#//i am lurking between blogs hey

[yiichan]

Pove your blog! Pls could you write about yandere woozi and wonu next?

pairings. yandere!woozi x yandere!wonwoo x gn!reader word count. 1k. genre. yandere, request

warnings. obsessive behaviour, violence, rough treatment, mentions of cheating, mentions of polyamory, reader is the cheater, literal ankle breaking, sadism.

writer's notes. thanks for 'poving' my blog haha. you never said anything about whether you want it to be a short story or headcannon or member x member, so i'm just going to go ahead with this. honestly i shocked myself because i think it's the first time i'm writing something like this. once again, i do not condone this kind of behaviour in real life.

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"Where are you going?"

You froze mid-lace, looking over your shoulder at Jihoon. He stood there, arms crossed, brow raised, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

"Just outside," you replied, feeling his stare heavy on you. You focused on tying your shoes, but before you could stand, his hand landed firmly on your shoulder, pressing you back into place. Startled, you turned slightly, only to see Jihoon looming close behind, his expression shrouded in shadows from the dim light.

"It's late," he said, voice low, his grip unyielding. "It’s not safe for you to be out there alone."

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady as you pried his hand away. "Jihoon, please—"

"You're going out to see Wonwoo, aren’t you?" His voice was ice, each word landing like a blow. A chill prickled down your spine. You shook your head, turning fully to face him.

"Jihoon, it's not—"

“I know exactly what’s been going on.” His words were a whisper, but his eyes held a storm. He leaned closer, and for the first time in your three years together, you saw a side of Jihoon you’d never seen before—cold, calculating, a darkness lurking behind his gaze. "Do you even know Wonwoo?"

"I—"

"Save it." His finger pressed against your lips, silencing you. His face inched closer until his breath was warm against your cheek, his grip firm as he lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Enough with the excuses, darling."

Guilt gnawed at you. You had betrayed him, that much was true. Jihoon was always locked away in his studio, composing, chasing his dreams for a future he promised would be for both of you. You had tried to be supportive, to be patient, but the loneliness had become unbearable, and in your moments of weakness, you found comfort in Wonwoo. Wonwoo, who listened, who was present, who made you feel seen. But with Jihoon right in front of you now, the weight of your choices bore down on you.

“I’m just trying to give us a future,” Jihoon murmured, his fingers tracing your jaw, his voice soft yet chilling. "You don’t need to run to him.”

Unable to look him in the eye, you shifted your gaze away, but Jihoon’s hold didn’t waver. He released you after a moment, straightening, his expression unreadable.

“Wonwoo isn’t in his apartment anyway.”

The doorbell rang, breaking the thick silence between you and Jihoon. Relief flooded through you, but it was short-lived. Jihoon scoffed, casting a sideways glance at you before strolling over to the door.

Your breath hitched when you saw who was standing there. Wonwoo leaned against the doorway, a sly smile curving his lips. "I’m not late, am I?"

"Wonwoo? What are you doing h—?"

"Not at all. You’re right on time, hyung." Jihoon’s voice cut through your question as Wonwoo stepped inside, closing the door with a casual flick of his wrist. "Hey, babe," Wonwoo greeted, his eyes sharp as they met yours.

Your stomach twisted in confusion. Hyung? Since when did Jihoon and Wonwoo know each other? Your mind scrambled for answers, but before you could speak, Wonwoo knelt down in front of you, a dark glint in his eyes as he reached for your shoelaces.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice smooth and deceptively warm as he slowly untied your shoes, “I thought Jihoon was kidding when he asked me to keep an eye on you. But I understand why now. You certainly have a way of keeping us both on our toes.”

His tone was soft, almost tender, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it—a veiled hostility that made your skin prickle. You pressed your hands to the floor for support, shifting back as he removed your shoes, fingers brushing a little too slowly over your ankles.

“But I never expected you’d try to seduce me like that, babe.” Wonwoo’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes not leaving yours even as Jihoon stood over him, watching with an unnerving calm.

Trapped between their gazes, a shiver ran down your spine.

Wonwoo’s grip tightened around your ankle, and you let out a yelp of pain, instinctively trying to pull yourself away. “Wo—”

“Don’t struggle, darling,” Jihoon murmured, a disturbing calm in his voice as he watched Wonwoo hoist you up, dragging you effortlessly with him. You kicked out with your free leg, desperate to break away, but Jihoon caught it with ease, his fingers wrapping around your ankle like a vice. He ran his nails over your skin, a soft graze that sent a jolt of fear through you, before his gaze flicked up, dark and unfeeling.

"I’ve known Wonwoo hyung for a long time,” Jihoon continued. “If you’d only asked, maybe I would’ve agreed to share.” His words sent a chill through you, and you thrashed against their hold, heart pounding, but the two of them remained unfazed.

Suddenly, you felt yourself yanked forward with force, your body skidding across the floor as Wonwoo took control, gripping both ankles now as he dragged you unceremoniously toward the bedroom. Your hands clawed at the ground, panic surging through you, but Wonwoo’s hold was unbreakable, his smirk mocking your futile resistance.

“And yet,” Jihoon’s voice drifted from behind, cold and scornful, “just the other night, I heard you were out clubbing—with some other guy who wasn’t hyung.”

A shiver tore through you, and you realized that the Jihoon and Wonwoo you thought you knew were gone, replaced by something far darker and more dangerous. You opened your mouth, desperate to scream for help, but a sinking realization hit you—it was useless. Wonwoo dragged you into Jihoon’s recording studio, the soundproof walls swallowing any chance of your cries reaching the outside world. The door clicked shut behind you, Jihoon blocking the only escape.

“Shall we begin your punishment, babe?” Wonwoo’s voice was smooth, dripping with malice, his grip unrelenting as he held you in place. Jihoon leaned against the closed door, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes watched you with a disturbing calm.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through your ankles, and you screamed, the sound ringing in your ears yet muffled by the padded walls. Tears gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision as your legs fell to the floor weakly. A gentle finger wiped them away, as you were slowly lifted and embraced by someone behind you. "Now you'll never leave any one of us, darling."

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[lees-chaotic-brain]

I am in the mood for some angst/comfort for Gojo Satoru. So I will like to request Gojo being unsealed but being in the box managed to break him (mentally and physically). Reader (you can choose if platonic or romantic) nurses Gojo back to health and promise to help him become the person he used to be.

WC: 2.2k

CW: SPOILERS, major manga spoilers, mentions of character death, swearing, non sexual nudity, surviving unrealistic periods of time without eating or drinking, reader makes korean food (sorry this is the only type of food i know how to make), atrophied muscles

Note: thank you so much for this ask nonnie!! it's been a little while since i've written some good angst/comfort for gojo, which was what initially got this blog started!!

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The first time you saw Gojo after he had been sealed your heart broke. His usually vivid and bright eyes were dull and lifeless, deep purple bags marring the pale skin beneath them. You’ve known him for over a decade, but for the first time since you met him he looks…mortal. Forcing a grin that was clearly meant to look cocky, he staggered over to you.

“Hey guys!! What’s up? Bet you missed me. Where’s everyone else? I thought you guys would at least have the decency to throw a massive party for me when I made my return.”

Despite his lighthearted tone, you could see the fear he was so  desperately trying to hide lurking in his eyes. Unable to say anything, you gave a miniscule shake of your head, your own eyes filling with tears. If his appearance broke your heart, then his reaction to you shaking your head stomped on the remaining fragments.

His carefree facade dropped, and bone-deep despair replaced it. Gone was the happy go lucky man known as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world, the man who loved kikufuku, the man who enjoyed messing with his students just for shits and giggles. In his place stood a man who had lost more than he could afford to, a man who was weary, too tired to go on.

He had been alone for so long and unable to allow him to be alone for any longer, you took a deep breath and walked up to him. He didn’t even react, just staring blankly at the ground before him as you stopped in front of him. Reaching up, you cupped his cheek in one hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Gojo.” No reaction, not even a hint of recognition towards you. “Hey, Satoru.”

He still didn’t react, and you could sense the agitation growing in the people assembled behind you. No longer caring what they thought, consequences be damned, you firmly grabbed his face between your palms, and pulled him down until his forehead rested against yours.

“Toru. My love. I missed you so much. Please come back to me.” His breath hitched, and the tears on your cheeks began falling faster. “Baby. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I’m not  going anywhere. So please, come back to me.”

His eyes shifted, settling on yours. The fog in them cleared a little and he quietly said your name, relaxing a little into your touch. 

“That’s right. It’s me. Let’s get you home, okay?” You paused, giving him a moment to respond. Once he had made a small noise of agreement you pulled away and took his hand, guiding him to your car. 

Helping him into the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but notice just how much his muscles had atrophied when you gripped his arm. While somewhat lanky, he had always been well built, with defined muscles and a solid body. Leaning across him to buckle his seatbelt, you noticed the way his once snug uniform bagged around him concerningly. Just how much had he been through since you last saw him?

The car ride to your shared apartment was silent as he leaned his head against the window and watched the world blur by. From time to time you glanced over at him, unable to comprehend how much he had changed. Pulling into your usual spot, you parked and turned the car off, watching him carefully. Continuing to stare blankly out the window, he gave no sign that he recognized where you were, or that he knew you had arrived at your house. 

Disappointed but not discouraged, you got out and walked around the car to help him out and into the building. As you walked him through the lobby and into the elevator he remained unresponsive, merely trailing after you as you led him by the hand. He showed no emotion until you punched in the code to your front door and led him inside.

