#weird anon

[muffinsin]

Hey muffin. A lot of people tend to write the sisters as Cat like. With the purring and tendencies. I know you've mentioned it before. Along those lines how do you think they would react, if at all, to a laser pointer? I saw an image of this somewhere and was wondering what you thought.

Absolutely! HC them as cats is funny

*I need this meme of Alcina throwing the canon table*

(Post mentioned about purring and cat tendencies : here)

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

She sees the red laser dot immediately, and immediately her head turns in its direction

You see her study it, almost. Maybe, to deem if it’s worth her time

Bela is the type to attempt to play it cool, really

Yes, she has this urge to catch it, but doesn’t want to make it obvious

As the laser pointer dot is moved to her bed, she will, slowly and elegantly, move over to sit on it

If it’s moved to a wall, she will get up and stand next to it, but not pay the dot any mind at all

In fact, she will do her best to seem uninterested in the shiny thing

And it does appear to others like she isn’t interested at all, until…

SLAP

Her hand slaps over the dot, with her sharp nails out and digging into the wall

Of course, she dislikes this feeling

She jumps and swarms, higher than you’ve ever seen, and pulls her nails back out, just to immediately tackle and cover the dot again

When you move it, she lifts her hand, confused how her prey got away

She keeps following the dot, and tries to slap her slap over it again, slow, steady movements

Bela has a bit of a fragile ego at times

Allow her to catch the dot and only continue a while after, or she will deem it as

“Stupid, below her, not worth it anyway” and ignore it entirely while she pouts

You might want to be careful, too

Bela- she has her eyes on the dot, yes. However…

She will figure out where it’s coming from

Cassandra

A toy? A toy!

She is already chasing after it the second the sees it

Doesn’t matter what is in the way, either

Chairs? She’ll knock them over trying to catch the stupid little, glowy dot

Tables? She flings herself across them

Curtains are pulled down and walls are scratched

Vases are shattered and decoration flies about the place when Cassandra mindlessly jumps into them

Cassandra already likes glowing things. This is the best, though

Cassandra, despite not as much as her younger sister, can be very energetic at times

And very stubborn

She won’t rest until she has the damn dot

When she clasps her hands over it and it disappears, she tilts her head in confusion

She isn’t quite sure what the laser pointer is or does, but knows she wants that dot

She runs into walls and slips on the floor, but keeps chasing the damn dot

You’ll need to move it fast, and everywhere

Cassandra wants this challenge

She attempts to bite the air to catch it, to no avail

Only once has the laser pointer almost been taken from you

When you played as usual and kept aiming it, and spotted Bela sitting in the corner, reading her book

You aren’t sure why you couldn’t help but aim the enticing red dot right at her forehead

Of course, Cassandra tackled her sister to get the dot

With her sister holding her up by the collar of her dress and Cassandra hanging unusually calmly- merely pouting- the laser pointer was snatched from you

Cassandra claims she’s killed the dot

Daniela

Ah, Daniela. It seems, she has endless energy

Luckily, this is a good way of letting most of it, if not all, out

Daniela immediately chases after the dot

Immediately. Its attack on sight

Like her sister, she doesn’t care what she knocks over or destroys in the process

She’s having her fun, and Alcina could never be angry with her anyway! At least never for long

Daniela can be occupied for hours, merely to chase the little dot

She loves when it’s high in the air and she needs to jump and swarm to get it

Unlike her sisters, she attempts to bite it rather than catch it with her hands, most of the time

When she does so and the dot disappears, as her head covers it, she immediately whines

She doesn’t know, it’s now merely at the back of her head because she’s covering it

When she turns around and crosses her eyes upon finding the dot on the tip of her nose, you aren’t fast enough to react

With her hands slapping against her own nose, you only hear a whine and a long, drawn out “Ouwwwwww!”

