#thank you for sharing 🖤

[lostcauseinc]

Please put little chastity belts with locks over my sleeves and hide the keys so I can’t cut without your permission, no matter how badly I want to…. Take away my favorite blades and lock them up tight… then, you can watch my increasingly pathetic, desperate attempts to find something, ANYTHING to break my skin. First it’ll start with forks, pens, keys…. But then, when you catch me trying to cut myself with them, I’m sure you’ll scold me and punish me by taking them away…. then, with no options left, I’ll have to resort to trying to helplessly rub and grind my wrists on table corners and scratch them with my little nails... but no matter how desperately I try, nothing will work. All I’ll be able to do is grind myself on the outside of the box, because at least I know my blades are in there, and sit by as you watch me slowly slip into heat as days and days pass by without me earning that release… Then, finally, when I’m at my limit, once you’ve finally burned the humiliating sight of me trying desperately to cut myself with whatever I can get my hands on into your brain, and once I’ve been good enough to earn it… reward me with a fresh, new blade…

God, you're so fucking pathetic.

Obvious content warning.

I'd check your skin every night just to make sure you haven't cut at all, wrapping your arms in thick bandages and daring you to so much as touch them, threatening to toss out your blades and tie up your wrists if you try taking them off.

I think a more fitting punishment would be to hold you down and so so lightly trace whatever makeshift item you found across your skin, tracing over scars but barely touching the skin. Making you beg until you're a sobbing little mess for permission to so much as scratch your skin raw, then reprimanding you for being so impatient. Forcing your hand still as I trim down your nails so you can't do shit until I let you, locking up more and more things until every sharp in the house is safely hidden away.

You'd make such a pretty picture desperately trying to find relief from anything, wouldn't you? Just an adorable little thing slowly losing their mind while I get to watch. It'd be hard to finally let you have it, I'd be so fucking tempted to see how far you'll go to get your fix, what you'd do for me to earn the right to cut back.

But I would, eventually. Because I'm so gracious, aren't I? And you're so good for me, aren't you? But even after all that waiting, I don't let you run off with your reward. Maybe I force you to let me watch as you break in your pretty new blade, telling you how cute and pathetic you look all the while. I might even give you instructions, forcing you to be slow and careful and to thank me after every cut for letting you have this.

I think it'd be adorable if you had to ask permission for every little mark for days afterwards. Like I need you to prove to me you can control yourself, that you'll keep being good and sweet for me. Threatening to lock everything up again, to make you wait even longer next time if you aren't perfectly in line. But I'm sure I wouldn't have to worry about you misbehaving, right? You'll learn the first time. You're a good pet.

[runninriot]

for @stervrucht

inspired by this beautiful art piece

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"Don't!"

Eddie's hand on his chest makes him stop instantly.

"Please, just- just don't."

Steve doesn't know what to say, can only stare at the boy in front of him, his friend, Eddie.

Eddie, who just told him he's in love with him. Said it like he meant it, so why would he stop Steve from leaning in to kiss him?

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret just because you feel the need to make it better for me, Stevie. I know you don't want this. And I don't want your pity, okay? So, please, let's just pretend I never said that."

Oh, right.

It's because he doesn't know.

Eddie doesn't know about the weeks he spent suffering, struggling to come to terms with the fact that FUCK, he has feelings for his best friend. His male best friend.

He doesn't know about the endless nights Steve had been losing sleep after realising that the way his heart always starts to race whenever they're close actually means something.

That the way his stomach always feels like it houses a thousand butterflies when Eddie looks at him with his dark brown eyes and his beautiful smile means that- yeah, shit, Steve's in love.

He's so in love with him it hurts. But Eddie doesn't know.

"Eddie, I-"

"Don't worry, Steve. It's okay, really."

He retreats his hand from where Steve can still feel the ghost of his palm lingering on his chest, turns to move, to walk away.

"Eddie, wait!"

He's already halfway out the door when Steve grabs him by his wrist to hold him back.

"Please, if you'd just listen to me!"

