#guide entry: anon

[born-to-lose]

The secret truly is to leave on a high note and have them give you their social media handle or number, they'll crave you forever

[multiverseofmisfits]

It's true. Look! -Holds up a thick cookbook titled "101 Ways to Prepare Your Emergency Meal." It even has Paimon on the cover.-

"What kind of cookbook is that?! Whoever made that is a fraud!"

[amirawrah]

⭐︎ coachella heat

with JUDE BELLINGHAM ⭐︎ THIS WAS A REQUEST BY AN ANON, HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

The sun filtered through the hotel suite in soft gold streaks, casting warm light across the white sheets as you blinked awake. Coachella morning had finally arrived. The playlist was already buzzing low from your speaker—Frank Ocean humming softly in the background��while Jude, shirtless and fresh from the shower, stood at the sink carefully brushing his teeth.

You sat up, braids a little messy, cheeks warm, watching him like you hadn't seen him a hundred times before. Jude caught your eyes in the mirror and smirked, foam still in his mouth.

“Don’t stare,” he mumbled around the toothbrush, “you’re gonna make me nervous.”

You snorted. “You? Nervous? You’re Jude Bellingham.”

He rinsed and wiped his face, then walked over to press a kiss to your forehead, damp curls brushing your skin. “Still get nervous when you look at me like that,” he said, voice low, sweet.

You hummed, leaning into him. “Help me pick my outfit?”

He gave you a mock-serious nod. “Only if you help me with my jewelry. You know I can’t layer necklaces like you do.”

Thirty minutes later, the room was an explosion of fringe, glitter, sunglasses, and soft laughter. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding up two options and Jude lounged on the bed behind you, chin propped on his hand, watching like you were the entire festival.

“Left one,” he said, pointing and smirking. “The skirt. Its hot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re a pervert now?”

He shrugged and laughed. “You bring it out of me.”

You turned back around, slipping into the outfit, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. When you turned back for approval, Jude just whistled low. “Yeah. We’re about to shut Coachella down.”

You laughed, walking over to fix the chain around his neck. “We? I don’t know, Mr. ‘Black Tank and Nike Cortez.’”

“I’m accessorising!” he protested, pointing to his rings and gold chain. “And my sunglasses are Dior, okay?”

“Okay, fashion king.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and sweet, then rested his forehead against yours. “Let’s go show the desert what love looks like.”

The shuttle dropped you off right outside the artist entry, security guiding your small group through the crowd as the buzz of Coachella washed over you like heat from the sun. Music thumped in the distance—bass vibrating through the soles of your boots—and the scent of sunscreen, warm air, and sweet food trucks wrapped around everything like a veil.

Jude held your hand tightly, fingers locked, not just protectively but like he couldn’t believe this was real—just the two of you, off-duty, no stadiums, no post-match interviews. Just sunglasses, and love under a desert sky.

“Remind me again why we don’t do this every year?” he said in your ear, lips brushing your temple.

“Because someone’s usually too busy saving Real Madrid's ass,” you teased, swinging his hand.

He chuckled, then perked up when he saw a familiar figure waving from behind a velvet rope. David Alaba, effortlessly cool in a vintage tee and a black durag, stood with his wife Shalimar, who looked like she stepped straight out of a Vogue desert editorial—flowy pastel set, gold bangles, and baby braids.

“Ayyy, finally!” David grinned, pulling Jude into a hug before turning to you. “You’re glowing honestly”

Shalimar hugged you tightly. “I was wondering what took y’all so long. We already saw Camavinga take, like, fifteen mirror selfies.”

And there he was—Eduardo, in bright printed pants and tinted pink shades, adjusting his phone in the reflection of a chrome Airstream trailer. Vini was leaned against it, nodding along to a beat with his arm slung around a girl you’d met a few times, who gave you a sweet wave. Aurélien strolled up with an iced drink in each hand, offering you one.

“Hydration,” he winked. “Mandatory.”

You all found a quiet backstage lounging spot—a shaded area filled with huge cushions, string lights overhead, low tables with fruit trays and drinks. Everyone kicked back, shoes off, laughing, vibing. Jude was tucked into your side, arm lazily around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder as you sipped from his coconut water.

Someone had a Polaroid camera—probably Vini—and soon there were little film shots lying around like confetti. Jude and you posed in one: you on his lap, sunglasses low on your nose, your arm thrown around his shoulders, his cheek pressed to yours with that soft, smirky grin he always saved just for you.

Another photo: Shalimar pulling you into a laughing hug. Then one of Jude trying (and failing) to copy Eduardo’s dance moves, everyone howling in the background.

It wasn’t long before a few fans spotted the group, phones quietly snapping photos. A young girl approached shyly, clutching a mini instant cam.

“Excuse me,” she said nervously, “could I maybe get a picture with you, Jude?”

Jude smiled warmly, standing and crouching next to her. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Then her eyes darted to you, recognition dawning slowly. “Wait… you’re his girlfriend, right? Can I—could I get one with both of you? You’re so pretty. I love your style.”

Your cheeks burned, but Jude beamed, proud. He pulled you in gently. “She is pretty, isn’t she?” he said, low enough that only the three of you could hear. “Prettiest girl here.”

The sun had dipped behind the palm trees hours ago, leaving a streak of lavender and burnt orange in its wake. Neon lights shimmered across the festival grounds as the crowd buzzed in anticipation. Everyone knew what time it was—Travis Scott was about to hit the stage.

Jude’s hand never left yours as you both made your way through the thickening crowd. You were tucked under his arm, his palm spread firm and protective over the small of your back. You could hear girls whispering, phones snapping, but none of it mattered—not when he was this close, not when the bass was already vibrating through your chest and his lips were grazing your ear.

“Good view?” he asked as you reached the sweet spot—far enough not to get crushed, close enough to feel the heat of the lights.

You smiled, pulling your phone out for a quick story. “The best.”

And then the beat dropped. The crowd erupted. Goosebumps blared through the night air, and the world exploded into bass, strobe lights, and the wild kind of freedom that only a music festival at midnight can bring.

Jude moved behind you, pulling you flush against him, arms wrapping around your waist. His locs brushed the side of your face as he leaned in, voice low, half-singing, half-laughing into your ear.

“I get those goosebumps every time…”

You threw your head back, laughing as he sang the line dramatically, rocking the two of you side to side with the rhythm.

“Don’t make me rap it all,” he said, teasing, mouthing the next line in sync with Travis. “I could do the whole thing right now.”

You turned slightly, one hand reaching up to run along his jaw. “I dare you.”

Jude took the challenge way too seriously. For the next song, he rapped every word, hype and smooth, into your ear—his chest pressed to your back, voice low and warm as his hands slid around your waist, gripping your hips in time with the beat.

Your head rested against his shoulder, swaying together, your bodies moving in sync under the stars. The lights flashed red and gold and violet across his face, and every time you looked up at him, he was already watching you.

“You’re unreal,” he muttered into your hair, pulling you closer. “Like—look at you. At Coachella. With me. I’m never getting over this.”

You laughed, throwing your arms over his shoulders. “You’re acting like this isn’t your everyday life.”

“It’s not,” he said, serious now. “This? You? You’re the best part.”

A beat later, he was singing with you again, his voice right in your ear as your fingers laced behind his neck. It was loud, chaotic, magical—but none of it could touch the little world you and Jude had built within that crowd. You were his calm in the middle of the storm, his favourite melody even louder than the music.

And as the chorus hit again, Jude spun you gently in his arms, catching you under the lights with that look—like you were it. The moment. The feeling. The song.

