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lieslab · 2 days ago

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It's not like me to be so mean, you're all I wanted

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: Your battle with substance abuse causes your boyfriend to pull away from you.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3.6k

Addiction, anxiety, and depression resources

Trigger warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, vomit, overdosing via fentanyl, depression, anxiety, and death.

A/N: Requestee, this was one of the hardest things I've written in a while. There's a high and then a fall, plus the way addiction can affect the people you love. Addiction is difficult, but there is always hope and plenty of things to assist in one's recovery <3

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“So that’s it? You’re leaving me? You’re just like everyone else! You promised you’d stay! You swore you were different from the rest!” The words laced with hurt. You stood teary-eyed in front of your boyfriend, trying to understand.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, causing his adam’s apple to pulse. He blinked rapidly and his head shook. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it, Chan?”

“I promised I’d stay and you promised to get better. You said you’d be open to getting help. You’d try. That was part of our agreement and you’re not trying.”

“I am trying!”

“Trying to do what?” His voice raised and then softened. “Kill yourself? Because that’s all I see. You’re being reckless and I have begged and begged and begged you to stop. I collapsed to my knees and begged. I’ve pleaded, I tried, and you won’t stop.”

“That’s not fair!”

“And neither is watching the love of your life waste away to drugs and alcohol!” He snapped. “Do you think I want to come home after work and find you unconscious? To find you laying in a pool of your own vomit!”

Your bottom lip trembled. Each arm curled around your torso, trying to silently console yourself, but it wasn’t working. The lump in your throat expanded and tension grew. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m not going to stand here and wait for you to die. I’ve tried telling you. I’ve tried to get you help. I don’t know what else to do.”

“I’m trying,” you repeated weakly. “I’m really trying, Chan, but it’s so hard.”

“Trying to what? You’re not going to rehab. You’re not interested in support groups. You won’t talk to any kind of professional. Do you know what happens to people who can’t stop? They die! Fentanyl is laced in their drugs and then they die! They overdose on whatever they’re using and then they die! Why can’t you understand that it all ends with you dead?”

“That’s not true! My dealer would never-”

“If your dealer really cared about you, they wouldn’t be providing you with such substances!”

“Well, maybe I just want to fucking die!”

A broken laugh fell from his lips. The tops of his cheeks reddened from crying. He sniffled and wiped his eyes. “You don’t think I don’t know that? I have tried so hard to help you, but I can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped.”

“C-Chan…”

He shook his head and spun around. Panic caused your heart to skip a beat. You followed him, rushing forward to grab his hand. “Chan, please. I’m sorry, I’ll try harder and I-”

“It’s too late.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve already made arrangements with the guys. I’m staying with them until I can figure out where to go. I’ll come get the rest of my stuff when I can.”

Desperate fingers reached out for him, but he pulled away. Your sense of stability tilted, the floor caved beneath you, and your heart burst. You watched in a mix of shock in silence as he headed to the front door. He refused to make eye contact with you as he wiggled into his shoes.

He didn’t even bother tying them properly. So desperate to get away from your darkness, he fled like a thief in the night. In his hands, he carried your beating heart with him. You didn’t know how to be whole without him. You didn’t know how to be whole without substances, either.

At some point, your sense of self deflated and you were lost. Miserable and depressed, unsure of who you were, too anxious to consider the future, too sad to escape the past, you felt doomed. Trapped and caged in; a prison sat over your head.

And substances? They made you feel so alive. They took you to a place where the past didn’t haunt you. Your thoughts didn’t feel like a hammer to your head. Your skull didn’t crack and your brain didn’t ooze.

Light as a feather, free as a bird, and as empty-headed as a jellyfish; you floated in the current of substances. Brain chemicals altered and you changed. Chan changed too, but you ignored it. How could you give up that feeling? The feeling of freedom, when your life stopped feeling like a punishment, and it started to feel like a fuzzy, warm bliss.

Some of them made you feel like a shooting star. Bright and powerful. The star of the show, the intense high, spiked energy, a boost of euphoria. The world worked in your favor.

Others turned you into a never-ending machine. Hours slipped into days and the energy never stopped. Sleep weaned away. You could talk forever, solve any problem, and anything was possible.

A soft velvet coddled you. Alcohol made the floor tip and tilt. Giddily and giggly, you walked around with unsteady limbs. Bumping into walls, flopping on furniture, letting the days blend and melt together.

It all felt so good on the inside, but it took a toll on the outside of your body. Flushed skin, dilated pupils, and wide eyes, you looked unrecognizable. Fingers twitched, the body worked on its own accord, trying to process whatever substance you placed in it.

Brush your nose with your fingers once. Twice. The world turned crystal clear. You knew who you were. You knew what you wanted. Every word from your mouth turned magnetic. You finally knew what to say, who to be, it was a handcrafted enlightenment from God.

Another day, another injection in a forearm. A heart hammered in your chest, pounded against your lungs, but each beat felt like clarity. A stomach growled for food, but despite it, you weren’t hungry. You never were. You needed to move.

You smiled at Chan. You smiled, but he knew. He always knew when you looked at him like that. Purple eye bags, empty eyes, a smile that felt a little too unnatural. Your eyes didn’t scrunch up like they normally did. You pretended to be fine, but he knew you were using. If he couldn’t see it, he could smell it, and if he couldn’t smell it, he could feel it.

You turned into a ticking time bomb. Days blurred together, but the drugs made you tick. You became everything all at once and then nothing at all. Because the high never lasts forever, so you crashed. Hard.

The inside of your head, a constant pressure. A water balloon grew and burst. A half-eaten sandwich sat without a plate on the marbled counter. Withering lettuce, odd chunks of tomatoes, deli meat that lost its moisture overnight. In the middle of your path to greatness, you fell and each time it ended, the emptiness came back. Piles of wrinkled dirty clothes littered the bedroom floor.

