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[phanerozoicfossilgardener]

As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

[ID: A screencap from The Penguins of Madagascar television series. It shows Skipper and Private in a cinderblock room with the head of a stuffed fish visible in the decor. Skipper is carrying a corked test tube of pink glowing liquid. Skipper glances at Private with a single raised eye brow. Private meets his eyes with a blanker expression of possibly raised eyebrows. End ID]

[copper-skulls]

FUNDING FOR THIS PROGRAM WAS MADE POSSIBLE BY—

[slugass]

for the love of god why is the “war flashbacks” meme still a fucking thing to this day

(because people thrive on stereotypes about serious mental illnesses)

[sheephoof]

^ do u remember this guy

[thirdtimed]

ive never had engagement to this extent on my art cross platform between tumblr And twitter before... it's so surreal to me. thank you all for the kind words!!!

[nebulainatree]

https://www.tumblr.com/karamrafeek/754196219096694784/help-karam-al-nabih-and-his-family-rebuild-their?source=share

Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏🙏

Hello everyone, I am Karam Al Nabih from Gaza. All my dreams have been shattered now in Gaza. I am a software engineer in my last semester, but now my home, my dreams, and my university have been destroyed.

All my dreams have been destroyed 😞 I hope you share , support and donate

Repoooost & donate please after read my story, that's urgent! 🇵🇸🍉

Please don't skip helping me and my sick mother to rebuild our lives. Any donation, even a small one, will make a difference 🙏🙏

Donate even if it is 10 euros or 15 euros or more، The smallest donation makes a difference in my life

I sincerely appreciate your help and look forward to your continued support🥺❤️

https://gofund.me/7c433301

Vatted by @nabulsi @90-ghost

Please donate or share help me reach my goal

Wishing you and your family safety and the best of luck. This fundraiser has been vetted, please share the linked post and donate if you can!

[ne0nwithazero]

I went through all the stages of grief trying to make this for like three days straight, Javascript is evil </3

[bee-seer]

EVERYONE THIS IS IMPORTANT

The @brooke2valley impersonator is now going by @/Brooke2vailey

This is not the real comic artist and they will send graphic photos of self-harm!! I just got an ask from them and even with the tumblr blurring by default it still was not great to look at.

[rhyme-nora-reason]

This morning I saw people reblogging the remnants of a deleted post, complaining that staff had removed it to "hide the truth about Palestine." One look in the notes confirmed that it was deleted because it included fake quotes and uncensored images of dead bodies.

I know nobody likes staff but can we please be a little more careful about spreading misinformation and believing conspiracy theories. Things are bad enough without people doing that.

[darcyolsson]

in loving memory of tumblr's april fools' pranks 💐 2014 - 2024

icymi, tumblr used to do an elaborate april fool's prank every year, but this year they suddenly stopped. here's a somewhat detailed recap of everything they did over the decade:

2013 - mishapocalypse (honourable mention): tumblr staff didn’t start doing april fools until 2014, but the mishapocalypse happened on tumblr in 2013 and i feel like this list would be incomplete without it

2014 - tumblrpro: upon opening your dash you were greeted by an “inspirational” video, that ended with the option to get “tumblrpro (for free)”. all it did was put a top hat on your icon.

2015 - tumblr executivesuite/coppy: a copying machine appeared in the corner of your dash. it would offer tips on how to use tumblr, like clippy the paperclip used to do in microsoft word. as the day went on, it slowly broke down and died right in front of your eyes. many people hated him (but not me). you could also make a (small) spreadsheet. @executivesuite2016 is the official blog.

2016 - this is decision/lizard election/tumblrdecides: a parody of the 2016 US elections. there were 4 lizards (well, one of them turned out to be a salamander in a scandal) to vote for. the dash looked different and there was a live news report with election updates, as well as an election blog for each lizard. they all had their own slogans and you would get an "i voted" button after you voted that would get slapped next to your icon. there were built-in functions to make an election poster for your favourite lizard and to create a text post that supported your lizard of choice that autogenerated a statement for all your followers to read. imo tumblr’s april fools peak. @thisisdecision2016-blog is the official blog, @mop-2016-blog @wretchedtooth @timefordeborah-blog were candidates. rick also had a blog (rick-official) but that now seems to have vanished because he ended up dropping out of the election. mop won, if you're curious. by far the most elaborate prank tumblr ever did.

2017 - horse friend: a tamagotchi-inspired game where you had to take care of a little horse in the corner of your screen. it came with a randomly generated name, and you had to feed and clean up after it. if you didnt take good care of it, it died. you could then hatch (yes, hatch) a new one. there was also an option to look at the names of all your dead horses. this is now available to buy in the tumblr shop. @horse-friends is the official blog.

2018 - tumblcoin: a parody of cryptocurrency (this was the year bitcoin took off). you could ��invest’ in tumblcoin, with which you could in turn buy things with to spice up your dash, including last year’s horse friend, coppy from 2015, and a frame for around your icon. you could share the amount of tumblcoin you owned in an automatically generated gif post which would be tagged #tbc2018 and #tumblcoin. @tumblcoin is the official blog.

2019 - @memories: this blog still functions the way it did on april fools itself! it's like mad libs, where it takes post templates and then adds in tags you use a lot and users you frequently interact with on your main blog. like a personalized shitpost bot.

2020 - group chat prank/@storybot: it was so hard to find info on this because it was contained entirely in the now-defunct group chat function, which no one used. i had to go through the notes of this post for information because no one cared enough to actually write anything explaining it. turns out, you could write a story with your mutuals by adding storybot to your group chat. it also kept working after april fools (well, up until the group chats were deleted) just like memories. many people missed out on it entirely because they did not use the group chat function.

