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[queenharumiura]

Dash comm thing-- I guess [x] || @whiskeysmulti

Got a lil long (2k) so readmore it is!

That reaction makes her feel like he’s challenging that. Maybe it was more accurate to say that it was his insecurity talking. It could even be his curiosity. Either way, he seemed to actually want an answer, so she’d do just that.

Was it the fact that other guys have treated her so badly that he stuck out more than the others? No, perish the thought. There were a lot of guys out there who treated her nicely, like Yamamoto or Enma for example. It wasn’t so simple as picking someone who was the strongest, or the calmest, or someone who was the kindest. The point was she thought he was the best thing to have come into her life and she stood by that fact.

“Ahhh how to begin?” She looks around and sits down somewhere and looks to him, patting an empty spot next to her for him to join her. “What I say today stays here and you take it to your grave.” If she hears people talking about it, she’ll know who it came from and then you’ll have Hell to pay. “I’m over it, so there’s no point in getting mad at anyone.”

“As we know, I had a first love that didn’t go so well. Went horribly, actually.” She chuckles quietly to herself. “It was really rough, trying to act like I wasn’t hurt every time he’d gloss over me, or every time he’d judge me for something… he’d accept it once Kyoko-chan would say something. Suddenly, ‘such a great idea, Kyoko-chan! I’m so happy you thought of me!’ I knew that Kyoko-chan only stepped up to support me, but it always made me see just how stark a difference there was in how he viewed us. I don’t know if anyone truly understood how crushed I’d feel in those moments. Still, I’d keep a smile on my face and pretend it didn’t bother me.”

She looks up at the ceiling, just focusing on the texture of it. “I’d feel invisible in those moments. Less important. Any of my efforts rendered useless in the face of him appreciating Kyoko’s involvement. Even if it were a group effort, Kyoko got the majority of the credit, or the attention.” Ah… this is why she didn’t ever like talking about this to anyone. “I don’t mean to say any of this like I was owed something, so don’t get it twisted. Haru too, tends to tunnel-vision on things, so she can’t blame him for the same thing.” It does hurt, though. “I started to wonder, was I the problem? Was I not useful enough? Was I not charming enough? Was I simply not worth being paid any attention to aside from being Kyoko’s friend or someone to look after Lambo?”

Of course, she knows that wasn’t the case, and Tsuna didn’t look at her as just someone who looks after Lambo or being Kyoko’s friend. However, at the time, that’s how she felt. “You know? One time, he asked me if the reason my lips were shiny was because I had Yakisoba prior to coming over. It was a lip gloss I’ve been using for a while up to that point. It was such a shock how little he paid me attention. He might notice when I’m hiding some of my emotions and he may ask about it, but that’s just the gist of it.” He didn’t seem to really think that deeply about why it was that she was hurting and why it was that she kept everything bottled up- for his benefit. She let it happen, and she preferred it that way, so she didn’t hold it against him.

“A lot of what I did felt like it was being taken for granted. Not many instances where it felt like I was being appreciated. I could’ve left ages ago for a calmer life. I could’ve started leading a much different life than I am now. I gave up on things that meant so much to me to stay with everyone.” Yet, she still felt like an outsider at times. She and Kyoko both. “I can’t speak for Kyoko, but I don’t like being kept in the dark. I’d rather know what’s going on. Bianchi Nee-san had explained that it’s some male pride thing where you guys want to protect us and keep us innocent, but… we also get dragged into your business.” Like the time the bloody murderous twins were after them, or when they got sent into the future with everyone. “By keeping us in the dark, you alienate us. We feel like we aren’t being considered. I can’t speak for Kyoko-chan but I felt useless and unneeded.”

It didn’t help that she already felt that way prior to them being blasted into the future… so the guys keeping them in the dark only exacerbated her negative feelings. She heaves a heavy sigh. “I doubt Tsuna-san said a word about it when he caught me, but I was crying every single day. Sure, anxiety and fear was part of it, but what really hurt was feeling like we weren’t being trusted. That because we were useless that it was unnecessary to tell us the truth. It took us going on strike to finally get some answers.” She looks annoyed when recollecting everything, like she’s reliving that moment. “I won’t go into details, but I cried more after that from the guilt.” She truly cried an entire lifetime’s worth of tears.