A quiet silence after a storm. The shattering realization that without the high, without the thrum, you were nothing. Broken. Empty. A walking shell of a human and you didn’t know who you were. It all came crawling back. The nerves. The anxiety. The stress.

Pale skin and shaky fingers. Your stomach twisted in pain from hunger. Your head pounded and you laid slumped over in the bed. Unsure if you could get up without feeling nauseous, you lied there. You tried to swallow, but your mouth turned cotton and became dryer than the sahara desert.

Tired and soaked in a light sweat. Your jaw ached from clenching it so hard the night before. During those times, you knew you should have tried to eat something, but you didn’t. You crashed, you fell, and you hit the ground hard. An empty sleep pulled you back under.

You tried to stabilize your reality, but it became disoriented. Distant. Hazy. Your clear cognitive abilities turned to mush. Drug paraphernalia sat in the distance. Chan’s mellow voice floated softly from somewhere.

He alway provided a tenderness that you didn’t deserve. You lied straight through your teeth. You didn’t try. You didn’t try anything because you loved the electricity and the buzz. You chased the high time and time again. You’d been chasing it for so long, the withdrawal would be hell.

So you snorted, you injected, and you drank. You floated, you crashed, you numbed your emotions, and you threw up acidic stomach acid the next morning. You didn’t know how to stop it. You didn’t want it to stop.

When did it become wrong to crave peace?

~ ~ ~

The sight of your face down body called Chan’s heart to sink. Alone with you in the bathroom, you didn’t move along the tile floor. A faint sigh escaped his nose before he reached down, gently shaking your shoulder. “Baby, wake up.”

He gently shook you again, but you didn’t respond. When you didn’t move, he pushed your stiff shoulder, forced you onto your back, and froze. You laid with your eyes wide open and glassy. Cracked lips parted, tinted with a faint blue hue. In a panic, he shook you harder, but you didn’t respond.

He couldn’t breathe, let alone think. Each breath caught in his throat. He blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself away from the sight of you. “No, no, no.” He grabbed your other shoulder and shook.

Your head shifted slightly, but your empty eyes didn’t blink. Bloodshot with bursted capillaries, your chest didn’t lift and fall as it should have. Shaky fingers reached up and softly patted your cheeks.

“Hey! You’re freaking me out. Wake up. Wake up! Baby, no! No, no, no.” Tears leaked down his cheeks. “Don’t leave me here! Don’t do this to me!”

He ripped his phone from a worn denim pocket and dilated the emergency number. A woman on the other end responded to the call instantly. Grief soaked his voice as he repeated your shared address. Warm tears streamed down his cheeks and soaked into your shirt.

He folded his hands, placed them in the center of your chest, and performed chest compressions. As time went on and he answered questions from the phone, he ignored the burn of his forearms. Your body jerked beneath him, but your glassy eyes didn’t leave the ceiling.

He didn’t see any signs of drinking, but he knew the substances you abused regularly. Surely, something would be around here somewhere. The paramedics could save you, right?

You weren’t meant to die this young. Not at this age. Surely, not alone on the cold bathroom floor. The body beneath him turned stone cold, but it used to be full of life. He remembered the way you squeaked and squirmed when he gently tickled your sides.

Laughing and stealing kisses, right after he snuck home after work. Entangled legs, pulsing hearts, and love oozing between you. No substances, just warm lips, and gentle touches. He thought the two of you could build a home together and it’d last forever.

A safe space, a haven for you to grow old together, it wasn’t meant for you to die in. Not yet. What about the future? Every version of yourself that you were supposed to morph into? What about them?

“Why isn’t it working? Why aren’t they coming back? Why aren’t you coming back?” The words broke in the back of his throat.

“Sir, please-”

“Shut up!” He screamed at the phone. He grabbed it and chucked it across the room. The device bounced off the ledge of the tub and clattered on the inside. “You weren’t supposed to leave me! You promised you’d be here forever!”

His fingers clutched the front of your shirt tightly before he collapsed over you. Sobs wracked his body as he cried. Tears filled his eyes and he couldn’t breathe. You wouldn’t be back. Imprinted on him, there’d be no coming back from this.

“I failed you. I failed you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, j-just come back.” His forehead pressed against the center of your stiff chest. He breathed, but your breaths never came.

You still smelled like you. The same shared scent of floral fabric softener and faint hint of laundry soap. A bottom lip trembled as he cried over you. He cried because he couldn’t save you. Because no matter how hard you tried, your inner demons destroyed you.

Each substance tells a story; seeped in misery and soaked in pain. You clutched your vices tightly, trying to combat the things you weren’t ready to face. Some people think it’ll never kill them, but then it does.

Silent and fast. The words slur and stop. The body goes limp. It all just stops. A brain flickers and pulses, desperate for oxygen, but the receptors go numb. The oxygen ceases and the color fades.

Blue explains blue skies and rolling foamy waves along the tide. Children’s laughter and splashing water. Sunshine-filled days for the beach. The warmth of your skin and squawking seagulls, but it also stands for the opposite.

When the breathing slows and ceases, oxygen fades from the blood. Cracked lips turn powder blue, quite a few shades away from the usual oxygenated blood. It hits the tips of your fingers, too. It highlights the desperate screams of family members finding their loved ones overdosed and unable to breathe.

Empty eyes and limp limbs. Pin-pricked pupils and lonely deaths. Is it worth it? Is it ever really worth the high? Do you chase the high, or does the high chase you? Playing with such fire, someone’s bound to get burned.

You jerked upright in a cold bed with a gasp. The previous night, you lulled yourself to sleep with alcohol and blurry memories. The stretched white smile across Chan’s face and two deep dimples. Eyes the color of every quiet thing you missed.

Your headache knocked the moment you sat up, but you ignored it. Nausea swirled along the interior of your stomach, but you didn’t bother stopping it. Tripping over your feet, you rushed from the room, barely having the time to put on your own shoes.

You had to find Chan.