2021 - tumblcryptids: tumblr allowed you to adopt “non-fungible tumblcryptids”, a parody of NFTs. clicking a button that said "Summon thy Tumblrcryptid" would spawn an image of a little blob-shaped creature with a short description, which would always read "Hi! My name is [randomly generated name]. I love [thing most people like]. I hate [thing most people dislike]. Like my parent, I can't get enough of #[tag from your main blog]." you could share them in a post, which would automatically add the tag #NFTumblcryptids to your post. and yes, people on the piss on the poor website freaked out about it because they thought they were real NFTs harming the environment. @tumblcryptidadoptioncenter is the official blog.

2022 - click-a-thon: when you clicked a light switch on your dashboard, a bunch of colourful things showed up, like a sponge you could move around, an "engagament meter", clickable buttons, and a “Summon Crab!” button, which would summon a crab when you clicked it. you could. the crabs, like horse friend, are still available in the tumblr store as of 2025. here's some screenshots. there were various ways to share your crab activities, which would all get tagged #april fools 2022. the prank was presented as a marketing technique created by Brick Whartley, a fictional businessman character created by tumblr, who (afaik) originated in a post on the official blog of the 2018 april fools prank, albeit originally in a different role. around this time he also started functioning as the mascot for tumblr's shop ( @emporium )

2023 - abstract reactions (emoji reacts): buttons were added to every post that allowed you to add emoji reactions, many of them based on tumblr inside jokes (horse as a reference to horse plinko/horse friend, vanilla for the vanilla extract meme, pikaman, bug for bug race, and brick whartley, who wasn't a meme but staff really wanted him to be). if one specific emoji was used a certain amount of times it would add an effect to the post, eg many cheese emoji reacts would cover the post in cheese. this was also attributed to Brick Whartley ("his" blog @brickwhartley also documented the day)

2024 - boop-o-meter: allowed you to “boop” other users who had opted in to the booping, like facebook’s poke feature back in the day. depending on how long you held the button, you would either boop, super boop, or evil boop. on the dashboard there was a counter for both how many times you had booped others and how many times others had booped you, as well as how many boops were given side-wide. when booping someone, an image of a cat paw appeared. you would get badges (which can still be used) for booping 1, 100 and 1000 times. if you gave/received more than 999 boops, the counter would switch to showing a three-letter word (see this post for specifics). this was brought back for halloween 2024 (as BOOp-o-meter. get it), with a ghost, skeleton and mummy paw. no official blog, but here's an official recap for april first from staff. i believe this was the only april fools prank that was mobile user friendly.

2025 - @fandom is running some polls, i guess

[8pxl]

BEGINNERS GUIDE TO BLUESKY

Hiya! Curious about joining bluesky but intimidated by all the features? Already on bluesky but want to learn more? Then welcome to my quick guide on getting started and navigating bluesky!~

What is Bluesky?

it’s a social media site that’s owned by no single person or company. it's aim is to bring back the early days of twitter before bots, elon musk or algorithms took over. Personally I find the site really cozy, wholesome, and engaging. my Bluesky account for example

What’s unique about Bluesky?

→ CUSTOMIZATION: ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎your timeline is very easy to control. There’s tons of options, so be sure to go through each tab in your settings. some options include: turning off autoplay, changing the order in which threaded replies show, changing DM settings, content preferences and lots of visual app settings.

→ MODERATION LISTS: human made, mass blocklists. These are public lists of accounts that when you subscribe to you automatically block or mute everyone in that specific blocklist. A great way to avoid unwanted content, and interactions. ✦ Moderation lists I recommend will be below the cut

→ STARTER PACKS: recommendation lists on who to follow, made by users. You can even curate your own starter pack of recommendations! ✦ Starter pack recommendations will be below the cut

→ FEEDS: public timelines, basically. There are a lot of feeds you can join, or you can even create your own. I made a feed featuring just my pixel art so it doesn’t get cluttered with text posts or other photos in my media tab. ✦ I’ll post feeds I recommend below and link you to a tutorial on how to create your own feed

→ BLOCKING/MUTING: bluesky has a great blocking system. When you block someone they can no longer see, or interact with you. They also have a feature to make your blog inaccessible unless logged in. you can also mute specific people, delete post replies, and even detach your post from a reblog. You can also mute specific words, phrases, tags etc.

→ NSFW: bluesky allows NSFW content, including artwork, porn, lewds etc. They also have a great moderation page to avoid the content completely, censor the content, or show it if you’d wish. ✦ just go to settings > moderation > toggle on NSFW settings and it’ll let you heavily moderate.

→ LABELS: this is a really cool feature on the site, you can subscribe to certain pages that enable a lot of fun/useful labels that help you in different ways! (like pronoun tags, artist tags etc) ✦ Labels to browse will be posted below

→ COMMUNITIES: the vastly diverse communities really feel like the best parts of tumblr. since you can so heavily curate your experience, it can really feel like a calming oasis. Mine is mostly artists, and other creatives.

there’s also a large community of professional artists, art directors, authors, celebrities, and even the best shitposters from twitter. the app really is what you make of it but it’s thriving right now.