You are demanded to kiss it better

After this, the hunt goes on

It keeps going for hours and hours, with Daniela laughing and giggling nearly constantly, bouncing about the room like a little ball trying to catch the laser pointer dot

When you notice her energy slowly drain, you move the laser pointer less drastically

With a bite into the air again, you turn it off. Daniela is sure, she’s caught it, and makes a comment about it tasting like a mouse

At last, she flops down on top of you, snuggling and dozing off, demanding head scratches and plenty of kisses for her job well done

[celestialwhoree]

that new sweet sweaty man chapter has me vibrating like a jar of bees

Okay Cleopatra!!!

[princelylove]

Hiii can i ask how would female Johnny be with a female s/o? (i mean because of the time period) and if she would be any different from male Johnny? thank you 😊 -Weird anon

No, no. I see the vision.

Fem Johnny is relatively the same. She's masculine rather than gender-conforming, and tends to place her value in her performances. She doesn't really care about the whole 'ohh, women shouldn't be out doing these kinds of thiiings' bullshit, she likes to race, so she's gonna race.

She probably figured out she likes girls from all the po- ... from all the lovely women she's spoken to over the course of her career. Guys just don't hit the same, you know? She's got nothin' against 'em, guys are great, she Loves the attention, but when she wins a trophy she wants to see some cleavage giving it to her.

It ain't gay to like some chest. Everybody looks, it's out, it isn't her fault. Especially in the summer, when the bugs are all out..... Huh? Were we talking about something?

I don't think Johnny's really bothered about the whole girl that likes girls thing. Her father might, but she doesn't really care. Girls are pretty, and as long as she's winning and therefore bringin' home the big bucks, who's to stop her?

She's not too keen on hiding you away, even if she gets strange looks. Johnny's needy, she can't stop touching you for the twenty minutes it takes to stop by a store and pick something up. One of her favorite activities is taking her horse out for a little walk- with you in her arms, praising her for the whole ride, bumpy or not.

[ask-jetthehawk]

Do you like Men? Do you kiss? BOYS?

Da fuq?

[yandere-kokeshi]

Lemme sniff your booty hole 👃 👃

not these again 😭😭🙏

[fateunwritten-if]

You seriously can't fight your own battles? Why are you even writing Interactive Fiction?? Does that make any sense to you? Need a little girl to defend you against the big bad haters 🤣🤣🤣, omg that is funny as fuck.

I almost didn’t respond to this because I honestly did not want to give you the time of day. But all I’m going to say i don’t care. I don’t need someone to defend me. The reason steph defends me and I defend Steph is because we are friends. I’m not sure if you know what a friend is but a friend of someone who will stand by your side and support you. And the reason I don’t “fight my own battles” is because (excuse my French) I don’t give a fuck. I really don’t. I read most of the hate comments and I laugh. So stop being such a “stupid bitch” yourself.

[amnottrak-official]

you're a cuck

actually that's impossible bc I'm aroace 😎

[detective-slenderman]

What do you think lesbians are attracted to in women that lesbians can’t be attracted to in men?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives woman-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait women have that men can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

I am a teenager running a slenderman blog. You are annoying and I do not have to explain or justify my orientation to you.

They hate to see a bi lesbian winning

[that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you]

if you are that upset about Taylor and Matty, and that disappointed in her you can leave the fandom, no one's gonna miss you, not even taylor

If you're that upset about me, a random person, (rightfully) expressing their opinions about something, then block me or maybe just leave tumblr because anon hate is honestly a pretty bitchy and cowardly thing to do and the first rule of tumblr is to block anyone who upsets you and if you can't even follow that, then just leave.

No one's gonna miss you, darling 😘

[mrsbsmooth]

I really hate reality

It's me and my fictional boyfriend against the world. If you're gonna bash my fictional boyfriend, I'll fucked you up real good, aling with your friends.

My fictional boyfriends would destroy your fictional boyfriends, sincerest apologies 'bout it.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Like you really on Anon talking shit. That’s mad weird 😭😂😂

Like you want me to write happy ass stories and I’m not a happy ass person?

ITS FAN-FICTON. Get over yourself, you see something you don’t like, DON’T READ IT!

None of my stories have black women that have to prove that they need to be loved. Shit in Your the Only Girl for Me, Jey wants to love on Airielle but she won’t let him so what in the actual fuck are you going on about?