And honestly?

You were.

The crowd had just come down from Travis’s set, sweat-slick and starstruck, but the second Bad Bunny stepped on stage, the energy shifted. The lights went low, the air thick with heat and anticipation, and the beat dropped into something darker—something slow, pulsing, undeniably sensual.

Jude’s arms were still wrapped around your waist from behind, but now, his grip tightened.

The bass vibrated straight through your chest as Bad Bunny launched into 'Titi Me Preguntó', and then slid effortlessly into something smoother, more explicit. You couldn’t understand every word, but the tone said enough. Heavy. Tempting. Dripping with want.

And Jude? He was gone.

You felt it the second the tempo slowed and his hips pressed flush against yours, one hand splayed low on your stomach, the other inching down to your hip. His lips brushed your ear, breath hot.

“You’re killing me, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and rough, like the song was getting to him more than he wanted to admit. “The way you move…”

You rolled your hips back just slightly—just enough to feel the tension in his body spike.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed, fingers digging into your waist.

The beat slowed into something dirtily hypnotic, and you started to move in time with it, grinding back into him, the way you knew would make his knees weak. Jude’s hands roamed now—hungry, possessive. He pressed in closer, chest to your back, lips trailing along your neck.

You could feel just how turned on he was, and it made your breath hitch.

“This is torture,” he growled, voice raw and desperate now. “You in this outfit, dancing on me like this… in front of everyone.”

You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. “Then take me home.”

He let out a low laugh, almost dangerous, eyes dark. “If you keep this up, I won’t make it home.”

His hands slid down your sides, pulling you even tighter against him, hips moving with yours to the rhythm as Bad Bunny’s voice poured through the speakers like smoke. Your bodies moved like one—synchronised, slick with sweat, caught in a loop of teasing touches and grinding tension.

Around you, the crowd faded into neon blur. It was just you and Jude, dancing like no one else existed, like the heat between your bodies could start a fire in the desert night.

When the next track started, just as hot and heavy, Jude leaned in, voice full of gravel and need. “I swear, the second this set ends, I’m getting you out of here.”

And the way he said it? You didn’t doubt him for a second. as the heated glances traded between you as the pounding bass vibrated through the air, feeding the electric charge building between your bodies. Jude's fingers traced up your spine, sending shivers down your skin, as his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you harder against his straining erection.

You couldn't help but roll your hips in response, grinding against him with a moan that was lost in the music. The crowd around you throbbed and pulsed, but all you saw was Jude's intense gaze, all you felt was his body moving in perfect harmony with yours.

Bad Bunny's seductive lyrics painted a vivid picture in your mind, each word echoing the primal desire coursing through your veins. When the song reached its climax, Jude captured your lips in a searing kiss, tongues tangling in a frenzied dance that left you breathless and craving more.

The music transitioned into a slower, more sensual track, but the heat between you only intensified and honestly you were fine with that.

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 Where to find good XF fanfics

👽 On Tumblr

@lilydalexf has an encyclopedic knowledge of fics and continues to be an invaluable resource. You'll find a boatload of themed fic lists, individual rec posts and helpful answers to anon asks.

@txf-fic-chicks-blog seven years of almost daily recs, with well-written blurbs and a lot of fun, run by @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully. Look out for their themed days: "Casefile Monday", "Tumblr Tuesday", "Editor's Pick Wednesday", "Post-Ep/Missing Scene Thursday", "Novel Length Friday", "Smut Sunday", and the very cool "Because You Watched"

@msrlibrary a well-tagged library of MSR fics; each entry includes a short excerpt and a nicely chosen image from the show.

@201daysofxfiles a rewatch blog by fandom veteran @wendelah. Each episode in season 1-7 is paired with its own fic rec post.

@enigmaticxbee an aesthetically pleasing and neatly organized rewatch blog that is packed with great content, including excellent fic rec lists categorized by season, story type, trope, and more. Each episode guide sometimes features related fic recs.

@thatfragilecapricorn30 posts one fic rec every Friday, accompanied by a nice writeup.

@randomfoggytiger curates many fic rec lists sorted by often fun and creative categories.

@cecilysass has a google doc titled "fics I love", which is a fantastic fic list categorized by story type, complete with thoughtful blurbs. She's also shared two episode-related fic rec lists on Tumblr: here and here.

@pookie-mulder writes a monthly fic journal with good recs.

**self-promo plug** I post fic recs on my Tumblr blog @fine-nephrit under #nephrit's fic rec. Plus, I reblog others' fic recs that I come across!

👽 Rec Communities

XF Book Club: the best thing ever, an absolute gem that deserves to be preserved for posterity. During its run, 270 fics were recced and discussed in depth here. The community's intelligent and insightful comments on this blog are sometimes even more enjoyable to read than the fics themselves.

The Fic Filter (xf tag): well-curated selections with short blurbs.

Multifandom Het Recs (xf tag): a major rec site's xf section that offers nice "why this must be read" writeups. @het-reccers

Crack Van (xf tag): another major rec site with a big xf section, featuring endless recs and blurbs

Fancake (xf tag): another major rec community's xf section boasting an extensive thematic tagging system

👽 Personal Blogs

Emily Shore aka Naraht: meta essays, fanvid recs, fic recs—great stuff aplenty

Bad for the Fish aka Scarlet Baldy: fantastic fic list paired with highly enjoyable reviews and analyses of the fics she's read. @badforthefish

Ramblings of a Mind Untamed: reviews of a dozen or so classic fics

xxSKSxx XF Fanfic Recs: still active in 2024! @xxsksxxx

X-Libris: more of a fic library, this is the best place to download nicely-formatted ebooks of pre-AO3 oldies. What I love most is the incredibly detailed and extensive tagging system.

👽 Individual Rec Lists with good writeup

Character Manifesto - Dana Scully: a character analysis and 10 Scully-centric fic recs, categorized by "best of .." selections. Amazing format and choices!

Character Manifesto - Fox Mulder: same format as above for Spooky

bachlava's awesome fic rec essays, covering classic fics and slash fics

ShipRecced blog's classic MSR fics and newer MSR fics recs

luminary's 16-fic rec post

RivkaT recs fics and writers @rivkat

Anna Otto's favorite stories

Syntax6's rec list on her site, great rec list on Tumblr and FTF rec list @syntax6

👽 90s Old School Rec Sites

The Basement Office - Musea: a treasure trove of extensive fic lists with lovely written blurbs, recced by a group of talented writers from back in the day

The Other Side - Fanfic Recs from Beyond the Grave: a large collection of 'scary' or 'spooky' story recs with nice blurbs. Beautiful web design.

the Rookery - Favorite Authors: nice commentary on a list of classic fic writers

X-Files Fanfiction 101: an intro guide to fic categories and what to read for each

The Primal Screamers: a fun site run by a mailing list that hosts fic recs with blurbs, and a 'Coffee Talk' section full of delightful discussions of canon

Idealists Haven - Elemental Fanfic Archive: an archive with rec blurbs

Chronicle X: a large, well-organized archive with blurbs, plus a 'Can We Talk' discussion section of novel-length fics, plus a total of 46 author interviews. Simply incredible!

👽 Special Mention

The X-Files Lost and Found: a fic finder message board that is miraculously still very active today—How wonderful! Its FAQ page hosts a huge collection of well-categorized themed fic lists (not recs), including "Classics (or, Your Fanfic Education is Not Complete Until You've Read ...)".

Where do you find your next read? What did I miss? Reblog and share your favorites!

