#please be serious with me. what about this tumblr makes you think i'd be comfortable with an age gap of 16 and 21 lmao.

[bottlehawk]

i just saw your responses to anon. so wait are you like saying you're into problematic stuff or not. sorry i can't read tone very well...

okay so if you look through my blog you can see that i am like the biggest teenage girl-man blogger faggot in the world. the general cadence and word-choices of every single sentence on this account painfully recalls the image of a butch tumblrina teeheeing kicking its feet back and forth going slay-queen while sipping a nonbinary soy milk frappuccino in an eco-friendly tumbler with a "BELIEVE WOMEN" etsy sticker on the base. i literally say shit like "autism girl-queen winz" unironically and trigger-tag scopophobia and blood and weed and make trans swag headcanons for almost every homestuck character that would probably make 2017 r/homestuck explode. what i'm saying is that when you see like my fifth post in a row about rose lalonde steven universe style autism moment i want to ask what particularly compels you to think that the persona occupying this blog is into like. incest or something lol

[shootingmorningstar]

[slides on in] well hello there fellow lucifer fanatic

could i request some hcs with luci and an indecisive reader? gn and established relationship!! ex: he asks what they want for dinner and they panic trying to pick something because they feel like they need to decide right then and there or they’ll annoy him.

please and thank you! 🫶

anon, you're just like me fr. i also can never make up my mind and love lucifer. i'd be happy to write this for you .ᐟ

thank you for my first request, by the way ~ .ᐟ now to get to the good part.

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X GN! INDECISIVE READER

Look at this man. This is the man who has piles upon piles of rubber ducks in his workshop. You cannot tell me Lucifer isn't also indecisive, at least when it comes to less serious things.

Seriously. You expect me to believe he hasn't looked at his own work and went 'nope, looks bad. starting over.' .ᐣ

With that being said, I think he would find it an incredibly endearing trait in you. The concentrated face you make when you're stuck between two options .ᐣ Absolutely adorable.

That is, until the unsure and conflicted look on your face morphs into one telling of your anxiety and worry.

Now, I hope you'll excuse the bird pun, but he is absolutely a mother hen type.

The second he sees even a hint of panic on your face .ᐣ He's immediately shifting all of his focus on you -- if it hadn't been already.

He's rushing over to you without you having to so much as ask -- his beloved partner, distressed .ᐣ No matter the reason, that won't do. He won't rest until he sees you smiling again.

Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, likely even his wings, too. He's suffered so many panic attacks before, he knows just how miserable they are.

He wishes you had come into his life earlier so you could of comforted him through the worst of his.

Even if your panic hasn't dissolved into a full blown attack, he is there. His touch is grounding, it helps you calm down and come back to reality.

When your heart's stopped racing and you look as if you're able to talk about it, he'll ask you just what has you so distressed.

Don't even bother trying to lie to him. He can tell when someone's hiding their feelings.

He won't force you to tell him, though. He just wants to know what went wrong so he can help prevent it from happening again.

If you decide to share your worries with him, he wouldn't belittle you in the slightest. Is it time you need .ᐣ You two have all the time in the world.

Would you rather he choose .ᐣ Because he wouldn't mind.

Or if it's something more serious, he offers to sit down with you and discuss the pros and cons of each -- maybe you two can come up with a decision together .ᐣ

His face sort of falls if you decide to tell him part of the reasoning behind your anxiety is a fear that you'll end up annoying him. Did he do something to make you think he'd judge you .ᐣ

Or maybe he got short with you .ᐣ He's so apologetic. He wants you to feel like you can share anything and everything with him.

He won't let himself start feeling overwhelmed with guilt, though. This moment is about you and the reassurance you need, not his guilt issues.

Explain to him that you know he'd never do such a thing and that it's just an irrational thought coming from worry and he's taking your face into his hands, telling you that he would never, ever think less of you, much less get upset over something as silly as struggling to make a choice.

Like he said earlier, let him help you choose. You two are stronger together and this is no exception.

He's always soft to you, but count on him being even more so than usual for the rest of the night. You two can watch your favorite show or movie -- or whatever you'd like to do to destress. ♡

first request finished ~ .ᐟ how'd I do .ᐣ i'd love to hear your thoughts. feedback fuels my writing muse more than anything else .ᐟ

i'm really hoping this formats correctly, i'm used to using the tumblr app && currently stuck on laptop </3

[someverygaymoth]

*°•MASTER POST•°*

Welcome to The Moth Den; Asks are open!

This blog is the home of KD!AU, DFT!AU, The Retriver Institute, The Horrors in the Wilde, CFK!AU, Skyfall AU, Bugged!Cross(Bug), and plenty of other AUs.

(check out my AU details list here)

✨We're Proship✨ Well, what does that mean? No one deserves harassment over writing/drawing taboo topics in a completely fictional fandom with completely fictional characters!

✨ We're comship✨ Well what does that mean? We ship some ⚠️CW⚠️ worthy ships! All are fictional and tagged appropriately. Instructions on how to use the keyword blocker are in this YouTube link! (More about what I draw/discuss below the cut so you can block disliked tags)

Two quick rules!

We're a SFW blog here, I will say we've got some suggestive themes, so I'd say please keep our asks appropriate for a 15+ audience, alright?

I'm being so serious when I tell you do NOT come on my page with anti rhetoric, I use the block button as the Tumblr devs intended,

Links↓↓ and about me↓↓

And a quick note, I do not currently take drawing or writing requests, but I do take suggestions. If you would like to suggest something to draw, I do not guarantee that even if I respond I will do said suggestion or finish it if I do start it. But please feel free to ask questions about my AUs and the characters within them!

Here's the link to our SFW Discord, make sure to be kind and pay attention to the rules!

You can find me on AO3 at Some_Very_GayMoth, although not everything on there is SFW, so navigate with care!

And on Twitter, where I never post, @TgayMoth

As I mentioned before It's important to note that I do write ✨Comship/dead dove✨ content, and as a psych enthusiast, I believe exploring darkness through fiction can be a positive and safe experience! So, hopefully there's no confusion there. There's a list of what I am comfortable writing about vs not below. (That is why I focus heavily on tagging all of my works adequately, and all of my posts! So that you can block keywords you don't want popping up on your timeline, and you —hopefully— never have to run into anything you don't want to see on my page!)

Please make sure to take care of yourself and pay attention to tags on any of my writing, or any writing in general. If you see something you do not want to see, don't click on it. Tumblr does indeed have a keyword filter, and I will always do my best to use keywords in my posts, so if you do not know how to set up your keyword filter with the things you don't want to see on your timeline, I would highly recommend you check out this link on YouTube that will show you exactly how to do that!

I write angst, violence, hurt/comfort, gore, all that good stuff.

Now that I've mentioned keyword filters— here's what I write/talk about frequently so you can block the tags you don't want to hear about! As well as what tags I have blocked because I don't enjoy them personally, because everybody has boundaries and it's okay to have yours. (Just remember you're responsible for enforcing your boundaries by blocking people and tags you don't agree with/enjoy)

I've written twincest(shout-out to Dreammare)

I'm not comfortable writing any parent/child stuff but no shade if you do, I usually don't like any OG fontcest stuff either it's just hard for me to digest but again no shade.

I won't talk about the kinks I write and don't write on here but there are many yes, no, and maybe situations to be found there, I assure you. And again, write or read, no shade.

I've written stuff about anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, disability, all sorts of trauma, lots of that.

I've written Major character death, violence, and some mild gore too! A lot of that is for The Horrors in the Wilde, so keep that in mind, lmao.

Honestly I think that's all I have, which is kinda L, maybe I need to step up my dark fiction game if this is all I've got. (It can get so much worse and istg I will write worse stuff to spite anyone who's tossing around hate like it's confetti. And I'll tag it properly so they don't have to see it if it makes them uncomfortable. I'm just cool like that.)

Oh btw if you're not tagging your stuff properly or make a fuss about tagging things when someone tells you that you didn't tag something properly, you and me aren't cool. Nothing about that is okay. I will never fuss about someone asking me to add a tag, if I EVER miss something please tell me, I will happily add tags for you and keep them in mind for next time.

About me↓↓

I have been writing for about five years now for the fandom, and I've been here since about the very beginning. Like when we were still figuring out that undertale had a genocide route, lmao. I actually got into UMTV through CPAU and never managed to make it out, lmao. I started posting my writing back in early 2020. It's been so wonderful to see this fandom grow and change, blossoming with many fun aus and beautiful ideas, and I hope I can contribute to many more beautiful ideas on my little corner of the internet.

I have some physical health problems that may make it difficult for me to post more regularly, but I will do my best!

Disclaimer; we are a OSDD system, I've known since about 2022, but it's not something we particularly enjoy discussing online unless it's relevant to a topic at hand. But, to my fellow systems, you're always welcome here. If you have questions, we're comfortable answering them, so feel free to ask.

[jennomess]

Hi! It's been a while since i want to make an intro post but i was too shy and new to tumblr to know how to start, but well, here i go!

Welcome to my king blog, you can call me Jen, the plethora is they/them, non binary, ace spectrum, biromantic. My mother language is spanish, i learned english in school and fanfics kept me going, so if at any given moment someone wants to add constructive criticism i'd be very very grateful ty.

In my country you are legal when you're 18 years old, so, MINORS DNI, please.