All falls down came from some shit that happened to me a couple of years ago and I wanted to write about it. But don’t come on my page saying I’m what’s wrong with the black community those are fighting words 😂😂.

Some ppl be so entitled it’s crazy smh.

[muffinsin]

Hi muffin just read the 'Dimitrescu sisters falling for reader but being too Worried of scaring you to engage with you' drabble and was hoping that you might continue it with the s/o not being scared and actively trying to engage with them. But like fluffy rather than angsty. Maybe with the s/o having to do the leg work for a relationship instead of the sisters. Weird anon

Absolutely, it’s a pleasure! :) had to pull this one to the front while the ref. post is still fresh XD the post referenced can be found here

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

As days grow into weeks and you keep up your little notes of recommendations, you notice multiple things

1), Bela does read them. Each and every recommendation

2), she has left you ones of her own in the form of the top book on the pile that is to be set back to the shelf

3), she seems to be avoiding you

And she is. Bela can’t help but think: will you flee should she attempt contact?

So far yet, Bela has considered you entirely unsuspecting to her adoration towards you

This is proven wrong one day, however

She flies back to her room as she usually does, aware you’ve long finished cleaning it

Like normal, she snatches the little slip of paper left on her desk, her back hitting the bed as she reads it, expecting another recommendation

But this time, it reads something entirely new

“Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture”

Her breath hitches. She knows the quote, and searches her entire bookshelf until she finds the book it is from

Maybe you invented a new game? Maybe now she has to search for the quotes?

Still, she can’t help but hope, dream you mean her

The next day, a new quote awaits her on the slip of paper. This time however, it is left on the dining table for her to find

She is the first to arrive, thankful her sisters can’t spot her blush when she reads the note

“I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world”

Bela suddenly feels your eyes on her, her blonde hair whipping in the air as she realises she is alone with you

It’s another good two or three minutes until her family will join her at the dinner table

No other maiden is here, merely you

Bela gulps as you walk towards her, her eyes nervously flashing to the side.

Will you call her out on her notes? Will you be upset?

No, neither

She gasps and blushes like a damn maiden herself when you’re in front of her and, upon attempting to take a step back, the back of her thighs hit the table

She nearly stumbles, her cheeks burning bright pink as your hands shoot to her hip and arm to steady her

You’re entirely too close for her to hope to conceal her attraction to you

“Careful, Milady. We wouldn’t want you to fall”, you speak

She’s never actually heard you talk and she finds, she is in love with your voice too

Bela can’t help but chuckle at your words. Your concern is a little late, for she has fallen, so hard, for you

She notices, you’re not letting go of her hip, and your hand slides up her arm and cups her warm cheek

She feels, for the first time in her reborn life, like a deer in the headlights. She can’t even breathe, only stare wide eyed at you

You don’t think she’s a monster? Impossible

“You have beautiful eyes, Lady Bela”, you admit. She instinctively closes them, her head attempting to turn and failing to do so with your hand on her cheek

If it wasn’t for her adamant blush and shaky breaths, you would be worried you understood her notes and glances all wrong

When Bela does look at you again, you’re impossibly close

Your breath tickles her lips

“You’re…unique. I can’t help but feel drawn towards you”, you whisper, and you’re honest with your words

There isn’t much you know of her yet, but her room has told you a few things

Such as her taste in books, mostly literature, a few romance books hidden away in the corners. Her little secret, it seems

She’s extremely neat and organised, all has a proper place in her room, and a proper pattern she follows

She loves lavender. There’s multiple lavender scented things- candles, soaps, perfumes, pillows- in her room

You wonder if this is to cover up the smell of blood she carries with her

Something you now come to realise about her?

