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[widevibratobitch]

Hi! It's me, the rant anon again. I wanted to ask about two things:

1. What was the drama with opera bracket? I've only heard legends but nothing certain.

2. Who is your favourite living opera singer? And what do you think of Diana Damrau, Rolando Villazon and Dimitri Chrostovsky?

Sorry if I'm bothering you with questions. Love, S

hiiiiii anon dear <3

1. WELL. long story short: basically it was just an innocent poll contest that got a little heated and split operablr in two. some people "took it too seriously", some not seriously enough perhaps, which resulted in a wild vagueposting storm from both sides, some blocks, some frankly hilarious memes, and finally ended with a beautiful callout post (happy anniversary btw, it was exactly one year ago <3) and the most mediocre opera of all time ultimately winning.

2. now that is a complicated question since there are opera singers nowadays whom i have a lot of very indulgent fondness for even though i personally think they don't sing that well at all (some of them genuinely sing Very Badly lol). there are also some that actually sing quite well but i just cannot fucking stand them alas.

from the ones who are alive and still active, I'd say Saioa Hernandez is worth checking out, god knows she has her issues, she's been becoming more and more wobbly these last few years and just lacks the idk. grace? in her singing but damn is she loud + i don't know of any other soprano (OR mezzo for that matter) who uses her chest voice this freely and audaciously in the very old school fashion that's been steadily disappearing since about mid 20th century to the point where it's near nonexistent nowadays (and I'm a bit of a chest voice fanatic fyi). to me she's akin to Alessandro Moreschi aka the last and only castrato we actually have a (wax cylinder actually, ha!) recording of - basically, you can tell the technique and execution is not quite it, but with their singing we at least get the idea of what it Could have sounded like.

Damrau - absolute fucking wreck of a singer, im sorry but she's a disaster. i get physically tired just listening to her. totally inaudible live too. i do enjoy her totally over the top acting sometimes tho lol

Villazon is I'd say somewhat self explanatory. He completely ruined whatever voice he had and is now singing as a baritone if i recall correctly? Good technique doesn't do that to a singer. Don't hate him tho, he seems like a very sillygoofy dude and i remember him being somewhat entertaining.

Hvorostovsky, ah yes, certified operablr sexyman. He started out really, really good and kept like that for a while, went downhill from there but I do acknowledge his severe health problems. I get where people obsessed with him are coming from and I have a lot of respect for him. he just never quite did it for me, we never really vibed, sorry. Definitely a solid artist tho.

so. definitely not bothering me! quite the opposite actually! i love talking into the void about things im passionate about and sorry if i sound like a pretentious big-headed cunt, that's probably because i am just that, peace and love <3 totally seriously tho, thank you for asking!

[moriitis]

Don't talk to strangers on the internet.

Toby Rogers x Female Reader. Content/Warnings; phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, threats, graphic themes, sexual themes.

18+ MINORS DNI. NSFW/SMUT.

Word count; 4.7k

So, you met this guy. He was cute, his pictures on his social media were inviting enough and eventually the two of you got around to talking. He was.. charming of sorts, oh, and funny too! But there was one thing that always rubbed you the wrong way, how he always avoided certain questions. You'd had your fair share of friendships over the wonders of the internet, you knew a handful of people and if you were asked, you knew their age, whereabouts they came from and what their dog was called. The usual information you felt any friend was ought to know but this guy.. you weren't sure; a part of you just assuming that maybe he some sort of catfish? - Or just a very private person and hey, who were you to blame? The internet could be a weird, dangerous and pretty scary place. You'd had the phrase 'Stranger danger' drilled into your head more times than you could count. But him -

Toby.

That was all you knew of him. Well, other than he was also in his twenties and owned a crappy pick up truck. He'd met you through -

Toby: a friend of a friend….. thought u seemed cute :)

And well, he was cute to so fuck it; you gave him a chance and opened the DM he sent. His Instagram was plain as anything, with barely any followers and equally barely posts. Some crappy mirror selfie, a photo of his truck and then a picture of a cake. It all felt… well, weird and it gave your gut a weird feeling.

[Y/N]: friend of a friend? umm.. who?

Naturally, you were open to meeting new people and forming friendships, but your Instagram was pretty private and you couldn't think of which friend who would give it out without your consent.

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And it was a screenshot of your friends Instagram. It was.. better than nothing but it only opened up a lot more questions than answers. It was bad, you were single, lonely and he was cute; so fuck it you'd let it slide this once. After accepting his follow request, you allowed him further into your private life. The photos and pictures on your feed detailing every part and aspect of your life. The park you would visit, what you ate for breakfast, your Spotify wrapped, photos of your pets, it was endless but your Instagram was your safe space; so you posted a lot on there. Even after accepting him, a part of you expected him to almost immediately ask for nudes or better yet, send some unasked dick picture in your DMs. But that was where Toby surprised you, because for months he kinda just ghosted you or wouldn't message at all. You weren't going to complain, you liked not having someone spam the shit out of you.

Then, as days and weeks ticked by, you'd upload more. Admittedly, you forgot about your little DM encounter with Toby until he liked your photo. It was just a picture of your new nails, a little treat you'd like to get once the blue moon. As soon as you got the notification, your phone buzzed again and it was another DM from Toby.

Toby: hey. sorry i havent messaged in awhile. lol

You blinked, unsure on what to type back but it was too late now because you'd opened the message and he had seen that you had seen it. So you both sat in the chat, lingering, that familiar online green dot beside his profile picture as you thought on what to say. This small talk shit was… a bit boring and you hated it. So, after a moment, you typed a response.

[Y/N]: oh no dont worry its ok!

He read it in an instant.

Toby: im toby btw. srry i never like rlly introduced myself and now u probs think im some creep

A laughing emoji followed behind his sentence and you couldn't help the smile creeping across your face. You swiftly tapped your fingers against the screen as you typed back a reply.

[Y/N]: im [Y/N]. haha its ok

You cringed a little, you felt like you were being so blunt toward him; so for safety measures you sent a little smiling emoji after your own text.

The small talk flickered back and forth for a couple more months until Toby's messages became a little more consistent and as much as you hated to admit it; you were opening up to him more and more. The awkwardness of the first interaction seemed to have disappeared the more you interacted with him, yet that nagging voice in the back of your mind were persistent. Despite the time you had known each other, Toby would dodge each question you asked him.

[Y/N]: so where r u from?