~ ~ ~

Back in Felix and Seungmin’s dorm, Chan laid on the couch unable to sleep. The pair provided him with soft pillows and blankets, but he still couldn’t sleep. He wanted to, but he just couldn’t.

Did it make him an asshole for leaving you? The thought echoed around his brain over and over again. Surely not, but then again, it did. He left you when you were the most vulnerable, but he really had tried.

He made doctor appointments that you refused to attend. He talked to therapists, but you refused to hear them out. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink it. You were the same way. He tried, but you weren’t budging on your stance.

He didn’t mean to hurt you, but he had to think about himself, as well. He started to lose sleep, wondering and waiting when he’d come home and find you dead. He didn’t want to find you deceased.

Due to your misuse of substances, you lashed out and grew angry. At times, he’d come home and find the apartment in chaos. Clutter from cabinets sat all over the counters. Your fingers twitched and you paced.

Mumbling beneath your breath, shaky fingers rearranged things again and again. He tried to lead you to bed, but you shook him off. Insisting you were on the verge of something great. He didn’t understand it, but in your haze, you did. It all made perfect sense.

He hated watching a synthetic personality appear. It wasn’t you and it certainly wasn’t the person he fell in love with. Empty eyes and greasy hair. In your shared bed, he stayed awake, trying to listen to the rise and fall of your lungs.

The air conditioner hummed in the background and a faint light pulsed from behind his head. In the kitchen, the neon green stove clock switched numbers every minute. The hue created a faint shadow along the wall.

He hated the thin cushions beneath him and he wanted his bed. He craved you. All of you. Your body and the way your lips used to feel against his. Soft, hydrated, and alive. You used to be so alive before the drugs and alcohol.

Your laughter jump-started his heart. For so many days, after the two of you moved in together, his jaw ached at the end of the day, all from smiling too much. Where did that ache go? Where did you go? Your warmth, your liveliness, the person you used to be.

He didn’t know how it all started. You accumulated your substances from somewhere. He wasn’t worried when you started drinking alcohol, but then it increased. Drastically. One shot turned into five. He had to babysit you when you drank, you were messy.

He didn’t mind rubbing your back while you vomited. Nor did he mind using a warm rag to wipe vomit from the creases of your mouth. When your alcohol intake increased, he confronted you, but you refused to talk about it.

His head swam through past memories with you. His other hand lazily ran through his hair. Fingers curled around the strands and massaged his scalp, repeating all the motions that you used to do. He missed you.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He jerked upright at the sound of a knock on the door. Worried it was something important, he rushed to his feet and quickly turned on the light switch. The living room came to life. He jerked open the door, and there you were.

Soaked in tears and snot, your fingers shook. A bottom lip trembled and you stood in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Chan’s eyebrow raised, shocked that you had found him. When he finally realized it was you, he stepped outside the screen door.

“How did you-”

You didn’t respond as you threw yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his back, pressing his beating heart against your chest. Your eyes shut and you squeezed him tightly.

“Woah, what’s this about?”

“I-I had a nightmare.”

“Are you okay?”

“I died and you found me.”

His arms froze, halfway around you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his cotton t-shirt. “I know I’m not perfect and I’ve put you through hell, but I’m begging you to give me one more chance. Just one. I-I can’t have you find me like that, Chan.”

He didn’t respond right away. Crickets chirped in the distance. A pale moth bonked off the screen door, trying to reach the light. He didn’t respond, but his arms nestled around your body. A safe nest, a moment of comfort, and your heart swelled.

“I don’t want to come home and lose you again,” he finally whispered. “I don’t want to put myself through that.”

“You were right. You were right about the fentanyl and the drugs.” You pulled away, blinking back streaming tears. “I-I saw myself dead. I was so pale and y-you were so broken, Chan, I-”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” your head rapidly shook, “it’s not. It’s not okay and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. It’s not right. I haven’t treated you right and I’ve been a horrible partner to you. You’ve tried so hard to save me and I’ve been so fucking selfish and I-”

Your knees wobbled and you broke. Bursting into tears, he grabbed your hips before you could hit the ground. You sobbed against his shoulder, finally letting out the hurt you’d been running from. You clutched onto him just like you always had.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he tucked your head beneath his. “You’re alive and you’re still breathing. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” A warm hand trailed along your spine.

He kissed your cheek, trying to calm you down. The two of you stayed like that for quite a while. You were certain you smelled like strong vodka, but if Chan could smell it, he didn’t care. Instead, he hummed softly, trying to calm your heavy sobs.

At some point, your eyes drooped. You breathed softly and tried to relax. After a while, he pulled his head back. “Are you tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Come inside here for the night. Seungmin and Felix won’t mind. Stay with me and we can figure out where to start tomorrow.”

“I don’t wanna upset them.”

“Relax. You’re safe here and you know it.” He reached down, scooping your exhausted body into his arms. Your head shifted, slumping against his shoulder. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Inside, he used his hip to shut the door and shifted a hand beneath you to lock it. When he finished, he headed back over to the couch and slowly sat down. You leaned back against his chest, letting your legs tangle with his.

His hands curled around your waist and held you tight. “Cozy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.”

“Chan?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I know I haven’t said it recently, but I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

As the two of you shifted to get comfy, the headache in your head became the least of your worries. Instead, you focused on the gentle thrum of Chan’s heart. Behind you, his whalloped and yours fell into a steady beat beside it. Your fingers curled along the edge of his shirt, wanting to hold onto him.

He hummed you to sleep and, for the first time in a long time, it was the first night you hadn’t been lured back to sleep via substance abuse, but rather the warmth of someone who loved you, despite it all.

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stargazedwinchester · 4 months ago

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Birthday ♡ Dean

Summary: You bake for Dean on his birthday. Word Count: 727 I know it was Dean's birthday a few days ago but I thought I'd do a little imagine for him <3

Dean isn’t one to celebrate, well… anything. Christmas and birthdays are just regular days. The brothers are just glad they make it through every year. This year, you want to change it up.