About my content:

-Crazy abt my bf atm so maybe that's what i'll be posting more. I don't know exactly why but i tagged posts about him with #jenbf 🤡

-My wavs are tagged as #jenwav . I wanted to try and retrieve to the community that offered me so much. I don't have as many oportunities to record as i'd like being that i feel more comfortable doing it when i'm home alone, but if you happen to have a request i can try when given the oportunity uwu

-Sometimes i write scenarios -or feel like some experiences can apply very oof-, they're under #jensnzario

-I also have one shot's that i want to share with you, someday, they would be under the #jensnzfic tag and detailed in a section in this pinned post (also if you happen to be interested in helping me as a beta pls dm me <3)

-If i ever, ever do some drawings, (there's one hyper vanilla maybe) they'll be under #jenart

And all my ramblings under #jenpost or opinion tags under #jenrb :v

Fandoms -and preferences-:

-S/piderdevil -A/drew's s/piderman and M/att M/urdock from D/aredevil-

-H/ijack (The d/reamworks boys) -J/ack F/rost and H/iccup-

-JC A/vatar -young± J/ake, the S/ullys, a/onoak (soorry, but that enemies to lovers gets me hehe)-

-K/uroshitsuji -S/ebastian, R/onald K/nox-

-N/o. 6 -N/ezumi and S/hion-

-D/&D movie -D/oric-

-S/hadowhunters -A/lec and M/agnus-

-A/vatar: tla -Z/uko, also in z/ukka's form-

-I/nuyasha -Inuyasha, Sango, Sesshomaru-

-M/iraculous lb -L/uka, Adrien, if L/ukadrien- better-

-T/he L/ion K/ing 2 -K/ovu and K/iara-

I think that's it, as far as i can remember right now that's all the fandoms i'd love to read or fantasize, if i remember another one i'll be adding it bc we never know where do we have friends or allies hahah (and also, serious question, how does one find fandom around here?)

A bit about me:

-I'm a musician, percussionist

-Don't have allergies -as far as i know- apart from the usual dust

-Idk how i got to be a little germaphobe and still have this kink since... 12? 14? Haha weird how this things coexist... So irl mess is a big no for me, in media, maybe a little... I think this kink for me is more of an auditory thing...

-The no's are also for uncovered and dad sneezes

-Thougths about contagion... Just with consent of course, irl... I think that sounds romantic, but just if i have money and time to be sick ha ha x,v

-I mostly use my phone to tumblr and there are a lot of blogs i'd like to follow and posts i'd like to kudo but this is a side blog and i'm "paranoid" so i mostly rb x)

And well i think that's all(?) thank you if you read this far, dm's and asks are always fine about whatever

Good timezone!

[usamamoweek]

Meet the Creators - C. A. Elenath

What username(s) and platform(s) can folx find you on? (Please include links!)

@caelenath on Tumblr and AO3, and "C.A. Elenath" on FFN

(Fun Fact) What is your favorite kind of potato?

Mashed.

How long have you been creating works in fandom spaces? How long have you been active in the SM fandom?

According to FFN, my earliest posted work was in 2003. I can't fathom how long ago that was, but there's the evidence.

I didn't join the SM fandom until fairly recently, in the summer of 2021 when Sailor Moon Eternal began streaming on Netflix. After I finished watching, I reactivated my long-dormant Tumblr, got adopted by some fellow fans, and here I am today.

What type(s) of creative works do you usually make? (fanfics, digital art, cosplay)

Fanfiction is my main jam, though I also like to make the occasional meme or bad Photoshop job that maybe only I find funny. I've also been known to cosplay, though not (yet) in SM.

What do you enjoy about creating for the SM fandom?

Creating fanwork is a way to spend more time "with" my favorite character, and to fill in the gaps about them that the canon leaves. And I get to share those works with other fans who are supportive and enthusiastic. It means a lot that there are other people out there who understand the pain and the pleasure of being obsessed with a fictional person.

Are you strictly UsaMamo or do you create for other pairings as well?

Just UsaMamo for now.

What inspires you to create works for Usagi and Mamoru?

If I'm honest? Mamoru is hot, and such a sweet soul.

Their devotion to each other, even to the point of ruin, is appealing to me, and I find a lot of comfort in writing about that. Plus, their origin story is the stuff of epic legend—ancient royalty and destined lovers whose true love has endured across lifetimes, and who have been reborn as superheroes with immense magical powers. Creating works is a means to live and play in that mythology, as well as an outlet for the feelings these characters evoke.

Do you tend to work on multiple projects (WIPs) simultaneously or try to finish one at a time?

I usually have multiple WIPs going on, but I try to have only one long project at any given time, to increase the chances of actually finishing it (=

Do you prefer large projects (chaptered fics, webtoons/zines, highly detailed art) or small projects (one-shots or simple art)?

I like both, but so far I've written mostly one-shots because I need the regular posting and sharing to stay motivated. I often interconnect the smaller pieces though by having them take place in the same universe, share the same headcanon, or feature the same OCs.

Are there any common themes, situations, tropes, or mediums in your work?

I write a lot of "slice of life" stories because I enjoy thinking about the little nothings and idiosyncrasies of everyday life for these characters. Other than that, my work tends to be a bit eclectic, ranging from ice cream dates to religious analogies to facetious cultural commentary.

Is there anything you haven’t explored artistically and would like to try?

I'd like to write a proper serious multi-chaptered longfic, but I'm very bad at plotting. Most of my ideas occur spontaneously. Trying to craft something more deliberately, as opposed to "waiting for the muse," is often a fruitless exercise. Sometimes though, with enough time, I will have enough ideas on the same story to try to form something coherent.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hii Jalebi! How are you doing? Diwali anon here!(idk you remember my last ask to recognise my but oh well!) So I'm on IPKKND re-watch sapere again cuz I'm trying to cope ever increasing anxiety of going to start college and moving to a new city and also living in a hostel for the first time ever

So this might be a long ask lol, but i feel so deprived of Arnav and Khushi actually being parents to Aarav yk? I feel like Khushi and Arnav reacting on completely opposite ends of spectrum during Diwali was a set up for a new track, which was scratched out? Also your take on how asr and Khushi would eventually have convo with Aarav about being orphans, and i personally think that if aarav had even a bit doubt about them accepting him or vice versa would be cleared from his mind. Also this could be headcanon or whatever down the line aarav would have taken some characteristics from Khushi (like he likes sweets like she does) maybe daily horoscope or finding a new best friend in Devi maiyya!? Also i imagine Aarav having to tell Arnav why Khushi is teary eyed because during her infamous morning vegetable shopping (where mother and son first met, this is their bonding time without any verbal confirmation about it) fellow shopper aunty comments on how aarav's nose is just like hers. Another one where aarav might be feeling down cuz he's done a bit bad on a test and he NEEDS to be best like his father but sabka Devi swooping in and telling him that being mediocre is okay, he doesn't need to be best for them to love him as much they do now and much much more.

Am i projecting my mommy and daddy issues in there? Maybe but who cares lol

This turned out longer than i expected, it's not a rant it's an essay, I'm so sorry. Fingers crossed i hope Tumblr doesn't eat my ask😭.

Please add your own headcanons and ideas I'd love to know (more like I'm desperate to know lol)

Thank you so much for bearing with me! I love your blog and podcasts!<333

Diwali Anon!!!

Do you know I too watch IPK to cope with anxiety - especially when I move into a new housing location? So giving you the biggest hugs cause watching our favorite show truly gives us the comfort we need during the hardest times *hugs*

How am I doing? Dying due to periods *cry*

Aarav and his role in the show was very undecided. They developed the relationship well between him and Arnav, but completely underdeveloped the relationship between him and Khushi. Of course it should've been complicated considering the little child was indirectly conditioned to think that it's this woman in his "dad's" life that results to him not having his dad...

The whole parenting thing also could've been an excellent track considering both Arnav and Khushi are orphans so they could connect with the child.

But it was very clear at that point that the writers really did not know where to take the story. And they were in this spot of not knowing how to write ArShi if they're not in conflict with each other. And they swore by the guideline of making Khushi childish. So what could've been a serious difference of opinion on how to parent and raise Aarav - led to the harebrained Mrs India.

Also they never setup Khushi as a maternal figure to Aarav. She overnight forgets to wear heels, forgets to wear makeup, forgets styling, forgets she has a child. They do remember to at least show Arnav helping Aarav with homework.

I don't think they could strike a balance between a childish Khushi and mother Khushi. Which, again shows where their 'priorities' were.

And yes, children do subconsciously absorb a lot of behavior from the adults around him. I absolutely agree he'd outwardly be a lot like Arnav cause it's tough to unlearn that he needs to not be like his father to get his approval. It will take some time and acknowledgement of the family to help Aarav find his own personality and identity that isn't influenced by Arnav's behavior.

I do think from Khushi he might learn distracting his stress by doing something that controls his impulses. For Khushi it's jalebi, for Aarav it could be something else.

I do think Khushi-Arnav would communicate with Aarav early on about being orphans considering their struggle to adjust as parents and Aarav's struggle to accept a new family. You must read @ridzmystique 's beautiful OS called Under the Starlight

I'd like to quote a head canon about Aarav from one of my previous posts;

#6 “Mom”

Never, in a million years, with all her twenty imaginary babies would Khushi have ever imagined to be called ‘mom’. In her fantasies of Laad Governor & Sanka Devi’s Shaadi Shuda Zindagi she thought she had imagined it all;

A hot, passionate but crazy marriage. Their brood of children would be half western, thanks to English Singh Raizada, and half traditional. Her son would probably take after his father in looks (which she would be grateful for) and in temperament (which she would curse Arnav for). Their daughter would be just like Khushi (which Arnav would be grateful for) and naively believe in all love and romance (which Arnav would curse Khushi for).  And then Arnav and Khushi would have another set of a son and daughter to have the roles switched.  Arnav would be positively traumatized upon being called “Babuji” and would drop all his business to make sure his brood calls him “Dad/Papa” and Khushi would leave all her jalebis and shop to make sure her little army of Raizada’s called her “Amma” instead of “Mom!”

That is until the day Aarav calls her mom. Suddenly, that is the sweetest word Khushi has ever heard and she does not want Aarav to call her anything else. Because it’s what Aarav calls her. 

Aarav, although shown to be identical to Arnav and immediately close to him because he believed all along that Arnav was his father - hence tried to impress him as much as he could - grows to become mamma’s boy. It’s Khushi’s childishness, sense of humor, joy for life, maturity and zest that brings out the boy’s childhood. 