Then suddenly he'd go offline. Then at other times he would respond at insane hours of the morning. Time zones, you thought. Maybe he were just across the country and he'd respond at times when you were asleep? It made sense, it was logical and yet that voice still lingered; that something was weird about this Toby user. His green flags kept you around though, or the random memes or reels he would send you that would make you laugh. Before you knew it, the months rolled into a year already of knowing him and each time he'd send you a message, there'd be a flutter of excitement in the pits of your stomach.

It was late, well, early actually. Your sleep schedule was beyond fucked and you were sleeping until noon and staying up until the early hours of the morning. Toby must've been a night owl too, because almost every time he saw you online in the early hours of the morning, he'd send a message. This time though, there was no message and he was offline, the chat between the two of you unusually quiet. Now, perhaps it was the lack of sleep and the impulsiveness that followed, but you were lingering in the chat; debating whether you should message him or not. You didn't want to bother or disturb him, especially if he were sleeping.. but you were adamant he had to be awake.

4:24 AM.

[Y/N]: r u awake

Silence, no respond and with a sigh you admitted defeat. Maybe you should just try to sleep. Then, that green bubble appeared next to his picture and you quickly tapped back into the chat.

Toby: now i am

[Y/N]: fuck im srry did i wake u up

Toby: lol nah i was joking :p

You rolled your eyes, smiling softly to yourself.

[Y/N]: wat u doin

Toby's speech bubble appeared, disappeared, appeared and then disappeared again in the chat.

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Your curiosity peaked and you raised a brow. Admittedly, you were nervous to open it because now you were convinced it was going to be a picture of his dick. This had, sadly, happened too many times and it had become a little predictable now. However, as you clicked opened the image, it was nothing but a picture of him laying on a bed. There was a tv on a dresser, it looked like he were watching some movie but honestly, your attention was elsewhere. The sheets were draped over his legs in an almost half-assed fashion. Your eyes, dare you admit it, trailed higher up the photo. His bare legs on display, one laid out straight while the other propped up with his knee in the air. It looked as if he were only in his boxers but you couldn't really tell, it was dark and the only thing illuminating the photo was the glare from the tv before him. Now, Toby was hot, you were single and you couldn't help but admit that maybe you were a little lonely and that photo opened up a lot more feelings than you anticipated to feel tonight. Swiping off the photo, you saw he was lingering in the chat and decided to message back quickly before it got weird.

[Y/N]: oh lol just watching tv. kinda boring.

You teased and Toby sent a laughing emoji.

Toby: probably better than wat u r doing… wat r u doing? huh?!

You laughed at the tone of message. With a huff, you raised your phone above you before snapping a photo. Your face, thankfully, was out of frame, but the photo allowed him to catch a glimpse of your collarbones; the rest of your chest tucked away under the thicket of your duvet. It was a teasing photo, you could admit that. He could see your jaw and jawline, a soft smile across your face.

It was also dark in your room, so you used the phone's flash to give him better access of what he was looking at. Then you sent, not wanting to give it another thought. Toby reacted to the photo with a gasped emoji but you knew he were just teasing, the motion enough to make you chuckle softly.

Toby: ur legit not even doing anything and me watching tv is boring? lol ok.

You loved how comfortable you now seemed with one another, a huge difference compared to a year ago when he first popped up in your DMs. His message made you laugh again, sending him a gif of someone poking their tongue out.

[Y/N]: u sound like a hater

Toby: me??? a hater???? LOLLLLLL sure.

Then the chat went silent a little, but he were still online; waiting, yearning even. This friendship between you and Toby was something you cherished, it flowed so well that it felt as if you guys had known each other longer than a year. With a sigh, you tapped your fingers against your screen; trying to find words to keep the conversation going. It seemed, however, that Toby thought the same thing and he had already beat you to it.

Toby: u know. ive never heard ur voice.

Those words, nothing but a simple array of pixels, was enough to make you feel another flutter of excitement. You were a little surprised by his message and you also knew that he were right. You hadn't heard his voice either and now a part of you were also equally curious.

[Y/N]: what r u implying? lol

Toby: idk. maybe i should have ur number and call u.

You raised a brow, it was smooth; trying to get your number and all that. You weren't going to hesitate, because admittedly you felt a little more comfortable with Toby than ever before.

[Y/N]: lol but its late and im tired. plus i sound like shit :p

It were true and even though everything in your very being told you that you wanted to call him, you were also a little nervous at the prospect of it.

Toby: u think i care?

He was right, why do you care? Maybe it was because there were feelings that were blossoming. Fuck, and that was bad itself as you had no idea if this guy even had a girlfriend. You didn't want to be some wrecker, or worse, the other woman. But why would you care? Is the only thought you could muster up, it's not like this phone call was going to go anywhere. You were friends, nothing else, no benefits, no strings attached; just two people who enjoy each others company. So, before you knew it you had typed your phone number away in the chat. Nothing followed after a couple minutes, making your hands clammy from sweat. God, you hated phone calls and now you were nothing but a puddle of sweaty anxiety as you waited for him to call.

Then there it was, your phone buzzing from the incoming call. It was an unknown number, naturally and you only assumed it was Toby's. Although you hesitated to answer, feeling yourself chew on the bottom of you lip. Quickly, you answered and pressed your phone to your ear. It was quiet, an awkward silence looming over the two of you.

"Hey," he spoke, his voice a lot more huskier and deeper than you imagined it to be. Immediately, you felt shy and swallowed back the lump in your throat to respond.

"Hey," you replied, your nervousness evident in your tone of voice alone. You could hear a short, brief chuckle emerge from the other end and you sat up a little, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't think you sound gross," he started, causing a small fluster of red to emerge on your cheeks. You were thankful this wasn't FaceTime. "I l-ll-.. like your voice." He spoke in nothing but a hushed whisper, which yeah, made sense considering it was nearly 5 AM. Toby had opened up to you about his stutters before, so hearing him struggle with some words were nothing out of the ordinary for you. You were thankful he trusted you enough to open up about it really.

You chuckled, trying your best to remain quiet. "Thanks," you started, your heart beating a million beats per second.

Then that awkward silence again and you cringed, licking your lips wet before speaking again.

"Sorry, I'm so awkward," you let you a short chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you tried to act more casual. Toby chuckled again.

"It's okay, I get it," he reassured, his voice soothing and comforting. You palmed nervously at your duvet, not even too sure what to say. There was always so much to say over text and now he had you pinned, in the spotlight a little and you were choking.

"There's a lot I want to say-" you admitted sheepishly and Toby hummed in interest.

"Then say it."

You exhaled a shaky breath, licking your lips once again. As much as he had you pinned, you also had him. There were so many questions you wanted to ask, so many things you wanted to know and now seemed as good time as any. If he were to hang up, then that would answer a lot of your suspicions. "I just feel like I barely know you."

