#anon: 🦄

[hanasnx]

I haven't been on tumblr In a good bit! How are you Indy??

-🦄

hey there unicorn welcome back. how is living on a rainbow. does your house look something out of a lisa frank illustration

[korofessions]

This confession regards credit on rentrypin and editblr.

Rentrypin and editblr both seem to have the same issues with crediting people, whether for the art used, the psd they use, graphics used, etc. I'm sure you get the point, but it's insane how people just don't credit people, use stuff without permission, and just steal stuff without a care in the world. I think people seem to forget that most editors are doing this for free and just ask for credit, but people just dont do that. In terms of artists, people will steal their work, not make sure they can use the art, and more and again most of the time the art your using is done for free and the minimum you have to do is credit them.

There also seems to be an issue where people seem to forget manners when requesting for stuff to.

Sincerely, 🦄

P.S. Honestly, I think that more people need to start charging for commissions and stuff, and it's not like they have to be these majorly expensive commissions, but still too many people put in too much work into psds, graphics, ect for them to just be doing it free. That's my personal opinion on that

I agree. Nothing really to add here.

[another-lost-mc]

Hellooooo first time requesting on your blog!

So for a long time I've wondered what it would be like if NB Satan & OG Satan were to meet & converse with each other. How would they react to each other? What questions would they ask? How would they respond? Etc. I was wondering how you would imagine this interaction would work?

Also, is it okay if I claim 🦄 anon?

A/N: Ooh that's such a neat idea. You know those “talk to your past/future self" tropes? I almost see OG Satan leading NB Satan through the present timeline version of House of Lamentation. It gives him a glimpse of what life will be like later, how things will change and what will still be the same. I kept this mostly wholesome because NB has enough angst potential without me adding to it. lol

SATAN x gn!Reader, 0.5k words, SFW.

Content: implied established relationship with gn!Reader.

The house itself is obviously a bit different. It’s older but also newer in some ways—updates and renovations over time, that sort of thing. It’s endured years of the siblings living there and all that entails. Their home is obviously loved and well-cared for, despite the little dents in the wall from their squabbles and the occasional scorched marks from some accidental fires. Those lingering remnants of the past each tell a story, and OG Satan offers to share them all.

I think NB Satan is just confused by everything he sees. There are portraits of himself on the walls, and there's lots of family photos where OG Satan looks so happy. OG Satan talks about his brothers while they walk slowly through the halls together. His voice is laced with fondness, especially even when he talks about Lucifer. He reminisces about pranks he attempted with Belphie that Lucifer managed to thwart somehow, but there’s no real bite in his tone. He can look back fondly on those memories and cherish them all, the good and the bad.

By the time they get to his bedroom, NB Satan has no idea what to think. He explores the familiar space but notices all the subtle differences: there are a lot of human world literature and movies strewn about, and he notices a jar of cat treats near the door so it's easy to grab a handful before going out to feed the strays. This bedroom feels less like a prison of his own making because it's comfortable and uniquely him and surprisingly warm.

OG Satan just kind of watches his other self with something like amusement, and NB Satan gets fed up feeling like the punchline to someone's idea of a joke.

"I don't get it. We're the same, aren't we? So why aren't you—how are you not—?"

"How am I not what?"

"How are you not angry all the time? Why are you so happy? Especially talking about him."

"Oh, I'm angry," OG Satan says, picking up a framed photo from his bedside table. He runs his fingers over the glass as he looks at the picture in his hands. "You know what it feels like, how it festers deep inside us. We're always looking for reasons to let our rage loose on the world so everyone else hurts as much as we do. But we both had to learn that there's more to life than that, didn't we?"

OG Satan hands him the photo, and NB Satan takes the frame carefully. It's a a photo of him and his family at a beach somewhere, and right there in the middle with their arms wrapped around his waist is—

"Our attendant?" he asks, eyes lingering on a familiar smile before reluctantly handing the photo back.

OG Satan nods. "If anything, you're the lucky one," he says, returning the picture to its proper place beside his bed. "I had to wait a lot longer to meet them than you did. I was lost just as you were, but then they came here and—well, I have a feeling you know how the rest of that story goes," he says, clearing his throat as a pink blush dusts his cheeks.

For the first time since they met, it feels like they finally understand each other. "...Yeah, I think I do."

[princessbrunette]

need ur thoughts on how u think puppy!reader n john b met princess 🫣

- 🦄

ooooooo this is fun !!