I am sure one day Khushi sits and talks about being an orphan - and Aarav would be surprised at Khushi’s happiness despite her tragedy. I feel Khushi would actually play a key role in nurturing Aarav and making him a wholesome boy who can laugh, dance and enjoy life like his mother. 

In a nutshell, Aarav grows to become the perfect combination of his parents; slightly religious, loves sweets, plays pranks, is extremely sharp at mathematics, sarcastic, introvert, dry sense of humor, values relationships, values money and is temperamental enough to get people to obey him. 

Oh, and did you think Arnav was a terror if anyone insulted Khushi in front of him? That Arnav would slap and rip away the person from planet and protect his wife from all costs. 

Don’t even think of insulting Khushi with Aarav Singh Raizada around. 

Even Arnav can’t raise his voice on Khushi in front of Aarav. 

Aarav is obviously, protective about his father too - except he’s not too vocal about his. Arnav becomes a mentor, guide and a loving father for Aarav, while Khushi becomes Aarav’s best friend. 

--

The End,

Best,

Jalebi

[mtnkat3]

Th.9.29.2022 8.52pm est.

I really needed to think after reading..

& write in my diary to deal with my spinning thoughts.

Especially as my afternoon involved going to ups & usps to complete the last of my financial forms.

Got QDRO signed!

And wh not having a clue that I was gone. If I gave a damn what he thought I'd really be upset. Now..🙄🤨🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️just.. wth ever.

But then.. dealing with my mom's behavior.. has been mean by phone & text during last 3 weeks. Sigh. & getting like 20+ mosquitoe bites. Dang vampire varmints! 😋🙄

Then... wh well... had to feed the warthog.

So I'm finally sitting now & can try & organize my thoughts, & to be calm.

All I will say is..

I cannot control what other people think, say, feel, or do.

I learned my lesson this year.

Also.

Be kind to one another. Please.

This world needs to heal.

[More near the end.]

Also that control is not only a human condition, but that we are in control of nothing.

Not the breath we breathe. Not the number of beats our hearts will have in our lifetimes.

But as there's nearly 9 Billion people on this planet I do not expect every person to like me, understand me, or want anything to do with me.

And as there's ~300~400 million blogs on tumblr, sometimes I wonder what is the percentage that's actually real people.

But I also cannot expect all those people to like me.

Heck, I lost over 300 followers last year I guess. I don't know if because me going quiet, or because I changed to less reblogging & more talking about my actual real life, thoughts & feelings.

But that's their right.

And if there's people out there being ..cruel to me.. without ever having interacted with me...

Is that really the way we show mature, adult behavior?

I don't believe so.

I know most people on tumblr come for fun & games & to not be serious.

That's not me though.

I am real.

Read. My. Bio.

I am going thru the hardest time of my life presently & I feel that it's part of my witness for God, that I expose my vulnerable self so that someone might find some help from my very personal struggles, stumbles & d'oh! embarrassing moments.

Otherwise..

Everything I've gone thru..

No. I will not go down that rabbit hole.

This is all COMPLETELY outside my comfort zone.

I am the quiet, reserved, but smiling & helpful woman that doesn't like to talk..

I've opened up to very few people in my life. And I've been burned.. oh how.. even.. Oh I've been burned since the minute the nurse caught me as I was borne from hitting the floor. Because a family party prep was more important than my birth.. Yes, these are things for my counselor.

But sometimes it's a catharsis, to take the power out of hurtful moments of life, to talk about things.

And if I help others know that even an Alpha submissive woman can struggle...

oh boy how I wanna laugh at that one!

It's actually that as an Alpha sub I struggle with my nature.. A LOT!

[& thank God for having made 2 real friends back in 2011-12 on fetlife.] I finally understand my nature now & am not ashamed that the struggles of being an Alpha/sub are real.

But for a Alpha sub.. to want control of life, but know ... control.. it's an elusive thing.

& then to learn how to submit..

especially when I have run a household under a narcissist heel for 20+ years.

But don't mistake me. I don't back down from a fight. I am stubborn, mule headed as a billy goat.

But God Almighty is rebuilding me.

Annealing my spine, & strengthening my knees to bend to Him. But not pushing down my chin.

So I will maybe explain a bit as to why I'd rather talk than reblog what everyone else does...

I. Am. Original.

Yes. I like all the pretty pictures, the romance, the thinks that make me think, laugh, guffaw, or Roflmao.

But it's more important for me at present to deal with well.. being a good human being.

I think the old saying is, "if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all..?"

There's that.

But I also want to build people up.

Yes, I'm dealing with a lot of stuff now but I still care.

I can't stop caring just because I'm fighting my way out of the pit.

If anything I'm wanting to help people use me to climb out themselves!

I cannot stand to be mean.

Don't mistake me, I'm not a pushover.

But if I thought it were safe for me to stop & help someone on the side of the road, I would. But living near the Atlanta metro 'burbs... not really safe.

But then.. most people. Well. I'm not usually messed with. Don't know if that's my aura or whatever but I don't let peoples scowls & pinched looks get to me.

Maybe they just need to go to the bathroom! 🤭

maybe me being tall as the average male height bothers them,.. is outside of their understanding.

Maybe when I wear heels..

& got a wolf whistle across an intersection as I got out of a car..

maybe its negative things like jealousy & envy.

But people. Don't be like that. !!!

You think finding long enough jeans but yet will accommodate my chubbiness is fun? I HATE HIGHWATERS. Or sleeves that actually reach my wrists & don't ride up. I think the advent of jeggings, stretchy denim & skinny jeans is my saving grace! Lmao! I do get tired though of needing to be creative or defaulting to knit. Just.. sucks.

Just.. goes back to my goals. Lose the wh. Lose/detox the weight. Then my body will heal. Might even feel shocking! Grin. I mean getting my hair & nails to grow.. makes me a giddy, excited bouncy kat!

Come on people..

I don't want to be anybody but me.

So why doesn't everyone want to be their best selves too???

This isn't George Orwell 1984 here. At least I pray to God that we aren't on our way there!

Come on! Be your own individual self! Be whom you are meant to be.

And I will be me!

There's nobody in the world like me, just as everyone else is unique too! Be happy about that!

And let me be. Ok?

I don't expect anyone to understand my life's path.

I can't understand every rock I've stumbled on so why would I expect anyone else to?

Nor can I expect anyone to understand my soul's journey for my Mate... /s or whatever the heck God's Plan is!

I am struggling to understand why..

Argh! Damn whys!!!

But I know this..

God has made sure that my gut instinct is that he... sigh... is real.

That he... chewing lip. knows me.

And most importantly.. that he .. loves me.

As the woman I am now.

Even when I have stumbled badly, have things about my body, & my life, to improve.

I know this. As I know that he.. is aware of my thoughts & feelings & struggles. I know he.. is out there.. watching.. & sending me his love. God makes sure I know. Even when the adversary has shattered my self esteem & confidence to smithereens. Even when even writing this has me tearing up. I know that he.. whimpering sob. Understands.. these are my love letters.. That I'm being encouraged by the beauty of life, so that I focus on that & getting myself out. So that God let's him.. know... I am free. I feel him.. sigh.. protecting me. This is my sensitive, intuitive, empathetic.. nature.

I cannot explain to anyone anymore than that. I just don't know how to.

And really, I don't want to.

What I want.. to be in my soul's Mate.../s sigh. Ugh. God. Help me. Please?????

To be in his.. arms. Period. Forever. To get into the forest with him.. & build our life. Only venturing into humanity when we want to.

What I really want.. is to stand beside him.. lip chew.. & make sure he.. doesn't feel alone. That he has his partner thru all of life's storms. That he feels like I'm the other half of his puzzle.. & we fit perfectly together..side by side.

I really don't care what anyone but God, my soul's Mate.../s.. chewing lips.. my friends that have shown me care, kindness, love & support.. my heart's family.. then distantly what my family, & his.. more so.. thinks.

The world, & people who are ok with being mean & acting like their actions because the anonymity of social media.. have no consequences ..

Well.. that's just bad.

Maybe sucking a rotten egg will make such people's disposition more kind to someone they don't really know.

I am of the mindset, our behavior has consequences.

I strive daily to act, think, speak, write thoughtfully, kindly, & with care of those I care about.

To be .. a better woman & human being.

Be kind.

Because a kind word to someone can stop them from derailing & spiraling mentally & emotionally.

Being kind costs you nothing.

But can mean a smile to another person.

Be kind.

Because it's the most beautiful Gift you can give another human being.

Being kind opens up the world.

It's like honey to Pooh Bear!

.....

I honestly don't know why my thoughts have to spill out like this..

But they seem to be God's Plan.

So I will continue.

Obeying God's Will is more important than any human comprehension or criticism.

Wherever.. whomever..

I love You.

I always have.

I always will.

I will never stop.

Never give up.

I never can.

I believe wholeheartedly.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

I love You.

I will be working as I wait..

Mountaintop, or on a dock..

Matters not.

I will wait for You.

Forever.

God help me. Please???

Your trembling, humbled, listening with my soul quiet.. daughter,

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺

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Th.9.29.2022 11.44pm est. Diary.

Gifs. Writing & kindness

Fr.9.30.2022 12.29am

[familyvideostevie]

emma, i adore everything you write, seriously. you've quickly become one of my fav writers here on tumblr, and whenever i'm in need of some comfort i come to your blog and reread one of your fics. ♡

if you're still taking requests, how about either steve or eddie tying a ribbon (or anything, really) on reader's ring finger as a makeshift wedding ring while they're talking about marriage? like, all domestic and fluff.

it could be a baby blurb or a drabble...anything, really. and no worries if you can't/don't wanna write this! ily anyways <3

also, congrats on 500 followers ♡♡♡

amy hi!!! i am such a fan of your blog, this means the world to me!!!!! i really really loved writing this for you, so i hope you like it!! come say hi anytime please <3 this was just screaming eddie and his rings to me in a post-graduation moment<3 | 1.1k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

"I can't believe it's over," Eddie says. You're tucked into his side where you both flopped down onto his bed. His fresh high school diploma is propped up on his desk and his green gown lays crumpled on the floor. The entire group had shown up for the ceremony and you have a stack of polaroids in your pocket of everyone and the new grad. It's been a wonderful day.