RECOMMENDATIONS & LINKS BELOW ⬎

→ MODERATION LISTS:

HATE SPEECH: NAZIS | MAGA | MAGAv2 | MAGAv3 | TRANSPHOBES & HOMOPHOBES | FAR RIGHT | FAR RIGHTv2 | FAR RIGHTv3 | ELON MUSK FANBOYS | ANTI-BLACK | ANTI-VAX

NFT/AI/CRYPTO: MASTERLIST | AI/NFT | AI/NFTv2 | AI FANBOYS | CRYPTO | NFTs

SPAM/SCAMMERS: SPAMBOTS | BOTS | CONTENT SCRAPERS | CONTENT FARMING

✦ to block or mute everyone in the blocklist at once, click subscribe in the top right corner:

→ STARTER PACKS:

ART: PIXEL ART | PIXEL ARTv2 | WOMEN OF PIXEL ART | BADASS DIGITAL ARTISTS | MAGIC THE GATHERING ARTIST | PAINTERS OF BLUESKY | INDIE COMIC CREATORS | LGBTQIA+ COMIC CREATORS | WEBCOMICS ULTIMATE COLLECTION

GENERAL: WOMEN OF BSKY | AUTHORS | LGBTQ NEWS

SHITPOSTERS: JUNIPER | JUNIPERv2 | MASTERLIST | SCIENCE SHITPOSTERS

✦ for more niche starter packs, use the search function. search your specific interest and ‘starter pack’ and you’ll find some!

→ FEEDS:

DISCOVER | WHATS TRENDING | MENTIONS | ART | TRENDING ART

THE GRAM: a timeline for exclusively image posts from those you follow. no textposts etc. ONLYPOST: similar to the gram, it shows a timeline of only those you follow. no reposts, just original posts. 📌: a way to bookmark posts. just reply with the pin emoji.

✦ there’s tons of others feeds as well! just use the feed tab and you can browse feeds or search for specific ones.

✦ TUTORIAL ON HOW TO CREATE A CUSTOM FEED FOR YOUR ART/POSTS

→ LABELS:

SKYWATCH: most popular label. Lots of useful labels!

AI Labels: identifies AI users, can also enable hiding the posters.

Pronouns: self explanatory but useful. can add a badge with your pronouns!

✦ you can search for additional label bots on bluesky!

OTHER RECOMMENDATIONS:

�� EXPIRIENCE ENHANCING TOOLS RECS ✦ CLEARSKY: TRACK BLOCKS AND BLOCKLISTS ✦ SKYFEED: CREATE CUSTOM FEEDS EASILY ✦ use the block function often. do not entertain trolls or hate speech. ✦ as well as starter packs, there’s also lists! lists can be used in the same way to create curated lists of accounts. it’s a good way to keep track of specific genres of posters you’re interested in, and finding new ones! ✦ hashtags: use them! they’re beneficial in boosting your post. you can even link hashtags in your bio making you easier to find. another method of making you more visible is if you post an ‘interest’ post! basically just type things you’re interested in and it’ll help people find you / vice versa ! ✦ update your profile first thing, like bio avi etc. make a small post so people know you're real. interact and engage! the communities there are so welcoming!

I think that covers abt everything i wanted to cover! Hope this was helpful and thanks for reading lol

[commodorez]

General pieces of advice for 2025:

Switch to Firefox

Ignorance is not a sin -- don't be afraid to say "I don't know", despite what academia might have taught you

Engage in good-faith discussions with your fellow user, you might find a new friend

Ask questions. Most of the time, the worst case scenario the answer is "I don't know"

Reblog stuff you enjoy for others to enjoy. Likes don't mean much here on tumblr (think of them as bookmarks), but a reblog may make someone's day -- especially artists!

Cite your sources on images and try to tag things accurately where you can. Some folks will enjoy knowing where you found something so they can learn more. The breadcrumbs you drop may lead to someone else's inspiration

Forgive yourself

Take pictures of the mundane, like your house. You never know when you will need to look back on that again for posterity/prosperity or more likely utility

Friendships made beyond school are forged through showing up regularly to the same space

Wear your face mask. Yes. Still. You want a KN95 or better, make sure it's a good seal. And keep up to date with your covid boosters. Not only do you not want to get sick, you don't want to be the reason someone else gets sick. It sucks, but getting long covid sucks more. Each time you catch it, your chances of developing long covid increase because the damage is cumulative

Install an adblocker: ublock origin, pi-hole, whatever's new and beautiful

Don't feed the generative AI. Draw it shitty or hire an artist.

Go to a Vintage Computer Festival

Take the old batteries out of your vintage computers and electronics so you don't have to deal with a corrosion-fest. Varta meltdowns suck

Check if your headlights are on. DRLs are not enough, and some cars don't automatically turn them on. If you headlights are on, that will turn your tail lights on. Other drivers need to be able to see you on the road

Turn off "best stuff first" on your tumblr dashboard controls. It's your dashboard, curate it! Otherwise, you miss out on the really niche stuff

Remember that progress is not always linear

Take a moment to enjoy silence in your space. Mr. Rogers put it best, we live in a noisy world

Help your mom out with doing the dishes, or however that proverb best applies to you and your situation

Thank folks around you for things that they do that nobody thinks to show appreciation for. It goes a long way when people are seen for the effort they put in

Be good to each other

[cherrygirlfriend]

── NON-BABY BLUES ☁️

☁️ pairing: ceo!rafe x housewife!reader

☁️ summary: rafe finds out something you've been keeping from him.

☁️ warnings / tags: fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of infertility & body image issues. wc: 1.2k

☁️ author's note: another 5k celebration fic! consider this me kissing the brick before i throw it at you.

HOUSEWIFE MASTERLIST ☁️ 5K MASTERLIST

volunteering at the kindergarten you'd been enrolled in when you lived back on the cut when you were just a little girl yourself was your favorite way to spend your free time. You knew all the kids by name, all of them referring to you as 'auntie'; one of them had started it by calling you that as a joke, and somehow it just stuck.

you always brought them baked goods and gifts, reading them books, and playing games with them. spending time with kids was one of the times you were at your happiest.