🧸ྀི𐙚🍪⋆˙

he arrives home to the chateau one day to see a sweet thing on his porch knocking away at his front door, yelling out a worried “‘scuse me! is anyone home?” all teary eyed and upset.

he wanders over with a frown, brown paper bag of groceries tucked under his arm as he fishes for his keys in his pocket. “hey, woah, hi there. everything okay?”

you spin around, and there’s this little moment where he’s taken aback because you’re actually really cute. he blinks a couple of times dumbly, brows raised and lips parted. “do you live here?” your voice is just that little bit more quiet now because you weren’t expecting someone close to your age, let alone someone as handsome.

“that i do.” he steps up onto the porch. “what can i do for ‘ya?” he finds his keys, tossing them up in his palm.

“well i was riding my bike near by and i rolled into a bush and my wheel flew off and i grazed my knee.” you extend your leg, drawing his attention to the bloodied graze. he makes a face, turning his head a little with an ‘oo’ sound following at the gash. “i was wondering if you just had a bandaid… and if you knew how to fix this.” you point to where your bike is stood up beside his house, a lopsided pink bunch of scrap essentially with the wheel comically perched beside it.

john b unlocks the door and gives you a friendly smile he tried his hardest to make appear as non-threatening, nodding his head inside. “come on in.”

you get chatting as he lets you clean your knee up and patch it up, exchanging names and small talk before he heads over to your bike, letting you sit by him as he does his best handiwork to screw the wheel back on.

“yeah, you know my friend jj is way better at this kinda thing than i am. should get you home in one piece though.” he stands back, observing his work and you grin, elated.

“you’re the best, i owe you big time john b.”

“you owe me nothing. you’ll come back if you need anything at all though, right?”

of course, you took that literally — and started to find excuses to show up almost every day like a lost puppy until he had no choice but to make you his. the rest is history !

🧸ྀི𐙚🍪⋆˙

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Hey there, I'm AJ, you can call me Bear if you want. I'm 31 and a mostly (like 99%) sub leaning switch. Preferred pronouns are he/him or they/them. This blog is largely for fantasies and the content I post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires.

I have a wishlist you can see here : Throne Gifts

And a Ko-fi page here : Ko-fi

Everyone of any and no gender is welcome here.

Add unnecessary comments to my posts I will block you if we're not mutuals, keep it in the tags.

Fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential. This blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Spam likers will be given soft blankets and forehead kisses but don't add unnecessary shit to my posts.

Anons are on so this is my consent to send me questions, thoughts, facts, fantasies, degrading and humiliating asks, maybe tasks, pet pics...

Nonbinary. INFP-T. Chaotic Good.

Single, not really looking, and just here to have fun and make friends with both subs and Dom/ mes.

Anons that are taken: 🌹😸🕸🐯🔪🦄🍒🥐🦊🤭🐝🐼

Kinks I'm into in no particular order: somno, bondage, degradation, humiliation, praise, objectification, body writing, dumbification, light impact play, facesitting, freeuse, breathplay, gags, orgasm control, gentle femdom, light pet play (like a collar and leash = HOT) and some others I can't think of right now.

Kinks I'm not into: blackmail, scat, blood/injury, vomit, animals, ageplay, incest play, race play, needles, extreme pain, anal (receiving).

If it's not listed as something I'm not into... I might be...

[sorryimananti-romantic]

You always write the most out of the box plots and plot twists like I think I'm getting somewhere and bam! Something else happens that I would have seen coming if I wasn't so dumb 🤭 Thank you for writing actual stories and actual plots for Ateez! I'm sure you could take any of your fics and publish it as its own book. All of them have the potential.

(If you have been charmed by my flattery, might I get a hint of what's next in store? Simply cannot wait.)

-🦄

omgg ahhaha thank you :')) no you're not dumb dw lol it happens! thank you for the love!

i hope i can keep writing actual stories/plots for ateez dfghjkfhg that's honestly the highest compliment i can receive so thank you sooo much <33 this brain isn't running out of plots for my eight gay pirates anytime soon hehe (there is honestly such a lack of actual stories and plots lately in general)

since i have been charmed, but not enough to spill the whole tea (kidding i just don't want to spoil anything imp):

Light (oneshot) ??seonghwa x ??reader (try guessing the trope you'll fail) also i've just started this (5k done) and i just hope i can finish it smoothly it's a tough one ngl

The Leaders (series) mafia au, very political, very plot heavt, kinda dark, slow burn, 80k words done and we're like only barely 40% into it oops (i think now is the time to reveal that it is indeed ot8? since i'm spoiling might drop some sort of a teaser soon once i cross that 50% threshold)