The instant the door clicked shut behind you he leaned against it, sliding down until he was sitting against the door. Pulling his knees up, he buried his head in his arms and just sat there, not making a sound. Seeing the man you love sitting there so broken nearly broke you as you crouched in front of him.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause before you make contact. “Can I-is it okay if I touch you?” He doesn’t respond, so you take his silence as a yes. Squeezing in between his side and the wall, you sit beside him and wrap your arms around him the best you can. You sit there for a long period of time as you rub comforting circles on his back, reminding him of your presence. 

Eventually the silence is broken by a loud gurgle from his stomach, reminding both of you that it’s been seventeen days since he last ate anything. Pulling away, you stand up. 

“Love. Let’s get you something to eat, okay?” You help him to his feet, and get him situated at the kitchen counter wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. Turning on the kettle for tea, you open your refrigerator and survey its contents. Seeing as it’s been weeks since you went shopping it’s practically empty. After hunting through your freezer and pantry you find a frozen pack of beef and the rest of the ingredients you need to make miyeokguk. 

Once the kettle goes off, you make him a cup of green tea with three massive spoonfuls of honey; just the way he likes it. Leaving him to nurse his drink you run to your room and change out of your filthy uniform into a pair or sweatpants and a t-shirt, throwing your hair up in a messy bun before returning to the kitchen.

You get to work, leaving the seaweed to soak as you cut, and brown the beef in a large pot. Going to the seaweed, you scrub, wring, and cut the seaweed and add it to the pot. After adding water, garlic, soy sauce, and sesame oil into the pot, you measure out some rice and wash it before starting the cooker.

You weren’t the best with emotions, or knowing how to comfort people, but to you there was nothing more intimate than taking the time to prepare a warm meal for someone you loved. If you didn’t know how to express what you wanted to say through words, you would express it through a warm bowl of soup.

When the soup was done, you ladled him a big bowl, and got out a small plate to put his rice and white kimchi on. Murmuring that you would be back, you jog into your bathroom and start running a bath for him for once he finishes eating. When you reenter the kitchen, he’s quietly scarfing down the food you made for him. Finishing the first bowl in record time, he sets it down and you refill it without him having to ask. Three large bowls later he’s done eating, and you ask him if he wants to take a bath.

He nods, and you walk with him to the bathroom, not bothering with the dishes or cleanup. That can wait. You help him pull off his uniform, and step back so he can climb into the tub. As he moves, you can see each vertebrae in his spine shifting between his skin and count each of his ribs. It pains you to see him like this, to imagine how much pain he must have endured. 

Once he was comfortably submerged you sit on the bench behind the bathtub and wet his hair. Pouring some of his expensive purple shampoo into the palm of your hand, you begin washing his hair, feeling his body relax as you massage his scalp. 

The echoing silence of the bathroom is only interrupted by the quiet splash of water and the sound of your breathing. As you gently rinse the soap from his hair, he speaks for the first time since getting home.

“Suguru?” You know exactly what he means. “That was Kenjaku, he possessed Suguru’s body after he died.”

“Ah.” Gojo leans back more and closes his eyes. “I knew it wasn’t him. What about…everyone else?”

You take a deep breath, aware that he needs to know what happened, and that you can’t coddle him, no matter how much you may want to. “Yaga, Yuki, Nobara, Nanami, Tsumiki, and Megumi.” You watch as grief contorts his features. “How?”

“Yaga was sentenced to death and killed by Gakuganji. Yuki sacrificed herself to kill Kenjaku. And Mahito got both Nanami and Nobara. Although there is a slim chance that Nobara survives.” You stop, needing to steel yourself.

“And what about Tsumiki? Megumi?” The pain is his voice is overwhelming, silent tears streaming down his face as he mourns his mentor, student and friends. “What about our kids?”

You swallow a sob, unable to stop your tears from falling. “There were these culling games, and Tsumiki became the host of Yorozu, who took over and challenged Sukuna to a fight. Sukuna, he-”

You break down in tears, needing a moment before you continue. “Sukuna used Megumi’s body to do it. Sukuna has Megumi now.” The weight of your words linger in the steamy air.

“I failed them.”

Gojo’s words were so quiet you almost missed them. “What?”

“I failed them. I was supposed to take care of them, to protect them. I’m supposed to be the strongest sorcerer in the world. Yaga. Yuki. Nanami. Nobara. Tsumiki. Megumi. It’s my fault all of them are dead. I was a damned idiot, let myself get distracted by an imposter of my dead best friend, I-”

“Shut up!” Your words ring off the tiled walls.“Just shut up!.”

“No!” He yelled, suddenly angry, although he was unsure why. “I failed them. Me. It was my job to-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the quiet fury in it brooks no room for argument. 

“You did the best you could. But you were trapped in a cube. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t even be there. I but I could, and I was. So hate me. Scream at me all you like. Tell me it’s my fault and it should have been me. I can take it. I deserve it. But don’t you ever blame yourself. You’re not a god. Some things are out of your control. I-I should’ve-”

Sobbing into your hands, you’re aware that you should be the one comforting him, but here you were, crying instead of making anything better. Sloshing water tells you that he’s moving, and you’re only given a second’s warning before you’re being tugged into the tub, clothes and all. Long arms wind around you and crush you into a warm chest, water lapping up at your neck. 

In the arms of the man you love, you finally take the time you need to grieve. You cry into his chest, feeling his body shake with the force of his own sobs. Together you cry, mourning the loss of those you love, and the children you raised together. The two of you become pruny, and the water becomes cold, but neither of you move. 

“It’s not your fault.” His words drown out the sound of your cries. “It’s not. And I would never blame you, or wish it was you. I couldn’t live without you.”

“I’m going to end this.” You speak, lip brushing against his damp chest. “I swear. I’m going to save Megumi and kill him before he kills another person. I won’t let him take another person.”

“I believe you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m useless now, but I’ll do everything I can to support you.”

“What do you mean you’re useless?” You pull away so you can look into his eyes. “You’re not useless.”

“Baby, look at me.” He lets out a dry chuckle. “Have you seen me recently? I’m pretty sure a light breeze could take me out right now.”

You frown. “Satoru, you didn’t eat, drink, or move for seventeen days. Of course you’re a little weak right now. But don’t worry. We’ll get you back in shape in no time.”

“We’ll?” He asks, vulnerability shining in his eyes. 

“We will.” You confirm, locking eyes with him. “I’ll make sure you get good food in you and I’ll work out with you. We’ll start small, but pretty soon you’ll be back to normal. Just stay with me.”

He nods. “But what about you? Do you promise to stay with me? No matter what? I meant what I said. I can’t lose you. Losing you will kill me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you.”

And curled up in his arms, you meant it. Fate be damned, you were going to stay by his side until the end of time.

[slutforpringles]

Hey Jaimie, I just wanted to come on here and say thank you for all your contributions to the DR3 fandom. Whether it’s fighting for Daniel’s rights on Reddit or posting all the latest news, you’ve become somewhat of a lifeline for me. Your highlighted articles are my favourite to read, because it keeps me up to date with everything that’s happening. I truly hope you know how appreciated you are here, and I hope that the community that you’ve built here stays around for a long time, despite the recent news. Thank you for your dedication and positivity. Take care!

Hey, I know you sent this earlier today and I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply, but I wanted to sit down and write a proper response. Getting this message was genuinely so lovely and I can't tell you how much it meant to me to hear that my tumblr has been able to be a positive place for someone 💞

I know I've very rarely been super personal on here, but this sport and this fandom has come to mean a lot to me, so I wanted to use this moment to express my gratitude to the dirlies (gn) and this community.

I was first introduced to F1 through friends while I was living in Europe in 2019 through DtS. I knew from the first moment I saw Daniel he was my favourite. I was immediately enamoured by his vivaciousness and that unabashed joy for life that exudes from every fibre of his being. But I was busy studying overseas and just didn't have the time to be fully bitten by the F1 bug.

I came home at the beginning of 2020 and between the pandemic, lockdowns and my personal life going toooootally to shit I was in a pretty bad place. And it was after a few months of struggle and wallowing that somehow my youtube algorithm landed me on a video of Daniel. I was hooked and very quickly worked my way through highlights, interviews, social media clips, all the funny videos, then each race highlight video as it came out in 2020, which led into every single WTF1 podcast (🙃😂) from 2020. The amount of google searches I did trying to learn all these racing and engineering terms and technical phrases I hadn't come across before (I distinctly remember googling what "box, box" meant because I had no effing clue what it meant 😂). I read every article I could about the upcoming season and the insane hype of Daniel going to McLaren (🙃🙃🙃) and can remember that first FP1 session in Bahrain I ever watched live.

I kind of stumbled onto tumblr via reddit. As I'd been learning about and becoming obsessed with F1 and Daniel I'd made my way onto the F1 sub, and for a long time I could be found on there first learning, and then discussing (and then later arguing for and defending Daniel lol). And I think it was as reddit started becoming more and more anti-Daniel that I started spending more time on tumblr.

For a long time before I joined tumblr I lurked, reading so many of all of your wonderful posts and opinions and seeing all the beautiful and creative fics and art. The mclaren hate blogging era was some of the best (and worst) times and some of the masterpieces on here in defence of Daniel and his career are so iconic and I have referenced their points/stats/quotes so many times in defence of Daniel.