"you ever think about it?" one of the kindergarten teachers, lila, a few years your senior asked, nudging your shoulder with a playful smile on her face after you'd just finished story time with the kids who'd gone off for a nap, "having some of your own. you'd be amazing at it."

you smile softly, "i have. i want a huge family one day. my husband feels the same way." "really? how many were you thinking?" "hmm, how much is a kindergarten class?" you playfully quipped, making the woman laugh.

you were buzzing with excitement as you drove home; today marked the fourteenth day since your period was supposed to start, still nowhere to be seen, and you couldn't stop thinking about the boxes of unused pregnancy tests in the drawer under the master bedroom sink. you sang along to your favorite song, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel.

as soon as you got to the home you shared with rafe, you immediately made your way to the bathroom, unboxing one of the tests and taking it; a wide smile on your lips as you took the test, putting the cap back on and setting it onto the sink to wait for the result.

but you got your answer before the usual three-minute wait. because when you went to wipe, the toilet paper came out red.

rafe loved coming home early and surprising you; his meeting had ended early, and he'd picked up a gorgeous bouquet of lilies, your favorites, along with food from your favorite ramen place. he walked into your shared home, expecting to hear music or the tv, only for the house to be eerily quiet.

"babe?" rafe called out with slight worry, peeking into the living room to see that you weren't there, but as he got closer to the kitchen, the noise of soft sniffles got nearer.

as rafe got to the doorway, he saw you sitting at the kitchen island, eyes red-rimmed as your thumb tapped on the base of an empty glass of wine, next to it a half-empty bottle of red, your lips perpetually downturned. "babe?" rafe took tentative steps towards you, placing the bouquet of flowers and bag of food onto the island, "what-"

before he could finish his sentence, you'd gotten onto your feet and crashed into his chest, heavy sobs leaving your chest, rafe's arms automatically wrapping around you, his chin resting on top of your head, his hand starting to stroke your hair, mumbling soft words of comfort.

when your sobs finally started subsiding and you started to detach from his grip, rafe looked down at you, bringing his finger to your chin and lifting your head up so you were looking up at him even though you avoided gazing at him. "what's wrong, baby?"

you bit down on your lower lip so harshly it was shocking it wasn't bleeding before finally letting go and finally looking rafe into his ice-blue eyes, glistening with worry.

"i got my period."

oh.

rafe moved his hand so he was cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." "i actually had hope it had worked this time." you chuckled bitterly, "i was two weeks late. i'm so stupid."

"hey, don't talk about my wife like that." rafe furrowed his brows, bringing his other hand to rest on the other side of your face, "we'll just try again. it's no big deal."

"it's a big deal for me!" you exclaimed in frustration, detaching from him and turning around, starting to pace. you ran a hand through your hair, "all i want is to have a baby with the man i love, and for some reason i'm unable to do something most women are able to do. that some people have happen to them without even trying, without wanting it! we've been trying for almost a year!"

"i know, and i know how much it frustrates you, but there are things we haven't tried yet, and you shouldn't lose hope-"

"what if i'm infertile?" your voice broke with the last word.

"you're in your early twenties and you have regular periods, i know that it's possible but i doubt that it's that likely you're infertile. some couples just have a more difficult time to conceive."

you swallowed, taking a deep breath as you turned back to face rafe, your voice raw with emotion, "i didn't... always have regular periods."

"what... what do you mean?"

"when i was around sixteen..." you looked down at the floor, "i had... amenorrhea. which is the medical term for... pretty much the lack of a period. it lasted for almost a year."

"what? why haven't you told me about this before?" rafe stepped towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you in worry.

"it was the darkest, most miserable time in my life." you sighed, letting out a soft sniffle as a tear rolled down your cheek, "it was because... i had problems with my body and eating." "your body?" "i... i didn't like myself. any part of myself. but... i thought that once i got better and once i got my period back and i was at a healthy weight, every side effect i was having would go away too." you swallowed, looking down, "but i read that not getting your period for a long time could affect your fertility in the long term."

one of rafe's hand's moved to cup your cheek, "why didn't you tell me about this...?" he asked softly, "i just... i didn't want you to think i was fragile. that there was something wrong with me. that maybe if i really am infertile, you'd... you know."

"don't you dare think i'd ever leave you for something like that. leaving you isn't an option i'd think about in a million years. and i don't think you're fragile, or that there's something wrong with you. i think you're an incredibly strong woman, and you're going to be an amazing mother. and you will become a mother. okay?" "okay..." you mumbled, and rafe pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"we can go see a doctor if you want, run some tests, see if we can figure out if there's a medical reason for this, or if we have the crappiest luck in the world."

you smiled softly, your sniffles starting to quieten, "alright. we'll go see a doctor."

rafe pulled you into his arms once again, squeezing you tightly, "you're gonna be an amazing mama. trust me." your husband mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

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[nightingale-prompts]

Nightingale-Prompts masterlist

Here you go a masterlist for those who ask and if I hear anyone else ask I will cruisfy them.

Rules:

I don't write adult x minor. That especially anything that remotely eludes to Vlad x Danny.

No pregnancy stuff (cloning doesn't count but teen pregnancy is not allowed at all)

I personally don't write Jason x Danny (I don't hate it. I just don't write it myself.)

I also don't write demon twins.

I can't control what you do but be respectful of me and anyone in the comments.

Do not accuse me of not being a fan of DP comics or Danny Phantom. I grew up with both.

Do not use the content of my blog on TikTok.

I will not censor myself. If you are not old enough to understand certain topics and themes then it's just not for you.

I don't really like the flanderization of characters. So I don't encourage it here. (No, Bruce is not an abusive father. No, Damian isn't a monster. No, Jason is not right. Fentons are not abusive either. Talia is not a misunderstood victim or morally grey.)

There is more to DCxDP than Batman so I will do more than just Barman (Bit batman is my favorite I will not lie)

Any talk of Bruce x Barbara will get you removed. (That shit is TIM BRUCE'S thing and only his thing in the animated series. It is not cannon and no one wanted it!)