"Then what do you w-ww-.. wanna know?" he asked, his voice gentle and welcoming and frankly it put you on edge a little. You didn't want to interrogate the man but this was the closest you had been to actually knowing more about him in the whole damned year you knew him!

"Well, I'm assuming your name isn't just Toby."

He chuckled.

"I mean, it's Toby… but I do also have a l-llast name, yeah."

You swallowed, throat becoming unbearably dry.

"Well… what is it?" You asked, your anxiety bubbling at the base of your throat as if you were about to throw up.

"Toby Rogers." You could hear him smiling as he said it and you breathed out a sigh of relief which was loud enough for him to hear. "Why'd you wanna know?" And admittedly, you weren't sure. Maybe because it just felt more.. real? Honestly, you just felt better knowing than unknowing.

"I-I-.." you couldn't explain yourself. "Honestly, I don't know-" you admitted, chuckling dryly.

Toby Rogers. Toby Rogers. That name repeated itself in the back of your mind, each time you found yourself almost recognising it more and more. It was so familiar, like you had heard it before and yet you were unsure as to where. Toby's short scoff brought you back to the conversation at hand. You could hear that same tv in the background on his end. It wasn't loud but loud enough for you to make out screaming.

"Are you watching a horror film?" you asked, snorting out a little laugh at his nerdiness. Although, you received no response, no answer. The screaming just filling the end of the phone, you felt that uneasiness creep back into your very being. Then, after a second long silence, he spoke.

"Oh- hah.. sorry, yeah, I am, didn't think you could hear it."

You forced a smile, scratching absently at the back of your neck.

"So.. what are you wearing?" Your heart fell through to your ass and you froze, wide eyed in horror at his sudden question. It was unexpected and nervously you choked out a laugh.

"Uh-" you started and before you could even muster up any courage to speak, he was laughing; which only calmed you briefly.

"Haha! Oh god, I'm joking, I'm not a weirdo-" he chuckled, laughing a lot harder than he had recently done. You rolled your eyes, shit he wanted to play games? You were up for it, but first you needed to fan yourself for a moment. His laughter faded back into that silence as you glanced down at your body. Admittedly, you just wore some old over sized shirt that had acquired many holes over the years and your underwear. Wasn't particularly lingerie, but shit, it's not like you exactly planned to actually do something with this guy?

You snickered to yourself purely because the idea of.. being so intimate with him excited with you more than you'd ever know.

"I'm wearing just some old shirt, that's-.." you choked out a laugh. "That's really too big for me.. and just-.. just my underwear." Toby was silent on the other end, not expecting you to actually straight up answer his question. He let out a short chuckle and then another, not believing what you had said but by the serious tone in your voice, he dawned on him that you were being honest.

"Oh?" he finally croaked out, feeling something stir within him. It was this flutter of excitement, that began in the lower pits of his stomach and finally travelled to his cock. Now, he knew what dangerous game he were playing and he knew that if he accepted this invitation, it could bring him a great deal of trouble. Your voice was just so.. tempting and it lured him in just to taste more of your sweet words. Toby clenched his jaw a little, he was getting so riled up at just the thought of you alone. "You don't sleep naked?" there was a teasing hint in his tone of voice and you chuckled.

"Would you rather I did?" And it was there he melted. Fuck, he'd do anything. He'd tug on some fucking pants right now just to march over to your house and fuck you relentlessly. Your words resulted in him shuddering, his breath hot and heavy down the phone. Toby knew to choose his words carefully here because ultimately he knew he were playing with fire, it's just the only issue was; he was thinking more with his dick now than with his head. Toby scoffed out chuckle once again, his voice a lot more huskier than before.

"I mean.. I would-" he started, his mind a horny, jumbled mess as he tried to conjure up the right words. "Would make it easier for me to fuck you." Speaking those words made his skin prickle, it was so wrong and in that moment it felt so right. The tension in the air was palpable, his mouth feeling increasingly dry. His cock stirred and twitched beneath the fabric of his boxers, making him shift uncomfortably in bed. God, he wasn't gonna jack off tonight but fuck it, if you were gonna, he wasn't going to let you do it alone.

And you weren't any better than he was on the other end, your own clit aching for a simple touch. It made you shift also, in some sort of desperate attempt to feel some fabric against the sensitive nerves. The touch, however, not enough as you felt yourself slipping back into the softness of your pillow. His words almost made your head spin, your breath hitching in your throat as you tried to control your thoughts; which were riddled with nothing but filth. As much as you tried to deny it, you could feel the dampness seep through the thin layer of fabric between your legs, feeling so ridiculously turned on that a part of you questioned how long it had been since you hooked up with someone.

"God-.." you breathed helplessly down the phone, your words and breathless tone already giving Toby the thumbs up that he was headed in the right direction.

It was there he laughed a little, almost in disbelief. "Wait, are you touching yourself?"

You froze a little in his reply, dumbfounded. Should you be? Your body ached for it, so why not? Quickly, you pushed a hand down between your thighs and got to rolling your index and middle finger against your clit. You gasped at the touch, legs parting a little more as you rolled your head back into pillow beneath you. The touch brought an immediate warmth to the lower of your stomach, earning a soft, delicate whimper to escape from between the plumpness of your lips.

Those noises only stirred Toby into motion himself, palming himself through his boxers with a soft grunt here and there. His eyes closed briefly, imagining all those delicate sounds to be coming from the tip of his cock. Wanting to desperately to feel your lips wrapped around his shaft.

"I like those pretty, little sounds," he spoke softly, his voice just above a whisper as he soaked in each sound that flowed through the speaker of his phone. "What are you thinking about while you touch yourself?" he grunted, biting the bottom of his lips briefly as the mental image of you in bed reaching your orgasm to the thought of his cock alone making him almost tremble and whimper himself.

Your fingers, although with a slight tremble, continued to dance against your clit. Rolling it softly in an attempt to pace yourself, but you were hungry for an orgasm and not only that; you were fucking tired. It wasn't like you wanted this to be over, it's just you weren't sure how long you could hold out for. His words fed your actions more as your whines and whimpers continued to flood helplessly through the phone. "I'm think-.." you interrupted yourself with a moan, "I'm thinking about how good you'd feel."

Those words send a shiver of delight down his spine and Toby was feeling too hungry to withdraw himself any longer. So, his hand wrapped around the length of his shaft and slowly he pumped at it. Each motion of his hand sending soft waves of pleasure to course through his bloodstream, a concealed grunt and groan which passed through his clenched teeth. He wasn't exactly a vocal person - though he had to be for the whole idea of phone sex to really work. "Ffuck-" he breathlessly moaned, his cock an aching mess with pre-cum already coating the tip of it; adding only a fraction of lubrication.

