I’m a sucker for soft established relationships where they’ve been together for a while and knows each others ins and outs.

Also!

WHOO 🙌 congrats on writing your first shipping fic! And fuck yeah for wanting to post it!

I’m a picky reader T.T it’s something I’m very aware of about myself, so I typically hesitate when people want to send me links to their fics. Theres always the chance it doesn’t click with me, and I really dont want anyone’s feelings to be hurt in that case, especially in regards to something they spent so much time and effort creating. Like you said, it took you a while, and I don’t want that to feel invalidated whatsoever 😭😭

I’ll still read it if you want to post the link (I’m always in search of some yummy fic 😋), and I’ll reblog the link too in case anyone else wants to give it a looksie,

but,

if it doesn’t end up being my cup of tea, please completely and utterly disregard that and continue doing what you’re doing ^.^ I’m just one person on the internet, so my opinion is that of a grain of sand haha.

With all that said, yes please, I’d love to see what you’ve written!

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WELCOME TO THE BLOG!

RULES:

NO NSFW!! Keep things at least PG-14. We are mostly minors, and even then I don't think any of us wanna hear inappropriate nonsense. It's just plain gross and uncomforting.

No heavy flirting!! Jokes and little things are fine, but too much of it all the time can make us uncomfortable, especially since we are all teens.

ABSOLUTELY NO TCEST, PROSHIPPERS, LEORAI SHIPPERS, ETC! GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE AND STAY OUT!! Please and thank you <3

Be respectful, please! No one here wants to deal with total jerks and haters. Don't like this? Keep to yourself and leave. We aren't forcing anyone to stay.

Be patient with us! We are sometimes busy and don't always have the time to respond or the motivation to be online.

No spamming! We will get to you when we can. If we don't answer something, it's because it's either unrelated, breaks the rules, or we just haven't seen it yet.

Lastly, have fun! No need to be shy. We try to be as friendly as possible (most of us at least).

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INTRODUCTIONS:

💙"Wusup! Name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo or Leon. I'm the cool leader in blue and the oldest Hamato brother! I'm also the most handsome, haha! Feel free to stick around and chat."

💜"Greetings. I'm Donatello. Some of my other names include Donnie, Don, Dee... you get the gist. I'm the brains of the group because SOMEONE around here needed an education. I'm the second oldest and sadly "twins" with Mr. Massive-Ego. If I'm not busy, I'll talk I guess.."

❤️"Sup. I'm Raphael. Or just Raph works too. I'm the muscle amount my brothers. Don't let my size fool you, I happen to be the middle child. So... yeah."

🧡"HI HI HI HI! I'm Michelangelo! Or Mikey, Mike, Michael, Angelo... whichever works! I'm the youngest brother and most playful and creative! I love to meet new people, so don't be shy!"

💛"Hello there! I'm April O'Neil, but just April works! I'm a close friend of the turtles and have been for some time now. If I'm not busy at work, I'll try to answer what I can!"

🩶"Yo! This is the one and only Casey Jones. I'm an athletic guy who likes to do my part in keeping this city safe from all sorts of trouble. If I'm not busy, feel free to swing by and chat!"

🩷"Hiii! I'm Angelica Jones, but you can call me Angel or Angie too if you want. I'm Casey's little sister and he thought it would be a good idea to have me try and talk to people, so here I am! I'm not much of a talker, though, but I will try my best to respond to what I can."

💚"Howdy, I guess. Name's North. I'm honestly just here because the others wouldn't shut up till I agreed to do this. Ask whatever, just know I won't answer something I deem too personal.."

🖤"Sup laddies and lassies. The name's Shep. North dragged me into this as well, so ask me anything I suppose. Just don't get all hurt if my answers are too brutal for ya."