Bela is adorably shy

The poor thing is so focused on her work at all times, she has little idea how to act around someone she likes and shows interest in her

Bela gasps when you raise your hand, your sleeve caught between your thumb and index fingertip as you brush it along her bloodied lips

Her eyes closed again, contentedly. She wishes her family will take their sweet time. She doesn’t want this moment to end

“I believe, you have me wrapped around your finger, my beautiful Bela”, you whisper boldly

She watches you lean in slowly, her hands gripping the table edge as she leans forwards, so eager to taste your lips with hers

With a hum, this wish is granted, and your hand on her cheek merely keeps her against you as you share a loving kiss

Cassandra

Despite what she thinks, you are not at all oblivious to her presence

How could you be, when she is there constantly as you work?

Not that you mind. You enjoy her company greatly, even if she is quiet and stays distant

It’s nice not to be alone, while not having to worry about fixing an awkward silence

Cassandra’s lounging spot, right above you and near the warm heat rising from the furnace, is poorly hidden if only one looks up

However, you don’t allow her to notice you spotting her yet. You know, this would make her leave

After all, she’s far too adorable, leaning against her palm as she watches, almost dreamily, all day every day

You find yourself intrigued and attracted fast

It’s no surprise, really. A blind woman could tell Cassandra is beautiful

You don’t know much of her personality, only what she lets on by what she commissions

You find fast, Cassandra knows her weapons

She prefers fast ones, and swords

She enjoys swords greatly, yet rather to look at than use. The times you’ve- admittedly- let your eyes linger on her in the distance whenever she is seen dragging new prey in the castle, she’s never had a sword attached to her side

Daggers, and her signature weapon- a sickle

Cassandra is described as brutal and dangerous, and it intrigues you

You can’t help but to like the thought of this dangerous and sadistic, “monstrous” (although you can’t see her this way, even when you are not blind to what she does to the staff), and bloodthirsty woman becoming this flustered, tamed, dreamy woman around you

Sometimes, you turn your head upwards a little, just to see her quickly turn into her swarm

It’s adorable to fluster her. She’s adorable, you settle on

You begin attempting to court her, using gifts and additions to her commissions she seems to like on her weapons, even metallic hearts, which she seems to be a big fan of!

Never does she leave a gift of yours untouched or denied

Yet, she seems oblivious to it all, to the implications behind them

You don’t blame her. You wonder, has anybody ever tried courting her?

You don’t mind upping your efforts- you’ll just need to try harder

Cassandra feels painfully flustered at the many hearts she receives. It’s her favorite thing, really!

In a way, she hopes: is this for her? To show you like her?

To show you accept her?

She is a predator

She is sadistic

She does enjoy gore and killing and the screams of her victims

She is a monster in every way

Could you possibly love her despite all of this?

With all of this?

Cassandra finds something strange at her door next- a beautiful, silver crown

She blushes at the small realisation- you know she prefers silver rather than gold…she has never asked for a gold weapon, she supposes. Always iron or silver

A crown, though?

She doesn’t understand. What is she supposed to do with a crown?

As she lifts it from the floor, she realizes the small letters carved in italic at the inner side of the crown, where only she could see them

“A crown fit for a queen”

She curses at herself for blushing like a damn maiden and smiling wide and foolishly like Daniela

She isn’t supposed to like such stuff! She isn’t supposed to want your arms around her, nor to be held and fight alongside you…

Yet, she can’t help but put the crown on her head, unsure as she stands in front of a lengthy mirror

She looks…pretty. She likes it, she decides

It’ll be her own little secret. Mother doesn’t have to know about it

Bela doesn’t

Daniela definitely can’t know about this

Cassandra is once again lounging on her favourite spot when she sees you craft something rather unusual:

A sword, a beautiful one at that

With the Dimitrescu sigil embedded in it, a yellow gemstone at the bottom of the rich, leather handle, and small hearts adorning it

She can’t help but lean a little closer. She’s so curious

What masterpiece have you crafted now?