Steve is desperate, has so much to say, needs Eddie to hear what his heart has been trying to tell him for weeks now.

"I love you!"

"Steve, please don't do this to me."

Eddie doesn't even look at him, looks so defeated, so resinged.

"Did you hear what I said?" Steve asks, placing his free hand on the side of Eddie's face to force him to look up.

"I love you, Eddie. I was just too scared to tell you because I thought- I thought I'd never have a chance."

Steve can see in Eddie's eyes when the realisation hits him, knows that his words are slowly, finally sinking in.

"Y- you love me?"

"More than you know. More than I let myself believe was even possible."

It's a cheesy line and Steve knows it but it's true and it makes Eddie smile which is everything he could ask for.

Well, almost.

"So, now that you know, will you please let me kiss you?"

Eddie's smile only grows bigger and Steve's heart makes that weird thing it always does and the butterflies cause a whirlwind when suddenly, their lips find each other in the middle.

Eddie kisses him like he's never been kissed before and Steve knows in that moment that he'll never want to kiss anyone else ever again.

[14dayswithyou]

I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone to a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."

[slavicafire]

I can't think of a specific food off the top of my head other than a real version of the fresco found in Pompeii that looks like it has a proto-pizza on it. But I keep thinking there has to be a better answer for me. I'll keep wracking my brains on this, but I have to thank you for introducing me to the Historical Eats channel!

oh yes... and choosing one meal would be impossible, I agree! I'd love to know what else you come up with!

[saintobio]

HELLOOO FINALLY GOT TO SEND AN ASK!!!

first of allllll…. i think the time momjo sending the child guardian paper (?) that satoru typed out of anger is a hint…. and then satoru telling yn that sachiro called akemi mama… this honestly hurts alot more, imahine carrying your baby for 9 months, taking care of baby sachiro for 3 years alone, all the sleepless nights… and sachiro just ugh u dumbass small brain toddler (literally). anyways, satoru looking at akemi during suguru and shoko’s wedding, his hand rubbing akemi’s stomach at the cabin when she was in pain. honestly this part was akemi faking her pain or…? cuz there was a line that said after satoru asked if she wanted to go home her face didnt show anymore pain ? lololll idk. i dislike (hate) gojokemi but i think theyre gonna be endgame with all these theories coming up oh godddd. and the way yn threw the necklace into the lake, satoru went to search for it but did he manage to find it ? no. but during sn yn (well, suguru) found gojos wedding band. so in sy, yn threw away satoru’s “heart”, and it was never found again, thats a hint (?) bruhhh i hate thissss (i love this so much actually it made me feel so much i love u saint) i also recall the first time satoru and akemi first did it together he said smthg like i could learn to love u ? if i remember correctly. and the morning at the cabin after yn and gojo did it, yn was crying bcs they had a heartfelt talk ? and u mentioned they both felt guilty. the guilt is…. yeah.

BUT ALSO, satoru once said that yn has always been the one, sera when she saw gojo after forever told sukuna that he looks different when hes being with akemi, like hes not being himself? but that was when they first got together so idk about now. him not calling gojokemi exclusive. oh how they were happy and loving when yn got pregnant 🥹 but well it lasted until… yeah. also u said something about gojo gonna be on his knees again, since yn is now depressed and suicidal, i think for her heart disease shes gonna sign a DNR, then satoru on his knees maybe begging the doctors idk gawd idk someone mentioned dnr and i just… 🙂 its not that she wanna leave sachiro either, but i think shes telling herself everything will be better if she dies since sachiro, still very young, doesnt even really remember yn (just why sachiro) and called akemi mama… also why the hell didnt gojo use protection when fucking akemi oh gawd pls hate u satoru if she gets preggo.

anyways, i cant wait for gen to be back. i love u gen and ian.