TAGS:

#that blue dude = Leo

#donniepedia = Donnie

#big red = Raph

#mike n ike = Mikey

#april showers = April

#hockey talky = Casey

#little angel = Angie

#sly fox = North

#shepticeye = Shep

#other talks = anyone else getting involved

#yappin = just talking about random things (rambling)

#friendly chats = answering the ask box

#arts n crafts = showing off drawings or projects

interactions = interacting with other accounts (mostly reblogs)

OOC:

Hello! I'm the mod for this blog and the creator of this AU! This is an RP blog based on my own TMNT AU known as Hunt for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Any other RP blogs, feel free to interact if you want!

My main blog is @rosewashereyt and my tmnt blog is @rosey-mango

#rose is here = ooc related stuff

If you see things in double brackets [[---]], it's ooc as well!

Shep is an OC that belongs to Sunny aka @atiredweirdo

Any interactions with him go through Sunny first, just fyi!

[junekissed]

sweater wars

day five of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — soonyoung x reader genre — fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (happy ending) word count — 1.3k synopsis — you thought it’d be a fun idea to wear matching outfits to your office's holiday get-together. soonyoung, not so much. warnings — an angsty lil argument but it's resolved quickly, honestly that's it notes — lowercase intended. this is proofread very little so i apologize -.-

one reblog = one tiger print christmas sweater

“this is so awful. you couldn’t have picked something else? anything else?”

soonyoung groans from behind the bedroom door.

“that’s the whole point of buying these for each other! you can’t bring your own sweater to an ugly holiday sweater party!” you call back.

“but i picked a nice one for you! can i at least take it off once we get there?”

“nope, you gotta wear it the whole night! now c’mon, soonie, i wanna see!”

the door opens reluctantly and a pouting boyfriend steps out, wearing probably the worst looking ugly sweater in history.

you giggle and clap your hands. “you look so cute!”

he glares at you. “this is the opposite of cute! you could’ve at least gotten one with tiger print on it,” he says, walking down the stairs away from you.

“that wouldn’t have been ugly enough!” you protest. “we’ve gotta have the worst to win the contest, i’m tired of mingyu winning every year.”

you flip off the upstairs light and race down the stairs to the living room area where he’s waiting. he’s standing in front of the hall mirror, staring at his reflection with a frown. 

you walk over and slide your hands around his waist from behind. 

“are you feeling festive?” you ask, grinning over his shoulder.

“sure thing,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “remind me why we’re doing this again?”

“because it’s the office holiday party! free drinks, free food, making fun of our coworkers! and we’ll have fun, and then we’ll come home. like we do every year.”

“how come you didn’t make me do this last year, then?”

you pout. “c’mon,” you say, patting his stomach and stepping around him so you’re at his side. “look how good we look together, even in these awful outfits.”

you grab a santa hat from the closet and fix it on his head. “mr. claus, reporting for duty!” you giggle, trying to lighten his mood. 

but not even your joke can put a smile on his face. 

he sighs and grabs his coat, opening the door. “well, let’s go get this over with.”

the drive to the restaurant isn’t far, and because the traffic isn’t as bad later in the evenings, the drive goes by quickly. 

when you get in the car, you plug your phone into the aux, like you always do. but before you can play anything, soonyoung cuts you off.

“can you not play music? it’s distracting,” he says, his eyes never leaving the road.

you look over at him. “why are you being so grumpy tonight? we always have music, especially during the holidays. first the sweater, now this?”

he ignores your question. “is there anyone at this party i even know?” he asks, exiting the highway.

you frown. “yeah, most of them were there last year.”

“i was way too drunk last year to know anybody i was talking to,” he says, finally cracking a little bit of a smile.

you grin back, relieved that he’s finally stopped being moody. “see? it’s gonna be fun,” you say.

but to your dismay, his smile disappears almost as quickly as it came. “yeah, because this is definitely how i wanted to be spending today,” he glowers.

your eyebrows knit together, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. “what’s so special about today? why are you throwing a fit?”

he stiffens.

“soonyoung, what is going on? what is making you so upset?”

an awkward silence fills the car for a few seconds, before he finally answers. “you forgot our anniversary.”

“no i didn’t, it’s tomor–” you stop suddenly. ohh, crap.

okay, maybe you did forget your anniversary. but it’s been a busy past few weeks, and it’s not like you forgot about it entirely; you just lost track of the days. 