You had gone to the grocery store earlier this morning whilst Dean was in bed. He somehow didn’t feel you get up, nor hear you leave the bunker. Luckily enough, he was still snoozing when you got back. You haven’t baked much since you first left home - so you’re hoping your skills aren’t rusty. You’re planning on cooking Dean some sort of birthday pie - you picked up some fruit; cherries, raspberries and apples. Dean isn’t picky, obviously, but you just can’t wait to see the look on his face when he notices how many pies you’ve made for him.

You take the fruit and mash it up in a plastic bowl, picking up a round cake tin and preparing the ready-made pastry. Leaving the fruit to the side, you stretch the pastry to fit the pan, pressing the tip of the fork to make a dotted pattern at the bottom of the pie to allow airflow. Pouring the fruit mixture in, you add a little bit of sugar for sweetness, and take the remaining bit of pastry and create a pattern for the top of the pie.

You also bought birthday candles whilst you were out - the ones that don’t blow out. It’ll be hilarious watching him try to blow the candles out. You turn around to preheat the oven, spinning back round to apply the finishing touches to Dean’s pie. You do this with the other two as well.

As the pies were cooking, you prepared the kitchen island with a long table runner to go across, decorated it with candles and plates and cutlery. You also blew up some balloons, ones that read ‘Birthday Boy!’. Once the pies are done, you take them out of the oven and attempt to take them out of the tin as carefully as possible. It’s almost noon, and you’re certain Dean will wake at any moment. You don’t want to rush, but you feel the need to have it finished before he tries to find you. You lightly push the candles on the cherry pie, quickly lighting them and hearing familiar footsteps approach the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Dean calls, his eyes suddenly falling on the birthday candles. His eyes light up as he glances over at you, standing there bashfully. “Happy Birthday, Dean!” You yell, throwing your arms in the air. Dean laughs, but not at you. He laughs because no one has done this for him before, no one has put this much effort into making three pies all for him. To decorate the kitchen with balloons and candles to the best of your ability with the resources you have. His eyes are glimmering, the flicker of the flames reflecting on his skin. You rush over to him and his arms wrap tightly around you. When he pulls away, he’s taken aback by his view. “Wow, Y/N,” he says, the smile on his face is plastered on. “You did all this?” He asks, his hand motioning toward the pies. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to surprise you.” You blush, the fact that he’s so stunned by all your effort makes your heart somersault.

“This is amazing. Thank you.”

“Here, blow your candles out.” You usher him toward the pie, and he takes a deep breath, blowing on the flames. Dean attempts to cheer, but notices that the candles re-light themselves. You watch his face, he’s clearly bewildered, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes concentrate on the flames. “What the-”

Dean goes to blow the candles out again, and you can’t help but guffaw at the candles re-lighting once again. “What the hell is going on?” He asks, a gruffness in his voice that sounds a little too serious. “Dean,” you can only just make out, and Dean blows them out again. The flame weakly reignites, and he blows them out once more. “You can’t blow them out. They’re magic candles.” You chuckle, tears forming in your eyes at Deans expense. Dean looks at you as if you’re joking. You can’t help but laugh anyway.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You say through laughter, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Thank you, Y/N. This is great.”

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robin-evry · 8 months ago

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Hiiiiiii !!!! Could I please ask for half-flower (rose) yuu? ♡

Sure thing, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇 🌹🥀

A nymph (Ancient Greek: νύμφη, romanized: nýmphē; Attic Greek: [nýmpʰɛː]; sometimes spelled nymphe) is a minor female nature deity in ancient Greek folklore. Distinct from other Greek goddesses, nymphs are generally regarded as personifications of nature; they are typically tied to a specific place, landform, or tree, and are usually depicted as maidens.

I know this isn't what you ask for, but I decided to modify it a little to have a little background, I chose nymph due to them being a personification of nature, so this yuu will be a nymph that is the personification of the flower rose

( English is not my first language )

Yuu's appearance is deeply tied to the rose motif. They have half of their body adorned with intricate rose patterns, where thorny vines twist elegantly along with their skin, possibly wrapping around their arms and legs.

They are calm and nurturing like a flower in full bloom, but if someone harms those they care about, they reveal her "thorny" side, becoming sharp-tongued and quick to defend themselve and others.

They are the embodiment of the rose—elegant, serene, and welcoming to those who approach them with kindness. They value harmony, often seeking to create peace among those around them, much like how a rose beautifies its surroundings. However, like the thorned stem of the flower, they have a sharp edge. They are fiercely protective of their friends and can be quite intimidating when someone threatens them.

When they walk past the surroundings with plants, flowers or roses start to bloom out of nowhere since they have a connection to nature. Become NRC affocial gardener

Regardless they are actually very good at gardening, when Crowley was visiting ramshackle he saw that ramshackle is like a green house rich with beautiful plants, instead of a run down shack it looks like a rich and bountiful house that are filled with flowers around it making it beautiful. Soon they were hired to be a gardener including a paycheck for them.

And it did not disappoint, the school became a lot more popular, the school has become a much nicer place than RSA, the film research club usually films scenes that takes place in forest or an area field with flowers in exchange of not damaging the flowers, even some famous brands, photographer etc do their photo or filming in NRC, Crowley managed to double the amount the his getting but 80% of the money was given to yuu.

During some time epel ask half flower!yuu to help him with the trees in his village, since their grandparents have apple trees and it been getting hard to maintain. As well to use their natural ability to turn dead trees into flourishing apple trees.

Each winter, they're powers and energy slowly begin to dwindle as the weather turns colder. Much like how roses enter dormancy during the winter season, they also withdraw from their usual lively state. Their body and magic are tied to nature, so they require this period of rest to rejuvenate their powers. During hibernation, the rose vines that adorn their body recede slightly.