[bookofmirth]

Feyre threw her shoe at Rhys. Nesta kneed Cassian in the balls. I wonder what Gwyn & Elain will do to Azriel & Lucien. Maybe Gwyn will throw a book or a friendship bracelet at Az’s head? I would’ve added dagger, but. . .And Elain will throw either a bouquet of flowers, or weeds with dirt on them, or her hat, or her gloves at Lucien?😂 -🦄 anon

ahhhh Elain throwing her hat and gloves at Lucien ahhhhhhhh. She gets annoyed at him teasing her and rips up the wrong plant

Elain *holding a plant with roots up in her fist*: I am trying to weed and look what you made me do!

Lucien: how is it my fault that you couldn't tell the difference between a weed and a... regular plant?

Elain, nostrils flaring: I know the difference, you were DISTRACTING me!!!!

I could see Gwyn throwing a book at Az's head, or maybe she tries to punch him and he catches/blocks her, so she tries again and he blocks her again until they end up all tangled, maybe on the floor, and eyes gazing and lips just inches apart 👀

[spacexseven]

sorry for the late reply! And to answer some of your questions in the tags, it’s actually all three. A “final girl” is a basically a trope that means a character (usually protagonist) that is “pure, feminine, and the victim” during a horror film. They’re usually a victim of chance or have a distant past connection to the killer. Be it their intelligence, connection, or simply pure luck, the final girl is able to avoid death until the end where: 1) they survive to the end and defeat their killer 2) they escape or 3) they die regardless. I was thinking of killer! yan bsd, but I was also intrigued with a victim/final girl! bsd. An example of an idea that’s currently plaguing my mind is Final Girl! Nikolai. I liked the idea of a serial killer targeting magician/or whimsical (maybe ability users) people and choosing nikolai as target. cat and mouse chase, and they end getting the drop on him (how? idk). Its kinda a slow burn horror, but regardless nikolai fights back. this is a gist and example. Tuna, i’m so sorry about throwing this ramble dump at you. 🙈 this is just an idea, nothing you actually have to do. im just happy sharing this with you - 🦄

ahahahaha....there was a lot i had to say about this, but i kept it as brief as i could because i Might...might do a series/oneshot w this au. Maybe &lt;/3 thank you for sharing this gem of an idea i am very excited to dig in nomnomnom. tagged under 'sk reader au 🐟'

gn! reader, is a serial killer & implied to have an ability that can 'collect' other abilities. can be read as a yandere reader.

cw: stalking, murder, violence

ability users are fascinating little things.

especially when they try everything in their power to stay alive. it's a wonderful sight, to see those that always stood above regular people, to see those regarded as gifted, desperately attempt to survive. there was something intoxicating about holding power above the same ability users that were feared by all.

but your interest was less in the users and more in the ability itself.

there was a lot you hoped to learn about abilities, regardless of the type. there must be a reason as to why some were sentient, why some were so much more powerful than others, why some were uncontrollable, and the best way to learn, was of course, through the ability itself. you were willing to do anything to satisfy your curiousity, even if it meant the user had to die for their abilities to join your collection.

you had fond memories with all of them; flawless made for an exhilarating fight, always a step ahead until you sunk your claws into the frightened figure of a dark-eyed ability user, rashōmon was unique, the dark mass almost besting you, but, in the end, you stood victorious over a sickly body—even if you hadn't gone after it, this was an ability that wasn't meant to survive for long, and you liked to think that it was for the best that it joined you instead of disappearing with its user. and of course, discourse on decadence was unforgettable. you remembered it belonged to some goverment agent who was hot on your trail—it was the closest anyone came to stopping you—and your most recent kill.

usually, you didn't like picking favorites. each ability was fascinating and unique in its own way, but it was undeniable that one in particular stood out to you.

the overcoat was an interesting ability. at first sight, it appeared quite simple, but you had viewed it in action too many times to know just how frightening it was. how easy it was to turn it into a lethal weapon—to reach in and twist out a limb or to drain out the blood from a vein. the seemingly unlimited potential of the ability, however, was only one of the aspects that intrigued you.

generally, you've never cared for the users as much as you did their abilities. while you enjoyed the brutal torture you made them suffer, and you liked hunting them down, they always came secondary to their abilities. you didn't care to know their names or their personal stories. despite all that, a name—nikolai gogol—had made his way on your list of targets, scrawled next to his ability.