If something happens in one cannon and not another it doesn't automatically make it true or false. Just different interpretations on my part as a writer.

AU mean alternative universe. If you belly ache about hating DCxDP being popular just block the tag. I will try to avoid using the main tags but I will slip up by accident. But do not harass me.

Im allowed to be creative. This is just fanfiction. It is not that serious.

These are just my rules for my blog. It has no bearing on the rest of the fandom or Tumblr.

Batboy Au (First >) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Beholder AU 》 Ghost Beauty Standards (Tim x Danny) 》 Deathday Party 》 Ghost Courting:Dangerous 》 Beautiful Ghosts 》 Loving Spirits 》 Pre-wedding Blues 》 Engaged...In Conflict 》 Till Death

Interdimensional Babysitter

》 Field Trip 》 Entropy

Just your average (eldritch) coffee shop AU 》 part 2 》 part 3

Two Soul 》 After Image AU 》 Two for One deal

Mixed Signals 》 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Movie Night 》 part 1 》 part 2

Davey the Revenant

Lay Me to Rest 》 Davey Meets Superman 》 Davey Tantrum 》 Davey goes to watchtower 》 Davey self soothes 》 Davey Plays Games 》 Davey Meets Aquaman 》 Davey and Barbara 》 Lois Lane vs Davey 》 Davey Speaks 》 Davey goes outside 》 No one likes Davey

Talents

Ghost Nests

Ghost Diet

Ghost Emotions

Lazarus What?!

Danny adopts himself

Incomprehensible Horrors

Ghostlight

God's TV

God Summoning 101

Danny lives in a Horror Movie 》 part 2

The Nightingale Family

Danny Can't Taste

Space Fae

Wild Caught Ghosts

New Cats

Overworked

Horrible Creatures

Do NOT touch a god

Is it mine?

It's in the crontract

Full List here

[catboybiologist]

Selfie set A: only using "trans selfie" tag.

Selfie 2a marked as mature.

Selfie set b: liberal tagging

Selfie 2b marked as mature.

We tentatively reject the hypothesis that automatic maturity flagging is related to the tags used.

Likely, this flagging is a result of a property of the image itself, likely similar to the old school filters and IDs that Tumblr used. Images showing the same content are consistently tagged as mature.

However, it appears to be inconsistently applied between images. Selfies 2 and 3, despite showing the same amount of skin, were flagged as not mature and mature respectively.

[duskidolsmut]

Tied Up and Broken in

Tags: Slutty submissive idol, Black fetish lingerie, Ropes and collar, Horny post-show, VIP secret agency, Domination by four guys, Luxury apartment, Adrenaline and submission, Bad girl surrendered, Pussy dripping with lust, Dick in deep throat, Heavy verbal domination, Pussy blinking with lust, Submission on her knees, Crawling for cock, Collar shining, Ropes cutting wrists, Ice on hard nipples, Pussy dripping on the carpet, Cruel domination by four, Pussy blinking madly, Sadistic hair pulling, Half-loose blindfold, Deep throat oral fuck, Drool dripping on breasts, Four cocks in mouth, Tears and lust, Pussy and ass broken, Wild double penetration, Brutal gangbang with four cocks, Wet explosive squirt, Cum on sweaty breasts, Pussy throbbing with cum

On stage, Ryujin was the living embodiment of attitude: ITZY’s bad girl, oozing confidence with her razor-sharp glances and powerful moves. Every step, every defiant smirk, set fans ablaze, cementing her image as the untouchable idol. But when the lights dimmed and the roar of applause faded, she shed that impenetrable mask.

Off-camera, Ryujin harbored a secret no one would suspect: her deepest desire was to surrender completely. Far from the spotlight, she craved the feeling of being dominated—stripped not just of her clothes, but of the control the world assumed she had.

After concerts, when adrenaline still thrummed in her veins, Ryujin didn’t head home or to casual hookups. Instead, she contacted a secret agency, a service reserved only for the most discreet VIP clients—a place where her desires could be fulfilled without fear of judgment.

One night, after a sold-out show, Ryujin slipped into a nondescript penthouse in downtown Seoul.

Her stilettos clicked against marble, her black blazer hugging every curve. The place reeked of elite secrecy—automatic gates, a hushed lobby. A woman in a gray suit at reception didn’t meet her eyes, just gestured to the elevator. Wordless, Ryujin handed over her phone and purse, the ritual as familiar as a choreographed dance. The elevator ascended, its hum syncing with her pounding heart. The air smelled of leather and sweet incense, and her pussy was already dripping just from anticipation.

At the end of the hall, a black door swung open. The apartment was cold luxury: white walls, floor-to-ceiling windows framing Seoul’s glittering skyline, a black leather couch, and a glass table displaying ropes and a studded leather collar that gleamed like a promise. Four men waited—tall, broad-chested, sharp-eyed. Their unbuttoned shirts revealed carved muscles; ropes coiled in their hands. To them, ITZY’s Ryujin, the untouchable idol who made fans scream, was nothing. Here, she was just “our little submissive,” and their gazes promised to break her properly.

Ryujin peeled off her blazer slowly, letting it pool on the floor. The white shirt followed, unbuttoned to reveal black lace—a bra that barely contained her hard nipples, panties so sheer the wetness glistened. Her heels echoed as she swayed to the center of the room, hips rolling like she was still on stage. Her arousal was obscenely visible: nipples straining against lace, skin dewy with sweat, cunt swollen and slick. She knew she wasn’t the star here, but her defiance couldn’t resist.

“Damn, look at you! You’re the biggest man I’ve ever seen,” she purred, pointing at the guy with the neck tattoo, his body carved like a god’s.

The first man, who introduces himself as Michael, steps forward and grabs her hair, yanking hard until her neck arches.