This is, when Cassandra leans a little too far down and forwards in her eagerness to see

With a loud shriek and a mess of flies around her, she falls, right through the warm steam that forbids swarming, and into your muscular arms

She’s blushing and gasping, caught bridal style and held in a way she has never been before

“Good day, Lady Cassandra”, you can’t help but blurt out, the sword held in your hand as you steady her in your arms

In return, you merely receive adorably wide, golden eyes, even with her lazy eye, and parted lips you yearn to taste

You know, you must use this opportunity to act before she is off again

Her gasp is once again swallowed by your lips when you push them against hers quickly, merely pecking them before she swarms away, bumping first into the pillar, then brokenly swarming out the door

Daniela

She sighs dreamily as she watches, every day, until you’re done with your work in the garden for the day

Sometimes she does this from the safety of her room, so far up and away you have no chance of seeing her

At other times, she watches from the library

The view is better there, and the room feels cosier

More alive

Less lonely

Of course, you notice her

You notice the longing glances that go your way, belonging to the the beautiful creature sitting at the library’s window

She looks so lonely, so sad and dreamy, yet so captivating, so beautiful and stunning

Her reputation is the one of a siren, luring people in and slaughtering them. A monster. A villain. The worst of the bunch

But, you see past such lies

You see the woman yearning for attention and love

The dreamy glances, the gloved, petite fingertips that rest gently against the cold window

It’s as if she is reaching for you, only when her mind is distracted enough and she cannot stop herself from doing it

She’s desperate for touch. For love. You want nothing but to give her both unconditionally

Sweet Daniela Dimitrescu has you wrapped around her fingers before you even interact with her once

You notice her stares, see her eying the flowers outside

You don’t understand why she won’t visit you outside. Why she won’t pluck the flowers she so dearly seems to want

Very well- if she won’t take one for herself, you will simply deliver them for her, you decide

You bring her ones, and smile when you see the enthusiastic smile on her face in return

It’s as if her smile brights up not only her face, but the entire room

She tends to them, and folds them into a flower crown as she sits at the window, too occupied to notice it is now you who cannot take your eyes off her

When she sets the crown on her head, you nearly accidentally push the shovel into your boot instead of the dirty ground

She’s beautiful

Yet, all too soon, the flowers die in the warm castle, and her expression turns sad

You find out, it’s an expression you don’t want to see on her face. It has no place on it at all

You quickly come up with a plan to change her frown, and it works!

Daniela adores the paper flowers left for her. She turns them into a bouquet, and all too eagerly carries them with her

One day, she sits at the window seat at the library yet again, tracing the snowflake as it turns into a drop of icy water than runs down the glass

She jumps upon seeing you in front of her, your fingertip pressing against hers with only the glass separating you two

Daniela blushes at this

Could it be?

She drags her fingertip down, her breath held

But, you follow, and yet again yet it where hers is

She beams at you. You understand!

She watches with wide, golden eyes as you breathe on the glass, turning about a third of it foggy

You adore the giggle that is pulled from her cherry lips when you trace a flower in the foggy area with your gloved finger

Daniela grins widely, repeating your action at the bottom part of the window

She traces a heart there, with a small smiley drawn inside

You adore her mind

Daniela groans as she hears you being called over to continue your work, a small pout back on her lips

Why must she be so adorable?, you wonder

Yet, her pouty expression is quickly replaced with a flustered one when you wink at her and blow her a kiss before you leave to continue your work

[midsummermoon20]

girl what gameplay? you literally have no gameplay on your blog. just say you dont wanna share your sim lol.

?? If you scroll back far enough, I DO sometimes post personal gameplay, although I'm doing it less nowadays because I am trying to build a savefile and working on my build channel.

I also share PLENTY of sims when I get the time/chance, as you can also see on my blog.

People are allowed to post things and not share them.

It's also weird to think that just because someone isn't posting all of their personal gameplay, it means that they aren't playing the game LOL

[randooffthestreet]

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.infinitycow.eplay

yeah, um I'm not searching that. I searched infinity cow Google play and all that popped up was some blog answering saying the link was broken so...yeah. no thanks.

[scratchtovoid]

A) Some of y’all are no fun.

B) For the record no massive businesses with shareholders were merged by a marriage contract in my sapphic revenge fic

C) Damn really hit me with “incongruity” and “derivative” in one comment. I’m slightly impressed!

[leezlelatch]

whats ur opinion on the princess bride

My grandparents were Sicilian, so I will trust that you understand how dangerous it is to be speaking to me right now.