“why didn’t you just tell me, soonie?” you ask softly. “i wouldn’t have forced you to come if i’d realized. i mean, i did realize, just– not today.”

he sighs, keeping his eyes on the road. “well, you really wanted to go,” he says.

your face falls. “i only wanted to go because i wanted to be with you. i don’t care about the party, or the stupid sweater contest. i just wanted a fun evening together.”

he stays quiet, just keeps driving.

“soonyoung, can you pull over?” you say finally, exasperated.

“why?”

“because! will you do it, please?”

he doesn’t reply, but the car starts to slow, pulling over in front of an apartment complex, decorated with strings of white lights. the car rolls to a stop, and for the first time all night, he looks over at you.

his eyes look… not sad, but disappointed. and it breaks your heart, because if you’d only just paid a little more attention, or put an alarm on your phone, or done anything, you wouldn’t have ended up dragging soonyoung to this stupid, meaningless event when there are so many wonderful things you could’ve been doing together on your anniversary.

but because he’s just sweet the way he is, he was going along with this, because he thought it’s what you wanted. because he really would do anything for you. 

you watch his eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he’s waiting for you. “can we go home, please?”

his face stays blank. “why?”

you sigh and slump back in your seat. “because i don’t want you to be unhappy, and i don’t wanna be anywhere that makes you unhappy. i want to go home so we can spend what’s left of our anniversary together and i can try to fix this.”

you look down at your lap, avoiding his gaze, but by doing so you miss the way his furrowed brows soften and the way his cheeks lift a little.

there’s an awkward silence for a few more seconds before soonyoung starts the car again. “pizza or chinese?” he asks, and you look up, confused.

“what?”

“what do you wanna get for dinner? pizza, or chinese?”

you smile hesitantly, not sure if it’s supposed to be a trick question or not. of course you’ll choose his favorite. “chinese?”

he looks over at you and fully smiles, and it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders.

after picking up takeout, you sit on the couch, eating quietly as the tv plays in the background.

you swallow and put your chopsticks down. “i’m sorry, soonie. about everything. i swear i didn’t forget, i just didn’t realize what day it was.”

“i know, baby,” he says, exhaling. “i’m sorry, too.”

you sigh. “i kinda deserved it, though. i could’ve set reminders or something.”

“no, but i was being a brat about it. i overreacted, i didn’t have to be so rude,” he says. “next time, i promise, i’ll say something, okay?”

“i hope there won’t be a next time,” you laugh, taking another bite, and he smiles.

you pause, thinking while you finish chewing. “you still have tomorrow off, right?”

“mhm.” he nods. “why?”

“we’ll do everything tomorrow instead, then. i have some… surprises for you,” you say, flashing a grin.

he raises an eyebrow. “what kind of surprises?”

you giggle. “i can’t tell you, it’d ruin it! but… i can give you this.”

you jump up from the couch and run to the hall closet, grabbing the paper gift bag from where you’d hidden it in the very back.

you come back into the room and hand it to him excitedly. “happy anniversary.”

he beams, carefully throwing the colorful tissue paper onto the ground. you grin, waiting for his reaction

“oh my god, i love him!” his whole face lights up as he pulls the little tiger plushie out of the bag. he squeezes the stuffed animal to his chest. “our first kid!”

you laugh, eyes widening. “woah, woah, first? slow down there, tiger.”

“you don’t want more tiger babies with me?” he pretends to pout, looking up at you with pleading eyes. he turns his plushie around to face you, waving its little arms at you, and you can’t help but smile.

“we’ll see what they have at target.”

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[silvershiningtarot]

🍒PAC 18+ - What Will Your Crush Want Tell You Before Asking You Out?