"I thought Higgins was going to cry when he shook your hand," you say. "He looked so relieved when you walked off stage." Eddie's palm traces up and down your arm lazily, his other hand playing with your fingers on his chest.

"Me and him both." He hums, a sound you feel in your bones since you're so close. "Thought Wayne was gonna crack a rib when he hugged me." He sounds unbearably fond and a little in awe. Eddie has never stopped being surprised at how much people love him. It's been kind of an overwhelming day as a result, which is why you're taking a breather here before you head out to his graduation party.

"He's proud of you, Eddie," you scold him. "We all are. I am."

"Gotta figure out what's next, I guess." He's quiet for a few moments and you sling a leg over his, turning so you can see his face better.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"No idea, sweetheart." He looks down at you, taking his time roaming over your face. "Never got that far in the planning." The only thing he's been sure about is you.

"We could stay here. Get jobs and stick around and make sure the kiddos graduate high school."

"Think Harrington could get me a job at Family Video?" he snickers. You roll your eyes.

"Or we could move out of Hawkins, try somewhere new?"

"We'd have to come back sometimes," he reminds you. "Otherwise we'd never hear the end of it." You adopt a serious expression and nod.

"Of course." His eyes are sparkling and he looks so happy. You want to look at him forever. "Maybe Corroded Coffin will go on tour and you'll be a super mega rockstar."

"Nah," he says. He brushes some hair off of your face, the pads of his fingers gentle on your forehead. "I'd miss you too much."

"I keep saying 'we' for a reason, Eddie." You feel shy all of a sudden for having to spell it out for him and your face heats. "Where you go, I go." The way his eyes soften and his mouth forms an 'o' would be funny in another circumstance, but all you feel is tenderness.

"I see," he whispers. "So you wanna stick around then, huh? Hitch a ride on the Munson express?" You burst into laughter and smack his chest lightly before sitting up.

"We were having a moment!" you sputter out, giggles overwhelming you. He follows you up, turning on the bed so his knee presses into your thigh.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Bring the moment back." His hair is a bit of a mess so you run your fingers through it though you know you'll never succeed in taming it. "I just had a thought," he says, softer, eyes on your movements.

"Oh dear," you mumble. He smirks but continues.

"Think about the future for a second, yeah? Me and you doing whatever we want wherever we end up."

"Sounding good so far, Eddie." He reaches up and pulls your hands down into his lap, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs. His expression is earnest and fond and maybe a little nervous.

"And we decide that we want to make things a little more official. Since you're it for me."

"And you're it for me," you say back, your usual refrain. The realization at where he's going with this makes your fingers tingle and your eyes start to burn. You feel like your heart is going to burst open. Eddie seems to realize that you're catching on so he hurries his words.

"So we have a little party and invite all of our friends and somewhere in between the drinking and the music we get --"

"Married," you breathe out. "You wanna marry me, Munson? Is this a proposal?" You wouldn't mind if it was, but you know this is something that's far down the line.

"No," he says. "Wait, yes. Yes I want to marry you. No this isn't a proposal. Not a real one, anyway."

"Okay," you reply. "Just checking." You know that Eddie loves you but this feels like something else. It feels bigger. It feels forever.

"So, what do you think about that?" he asks. You realize you never gave him an answer, however hypothetical it may be. You surge forward to kiss him and land a little left of his mouth in your excitement. He laughs and you try again, this time taking his bottom lip between yours so that he might get a clue as to how you're feeling.

"I think that sounds great," you say when you pull away. He untangles your hands and pulls off one of his rings. "Eddie, oh god, I'll lose that, you don't have to --"

"Doesn't matter if you do, sweetheart," he says. "I just wanna see what it feels like for a second." You're a little confused but surrender to him as he lifts your right hand and then furrows his brows.

"Oh, shit. Wait, is it left or right hand?"

"Baby," you say, unable to contain the smile on your face. "I have no idea." He holds his hands up in front of him and flicks his eyes between them before coming to a decision.

"Left, I think. Let's go with that." He gently picks up yours and slides the metal onto your ring finger. You both gasp as he does it. He just holds you there, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Looks good," Eddie says, voice a little raw. "Looks real good." He brings your hand up to his mouth so he can kiss the new addition. If this gets any more tender you might explode, so you surge forward again to kiss him.

"I love you," you say into his mouth. "I love you so much." He moves to kiss down your jaw, your throat.

"I love you," he replies between pecks. "Gonna marry you someday." You groan at his words as he sucks a spot on your collarbone.

"We're gonna be late to your own party, right?" He pulls away to grin wolfishly.

"That's the plan." You can't believe you get to have him forever. You can't wait.

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All Grown Up ~ JJK | 6

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | → rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | next ✨ i'm sorry

✨ chapter six ~ slow dances can't lead to anything good | wc: 1.9k ✨ warnings: kissing, jungkook's a flirt and he knows it

"I can be your date if you want," he said confidently as you choked on your water.

You clasped your chest. "What? No, it's fine." Jungkook as your date to a wedding? He's got to be kidding. Everyone would have a field day, especially your mother.

He flashed a half-smile. "I'm serious. That way you're not stuck with some random guy. At least you know we'd have fun together, right?"

He did make a valid point. It would be a fun night with Jungkook around. "But Jin isn't some random guy and nah…I can't. You're like my little brother." You reached out to try and boop his nose but he grabbed your hand.

"I'm not that little boy anymore and I'd appreciate it if you stopped thinking of me in that way." His response and gesture took you aback. He could clearly take care of himself and was more confident. Maybe him moving abroad helped boost his confidence level. You found it rather sexy that he stood up to you.

Jungkook let go of your hand. You became timid and regretful for not thinking of him as someone who was grown up. You, of all people, should know how it felt when people didn't look at you as someone who was capable of taking care of themselves.

"Right, you're right. You're twenty-four now, and I'm sorry. I should see you as an adult and not a little boy anymore." You stared at the empty margarita glass in front of you, picked it up, and licked the salted rim. How does one move on from this conversation? Then he moved closer and pinched the back of your arm, interrupting your thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

You sent him a half smile and nodded. He gently moved his hand away, and now his fingertips were slowly grazing up and down your spine, trying to calm you. But it was only making you hot and bothered, then he began circling his way across your back.

"You're not feeling sorry for yourself again, are you?" You shook your head no and straightened your posture. He only then realized maybe you weren't comfortable with him touching you.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You peered over at him with sleepy eyes. "Hmm? Oh no, you're not. I always feel safe around you."

"Noona, should we get some more drinks?" He was about to wave the bartender over but you stopped him.

"Kook, I'm okay. I shouldn't have any more to drink. I don't want to do anything I'll regret."

"Do something you'll regret? Like what?" he asked in a curious tone.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you chuckled nervously. You knew exactly what could happen if the two of you kept drinking, but you knew better, or at least you thought you did.

"I'll forgive you if you buy me a drink."

"Forgive me? Did I hurt you that bad? And why aren't you paying? Aren't you grown now?" You scoffed using his own words against him.

"Please Noona....your words hurt me. I'll be thinking about it for days, months, years," he joked, clutching his heart. "My heart is aching."

God, he was so dramatic sometimes. His brown doe eyes began to glisten and twinkle as he began to pout and look at you. That stupid pout. You couldn't resist it.

"Meh, I'm okay if you hate me forever. I don't mind. I can live with that," you chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you, then waved down the bartender again.

"Four shots of tequila, please."

Did Jungkook think you'd take shots with him right now? The real question was, should you even be drinking anymore? You had several glasses of wine with Yuna at the bridal appointment, and a margarita. By this rate, you surprised yourself at how tame you were.

The bartender poured four shots in glasses in front of you guys. Jungkook pushed two of them your way. "I told you I'd make it worth your while right? Come on Noona…live a little. You deserve a bit of fun." He held his glass towards you, hoping you'd take the bait.

You hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of taking these two shots.

Pro: They'd help you relax a lot more. Not like you had any reason to be nervous.

Con: You may make a mistake you'll regret later on.

"I hate you, Jeon," you stated reluctantly, picking up the shot glass and clinking it against his.

He couldn't be happier that he coerced you to taking shots with him. A devilish grin swept across his face as he downed his shot. The two of you grimaced at the taste and burn down your throats.

"Come on, one more," he said, picking up the next shot glass, and handing you yours.

"And here I thought I was a bad influence. Oh, how the tables have turned."

He laughed, clinking his glass against yours again.

Jungkook groaned after taking the last shot, and then clapped. "Okay, then how about a dance?"

You shook your head no and waved your hands in distress. You weren't drunk enough to dance. "No, no, no. I definitely don't dance."

"You're lying. I've seen you dance before when Yuna would throw house parties."

"Oh god, you remember those house parties? Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?" You admit that you and Yuna were not the best babysitters. Especially if Jungkook saw what happened at those parties. Sometimes they got out of hand, and you weren't even sure you were sober for most of those parties.

He laughed. “You guys were not good babysitters.”

“Yeah we were horrible.” You laughed. You couldn’t even deny it. “But all that dancing was when I was younger and didn't give a care in the world.”

"And what? Now that you're older, you care about what other people think about you? Where's that carefree girl that I once knew? Besides, no one knows you in this bar except me and you said you felt safe with me. So then, what's the harm?"

He was right. There was a time when you didn't give a fuck about what people thought about you. What changed so much?

He tilted his head towards the dance floor and held out his hand. You were reluctant to take it because if you took his hand, you wouldn't want to let go. You didn't budge so he grabbed it and made you get up. You huffed and puffed as he dragged you onto the dance floor. As you stood in front of him, you realized how muscular and taller he had gotten over the years. Your forehead being the perfect height for a kiss. You gulped as you stood there slumped over in front of him.