This hibernation period usually lasts from late fall until the first signs of spring. During this time, their personality becomes quieter, more introspective. They tend to avoid conflict, conserving their energy by staying indoors and using her magic sparingly. However, even in this dormant state, their thorns remain sharp, ready to defend themselves and others if necessary.

Since they're connected to plants and nature, they have the ability to manipulate any plant similar to poison ivy powers but the drawback they are unable to create plants, only be able to only existing resources.

Example : during the savanaclaw arc, they were unable to manipulate plants due to the lack of plants or nature in the area. So they carried a sack of seeds In case of this situation.

They're floral pheromones can calm, soothe, or subtly influence others. At NRC, they uses this ability carefully, often to de-escalate conflicts before they spiral out of control. In dangerous situations, they can amplify the effect to create an overwhelming sense of peace, putting their opponents into a dazed or passive state.

In ramshackle, there's a small garden filled with rare flowers, and some students found half flower!yuu tending the flowers during their free time and if any students pluck their flowers without permission or destroy it, they will dangle by the leg upside down for half an hour.

Their dorm room is a sanctuary of its own, filled with potted plants, vines, and roses that respond to their presence. It has a calming atmosphere, with the faint scent of roses always lingering in the air. Friends often visit their room for peace and quiet when the chaos of NRC becomes overwhelming, knowing that their plants will offer comfort and protection. They've become known for her green thumb, and their room is a hidden oasis amid the more chaotic, dark environment of the school.

They are also knowledgeable about biology on plants. During their free time if a student manages to come in contact with their dangerous plants, they will create an antitude for the situation. They are also excellent pharmacists.

Classes like potionolgy are extremely easy for them, one of Mr crewel star pupal. Some students seek for them for their guidance on the subject

Them and Vil share an appreciation for beauty and elegance. Vil respects their natural grace and sees her as a symbol of refined strength. They bond over skincare, fashion, and the art of presentation, though Vil sometimes wishes they would embrace a more high-maintenance beauty routine. meanwhile, they enjoy Vil's dedication to perfection but reminds him that even roses have imperfections that make them unique.

Also they usually have a sun bath, they will lay in the ramshackle ground wearing a sun glass and enjoy the sunlight.

They are also to be described as very confident and brash by people, described by people as their thorn side even tho that people said this side is ugly, half-flower!yuu would ignore them due to them loving both sides of themselves and always be true to themselves.

Even tho people see them as a kind and brash person, they are also very judgemental immediately judging people's fashion sense, during their first meeting with ace, in their head they are judging his uniform and hairstyle. They also had a very sharp tongue immediately roasting the first years during their first meeting.

#not canon #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst scenario #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu au #twst mc #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst yuu au #half-flower!yuu #nymph!yuu kinda

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rosequiem · 9 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ rosequiem ˚₊‧✩*ੈ

Tags:

to organise my blog for my own viewing pleasure, you are free to use it too!

◦ pixels blinkies | buttons | decome | pixels | stamps

◦ layouts icons | layouts

◦ art ❀ | *ੈ✩‧₊˚

◦ dolls figures ❣

◦ fashion ♡

◦ food nom

◦ gifs gif | gifs

◦ cute ♕ | :3

◦ nature ✿

◦ misc ❄ | official art |(>⩊<) | ⭐ | cgs | tls

◦ main interests arknights | nso | vocaloid | fom

#𓆩♡𓆪

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popcorn428 · 1 year ago

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✦BSD and black butler media resources plus other miscellaneous links under the cut ✦

ₓ˚. ୭ ◦˚.୭ ˚○◦˚ Popcorn's intro ˚◦○˚ ୧.˚◦ ୧ .˚ₓ

✰Online name: Popcorn

1053ch+day++g++fk+s—m1q+

✰My tags:

♡popcorn rambles: any of my own posts, so basically not reblogs

♡popcorn asks: asks I give others and receive

♡popcorn face: posts with my face in it lol

♡popcorn art: my art, very rare occurrence lol

♡popcorn games: any games i participate in

♡popcorn fic recs: exactly what it says

♡popcorn favs

✰Art alt: @poppycreates

✰Instagram: popcorn_4288

✰Discord: popcorn428

✰Fandoms I'm active in: Bungo stray dogs and Black butler

✰books I'm currently reading: gone girl and white nights

✰music artists and bands I like: PTV, Alex G, Mitski, Dance Gavin Dance, Melanie Martinez

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

some of these links are from someone else's post that I had copied and pasted into my notes app, so I don't remember the original person sorry!!

main manga:

link won't work but mangadex works well

Beast:

Dead apple:

Light Novels:

Osamu Dazai’s Entrance Exam: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Cok_EHgfCFSaTeEHt3QWGgm5ICN4Ffrk7jjvJP_m4Vo/edit?usp=sharing

Osamu Dazai and the Dark Era: https://nkhrchy.tumblr.com/masterpost

The Untold Origins of the Detective Agency: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xI4H0f9n6nj6cF4hGv-vEtZpigZ5tyA1esUhsvqdg2M/edit?usp=sharing

Gaiden: Ayatsuji Yukito VS. Kyōgoku Natsuhiko: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yX7SihaXlKW0zab7j_yVvyeQ91PcIdZJWmMWDT_25vQ/edit?usp=sharing

55 Minutes: Part 1: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_LfOxLImRLJIy11tiwKhmkAERjXlzVPxke9ADUayMxk/edit?usp=sharing

Part 2: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qBi8RH-Q89WlgxplEdTckfeKIWR4A5jd3ZaLV0WWIX8/edit?usp=sharing

Part 3: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1k7sSJzPTExIdMZmCS09CThII7j9hntKJQxDgxa-GZR8/edit?usp=sharing

Part 4: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nLKFAheJOBHa1T6NjpWG64HpjuWKXollm8nNMHCrI5M/edit?usp=sharing

Part 5: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JiCadasyjUxs90r3NQsObifMj6poEsZt26P0vfi9WOo/edit?usp=sharing