I was a bit scared to fully join tumblr and start posting but I felt really quickly welcomed into this community on here. None of my friends IRL are remotely interested in F1, and so getting to talk about it here with all of you has been such a blessing (and I think my family are probably incredibly grateful that they don't have to listen to me talk about F1/Daniel quite as much as before 😅).

I just wanted to say how incredibly grateful I am to have gotten to experience the last few years with all of you on here. It hasn't always been easy and it's been a rollercoaster - that's for fucking sure - but the highs have been SO incredible. Daniel brought so much happiness and joy and laughter into my life at a time when I really, really needed it and seeing the outpouring of love for him on here the last few days has been beautiful, despite the heartbreaking circumstances.

I don't know what the next few months will look like without Daniel in F1, but I'll be sticking around for sure. I know I'm not always the best at replying to messages or inboxes (I blame my ADHD) but I'm always here for a chat and my messages are always open💞

[coastxlwaters]

Yawns and stretches

Well uh... I wasnt planning on making one of these bc i appreciate everyone so much i cant put it into words... But ah. Lets go

This is gonna be extremely cheesy, also remember im making this half asleep and even fully awake i couldn’t explain how much i care for you all

No specific order, lit just what pops up as moot first:

@escapetheslaughters Hey Ze! I love your ideas and creativeness, even if at times i have to back away due to my uncomfortableness with ykw related topics. You are by far one of my most trusted moots even though i trust all of them with my life, and i wish i could call you my father, but im happy to atleast call you my friend

@eternal-soup Hey soup, god you have pulled me through some rough times without even knowing it. I cant tell you how much i treasure our few and far between interactions but god you are just a great person to call my friend. I cant put it into words for how muchi care for you, but if i ever hear that someone was rude to you i would go to war on your behalf

@eclipsen-smiles Hey Clips Mod, i dont know you too well but you do take up a special place in my heart, you are a very wonderful person with great character building, i wish i could say i knew you more but i respect that you find more likeness in others and not me, im just happy that i know you well enought to call you a friend

@theinfamousmaybelle hi maybelle!i dont know you too much but when we do interact it calms many of my always frazzled nerves!

@im-just-a-dumb-gay Hey Gay, oh god icant put into words how much i appreciate you. You wereone of my first ever moots and i am so happy i have had the fortune to have you in my life

@inkyucu Hey Inky! We may not interact much but i hold you near and dear to my heart, you always know the right thing to say somehow and always make my days better!

@itsahotminuteinbetween hey minute! Oh god, agajn, i cant put it into words but you are a treauredpart of my life i could have never hoped for, as i aslent lurker myself i always understand you not being able to interact much due to social anxiety and i appreciate whenever you become braveenough to interact with me, i am trying to telepathically hug u as i type this i hope you feel it-

@obsessivecelestial i havent known you for long, Celestial, but you make people i care for happier than i ever wish i could, please, please continue to be their friend because you have an untouched power for making people happy

@o-i-w-u hey Charlie! I miss when we were able to interact alot, but i still silentl lurk through your blog for memories of when we would interat alot. You pulled me through one of the roughest times i have ever had and i still appreciate the hand you offered for mine

@potatotato-26 Hey Tato, god, i miss you so much. I think about you every single day, your anxiety about uour art, your little quirks, you bring light to many people and i ask you continue to do so even if ur not in the tsams fandom anymore, u will forever be one of my role models

@strawberry-arrowtip Prime, Prime, Prime, i cant put inro words how much i just LOVE u /p, you have been there for me since my early days under the user of ’CoastxlWaters’ or ’Xellia_eclipse’ you have been one of the best role models for me and i cherish ur existence in my life, though i cant decide whether you are brother figure or father figure <3

@froggielovescoffee Oh Forrest,god your terrifying in a good way, i cant believe i have an amazing artist following me of all people, much less being able to call you a friend!

@h-didanart H, H, H H H H, god I have always loved your stuff and always will your aus fascinate me and your support for whenever I try to do something has never went unappreciated, also, you made one of my absolute bestest of friends as happy as they are, and I think you know who they are, wink wink

@just-a-normal-nova Nova I cannot stress how much I care for you, you are literally part of my family in my head, your older brother btw💥 but anyways, god i hope you get the man ur looking at and i hope you are the happiest you can ever be even if i have to someday leave you behind in my online life

@knizuu Same as your brother, Knizuu, i cant put into words how much i care baout you, i am hugging you and burying my head in ur chest out of appreciation rn

@letthebloodrunlikeariver we dont talk much but for fuck’s sake you are treasured, treasured i tell u, treasured.

@liminal---nightmare-aliza oh Liminal- oh god i miss u so much... I hope you are living a great life even ifim not even noticed in it

@loony2star LOONY, LOONY LOONY LOONY, OH LOONY, GOD I CANT PUT MY APPRECIATION INTO WORDS BUT YOU ARE- SOSOSO- GREAT? AMAZING? TREASURED? SOMETHING LIKE THAT!-

@creaturenamedchoir Choir i literally cant say anything when it comes to you, when i do all i end up seeing in my head is me hugging ur sona with my shark onesie with caption: ’Big brother’

@brightsstar i dont know u that well but ur creations lighten my mood every time i see one!

@multifandomcutie13 oh god u are so treasured in my life i think ill cry if i try to explain, even if u are ominous smt with ur messaging and get the wrong idea you are still an amazing person!

@mellonaide-skys KASHI, I think you know how much i appreciate you, i could make entire posts for every single one of my moots and you would still be in my mind waiting for ur turn to be yelled at with appreciation

@morriganfey i call u every day, u help me through some of the worst times in my life, i cant put my appreciation into words but everytime i hear your voice i smile and my self deprecating thoughts become a little less heavy, i care for you more than almost everyone else on this list. I am sorry for anyone else reading this, but Fey has heard me crying and helped me more than i could even hope for

@capring *sobs into ur chest* i care for you so much i cant tell you how much of an impact you have made on my life and not sound like im overexagerating but you certainly had a huge impact like Fey’s, i care for you deepky and wish i could flick a wand and watch yoir worrkes melt away

@librarian-computer My unbelievably anxious friend, you are treasured and u can talk to me about anything, though i do ask that u message me when u lose motivation for an rp so i can cut it off or try to help <3

@bittyfromquotev you are a role model and i cant say nothing else without sounding really, really crazily happy and i sadly have reputation to uphold

@sunny-inajar ifyou killed me i would die happily/silly but actually, you were one of the biggest motivations in my life and you continue to be, im so happy i have the continued ability to call you a moot

My hands are hurting from all this typing and i know this isn’t everyone byfar but im in more pain than i am in when doing chicken scratches to vent-

I love all of you

So much

I am so tired and slow

I hope i worded this right

But you are truly gifts in my life

Everyone of my moots and people i trust

You are all gifts

[asylumdwellermoved]

YOU! YOU'RE BACK! (you probably don't remember me we only talked, like, once, but hello xjbx)

ANYWAY UM UH what about a reader/PC seducing* Harper and getting more than what they asked for

* (could be intentional or could be Harper going "they are CLEARLY looking at me like that because they want something, yeah?")

(I REMEMBER YOU YOUR BLOG IS ONE OF MY FAVS TO LURK ON

leaning somewhat into the second option bc i love the contrast of manipulative freaks being equally delusional <3

gn!reader, gn!harper, dub/noncon)

"So, how have you been feeling?"

A newfound hesitance replaces your usual quickness to answer. You watch the bright eyes in front of you shift, possibly noticing a dullness in them that you hadn't before. Before you can wonder if it's your mind playing tricks on you, you clear your throat and smile.

"Good...! Been doing a little better lately..."

The doctor smiles back at you, clasping their hands together. "I'm glad! I assume you've been doing those techniques I gave you last week?"

You nod, trying to let the rumors swimming in your head fade to just the back of your mind as you automatically respond to their questions.

You had been seeing Dr. Harper on Fridays for a good few weeks now. Up until recently, you had been perfectly comfortable. It was nice having someone to talk to, even if they were just doing their job. You have absolutely no memory of anything bad happening in any of your sessions. It was only when you had mentioned your recent help to Sydney and saw their skin bristle and received a vague warning in response that you started to worry. Mickey remarking on the doctor's "problems" not long after definitely didn't help. You knew how dangerous this town could be, and you definitely didn't want to be on the bad side of anyone holding your physical well being above your head.

"And that recent spat with that person at your school that you told me about last week? How did that go?"

"Ah, well... they put out a cigarette on me yesterday, so I kind of feel like it's a lost cause..."

If you just... suck up to them it should be fine, right? They seem at least somewhat reasonable. Bat your eyes at them and butter them up a little, and you should be airtight.

Their eyebrows furrow in concern. "Can I see the wound?"

You nod, hesitantly unbuttoning the top of your shirt to give easier access to the burn on your collarbone.

"A few more, please? I'm going to wipe it down and apply some vitamin E gel so that it heals a bit better, I need a little more space."

You oblige, trying not to look bothered, the collar of your shirt now draping over your shoulder. They get to work on gently cleaning your wound. You choose your next words carefully.

"Hey, Dr. Harper..." You don't realize how close they are until you feel the heat of your own breath coming back onto you when you speak.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for everything. Really. I've been doing a lot better lately, and I couldn't have got here without you."

A smile crosses their lips and they hum in contentment. "You're very sweet."

"I appreciate it a lot. At this point, I don't know what I'd do without you..."

You wince a little as that last part comes out, worried you'd be pushing things. You see the look in their eyes change and you freeze. They turn their formerly fixed gaze to your face. It looks almost like it flipped some sort of switch in them.