Toby's own mind was equally full of sinful thoughts, the idea of running is tongue up between your slit to suckle softly on your clit, or the idea of cumming all over that pretty face of yours. Admittedly, being a fucking murderer meant he didn't get many blissful nights of burying his cock deep in someone; so the thoughts accompanied with those sounds of yours were enough to nearly already make him cum. Stifling a moan with a lip pressed firmly against his upper teeth, he groaned a deep guttural growl.

"I need to feel you-" and a part of you cringed at how desperate you sounded, like whiny slut. Toby didn't mind, why would he? You sounded like a fucking pornstar and he knew it wouldn't be long until he was seeing stars and coating his knuckles in his warm, white liquids.

"Fuck, keep talking," he grunted as his hips bucked into his hand, almost helplessly fucking the palm of his hand. He could only imagine how fucking good your pussy would feel wrapped around him, how wet he would make you, how good he could make you feel. His command did things to you, the way he spoke through gritted teeth and there was a tightness forming not just in your lower abdomen, but in your thighs as well. For a brief moment, your fingers moved from your clit to your dripping cunt, coating your fingers to coat your clit in your wetness. You were torn, wanting to feel something inside you and wanting to give your clit attention; you'd cum either way regardless.

You began to mumble incoherent whimpers, praising him and uttering his name like sweet nothings; words dripping in poison that would intoxicate Toby more and more. Your grip on the phone began getting looser as you felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, your own hips rolling against your fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm.

"Toby- please make me cum, please-.." you cringed hearing yourself so squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into your pillow, a rush of blood creeping across your face and almost making your head spin.

Your words were the tipping point for Toby, and with one final grunt and thrust, stringy ropes shot up and out across his knuckles. "Nng- Ffuck-" he slurred on his own words, the warmth of his own cum sending shockwaves and ripples up his abdomen.

While Toby rolled out the end of his orgasm with some slow thrusts, you hadn't yet reached that phase as you helplessly humped your own fingers, breasts bouncing with each roll out that your hips gave. You were a desperate, panting mess as you tried to quieten and muffle each moan that dared to escape from you. Despite feeling satisfied himself, he knew he couldn't be a dick and leave you hanging on the edge of your orgasm - hell, he could though. Your moans were just good to miss however and quickly his focus returned to you as he came floating back down from his own high.

"The thing's I'd do to-to-… to you-" he choked out, surpassing a tic almost painfully. "I'd love to make you scream," he uttered, his voice lusty with a hint of something else. You hadn't noticed it at the time, but there was a sense of darkness that lingered in the back of his throat. His words having more meaning than a simple mission to get you to orgasm. Your head spun as the muscles in your thighs tightened, your hips bucking violently against your fingers as you reached the height of your own release. There were stars, a soft, long drawn out groan escaping deep within you as your hips continued to buck; a little softly as you rode out the very last of your orgasm. Your fingers rolled your clit until it became nothing but a sensitive bud, sending little jolts as you gasped, feeling sweaty against the mattress of your bed. The sound was music to his hears as he listened, the phone pressed so hard against his ear that for any other person it would've hurt.

"Fuck-" you gasped softly after each pant, allowing your body the time and space to recover.

"I'd love to bash your pretty, little head in with one of my hatchets."

And you felt your once steaming hot body turn into a cold flush, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. Had he really said that? Or was it more background noise from the horror film he was watching? Toby chuckled, it's friendliness vanishing in thin air before you as his demeanour became cold; uninviting. Your brows furrowed, too speechless to form a coherent thought. Was it just.. a kink thing? Was he.. fuck, like roleplaying or something? You were grasping at any explanation before you.

"What." Was all you could muster up, a measly whisper.

"I enjoyed talking to yo-ou. I'll be honest, never done this b-bb-before with most girls, I wooould've let you live… but work is work, you'll understand. Oh," he scoffed. "No, you won't but I'll see ya around, yeah?" And Toby hung up. Leaving you in a state of confusion.

Toby Rogers. Toby Rogers. You repeated it over again, sitting up on your elbow, brows furrowing and staring out into the darkness of your room. Toby Rogers - that name was on the news just the other week, you could've sworn it. The news anchor mentioning something about.. him murdering his Dad.. being a mass criminal.. and how he was still missing after all those years.

And you just had phone sex with him.

sorry if this seems rushed, still trying to find my lingo when it comes to writing smut.

will be a bit mia for the next days, but asks are open (just may take a lil while for me to answer them.) i originally planned for this to be shorter, but i have this weird habit of where once i start writing, i legit cannot stop.

[mooooonnnzz]

This is kind of cringe but can you write a fic or make a headcanon list of Stan/Fords daughter getting a partner and how the dads would react? I love your work btw it's great!

2010 Toyota Corolla

Stan + Ford HC's of their teen getting a partner!

⟡ 1,5k words

⟡ gender neutral reader!

⟡ guys i think im going through a writers block can u tell

⟡ i was doing so good too omg

⟡ i couldnt figure out a title so i used a song i was listening to ths is a song i swear

⟡ cute lil simple hc of of the oldmen!!

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⟡ i might like take a two day break from writing to get it working again ngl

Stan

♡ Stan is extremely protective of you. He never shunned the idea away of you having a partner, but he never really encouraged it. He told you that it was “a waste of time,” that finding a partner at such a young age isn’t really necessary until you’re older. You didn’t bother protesting against him because at the time you hadn’t found your person yet. But when you did, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous to tell Stan about it. You knew he wasn’t going to be overly mad, but he was going to be slightly against it knowing his views on you having a partner.  “Dad?” You nervously fidgeted with your fingers. “Yes, pumpkin?” You inhale, mustering up all the courage to tell Stan. “I have something to tell you…” You draw out. Stan’s face lightly drops, already having a feeling of what this “something” is. Pausing his TV show, he loudly gulped. “I’m dating someone!” You blurt out. Stan stares at you for the longest time, the gears in his head turning as he processes what you said. “You? Dating?” He sits up from the couch. “I need a moment…” 

♡ After he recovers from the initial shock, he’s bombarding you with questions, such as; “Who are they?” “Do I know them?” “Are they smart?” And so on. You had no problem answering his questions and he had no issue giving you questions with how rapidly he shot them at you. Whenever you answered his questions, you could see the wrinkles in his forehead deepen the more you open up about your partner. This was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to. “Thank you for at least telling me, pumpkin.” He says after finishing up the whole Q&A.