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💓Pile 1: Your crush will say to you, you are their Twin Flames 🔥, they’ll say it’s worth it being with them and give it a chance. It’s tough but it is worth it. Probably something is going on with your Twin flame for some of you. They’ll have a secret account that nobody knows about. I sense a little butterflies in my stomach. They like you a lot. So I see them being hella nervous regardless of the label Twin Flame, Soulmate doesn’t matter they fuck with you. But that is exactly what they would say to you. Twin Flames. They would say that you should pause for a second before making any decision and think about what you are doing? So maybe they’ll ask you out, before they do they would want you to pause for a moment and think about it. So I see them just so giggly with you. This giving me puppy love vibes.. they’ll say that we are forever ♾️, love yourself first and always choose you. They’ll say that they feel stupid and whatever you assume about them, they’ll say that you're wrong. I can see them getting mad about it!! Like YOU’RE WRONG!! But also they’ll say that this is too intense, I can hear them heavily, maybe I’ll do a little message from them because they would wanna talk to you. But they’ll tell you that they love you. I love you 😘. Imma say little messages from them.

💓“Hello, Uhm I’m little bit nervous. I hope it's not too late to ask you out on a date? I just saw you standing there and the way you smile, just lit up my heart. I wanted to say you are something special and I’ll never forget that beautiful face of yours. I love the way you dress, talk, laugh and just everything, I would go into more details but I didn’t wanna take up your time. If that's okay with you my love. I can’t stop smiling and laughing when I’m next to you, please forgive me for being so nervous. You make me nervous, not your fault because you are just so beautiful. So I was wondering will you go out with me? If only you want to. I just wanted to say this since the moment I saw you, I felt this strong connection with you. I don’t know if we are soulmate or just meant to be together but you are my forever ♾️ maybe if we don’t last long enough, I will always remember this day. So again I’m sorry for taking up your time but Will you go out with me? You don’t have to answer right now but just think about it, I’ll be waiting for your response, don't worry I’ll be here waiting to hold your hand.”

Woah 🤯 I’m sorry that was truly intense what your crush have to tell to you. I mean they came out shooting with the message. Omg it’s like they want to tell you more, but they gotta calm down truly!! They crushing on you heavily!! 💓💓💓💓 oh I just heard them saying they wanna tell you more. So here is some more

💋“May I continue my life with you, Can I walk you home? Please I wanna spend enough time holding your hand, talk to me about your day or our future together. I’m so excited to see it happen with you. You're my dream come true, the girl I’ve been dreaming about. I hope I ain’t freaking you out, am I? I wanna keep you safe and take care of you and love you, oh snap I’m sorry did I say I love you.. well fuck it I love you, I ain’t ashamed tell you that. So be my girl, I don’t want to rush you but I wanna be with you. If you are with me, I’ll be the best version of me that I can be with you forever. I wanna make you happy forever no matter what. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Do you? Whatever you go through I go through. I’m sorry babbling I just can’t stop, I swear you make me so nervous. All I ask is for your permission, May I kiss you? If that's okay with you, just want to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Pile 2: Oh my Lord with the messages your crush wants to tell you pile 2. Accept this one coming off a bit of a roughneck!! Here’s there message to you, if they comes off bit like dickhead then this might be your crush some of you.🌸🌸

🌸“Hey Cutie, I know you feel like I’m immature as fuck. You have every right to feel how you feel, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna lie to you but I wanted to smash the moment I saw you. Excuse me for being who I am but I want us to stay together forever. Ha I love the way you smile and laugh, you make me laugh. Sorry I come off aggressive but I don’t play no games and you just so damn gorgeous, anybody else didn’t see you come on through that door, because I sure hell did. You fucking magnificent because you pull me close to you insanely. The moment I saw it, I fell hard for you. I know it's gonna sound corny as hell but you're my little pixie girl, Can you sprinkle some of that pixie dust on me, because damn! You are so beautiful and small. No wonder no one couldn’t see, look how little you are but that’s okay big guy is right here anyone fuck with you because I got you. So tell me your name, so we can kiss under the stars. Sorry if I’m being too pushy but when I saw you, I just thought that me and you make a great couple together. So tell me, What do you see when you look at me? How do I make you feel? I know how you make me feel and you definitely don’t want to know how I feel when I look at you, just so goddamn gorgeous. Sorry for the ring rounds, just wanted to say Will you go out with me? I feel so simping with you or sort of crushing on you heavily. I don’t feel shy when I’m next to you talking to you right now. I feel like a King next to you. I can fuck the world up next to you. If you want fuck shit up we can if you want too. Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t let no one harm you or even step close to you. So I’ll give you time to think about my question for a minute. If you can. I’m begging 🥺 I don’t beg for anything but only for you I will.”