"I'm very glad to hear that."

You flinch from the feeling of the cold gel on your skin.

"You know, just between us... You're my favorite patient."

You double take.

"A-Am I really?" You feign a smile at their strange remark.

They light up at your reaction. "Yes, really. I'm happy that the feeling's mutual."

Wait... what?

You stiffen a bit, unsure what to say. You notice that their hand is ghosting further and further from the blistering as they touch your skin. And did another button come loose?

"That said, you can come to me for anything. When you're hurt, when you're anxious, when you're upset, when you're... flustered..."

They've gotten closer. The faint hospital smell on their clothes mixed with a slight unplaceable scent feels near suffocating now. When you feel their fingers twitch a bit you notice their hands haven't left your skin.

Ah. So this is what they meant. Not the Bailey kind of scary. Something entirely different.

They hesitate for a second, but waste no time in pressing their lips against yours, pulling you into them and quickly darting their tongue out, trying to force it in. You suddenly feel smothered at the feeling of what control you had being pulled out from under you.

"Dr. Harper-...!"

They pull back, shuddering at the sound of their name on your lips before putting a hand between your legs, a heavy heat of their own pressing against your thigh, grinding softly.

"If I knew I could do this while you were lucid, I would've a long time ago..." They give a breathless giggle like it was some sort of joke, looking straight at you but showing no recognition of the horror on your face.

The look softens as you start to squirm at their touch, watching their eyes flick to your lips again when a gasp slips out. They lean in again, peppering soft, closed-mouth kisses against your lips like they weren't slipping their fingers beneath your clothes to try to get you off at the same time.

"Shhh, I need you to stay quiet for me... Don't worry, when I make sure we have some time all to ourselves soon you can be as loud as you want..." They coo at you almost like they're consoling a child.

The pleasure-induced haze in your brain keeps you from dwelling on what they mean as they keep teasing you, playing with one of your nipples through your open shirt and closely watching your reactions as they pant and moan against your ear. Unable to stop from eventually reaching your peak, you writhe against them helplessly, unconsciously bucking into their hand. A shaky gasp escapes their throat and you notice a warm, wet patch had grown on the fabric against your thigh. Your stomach turns a bit.

They lock their lips with yours again, breathing heavy through their nose, only pulling away when it starts to slow. They stare at you in what looks like a strange sort of... adoration? As they bring their fingers to their lips, slowly dragging their tongue through the mess you made. Their glazed over, half lidded eyes widen a bit when they look at the clock. "Ah- I didn't even notice the time."

They walk back to their desk, nonchalantly sitting back down, rifling through their papers before pulling a pen out. The second you get the chance, you walk out on shaky legs without saying a word.

"Client exhibiting potentially self-endangering behavior. Institutionalize at next availability."

[hwsrazzledazzle]

Hey there, everyone! As we're deep into the anthology's creation period, we've decided it's time to have the mod team introduce themselves!

Without further ado, here's the mod team of this run's anthology!

"Hey there! I’m fizzyCherryCola and I was born to be nerd trash. You can short form my name to “fizzy” if that’s easier. I started writing fanfics in January 2021, and I’ve found that I love writing. I enjoy building stories and sharing them with people, specifically, historical Hetalia stories. My OTP is FrUK, and they occupy my headspace every gosh-darn day. Poke me if you wanna chat about history, anime in general, or if you just wanna say hi! My Tumblr blog is https://fizzycherrycola.tumblr.com/ and my AO3 is https://archiveofourown.org/users/fizzyCherryCola "

"Hi, I'm Saku. I've been in the hetalia fandom since about 2010. I roleplay and write fanfic and am currently working on improving my art so I can do fanart too. I'm trans and non-binary, using he/him, or they/them pronouns and am a first gen autistic Latino residing in the USA with family from Peru and Chile. I have a general knowledge of Peruvian and Chilean history and culture as well as some ocs I need to work on, but in hetalia I usually focus on the history, current events and culture of aph South Italy, aph Prussia/east Germany, aph Iceland, aph Belarus, aph Slovakia, and aph Bulgaria. I also like history in general, video games, cats, anime, folklore, fashion, and mythology. I have a personal at Gilbertgeilschmidt.tumblr.com, and a hetalia headcanon sideblog at fioredistella.tumblr.com finally a AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/users/Saku777 "

"Hi! I am zen (she/her), a writer, a 10+ year hetalia veteran, and a Taiwanese tea connoisseur. I enjoy exploring the idea of “personifications” through a mix of history, IRL foreign relations, culture, identity, and aspects of magical realism. I tend to focus on Taiwan, as it is my home and longstanding interest, but I have also looked into surrounding nations and their relations in East Asia, as well as a wider range of topics like fashion history, Renaissance Italy, and Germany etc, stemming from close friendships and personal experiences. What is “Taiwan”? is a question I have consistently sought to answer and reflect upon throughout my time in the fandom as well as, increasingly in recent years, outside of it—a long and continuous process of learning and relearning—and I look forward to exploring that once more in this narrative-focused issue of Razzle Dazzle with you all!"

"Hey y'all! I'm Toma, a Filipino artist and writer who's been lurking around the fandom for over a decade. I use he/they pronouns, and am currently taking an MFA grad program. My interest in Hetalia ties with my fascination with narratives in history, both in regards to national narratives and the stories of people that go against that. Usually my focus tends to switch between US history and Philippine history, although I have a broader interest in Southeast Asia and occaisionally Central Europe. Aside from the use of narrative in history, I'm also interested in folklore and food history! You can find my art blog over at https://agentomato.tumblr.com/ and my personal at https://kerouacs.tumblr.com/ . I look forward to seeing what y'all will come up with!"

[mazzystar24]

idk who else to go to with this but i have so many people sending me hate because i don’t like bucktommy when i literally never even post about them????? they keep calling me toxic and a hater and i’m not i just have shipped buddie for years and i don’t vibe with tommy…. it makes me sad because this fandom used to bond over buddie so much but now i just see angry tommy fans (and admittedly some buddie fans but nowhere near as many) spreading so much hatred and rudeness while turning around and calling buddie fans toxic when we just want to ship our 6 year long standing ship… and like i said i genuinely never post about bucktommy, and if i do say something about them that can be perceived as negative then i always tag it “anti-bucktommy” and i NEVER tag it bucktommy so that they don’t have to even see it! It hurts to open up the app not knowing if i’m going to have another person calling me homophobic or a fetishizer (i’m literally queer) or calling me a toxic bitch when i literally don’t do anything but post happy buddie content 9/10 posts! and like i said i know i’ve seen some buddie accounts go to extremes and i’m not defending that, but i’ve seen people who will call out even the slightest apprehension to bucktommy as if they stepped on someone’s grave, while simultaneously bullying and harassing buddie shippers for minding their own business… like i can’t even go into the buddie tag and it’s people attacking us left and right while the bucktommy tag is nothing but everyone gushing over them… i hate that we can’t enjoy a 6 year old ship anymore because half the fandom decided to jump to this other one that has barely gotten any screentime between two characters that don’t really have chemistry with each other and they want to berate us for it and call us names. I’m not a fetishizer and I’m not toxic, I’m just a late 20s queer girl who wants to talk about buddie without a barrage of hate and insults thrown at me but I can’t do that anymore… 9-1-1/buddie used to be my safe place but now i can’t even come on tumblr because i’m worried a stan will be lurking in my asks/replies waiting to tell me how awful i am.

i’m sorry to dump all of that on you but i just opened a really nasty ask and it hurt a lot to read what they said about me and you were the first person on my dash

Hey anon!

Okay so I can already guess I’ll be late posting this cos i think I’ll be replying to this in increments throughout my day today, and also I can tell this is really bothering you so I don’t wanna just give like a short rushed answer - oh wow I actually wrote this in one sitting cos I can’t shut up once I start

Yes the fandom has been a downright mess lately and it’s like I always say, people if you wanna engage in discourse that’s your prerogative and no one is faulting you for that but it’s the utter lack of fandom etiquette these toxic fans have that’s the real issue and I also feel like as you said a huge issue is this kind of imaginary high horse they seem to have

Like I totally agree that there is like this section of toxic bucktommy fans who try to warp not liking bucktommy into being biphobic- which look if people are actually being biphobic by all means call them out but when you’re going to actual queer people who posted 166283894 posts celebrating bi buck, only to attack them for not liking the ship?? Then that’s just plain stupid I’m sorry, like being happy to have the queer rep and not liking bucktommy isn’t mutually exclusive and it’s ridiculous people are trying to make it out to be

Like I’ve personally been sent an ask like that where they implied that I was biphobic for not being a big fan of bucktommy and that “I don’t know how exhausting it is for bi people” - which I gotta say made me go what about my blog would ever make someone think ah yes straight 🤩

And thing is at the time they sent that my most note filled post was my celebration reaction meme extravaganza to getting bi buck which I feel added some fun irony to the whole thing

And calling people shipping two MEN (buddie) homophobic takes a special kind of cognitive dissonance that I gotta say I’d almost be impressed with the leaps in logic if it wasn’t so annoying

Now I personally don’t know what state the bucktommy tag is in cos I mostly stick to the 911 abc and the buddie tag but I know how the buddie tag has been and I agree the misuse of tags to make a negative space is absolutely ridiculous and again that all goes back to the etiquette part

And the fetishising thing is also just another thing that absolutely grates my nerves, because these toxic fans really need a dictionary thrown at their heads because buddie is like the polar opposite of that.