oooh i also remember that you said there was a scene that inspired the birth of sn/sy, was it in chapter 11 ? or we’re not there yet…

honestly why dont yn just join shoko and suguru and be in a happy poly relationship ever looollll just kidding. my heart hurts, im still all in for gojoyn endgame but it doesnt seem realistic. ive been cursing gojo and akemi ever since the chapter came out loolll gotta give myself credit for being able to do my exams while still thinking bout this. 💀

omg there’s a lot to unfold here idk where to start 😭 but i just wanna say, it’s amazing how you’re so thorough in remembering those details in sn/sy bcos i honesty don’t have enough attention span to do that !!! sdjsj now while i can’t answer everything you mentioned, i can say a few things:

- akemi isn’t faking her pain, she’s truly struggling from it

- gojo doesn’t want kids outside of marriage (or should i say if not with yn), so he’s definitely careful with it.

- yes, it is indeed sy11 that birthed the sequel :’) i had that scene in mind before sn was even finished

[lilquokka04]

Ok, I just want to mention this, something about Chan's throat is attractive and I really want to bite him on the Adam's apple, not enough to hurt him but enough to leave a mark. And I imagine he'd be whining and writhing below you as you do so.

Minors DNI

Oooh for sure. Everything about that man just makes me want to bite. Especially with how pale his skin is 🫣 I bet marks would look really pretty.

He'd be working on music like normal while you're curled up in his lap, face buried in his neck. But you start to get bored so you just start leaving little kisses all over his throat, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. But his laughing quickly turns to gasps and moans as you start sucking marks onto his pale skin, licking and biting to your heart's content as he squirms under you. His focus is long gone and all he can think about is how pretty his neck is gonna look when you're done. By the time you're done he's one touch away from busting in his shorts 😔

I didn't find much, but when you can see the veins in his neck I just wanna 🥴

[gallawitchxx]

doshi’s delightful picrew ✨🥹

holy moly, our very own @doshiart MADE A PICREW & IT IS SO CUUUTE! thank you for your art, thank you for tagging me to play & also to @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy @michellemisfit

@energievie @palepinkgoat & @firecrxtch for inviting me too! <3

buns & birkenstocks 🖤

tagging @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @catgrassplantdad @whatwouldmickeydo

@thisdivorce @crossmydna @creepkinginc @jrooc & @deedala if you want! if not, i’m sending you love across the interwebs! xx

[bunnywanted]

Lmao i told my partner i was a pillow princess and her eyes just lit up and then lifted me up in the air out of happiness-

psa to any pillow princesses: you are someone’s literal wet dream and if your partner doesn’t make you feel that way go and find someone that will 💖

[kiwiplaetzchen]

*sets a plate with an extra large fairy cake topped with a singular shiny, golden candle in front of Nosy's nest*

Happy Mine Day.

You absolute menace.

Happy Mine Day 💚🧁

Nosy was busy adoring his treasures when a shiny golden light suddenly caught his attention. His sparkly eyes widened, fixating on the gleaming beacon of brilliance. Abandoning his current conquest, a particularly captivating silver badge, Nosy scurried towards the source of the golden glow.

There it was - a sight that made his heart skip a beat! A plate adorned with an extra-large cake! Nosy blinked, his small heart fluttering with excitement. A cake for Nosy? A whole cake? For this humble Niffler? The very thought seemed too good to be true. Well deserved, of course, but still so unexpected.

Nosy's gaze darted back and forth between the sugary, creamy delight and Sebastian. With each passing second, the Niffler's excitement grew, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

His tail began to wag furiously, and with a bound, he leaped towards his beloved wizard. His tiny claws finding purchase as he scrambled up to Sebastian's face to shower him with affectionate pecks and kisses, his happy honking sounds filling the air.

A few moments after his wet display of affection, Nosy gracefully descended from the Niffler Papa, and with a decisive huff, the little master of flames extinguished the golden candle. Time to dig in!

Diving snout-first into the cake, Nosy savoured the sweet taste of victory with each delectable bite. It was so delicious! And yet, amidst his indulgence, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Pausing for just a moment, the little Niffler pondered before reaching a conclusion.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Nosy carefully selected a sizable portion of the cake, cradling it in his little paws. With purposeful steps, he waddled over to Sebastian once again, offering him the (in Sebastian's hands rather small) morsel with a honk of generosity while still wagging his tail incessantly.