No wonder I sense kind of dickhead vibe from this crush of yours. But they seems so honest and blunt! They ain’t shy when they are next you and I think that for some of you. They’ve been doing some readings about you. Obviously they ain’t done with their message.

🍀“Oh, wait a minute before I leave you alone, even though don’t leave me alone. I just wanted to say that i am so lucky 🍀 to go out someone like you, you are a like diamond that is hard to fine. That for damn sure I won’t let anyone touch or even talk to you, I know I sound very stupid or clingy or possessive but I don’t give a fuck! You just make me feel so much better. If you don’t mind I’m listening to a song In my head by Ne-Yo you make me better. Can it be that song for us? Or you wanna pick something else, I frankly don’t give a shit as long that smile stays on that face of yours. My queen, you are everything to me. I know I’m talking too much, I would rather take up your time because it is with me. You are important to me. So will you go out with me? Geez 😒 I know you getting annoying with me I just want you laugh with me and I see us together just to together. I don’t know if you want to be with me forever, which I hope that you do. Oh just wanna say that Do you smoke? Like a weed because I’ll light one up. We can get high together.”

Pile3: It seems like with them, they are fedUp. I don’t know, maybe your crush is mad about something but it seems to me that they get tired of you pushing away from them. Ooh Noo I can hear their message right now, they seem a bit irritated about it. So here’s their message to you.

😒”I sense a different type vibe over here between us, what’s wrong with you? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable or upset at me? Can you talk to me? If you push away I’m going to keep pulling you towards me. I won’t give up on you. There’s a lot of things I wanna say to you, but I wanna say this to you. Did you eat today? Was your day good? If it wasn’t then let me help you out with that day. Because when you turn away it hurts my feelings, I hate when you turn away from me. I just wanna tell you that I see you sweetheart. Do you see me? If I’m giving you a hard time, then just tell me. I wanna be the ear that you need and want. We can talk about all things you don’t like about me or yourself or relationships or whatever the case maybe just let me in. Do you like flowers 💐? I bought you some flowers 🌸 I hope that brighten your day because it did with me. I know I sound like a nerd or dork person but with you I feel so perfect, I don’t feel bad about it. So I was wondering maybe just maybe.. Will you go out with me? Can I be honest with you? I really wanna kiss you so badly, it's like I wanna lose my patience with you but I can’t. I’m respecting your space if that makes you happy. I wrote this poem to you, Can I read to you? Roses are red, violets are blue, you are the one that made my dreams come true. I know that sounded weird and corny but I wrote it just for you. Don’t cry, you're going to make me cry, you deserve this beautiful poem I made for you. It’s for you. I want you to keep it forever. Even 50 years from now, I want you to have it. Let it be our last. I feel like you're my soulmate, or whatever I feel for you it’s real. Not only is it real but it has been so long since I’ve been able to feel it again. I felt so numb for a long time, until I saw your face again and your eyes just sparked at me and I just couldn’t help myself anymore. I just wanted to come up to you and say, " Will you go out with me?.”

That’s exactly what your crush tell you or say to you. It seems like they have more to say to you.