“The worst thing that came from everything that I’d experienced over the years… jealousy is such an ugly thing that can bring out the worst in people. There were times when even I could feel like I felt a twinge of anger because Kyoko-chan was the only one Tsuna-san would pay attention to. Silly, isn’t it? It’s not even her fault, so why get mad at her? The first time I noticed it, I couldn’t recognize who I was. I thought to myself, ‘Guess Namahage and Haru has more in common than I thought. An ugly monster’.” She stretches her arms out in front of her, her tone being so nonchalant this entire time, but her eyes would show that she felt anything but relaxed. “It’s simple enough to say, why didn’t you fall out of love then? That’s the thing, love is so illogical that it’s hard to control. Maybe if I try harder, maybe if I change this, maybe he’ll finally look at me. Maybe if I start changing parts about me, maybe he’ll like me more…” There were times she really couldn’t remember who she was originally. Love truly makes you do crazy things.

“I won’t let anyone say that I didn’t try, or that I didn’t try hard enough. I tried every single thing that I could think of, but nothing ever worked. I just… wasn’t Kyoko-chan and I never will be. I won’t lie, there were times when you’d say something that would absolutely shatter my sense of self-worth. On the days my self-love was on a low, you sometimes walked in to make it tank even further.” Good times (sarcasm).

She looks at him, figuring what would be next on his mind would be along the lines of ‘what did you ever see in me then?’ or something else. “It took me so long to recover from that first love. It really did a number on me. I don’t know if anyone ever realized how badly I was hurting, and how damaged I was coming out of that love.” She did try to act as though everything was the same. Business as usual as they say. If the majority couldn’t pick up on it, then she was doing a good job at hiding her hurt.

“When I moved on from him and started building myself back up, I felt a little lost. Where do I go from here? What do I do now? As silly as it sounds, our constant fights were comforting- as much as they were also aggravating. Routine is such a comforting thing. At one point, I started getting this notion that maybe you liked me, but then you’d say or do something that made me question that idea altogether.” Thinking back on it now, it was because Gokudera still thought she loved Tsuna.

“When I started noticing how it felt like I was special to you in some way, I felt seen. The small ways that you’d show your consideration towards me was sometimes clumsy, but also very sweet. It didn’t make sense to me at first, you know? Why like someone who was virtually invisible to another person?” It was like… why would you like someone that your boss deemed to be not good enough to pay attention to? “Still, you cared in your own way, and you paid attention to me in your own way.” She closes her eyes and breathes out heavily again, “it helped me in ways that I don’t think you realize.”

“In a way, I think, through you, I remembered the aspects about me that I used to love. I didn’t have to be embarrassed about myself. Sure, Tsuna-san basically treated like I was invisible if Kyoko was around, but that didn’t mean that’s all I could be. I have you and Lambo-chan to thank for making my journey in rediscovering self-importance easier.”

She opens her eyes and looks at Gokudera again with a smile. “So, why do I say you’re the best thing that’s come into my life? To put it bluntly, because you are who you are and I love you for that. I find new reasons to love you and being with you makes me happy. I feel loved and it reminds me that I’m worth it on the days I start doubting myself. On those days I’m feeling down, I know you’ll be there for me to cheer me up. You can remind me why you chose me of all people.” She leans against him and hugs his arm to her chest. “What can I say? Your devotion and loyalty are the biggest things that I find so attractive about you. I know that if you say you love me, you mean it. You make me feel like I’m a precious person to you, and that’s something I needed. I couldn’t begin to explain to you how much good you’ve done for me.”

Really, it isn’t like she hasn’t thought about how he could’ve found someone else. Maybe someone who could’ve had more political usage to the Vongola, someone stronger, or more beautiful. Maybe even someone who could understand him on a cultural level. It wasn’t like he would ever find himself lacking in people interested in him. Still, he chose her and she wanted to trust that. “Seeing the way you love me, it sometimes lets me see different aspects of myself that I didn’t notice. It’s very enlightening and heart-lifting. You’ve done a lot of good for me in terms of my self-confidence or my feeling of self-worth.” She won’t remind how he also had done the very opposite as well in the past. That wasn’t important.

“Maybe it’s not some grand explanation you were expecting, but that’s just how it is. I love you so much and I treasure each moment we get to share together, and being together makes be the happiest I’ve ever been. Isn’t that enough to say you’re the best thing that’s come into my life if I can wake up feeling full of love and happiness?” She thought it was, anyways.

“Emotions don’t always make logical sense, anyways. I simply feel that you’re the best for me, so that’s how it is. I won’t entertain anyone telling me otherwise, even your insecurities.” The energy right now is, if your girlfriend tells you to jump, you ask how high? If Haru is telling you that she feels you are the best thing that came into her life, you accept it as the truth.