Fifteen: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BUeLF4RMe7n0HcBhFcANs6vWx9PWFZ7g_vE0IW9vSxE/edit?usp=sharing Beast: https://www.wattpad.com/story/278511752-beast-akutagawa-white-atsushi-black-ln-5-english

Stormbringer: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T0w12ru4gron-FT97JKt1MxEahrWtEPHxXRcG9mOip8/edit?usp=sharing

Kunikida and Katai’s magnificent days: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K1VvlWZtHPtneCOwkODft47LWClRFD1pPYhqivpL8Bs/edit?usp=sharing

Gakuen: https://popopretty.tumblr.com/post/679830861288505344/gakuen-bungou-stray-dogs-the-first-half-part

The Day I picked up Dazai: Side A: https://popopretty.tumblr.com/post/672880123726495744/the-day-i-picked-up-dazai-spoilers-1

Side B: https://popopretty.tumblr.com/post/673480216055889920/the-day-i-picked-up-dazai-side-b-1

Anyflip links to some of the above (thanks to @kiqilinn):

dazai’s entrance exam - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/vpeu/

dark era - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/pcxl/

untold origins - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/ghzd/

55 minutes - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/ppxc/

dead apple - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/wvkq/

beast - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/vaqg/

fifteen - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/msym/

stormbringer - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/gbxf/

Stageplays:

Stormbringer [subbed] and the main stageplay [unsubbed]: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1hLGdwa0SopuSec2-GG_6E-CHgdgcZQ9g?usp=sharing

Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen Years Old [unsubbed]: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV18B4y1472j/?spm_id_from=333.788.recommend_more_video.1&vd_source=e780c03823f99ec899dad85ffbc29538

Dead Apple [unsubbed]: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1GF411e7fN/?spm_id_from=333.788.recommend_more_video.1&vd_source=e780c03823f99ec899dad85ffbc29538

Bsd omakes:

BLACK BUTLER

Manga

manga arcs guide

MISCELLANEOUS LINKS

base64 string:(aHR0cHM6Ly9tZWdhLm56L2ZvbGRlci9NQTB4aElZSSNQX3BqNl82SkxkaFdCcl9odllqSm13) and put it into the converter at https://www.base64decode.org/ to get all the major adobe programs for free! that would be a crime! (worth 500 dollars)

some sources and resources as of april 2024

tv/cinema (streaming)

fmoviesz dot to

soap2dayx dot to

anix dot to (for anime)

flixtor dot to

hdtoday dot to

myflixerz dot to

swatchseries dot is

if one of the sites i already use doesn't have what i'm looking for, i use duckduckgo to search for alternatives (as opposed to google which always gives me way more bullshit results)

skip paywalls

12ft dot io (doesn't always work)

books and academic articles

libgen dot is

sci-hub dot se

audiobookbay dot is

annas-archive dot org

forum dot mobilism dot org (also hosts mobile apps)

video games

myabandonware dot com (not technically piracy!)

torrent source

1337x dot to (pretty much the only source i use nowadays)

piracy guides

my (very quick) torrenting guide

easyussr.neocities.org/torrenting

edit: apparently necessary disclaimer that everyone and their mother knows about these websites, they can be found through any major search engine, and not talking about them on tumblr dot com won't keep them "secret" because the feds are already more than aware of them.

get past pay walls

#popcorn rambles #bsd resources #bsd media resoucres #black butler resources #black butler media resoucres #blog intro #popcorn asks #popcorn art #popcorn games #popcorn face 🫢#popcorn fic recs

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aroacebat · 2 months ago

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Hii! Can I request some blinkies/stamps of Apple from II? :3

i hope that these are alright! :3

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hausofkae · 2 years ago

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BB'S RESOURCES

compiled is a list of all of the creators of my favorite custom content items & mods. included are the specs of my system for reference. this will be updated as often as possible. i am not wcif friendly & will always refer you here or my cc finds blog. thank you to all of the creators listed. [22/9/2023] ♡

overrides

BLS - default vehicle replacement.

lady moriel - grass & flower replacement.

stevenstudios - dance override

awingedllama - light wood bassinet.

alerion - san sequoia bridge override.

simstwink - san myshuno billboard overrides.

mizoreyukii - stand still in cas.

lighting + texture overrides

luumia: noblu v2, noglo v2, all eyes shine remover.

softerhaze: sunblind

miiko: ghibli clouds. pastel world (architecture).

bakie - skyline override.

lotharihoe - snowflake default replacement.

mizoreyukii - no fade on everything.

simmattically - cinematic live mode camera

CAS

defaults/skins/details/overrides.

lighting: vyxated front glo. (v1_rim)

background: reflection

sliders + presets + etc: luumia. magicbot. miiko. obscurus. vibrant pixels.

skintones: nesurii. lamatisse. sims3melancholic.

skin overlays: nesurii. lamtisse. northern siberia winds. sims3melancholic.

eyes: kijiko- remove EA lashes.

akalukery - underwear replacements.

faeish

pyxis

semplicesims

thepeachfaerie

makeup

twistedcat

faaeish

goppolsme

crypticsim

northernsiberiawinds

hair

simcelebrity.

sheabuttyr.

brandysims.

daylifesims.

arethabee.

kikovanity.

simstrouble.

aharrisbritney.

greenllamas.

ebonix

gegesims

okruee

ravensims.

oakiyo.

dogsill

aladdin

casteru

khadijah

mercy

qiocc

bobnewbie

ceeproductions

leahlillith

clothes

belloallure.

sentate.

caio-cc.

camuflaje.

greenllamas.

rimmings

gorilla

joancampbellbeauty

madlen.

bluecraving

joliebean

jius

murphy sims/bradford.

nucrests

ridgeport

ceeproductions

akalukery

adrienpastel

darte77

serenity

charonlee

accessories

prailinesims.

giulettasims

build/buy

heyharrie

felixandre

pinkbox anye

plush pixels

littledica

sixam

lilaccreative

myshunosun

platinumluxesims

mxim

leaf-motif

max20

awingedllama

blarrfy

the clutter cat

tuds

pierisim

syboulette

ravasheen

peacemaker

simkoos

dsco

ars-botanica

severinka

bbygyal123

misc.

chewybutterfly (tattoos)

maximoons (tattoos)

hoodlem (tattoos)

BUILDERS

@bbygyal123

@rheya28

@ophernelia

@farfallasims

@biancml

@oatsimss

@pixelglam

mr.olkan

kateemerald

schnuck01

daniellebuilds

simplify

PC SPECS

macbook pro 2020.