❤️“Sorry I haven't finished what I was saying to you, am I rushing you? I hope I wasn’t rushing you because I don’t know it all seems so fast to me, I want you to meet my friends and family. I know they’ll love you dearly. Shoot they love you even now because they are with me and you're with me. Even if just for a moment you're with me standing here while I’m looking at you in the face. Telling you that you will go on one date with me. If you don’t like fancy restaurants we can go wherever you want to go. It can be at a fast food place that makes you happy. But I just want to say that you make my day everyday. Can I have a kiss on a cheek, just one kiss 💋 the rest is for later on our date night. Don’t have to make a decision even though I would want you to but take your time sweet face. You're my dream girl, I hope I’m your dream guy. I wanna wake up next to you in my arms, I wanna hug you until you fall back asleep again In my arms. I’m a cuddle, I love to cuddle . Is that alright with you? My love, can I call you my dream girl? Or should I say my queen. You are my best friend, my best side of me. If that makes sense to you. Haha 😂 making you laugh, makes me laugh 😂. Let's sit together so we can watch the sunset together. I wanna sweep you off your feet. No more getting mad 😠, if you are mad tell me about it even if it at me. I don’t care let’s fight about it, let’s just get it out of our system together. So we can share this moment together.”

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[pro-sipper]

(i totally get it if you don't wanna answer this ask, feel free to just delete it if i'm makin you uncomfortable or anything!)

i used to self-identify as an anti, but i've been reading through some more stuff on either tag and now i'm kinda unsure which label to use.

before my thinking was, "i don't want to be associated with anyone who find gratification in fictional portrayals of incestuous/pedophilic relationships (or anyone who would want their blog to act as a safe space for said people), and from what i've heard, that's what proshippers do. proshippers dni."

but see... aligning myself with the "kill yourself and die" people isn't much better. i'd really rather people didn't assume i send death threats OR think it's okay to ship siblings together, personally. i'd rather say with words what i think and who i don't want on my blog, but i'd also rather not get a million "are you a proshipper/anti?" asks constantly. because god knows people on this site can't read.

this whole thing is stupid. why must i pick one or be bombarded to pick one 24/7, and then bombarded some more for whichever one i do pick, even when i don't agree with either 100% completely. i just wanna post my funny guys man

My honest answer would just be ignore the haters and post your funny guys without worrying too much one way or the other! But if you'd like to read my thoughts a little more in depth...

I think most people don't care about, and think they're above pro/anti discourse. So if you just do your own thing, no one should care.

I don't ship siblings or anything else that would really raise any alarm bells, so I'm basically stealth proship on all my other blogs. I've even reblogged some very heavy proship posts that say everything about what we believe, minus the exact label "proship" and no one has sent me any asks saying like "umm what was this post about exactly..?" But that's just my experience.

At the end of the day, being proship is just about minding your own business and remembering that fiction is fiction. You don't have to be comfortable with everything out there (god knows I'm not) but you have to accept that avoiding it is your responsibility. Block the appropriate tags, turn back if you encounter something upsetting, and most of all do not harass whoever made it because they're well within their right to do so

But going back to what you said about proshippers... Like you said, "from what I've heard that's what proshippers do". I think it's important to recognize that some things you've heard could be misleading, depending on where they were coming from. Because most antis seem to think that proshippers are constantly one degree away from violent sexual real life crime when that just isn't the case.

Thought crimes are not real. Thinking bad things in your head doesn't make you a bad person. Your taste in fiction doesn't dictate the kind of person you are. All that matters is how you treat real people in real life.

[lythea-creation]

What is Love - Toxic Layan x fem reader

summary: (f/n) and Layan have been in a relationship for quite some time and yet it's like entering a different world when school is close.

warnings: bullying, toxic relationship

word count: 1.054

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Requested? Yes

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I had been close to Layan since literally forever. We used to hang out when we were kids and it just never changed. Actually our bond only grew stronger over the years.

However I was not exactly the kind of person Layan hung around with at school. I was not nearly as athletic, pretty and confident as Rania or Ruqayyah.

Layan surely did not try to hide that from me. At her or my home she was showering me with love and praises, but as soon as she entered school property she was a completely different person.

Whenever I attempted to talk to her, she seemed to ignore me. At least it felt like it.

The other girls soon followed her example, although the did not ignore me. Instead they started picking on me.

They were looking and laughing at me whenever I was passing by them in the hallways.