it'd only take you a minute to identify nikolai in a sea of people.

whether he had the scar over his eye showing or hidden, whether he was wearing glasses or colored contacts, no matter what wig he wore or how ordinary he tried to look, you would immediately be able to point him out. no disguise, no false identity could hide him from you—you know this because he's tried, many times now, to fool you. but you've always known it was him, from the slightest strain of his voice when disguised, the unsettling blankness in his gaze when he looked at you, the subtle upturn of his lips when he approached you. you knew it was him from the way he titled his head when asking you a question, the way he said your name, and even the syllables he stressed when he spoke.

he approached you first as a police officer, then as a detective, a local politician, and even an assassin. You had already noted down each encounter you had with him, the details of each false identity, and what you had learned from it. it was a feat in itself that nikolai had survived so many encounters with you. perhaps it was because of your growing obsession with him,

(somehow, you always knew that your last victim would be nikolai. he'd be a fitting end for your legacy, as the ability user who had been watching you from the very start. the only ability user you could see as more than a shell for his powers. the only one who escaped you once.)

initially, you believed that nikolai followed you around for self-driven justice, to punish you for your crimes. (the policeman getup convinced you of that much), but instead of lunging at you, he watched, enraptured, as you stole the perfect crime, and he followed you closely as you stalked the user of falling camellia, doing nothing to stop you either time. and every time after that, be it walking past him in the busy streets of yokohama or meeting him as your taxi driver, nikolai had yet to try and expose your crimes and exact revenge. he never held a blade up to your throat, never used the very frightening ability of his on you.

his passivity, however, did nothing to quench your bloodthirst.

it was you who attacked him first.

you're no stranger to hunting down your prey. it was something you anticipated now, the sound of footsteps making their way around corners, the sight of shaking shoulders and trembling hands as they hid behind walls, the way fear consumed them when you finally cornered them; you relished in the hunt as much as you did the result.

nikolai doesn't make it much of a hunt. he's quick, with his coat fluttering around him. his footsteps, you remember, are light and quick, his breathing staggered as he laughed wildly. he snatches up your gun with a hand through his coat, and shoots blindly. there is despair consuming his mind, no panic climbing up his spine. his heart rate accelerates not out of fear, but out of thrill, and he looks at you with unrestrained elation. this was no hunt, nikolai wasn't hiding from you—this was a chase. just as you approached a dead end, and you think you can finally, finally, shove him into a corner, nikolai turns to smile at you one last time, before disappearing into a flurry of his coat. as you stand alone, a dark glove laid on the floor ahead of you catches your attention; his glove might have caught on a jagged end and fallen, you think. after cleaning up his mess, you silently pocket it, still haunted by that uninhibited look and that devilish grin.

nikolai is everywhere after that, taunting you.

he sits across you from the train, he takes your order in a restaurant, he applauds you from a distance, after watching you drag away yet another body, congratulating you on another successful kill.

"next time," he smiles at you, all coy and enticing, "i hope it's me."

you hope so too, but you don't let him have the pleasure of knowing that. the scowl on your blood-streaked face sends him spinning away in giggles.

it wasn't the next time, but after a few more dead bodies and many more warnings about your work are played on the news, you meet nikolai again. nikolai gogol is no easy prey, but you're not one to be bested twice. this time, you don't let him run. you're finally on top of him, blood pooling out of where your knife was stuck in his thigh, his coat ripped off him and abandoned somewhere else. it would be so easy to kill him now, so easy to watch him bleed out and claim his ability as yours, but for the first time, you hesitated on delivering the killing blow.

this time, it's not the ability you're after, is it?

[darkbluekies]

Hiii bluee!! Just wanted to ask you something. When will you write Jerry and reader's first meeting? Like I thought she was like a side character got silas' story at the beginning but clearly she is not. And I am D Y I N G to know how they met. east ave any draft for this one? If you have, please write a summary or smth🥹🧍‍♀️

-🦄

Asking me when I will write something is like asking a fish what time it is, because i dont know, my head is always in motion and I often abandon my projects when I get a new idea ... which is why it takes so long for certain stories to get done 🫣I only write on certain things when I feel motivated to do it, otherwise it's useless because I know I will hate it and have to redo it. I can't force myself to write something because I will hate it :(

That being said, I actually don't know when I will write that😅 I want to one day, but I haven't really figured out how Jerry and darling met. My initial idea was in a nightclub but I'm not so fond of that idea anymore. I have realized sometimes I'm not "mature" enough to come up with an idea but know that I will in the future someday, so I often let those stories marinate til that day that I have come up with something!