“From now on, you only speak when we say so—and always end with ‘Sir.’ Understood?” he growls, his voice deep, gaze locked.

Ryujin, her pussy already throbbing, smirks.

“Yes… I mean, yes, Sir,” she replies, her voice breathy, a little mocking—but trembling with need.

The other three men laugh, a low sound that fills the apartment. The second, Jack—buzzcut, a scar on his cheek—shakes the leash. “Look at her, already dripping!” he taunts. Ryujin’s face burns, but her soaked panties betray her.

“On your knees,” Michael orders, releasing her hair with a slight shove.

Ryujin drops to the soft rug, her heels still on, black lace glowing under the apartment’s harsh lights. She stares up at the four of them, heart racing, and blurts:

“You’re damn right. My cunt’s pulsing, my heart’s wild. I’m ready to be your whore, Sirs!” The men chuckle, and the third—dreads, eyebrow piercing—steps closer, rope in hand.

“Addicted to cock already, huh? This slut was born for dick and didn’t even know it,” he says. Ryujin bites her lip, the ache between her legs almost painful.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, eyes glittering.

The fourth man, the quietest, a snake tattoo coiled on his arm, picks up the collar and crouches in front of her, leather grazing her throat.

“Open wide, whore,” he commands. Ryujin parts her lips, tongue out, like she already knows what’s coming. He doesn’t buckle the collar yet—just lets her feel the cool leather. “I love a slut who knows her place,” he purrs.

Michael, inked neck, black shirt hanging open, grabs a thick rope and steps forward.

“On your feet, bitch,” he snarls. Ryujin rises, hips swaying slightly, gaze defiant.

“Fine, Sir—I’ll be good,” she breathes, voice thick with lust but still teasing. Michael and Leo (dreads, piercing) work fast, binding her wrists behind her back, the rope biting into skin. Diego (snake tattoo) ties her ankles, leaving just enough slack to shuffle. The ropes are tight but not cutting—they know exactly what they’re doing. Jack, the ringleader (buzzcut, scar), slips a black blindfold over her eyes, the fabric swallowing the world.

Ryujin is blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound, completely at the mercy of the four men. The darkness makes her heart race, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She hears their footsteps circling her, the leather of their jackets creaking, then feels the first touch—Leo’s fingers tracing the curve of her ass, so light it raises goosebumps.

“Look how helpless our little girl is now…” he murmurs, and Ryujin shudders, her body desperate for more.

Diego drags his fingers up her stomach, teasing her nipples through the lace, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Born to take cock, and you didn’t even know it,” he taunts. Ryujin moans, voice loud and shameless: “Fuck yes, Sir—my cunt’s begging for it!”

Michael the Sadist chuckles low, yanking her black panties aside to expose her dripping pussy, slick glistening down her thighs.

“Look at this slut—already leaking,” he says, swiping a finger over her entrance but not pushing in.

Ryujin writhes, the ropes holding her tight, and whimpers: “God, Sir, just fuck me already—I’m aching!”

The men laugh, the sound echoing through the loft, and Jack the Boss steps forward, the floorboards creaking.

“Crawl to me, whore,” he orders, fisting her hair to drag her onto the rug.

Blindfolded and bound, Ryujin drops to all fours, knees sinking into the soft carpet, her heels still strapped on. She crawls awkwardly, the ropes restricting her movements, Jack’s grip on her hair steering her. Her pussy is so wet it drips, and she feels their four pairs of eyes burning into her skin.

“Coming, Sir—your slut’s on her way!” she rasps, half-laughing, half-pleading, like the good little fucktoy she is. When she reaches Jack’s boots, he yanks her hair harder, forcing her neck to arch.

"Open that mouth wide, slut," he orders, and Ryujin obeys, tongue out, lips trembling.

Jack shoves his thick cock into her mouth, straight down her throat. Ryujin gags, drool dripping down her chin. His dick is huge, stretching her lips, and she tries to breathe, but Jack fucks her face, gripping her hair like reins.

"Love a whore who knows her place," he growls, while the others clap and mock: "Look at the idol turning pro cocksucker!" Ryujin, her throat blocked, moans loudly—the sound muffled—and thinks: Fuck, sir, this dick’s killing me… but I want more. The ropes dig into her wrists, her ankles ache, but her pussy clenches, soaking the rug, as Michael, Leo, and Diego watch, ropes and leash still in hand, ready for the next move.

Jack grabs Ryujin’s short hair, the black strands slipping through his fingers, and yanks hard, arching her head back. The blindfold slips slightly, letting her glimpse the other three men—Michael, Leo, Diego—their hard cocks straining against their pants, eyes ravenous.

"Look at the men who’ll ruin you, bitch. Open those eyes!" Jack snarls, his voice cutting through the air. Ryujin’s pupils dilate under the blindfold, her pussy throbbing wildly.

"God, they’re huge… sir!" she rasps, voice hoarse, halfway delirious—arousal laced with a thread of fear.

The guys laugh, the sound echoing like a filthy promise.

Leo grabs a thicker rope and kneels behind her.

"Stay still, slut," he murmurs, binding her wrists behind her back, the knots so tight they cut off circulation, her skin flushing red. Ryujin moans, body shaking, the ropes biting like teeth.

"Fuck, sir, it hurts!" she whines, but her tone is shameless, like she’s savoring the pain. Leo smirks, landing a light smack on her already marked ass.

"Shut up. This cunt’s dripping—can’t lie," he taunts, and Ryujin bites her lip, her soaked panties betraying her.

As Leo tightens the knots, Michael picks up an ice cube from the table, liquid dripping onto the rug. He crouches in front of Ryujin, gaze icy, and rips off her lace bra—her hard nipples spring free, brown and glistening with sweat.