♡ Meeting your partner was a must before he’d allow you to hang out by yourselves. When they came over to the shack, Stan had this whole gruff persona. He didn’t show much emotion and when he did, it was to show his distaste for what your partner said. “How long have you known [Name] for?” He interrogated, flashing a bright light to their face. “For a year now, sir.” They responded, shielding their eyes from the shining light. “Sir? I like that.” He mumbles to himself, scribbling +1 point on a notepad. When he turned over to you, he gave you a big thumbs up and a crooked smile. You couldn’t tell if it was going well. “Why do you want to date them?” Stan raised a brow, tapping the pencil on his chin. “Because I fell in love with them, sir.” Stan let out a loud “hmm,” and scribbled down, ‘very straight to the point’ on the note. After the interrogation was over, he ripped the note and gave it to your partner. “This is your score.” He said. “I guess you did good.” 

♡ He pulled your partner into a room and had a serious “talk” about something you didn’t have a clue about. But when they came out of the room with a horrified look on his face while Stan was proudly smiling to himself, you had a tiny idea of what he said. They turn around to Stan and Stan twiddles his fingers, his other hand sliding across this neck threateningly. “Dad!” You smacked his arm. 

♡ Even after Stan approved of your partner, he still wasn’t fully swayed by them. Whenever they’d be over, Stan would send death glares behind their back when they weren’t looking. But you would always catch them and when you did, Stan would sheepishly smile at you and make a heart gesture and point at your partner. He only ever came around them when Stan noticed them staring at one of the monster tourist attractions. “Whaddya lookin’ at, kid?” They began explaining how interested they were in the craft of making these grotesque monsters and Stan was more than happy to tell them the process. “Glue and staples come in handy, kid. I’ll tell you.” 

♡ It wasn’t after that, you’d find your partner and Stan creating all kinds of monsters while cackling and talking. Stan saw you walk in and his face brightened up. “Pumpkin, look at what they made! It is disgusting.” He pointed a glue covered hand to the little ugly statue of a half chipmunk and fish. “Oh? Isn’t this something…” You poke at the monstrosity. “Isn’t it amazing?” Stan laughs, impressed with your partner's handiwork. “Oh, yeah. This is amazing.” You plainly said. “I’m going to leave you two be…” Conversation erupted between the two while you walked away with a big smile to your face. 

♡ “I like that kid.” Stan says, a pleased look on his face. “Oh, I can tell, Dad.” You roll your eyes playfully. “Hey! They’re a great person. Perfect fit for my little [Name].” His fingers reached out to pinch your cheeks. “Oh, stop!” You push his hands away. “I’m just messin’ with ya, pumpkin.” Anything will and can make this old man laugh. “You might as well steal them from me.” Stan’s perked up. “Really?” He overplayed his excitement. You send him a dirty look while he barks out in laughter. “You’re gross.” 

Ford

♡ He never really thought of you ever dating anyone. Romantic partners didn’t exist to him considering how terribly alone he is. The only thing he ever said about you dating was; “Uh, yeah?” and carried on with his work and that was a good enough answer for you. Ford found out about your partner when he walked in on you and your partner cuddling on the couch. “[Name],” He clears his throat awkwardly, pointing at your partner. “Who is this?” You introduce your partner to Ford and he’s genuinely speechless. “Since when?” He whispers to you after pulling you aside in the kitchen. “Since like, last week?” Ford’s jaw falls open. “And you never thought to tell me?” You shrugged. “I asked you and you said you were okay with it.” You tell him. “When?!” 

♡ He would be so awkward around your significant other. “So…What is your name?” He’s tugging at his turtleneck, silently dying from how silent this whole exchange is. It takes him a lot of time to warm up to them, a lot of hangouts with the three of you together so he could be comfortable with them. He also uses this as an advantage and studies how they treat you and what they should improve on to make you happier. At the end of the hangouts, he’d slip in a note in their pocket. “If you want to stay with my child, you need to read the note.” He didn’t mean for it to sound menacing, but it was unfortunately received like that. “[Name], I think your dad hates me.” 

♡ Like Stan, there’s an interrogation but it’s not as serious as Stan’s. Ford would have called them over and told them to sit down. He begins asking questions and writing down their answers. “What are you hoping to do with [Name]?” Your partner blushed. “To marry them hopefully.” Ford nodded his head. ‘Disgustingly cheesy.’ He wrote it down in big words. “If I ever wanted to conduct experiments on you, would you allow me?” You jump in at the mention of that. “Okay! I think they’ve answered enough questions, Dad!” 

♡ He deep cleans the areas where you and your partner hugged, kissed and cuddled in. “Dad, what are you doing?” He has a mask and a plastic protective layer of armor around him. “I’m cleaning all the gross teenage bacteria!” You had to walk out after that.  “Is this something you’re seriously going to keep up?” Even though Ford is the smartest man alive, he has trouble understanding the true nature behind relationships. “Yes, Dad. This isn’t a one time thing and we’re over. It’s a relationship.” 

♡ Oddly enough, they bonded over their shared interest in researching the wonders of Gravity Falls. You’d often find them outside, Ford kneeled down to the ground, inspecting something while your partner has a notepad in hand, printing down whatever Ford is telling him to write. “Hey, what are you–” “SHHHH!” You looked at them with a confused look. “We need to be utter and total silence.” Ford held out a finger while he whispered notes for them to write. “Why though?” Ford pointed at a sleeping little fairy that was blanketed in a leaf. “Leave the fairy alone!” Ford opened his mouth to argue back, but his nose twitched and before he could react he sneezed, blowing the little fairy away. A silent tiny scream could be heard. “That was awesome, Mr. Pines!” Your partner held a hand out for Ford to high five but Ford was too sad to high five them back. 

♡ “Final opinions on them?” You ask. “They aren’t too bad. They could be a good research partner.” You smile. “Just don’t take them from me.” You say, nudging him gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Taglist: @boredwithlifeatthispoint, @lovexsage, @teddycricketdream, @theilluminatidragonqueen, @raventeen @cedarmoonzz, @katharine3000

[shrimpmandan]

It's a pretty common misconception that you HAVE to like problematic ships in order to be a proshipper. A lot of antis conflate the "pro" to mean "problematic" when that's not what it means.

Basically: if you subscribe to "ship and let ship" don't advocate harassment, and don't think someone's tastes in fiction necessarily reflects their actual morals, that's generally categorized as being proship. Whether or not you choose to adopt the label or even be involved in the discourse at all is entirely your call.

Shippers, I need help! (And read it all before you block or something puh LEASE I need as many opinions as possible)

So I ship stuff, right. Average shipper. I like shipping characters.