[kkuzushi]

May I request a Popular kid Scaramouche x Nerd reader (basically a power bottom scaramouche)

Also can I be 🐀anon

“ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 ”

✦ characters: powerbottom!Scaramouche x amab!reader

✦ cw: no nut November, college setting, academic rivals (sort of), handjob (receiving & giving), slight praising but mostly humiliation, riding

✦ word count: 2.549k

✦ notes: I’m inexperienced with writing power bottoms so this took some time, I hope I did it right despite being more used to sub-bottom characters. Welcome to my blog as well, 🐀 anon! <3

You sat cross-legged on the couch, your laptop opened and displaying an earlier announcement. The debate competition you had joined was held today and your opponent? It was no other than the confident and quick-witted Scaramouche. However he was no match to you as always—when it comes to academics, you were simply 1% better, and that’s on being humble.

In your dorm, there was another competition being held. A staring contest between you and Scaramouche, both engulfed in silence. He glared at you, most likely sulking in his defeat.

“Fine.” Scaramouche sighed, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “You won, enjoy while it lasts.” His voice was laced with irritation and amusement. It’s not like he’ll deny that you did good but he won’t admit you were better.

You smirked, crossing your arms, “I plan to.” You looked away once the silent staring ended, taking your laptop and switching to your spreadsheet. There’s still a lot to do before the day ends and you intend to be productive.

You pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose, getting ready to continue on your day. Working’s about to be more fun, after all, it’s not everyday you crush someone who’s so sure they’re better than you.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, seeing you ignore his presence easily in turn of concentrating to your works again. “We’re not done, you know,” He says, pushing himself off the wooden chair he was sitting on.

You glance at him, with a raised eyebrow you replied, “We are, unless you want the principal to reannounce the winner.” Scaramouche glared at your smug smile, he decides to push it aside, this is just one of your few wins over him, no big deal.

He walks closer to you, getting too close for comfort. “Don’t get too cocky now or you might lose this one.”

You blink, “Lose what?”

Scaramouche grinned and quickly plucks your glasses off your face. “Scara–” You warned, your arm extending to take it back from his grasp but he was quicker, keeping it out of your reach.

“Since you made me lose–”

“I didn’t make you lose,” you interrupted.

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, let me rephrase that.” Scaramouche cleared his throat, “Since you won the debate, it’s only fair I win something, right?” He grinned, the curve of his lips reminding you of a mischievous cat.

You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “You’re not making sense.” Before you could even add more to your statement, Scaramouche walked closer and pressed a hand on the cushions behind you, trapping you on the couch.

“A fair trade,” He muttered, “You win the debate, I win this.” To emphasize his point, his free hand pushed your laptop to the side as he straddled your lap. Your legs uncrossed out of instinct despite being caught off guard by his actions.

You moved back against the cushion, feeling rather awkward with the sudden proximity. “A seat on my lap, really?” You joked, but the glint in his eyes tells you there’s more to this.

Scaramouche’s grin widens, his legs closing in on you to further trap your body in between them. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve heard of this little challenge you’re participating.. NNN, was it?” He drawls, his hands tracing your chest.

Is he kidding? There’s no way a childish challenge like that was enough for him to feel satisfied.. I mean, it’s not like you’re taking it seriously, right?

“You don’t dare–”

“Oh but I do.”

Scaramouche chuckles, his hips starting to grind against your crotch. His movements were slow but precise, intended to tease you to your limits.

Your hands gripped his waist, forcing him to pause for a moment. “Stop that.. I have better things to do right now,” You breathed out, a clear sign of warning in your eyes.

Scaramouche almost considered your words but he just smirked, carrying on with his movements. “You expect me to believe that?” His face leans in closer, “You’re getting hard awfully fast.” Without waiting for a reply, he closed the distance and captured your lips in a deep kiss.

He can feel your arousal building right beneath him with every roll of his hips, just the mere thought of turning you on was enough to turn him on. Amidst the kiss, Scaramouche was already thinking of ways he can easily make you lose this no nutting game, and he got just the right idea for it.

The both of you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. The atmosphere in the room isn’t helping you at all, but then again, making out with Scaramouche means you’re already fucked.

The indigo haired brat was quick to get into action, his movements sharp as if he was determined to either make you lose or get to the real thing. Or both. In a blink of an eye, your pants were pulled to the floor, and next would be your garment which he was already fumbling with.

You gripped his wrists firmly, attempting to push him away. “You can't actually be going through with this,” you protested, voice sharp with disbelief.