“Cry, you little slut. I want to see that tough-girl act disappear,” he says, rubbing the ice over one nipple, the cold burning like fire. Ryujin screams, her body convulsing, her wrists tugging against the ropes.

“Fuck, sir, it’s so fucking cold!” she gasps, her voice a mix of pain and arousal. Michael drags the ice to her other nipple, the cube melting, water trickling down her breasts to her stomach, mingling with sweat.

“Look at this whore crying,” he taunts, and Ryujin moans loudly: “I’m crazy for you, sirs, just fuck me already!”

Diego leans against the table, gripping her leash, watching it all with a crooked smile.

Ryujin—her nipples burning from the ice, her wrists numb from the ropes, the blindfold slipping—starts to unravel, her body trembling with anticipation. Her pussy is so wet it drips onto the carpet, her black panties a useless rag.

“My cunt’s throbbing, sirs, I need cock!” she shouts.

Jack yanks her hair again, forcing her to look up, her lips parted. “Good girl. Ready to be ours?” he says, and Ryujin, her heart racing, feels lust swallow the last shreds of shame.

Diego moves in front of her, his black pants open, his thick, heavy cock swaying. He grabs Ryujin’s chin hard, fingers digging into her skin, and drags the head of his cock over her lips, the heat leaving a wet trail. Without warning, he thrusts inside, invading her throat with a cruel stroke. Ryujin gags, her eyes wide beneath the blindfold, tears streaking her cheeks. Diego pinches her nose with two thick fingers, cutting off her air, forcing her to swallow or suffocate.

“Swallowed so many microphones, now you’re swallowing dick, huh?” he growls, grinning cruelly, his cock pulsing down her throat.

Ryujin fights for breath, drool dripping down her chin, onto her exposed tits, but she doesn’t pull away. Her lips tighten around him, her tongue desperate, licking the base, seeking approval even as she chokes.

“Fuck, this cock’s killing me!” she thinks, pleasure exploding through the pain.

Every thrust from Diego is deep, his cock hitting the back of her throat, obscene wet sounds echoing through the apartment. Ryujin’s saliva flows like a river, coating her chin, her breasts, pooling on the carpet. Michael steps closer, laughing.

“Look at this slut drooling! I’m dying to fuck that mouth too—I want more,” he says, yanking off the blindfold and tossing it to the floor.

Ryujin blinks, her eyes wet, and sees Michael with his hard cock already in hand. He grabs her hair as Diego pulls out of her mouth with a wet pop, then shoves his own dick inside—smaller but thicker—stretching her lips.

“Suck, you whore. Show me you know how to swallow,” Michael orders, fucking her face with quick thrusts, spit flying.

Jack stands to the side, gripping the leather leash. He crouches down and pinches Ryujin’s soaked nipples, still sensitive from the ice, making her scream around Michael’s cock.

“You love this, don’t you? That pussy’s dripping on the floor,” he taunts. Ryujin, her mouth full, lets out a muffled moan.

Her attitude shines even as she gags, tears mixing with spit. Leo grabs the rope around her wrists and yanks it back, forcing her chest forward, her tits swaying.

“Open wider, slut. I’m giving you more,” he growls, waiting for Michael to pull out before sliding his long, curved cock down her throat. Ryujin gags again, wet sounds filling the apartment as Leo fucks her mouth slowly, making her feel every inch.

The four men take turns with Ryujin’s mouth, each thrusting into her throat for a few seconds before passing her to the next. Diego returns, squeezing her nose shut again, laughing:

“Learning to be our little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Michael pinches her tits, leaving red marks. Jack flicks the leather leash against her cheek, teasing:

“Look at this idol becoming a microphone slut!”

Leo tightens the ropes, making her wrists burn, and fucks her mouth hard, his cock hitting her throat. Ryujin, tears streaming, drool pooling on the carpet, is pushed to her limit—but the arousal is stronger.

“Fuck, yes—I love being your whore!” she rasps when Leo pulls out, her voice wrecked, filthy. The guys laugh, and Diego fists her hair again, ready for another round. “Good girl. Now swallow it right,” he demands, his heavy cock dragging over her lips once more.

Ryujin’s mouth is swollen and red, her lips bruised from sucking all four cocks. She gasps for air, her throat raw, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits—but the need outweighs the pain. Jack moves behind her, his black pants open, his thick cock swaying, veins pulsing. He grips her hips, lining up his tip with her dripping, throbbing pussy, her slickness glistening down her thighs. Without mercy, he slams into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Ryujin shrieks, the sound barely escaping her battered lips, her cunt stretched to the limit.

“It’s tearing, sir! That huge cock is wrecking me!” she whimpers, her voice trembling.

Jack doesn’t stop, fucking her hard, each thrust making her tits bounce, the wet sound echoing through the apartment.

“Fuck, this pussy’s a greedy little hole,” he growls, yanking her short hair back, his dick slamming deep into her cunt.

Ryujin shudders, her body trying to adjust, but the pain is insane—like his cock is pushing into her stomach.

“Sir, it’s too big—you’re splitting me open!” she screams, delirious, her pussy clenching around him as pleasure wars with the burning stretch.

While Jack pounds her pussy, Michael positions himself beneath her, lying on the mat. He flips her onto her back against him, grips Ryujin’s hips—fingers digging into her flesh—and lines up his hard cock with her tight, resisting asshole, already red from strain. Without warning, he forces her down, his cock stretching her virgin ass inch by inch.

Ryujin screams again, voice breaking: “It’s tearing, sir! That monster cock’s wrecking my ass!” The pain is fire, her anus burning, but Michael shows no mercy, pushing until he’s fully sheathed inside her, her belly bulging. “Cry. This ass is ours now,” he taunts, fucking her with slow, brutal strokes, each one making her convulse.