"Did you forget how to slow dance or something?" He chuckled. "It's not that hard. Come on...."

He held your left hand in his right and put your right hand on his shoulder. His other hand on the small of your lower back, pulling you in closer to him. Your insides becoming warmer, and your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. You were hoping that sweat wasn't coming down from your forehead wasn't visible to the naked eye. You found yourself staring into the deep curve in his collarbone. Then making it's way to the little chocolate chip mole underneath his bottom lip. It was delicious enough to want a small taste. Your hand on his shoulder came down to rest on his toned pec, peering out from underneath his unbuttoned shirt. The two of you swayed gently to the next song that came on.

You could see him darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips as he gave you a nervous smile. Your stomach fluttered, with what seemed like a kaleidoscope of butterflies trying to escape from inside. No one has made you feel this flustered in a long time.

I don't know who loves me...

His smell was intoxicating, like how someone smells when they step out of a hot shower.

"Noona…"

You glanced up at him, with eyebrows raised and there was this alluring twinkle in his eyes when he gazed back at you. "Hmm?"

"You look beautiful tonight," he said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your hair. His fingers lingered on your cheeks, the pads of his thumb outlining your jaw, taking his time to take all you in. You could feel your face getting warmer and your heart beating faster.

Your gaze flew away from his eyes to the few people sitting at the bar. "Jungkook...don't."

“Don't what?”

“Say stuff like that.”

“Why not? It's true.”

“I'm in a very vulnerable place right now and I'm very susceptible to compliments from very handsome men.”

"Maybe that's what I want." He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Someone's cocky.”

He softly chuckled and brought you in closer to him, your temple now resting against his cheek. You could feel his hums vibrating throughout your body. Being in his arms felt so warm, almost forgetting the world around you and all the drama in your life. The crowd around you started to dwindle and the bar became bare. He broke apart to spin you around and dip you. You laughed as he pulled you back up.

“See, I told you you'd have fun.”

You nodded in agreement. The last song cut out and the bartender shouted a 'last call' for drinks. You let go and stopped dancing, about to grab your bag but Jungkook lugged you back to him.

“It's time to go, they're closing.”

“Come on Noona, we have a few more minutes.”

“There's no music playing.”

“I'll sing then.”

You looked at the clock behind the bar and it read 1:30 AM. "You have two minutes."

"I'll take it." He grabbed his phone and began playing a song.

We were so beautiful, we were so tragic, no other magic could ever compare, lost myself 17, then you came and found me…

He continued singing until the manager kicked you both out. He asked to walk you home and everything in your body was telling you to say no, but a yes came out. You've never walked through the city at this hour, let alone be up this late but you would for him. You didn't want to dwell on it, but he was making you feel alive, making you feel hopeful and excited about life. You were walking a few steps ahead of him when a soft breeze blew through making you shiver. He took off his jacket and put it on you.

“Thanks.”

“You don't get out much huh?”

“How can you tell?” you asked sarcastically.

He chuckled.

“I wasn't expecting to stay out this late. I'm going to blame you if my sleep schedule is all out of sync.”

As you reached the door to your apartment, you took off his jacket and handed it back to him. "Thanks for walking me home. I'll see you when I see you?"

He nodded and proceeded to walk away.

“Wait, Jungkook…”

“Yeah?”

Without thinking, your hands cupped his face and you reached up and brought your lips to his. It took a moment for him to realize what was happening before he started kissing you back. His lips were soft and gentle, everything you imagined it would be. It quickly became heated. His hands tightly gripped your waist, pushing you against the door. His tongue swiping at your bottom lip, hoping to get more access to you. Your hands tugged at his soft wavy hair, pulling him as close as you could. You couldn't believe you were kissing your best friend's little brother and then you couldn't get out of your head and suddenly broke the kiss.

“What's wrong?” he asked, out of breath.

“I'm sorry Jungkook. I shouldn't have done that.”

✨ previous chapter ~ late night outing

✨ next chapter ~ i'm so sorry

[the-modern-typewriter]

Where is your pfp from?

It's one of my own characters that I painted on my tablet.

Her name is Lucille De Silva/née Lucille Wolverton depending on the story. She's from one of my, as of yet unwritten, novels. I have the character for her very strongly in my head, but haven't been able to decide between several (seriously, there are at least three) different plots I'd want to use her for.

...and you didn't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway, because I adore Lucille and will take any excuse to talk about her.

For the additionally curious:

1. You can read the opening of one plot version here on tumblr.

2. Plot 2 is a historical gothic fantasy type thing, wherein the protagonist goes to act as a lady's companion to the mysterious Lucille De Silva and her husband, but strangeness is afoot in Wolverton manor...

3. And this is a snippet of Lucille plot 3, in which she's actually the protagonist rather than the strange mix of maybe antagonist/love interest like in plots 1 and 2:

“Oh please, Lucille. You would be in prison if it wasn’t for me.”

“You’re the one who kills people for fun!”

“Whereas you are the saint who ruins people’s lives for a hobby?” Tristan raised his brows. “I know who I married, Lucille Wolverton. The only Wolverton with any teeth.” He bared his own and looked at her like she was Yellowstone devouring the world in smoke and some days before Lucille had thought that she might.

“That was a long time ago,” she said.

“Clearly. I marry the most dangerous woman I have ever had the privilege of setting my eyes upon, and suddenly she’s turned a new leaf. Positively perfect in every way. Just a little angel.”

Lucille’s blood pounded in her ears.

“That’s why you did this?” Her voice cracked. “Revenge that I tried too hard to be a good wife? My god, the hardship for you.”

“Of course,” he ignored her, continuing lightly. “The truth seeped out through the cracks.” His gaze drifted over her body, before he caressed his fingertip over the X on her cheek. “Had to still ruin something, didn’t you?”

She seized his wrist and dug her nails in.

“Fuck you.”

“Do you know what you looked like when you finally snapped, knife in hand?”

“Like a horror movie cliché.”

“Like a wrathful goddess.”

She wanted to bruise him, to make him look even as inch as shattered as she felt. as much hers as she was his. Instead she stepped back took a few deep breaths because she had lost control one too many times around him already.

“I got better,” she spat.

“You got tame.” He turned away, utterly unbothered by the possibility of attack, and moved over to the drinks car. “I don’t think marital bliss and comfort suited you very much, dear heart.”

He couldn’t be serious. He seemed to actually be serious. And she couldn’t believe he had the poor taste to bring a drink’s car into their bedroom – he had to be deliberately trying to irritate her!

“Maybe you were just a shit husband.”

He had the gall to laugh as if any of this was funny. He plucked up two tumblers and neatly poured out two measures of whiskey, glancing over and catching sight of the hard line of her mouth. A familiar and wicked amusement flashed through his eyes. “Would you prefer I toasted that with champagne, darling? All lightheaded, pale bubbles? It would be like you as a wife.”

“You’re despicable.”

“Isn’t that why you married me?”

Her stomach dropped out when she realized that, despite the smirk on his face, he meant that question seriously too. He always cocked his head like a bloody spaniel when he was serious. She swallowed. She wished she could say no, and be entirely certain it was the truth.

“You’ve killed people.”

“We’ve all have our indiscretions; mine are quicker and more merciful than yours.”

He held out the glass of whiskey for her to take and she knocked it back, as if the burn down her throat might boil away the bad taste in her mouth.

Tristan sighed. “Oh, Lucille. My dearest Lucille. See what you’ve done to us, trying to pretend to be something you’re not.”

“I was never a killer!”

“You put a knife into three different fatal stab areas in my body.”

“And yet here you are.”

“Yes.” He smiled. “Here I am. I’ll always be here for you, until death do us part, Mrs De Silva.”

At this point, she wasn’t sure if he meant that as a threat or a reassurance. She wasn’t sure which her heart took it as either only that it pounding, pounding, always pounding for him.

They considered each other, more quietly.

[sisterssafespace]

Salam alaykum sister(s),

First : thank you for setting up this safe place. may Allah reward you for it.

I would like to ask you for advice on how to not become too attached when getting to know someone as a potential spouse.

When I was younger, I was good at keeping a distance. I dealt with the whole "getting to know step" in a businesslike manner and a very detached attitude. But years went by and somehow it never worked out and I remained unmarried. I thought maybe it was because I was too detached and relaxed about the process, not caring so much.

So I decided to be more approchable and a little less guarded. But as you can guess, disaster struck as I got deeply attached to someone who was not serious about it. It wasn't a relationship but a very long winded "getting to know" in which I thought he was getting ready to take the next step but it turned out he was just keeping me around because he felt lonely. And I kept it up because I was attached to him. It's over now alhamdulillah.

Now, I've been introduced to someone else and I'm scared I'll get attached. I'm hoping and praying this person is genuine and will be serious about this.

It was easier to remain emotionally detached when I was younger : If it didn't work out, I'd still have years left but it's getting later and later to start a family ( maybe I'm your age or older than you). Now, in spite of a healthy relationship with God, supportive family and friends : I do feel very lonely and tired with all this. This loneliness makes vulnerable. And I'm scared I'll get my hopes up and get attached and get hurt again.

How do I remain genuine, warm, approchable but avoid attachement?

Please make dua for me to get married. I don't want to complain and I want to trust God... I just don't want to make the same mistakes again.

Wa alaykum assalamu wa rahmatu Allahi wa barakatuhu dear,

I hope you are at much better place now since you sent this ask, and apologies for the late reply as I was a bit busy outside of tumblr, but kheir in shaa Allah.

I think what you are describing applies to your life approach in general and not necessarily when it comes to potential spouses and marriage, because we all have different attachment styles, and often they get affected by our mental health, our experiences and our traumas.. so it makes total sense that you've become more wary and reserved after your heart got broken the last time. That's a natural defense mechanism.