8 GB memory.

494.38 GB storage.

2 TB cloud storage

apple M1 chip

twitter | pinterest | tiktok

#resources #brindletonbabee

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macy-chii · 2 months ago

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✨️ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴘᴏsᴛ✨️

«────── « ⋅ʚ🩷ɞ⋅ » ──────»

♡-Hello! My name is Sanssupremacy but you can call me macy for short. Im a mexican artist who does art for fun.

♡-This masterpost will have most of my other social media and important info. Please take a moment to read it if you will.

♥︎Main blog: @sanssupremacy

♡Side blog: @macy-chii

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

ƮᥲᑲꙆᥱ oƒ ᥴoᥒtᥱᥒt⳽

♡Other social media

♥︎More about the artist

♡My tools

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

♡-Mʏ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟs

•Twitter: Sanssupremacy

•Bluesky: sanssupremacy

•Tiktok: sans_supremacy

•Ko-fi: Sanssupremacy

•Youtube: sanssupremacy

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

♥︎-Mᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ

╭══• ೋ•✧๑♡๑✧•ೋ •══╮

╰══• ೋ•✧๑♡๑✧•ೋ •══╯

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

♡-Mʏ ᴛᴏᴏʟs

Ipad 10th gen + apple pen 1st gen

Procreate (several brush resources)

A literal napkin to slide across the screen

Traditional art:

Prismacolor wood pencils

Pentel mechanical pencil

Ink watercolors

Other stuff i find in my pouch

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(*￣∇￣)ノ see ya!

#masterpost #sanssupremacy #meet the artist

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untilyouremember · 2 years ago

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Where can I read and request manga?

My mission with my tumblr is to help you find official resources to consume manga; doing it these ways will help the mangaka who work to bring you content and it encourages English publishers to bring over more series.

Check under the cut for legal websites, apps and retailers with detailed information. At the bottom you'll find surveys and ways to contact publishers with requests.

You can use regular retailers to buy digital and print: Amazon/Kindle, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Bookwalker, Google Play, Apple Books, Nook

There are apps available for buying volumes, chapters, using ticket systems to access free content, or with subscriptions.

Mangamo - $4.99/mo for 200+ titles; titles available for purchases with in-app library

Viz manga - $1.99/mo; titles available to purchase with in-app library (carries titles from Viz, but not their SJ series)

Shonen Jump - $2.99/mo; titles available to purchase with in-app library (carries specifically SJ titles, which are often popular shounen)

Comikey - uses a key system; ability to read for free with ads and patience

Kmanga - app maintained by Kodansha; chapters are often available to read for free through a ticket system and able to purchase

Kodansha - a website where you can create a free reading account. They offer 3 free chapters on all their manga, occasionally feature several free volumes, and run sales on their content somewhat regularly.

MangaPlus - $1.99 or $4.99 for a subscription; will allow a free read of their simulpub series.

MangaPlaza - 7 day free trial; $6.99/mo; [info incoming, seems to have more mature licenses]

INKR - 3 ways to access content; free, coins & 'Extra Membership'. Extra can cost $4.99/mo or $44.99/year and gives you access to content, extra savings and "free ink" that can be traded for their coin system. (Used to be Manga Rock and that was a fun read from them)

MangaPlanet - $1.99/week -> $47.99/year depending on which tier you pay for.

MangaUP - 1 month free trial, $4.99/mo; you can browse their 'vault' to see if things you like are included

Irodori Comics - hosts 18+, specializes in doujinshi, more info incoming

Renta! - point system; 1 point = 1 cent; regular bonus points for higher purchases

ComiXology - $4.99/month; a service through amazon that allows you access to comics, manga and graphic novels. Specifically boasts {2400} manga titles.

Animeplanet - has a library of completely free comics and anime through partnerships; seems to host less manga styled comics but free is free.

Manta, Comicle, Webtoon, Tappytoon, Tapas, WebComics, Bilibili will be looked into but they host mostly webtoon style comics

Seven seas has a (mostly) monthly survey that is linked on their homepage at all times. {They will pull from any publisher, including digital only simulpubs}

If you have a bookwalker account, I found a Google doc that you fill out requests and they send them to publishers.

To send suggestions to Viz, use this survey that is listed through their Contact Us page (you select the "Series Suggestion" and will be redirected) {they mostly pull from shogakukan and shueisha titles}

To send suggestions to Kodansha, go to their contact us page and there are 2 useful drop downs; suggest reprints and suggest series, suggest series is also useful to request a print of anything they've licensed digital only. {They pull almost exclusively from Kodansha Japan}

TokyoPop has a discord server where they look at your suggestions in the channel #licensesuggestion

If you are able, in any way, support official English releases. It shows it is a lucrative business decision to continue the manga. Nothing is worse than starting something and being unable to finish it because it stopped getting translated and published.

I will update this post as needed, enjoy your manga! ♡

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sapphicidal · 1 year ago

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Intro Post Yippee!!

Who am I?- How I tag things (+ Trigger Tags) - Boundaries- Before you Follow

Who am I?

♡ I am Delta, Mint, or Bec. Name might change, still figuring that out.

♡ Previous Usernames (pink is for tumblr names): spacekids, gummieshark, angelthlng, frenreyfire. I typically use minthardcore on other websites.