However, I have some limits for myself. I’m never gonna ship characters who are related, I’m never gonna ship someone under 18 with someone over 18, I’m never gonna ship someone with anything that can’t consent. Because I find all of that gross, and I have opinions on people who ship that stuff that I keep to myself. But those opinions are there. So I call myself antiship.

However, many antishippers are pro censorship, and actively seek out proshippers to harass them and “expose them,” literally ruining opportunities for them. I am against all forms of censorship completely, with no exceptions. So some people call me proship.

I’m confused, because I don’t ship these things personally and I avoid them, and have multiple tags and users blocked for my own safety. But I’m finding that I don’t agree with many of the values of my fellows.

So what would I be? Some people call me proship, others say antiship, some people say peaceship? What would it be?

[daisukedefrog]

-> transmasc shrimpo shit i kept promising to post about

I've been promising to drop my shrimpo headcanons for so long and i never do so here's some crumbs🤲🏽

✰I hc Shrimpo's an insanely troubled closeted transmasc guy. He's fighting demons in his head and one of them is his gender identity.

✰ Unfortunately he's so deep in the closet he probably says homophobic/transphobic shit💀 he is a hater above all else

✰He's that one guy that everyone knows is trans despite him not coming out.

✰If you misgender him he'll get mad at you.

✰But also if you acknowledge him as trans he'll get mad at you. So good luck.

✰Like girl when i say the toons don't even bother cause they know he's fighting demons. They just he/him and move on. No questions asked.

btw my commissions are open! DM me if interested or for info :3 Im flexible w pricing

[thegayfarie]

for @annoyinglilbro amazing prompt btw

you always assumed the best of me, your sweet, innocent, fresh out of highschool son, so whenever i locked myself in my room, you never questioned it. you also never questioned the timing of me locking that door and you favorite camboy starting his livestream.

your phone dinged with a notification from the camsite and you rush to your room, turning on your computer and clicking on the bookmarked tab. the stream opens and the sound of my moans fill your room. you always donate to me under the name 'daddybear'.

"o-oh! thank y-you daddybear for the.... hundred dollars!!! wow, thats amazing! thank you so much!! umm, is there a-anything you want me to do?~"

you had been hoping for this offer for a long time. you quickly type into chat your request.

"a one on one session? w-with me? well... dm me later~ we'll talk later"

you smile wide. the moment of your dreams were finally coming true. you enjoy the rest of my show, cumming more then one time for sure. the moment after my show ends you dm me.

daddybear: hi doll

angelftm: hi daddy~ soooo, whats this session you wanted to ask about? since your my number one supporter...

daddybear: just a quick, one on one session between us. thirty minutes. no covering your face. i want all of you. id show my face and body too

angelftm: okay. when were you thinking?

daddybear: now

angelftm: sure :3

your heart beat faster. this was it. finally, you could meet the boy of your dreams. you just your Webcam, wanting to get the perfect angle. you get a link from me and click it, opening up a private video room. you turn on you camera first, before urging me to do the same. but as soon as i do, your gaze turns cold.

"son....?"

"dad! what are you doing?!?"

suddenly all the pieces click into place. the locked door. the conveniently timed streams. it all made sense. you leave the call and bang on my door. i let you in nervously, and you throw me over your shoulder. i kick my feet, trying to get you to let go, but you keep walking, throwing me onto your bed.

"daddy?" i whimper "what are you doing...."you dont respond, opting to get on your knees and nuzzle your face inbetween my thighs.

i moan quietly, covering my mouth in shock. i shouldnt bee feeling this way towards my dad, but somehow i had been hoping it was him behind the camera. hoping that he would catch me one day and throw himself onto me. you lick a fat stripe up my boyslit, making sure to lap up all my wetness.

"fuck boy, your pussy tastes so nice. Just relax for your daddy, okay? be a good son for me"

i melt as you continue sucking me off, getting wetter every lick until im begging you to shove your big dadcock inside my tight puppy cunt. you oblige, pushing yourself in with one fluid movement. you swear you could feel my cervix as you bottomed out.you pound into me, and i moan, a constant string of "daddy" and "fuck me" coming out of my mouth.

you turn on my computer and tell me to start streaming and i do.

"cmon boy, introduce me" you say wickedly, smirking as i flush a deeper red.

"fuck.... umm... h-hi again eve-ryone... i have a sp-special guest joining m- AGH! joining me today..... my dad...."

"good boy. god, i didnt know my son was such a pervert, showing off his slutty body for so many dirty men to watch...."

"mhm mhm yes daddy im your dirty little pervert.... please fuck me with your fat dadcock and make me your good boy!!!"

you fuck me rough, not letting me have a break. by the time you finally came inside me, i was so worn, i passed out. but you didnt stop.

you turned off my stream after saying by and thanks for watching to my audience, before pumping your cock back into my wet, leaky pussy.

when i woke up, i felt your warm, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. i nuzzled into the embrace, waking you up.

"im sorry baby boy-" you started, but i cut you off.

"i wanted this daddy, and i know you wanted it too"

"i did hun. thank you."

i nodded in reply, already falling asleep again.

"sleep well baby....."

we decided to not stop streaming, since frankly it made lots of money. but now we did it together. sure, we lost a lot of following, but we gained more extremist, who paid much more to see incest fucking. we loved it. and we loved each other. daddy and son. forever in everything.

[sillysiluriforme]

is la terreur going to become a written fic, comic series or do we slowly n meticulously learn the story via asking The Right Questions? (also i love it n finding it deeply interesting n immensely entertaining. btw)

Thank you !! i love making it it's so much fun. My vision for it right now is an anthology of short comics and Right Questions Right answers. im hoping to tackle most of the canon divergent events and do some character exploration ! Things are a little slow because Scripting Is Hard. (if anyone wants to help with it my dms are open lol)

There might be a few more short fics in the future from @wisteriasymphony like these (which I love) if they feel up for it. (go check out their other stuff too its great)

[kainekillinggod]

yall im opening coms btw.

No slots, prices negotiable, no nsfw, no heavy gore (as im inexperienced), no fetish or kink art (sorry💔), no transformers/mecha im not skilled i fear, any other questions DM me!!!