Ryujin’s at her limit—pussy and ass fucked simultaneously, Jack and Michael’s huge cocks destroying her without remorse. “Sirs, these cocks are too much—they’re ruining me!” she sobs, tears streaming, but her slutty voice doesn’t quit, as if she’s loving being their “doll,” the foursome’s whore.

Leo watches, rope in hand, his hard-on straining against his pants. He crouches in front of Ryujin’s swollen pussy—red from Jack’s relentless pounding—and starts spanking it with sharp, stinging slaps, the cracks echoing in the stifling room.

Diego laughs at the scene. He steps closer, rubbing his heavy cock over her face, her spit and tears slicking his skin.

“Look at this slut—taking two cocks and still begging for more,” he jeers, slapping his shaft against her cheek.

Ryujin, her pussy and ass on fire, moans: “Sir, these cocks are too big—they’re wrecking me… but I want more!” Even as her body trembles with pain and pleasure.

Jack speeds up in her pussy, Michael fucks her ass harder, and Leo lands another slap on her soaked cunt—the wet sounds mixing with her screams.

“I’m getting wrecked, sirs—these cocks are destroying me!”

Ryujin whimpers, her voice hoarse, as Leo laughs, ready to shove his dick down her throat. He fists her short hair, yanking her head back, and drives his thick cock into her drooling mouth, muffling her screams. “Suck it, Paty, you slut,” he growls, fucking her throat in slow, brutal strokes.

Diego kneels between Ryujin’s sweaty tits, his heavy cock wedged between them. He squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples, and grinds his shaft along her cleavage, their skin glistening with sticky fluids—spit, sweat, pre-cum. “Look at this whore, taking it all and still begging for more,” he taunts, his cock smearing her chest.

Ryujin’s being used like a toy—flipped, bent, stretched on all fours, stripped of autonomy. Her pussy, ass, and mouth are stuffed, huge cocks splitting her open without mercy. “Sirs, these fucking monsters are too big—they’re tearing me apart!” she sobs, her voice garbled around Leo’s dick, tears streaming as her cunt clenches wildly, betraying her hunger.

The men take turns brutally, swapping holes like she’s nothing but a fleshlight. Jack pulls out of her pussy and rams into her mouth, his cock glistening with her juices, stretching her swollen lips. Michael yanks his dick from her ass and slams into her cunt, her slick dripping down her thighs. Leo leaves her mouth to spear her ass, her burning hole stretching as he pounds relentlessly. Diego, after grinding between her tits, forces his cock past her lips, drool pooling on the mattress.

The room drowns in the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelches, and Ryujin’s choked moans. She whines, trembles, her body jerking through endless, forced orgasms. “I’m cumming, sirs—these cocks are wrecking my soul!” she shrieks when Diego pulls out, her voice a ruined, slutty rasp.

Every thrust shatters the idol the world knows—her breath a mess of sobs, ragged moans, and mindless screams. Diego leans down, his lips at her damp neck, and snarls: “Tonight, you’ll learn to be a real whore.” He bites hard, teeth leaving a purple bruise. Ryujin howls, her body seizing: “This fucking cock’s marking me, ruining me… Sir!”

The four men bend her wider—knees and shoulders crushed into the rough mattress, her doggy-style pose leaving her exposed. Michael rears back and slams into her ass, her rim straining, while Jack hammers her soaked, swollen pussy, her juices gushing. Leo wrenches her hair, arching her spine, as Diego fucks her throat until she gags. Ryujin’s muffled cries rise, her body convulsing in another orgasm, her cunt clenching Jack’s cock like a vise.

Leo, with a sadistic grin, delivers a sharp slap to her ass, the crack echoing like thunder. “Go on, slut—squirt for us!” he snarls, and it’s too much. The pressure, the humiliation, the raw pleasure detonate. Ryujin shudders violently, body convulsing, a strangled scream muffled against Diego’s cock. Her pussy clenches uncontrollably—hot jets of cum gushing out, splattering thighs, Jack, the mattress, soaking everything.

“I’m squirting, sirs—these fucking cocks are wrecking me ‘til I come!” she screams, voice breaking, body spasming.

The men laugh, groaning loud as they feel her collapse. Jack grips her waist and thrusts deeper, his cock pulsing while she cums again, her cunt squeezing like a vise. Diego erupts down her throat, hot seed flooding her mouth, his hand fisting her hair to force her to swallow—spunk dripping down her chin as she trembles. Leo pulls out of her ass and cums between her sweat-slicked tits, smearing the come over her marked skin, her chest glistening. Michael explodes inside her ass, yanking her hips against him, his load smearing her ravaged insides, leaking from her burning hole.

Ryujin can’t speak. Can’t move. Her body goes limp—broken, surrendered, satisfied on a level only these men can deliver. She collapses onto the mattress, still bound, sweat-drenched, filthy with cum, drool, and her own slick. A weak smile touches her swollen lips. Her pussy, ass, and mouth throb—every fiber of her pushed to the edge—but she’s free, in a way the ITZY stage never let her be.

The men, panting, slowly untie her, her skin marked with red lines. They lift her carefully, like a trophy, and carry her to the apartment’s bathroom. Under the shower’s hot stream, water washes away sweat, semen, and tears—the four of them tending to her exhausted body with gentle touches, a silent ritual of respect for her total surrender. Ryujin, boneless in their arms, closes her eyes, soothed by the heat and their care, her heart calm for the first time in days.

Back in the bedroom, she slips into her “executive” disguise—the usual black pantsuit—and adjusts her sunglasses, even in the dead of night. Seoul’s skyline glows beyond the window, and in her reflection, Ryujin doesn’t see the untouchable idol. She sees “Slut”—the woman who found paradise in submission. Her heels clack as she leaves, already dreaming of the next time she’ll request “four stallions” from the agency.