First of all a large section of buddie shippers im aware have asexual Eddie headcanons and that aside let’s say we want gay Eddie and buddie and all those things, let’s even say we want them to fuck nasty *gasp🫢* and sloppy and write 156273 smut fics where they plain fuck like rabbits (*nun faints in the background* also probably some pearl clutching occurred upon reading this),

THAT’S NOT THE POINT HERE- the point is the main appeal of buddie as a ship isn’t that ooo look two hot guys kissing; it’s the history it’s the friendship, it’s the vulnerability, it’s the will scene, the shooting, the trust, the parallels, the understanding of each other, it’s the domesticity and it’s all these moments that have nothing to do with sex or objectifying their dynamic or mlm relationships but rather shipping them because they are two people with this amazing connection and these experiences

and THAT? That’s the furthest thing from fetishisation

Now I could be controversial and talk about how SOME and some is the operative word of this sentence- SOME toxic bucktommy fans have been blatant in not really caring about the story or the characters or buck and Tommy as individuals or the team dynamic or anything other than seeing these two men kiss, these being a lot of the same fans who refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy and Tommy scenes and then will act like they somehow understand the show more than fans who’ve been here years or seen the whole show BUT I digress because I know that saying this is me basically asking for spam hate (so shhhh let’s pretend I didn’t say that 🤫)

who said that? 👀not me👀damn that’s crazy a ghost just ran across my keyboard 🙄

Anyways back to you specifically, because I really do think it bares mentioning, if you’ve been respectful to others then that’s all you can do and thank you on the behalf of everyone cos it really makes a difference, and I wanna say sorry on the behalf of every asshole who’s deciding to attack you for ridiculous reasons, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely not let it get to you I know it’s easier said than done but you know who you are and you know your intentions and some dumbass sitting behind a screen who can’t even properly comprehend what biphobia or fetishisation actually is (or worse DOES know what it is but is just using it as a way to put others down over a tv show to have an imaginary high ground) isn’t worth your time or your distress and they cannot change who you are

This part might be over explaining the obvious but in case you don’t know/ are new to tumblr or whatever: If you wanna continue to have fandom spaces as a safe place filtering should get rid of a lot of the posts and so should blocking but ofc you’ll see a few so just skip past and enjoy the content you like, if you wanna make posts and are scared of asks from toxic shippers maybe you can turn off your asks temporarily until you feel like you’re in a better place mentally to deal with it

Oooo or an idea that might work is you can ask your followers and mutuals (who are the ones most likely to be sending the nice asks) to use an emoji at the start of their asks to indicate to you that this is an ask you’ll like then you can delete any ask without that emoji without even having to look at the hate if it’s causing you that anxiety - if that makes sense?

I hope my reply somehow made you feel better and I really hope that you can have your fandom space and enjoyment back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[ensi-undertale]

Hey!

Seems you've found my blog. Welcome~

Find my ask rules, links, fics, tags and more here!

About me

My name's Ensi, I'm from the UK, in my mid-20s, and apparently spend my free time writing convoluted Undertale whump. I'm disability and LGBT friendly, also being disabled and bi myself... so feel free to include these topics in asks. On that note, I love to get asks and am really open to sharing more of my lore with you via imagines and headcanon type asks

I am an unabashed Fellswap Gold stan. I love pretty much all the main AUs, and anything angsty or dramatic. I do occasionally go on an outcode fic reading spree, but you should definitely expect more of the main AUs here!

Asks

Open.

For headcanon asks, imagines, and general fic questions.

I won't do... anything overly explicit. Other that I'm pretty chill when it comes to topics.

Click here to see the boys you can send in asks for!

My Fics

Dead Man Walking - AO3 link - Mature - Multi AU

Great. You’re doing 30 years for a crime you didn’t commit, the prison guards are trying to kill you, and now your face graces TV sets across the country. It’s a good job you’ve made friends with some skeleton inmates… although some of them feel like a bigger threat than anything the prison can throw at you.

You have no idea how deep this goes.

But, he’ll make sure you find out. It’s his stage after all. He is the puppet-master, the puppet, the judge, the jury, and the executioner.

A fic featuring canon Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale, Swapfell Purple, Fellswap, Fellswap Gold.

Omnipotent - AO3 link - Mature - My own setting / AU 'Ubiquitale'

The underground is divided, gripped by an invisible war between Humans and Monsters. The Humans have turned to chemical warfare to silently, and violently, pick off the Monsters one-by-one.

Lieutenant Sans of the Royal Guard did his best to protect his younger brother. To teach him that no-one can be trusted, and that danger lurks around every corner. Too bad for Sans then, that Papyrus is a skeleton who wants better for the world.

This is, currently, a collection of one-shots / drabbles set in a world similar to FSG / some Swapfell settings, but where the Humans are actively engaging in one-sided, chemical warfare against the Monsters.

Worldbuilding

As DMW progresses, we can put things like friendship charts and reference sheets here.

Tags

#ensi's fics

#ensi's imagines (headcanon and imagine asks)

#ensi's unclassifiable posts breach containment (misc posts)

#dead man walking

#ubiquitale

[pandapple-dapple]

✎ 𝗧𝗶𝗺 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲 - 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗙𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗲𝗰

Notes: Yes this is the second post in my blog. Am I proud of it? Definitely not. Am I still gonna do it cause I have nothing else to do? Yes. I hope some peeps out there might find it useful though so,,, yeah!

Also, make sure to read the tags beforehand!! Stay Safe!

[ T ] the space between by nephelax

Romantic Pairings: Timkon (Not the main focus right now though)

Description:

Red Robin is a name meant for greatness. It echoes of a kid that had decided to step up as a hero that Batman needed, of a teen that shouldered burden after burden without complaint—of someone that, despite the pain and the grief and the losses, held his head high. A genius, a leader, and one of the best detectives that the world has ever seen. Red Robin is a name with weight. Tim, a high schooler whose last living memories involve a bridge and murky waters, can’t measure up to that. The ghost that lurks rent free in Tim’s head with a familiar looking insignia cracked in half on his chest says otherwise. or, how Tim realizes that he’s trapped in a world that’s supposed to be fictional, discovers that he somehow body-snatched a future Robin, and finds himself caught in the Bats’ orbit despite all his efforts not to (and maybe, just maybe, gets a family along the way too).

[ T ] Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion. When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn. But most of all, Tim is alone. (If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

[ T ] Happy Families Kill People Too by raven_of_hydecastle

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Jack Drake loves his wife and son, even if they're giant, fire breathing reptiles that would rather eat the mailman than pick up a package. That's fine, he can deal. It'd just be nice if they weren't so territorial. Then they could actually be on the same continent without trying to kill each other. Oh well, every family has their challenges. The Drakes' just happen to be more homicidal than most. Feat. Dragon Tim and Janet's loving (but murderous) relationship, Jack's ongoing attempts to be a good dad, and the Waynes getting increasingly concerned about Tim's home life after he becomes Robin.

[ T ] unchanging by birdbat

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

A lot of people tell Tim that he looks just like his mother. They share the same eye color and shape, often cold and calculating. The same sharp smiles and ghostly pale skin, and the same, lean body frames that could almost be described as delicate. One last thing they have in common is an orange pill bottle. The only difference is the name. (Or how parents pass things on to their children.)

[ T ] so much you don't know by konan_konan

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

“Enough chatter,” Tim barks. Green Lantern grumbles. “You want to get through this, right? Then settle down. Alright. Workplace injuries.” He pauses, squinting at the slide. “We’ve seen nearly a 3% reduction in injuries this past quarter. Our goal was 5%. Do better.” “Hey,” says Flash, “it’s a dangerous job!” “Do better,” he repeats. or: tim drake is totally a pro at this whole batman thing.

[ G ] Talk To Me by A_Canceled_Stamp 🔒 (only accessible to ao3 users)

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Bruce and Tim have a long-overdue heart-to-heart

[ T ] Into the Deep Dark Night by siren_of_the_ocean

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Timothy Jackson Drake drowns in Gotham Bay with not a bang, but a whimper. Luckily...or not, Gotham isn't quite ready to give him up yet. “Spirits of children and women drowned, my child. They live in the ponds that glisten like tar. The Rusalka."

[ G ] Half the Size and Twice the Fun by raven_of_hydecastle

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Ra’s was a class A manipulator, but luckily Tim was suspicious of strange men in cosplay dictating his life’s purpose. He doubted anyone would make a clone out of their most “formidable opponent” for the sole purpose of being creepy. There had to be an ulterior motive… Although it was creepy. So creepy.   AKA Tim is a clone, Young Justice has a new BFF, and Batman's adoption tendency has been sledgehammered with Post-Ethiopia grief, which means the JLA is now in charge of a miniature Batman despite almost none of them being parents. This can't end badly, can it?

[ T ] Under A Parent's Wing by IzzyMRDB

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

When Tim found out that Dick Grayson was a gymnastics instructor in Bludhaven, he quickly signed up. After all, learning gymnastics from The Nightwing himself is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Dick Grayson is more concerned at the obvious signs of child abuse he sees in one of his students. AKA Dick Grayson, as a childcare worker, is a mandated reporter who knows how to recognize child abuse in his students. Tim Drake, after a lifetime of fear and confusion, learns to trust adults.