My idea though is that if you can change your perspective on the " meeting/ getting to know someone " process, it could help. Instead of focusing on how much attachement you should let out toward the guy, I recommend you get more attached to Allah swt because that's the only attachment that won't let you hurt and broken at the end. If you use every atom of love and care that you have in your heart to love Allah swt, the planner, the Creator, the provider, and trust that He swt will give you the right guy for you at the right time for you, then you will find it easy to act around the potential spouse. Allah swt won't let you down, He will make ways for you to be comfortable or uncomfortable if the guy is not your naseeb or rizq. Do not spend your energy worrying about how to act around the guy and how to present yourself during the " getting to know them" period, rather focus your energy on making duaa that Allah swt guide you and ease your affairs. The closer you are to Allah swt the more you will be filled with peace and confidence, which will be radiating in your manners and your interactions with people around you.

And do not forget to make the duaa of Musa (as):

رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنْزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرٌ

`My Lord! I stand in need of whatever good You may bestow on me.'

May Allah swt bless your journey and fill your heart with patience and contentment my dear, ameen.

May Allah swt grant the girls of this ummah the pious husband that would fear Allah swt and take good care of them, ameen.

- A. Z. 🍃

[colossal-fallout]

First kiss 💋

With Reiner Braun

Notes: SFW. Smut of the smuttiest. More fluff than a prancing kitten. It switches between she/you/yn a lot I just edited it from a previous piece I'd made a little while ago and mobile Tumblr isn't the best for my fat thumbs.

As soon as my computer is fixed I'll tidy it up ✌️

It's year three of the cadets. Reiner finally has you all to himself as you browse the market stalls in the quaint town of the Trost District.

But a summer shower quickly dampens his already low spirits, knowing these feelings for you are strictly forbidden...

As the sky began to darken over Trost, Reiner glanced up at the gathering clouds and wondered if he should call it a day. He was reluctant to; it wasn’t very often he got to have you all to himself.

His golden eyes glanced at y/n as she pondered over the stall she was standing at – the vendor excited to show the wares. His eyes then fell to the pavement under his feet. She looked gorgeous as usual. Her white dress hugged her curves and it flowed right down to just above her ankles. He’d noticed the glances she gotten from men, of course he did. He also noticed the second looks he had gotten.

Eyes filled with envy.

Those men thought you were a couple and Reiner secretly loved it. What he wouldn’t give for that to be true.

“Reiner?” Your soft voice called out, snapping his attention.

“What do you think of these gloves for Mikasa? They’d definitely help with her training.”

Sweet y/n.

Whenever she had spare money, she would spend it on her friends. Mikasa had been getting blisters from her pairing blade hilts. They’d joked she takes out her frustration towards Eren’s behaviour out on her grip; pretending they were his neck.

“Uh, yeah. I think they’ll come in handy, sure.” He replied half dazed.

“Everything okay?” she asked as she handed the salesperson the cash. “You seem a bit out of it.”

He instantly pulled up his usual facade. “Me? I’m fine. Looks like it’s going to rain though. We should head back.”

“Okay.” She smiled slightly, taking the paper bag with the leather gloves inside. They began to walk down the street back towards the barracks.

He silently kicked himself.

He wanted to take each step as slowly as possible, trying to wring out as much alone time as he could.

When did it get so bad?

If she didn’t have her swarm of friends around her constantly, and Bertolt didn’t act as his shadow maybe he wouldn’t be so desperate to be alone with her in the first place.

Why did he even want that though?

He wasn’t dense. He knew he had a soft spot for her and despite his best friend’s warnings, he ignored his advice to stay away. It got worse and worse like an neglected cavity in a tooth. The longer he left it, the deeper she bore into him. He wondered if the pain of a toothache would be better than this constant yearning to be near her.

When did he become so pathetic? When did he become so... weak?

Reiner Braun was the strongest male in the 104th with the highest grades. Dedicated. Focused. Yet this H/C'd girl walking beside him with her sparkling e/c eyes could easily bring him to his knees.

He’d gone through the implications in his head over and over. His friends from back home wouldn’t approve. It’s not like they didn’t like y/n... In fact he was surprised how well she got along with them.

It was because they didn’t join cadets to fool around with beautiful women.

They were there to return home. Home... He wondered what his family would think of her. That was when he shook his head.

No.

There wasn’t any use in going down that trail.

“Oh no...” y/n winced as fat rain drops began to fall from the swollen clouds.

It was a summer day so they didn’t think to bring a jacket. In fact, none of their friends earlier had been wearing one.

Within seconds the heavy drops were crashing down all around them, people ran for cover and merchants began to hurriedly set up a canopy over their goods.

Reiner grabbed her wrist and began to run.

“Summer shower.” He explained. “It won’t last long, but it’ll be a soaker.” . Women around them let out a squeal as a loud rumble of thunder echoed out over the town. Puddles were already forming as Reiner hurriedly led her down the clearing street. As they ran, water splashed around their ankles from collecting on the road.

With his free hand, he began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“What are you doing?!” you called out over the loud crashing of water. “You’ll catch your death!” By the time she uttered the last word of her sentence he whipped around and lay his large shirt over her head before returning to pull her along.

“Dont want that pretty dress to be ruined, do we?” he joked, yet his face stayed serious. “Reiner...” you whispered in awe, inaudible due to the rain.

Not long after, you'd reached the stables where the transport horses were kept. It was deserted, being the cadets weekend off and were carting the soldiers to their home towns for the next couple of days.

Reiner pushed open the large wooden door of the hay storage barn, before ushering you inside.

“Are you crazy?” you laughed once they were tucked in away from the downpour.

Beads of rain rolled down his bare flesh, trailing down his pronounced pectorals and solid abs.

Reiner shrugged. “Didn’t want you getting cold and wet.”

Your eyes softened gorgeously as he turned to rub his hand over his hair, getting excess droplets off him.

His back muscles flexed with every small movement before he turned back around, Goosebumps raising on his skin and his nipples hardening from the chill.

The barn was filled with the relaxing sounds of the heavy pattering of rain on the wooden roof above their heads. This was the side of Reiner you'd been waiting to see.

You knew he had it in him, underneath the crude jokes and the flirting attempts. He was a gentleman through and through. He just liked to hide it for whatever reasons she didn’t know.

His shirt was warm and his scent rolled off it into her nose.

You hadn’t realised how much you actually enjoyed his smell until now. It sent waves of comfort over you, like the smell alone was his big strong arms wrapping around your body, ensuring your safety and comfort.

Yes.

You'd decided.

You had been pondering on your feelings towards your classmate for a little while now and wanted to be sure. The torment of professionalism as well as distractions from training had been hanging over your head.

But there was just something about him that you was pulled to.

He jumped a little when you placed your soft hand gently on his forearm. The skin across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes instantly heated up, turning a hue of pink.

You were so close to him and he got what he always yearns for – for your skin to be touching his.

The next thing he knew you were reaching up and planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

The breath caught in his throat and that pinkness burned more brightly. Every muscle in his body tensed and his eyes enlarged slightly. But what really sent his chest thudding was when you pulled the kiss away.

You kept your face close to his, now bearing the same pink hue. Your gorgeous eyes glistened, long lashes framing them beautifully. You smiled adorably, pulling at his shirt that was now draped across your shoulders.

“Thank you...”

Y/N spoke softly, her hair a little messed up from the shirt but it just made her look even more beautiful.

“For what...?” he replied in a haze.

“Being you...”

Those last words penetrated straight through his macho exterior and felt like they pierced into his heart, injecting some sort of warm fluid that quickly spread across his entire chest.

He didn’t even think.

It was like he went on auto pilot and his instincts just took over.

Placing the side of his index finger under her chin, he tilted her head up slightly and closed the gap between them, gently pressing his lips against hers.

His heart smashed against his solid barrel chest as she kissed him back, her lips softer than he had ever imagined them to be.

She ran her hands up his shoulders and hung them, opening her mouth a little wider as they kissed, giving him full permission to explore her mouth.

He did so without hesitation.

Sliding his tongue passed her sweet lips, he entwined it with hers.

It felt like fireworks and explosion were going off around him and he thought he could see stars behind his closed eyelids.

Having her kissing him and getting to be this close and intimate with her was the best feeling he’d ever had.

The adrenaline was richer and sweeter than any fight he’d been in or any training exercise.

It just felt perfect.

It began to get heated pretty quickly as their pace quickened slightly, deep exhales leaving his nose and his brow became furrowed and desperate.

She truly did make him feel weak.

He handled her gently. Although he knew she was strong, it she also felt delicate, like his big lumbering body could break her at any moment.

Her fingers ran through his hair and she pressed up against him, his arms wrapping around her in a sweet embrace.

Although he thought he was the luckiest man alive to be able to kiss her, his body quickly began needing more of her.

He battled with it, keeping it under control and letting her now take the lead of the kiss.

She gently pulled his pouty bottom lip with her teeth, making it that much harder for him to not throw her down and lift up her dress.

Instead, he settled for a please grunt, his brows creasing deeper as he became hungrier.

She slowly pulled away.

He pressed his forehead against hers, unable to hide the dumb grin that spread across his face as he caressed her hair with his right hand.

“What’s with that goofy grin?” she joked quietly; her sweet breath warm on his face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He replied, his grin stretching further.

Smiling, she lowered her head almost shyly at that titbit of information.

She then fixed her eyes on his. “Really?”

“Of course...” he looked genuinely surprised. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh stop.” She laughed.

He took her hand and placed it on his bare chest over his rapid heartbeat. His honey eyes not removing their gaze from hers. “I swear.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“Well, you have awful taste.” Was what she settled for.

But having Reiner Braun, of whom didn’t really catch her eye at first, now she’d gotten to know him was extremely attractive; his chest bare and holding her close like this set a burning desire deep within her.

One that she would have to keep under control.

...For now.

She gently placed her hand on his jawline before replacing her mouth onto his.

He let out a small unintentional exhale from his nose, more than happy to slide his warm tongue back inside of her.

Her hands gently caressed his broad shoulders, her pace quickening and her teeth grazing his lip.