Nosy would always share everything with Sebastian. That's how it always has been, and that's how it always will be.

With a gentle nuzzle of his head against Sebastian's hand, Nosy looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude and devotion. The two of them had been together for so long now, a constant companion through thick and thin, partners in crime, friends, and family rolled into one.

Every day with Sebastian was an adventure, filled with laughter, mischief, and love. And as he settled against Sebastian's side, Nosy knew that no matter what the future held, he and Sebastian would face it together, forever bound by their unbreakable bond.

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Art by the amazing @lil-grem-draws The very first Nosy fan art, and I love it so so much! Thank you once again, Lily!! 💚🌸🥹

[dinosaurwithablog]

My cheesecake and my goth wedding cake were the hit of the wedding party, but the best part of the day was watching my son get married to the love of his life!!! It doesn't get much better than that!!! I'm exhausted from all the baking, but the biggest challenge for me was getting the cake to the wedding. I held it on my lap for the hour and a half drive. It almost bit the dust one time, but thankfully, I caught it. Whew. Everyone loved the evil hands in between the layers. This is what the cake looked like inside. It was beautiful 😍

It was very striking when we sliced it. I never made a cake of that magnitude. I'm so glad that I pulled it off. It's been a great day for me, and I hope that it's a great day for you all as well 😊 🙏🏼 😁😍🥰 love is in the air. Take a deep breath. ❤️💜🖤

[samyelbanette]

Found a photo of our men on Mirko's Instagram and thought you might want to see it

👀

Camera! Enhance!

Look at those slutty pants. 🥰 My beloved is so handsome. Your beloved is…also there. 😅

[osiris-iii-bc]

One of my favourite terzo writers ever™️ and artists™️ and general headcanon sharer™️ overall just a lovely talented interesting person™️ 💜

Said by another great Terzo writer and fellow Terzopolitus enjoyer (this is so important), is this a dream?? ✨

[eureka-its-zico]

hi! i am reading "chaos in their bones" and i just wanted to let you know, that it is honestly one of the best stories i have ever read. your writing is truly magnificent. this story is a big comfort for me, as i am going through a hard time and i just wanted to say thank you for that. i wish you the best, always.

🥲😩 omg nonnie! Thank you so much! I am incredibly sorry to read that you are currently going through something. I am beyond humbled that my fic is able to comfort you in some way. I am sending you lots of hugs, lots of love, and good vibes 🖤 much love

[lawrence-songs]

I hope it's not too strange to say, but I think meeting you (the person) made me realise how much of a "blorbo" you (Sammy) are ? To me ? I genuinely haven't realised how strong this feeling was before pffh. I get too excited seeing your reblogs /pos

- @bendyy-blog

It is an honor and a privilege just to be blorbofied. /ref

[endless-ineffabilities]

psa ~ a lot of you might be aware of a recent exchange I had with a very tactless coward of an a**hole anon, from whom I received some very nasty words.

I've since deleted those posts. I shouldn't have even interacted with such rude messages, considering how incredibly mindless and insignificant those were. What a stain to have had those up on here.

In other news... this world was never meant for a fire like yours part three.one (lovers adrift) out in...

3... 2... 1...

[josephseedismyfather]

📻 for Austin! (why can I reply as omen-speaker but not send asks, auuhhgh)

Hello friend! 👋🏻 Thanks for this ask about Austin! 🥰 So sorry for the delay!

Prompt from this post.

And because I'm indecisive af, another random choice!

This song was put on Austin's playlist when I started his back story fic, separate from him and John's main. (I have a ridiculous amount of side stories 🫣) The fic is a detailed account on how Austin became the dirty cop Johnny dug his claws into in Rome, Georgia. It has turned into a somewhat deep dive into police brutality. This song just puts me in the mood when I write it.