But Scaramouche only laughed, the sound low and smug, his mischievous eyes glinting with confidence. Before you could protest any further, he twisted his wrists around to escape your grip. The realization hits you too late—he was completely serious about this.

And just like that, the tables turned, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath Scaramouche. Your cock stood rigid, thankfully not yet leaking precum—after all, that would be quite the embarrassing sight for you, wouldn’t it? But the man before you is nothing if not stubborn, and there’s no chance he plans on taking it easy.

Scaramouche slowly wraps a hand on the base, stroking you to full erection. You bit your bottom lip, suppressing the noise of arousal that’s threatening to escape. You can’t let him win right at the beginning, it’ll inflate his insufferable ego.

His violet eyes observed you intensely, as if daring you to slip up, while his movements grew more deliberate. The room felt warmer with every second, your self-control being pushed to its limits under his relentless teasing. You couldn’t give in, not now—not with that smug grin of his silently declaring his impending victory.

Concealing your noises wasn’t enough to hide the evidence of your arousal, though, as a slick warmth began to drip down to his fingers. The sensation only served to spur Scaramouche on, his movements becoming smoother, aided by the telltale fluid that betrayed your resistance.

“Well, would you look at that..” He murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted against your ears. The obscene sounds filled the air, wet squelches echoing louder than your restrained breaths. “Seems like all that fight of yours is slipping away,” he taunted, his thumb brushing over the angry tip of your cock.

Scaramouche props himself, nimble fingers working to unfasten his pants. Even with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face, it was impossible to miss the way his breaths had grown shallow, his eyes tainted with want despite the composed facade he’s been putting up.

“I’m not the only one turned on, huh?” You muttered, a teasing edge to your voice as your eyes glanced up to his. His smirk faltered, eyebrows furrowing as he shoved his pants off.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m still in control here.” Scaramouche scoffed as he continued to strip himself. Finally, his own dick springs free from its confinements, hard and almost begging for attention. You stared for a while, temptation waring in your mind. Maybe you can turn the tables if you teased him enough.

As your gaze lingers on him, Scaramouche’s smirk deepens. The obvious look of hesitation and temptation in your eyes was another opportunity for him. “Careful, your stare might melt me,” he teased, his voice dripping with a playfulness.

He shifted, lowering his body to yours, the head of your cock resting in between his ass. “Touch it,” He grinned, grinding himself against your weeping dick. “You want to, don't you?” He adds, there was no mistaking that Scaramouche wasn’t exactly asking; he was commanding.

There goes your chance of regaining control. Your hand trembled slightly, the tension in the room thick as you fought the urge to give in. But Scaramouche wasn’t making it easy. His body was so close, his scent intoxicating, and the way he was looking at you made it hard to think straight.

Once your hand makes contact with his shaft, you feel the man twitch a little. With a quiet gulp, you start to stroke him like he did to you. He continues to grind himself against you, movement in sync with your palm.

Scaramouche’s grin widens as you obey his words, his breath becoming uneven with every passing second. His hands rested firmly on your shoulders, squeezing gently. “Just like that,” he praised, his voice breathless yet undeniably smug, as if he had you exactly where he wanted you.

Were you actually into this? The thought crossed your mind as Scaramouche’s commands and praises echoed in your ears. Pondering over it, the man above can feel your hand faltering, contemplation filling your face.

Scaramouche took the opportunity to lean in, his lips brushing softly against your ear. “Don’t stop now,” he whispered, his voice almost a challenge, one that made your pulse spike. “Unless you’re starting to want more?”

“I don’t–” He was quicker than your protest, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel something tight constrict your length. Scaramouche groaned as he lowered himself further on your cock, precum lubing his insides.

“Fuck– Scara, wait–”

“Gonna cum already?”

“No! That’s not–..”

It felt as though you could dissolve completely under the sheer heat of his inner walls, the tight warmth clinging to your cock already making you see stars. Despite teasing you, Scaramouche had his face buried in your neck and hands gripping your shoulders, hot breath hitting your skin as he adjusts to the intrusion inside him.

After a few moments of silence, Scaramouche began to move, riding you with slow precision. Wet, obscene sounds filling the room in an instant. Every glide of your cock inside him has you moaning, while he was watching you with a smirk.

The brat could see the subtle shifts in your expression—the way your body responded, betraying the calm front you forced to keep. He was in complete control of the situation now as he watched you squirm under his attention, every little shift sending a ripple of satisfaction through him.