[aventurineswife]

helos fre :3 random but any thoughts on self aware hsr 🙏🙏 ngl it's absolute peak to me cuz the fics I've read about it is so good I wanna digest it into my blood cells 😍🥰🥰/hj /lh

AHHHH I HAVE FEW BUT ITS PROBABLY NOT GOOD 😭🙏 (I might need to write a series about it in the future lmaoo)

The Express itself, and the crew aboard it, start referencing an "observer" that influences their journey. They might leave cryptic remarks like, "We wouldn’t have made it here without a guiding force…" or, "Are you out there, watching us?"

Himeko and Welt have deep discussions about the metaphysical implications of being part of a "game." Welt's past in other dimensions makes him particularly reflective.

Occasionally, your Trailblazer might break the fourth wall and stare directly "out" of the screen. They’d ask questions like, "Why are you helping us? What’s in it for you?" Or even, "Do you think you’re doing the right thing?"

Their dialogue changes subtly depending on your in-game decisions, showing that they’re paying attention.

Kafka is one of the few who seems fully aware that you’re pulling the strings. She might tease, "How long will you keep playing this game? Or is it playing you?" It’s unclear if she means it literally or as a metaphor.

Pela starts digging into the concept of "higher dimensions" where powerful entities (like the players) influence their world. You might find hidden journal entries speculating about the possibility of unseen forces guiding their lives.

Characters start commenting on how often you farm the same materials or run the same domains (?). For instance, Dan Heng might say, "You’ve had me fight this exact enemy over fifty times… What are you preparing for?"

When summoning characters, some of them might react to being "chosen." For example: Silver Wolf might say, "Took you long enough. Were you saving for someone else?" While Seele could mutter, "You really wanted me, didn’t you?"

As beings tied to the metaphysical order of the universe, the Aeons might perceive your existence. Xianzhou scholars hypothesize that you are an entity akin to an Aeon of "Control" or "Fate."

The Stellaron within the Trailblazer seems to have an awareness of you, treating you like an ally—or a potential threat. It might whisper cryptic messages about your choices or consequences.

Herta becomes suspicious of the odd behaviors in the universe and starts referring to you as a "prime variable." She might even try to communicate directly through simulated events, asking for your cooperation.

Some characters, like March 7th or Natasha, might express gratitude for your care and attention. "You always bring me along… Do you think I’m special?" they might ask, breaking the fourth wall.

Certain antagonists, like Cocolia or Jade, might break from their usual dialogue to challenge your decisions. "You think you’re the hero? You’re just another player, aren’t you?"

A secret cutscene or dialogue could play if you act in unexpected ways, revealing that the characters have fully realized their reality. It could be bittersweet, with them either embracing or lamenting their lack of agency.

Aventurine might acknowledge your influence subtly. After completing a mission for the IPC, he sends a message: "Noticed your knack for efficiency. You deserve a little bonus for all the extra effort you 'inspire.' Don’t let it go to your head." He attaches an unusually large amount of credits, as though recognizing you directly for optimizing his profits.

Argenti might kneel before the screen during a heartfelt moment (or after a battle): "O noble guide, it is your divine hand that shapes my path! I dedicate my blade not just to the people, but to you. May your will continue to shine upon us!" He also gifts you rare items or sends messages of gratitude, as though you're a divine figure he serves.

AHHH I wanna write fics for certain characters or something (this could also lead to yandere themes depending if the person/anon reqs for it).

[theladybrownstarot]

TRANSITION

୨ৎ ๋ Introduction :

Namaste people! I'm back with an another event for you all , "Transition" . My exams have ended and also it's my happy birthday today too !

୨ৎ ๋࣭ What will you get ?

This reading will help you identify areas to focus on, guide you on what to do, and reveal important insights for your inner growth and self-transformation, bridging the gap between your potential and practical action.

୨ৎ ๋࣭ Who will get the reading ?

Participants for the reading will be selected intuitively, with no fixed number, allowing for as many individuals as felt guided to be chosen.

୨ৎ ๋࣭ Rules and Regulations :

Kindly adhere the given rules carefully :

Follow me ;

Like / reblogg any 2 of my pacs ;

Like and reblogg my paid reading's main post and any 2 sub-main post from it ;

Entry through ask - no anons and include your initials and moon sign.

A detailed Feedback is a mandate.

STATUS : CLOSED

[subsystems]

hope sending ask is ok rn, i have hard time looking resource. looking for book how to co-exist with independent dissociative parts (have system but not feel safe in saying DID yet). cannot do therapist addressing parts yet but want to cope in daily life. hope can help. or others comment/reblog and give. thank you 🍀

This ask was sent a while ago, I hope you're doing okay now anon. You say you can't talk to a therapist yet but I hope you have someone else in your life who is supportive and you can talk to about these things! You shouldn't have to face this alone.

Even though you don't have therapeutic support, it's still possible to build up communication and cooperation with your parts. I reblog a lot of tips and resources to my coping tag if you want to check that out. Here are some other resources that you might find helpful:

DID/OSDD Self-help Masterlist There are so many resources here, categorized by different topics. You'll find stuff here for both survivors and loved ones, and you don't need to have DID/OSDD to use them!

Beauty After Bruises Blog You'll find so many articles here on coping with daily life as a dissociative survivor. I love how they're written, they feel very approachable and almost calming to read.

Dissociative Living Admittedly, I haven't read many of these articles but the few I've seen have been good. I think their writing is very approachable for people who are new to all of this.

DIS-SOS Lots of advice and informative articles on living with DID here -- in both English and German! I've found some really interesting and unique coping tips here, I definitely recommend it. It's actually because of this blog that I discovered one of my favorite methods of system communication.

CTAD Clinic Youtube Channel A channel run by the director of this clinic which specializes in dissociation and trauma. I've watched probably all of his videos -- they're very good! Lots of the videos provide tools and self-help tips on coping with dissociation & dissociative parts!

Carolyn Spring's Blog You'll find amazing articles here about trauma and dissociation, but do be aware that the author is both a professional and a survivor with DID herself. She isn't afraid to talk about her lived experience, shining a light on the reality of trauma and dissociation which can be confronting but oh-so empowering to read.

System Speak Podcast A podcast run by a DID system. She talks about her own healing journey as well as interviews professionals and dives into the psychology behind trauma and dissociation. Personally, I think the website is a bit hard to navigate but every podcast I've listened to has been extremely informative and relatable!

Self-help books can also be extremely useful if you don't have access to a therapist. You can find a bunch of free downloads here! I would recommend starting with "Got Parts? An Insider's Guide to Managing Life Successfully with Dissociative Identity Disorder" by ATW. Personally, I think this is the best book to start with. It's a bit old and there are some outdated ideas in it, but I think it's a very gentle entry into learning system communication and coping with DID if you have never worked with a therapist.

Some other resources that might be useful:

Strategies for coping with distressing voices

FREE 100 page e-book for trauma survivors

Talk/vent to listeners on this non-crisis support chat line

Apply for a grant to receive financial help or a therapy box -> (Also learn about the Therapy Box Project! If anyone is able to donate, please do!)

- Sunflower

[windvexer]

Hi! This is the wisp spirit guide anon. I wanted to get back to you on an update. I followed your advice and placed a ward around my home being specific that no spirits or entities that would wish me harm could enter my home and then called my spirit guides. When I asked if each of them were there by name, I got yeses for the first two and a no for Wisp. Then I asked the first spirit guide about Wisp and he said he did know of them and that they did wish me harm. And that no, they were not present. I asked my second spirit guide, and she said she did not know Wisp and did not know if they wished me harm or not. And then once again, I asked if Wisp was present and I got another No. So I guess I’m down to two spirit guides?