She didn’t want to let things get too heated too quickly, but battling her urges seemed like an uphill battle. He’d grown on her a hell of a lot over the last three years and having him hold her like this felt amazing.

As Reiner kissed her, he pushed away the little voice inside of his head that was telling him this was all a big mistake and he had just complicated things massively.

He didn’t care.

His feelings for her had always surpassed the doubts that swirled around in his mind. And now, knowing she had some reciprocating feelings it was incomprehensible that he would now turn his back on her.

He grazed his hand lightly up her arm as he slowly and almost gracefully devoured the inside of her mouth. Her skin was the softest thing he’d ever touched like some fine silk from a faraway land. He almost felt like he was ruining her just by having his unworthy hands upon her flesh.

She pulled away once again and he sealed their kiss with another gently peck.

“This is crazy...” she sighed taking a step back. “We’re training to be soldiers.”

“I know how you feel, believe me.” He muttered, a frown tugging at his mouth. “But I think life’s a little too short to be putting good things on the back burner.”

She pondered on that for a moment.

He began to feel desperate. Now that he had her affections within his grasp, he wasn’t about to let them slip through his fingers.

“I mean...” he took a step forward and held her hand into his large pair. “I know I joke around a lot but you...”

He paused for a moment, choosing his words.

“I didn’t kiss you with the intention of just having you then leaving. ...I want us to be together. Properly. Hell, if we weren’t in Cadets, I would be asking you to marry me right now.”

That blushing hue returned to his face as he shyly looked away, not used to spilling out his feelings like this.

But the humiliation and discomfort would be worth it if he managed to gain her as his own.

Again... When did I get so weak?

She did a better job than he at hiding the grin that was threatening to spread across her face.

Instead, her face matched his reddening tone.

“Are you saying... You love me, Reiner Braun?” she spoke softly.

He pushed away every instinct that told him to run and hide.

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, I am.” He replied steadily.

Now it was her turn to ignore her instincts to run.

“R-Reiner. It’s not that I don’t care for you too, I do. But... Ah, it’s complicated.” She grimaced. “I don’t know when.. uh... I’ll be ready to...” her face was almost glowing at this point.

“Hey hey...” he soothed. “Its okay. I love you. I don’t care about waiting.” His face returned to the familiar serious soldier expression she was so used to seeing during training. “Even if you’d wanna wait until after marriage. I don’t mind.”

She squirmed uncomfortably. “Its not that. Maybe we can talk about it... Another time?”

It perplexed him but he didn’t mind. “Of course.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“So...?” He melted back into that cheeky smirk.

The classic Reiner grin. Mischievous and cunning.

“You wanna give this a shot?”

Y/N noticed the rain had slowed to a stop, the clouds had moved on and the sun was shining once again.

She’d known Reiner now for almost two years. Spent every single day pretty much in his presence. They’d worked together, laughed together and well... Now this.

She reminded herself how strong that urge was to kiss him only minutes ago. Why she initiated closeness in the first place. Her mind fluttered through the pages of her recent memories and how he had been making her feel these days and how her eyes have been lingering upon him a little longer than she’d like.

She let out a sigh before smirking back at him. “Sure. But don’t get comfortable now. Just because you have me doesn’t mean you can start slacking your charm.”

She playfully pushed his cheeks together with her index and thumb, resulting in a chuckle rumble from his broad chest.

“I swear it.” He grinned, kissing her.

“Come on. We’d better head back.” She smiled, handing him back his shirt.

[sk-lumen]

Need serious advice about setting boundaries or communicating when dealing with a person who:

Is a parent

Has unhealthy communication methods -- it takes very little for them to start full-blown screaming, shouting out all your 'negative' things/mistakes/past, can continue to scream-criticise you even after you've gone silent, for WHOLE MINUTES even if you've shut up, will not accept anything that even hints at them making a mistake

You can't trust since childhood coz u made the mistake of confiding in them with a serious issue as a young teen --- mental related --- and they belittled and invalidated you, and since then pretended you never confided in them and have NO IDEA how you've been coping without them or ANYone else for years... Yeah thanks, parent, what u said back then made me think I was the one at fault and so I stopped trusting even friends coz yeah, when ur own parent doesn't give a damn, why would anyone else?

Is a master at silent treatments without explaining what EXACTLY they're punishing you for, then when theyre in the mood, will start talking to you as if they hadn't ignored you for days. Lol I'd rather be water boarded I think. Especially for all the damage this caused when I was a child

Won't openly talk about what they want, yet expects ALL FHE TIME others (in the family) to know what they want, then will complain/scream/angry for AGES about how no one cares, no one gives a damn... And when someone asks them what they want, they either say: nothing, or "you should know! Can't u see?"

Upon asking them to please talk normally, will blow a fuse, and lose it --- happened multiple times today

Literally will use me as a scape goat to unleash their frustrations upon. Even when I leave the room, I can hear them b*tch about how much of a failure I am etc. The trigger being anything that bothers them, from a phone call to something other siblings did, bla bla. I limit my time with them... But it's like, it feels impossible to have them treat me normally, without ridiculing or criticising me. I'm already a very low self esteem person... This doesn't help AT ALL

In short, refuse to tell/ask/discuss important stuff, and getting mad randomly that no one read their mind, bcoz everyone's 'old enough to have enough sense' to know what they 'should' do... Eg will not pikc up the phone when we call them from the store to ask when what the needed isn't available, so what other alternative can we get... And then when we get home, will instead blame us for being fussy and not getting the alternative, completelt skirting around the issue they didn't deign to pick up the phone... I mean, I don't get it. In the past I HAVE in fact asked them to just openly tell me what they want/expect from me to make them happy... Got passive aggressive answers like "don't you know? Are you dumb?" Bla bla

Passive aggressive to the max when they've lost it

Expect me to drop anything I'm doing and immediately cater to them, and expect me to help them in their hobbies (while simultaneously, as I learned many years ago to much heartache, not being interested or even pretending to be interested in my hobbies. The disinterest taught me very quickly how much what I wanted meant, leading to years of self-invalidation. Luckily I've learned it really is them, not me. My hobbies are valid)

Will not talk about why they're feeling angry, what causes it. Instead will blame me, who's like the golden scapegoat in our amazing family, by saying :YOU made me negative. They've said it many times now... It hurts a lot, when I'm also struggling with my own issues which I ofc can't confide in them about :)

Today I manned up -- the outburst of hatred happened again! Over a simple thing. It was NIGHTMARE and made me angry/sad/frustrated/triggered---, and so I told them to stop talking like that... Boy was that the wrong thing to say... I don't think I can accurately tell u what happened afterwards...

Usually children learn communication skills from the parents... I at least learned to recognize the unhealthy ones, and what NOT to communicate like lol. Like, other parent is even worse, believe it or not. But that's another complex situation

I'm not bashing on the parent. Lord knows I even have that much of a right huh? I hate myself eveb more when they invalidate me if I try to show how MUCH THEY HURT me after a 'communication session'. As in, heaven forbid me if I BE SILENT afterwards and DON'T wanna listen to their retardation. Nope. Even then they provoke me, rage at me, you know how sometimes enraged people hiss vitriol thru gritted teeth? Yeah, that's what they did today after I stayed silent and tried to ignore them an hour later after the 'session' when they wabted something. It's like they don't even need me to say a word and will carry on and on for minutes 🤢

I feel alone, helpless and at a loss what to do

I want to move out. Due to severe mental issues I can't even move out rn coz it scares me even more. But this has to stop. Things are only okay if I'm absolutely passive, say yes to whatever they want, kill my wants and needs, and become a perfect robot bred to cater to them (parent)

I hope you can help me out, dear

Hi darling,

It sounds like you’re in a considerably toxic environment. I'm sorry you're going through this. Know that this is not normal, nor is it how a parent/child relationship should be. In case there's any doubt, let me start by saying you deserve to be supported, respected, listened to, to have your needs met. You deserve to live in an environment that offers you all of these things.

With that being said, from the many scenarios you’ve mentioned you’ve already tried reasoning and setting boundaries, to no avail. There is only so much you can do on your own, if the other person in the equation is not meeting halfway or at all. After all, a healthy conversation involves two people, not just one.

Here's my advice, in this order:

Calmly and maturely asking the respective parent to have a serious discussion with you and to listen to what you have to say. Share how their actions and behaviour is making you feel, let them know you care, and make sure to mention several solutions for the issue as well. If this doesn’t work…

Bring up the subject of needing help from outside, such as the assistance of a specialist/therapist. Family counselling can shed a lot of light on toxic behaviours that are ingrained from childhood (both in their case and yours), on fears your parent may have, stress from their work, whatever is causing their outbursts and anger - because there is always a reason. Behind anger is sadness, and behind sadness is some need not being met, or an underlying fear, trauma, etc. This is not a justification for their behaviour, they are responsible for it; this is simply the fact of how energy dynamics work. People bottle up their frustrations, fears, etc, and let them out on those closest to them, to whom they feel superior. It’s not fair, and it’s not healthy, but it is frequently how this pattern works. If this solution doesn’t work either…

Then unfortunately, all you can do is focus on yourself. If they refuse to meet you anywhere along the road, you have to pack up your things and go your own way. Literally or metaphorically. They may be your parent and you may love them even in spite of their behaviour, but you cannot hold yourself responsible for anything they say or do; that is on them. In those cases, you have to prioritize your own mental health and wellbeing, and focus on moving out. If your (home) environment is toxic, you have to focus on first changing it. That’s vital. Only afterwards can you start healing, refinding yourself, reclaiming your self-esteem and confidence, your sense of worth. As long as you stay stuck in a toxic environment, you cannot really heal; if there is abuse of any kind (physical, mental, emotional), the causes are still there, leading to re-traumatizing.

If for whatever reason moving out is not (yet) an option, I would emphasize seeking some sort of counselling for yourself, if nothing else. You need an anchor, some sort of support that will help you along your path until you do get out.

Now, I don’t know how old you are. I am going to assume you are over 18 and of age, so only mind my advice if that is the case. (As disclaimer, I don't provide advice to minors as it's not the scope of my blog nor am I specialized/focused on that area.)