But maybe running into her ... literally? On accident? And she dumps something on you because she is being chased by enemies? I don't know, just an idea, I will figure it out in the future😅🩷

[myjealouseyes]

Wolfstar!daughter tries to study but Harry keeps distracting her with kisses.

Wolfstar!daughter: Do you mind?

Harry: Not really. *kisses her temple*

Wolfstar!daughter: I'm trying to study here.

Harry: I see that. *kisses her cheek*

Wolfstar!daughter: Hermione will never let me hear the end of it.

Harry: I know. *kisses her neck*

Wolfstar!daughter: I hate you.

Harry: Impossible. *kisses her lips*

-🦄

This is actually canon in my head. And then she gets to blame him if she gets anything lower than an O <33

[hanasnx]

I watch you specifically while I sit up on my rainbow. You're cute indy😏

-🦄

youre a smooth unicorn i’ll give you that. what do you like to watch me do while you’re up there? maybe i’ll give you a real show

[korofessions]

This is not a confession, but a question!

Honestly, I've been thinking about making a blog related to issues in the community, a positivity/confession blog for like positive confessions & positivity in general, or an editting advice blog and just wanted someone else's opinion on whether or not I should do one of these blogs, so I don't just make a blog and don't know what to do

Sincerely, 🦄

You should do it. Spice up the community.

[selfship-confession-box]

Self inserts are a form of self-expression. If you want to make your s/i as plain and normal as possible, go ahead! If you want to make your s/i as powerful and badass as possible, go ahead! If you want to make your s/i as sexy and beloved by all as possible, go ahead! A combo or all three of these somehow? Hell yeah!!!

Self inserts are a form sort of self-expression that comes from within and that's so beautiful to me. Make yourself fucking awesome and totally integrated into the setting if you want, or make yourself simple and relatively normal in the setting if you want, it's all self love and you deserve it 💖

~ 🦄 unicorn anon ✨

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[explorevenus]

Okay, but not me blushing, like bright red ass blushing at work, reading the sp crumbs.

Also hi bb love u~ 🥹🫶

-🦄

UNICORN ANON??!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE U AND I'M SO HAPPY UR ENJOYING THE CRUMBSSSS

i love UUUUUUU here's more crumbs to show my appreciation :3c

[princessbrunette]

THE CINDERELLA DRESS??1? ohmygod i thought i made that up!!!!! when i tell u i used to chew the hell out of that thing

- 🦄

my mouth is watering i’m not kidding

[dearlyjun]

sugardaddy!yeonjun who gets mad and only makes you cum by delivering slaps after slaps to your pussy, giving you the most painful yet best orgasm of your life 🥰

-🦄

ANONIE YOUR BRAIN FUCK THIS IS SO!!!!

⚠️ warning! squirting, possible mean dom sd yj, overstimulation?, begging / whining, clit slapping obv

keep your fucking legs open. yeonjun grunted, prying your legs apart by your knees. what did i fucking tell you?

ill be a good girl, daddy I promise. you whimpered, writhing slightly in his lap as yeonjun toyed with your over sensitive bundle of nerves.

you sat on yeonjun’s lap with your back to his chest; with him holding your legs apart.

you didn’t apologize. yeonjun spat. see what happens to girls that don’t know how to behave? he slowly rubbed your clit with his fingertips before quickly spanking it, making you nearly choke on your saliva.

or do you like when I do this to you? yeonjun sadistically smirked. pussys so wet, I don’t even have to spit on it, huh?

you felt like you were fighting for your life, the way that yeonjun had you so on edge.

your legs threatened to close again as his fingers worked at your clit once more before slipping two of them inside of you, finding your sweet spot instantly and honing in on it.

your back arched slightly as you let out a whiny moan; yeonjun studying you.

I have yet to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart. Yeonjun’s voice was low. he pulled his fingers out of you, giving attention to your clit once more, then slapping it. this time harder.

tears welled in your eyes, and you let out a whimper.

tell daddy you’re sorry. Yeonjun’s hot breath was on your neck. he slapped your clit once more, making you yelp.

you were shaking, but you finally broke. fuck! the slaps to your clit didn’t stop this time; Yeonjun finding pleasure in the way your body tensed up in response. you came hard, actually squirting onto his hand. im sorry, daddy im sorry, im so sorry. I disobeyed you.

fuck this was yummy I love unicorn anon