Prior ask

I believe something like what follows is a useful thought exercise to map out how spirits can appear when they should not. When I follow this model I have better control over which spirits appear when I call out for them.

Imagine that spirits are far away, and must visit us on roads. Like a freeway, these roads may have multiple onramps and offramps - points of entry and exit, where spirits (or your spirit body!) can enter the road and travel to another offramp.

When you call out for spirits who might be far away, you might be activating an old spirit freeway, or creating your own through your own power.

Whatever kind of road you get, we should expect that it has an onramp right next to the kind of spirits you're calling, and an offramp right where you are in your house :)

However, these are not necessarily the only 'access' points. There could be lots of entry and exit points on this road. And once the road has been 'activated' due to your call, it's possible that not only do the spirits you want to call take an onramp to visit you, but random and unrelated spirits also see onramps and decide to visit.

Why not? Road trips are fun!

But how do you make sure random spirits don't visit you every time you call? Here are my solutions, I use more at once if I think I'm about to do something risky:

Always call spirits within a protected space. The protection should be designed specifically to keep out spirits you did not explicitly invite. (Of course your exact rules are up to personal preference) (Imagine your ward is like a security checkpoint on the freeway)

Casting circles is a form of temporary protective ward. As you cast the circle, dictate that it protects uninvited spirits from arriving.

If you also lay a compass or call the quarters, ask the elemental guardians, archangels, or whomever, to stand guard at that road and only allow through spirits whom you have called.

Enchant a stone and work with it as a helper guardian. Tell it to keep out spirits who are uninvited (or whatever your conditions are). When you call for spirits, dictate that if they choose to arrive, they may only arrive into the stone. And when choose to leave, they may only go back from where they came.

As you work with your own helper spirits and build up relationships, ask them to stand watch and A) prepare roads that only lead to the kind of spirits you want to call, but also B) prevent unwanted spirits from arriving.

Also, try wording your spirit calls very specifically so it also excludes uninvited spirits. Now we have to change our analogy a little bit. Imagine that there isn't a big wide freeway and onramps.

Instead, imagine that when you call spirits you are creating a special padlock. That padlock can only be open by keys that fit. A single padlock can be opened by different keys, as long as they press the right pins.

When you call for an extremely specific spirit - "Obelon the Fox-Man whom I met at Electric Daisy Carnival 2024" - then it's reasonable to assume that padlock can only be opened by a spirit who can fit that very specific description.

But you can also make a lock that a category of spirits could open. "I call on the healing spirits of the Buena Verde Pond who wish to assist me in an act of healing." A spirit has to hit a few pins to unlock this call - a spirit from that location, who has healing abilities, and who wants to help. Yet MANY spirits could still appear, each one different from the last.

However, it's easy to make very general calls that accidentally create a lock almost any spirit could pass through. "I call on my spirit guides." (And you've never met them before and this isn't referring to anyone specific you know yet). Well a bunch of spirits could say, hey - I'm capable of guiding. And I'm a spirit. I mean I can give advice if they ask me for some. I'll go check it out!

They are able to appear when you make a general call because they may not technically be excluded. On the other hand, if you were working in an unwarded space, this technicality doesn't matter - any spirit can just show up, which they're especially likely to do when they see something interesting is already happening.

My hypothesis would be that you are not down to 2 spirit guides, but rather that during your initial call another spirit showed up just to see what was up. When you warded, they may have decided they didn't want to bother with it, or they may have become concerned you could lash out if you became bothered. In either case it seems that perhaps they did not regard themselves as being "enough" of a guide to you that it was worth sticking around when you began to take basic precautions.

Just because a ward against harmful spirits keeps some spirits away, that doesn't mean they were necessarily planning harm. Wards are not invisible except to those whom they effect. A spirit who can pass through a ward may re-evaluate the situation and say, never mind.

As you've seen yourself, just because a random spirit ends up dropping by doesn't mean it's necessarily dangerous or aggressive - I don't think you mentioned that Wisp tried to manipulate you, demand things from you, or hurt/scare you. Any spirit worker might tell you that once spirits realize you can interact with them, they just show up all the time.

Basic protections are the best, everyone should get into them 👍

[violettduchess]

Ahh, could I request Matthias with “I grew up on a farm” or “Use me”? Or whatever you feel like! 🙏❤️

A/N: In honor of his birthday today, here is your request anon!

Making such a proper character into a country boy wasn't easy until I found a way to connect the prompt "I Grew Up on a Farm" with Matthias's pride in Achroite.

Modern Country AU, Matthias x Reader

Entry for @candied-boys Country Radio CC

WC: 1.2k

The high-rise buildings of your city glisten with the reflection of a thousand neon lights. They flaunt the reds and pinks and yellows like fashionistas on a runway. Far below, the cars drive, resembling little lightning bugs, their bright, white headlights guiding them along the road to their destinations. The sky above is a gray mass of clouds, blanched and ubiquitous. The night's starlight has no chance against the blinding glow of the city and when it is visible, the moon is only a pale shadow of herself, like a copy made too many times.

Matthias is standing on the balcony of your small apartment, leaning on the railing. His strong hands curl around the cool metal, broad shoulders slumped forward. Slipping his hoodie over your thin nightgown, you step outside and join him. The sounds of the city that never sleeps greets you, a familiar song that has accompanied your nights since you were young.

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Feeling you hug him brings a tenuous smile to his lips and he places his hands over yours, holding you there, a silent plea to not let go. Your head falls forward to rest against his broad back and you breathe in the scent of him, cool and crisp and clean. It reminds you of snow-capped mountains, of winter’s first kiss, of a lake frozen over, diamond-like and dazzling in the pale December sun.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His exhale is heavy. It courses through his body, dragging the weight of his tangled emotions with it. They feel like chains around his heart, fetters that tighten with every beat.

“Hey....” 

Your voice sharpens with concern as you let go and move so that you can see him. His noble face, the one you tease him about and say looks like a fairy tale prince, is shadowed by something that dampens the soft gray of his eyes, pulls down the corners of his handsome mouth. “Matthias?”

He hesitates and your stomach twists. Something is definitely wrong.

He touches his forehead, frowning, as if willing the thoughts to find the way out of his mind. “This may sound silly. I’m not a child but...” His voice sounds tight, wound with the fear of what may happen when he gives his thoughts life. “I....I miss home.”

You step back, away from him.

His gaze is pleading, heartbreakingly sad. “I know I said I would try. For us. I know your life is here and I thought I would manage. But darling....” His voice breaks on the word and he has to take a moment to regain control. “Darling, I am not made for this place.” He gestures towards the city, now behind him. “I miss the mountains. And the Achroite ranch. The people.” He sinks down onto the chair in the corner of the balcony, his tall body folding like a demolitioned building. “And I’m selfish for it, I know. I promised you. And yet.....” He runs a hand through his short, blond hair. “I can’t....be truly happy here.” Anguished he looks up at you, expecting to see the betrayal written in your expression, hurt shining in your eyes. 

Instead what he sees is something softer, something gentle.

Carefully you cross the small balcony to where he is sitting on the plastic folding chair and reach for him, dropping down onto his lap, knowing from experience the little chair is mighty enough to hold you both. He watches you closely, brows knit in a frown, but he wraps his strong arms around you, almost hesitantly.

Reaching up, you cup his cheek. “I know.”

“You do?”