♡ I use they/them, it/its, ny/nym pronouns (ny/nym is basically just he/him pronouns but replace the h with n and the i with y. Do not he/him me. Or she/her me)

♡ 19

♡ Sapphic, aromantic, generally queer and a-spec, nonbinary, therian/otherkin/dog/alien/deer thing 👍

♡ I primarily post digital art (I use Procreate (or IbisPaintX, not super often tho) w/ an I Pad + Apple Pencil or I use jspaint with a trackpad), but I do a lot of traditional art (graphite, colored pencil, gouache, pastels, collage- basically any medium I can get my hands on. Primarily graphite though). I also knit and dabble in other physical arts like that. One of my favorite projects I've done is making a lithograph print. I’ve also made a long furby and my current pipe dream is to make a BJD.

♡ I have a buncha things wrong with me. Many are undiagnosed. Some are. You will never know.

♡ Games/Books/Comics/Shows Interests- Half Life but the AI is Self Aware, Half Life, a lot of other Half Life extant media, TF2, Dungeon Meshi, DND, Fin fin (on teo the magic planet), I have no mouth and I must scream, the Bible/Christianity (I am not Christian I just think it's neat), MLP, Portal, Mouthwashing, Elden Lied

♡ General Interests- Angels, Armor (specifically medieval european armor), Wizards, biology, conservation, activism, aliens, plushies & dolls, furbies and extant media. I like Nu Metal, 80's-90's pop, K&J-Pop, Country, Rap, and a lot of other genres! I love music and listening to things.

How I tag things

♡ Not Mine- Self explanatory. Posts that are not mine that I’ve reblogged.

♡ Mine- Writing, drawing, or other things I post.

♡ Sorta mine/kinda mine/stepchild post- Usually a reblog response/ collaboration that I feel I haven’t contributed to enough for it to be mine.

♡ Important/Fundraiser- Important resources or fundraiser I encourage y’all to check out.

♡ sapphicart- My Art

♡ sapphicsketches- Doodles/WIPS

♡ sapphic barking- Random thoughts I have

♡ Textpost- My textposts

♡ Good shit- Stuff I really like!

♡ I have other things I tag a lot but they’re pretty inconsistent. I go through cycles of tagging random stuff.

♡ I only put fandom tags on my own original posts, not on reblogs.

♡ Trigger/Content Tags I use- blood, gore, firearms, artistic nudity, suggestive, nsft, nsft text, flash, flashing, eyestrain, suicide joke, f slur

Boundaries

♡ Likes w/ no reblogs- Absolutely!

♡ Rambling in reblogs- Please! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my stuff :)

♡ Tagging me/Messaging me about stuff- Sure! If you think I’d like something, lmk!

♡ Using my art as a PFP or banner (or as anything else)- Please credit me.

♡ Reposting (not reblogging, re-uploading my stuff here or on another site)- Ask me and I might make an acceptation, but usually no. If you're going to do it at least credit me and link my post though.

♡ Requests- Sure! If I like your idea I might draw it. If your idea doesn’t interest me I won’t draw it. You are not entitled to my time. I am not going to draw your dog. Unless it’s cute.

♡DMs- Sure!

♡ Critiques- Sure! I’m always looking to improve and if something looks weird, lmk! Art is a hobby for me. I do not have a lot of time to spend on it. Do not be rude/condescending and do not be mad if I don’t follow your advice.

♡ I am not responsible for anyone else’s mental health. I am not an art machine. I am not a therapist. I do not owe anyone anything. You do not need to know everything about me. I'm fine sharing about my personal experiences, but if I say "no" I mean it and I will block if pressed.

♡ I struggle a lot with social cues. If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, let me know!

Before You Follow

♡ I can't really control who interacts w/ me, so this is purely a b4 u follow/ DNF (i'm using this acronym. i'm sorry to all who know).

♡ Don't follow if ur under 16- I post weird shit. Get outta here.

♡ DNF Pro-Israel people, Eco fascists, people who actually like Joe Biden, libertarians, radqueers and radfems- just don’t follow if you’re a dick. Also goes for bigots & rightwingers obvi.

♡ Softer DNF if you think that like. Extreme kinks are problematic? I'm into (fictional) gore and I don't think fiction 1-to-1 applies to reality.

♡That being said DNI if you get off to irl abusive/problematic media. Like not CNC or whatever but snuff type stuff

♡ I'm uninterested in debating ppl about my boundaries. I don't have to talk to you. Why do you even want to talk to someone who doesn't want to talk to you? Goober.

♡ I don’t care what media you like. I am highly critical of certain medias, and I am not responsible for warning you about that. If you will have a meltdown over criticism of your favorite show, assume I hate it and don’t follow.

♡ If you're going to get upset at me about media I like, do not. I will not engage in that. I was a DSMP fan when I was 13. I have been to too many rodeos to care. I'm usually pretty good at acknowledging faults in medias I consume. If u want to point out something I miss, go ahead! But I'm probably aware of, like, the weird undertones of Elfen Lied.

♡I engage with NSFW creators. I might reblog explicit or NSFW posts. I might not tag them because my bar for explicit/NSFW content is pretty high (I went to art museums as a kid so nudity isn't inherently erotic to me and I'm bad at reading intent). I tag explicit stuff with "NSFT", "suggestive", and related tags. If you have a problem with that, do not follow.

♡ I'm not going to post explicit NSFW, but I draw nudity (not full frontal nudity, just topless stuff :P). I will tag it as such but be warned.

♡ I also do a wee bit of horny posting (horny tagging? idk), so beware.

♡ I block fairly liberally.

♡Ik DNI lists are sooo last season but I'm mainly putting this here to cut my losses. I don't really check the pages of ppl who follow/interact with me, but if I catch a whiff of this stuff I'll block. So yk. We can prevent this from happening if you dont follow me or if you block me first <3.

Updated- May 21, 2025

#intro post #mine #long post #text post

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