[ T ] Newton's Third Law (Actions Have Consequences) by Megaerackles

Romantic Pairings: None

Description:

Tim wasn’t sure just how he had managed to go from having everything completely under control and according to plan to being locked in a holding cell in the motherfucking Batcave while all of his secrets were slowly unspooled around him in a single afternoon. Well, he knew how—happy, protected Jason-who-had-no-clue-who-Tim-was had suddenly gotten all of the memories of angry, overprotective Big-Brother-Red-Hood-Jason and had proceeded to kidnap him, just because he was apparently a ‘hazard to himself and reality’. But it had all happened so quickly that he was having trouble wrapping his mind around this new complication. “You know, I’d finally gotten used to being an only child again."

Welp, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy them, I might make another fic rec in my spare time. < 3

[letstalkwhump]

Let’s Talk Whump No.3

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump!

I’m Malice, from @whumpers-inc and today I’ve got the fabulous @brutal-nemesis in the house to talk about her experience with and love for whump!

Let’s talk about you! Tell us something about yourself :)

Yo, I'm Nemi, I'm in my 20s and a whumper all the way, baby. Outside of whump, I like rocks (like have an entire degree in geology like rocks), video games (Octopath Traveler, Pokemon, FE, Nancy Drew PC games...), anime (don't ask me about Chainsaw Man, I won't shut up), and hiking (rocks but in their natural habitat).

What does “whump” mean to you?

I get to stab men and laugh about it. I love violence, I am very sadistic

Your fearsome reputation is something of a legend around here. How did you find whump and what made you want to join?

Very long rabbit hole but to be less long about it, I saw some whump stuff on the blog of a pokemon tumblr I stalked (because I didn't have an account) and I was like, Hey This Is The Shit. I lurked for a while but as time went on, I wanted to talk to people about whump and share my own shit cuz I've never really had anyone to talk to about that sort of stuff (at least not without making them really concerned lol).

Being able to talk about wanting to beat up/stab/restrain a guy without concerned looks and questions is so therapeutic, honestly. Do you have a favourite(s) whump trope?

Gore, noncon surgery & body modification, vivisection, female whumper w/ male whumpee, and just general depravity!

Female whumpers, my beloveds! Speaking of favourite pieces, tell us one that you’ve written?

Uhhhh what have I written at all...mmm, well, as far as Castys things, if I had to pick one, it'd probably be Cycle-stys of Yikes . Basically it's a nice little overview of Castys losing his damn mind while he's stuck in a lab for like 240 years. It's probably one of the darkest things I've written as far as, uh, what happens, and that's saying a lot. Idk I just feel like I did a good job with describing these really fucked up actions as...whatever the hell he thought was happening.

For Erebus and Terror...it's hard. I'm really proud of the whole series, tbh, just how I've been able to develop both Erebus and Neteri over time as they change each other, but for a standout chapter...Maybe Chapter 14, Red, White, and Blue , cuz I really love the way I wrote Erebus's panic and what was happening to him from his POV without explicitly describing what was happening. And what's not to love about how upset he is in that one :)

Damn, Red, White and Blue! You’ve definitely earned your reputation..that was brutal! Is there anything new you’re working on at the moment?

Yare yare...I should get started on the next chapter of E&T at some point, shouldn't I? I mean, I have a huge AU stockpile that's basically all between me and one person and we just sit on them, so probably nothing from there for the people...So yeah, probably the next chapter of E&T whenever I get around to that and then I'll probably try to come up with something for Castys since I'm sure people miss him.

Take it from me, the people definitely miss Castys! Care to share what your writing routine usually looks like?

Hahahaha who knows, man. Back before my lil hiatus, I used to write every day whenever I had time and felt like it, but then I became Gamer Mode for a few months and I'm still working on getting out of that habit. But usually just on the couch or in my room with either my video game/anime OST playlist on shuffle (she's 59 hrs long!) or my weeb playlist (anime ops and whatnot) because if it's English words then it's harder to focus on writing,  y’know. Usually I jump around in whatever chapter or piece I'm writing, writing the scenes or bits of dialogue/description as they come to me, and slowly stitching the whole thing together until it's one whole blanket boy.

Is there an easy thing for you to write, something the words just pour for? Anything you struggle with writing?

The easiest thing in the world is whatever bullshit thoughts Castys is having. He is incredibly easy to channel. Any of his dialogue or what he's thinking about comes without much thought. The words also usually flow for my classic™ incredibly long run-on sentence paragraphs that have like no breaks in them cuz it's all go go go, baby. Erebus and Neteri talking isn't too hard either, especially if they're bickering. As far as hard, probably descriptions of pain because it can hard to say how much a thing hurts over and over without being repetitive. I am also not a researcher.  I will just be out here making shit up because it's MY fantasy world so I can have whatever bullshit I want!

Do you have any words of wisdom or writing advice for us?

Well, my old habit that worked for me was to try and write every day, for at least half an hour. If I end up going more, great, but if it's not working at least I tried. That and inspiration is everywhere. Steal whatever shit you like and cobble it together into something unrecognisable. It's not plagiarism cuz you're making something new. Like, E&T came from Stephen King's Misery and a magical girl anime. Go crazy, go stupid.

Go crazy, go stupid. I love it! Let’s give a shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone up here!

Can't not shout out the bestie @galaxywhump who has impeccable taste and bomb writing and we talk a whole lot everyday and yeah, queen shit. @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifih-wifi is another good friend and amazing writer and she's got so many different stories that everyone can find something they love. Ugh, there's a lot of other people I could talk about, but I'll give the last shout-out to @whump-side cuz her art just always hits the spot for me, so fuckin good.

Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to us today. Is there anything you like to add?

Don't be afraid to be a little bit silly, lads, we're here to have fun and it doesn't have to be the most serious shit in the world for it to be good whump. we love being silly and crazy.

Thanks for dropping by @brutal-nemesis ! 

And to all the readers, have a whump-derful day!

[most-sane-whumper]

introduction (?) post

hey, you could call me gil

i've been lurking in the community for years and will continue to lurk, but i wanted to make a sideblog so i can rb stuff + maybe post about niche tropes i like but don't see often. chances are i've ran into whoever's reading this before

i am not good at writing but i want to share my Sick Little Thoughts here (no promises tho)

nice tropes:

fevers, colds, aches, other ailments and whatnot

stoic/nuanced characters in any role, but especially nuanced whumpers n stoic caretakers

partners in crime dynamic between caretaker & whumpee

whumpees into general tomfoolery

whumpees who are just rats actually

recovery, specifically that thing where caretaker is horrified by whumpee's behavior after being whumped

cowboys hrrfggggnn......

and other period stuff- i'll probably never post for it though in efforts to prevent crimes against historical accuracy

my interests flip around sometimes so this list is subject to change

i guess this blog is kinda no holds barred, but i'll judge case by case if there's anything i might deem too distasteful

[misterewrites]

The Grounded Detective (In Hope’s Shadow)

Hi there! E here with a new story idea and project cuz I have problems and my friends @disney-n-stuff and @hains-mae keep enabling me! It’s about time i use this blog for the original purpose haha

So this is In Hope's Shadow, supernatural gothic horror mysteries and such. Honestly it was more ideas i couldn't fit in to the other stories and my friends were like "Juuuuust make it a stand alone adventure!" and I'm like "This is why I can't have ideas."

So set a few decades after Welcome to the Underground! and waaaaaay before Mirror's Edge (which is several thousand years in the future set in a present day style) We tackle a new place, new characters and more usual E insanity.

In case you haven't heard i had laptop troubles and basically the company went "We didn't see anything wrong here!" and I'm like no still not working right so I'm gonna fight it but in the meantime I got another computer i can borrow so at the least there's that. I am going to try to update often but since the laptop belongs to someone else, they're gonna need to use it from time to time *obviously*

Some set up: We're in Nightveil Valley, a quaint forest where vampires, werewolves, zombies, spirits and all sorts of supernatural creatures call this place home. Most people are left to fend for themselves outside the protective safety of the three walled cities of Northbrook, Stonemire and Hope's Landing (ahhh). This story is a slightly darker hue, taking cues from good old mysteries both regular and the murderous kind and general gothic horror ascetics (Sleepy Hollow, Innistrad for you magic players, Dracula etc etc) but not so much more darker than my usual stuff.

Our two heroes are Rozalin Eloise, a twenty something detective well versed in crimes of the human variety but lacking supernatural experience and Rictavio Frye, a very idealistic, freeform monster hunter who gets caught up in the moment.

That's it for me. I hope you all have a great time reading it, it was fun to write. Dunno how often this will get updated but I say that all the time haha. Be safe, stay safe, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Get the booster for the love of god. It's not over as much as I wish it is and it's better to have protection than to play the odds. and keep the more vulnerable members of society safe. Take a moment to just exist and just be. have fun. keep your spirits up! you need it even if it's not this humble little story. But hey if you like it leave a comment, pass to your friends, reblog. Every bit helps and I appreciate it all.

E is out for now! have a great week and be safe ya'll! stay sane! next update is probably Mirror's Edge

If you wanna read my other work which includes some Red Hood X reader, Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Legend of Korra and others you can find my work right over here 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/pseuds/MrE42

Have a good one ya’ll!

Summary: Within a valley nestled in the shadow of two mountains where supernatural creatures lurk around every corner, dark mysterious forces conspire to consume the region for a malicious purpose. Far beyond than the usual cloak and dagger plot, it falls to a grounded detective and a dreaming monster hunter to prevent calamity. Can they find what hides in the shadow of hope?(Set in between Welcome to the Underground! and Mirror's edge cuz i have problems)

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“The murderer is the Count himself.”