For a man so intelligent he could be so dense.

You nod, running your thumb over his chin, a gesture familiar and loving. “The minute we left the ranch it was like your glow was slowly fading, a little every day. And I wanted to believe I could be enough to keep it alight. I thought if I could do that, your decision to return with the crazy tourist from the big city who wanted a dude ranch experience and got so much more wouldn’t turn into the biggest regret of your life–”

He hugs you to him tightly, shaking his head as he buries his face in your shoulder. “No, not possible.”

Gently you lift his head so you can look into his eyes. “You love me. I know you do. But you don’t love it here. And so this, here,.....it won’t work.”

The storm breaks in the gray of his gaze. He closes his eyes, fighting back the flood that is breaking his heart and drowning its pieces.

“Which is why we have to leave ‘here’....and go....” Your palm rests against his heart. “Where this is.”

Tears shine like raindrops in the sun when he opens his eyes again, disbelieving.

“What?” It’s a whisper, a prayer in the wind.

“I could never be happy seeing you this way, so far from that place that is in every heartbeat, in every shadow of your thoughts.” You hold his gaze as you speak the words that have been written on your heart for some time now. “ I fell in love with the man with the wide smile who showed me the mountains at sunrise, who shows the same consideration to everyone, from the boy who mucks the stables to the mayor of the town. The one who took me for long rides through the hills and showed me the pond where he learned to swim, the tree he fell from and broke his arm.” You smile, stroking his cheek. “I want that Matthias back and I think the only way I can find him is to bring him back to the land he loves....and if he’ll have me, join him there.”

“Are you sure?” The words are tremulous, restrained. “I couldn’t ask you to leave the city if it would make you miserable. I couldn’t put you through-“

“Screw the city. It was never that great anyway.” Your forehead touches his, your hands cradle his face. “I didn’t grow up feeling like you did. Like this place is a piece of me. What I do know.....is wherever you go, that’s home. To the mountains, to the moon. I don’t care. All I need is you.”

His words are barely audible. “But we came back here because of your job....you didn’t want to give it up. I would never ask you to do that.”

“I know you wouldn’t. And that’s why I am doing it voluntarily.” You lean back and there is nothing but warmth in your heart. “A ranch like yours always needs some extra hands, right? And I’m sure you can teach me.”

“You’re sure?”

There is not a single spark of hesitation in your answer. “Yes.”

“Truly?”

“Matthias!”

Relief like a river rushes through him and he can only stare in awe at you, the brightest sun in his sky. “I love you.”

You don’t reply with words. Instead you lean forward and kiss him, an answer, a testament to a love as bright and endless as the Western sky.

Taglist: @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage

@tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia

@wendolrea @myonlyjknight @ikesimpleton @ikemenlibrary @namine-somebodies-nobody

@whatever-fanfics @justpeachyteastea @chirp-a-chirp @got7igot7family @kookie-my-little-sunshine

@mastering-procrastinating @portrait-ninja @starlitmanor-network @sh0jun @queen-dahlia

@themysticalbeing @nightghoul381 @whitelittlebunny @chi-the-idiot @bubblexly

[kellykswift]

pumpkin / volcano / ginger anon and their connection ;)

So I went back and with the help of chat GPT I made some cross-references.  My conclusion of this:

pumpkin: the performative self, shrouded in costumes, haunted by consequences, who chooses to step back or hide à  Taylor Swift the brand

Spade™️ — Original 🎃 message Second 🎃 message Third 🎃...

VOLCANO: the one left behind, holding the aftermath, reflecting in lyrical fragments à the true version of Taylor

(1) 🌋 Messages – @spade-riddles on Tumblr

Taylor Era starting on 30.05.2025. – which would also match the alternate Timeline – Taylornation posted about in NOV. -- now lets have a look!

Ginger will come later, because Ginger is the conjurer of reflection. They are:

Aware of both timelines (pumpkin + Volcano)

Addressing the reader and the stage

Warning us to look at the notes, not the spotlight

They seem to function as:

Narrative interpreter

Moral guide

Signal decoder

(1) 🫚 Messages – @spade-riddles on Tumblr

Narrative Echoes and Character Dialogue

Pumpkin’s entries (especially May 13–18, 2023) tell a mythic, metaphor-heavy story that reads like a disguised first-person confession. VOLCANO’s messages (starting from September 2023) pick up those threads and speak almost as if responding to or echoing the voice behind pumpkin.

Example:

Pumpkin (17.05.2023): “You’re a selfish asshole... You kissed her goodbye. And stepped forward. TAKE ME INSTEAD.”

VOLCANO (03.05.2024): “my hand’s on the door knob...as i push down on the handle, i feel the gravity sinking in…”

This reads as a mirror, or even a lover's or partner's POV, especially one reflecting on the aftermath of the choices pumpkin describes.

Both voices use mirrors as a central symbol:

Pumpkin (14.05.2023): “Encased in glass, there lies a mirror. The reflection inside is rightly yours…”

VOLCANO (05.05.2025): “pupils dilating at its own reflection… one blink away from shattering…”

This indicates an ongoing struggle with public identity vs. private truth, and likely queer metaphor (especially with repeated use of masks, costumes, gender questions, and longing).

·  Pumpkin’s tone is performative, theatrical, fearful, planning escape.

·  VOLCANO’s tone is mournful, poetic, wounded, but also full of love and loyalty.

This is a meta-narrative told across two personas (pumpkin + VOLCANO), rich in symbolism. Pumpkin is the one in the spotlight, crafting metaphors and masks, while VOLCANO is the one left with the aftermath, yearning for reunion or healing.

Time-locked Structure

Pumpkin's main burst of poetic monologues all take place in May 2023.

VOLCANO's messages begin in September 2023 and span a full year.

That means VOLCANO picks up the story after pumpkin fades away (the goodbye message is 19.05.2023). VOLCANO may be a different speaker, but the tone suggests deep emotional continuity.

Repeated Phrases & Literary Echoes

“You are a selfish asshole” → brutal self-accountability

“The recipe card” → the original truth, possibly queer identity, or hidden relationship

“One blink away from shattering” → VOLCANO’s mirror (identity about to break)

“You kissed her goodbye” vs. “your sharp gaze bouncing off the mirror” → a contrast between acting and watching

So, now lets step into the alternate timeline... +577 days... why? well first of all, Taylornations post, an explanation here: (1) I don’t understand the alternate timeline can anyone explain 🤓 – @spade-riddles on Tumblr

31.10.2023 = 30.05.2025 ← 🎃 Halloween / Era End - The entirety of the story I came to tell is within my previous 12 messages. So yeah. Its the end of an era. Therefore the previous 🎃 msgs are storytelling (on @spade-riddles blog you can find all the clues and guesses about those msgs prior the one posted on 31.10.2023)

17.10.2024 = 16.05.2026

the msg basically says: Behind the dazzling stage and adoring crowd, a performer moves like a machine—trapped in a role, yearning to break free and be truly seen. In rare moments, someone in the audience sees the real them, sparking both longing and guilt, as they cling to the hope that one day the act will end and freedom will begin.

my 2 cents: start of a new tour.

so lets move forward including ginger...

Gingers tone: Plays with riddles, metaphors, and “illusionist” framing. Their tone is detached but knowing, like a narrator or stagehand who sees the hidden workings behind the curtain.

TIMELINE INTERPRETATION (30.05.2025 = 31.10.2023)

If Pumpkin's timeline culminates in 31.10.2023 = 30.05.2025, then:

Pumpkin operates on a narrative arc ending in transformation.