“Don’t forget that NNN challenge of yours,” Scaramouche grinned above you. You almost forgot about that, the only thing you can focus on is his weight pressing down on you, tight entrance swallowing you whole.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower, teasing you further, “Or perhaps you’re losing already?” He continued as your face flushed even deeper. “You’re halfway there, aren’t you?”

You looked him straight in the eye, lips barely moving as you gritted your teeth. “Fuck off,” You muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, though your voice betrayed the slight tremor of frustration. Your hips start to move with a mind of its own, shallowly thrusting up to Scaramouche, movements small yet evident to the man receiving it.

Scaramouche didn’t miss a thing, of course. Even the slightest twitch of your muscles told him everything he needed to know. You weren’t as composed as your earlier facade tried to show.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “How cute,” he purred. “You can’t stop moving. You’re just giving in without even realizing it, aren’t you?”

Every part of you screamed to resist, to regain some semblance of control, but Scaramouche’s inner walls clung to your shaft, forbidding you to pull away or stop the rise and fall of his hips.

The indigo haired brat’s hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, his smirk never faltering as he tilted his head down to meet your gaze. “Are you finally enjoying this?” He drawled, enjoying his control over you.

He leaned in, lips brushing close to your ear. “How humiliating for you,” he added, his breath warm against your skin. His tone was laced with mockery, but the way he moved left no doubt that he was just as lost in the moment as you were.

Your thrusts were just helping him get his impending victory, but you couldn’t help it any longer. He was clenching around your cock on purpose, making sure you were losing your control without any fight.

Your hands gripped his waist as soon as he picked up the pace, “You’re twitching already?” He teased, voice dripping with condescension. His breath ghosted over your cheek as he whispered, voice soft but full of mocking intent, “Can’t take it anymore, can you?”

Precum starts to dribble out of his hole, the evidence of your crumbling resolve bringing him satisfaction. “Poor thing,” He added, a chuckle slipping through his lips, “and here I thought you’d have more restraint.”

Scaramouche’s chuckles quickly change into breathy sounds of pleasure as your cock hits his prostate dead on. His fingers tightened on your shoulders, grounding himself from the unexpected pleasure.

“So desperate..mnhh♡–” He managed to murmur between breaths, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his earlier dominance, the sensation overwhelming him, leaving him as lost in the moment as you were.

His head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as another gasp broke through his control. “You’rengh–still pathetic..” He whispered, though the shiver in his tone made it clear he was no better.

“Hmn–ironic.” He glared at you for that. Your patience was wearing thin, and despite everything, your body couldn't stop reacting, your movements becoming more desperate. Consequences be damned, you’re teetering over the edge already. November comes around every year anyway, but coming inside Scaramouche might just be a once in a lifetime activity.

You were already where he wanted you to be right from the start, and for the last time, he smirked before losing himself in the overwhelming pleasure. A knot draws up in your abdomen, your thrusts growing erratic as you chase your climax.

"Don’t stop..hAngh–♡" Scaramouche gasped, voice breaking as you pushed your body into his, meeting his every move with urgency. “F-Faster–go faster!” he stammered, but the need for more was clear in his frantic pace.

With one final thrust, you released yourself inside him, ropes of cum spurting out as he came on your stomach at the same time.

The two of you collapsed into each other’s arms, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths after everything that transpired.

As the haze of pleasure began to fade, reality sank in like a cruel reminder. Shame and irritation bubbled in your mind as the thought hit you—you really lost No Nut November because Scaramouche rode you.

“This was.. so lame.” You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

Scaramouche heard your muttered complaint loud and clear, a raspy chuckle escaping his lips as he tilted his head to look at you. “Seeing you lose made it worth it.” But amidst his relentless teasing, you can feel him grinding on your cock, pushing your cum deeper inside him.

[acewritesfics]

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead | JAY HALSTEAD

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: from @/runnning-outof-time for a celebration from my main account.

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: Fluff. A little cringy PDA not from Jay and Reader. Reader has a younger half-sister named Annie (if that’s your name you can change it to something else) and Annie has a boyfriend called Daniel. Annie and Daniel are both 18.

Word Count: 1,438

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As they sit across from her younger sister Annie and her boyfriend Daniel, who are clumsily making out, Y/N looks at Jay, embarrassed. Jay returns her gaze with the same expression, feeling exactly what his girlfriend and partner is feeling. Dinner had been going well, Y/N and Jay were getting to know Daniel well and both concluded that he seemed like a good kid. He seemed to really care for Annie. He talked to her respectfully, treated her nicely and didn't have any sort of criminal record - Jay had checked before the double date. 