The crowd responded much as it always did by descending into various emotional states: Shock, disbelief, even outrage and the odd nod of agreement snuck in among the faces. People whispered to one another in conspiratorial tones despite the fact everyone present was doing the same thus defeating the point. All eyes fell on Count Decan Marshall the accused and herself the accuser.

One would think that after a few years of detective work one would be used to this level of attention but Rozalin could never get her head around it.

Decan, an older gentleman growing closer to his fifties every second, chuckled darkly “Miss Eloise I admire your dedication to your hobby but perhaps your pretty little head has taken it a step too far.”

“Nonsense.” Rozalin answered calmly “That was prelude. Now I shall take it several steps too far.”

Outwardly Rozalin’s face was the picture of stony of indifference but inward she fumed.

Pretty faces did not make pretty minds it seemed.

Mid-twenties with several highly prolific cases under her belt and a model citizen of Hope’s Landing did nothing to diminish her features. Perhaps it was natural given she was the daughter of an elegant noble lady who was the definition of poise and refinement and a charming yet impishly playful bard. Both mother and father passed their good looks to her but she found it more a hinderance than anything else: Green eyes vibrant as forest leaves, cute button nose and freckles splashed across her cheeks. Her brown hair was tastefully cut short and curled (More out of habit than anything) with a white streak on one side. She purposely chose practical clothing in hopes it would help curve the biased towards her appearance but the white collared shirt tucked into a dark blue vest covered by a matching coat and ankle length black dress skirt with hiking boots did nothing but add to her attractiveness evidently.

At least she wisely decided to use her middle name Eloise instead of her family’s last name. If word gotten out who she really was she’d lose even more respect.

She was no songbird, she was a hunter and it was time to trap her prey.

The Count’s face broke into a rageful snarl “You dare to accuse me of murdering my wife?”

“No.” Rozalin replied simply “You dare to deny it. I am simply revealing what you wish to keep hidden.

“I have nothing to hide!”

Rozalin picked at the nonexistent dirt in her fingernails “You don’t hide many things. Your affairs for one and the fact you’ve been using your company’s finances as your own personal bank.”

Decan’s faced contorted clearly appalled but Rozalin continued without paying him any mind “You threw this lavish party yet last I checked your business was in the red. You recently laid off 30 workers under the pretense of lessened profits this last quarter.”

“Your point?” Decan asked with barely contained venom.

“Your suit” Rozalin gestured professionally “Brand new. No discoloration from use, not a single thread frayed. A Burkes and Habberdash original and those are only made custom order.”

Decan struggled to keep his temper in check “Perhaps I haven’t had the right occasion to wear such fine clothing until tonight.”

“Possible but improbable. You are aware each outfit Burkes and Habberdash make has a unique numbering tag hidden within the right sleeve?” She motioned to her right arm “For patch jobs. Each uniquely tailored piece of clothing requires unique touches for the person who ordered them should the clothing be damaged from use or age. The price of individualism is having no one to hide behind.”

“Fine! I bought it today! What does that even prove?”

Rozalin’s smile widened mischievously “That you are a liar. And the charming young lady who made her abrupt exit from the premises will further prove that. I suppose she pushed for you to leave your wife. Again.”

“N-no. Nothing of the sort.” Decan spoke quickly, eyes darting back and forth to see if anyone was believing what was said “Just a disagreement between friends is all.”

Rozalin clicked her tongue thoughtfully “Oh. I’m sure she would be relieved to hear that. I’m sure she has a friend or two here willing to pass the message along to her.” She leaned in closer “So there’s no misunderstanding of course.”

Decan’s face paled, the rage draining out of him gloriously “I…yes. Yes of course. No need to muddy the waters anymore. Now if you would please…”

“Proceed?” Rozalin cut in expertly “As you wish. Let’s go over the basics.”

She took center stage for her grand performance. She glided effortlessly across the smooth marble tile, putting distance between herself and the Count as everyone waited for the final act.  

Rozalin drew in a deep breath “Roughly two hours ago Mrs. Marshall was found murdered in The Count’s study, time of death unknown but no doubt at some point during the party. The loud noise and constant distractions made it ideal to help conceal any noise that may have been made if she had fought back. First point of interest is that she did not.”

Rozalin expertly pivoted to address the crowd “For such a violent, horrendous act the crime scene was rather neat. Clean even. Books stacked away in an orderly fashion, chairs and stools pulled to the far wall as not to obstruct walking. Not one single piece of paper on the desk she lay. It’s odd no?”

“That my mother raised me properly?” Decan sneered.

“No though I suspect she may have some words about you bedding women not your wife. I was told by the staff you were working in your study. Before the party started correct?”

“Yes…” Decan narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Working on some last minute business deals: Operations finances, reallocating resources, proposals. That sort of thing. But!” he added hurriedly “My wife was seen about finishing party preparations! Never in my study.”

“True.”

Decan gave a victorious grin.

“But outside it is a different matter entirely.”

Decan’s face darkened at the implications.

Rozalin continued with her explanation “Someone saw her knock on your door to inform you of a development with the party. I won’t say who in case you wish to retaliate but they mentioned you rushed out with your work laid out all over your desk. You failed to return before the party proper started.”

“I. Well. One of the servants must’ve cleaned it for me. One of my servants who work for me. It’s only natural they pick up after me that’s what I pay them for.” Decan tried to speak calmly but it was clear the Count was riled up.

Rozalin made a show of frowning thoughtfully “But they were told to never touch your study. You get rather crossed when they move a single thing out of place.” She snapped her fingers dramatically “I believe it is actually part of your policy. Express rules you enforce heavily.”

The detective resisted eyerolling at the sudden gasp emanating from the crowd.

“I still don’t see how that proves anything.” Decan fumed.

“How did your room get clean I wonder? Perhaps during a heated debate between yourself and your wife mid-party.”

Decan remained silent, his glare deathly.

Rozalin pressed the offensive “She liked to keep busy when she was upset. Cooking, cleaning. I bet she didn’t mind working the stables if it meant keeping her mind off your spats.”

“Now hold on a…” but Rozalin pushed on, too caught up in her thought process to be stopped now.

“She saw you talking to the young woman who stormed out. Young, beautiful and, of course, interested. This wasn’t the first time you faltered but I’m willing to bet this was going to be the last. She confronted you.”

“Watch your step.” Decan threatened openly but Rozalin was no stranger to idly threats from the desperate.

Rozalin’s face scrunched in righteous fury “Upset, she starts tidying up your study. All the while calling you out for your unfaithful nature. Again she says. You did it again. Time and time and time again. And each time she forgave you, tried to make it work…”

Decan growled “Stop or else I’ll…”

“Kill me?” Rozalin taunted with a knowing smirk “I’m not your poor wife. Back turned and unsuspecting the danger she was in or you with your waiting to plunge the knife into her. She knew you were a rotten soul but even she did not assume you were capable of ending a life. Sadly the first one you decided to take was hers.”

Decan lost it, bellowing with unrestrained fury “WHERE IS YOUR PROOF? All you’ve done is spin a fantastical and scandalous tale. You have nothing. YOU ARE NOTHING.”

“Wrong.” Rozalin shot back cooly “I am a detective and I have one last question.”

“ENOUGH! GUARDS!”

She gave an impish smile “When did you get that cut in your fancy suit?”

Decan stopped, shock overtaking anger “I-I…what?”

“That is a new suit.” Rozalin emphasized as she creeped closer “You said so yourself that you bought it today. All nice and clean with not a single frayed stitch loose. I did neglect to mention torn which it is. Right there on the left side.”

She gestured to the coat he wore. Sure enough there was a faint tear in the clothing and staining the fabric was dried blood.

Rozalin beamed cheerfully “Must’ve happened when you leapt out the window. Smart idea not throwing your body through it first but glass cuts sharp regardless how you chose to go through it. No one to hide behind mister special.”

Decan remained silent only for a moment. He let out a spiteful roar without warning and charged directly for the detective.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He snarled, hands outstretched with murderous intent.

Rozalin saw this coming: She took a step to the side, avoiding the madman’s grasp. Before he could turn around, she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed downward with a mighty shove. Losing his balance Decan fell face first onto the floor, scraping his chin against the smooth tile. He whirled about only to find a boot connecting directly to his face. Tumbling backwards, he laid sprawled on the ground as fading adrenaline left him weak and drained.

Rozalin stood triumphantly above her defeated foe “Unfortunately for you my parents remember how many people would hound my mother incessantly. They made sure I was well prepared to ensure I did not deal with the same issue.”  

The police, whom she had called earlier, finally broke through the spellbound crowd and began taking control of the situation: they helped funnel the partygoers outside, ensure the perpetrator was restrained and began to secure the area.

Case closed with nothing left to be done.

Or so Rozalin thought.

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The peacekeepers had just taken Decan outside when a loud commotion rang out from the upper floor landing. It sounded like raised voices and scraping of metal against everything.

“Strange.” Rozalin tilted her head curiously as she turned to face the nearest constable “I thought you had cleared the manor of party guests?”

The constable glanced uneasily towards the noise “I….was under the impression of the same thing.”

Before either could inquire further, a body flung itself over the second floor railing and went into a free fall. The figure landed on their feet effortlessly and cracked the fancy tile beneath as if they carried an impossible weight. They whirled around towards Rozalin and the officer with fangs bared as blood drenched their elegant clothing.