Volcano seems not to be in the same +577 days track. They often feels timeless or on a personal spiral rather than linear path.

Ginger is a third-party observer and manipulator of narrative momentum. Their timeline does follow +577 logic.

So when you shift:

Gingers 06.12.2023 = 05.07.2025

Gingers “longest midnight” post (23.12.2023 = 21.07.2025) aligns well just after Pumpkin’s "Halloween" — suggesting Ingwer appears in the post-Halloween vacuum to dissect, guide, and redirect.

HOW GINGER FITS INTO THIS

Ginger = The Magician / Chorus / Trickster They are not the protagonist (like Pumpkin) nor the tragic poet (like VC), but a narrative guide, almost like Prospero in The Tempest or Tom Bombadil in LOTR—present, influential, but apart.

They:

Comment on narrative structure (“split in the narrative”, “hushed murmurs”, “audience applauding levitation”).

Warn of illusion and sleight-of-hand (stage magic, misdirection).

Use magic and fate to speak about truth hidden in quiet corners.

Speak after the fact, never initiating but interpreting.

Possible role: Ginger is the narrator who sees both Pumpkin and VC, helping the reader piece together the grand trick or truth behind the metaphors. They signal meta-awareness—naming the unreliability of messaging (see: 28.02.2024 correction) and guiding the audience toward real meaning.

So what if Ginger means gives us a heads up on events:

well as usally I know I am very delusional but it would be fun if this theory is actually true :)

[multiverseofmisfits]

If you're not food the why is there an entire cookbook dedicated to you?

"Paimon doubts there's a cookbook like that. You just made that up."

[oddballwriter]

HEYAA. I’ve been so obsessed with ur MK stuff lately it’s insane. Wondering if I could request a little blurb with Steven? 🙏 Maybe artistic reader who uses Steven as a muse of sorts? 🎨 Maybe Steven finds reader’s sketches of him and Reader is like embarrassed 😨 that he may be uncomfortable with it? Add and change up anything you’d like!! 😽 ur my fav writer thank you 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼❤️❤️

Your Drawings Look like Heaven to Me

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

Summary: Steven always enjoys your drawings and art, big or small, painting or simple sketch and doodle. But he's a bit surprised when he discovers that you have a habit of drawing a certain muse that you have. 

Warnings: There's nothing that I can actually thing of other than it's mentioned that the reader draws Steven when he's unaware, but I don't think it's that bad. Also 'Y/n' is used once. 

Author’s Snip: This was meant to be just a little blurb but I got the writing equivalent of zoomies. You asked for a cookie and I made you a cake with layers, frosting, and toppings. This is insane how did I do this. I think it's because I've been drinking a monster while writing this. I have paused the video that I was previously watching in the background because I am so focused. I'm not even joking this shit is 1517 words long and that is before I proof and grammar checked it. I think this might be the longest writing I've done thus far. Enjoy your free cake, anon.

Notes: This is written in the lens of a world where it's just Steven, so none of the actual events in the show happen.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

Steven always knew you drew. You met at your jobs at the museum, at the time, you were working the front desk while he of course worked at the gift shop. The two of you weren't all too familiar with each other since you only saw each other in passing. You knew him as Steven from the gift shop, and he knew you as Y/N from the front desk. You did learn more details through others. Steven was a chatty guy who had an impressive knowledge about Egyptology and mythos. And you were the person at the front desk who did nothing but sit there and draw all day when not granting visitors entry, or in most cases, taking a second to scan a preprinted ticket and check the schedule.

Steven heard talk that you were really talented in your art. You were able to draw what were basically pictures of things you saw or even made up. He hadn't seen your actual art till one day he found you sat where he usually did for lunch, drawing the statue man that he talked at everyday. And wow, were they right about how well you could draw. Though while you talked to each other you laughed "Well of course I'm able to draw him perfectly. He doesn't move.".

That lunch break was a long time ago. You two started dating between then and now. Steven managed to leave the museum for a new one that actually let him be a tour guide. You eventually managed to find work that let you use your skills in art instead of using it to beat the boredom of your job. And you also moved in with Steven in his little flat, in which he cleared out some of this clutter to make a space for you to work and make your own.

You would draw little doodles for Steven to have. Like Gus swimming around. An Egyptian god that you made using his books as a reference. You even drew him a little alligator with a speech bubble saying "Later" on a sticky note. He still has it by the way. He laminated it using clear tape and has it in his wallet as a pick-me-up when he's upset or as a lucky charm of sorts. You always made drawings for him. But never once had he thought that you would make drawings of him. Let alone how many drawing you made of him.

Steven isn't a man who likes to snoop around regularly, feeling a massive sense of ruining someone's privacy. But you said that he could always look through your sketchbooks and art pieces if he wanted, as long as it wasn't a commission that was still being worked on, which he respected. You, like any other artist, had a plethora of sketchbooks of different sizes that served different purposes. There were your personal sketchbooks, outline and testing sketchbooks, practice sketchbooks, a lot of sketchbooks with a lot of different things they were for. It amazed him just how many you had and how you were able to remember which is which.

He knew which ones were ones he gifted you though. Steven was never confident when it came to gifting you supplies. He wasn't an artist himself so he didn't know what was perfect and what was something you would say thank you for out of courtesy. One of the things he used as a safe play were sketchbooks. The bookstore he frequented had a section of art stuff and found that the sketchbooks were not only great quality but also had various designs on their covers. So he'd get you one almost every time he went.

When he looked at them on the shelf next to your desk he realized that he had never actually seen inside of those ones. He was a bit hesitant to grab one since he didn't know if you would want him to. It's not like he could ask you right now. You were out running some important errands and he didn't want to bother you. However, they were on the part of the shelf that you put all your regular personal sketchbooks, which he was allowed to look at so he took a one random from the collection and flicked through the pages.

Out of some coincidence, it was the first sketchbook he got you, which was admittedly one he got you before he learned what pages were good for actual art. The first few pages were doodles that were likely from testing how the paper held up with the actual process of drawing which soon stopped and the rest of the art was actually taped on like they originally belonged to another sketchbook.

Steven thought of that as a clever use for the pages. You would sometimes make art you thought was nice on miscellaneous papers and would simply take the piece with the art out and stick it somewhere else. But he soon notices a theme amongst all the doodles and drawings, which then follow into all of the other sketchbooks he gifted you.

Him.

Most of the drawings in these sketchbooks were of him.

They were all different. Some were him lounging around or taking a nap. Something that would have made him unaware of you creating a drawing of him. There was one that was him asleep laying in bed from what would be your side of the bed. His face was calm, the limpness of his arms and body was captured perfectly, the sheets drawn with the most accurate wrinkles, and the lighting gave the impression of the light of the morning that came in through the curtains. It looked like you simply took a picture of him while he slept but it was clearly a sketch drawn using a pen and pencil.

There was these bust and face portraits that spanned through out the books, of course of him. The first were already so good in detail considering these had to be drawings of him from memory. But they only got more detailed as they went on. You managed to get his amount of stubble right. You had the little baby curls that lived along his hair line. The crease between his eyebrows he had since he always had a slight anxious expression. That tiny little dimple that he had next to his nose that he didn't know existed until you pointed it out one time.

Steven's mind was boggling to him to see such detailed drawings of him that looked so carefully done even when they were simply quick sketches. They were life-like. They were him. They were Steven. To be honest, how could it not? You see his face all the time. So why wouldn't you have him completely memorized. It was just the fact that you had taken time and pages to draw him and him alone.