Examples:

DM for price negotiations and anything else!! I NEED money bro

[dallysdolly444]

jj x minor e-celeb!reader

summary: jj and his little e-girl gf, based off that 'insta models' line from season 1 (rip). fem!reader soz <3 warnings: crude language, allusions to sexual content (nothing actually), jj being a dog, brief mentions of stalking, brief mention to body issues/ed, lmk if i missed anythingg <3

it all started when... jj saw this cute girl on his instagram feed. pink everything, pretty hair, banging body... he started dropping likes, being really nonchalant, before the comments. 'baddie 😍' '🔥🔥🔥' 'i must've gone fishing... because you're the perfect catch' he wasn't the only one, of course, but he sure was persistent. you were always one to be sweet to fans, so a like there, a sweet reply there. he never dm'd you, only really lurking in the comments, so you made the first move. 'liking my posts, commenting corny pick up lines, but never dming me? suspicious.' he was over the moon, texted his friends immediately about the insta girl he likes actually texted him back??? what world is he even in??? he was so excited he forgot to text back, he was too busy texting the pogues about texting you back. 'maybe i'm just nonchalant' was his reply, and soon after, he got his. 'making me wait, i see? aren't u supposed to be my simp????' you questioned, no doubt smiling while you typed it. 'i most definitely am 🫡. ur so dang pretty mama' he texts back, almost proudly. 'so much for nonchalant' was all he got in return. chatting became almost a nightly ritual for you two, a chronically online loser with no friends and a guy way too obsessed with her. dumb memes, texting un til midnight, mayyybeee some special photos just for him. all the while, he'd yap to his friends. 'she's so cool', 'she's so pretty', 'she's so funny', 'i'm totally in love with her' was something the pogues had to deal with pretty much on the regular. eventually, texting became face timing. playing dumb video games, doing karaoke or just chatting about anything. jj really had become your best friend. you barely posted on instagram anymore, which was bad enough for your 'simps', but your biggest mistake was posting a story about being on face time. less favourable fans went crazy, so crazy you had to turn off dm's. and jj was there to comfort you. he was there when you quit instagram, he was there when you wanted to go back. it was never good for you anyways, it fed into that unhealthy need for praise and attention, and that even worse attachment to being slim. but he was there. so you finally took the ferry from the mainland to the outer banks just to see him.

authors note: hope u like this fic! (if ur reading it hehe). this is my first ever fic on tumblr (i had a brief wattpad career, published like one chapter and dipped) but yeahhhh! lmk if u would maybe want me to turn this into a smau (i'm gonna do it anyways maybe just validate ur girl). btw, my requests r opennnn i wrote jj cuz i was in the mood, but i'm mainly obsessed with matt dillon characters (hence the user) but im open to anything! alsooo give me any advice cuz im new hehe <3

lots of love, dolly x

[daniel-is-me]

If you tell me what to draw, ask me a question, or draw me something then my life is yours:

Strawpage. <- (I FIXED IT.)

**DNI PROSHIP + BIGOTRY**

Intro stuff under the cut

unaesthetic paragraphs go

Call me Daniel, I use he/him, I’m a minor(13), and if you want to use my art in any way you can just ask in a reblog or a DM and I’ll say yes if you’re not uncool about it(or steal. you can steal and im very serious about that).

Requests are 100% open right now, even if I have some to do still, I just like to do ones that are original in ideas, as I can get bored easily(i delete the ones I don’t want to do so if yours isn’t responded to in a month or so, that is most likely why.)(also if you have an image you want me to edit as homestuck characters then submit those too.).

I still have the right to refuse a drawing request but I’ll only deny if it’s just plain egregious(like proshit or targeting someone i care about(as in one of my mutuals, typically.))

I like Homestuck(Main thing), Splatoon(I don’t play it much anymore), Deltarune/Undertale(i dont draw it(when deltarunes new chapters release im playing them)), and just whatever I come across.

if theres a secret guy in your strawpage drawing “good” homestuck art, its most likely me, so congratulations on finishing your search. You should dm me with the art and ask if it was me just in case. Who knows, you might be next.

Please don’t try to befriend me, I’m not that great of a person.

[cool rant is removed. it didnt matter anyways. thats whats being talked about in the replies btw.]

[kittykatkittykittykat]

INTRO POST - inspired by @stvrl0st

ABOUT ME.

HIII im sunny !! my blog is mainly a shifting one !! I'm underage, so DNI FREAKS. my pronouns are she/her & I'm bi !! ANYONE IS WELCOME TO MY PAGE ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT SHIFTING I WILL DO MY BEST TO ANSWER THEM !!

MY MAIN DRS.

fame dr

mako mermaids

cottage core dr

alice in wonderland

a series of unfortunate events

charlie n the chocolate factory

marauders era

hunger games

magic tree house (pls lmk if you shift here bc literally no one ik does)

pjo

ghost busters (specifically the one w my wife, mckenna grace)

peter pan

gossip girl

brooklyn 99

how i met your mother

modern family

OBX

the good place

umbrella academy

.DNI LIST.

racists, homophobes, transphobes, TRUMP SUPPORTERS, anti shifters, ect ect [you are gross and fugly and your presence disgusts me 😘]

THOSE shifters who shame other shifters for what their drs are & s/o is

shifters who spread misinformation

shifters who think that nobody else can have the same s/o

people who force their religion aka saying shifting can't be a thing bc of God & stuff

PPL WITH A MURDER DR WTF ARE YOU DOING HELLO?

DMS/MESSAGES ARE OPEN FOR ANYONE BTW !!

I found out about shifting in late/early 2020/2021 & I have not shifted yet !! haahahaha thats so fun! (imma kms soon) JK WHO SAID THAT

my favorite color is pink. all pinks. light pink. hot pink. i love pink. 😻🫶

[ooftale]

COMMS OPEN ‼️

GUYS!!! COMMS ARE OPEN!!! THIS IS CRAZY

PLEASE SHARE THIS AROUND IF U CANNN

EDIT: PAYMENT IS ALWAYS IMMEDIATE BTW!! IGNORE WHAT I SAID ABT IT ON THE LAST SLIDE I FUCKED IT UP ❤️

Ok ok so pheew new year new me am i right!! I decided to open comms! I think I've covered pretty much all the basics in the post, but if i forgot anything or if you have any questions at all feel free to DM me!!! Let's give this a shot!!!!

(Also also an additional i can try to copy some official styles too! For example. invader zim's style! You can check some drawings i made! Or Undertale's battle system, to name a few! I'm not SUPER good at it buuut it's something i can pull off!)

I tried to put the best examples i could but you can still go and look at my accs for more examples, even if outdated! Im sure youre gonna find something!

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By the way, a bit Unrelated but still somewhat relevant, to check more of my posts with ease you can go on the #art tag!!! I have every single post of mine tagged with that one!!

Ive also put some stuff I say non-art in the #yapping tag!!

[prince-of-ithaca]

Intro!!!