I understand moving out seems scary because it is unknown, but with that line of thought you may wait another 10 years in the same situation. Wouldn’t you wake up 10 years later already having done the hard work on moving out, finding your independence, claiming your sense of individuality and moving on from this sort of environment, this phase in your life?

Sooner is better than later, but do so with mindfulness and care over your mental health, of course. I know it’s scary. But being an adult requires some difficult decisions at times, and setting boundaries begins with choosing your wellbeing and doing what needs to be done, even if it is something uncomfortable short-term, but highly rewarding and beneficial long-term.

Hope this helps... and wishing you much luck, clarity, gentle guidance and comfort.✨

PS: Lately I've been receiving longer and longer letters in my inbox. As solution, I was thinking of having longer asks/letters redirected to my blog where there isn't any length limit, and readers can more comfortably browse both my tumblr and blog - and those requesting advice can share and receive a more in-depth response.

-Lumen

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Hi! A couple things!! I just recently started a blog about One Piece and I don’t know how to get it out there for people to request things!? I fell in love with your blog on my other account and decided to make this one! If there’s anything that you suggest doing to help that would be amazing!! (Don’t worry about it though if not <3) As for the request for the cocktail bar! If it’s not too much, could I have the spicy menu with Akainu and a more muscular female reader that can be manhandled? #260 in his bedroom with an almost tense atmosphere? Can you also work in some discipline and size kink in there too please? Thank you so much!! <333

Hi there!

I don't think I'm a good person to ask how to get first requests, since my first ones were from my writer friends and the rest somehow rolled once they reblogged me. Beginnings are hard, since tumblr tagging system promotes more active blogs and posts with already big number of notes. I don't think there's a better way than writing for your own ideas first or preparing/reblogging prompts - and either waiting until someone stumbles upon and decides to request or asking writers you know to give you a signal boost. Though, big rush won't come fast.

Gave your blog a quick look and all I can say for now that you might find helpful is to separate rules from the section where are you talking about yourself. One might simply overlook them.

Also, it'd be more comfortable for both you and potential requester to state some limits: do you write headcanons or rather ficlets/one shots, how many characters per request etc. Wanted to leave you a request for a good start, but I honestly have no idea what exactly is not allowed and what not 😅

Lemme just warn you about the minors vs. nsfw thing. The reason a lot of us either puts "minors DNI" or clearly states they don't want requests from minors is for OUR, adults, safety. Honestly, we don't give a fuck if minors read us (because they do, we all were teenagers once, we know how does it look like). But interacting with minors - and especially encouraging them to - within the sexual sphere (including erotic fiction) that is not sex ed can have serious legal consequences. I'd very concerned, if I saw my kid sis talking with an adult about horny things, even if just thirsting for a fictional character - and believe me, I'd have a serious talk with said adult.

And finally regarding your request - I'm sorry, but I don't really feel comfortable writing sexual situation with tense atmosphere (which is, btw, not listed among those allowed), especially regarding such topics as discipline and rough sex. The request is overall okay, but please, resend it having what I said in mind 🤭

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heyo can i request a romantic matchup with one of the creepypasta guys perhaps??

-im 20 years old with dark brown fluffy short hair that goes just a bit above my shoulders. im bisexual and i go by she/they pronouns. im 5'6. im a cancer sun, virgo moon, and sag rising. im also female!

-im an infj!

-i like making flower crowns for people, custom earrings, and rings! i rlly love nature and the woods so i enjoy walking along on a path or settling down by a relaxing river to have a nice lil picnic :)

-swimming is a big thing for me, i love just jumping into a lake and swimming around yk?

-i rlly love indie, rock, grunge and 50's to 90's music. i have a great love for 80's movies and the horror genre.

-i love superhero and action stuff like the avengers and x-men as well as stuff from DC.

-uhmm im an artist. i do trad but also digital art. if i paint i like to paint scenery. im also a singer and i write my own songs. i play the guitar and the ukulele!!

-i own two rats and two cats! yes they get along lmaodksjsj. im a witch whos into crystals, herbs, dieties and all. i do tarot and pendulum. i love drinking tea especially mint and chamomile teas.

-things i dislike: alcohol, someone yelling at me, aggressiveness, going on boats, too much heat, summer, thunderstorms, chicken, being alone in the extreme dark in a place like the woods, seeing or hearing stuff like people gagging or their nails being ripped off :// (i can somehow take gore tho-)

-things i like: tea, some coffees, sunflowers, motorcycles, cuddling, relaxing inside on my bed while its raining outside, the calming sound of rain, autumn, when its chilly out, seafood

-i actually rlly love reading and sometimes I like to write lil short stories or make up characters but not too deep into them. just fun little things yk?

-i kinda rlly like playing w ppls hair- like having them sit in my lap. or having them do it to me.

-omg chasing each other in an empty (empty as in like no other ppl) pretty field during a picnic date with our favorite music on?? YES PLS

-WATCHING THE SUNSET AND SUNRISE OMGGG

-i don't rlly plan on having kids :/ i don't do well with them so. fur babies as in pets tho! ABSOLUTELY

-i kinda would be a big spoon but also a little spoon. i'd do either.

-if im being honest one of the downsides of me is that I get emotional quickly in an argument :// or like I get defensive or if someone yells at me I get sad and start crying. I don't seek out fights tho and I try to avoid them.

-despite how much I like to talk im an ambivert leaning towards introvert. I get panic-y quick in public w people I don't know and im rlly nervous but i try to be as friendly as possible and keep a convo going. around my friends and stuff tho im an absolute goof ball!

-i like staying home tbh its calming

-i don't like seeing messy things eiakssksk i like organization but im not controlish about it. I like to clean tbh its kinda fun.

-my love language is honestly quality time and touch. some words of affirmation is nice too tho,, sometimes I get scared someone will get bored of me and leave ://

-i love to buy or make ppl gifts! i like to see people happy. the look on ppls faces when they see that i bought them something they rlly love makes me warm and fuzzy :,))

-im not rlly a jealous person tbh. but if someone outright is happening like obvious flirting,, i WILL say something if my partner isn't taking care of it themself.

-honestly i love being a goof but when its time to be serious ill be serious

-i talk alot so i need someone who'll be willing to listen to me talk and be interested in what im saying EIOSLAKS ill also absolutely listen to anything they say :))

-i don't care abt body types or looks rlly and im not just saying that.

-i love to remind ppl that they're stunning and gorgeous and they deserve the world 😩🤌

-i like having deep convos about random things. like who found out that we should drink cow milk? why are wild animals just fine w out toothpaste but we absolutely need to brush our teeth??

-id love to cook or bake something with someone :))

-i can't rlly think of anything else to say abt myself so

Your matchup is... Hoodie/Brian Thomas!

In general:

Took me a hot minute or so but I ultimately decided on Brian because it's the vibe I'm getting. Let's elaborate on that.

What he likes about you:

I always start out with the physical stuff first and I'm just going to say that Brian really likes your hair! Thinks it is absolutely gorgeous and fun. Will compliment how fluffy it is. Likes that you're into nature, crafty, and your music choice! Thinks your art is super fun and will want to see it. Thinks your singing voice is absolutely beautiful. Coming back to this. Your pets are fun to him as well, and your likes just seem to really line up with him y'know?? Especially loving Autumn, rain, when it's chilly, all that kind of fun stuff.

General cute things:

ALright, I feel like swimming outings would be a thing between the two of you. Brian likes water. It's just the vibe I get. Make him flower crowns please lmfao. Brian is soft and actual sunshine when he wants to be. He will watch the sunrise and sunset with you!!! He loves to just strum his guitar in the early mornings, listening to the birds sing. I feel like music dates would be a thing between the two of you. Just sitting in a flower field, watching the world go by, singing and all that cute stuff. Brian is admittedly a bit of a home body as well, so like,,,,,, hey. Just the two of you curling up on the couch, taking naps? Yes. Brian will occasionally get you gifts of things that remind him of you. He also gives me the vibe that he would get you flowers just because he thinks you'll find them pretty. He will goof around with. ALSO, Brian loves to listen to you!! Please talk to him about whatever is on your mind and I guarantee he's going to love it!! You being such a sweet person makes his heart sing? Like, you just reaffirming all the things he needs to hear make him so happy. He will also play with your hair, and on other days, he will rest his head on your lap and you can play with his.

You two as a couple:

Y'know, I think the only thing that might be a bit of a talking point between the two of you is the not having kids thing. Brian strikes me as such a strong family man. However, I don't think he's incapable of bending, so if the two of you want to be fur parents, he'd be just fine with that. Other than that, one of Brian's love languages is touch to like, be prepared for hugs, kisses, all that wholesome stuff. He's definitely a bit of an insomniac so like, please spend time with him cuddling on the roof while the two of you talk about anything and everything. Brian will definitely cook and bake with you as well, seeing those are two things he loves to do. You won't ever have to worry about jealousy with Brian because he's a king of "I have a partner stop speaking to me :)" You can also spoon him, he'd find that comforting. Brian prioritizes communication, so if you start crying, or anything like that, he'll give you some space and then come back to it. He doesn't want to cause you any harm, but some things need to be spoken about. Brian will also be your rock if the two of you go out in public and you're not very happy or overwhelmed. I swear, he's always going to be there for you.

Closing thoughts/other things:

Hi love bug, sorry this is late. The matchups were giving me some wonky type of burn out, but it's here now. To answer your thing about why animals don't need toothpaste, it actually has a lot to do with their diet! They don't eat refined sugars or the high amount of acids we do, and they also tend to eat way more twigs, sticks, bark, bones and even grass that help keep their mouths free of debris. Tell me about your characters and stories! One of my favorite things to do outside of running this blog is OCs and world building. Again, apologies for this being late. Tumblr doesn't timestamp when things come in so I just kinda guess?? I imagine it's been here for a while, my bad, I've been working out of order now. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!