It was a bit jarring, for the both of you, when you walked through the front door with a hand full of groceries and other things from your errands and he was seen looking at all the drawings of him. You were embarrassed that he finally saw all your drawings of him and worried that he would think it was weird. He thought that he crossed a line and breached your privacy.

You two avoided talking about it till Steven finally did during dinner later that evening.

"You, uh, draw me... a lot." Steven spoke. "Yeah. I do." you blush as you avoided eye contact in case his eyes showed that your fear of him finding your habit with drawing him was strange was correct. "Why do you draw me so much?" he questions. You sighed, "It's sort of a habit I formed." you confess. You proceeded to explain how it started,

"I first drew you as an exercise to get rid of some art block. I usually draw faces of people I know as a means to do that. So I drew you. It was okay. But when I looked at it a couple days later I thought that I could do it again to improve on detailing some more. Then I used you as a study for lighting and colors.".

"Then, sometimes, I would just draw you when I thought you looked pretty or thought of you. And that's sort of what I've been doing." you explain further. "I thought you would find it weird if you saw all the times I drew you and so I just put them in the books you got me and hoped you wouldn't see them." you say in a timid manner.

"I don't think it's strange. I think it's actually quite flattering." Steven clarifies. "I was just surprised that you think of me as something worth drawing. Especially with such detail." he remarks. You breathe a sigh of relief at that.

"If I'm entirely honest, love," Steven spoke up, "Never tell me that you're drawing me from where I am. I'll get nervous and possibly ruin the position that you're drawing me in." he remarks.

[screampied]

I have thoughts to share.

guys sometimes I don’t like these men like Toji and gojo who are confident and cocky pls correct me if I’m wrong

IM A PROUD LOVER OF NERDY MEN!!!!!!!!!!

even Arthur he’s a bit of a nerd with his journal entries and he a little smart like okay bae I see you!! But I love these nerdy shy pathetic men, okay I want them and I cherish and love them. But sometimes I want a man like Toji. Well not Toji specifically.

also I got the JJK official character guide and the fact that ino’s hobby is drinking parties is crazy!! Also apparently Toji can’t get drunk..? that’s what it said on the page 🤷‍♀️ that’s crazy though I’d bully the shit out of him

also guys I’m a PROUD LOVER of men with shoulder length hair. GIVE IT TO ME!! like Arthur’s long hair like okay I see you bae and also others with that length hair, which just made me think of Maggie from Twd. OH SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. That’s my wife for real I’m so gay for her and michonne

-cowboy liker anon

NERDY MEN ON TOP >>>>

oooooh there’s a jjk official character guide? lucky 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️ woooah ino's hobby is drinking parties that's interesting hmmn. REALLY? that's interesting ab toji, but honestly i think kento would maybe drink a bit.

ur so right ab men with shoulder length hair 😫 like save that length for me omg. suguru set the standard for sure aaaaah. ARTHUR TOO HES SO PRETTY. can u imagine true form sukuna in his heian era days with long hair, oh i’d cry

[arsenic-clownip]

H O N K H O N K !! :o)

ladies and gentlemen, prepare to knock your fat craniums to this brand fabulous new BLOG !! 🃏 𖤐⊹₊ 🎪⋆

⬛🟥⬛🟧⬛🟨⬛🟩⬛🟦⬛🟪⬛

🌈👾✧˖°(≧ヮ≦) 💕ִ ࣪𖤐₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

___ ★₊˚﹟🪐'

:33 < welclawme nyall !! ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr !!

:33 < this is a re-entry/re-introduction/blah blah blah whatever to my blog xoP 🩻

:33 < (heres a supurr cool link to my introduction :o00 https://www.tumblr.com/aftonsparv-bugzz/743871612061990913/tag-guide )٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

𖦹🌈🎸⁉️-⃝⃤

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

:33 < heres some info on what i'll be doing on this blog !1!1! ⋆˚🐾˖°

:33 < youcan request many things !! such as:

sprite/character edits !!

pannel edits !!

dni banners/just any banners in general !! (re opened !!)

emojis !! (for discord n stuff :3 )

non scibal emojis and agere/petre things !!

flag requests !! (though im not great at them)

user boxes !! (re opened !!)

ship edits !! (any ship, so long as it dosent go against the dni (dni is in pinned intro post))

stimboards/fashionboards !! (if you have certain wants/prices, please tell me !! also these might take a little slower (fashionboards now closed !!)) (can do, but it'll be like this !!)

moodboards/playlists !! (certain songs/themes wanted, please do tell me !! these also might take a little longer !!) (playlists closed !!)

source calls/kinfeshions !! (please be nice and not rude though !!)

making icons !! (lgbtqia2s+ + character icons, fictive icons, therian/kin/alterhuman in general icons, ect)

:33 < ect ect !! (≧ᗜ≦)

⭒˚.⋆𖦹°‧⭒⋆.˚⭒˚.⋆𖦹°‧⭒⋆.˚⭒˚.⋆𖦹°‧⭒⋆.˚⭒˚.⋆𖦹°‧

☆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ☆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ☆ ☆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ☆ ⭒ ⋆ ⭒ ☆

B33 < please do be respectful and specific when requesting things though !! ¯\(º_o)/¯ please do not harass anyone who requests things if they arent using anon !! iwill not stand for it on my page. ido not tolerate it. please just block them and move on if they make you uncomfortable.

B33 < also, keep in mind this blog only has 1 mod !! requests may take longer to complete ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (╥﹏╥)

:33 < ido prefer getting requests related to my interests/things iknow well (see pinned post) but idont generally mind !! ^_^ 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ (also, even though this is a pretty homestuck based blog, you can request non homestuck related things and non homestucks can interact !! it isnt only a homestuck blog, its just mainly homestuck because im currently obsessed with it :33)

:33 < this is a pretty messy blog so you'll be seeing things of everything everywhere on this blog but yea !!1! :33

★🎸🎧⋆｡°⋆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

⋆⭒˚｡⋆✮⋆⭒˚｡⋆⋆⭒˚｡⋆✮⋆⭒˚｡⋆⋆⭒˚｡⋆✮⋆⭒˚｡⋆⋆⭒˚｡⋆✮

𖦹⭒°｡⋆🪐.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆⭒˚｡⋆𖦹⭒°｡⋆𖦹⭒°｡⋆🪐.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆⭒˚｡⋆𖦹⭒°｡⋆

:33 < on that note, here are some things iwont do :o[

pendulum swings. no clue how to do them

recipies (no idea how to make one)

skincare/selfcare (again, no idea how to make them

prooshuip/comship ectect

sexual things (im a minor. kissing, hugging, ect is fine, but anything slightly sexual that makes me uncomfortable will be rejected)

and anything not mentioned

(also anything involving discourse !! ido not want to be invol with it !! (<_<") and anything agaisnt my dni/anyone who goes against my dni iwill not do things for :o( and by the way, if youdont want me to tag something as something, please tell me !! otherwise i'll probably tag it wrong (<_<"))

B33 < this might change in the future, but for now, iwont do them :o(( ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

★⋆.˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆★⋆.˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆★⋆.˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆★⋆.˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩✧ ೃ

:33 < thankziez furr reading all of this !1!! :o3

B33 < oh yea also i take art requests ^_^

:33 < byebye !! ^_^ 🌊✮ ⋆ 🦈｡ * ⋆｡

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊ ⊹✮₊

⋅⋆ ☼ ☆ 𖤓 ☆ ☼ ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ☼ ☆ 𖤓 ☆ ☼ ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ☼ ☆ 𖤓 ☆ ☼ ⋆⋅