Hiya, I’m Telemachus!! Uh info I guess?

names: Call me Telemachus, Tel, or Tem (for moots or sourcemates) (Ask to use other nicknames please :))

generally don’t care about pronouns just use he/they. just don’t use neos, thanks!

i’m a minor, don’t be weird. (Although adults are free to interact with my blog, preferably don’t dm me unless it’s a one-off conversation)

Doubles are chill? Just be a lil wary of kin memories and stuff :)

my source is a mix of mostly EPIC but just some of the original Odyssey, because of this, this means that for me, The Telegony is not apart of my canon.

Closest depictions of what I looked like in my source are Tenoart’s here on Tumblr and Gigi’s (aka the one in my PFP/banner)!

I’m diagnosed with psychotic/psychosis-based delusions. Please don’t attempt to “reality check me” it does nothing except cause me distress.

‼️THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE‼️ It’s based around a musical that’s existed for 3 years that’s based off of a 2,670 year old oral story. Not my issue if you come on my kin blog about an ancient source not expecting spoilers lol.

#1 Antinous hater (Do not ship us.) (fictionkin of him are alright)

I’ve found my canonmates!! My Odysseus (aka my father) is @king-odysseus-of-ithaca and my Penelope (aka my mother) is @queen-penelope-of-ithaca respectively! I’m cool with their doubles though!

I am an active Hellenic pagan IRL. Do not disrespect the gods in my presence, especially Lady Artemis and Lady Athena.

MOOTS!! @queen-penelope-of-ithaca (MY MOM! Aka my canonmate!) @im-just-another-pony (Online bestie >:)) @crooked--compass (IRL bestie, don’t be alarmed if we insult each other lol)

I cannot promise my content will be fully SFW. Although if it is suggestive or NSFW, I will tag it appropriately so you can block it if you wish :) my content will NEVER be explicit btw I promise I’m uncomfortable with that so at most it’ll just be me being really fuckin sappy

My main account is @moss-ridden-owl-creature although be warned, a significant portion of my content on that account may be horror related as I talk about my Cassidy fictotype on there a bit.

tags?

#Little Wolf yaps - chit chat lol. My normal posts

#Tem talks - reblogs

#Little Wolf barks - answering asks

#Tem’s chats - open ended posts usually looking for people to answer (this’ll be used for things like questions or follower input)

#Little wolf growls - vents or rants, usually my tone in these posts will come off as being pretty negative, so if you’re not in a good headspace to deal with that, don’t be afraid to block the tag :)

#Sappy puppy thoughts - Horny or otherwise suggestive posts lol- there shouldn’t be too many of these but it’s here just in case

idk- ask questions and I might have answers hehe :)

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

After over a decade, I'm officially finished with this hobby. What had started out as a creative hobby to explore characters and tell exciting stories has turned into a bland, selfish, cold place. Hardly anybody cares about your muse, they care about theirs and their ships. You can reblog headcanon memes and barely get any, but as soon as you reblog a "I'll rate/draw your muse/blog!" meme? Your inbox is FLOODED. It's not just selfish, it's shamelessly selfish. Not to mention all your own headcanon posts that only get one or two notes. If they can't be bothered to care about YOUR MUSE, how the hell are they gonna care about writing any well thought stories with them? Good luck having people show genuine interest with unprompted asks. And before anyone tries pulling the "erm, bet YOU didn't send anything!!!!! you're just getting what you dish out babey!" Nope. Every time I see a headcanon meme prompt, I send it. If a question pops in my head regarding their portrayal, I send it. I reblog my partners's promos, I like (and even reply to) their posts. Whenever people are excited about a new muse, I follow the blog. When I'm excited about a new muse? Well that blog has been up for four months and I haven't even reached 15 followers, most of those followers are personals btw. It's rare when I receive the same attention from the same people. If you do one wrong thing, it's over. Had a falling out with someone? They'll find a way to smear your name in a whole blog dedicated to calling you out. Rp'd a topic they personally don't like? You're on a DNI list for being disgusting and somehow glorifying something. Write with somebody who was called out? You're just as bad as they are. Had one tiny disagreement in a DM? Blocked. Your MUSE is rude to theirs? Somehow you hurt the mun's feelings and the thread is dropped. Which not only is it extremely hard to interact with other people, but it's even harder to write anything actually interesting. I've had one muse for half a decade and out of all that time, they've only gotten one meaningful ship. Out of all that time, they've only explored their complex backstory once. Every thread HAS to be sweet fluff where characters just get along all the time and no conflict or heavy topics ever. I've actually seen people on my dash COMPLAIN when people want to write heavy topics (aka conflict) I've had people personally im me because my muse was mean and they didn't like that (despite knowing what kind of character my muse was) I've had people unfollow me because my muse would cause problems because they're unwell. People will write "problematic" muses and then remove all their depth just so they can be pure all the time and avoid all conflict. What good is a story if there is not even a MINOR conflict involved? Or if you do anything that might be seen as controversial, as little as playing a mean villain, you risk getting called out somehow. If you do manage to write something fun, it'd be an achievement if the thread gets past 5 notes before getting dropped. It's no wonder why this community is "dying." Everybody is blatantly selfish, nobody values each other, and it feels like you have to walk on eggshells lest you face consequences. When threads are this boring, and the community is this shallow, of course everybody is moving to Discord. I'm sure that's why they're going to Discord, because they feel they can write with their partners without being told they can't. At first I thought maybe I was the one asking for too much. But as I joined new hobbies and new communities and people are expressing how much they love what I provide? It made me feel seen, which the Tumblr rpc hasn't made me feel in a long time. It opened my eyes to how unloving the Tumblr rpc has been. Maybe one day I'll return to this community, as it was once my favorite hobby. But until everyone learns to behave and love each other, until we become writers again, until ppl like me come together and have our own community, then I'll be gone.

[sugarskxll]

HII EVERYONE THIS IS MY PRESSURE OC I’LL GIVE LORE ON HIM MAYBE LATER? BTW CHANGING MY WATERMARK TO SUGARSKXLL BECAUSE IM BORED💥💥 HIS NAME IS FYNNE BLAKNEY AND HES GOT SO MUCH DIFFERENT DNA IN HIM HE COULD BE CLASSIFIED AS A KNOCKOFF HYBRID PRINCESS! MIGHT OPEN UP QUESTIONS IF I LEARN HOW TO BUT TIL I LEARN HOW YALL CAN ASK QUESTIONS BOUT HIM IN LIKE DMS OR REPLIES ^^

Sry for all caps I’m just SO EXCITED I LOVE HIS DESIGN SO MUCH!!!