They were pushing mean notes into my locker and waiting to see my reaction.

They were “accidentally” spilling water over my notebooks to ruin my homework or bumping into me while I was carrying stuff to make me drop it, so they could literally look down on me.

Either nobody noticed or nobody cared. The result stayed the same. I dreaded going to school every day.

Without Layan I did not have anyone to count on as her friends were bullying me and everyone else did not want to become the next target.

The more time passed the more I was wondering if Layan actually loved me. After all she did not behave like it at school. Maybe she was only playing around with me.

But she appeared so sincere whenever we were alone.

I was absolutely torn.

As soon as I arrived at home I escaped into my room, dropped my bag to the ground and fell onto my bed.

I was still holding the note in my hand that I had found in my locker after the last lesson. “You don't belong here, pathetic loser! Why are you even trying?”, it said.

Yeah. Why was I even trying? I did not know anymore. I was just tired of all of this.

The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Layan.

For a moment I considered letting her hang, like she was doing with me every day at school. But the picture of her on my screen made my heart jump too much to not answer.

“Hey, (f/n)! Do you wanna come over?”, Layan greeted me happily.

Of course she did. After all she did not need to deal with hateful notes and cruel surprises on a daily basis.

“Nah”, I mumbled.

“What's up?”, she wondered.

Tears sprung to my eyes at her question. She had no idea what she was doing to me. What was happening to me because of her. Did she not pay any attention to me at all when she was around her other friends? Was love supposed to be this way? What did I know?

“I'm really tired”, I brushed it off.

I did not want to have this conversation. I could not put up with this on top of everything else going on in my life right now.

“Okay, then. Should I come over to your place? We could just chill”, she suggested.

“Today just won't work”, I proclaimed. “Gotta go now. Bye.”

“I love ...” I hung up before she could finish. Her words were hurting me even more.

The next day was not any different, except the other girls made me trip instead of bumping into me.

My knees forcefully hit the ground while my hands were tangled up with my books. The impact really hurt, not just emotionally this time.

My hands were feeling bruised, my knees burning from scraping over the ground.

“You should really watch where you're going next time”, one of the girls proposed.

I gulped down the tears, picked up my books and continued my way without even looking at them.

But I stopped in my tracks when I heard Layan's furious voice: “What the hell was that?”

“We just put her in place for you. That's all. Don't worry! You don't have to thank us”, one of the girls remarked.

“Why the hell should I thank you for hurting my girlfriend?”, she exclaimed. “How dare you?”

My whole body turned around at her words. Was my mind playing tricks on me now?

“Girlfriend?”, Rania questioned.

Layan just seemed to notice the impact of her words, her eyes widening for a second before returning back to normal.

Her gaze focused on me for the first time at school, her eyes softening when she realized my state.

“Yeah, my girlfriend. If any of you has an issue with, you gotta deal with me. The same goes for tormenting her”, she declared. “Next time I won't let it drop this easily.”

She stormed away from them, snatched the books out of my hands and at the same time pulled me with her. However she managed to do that so easily.

We came to a halt inside one of the restrooms where she put my books down to take my hands in hers.

“(f/n), I'm so sorry. How long has this been going on?”, Layan inquired.

I pulled away from her. “Don't”, I mumbled.

She appeared to be shocked by my reaction. Was she seriously that oblivious?

“They only picked on me because you showed them how inferior and worthless I apparently am. You ignore me every day and now you want to play the worried, heroic girlfriend?”

“I never meant to hurt you”, she claimed.

“But you did”, I yelled at her. “I was miserable this whole time and you didn't even notice because you were too busy keeping up with your popularity status.”

“(f/n), I'm sorry. I'll do better. Just give me one more chance. I love you!”, she begged me with her best puppy eyes.

Was it my self-destructive part that was keeping me from getting away from her?

“Please don't leave me”, she added, close to crying.

I could not help but pull her into my arms.

“I won't”, I whispered. “I love you, too.”

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Guys, plz watch out for yourselves and try to avoid such toxic relationships! Anyway I hope you like the story!

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