B33 < (purromo purrlease anytroll ? would be quite helpfurrl x33 /nf ⭒-.⋆🪼⋆.-⭒)

☆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧☆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧☆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧☆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

» [wHeN iM cLoWnInG - icp :o))] «

0:37 ─〇───── 3:30

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

:33 < dividers: first, second, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (sorta messed up the numbers but yea) tumblr is being annoying and not letting me add alt text im sorry (if the description is bad, ido apologise

[merbear25]

hii!!! sorry i forgot to specify gender- trans male reader 😭😭

mayuri was definitely. unnerving. seeing him at first … especially with how he treated nemu, you’re very right!! i started to really like him after his fight with szayelaporro, hes very interesting ^_^

-🐊 anon

Hello again!! I attached the original ask because it'd help with context. Thank you for sending something in, my lovely 🐊 anon. I hope you like it and are still enjoying Bleach 💜🧡

There would be no feelings—that was the agreement. He was in no position to take on a partner, seeing as his business took up far too much of his freetime. Even with knowing he wouldn’t give you what you really wanted, you couldn’t help yourself; you kept coming back for more.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, trans m!reader, hard sex, penetrative sex, general terms used for reader, top surgery scars briefly mentioned, undefined relationship, angst

Blurred lines (Crocodile)

A man like him was hard to get close to. Well, that was only half true. Physical intimacy could be given out like playing cards, but it so rarely was an entry to many’s hearts. 

“What were you doing messing around with a man like him?” You often asked yourself this question but never had the answer. Suppose you developed genuine feelings for him—you already had. Suppose you decided to confront him about your feelings—you wouldn’t be so brave. Suppose there was a chance he returned your love—wishful thinking, that was all it was.

Each time that familiar pain rattled in your chest, it was momentarily soothed by the affection shown in the bedroom behind closed doors, where only the two of you know of your relationship. A band-aid plastered on the open wound only to be ripped off at your darkest hour, and yet he was the only one who made you feel alive.

A tango with the wolf who had shed his sheep’s clothing brought on obvious danger, but were you wrong to crave more? You shouldn’t keep going back, let alone fall for him. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Escorted to the premise just as discreetly as all the times before, as you climbed the steps to the chambers of hot and cold relations, that unsettling pain spread throughout your chest.

The fire was set—leaving the embers to dance with the life that would emanate within the room without long. The bed was made with those silky sheets you commented on liking once—filling your head with thoughts that your opinion was held in high regard. The man who you’d be lying with—a thrill that accompanied each rendezvous.

The world was treacherous even on its calm days, and although you knew he’d never truly offer you solace from the gale force winds, you took comfort in his arms if only for a night.

His hands favor your hips. He guided you closer to him, and you allowed him to press against you. The grip he had tightened. Your hands found their way to his chest, already clinging to the fabric covering the body that kept you awake at night when apart.

Taking handfuls of the backside that left him wanting more, he leaned in closely. His lips ghosted yours as if savoring the light gasps that left them. So frail and weak on the outside but a starved attention whore deep within.

“You like how I touch you, don’t you?” A low grumble trailed past your ear.

Your fingers raked down his chest. The way your smaller frame seemed to fit so perfectly with his was a weapon you wielded.

“I especially love when you throw me around and pin me into whatever position you need to have me in.” Your voice lulled him into the trance he would never admit being under.

“Such a naughty thing.” He picked you up effortlessly and tossed you on the bed. Swiftly tugging your bottoms off, you eagerly ripped your shirt off. 

When he flipped you on your stomach, you arched your back—a succulent piece of meat ready to be devoured.

He ran his hand down your back, letting it linger on your ass before landing a rough slap to it. That yelp you made never failed to put a sadistic smile on his face. His hand gripped your soft flesh, unable to resist spreading you. The way your breath quickened had you squeezing each sensitive nerve under his watchful gaze.

Without warning, he spit on your most private area. His saliva was dripping down your taint, serving as a pathetic excuse for lube as he plunged a finger in. Your body took to him instantly, wrapping around his thick finger and meeting his pumps with your own bucking enthusiasm.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last time?” He leaned down. With a fair amount of his body weight on you, your breaths quickened from the increased pressure. “Or are you just being greedy?”

He put in a second finger. His eyes stayed on your face, intently watching as the pleasure he was giving you etched on your face. Your body squirmed and withered under him, making you move further from where he wanted you. He slammed his hook over your neck. The sudden force of the chilled metal made you shriek.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

You huffed and panted, quaked and groaned: each sound and reaction you had was pushing his control to its limit. With your shame tightening around him, you were just about to go over that edge.

He pulled out. Your begs for more were only met with a low laugh—such a pathetic mess you were.

You felt as light as a feather when he manhandled you—flipped and turned however he desired you. On your back was one of your favorites. Adoring how his hand wandered over your torso, grazing your scars just to find your perky nipples. As embarrassing as you once thought, Crocodile couldn’t get enough of those sweet moans when he pinched and plucked at them. 

The heat nipping at your cheeks only added to your allure. Your legs trembled from the unexpected gentle caress between your legs. Such tenderness had your body rutting and pressing against his hand, yearning for more while desperately wanting more of what he was offering.

“Such a needy thing.” He grunted while positioning himself between your legs. The gaping hole of your arousal was beginning to twitch from the lack of attention. Slapping his cock against you, he barely gave you a moment before pushing inside of you.

A guttural groan sounded through the room as he picked up the pace. The way your body moved from the force of his hips combined with the silky fabric posed a slight issue—you escaping from him.

He pinned you under his hook once more, growling from the way you cried out. With your shoulders smacking against the metal and your lower half unable to stop shaking from your quickly approaching climax, you clung to him to help stabilize yourself.

“S-so good…” You whimpered through a clenched jaw.

Each thrust, your entire body stroking him fully, the choked gasps: you were perfect. A final thrust, he pulled out to coat you and the body he owned with layers of white hot lust.

Your shared high had the stars lingering in your vision, giving him an appearance that was far more angelic than he deserved. Gazing down at you, the same warmth was undoubtedly reciprocated. But he was a man with no time to commit to a relationship. That was what he told himself

[twopoppies]

For your other anon’s peace of mind:

Many Tarot readers - myself included - will tell you that the cards are meant to be guides for reflection, not predictors of fate, when you do a reading. At the end of the day, the person asking the questions is in the driver’s seat of their life, and they get to choose how or if they want to take what the cards say into consideration as they navigate it. The cards are not destiny.

Opinions are divided on celebrity tarot readings, but I personally believe that if you’re reading for others it is important to channel their energy for the reading to be accurate. Nobody is asking Louis (or any other celebrity) to take a few deep breaths with them or to cut their deck before they start pulling cards about their life. Consent is also important, and Louis didn’t ask her to go rummaging around in his business. For these reasons, I don’t believe celebrity readings are grounded in anything real or actionable.

And lastly, even the Death card in the Tarot deck is not strictly about death. The really great thing about Tarot is the rich depth of meanings and interpretations, and entry points for reflection that exist for every card in the deck, even the “scary” ones.

Anon, I can’t believe I’m about to quote the Queen of the Basics, and on poor Gina’s blog no less, but I will, in an attempt to make you feel better - just shake it off. There is absolutely no reason to pay any mind to some clout-chasing TikTok twit who thought it was cute to do this.

HAHAHAHAHA! Queen of the Basics. I love you.

And I absolutely agree with everything else you said about Tarot.

in reference to this.