“v-v-v-va-v-v..” The constable stammered uncontrollably while Rozalin drew a dagger from within her coat, the only weapon the guards has missed when they checked her at the door.

“Yes a vampire.” Rozalin lightly scolded as she placed herself in between the petrified keeper of the peace and the supernatural predator before them “I thought you were practiced in dealing with supernatural threats?”

The constable stammered nervously “Y-yeah but no one ever uses them! Supernatural threats for the Moonlight Guard to deal with, not us!”

Rozalin rolled her eyes “Be sure to let him know that. If you aren’t going to function please make your escape from the vicinity. I have little experience in dealing with such supernatural threats and cannot promise your safety.”

“Da!” A new voice called from where the vampire had fallen “Over the railing!”

Rozalin could hear hurried yet steady footsteps approach as a older voice answered “Aye son, up and over!”

And up and over someone did, hopping over the railing which more grace and finesse than the vampire. Rather than landing on his feet, however, the older gentleman dove headfirst and tucked into a roll, using his momentum to safely rise to his feet.

“This is going to be a long night.” Rozalin mused to herself as she took notice of the weapons in the famous monster hunter Julius Frye’s hands.  

[bellaxgiornata]

Hey!! I dont know how to start this but i hope you doing great after all the chapters and dialogues between Mikey, Matt and Frank that you have been gracing us for the passed few days, i am obsessed with it.

I also want you to know that i'm so thankful, I stumbled on your blog and read the series FTAD. It will always be near and dear to my heart as it is the reason it awakened my sleeping desire on our lovely Matt.

You are truly an amazing writer. I'm a little shy on sending this cause mostly i'm lurking on the comment section.

But if you ask me, on a scale of one to ten, how much i regret being your follower? (FTAD, The Night you Met reference).

10 will always be my answer. 🥰🥰

Hi friend!! 💕

I'm so glad you enjoyed all the little internal dialogue things I posted over the past week! And ahh yes! I'm glad you've been enjoying the new updates I've put out since returning home! I've been doing great, though I'll admit that I am in a bit of a writing slump these past couple of days, but I think my brain is rusty from so much time away from it this past week. Pretty much I have written almost every single day since last November 😅 So that was a long break to me!

I am so incredibly thrilled that you found my blog, too! And I am BEYOND EXCITED to hear that FFTD awakened a dormant love for Matt Murdock that you had 🙌🏻❤️ Omg what a compliment! But FFTD Matt is like...such a perfect Matt, it's hard not to fall for him 🥺

Thank you so much!! ❤️ That means a lot to me to hear you enjoy my work and that always makes my time on these stories feel so worthwhile. Please do not feel shy at all! I absolutely love chatting with all of y'all! It is probably my favorite part of sharing my writing. Though I totally understand, I was always a lurker until a few months ago (which probably seems hard to believe because like, I'm such a wordy commenter 😅).

AND OMG YOU DID NOT JUST MAKE THAT REFERENCE!!! 😭❤️

Just me over here emotional, don't worry about it. I'm truly happy you're here, friend! And thank you so much for taking a moment to leave such a wonderful message. You and this message are the reason my ass is sitting down to see if I can form some cohesive paragraphs and write tonight!

[sacrificialblackdragon]

Hello everyone and thank you for following and / or lurking !   I am REKI, I am a 29 year old female, with two jobs and three cats, who has been roleplaying for a few years. This is an INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE blog and is meant for a 21+ AUDIENCE. TRIGGER THEMES ARE PRESENT AND WILL BE TAGGED !   I used to have a Hak blog but have long since forgotten the URL. ; A; My best friend actually got me into the series and I collect the manga. Sadly, I am missing a few of the beginning volumes. Please hit that like, follow or reblog button if you would like to interact with Hak!! Rules Below:

RULES, LAWS, IMPORTANT STUFFS.FIRST AND FORMOST! I love ALL pairings. I will not tolerate any hatred towards any character.

1) These rules are subject to change.

2) There will be no hate messages on this blog. Meaning if I get sent a hate message it will just get deleted. I will not waste my time brooding over your message so you are just wasting your time typing it up.

3) No god modding. Understandably my characters can’t win EVERY single battle and will not win everything. I usually like taking a few and then your character takes a few. I will always, ALWAYS, come to you and ask how the end of the fight will turn out that way I can write accordingly.

4) Writing. I don’t expect a novel back if I write a novel, and sometimes I do. However, I do expect something to work with, please do not respond back to me if I leave you with a detailed post only for you to give me a one liner, it just kills the mood. – In addition! If you would like to respond to an ask please link the ask on a fresh new post, and tag me just in case, that way it looks more appealing. I do that with other roleplayers. C:

5) Original Characters. I love original characters, I personally suck at writing and developing them so for all of you original characters out there I applaud you. However, please don’t use me to come up for ideas of your original character, that’s not my job. If you like for a starter please understand that I will be staring at your character about page for a long, long, long time. It’s a little difficult for me to write for an original character so please be patient!

6) Ships. Here we go … This is a huge one for a lot of people. I am a Multi-shipper or trash – I’ll accept either lol. You are free to jump in my inbox or IM me and be like “Hey baby. You and my muse * suggestive eyebrow wiggle*”. I will most likely be like “FUCK YES LETS GO!” and bam! We ship. But here is my problem with most people: I have a lot of ships that I absolutely adore however, if you don’t like the ship me and my roleplay partner are doing you can either unfollow or shut the fuck up and ignore it, black list it – whatever. I’m saying that in the nicest way possible. I’m tired of people complaining that they “Hate this ship but I saw it and read it so now I’ll bitch on my blog about it.” Calm down, grow up and again, unfollow that person or ignore the post. Plain and simple or else you’ll probably be hearing about it from me. I have been in too many fandoms where this goes on.

7) Exclusives/Relationships. I am a-ok and more than happy to exclusively ship when it comes to main ideas and plot, but please remember that I am only one person and I do like interacting with other people. Exclusives doesn’t mean you own me in anyway. Exclusives to me normally mean that you are a close friend and most likely already have my discord. The more was talk IC or OOC the more likely I will pick you as an exclusive for main plots.

8) Reblogging when you have no permission. During my time of roleplaying on many sites tumblr is probably the worst for this rule. Anyone who reblogs threads, asks or any other communication between my partners that they are not tagged in will be kindly asked to delete the post. If not deleted within 24 hours you will be blocked from my page and I will not remove it.

9) Nsfw. Is only available for people who are of age and adults. I am 29 and I do not take light of being tricked when it comes to age. I will be asking your age if it is not in your mun section or anywhere visible, I will not be held liable if you are lying to me. You MUST be of legal age, please ask if you are interested in rping nsfw.

10) Personal Tags & Passwords. I don’t do personal tags or passwords. Final answer, if you follow me then it means you understand that I will NOT be tagging any personal tags.

11) Triggers. I don’t expect people to tag my trigger mainly because it only happens around Halloween time. I understand people are in the spirit but I absolutely hate seeing scary things pop out at me. It leads me to paranoia and I just can’t sleep at night. Anything paranormal I can’t handle, which is why I can’t watch scary movies. If I do see this on my dash it does lead to an unfollow, but not a block.

12) Icons. These icons have been created by me, but I do not claim that the art is mine. Anything from the managa or fanart I do not claim to be mine.

13) Other. Other than all of this “Don’t do this, and don’t do that” I really just want to have fun with each and every one of you. Thank you so much for either reading or skimming over my rules.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi! So as someone who lurks here for quite a while I decided to drop by and truly tell you from the bottom of my heart that I love so much what you, the time you take to interact with everyone, respond and give life to your and our ideas. I think I also requsted something awhile ago but hey, I understand life and what is in between you know? Whenever you do it, you do it.

But i really enjoy whatever you post and it truly makes my day better. I read your blog like a morning paper :))) I imagine things get tough but also things get better and there are people who really love what you, like me, do even if they don't say - and I am preeety sure we won't leave and hopefully we can all come together to create a better space and community for everyone -for people lile you, like us. Thank you for your work and I send you all the love! Cheers to you girl💜

Thank you for such kind and genuine words, I truly appreciate them and you <3

Thank you for sticking around! I am currently sat on a small mountain of requests. I do always fulfil them, it just takes a little while because real life is relentless.

[ivysangel]

hey ro! how ya doin??

just wanted to hop in here and tell you how much I love YOU. i found your account a year ago and immediately fell in love with your personality, your work and all your rambles, you’ve helped me survive my first year of uni and made me feel less lonely during a time of uncertainty and constant change. i am obsessed with your blog so much you inspired me to start my own blog (literally no followers bc I don’t write lol) !! i’m sure you’re busy with uni now and I miss seeing you on my feed lol, but I just wanted to let you know how much you and your blog means to me ❤️❤️

i hope im not coming off as creepy or anything, truly, I just wanted to share how much I adore you and your beautiful blog!

oh honey, don't worry about coming off as creepy at all. this message filled my heart with so much love and joy, and i'm so beyond happy that even after a year and my posts dwindling more and more, you can still find joy in my blog. i'm happy that i helped you get through your first year of uni. tbh, you guys helped me get through my first year, too <33. i remember using responding to asks as an escape between assignments, and i hope i can get back to doing that soon. as for right now, i may not be posting, but i'm always lurking, and i'm always happy to receive messages even if i don't have all the energy to respond right now. honestly, it's ones like these that keep me motivated to push through everything going on in life so i can fully come back when i'm ready <3