It wasn't until the teens decided the middle of the restaurant, they are currently at would make a good make out spot when things took a turn becoming awkwardly uncomfortable for the older couple. 

Jay returns his attention to the younger couple and clears his throat, forcing the two teenagers to finally stop swapping spit. 

"Sorry," Annie apologizes awkwardly, her cheeks heating up as she looks down at her hands. Daniel beams as he takes one of Annie's hands in his. 

"Why did we agree to this again?" Jay whispers into Y/N's ear before kissing the side of her head.  

"It was something I agreed to. Like the sweetheart that you are, you went along with it," she also whispers. Looking at him, she sends him a quiet apology while placing her hand on his upper thigh and kisses his cheek. She knows she'll be making this up to him later. Jay needed a lot more persuasion than she did. Y/N returns her gaze to the teenagers and manages to smile. She intervenes just as the two teenagers lean in for another kiss. 

"So, Daniel, what are your plans after high school?" She inquires, making her feel more like a parent than a sister, as she did most of the time. 

Annie was the result of her father's affair with his then-23-year-old intern. Their father and the intern eloped the day after the divorce papers were signed by Y/N's mother, and they are still married to this day as far as she knows. Y/N has been raising Annie since she was seven years old, when her father and Annie's mother dropped her off with a bag of clothing and her favorite toy. The two L/N women hadn't heard from, spoken too, or seen them since.  

It took Y/N months to acquire full custody, but with the help of her mother and intelligence, particularly Jay, who became Y/N's partner a year after she won custody, she was able to raise Annie to be the wonderful young lady she is now. 

"I've decided to take a gap year. I'll be travelling with Annie and some of our friends," Daniel replies, hesitantly glancing between Y/N and Jay. He was clearly attempting to make a good impression on the two.  

"I did that as well," Y/N says, smiling, happy that Annie will have others with her. Her maternal instinct would rather the 18-year-old do her gap year in Chicago so she's close to home, but Annie had worked her ass off for this since she was 14 and saving what money she earned from babysitting the apartment complexes kids. Y/N knows she can't stop her and there would be no point in trying. She did lay down a few ground rules though. "It is the third best thing I've ever done." 

"What are the first two?" Annie wonders aloud, her attention drawn to her sister. 

"The first one is choosing to raise you," Y/N takes a sip from her drink, beaming proudly at her little sister, who was more like her daughter, before turning to Jay and smiling warmly at her partner of ten years and boyfriend of five years. "And the second is being more than just partners with this man." 

The two detectives began working for intelligence at the same time and were assigned as partners on their first day. It had taken them five years of walking around one other, attempting to ignore their feelings for one another that only seemed to grow stronger by the day. It only took a meeting in New York for the two to move from being work partners to also becoming partners in everything else. 

Jay lifts her hand away from his leg and presses a delicate kiss to the back of it. "I love you." 

"I love you too," she says, leaning in to kiss him. 

Returning their attention to the teenagers across from them, they see that the two have gone back to their making out session. 

"Do you think they'll notice if we leave?" Y/N ponders out loud. After dinner, Annie isn't going home with them. She and Daniel are going to see the latest superhero movie with some of their friends from school. 

"Honestly, I don't think they will," Jay answers, rising to his feet and withdrawing his wallet from his pocket, taking out some money and placing it on the table to pay for dinner. 

Y/N stands and circles the table, taking Jay's hand in hers as they leave the little restaurant and return to their apartment. 

Y/N closes and locks the door behind her as she follows Jay into their apartment. She walks into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She intended to spend the remainder of their night on the couch, curled up beside Jay, watching whatever horrible movie was on TV at the time. Jay walks up behind her as she is removing her earrings, wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry about Annie and Daniel," she mumbles as she leans back in his arms. There was no place she preferred to be more than in Jay's arms. 

"We were both 18 once," he reminds her, disregarding her apology.  

"I don't remember ever having dinner with my sister while making out with my boyfriend in front of her," she says. "They could have toned it down a lot." 

"It's new and exciting for them," he adds as he kisses her shoulder once again. 

"I know," she sighs as she looks at him in the mirror. "But I'm still sorry. How can I make it up to you?" 

"First and foremost, you must promise me that you will never agree to another double date with those two again," he states as he stares at her through the mirror. 

"I promise," she asserts. "You said first. Is there anything else I can do?" 

"Maybe you could, I don't know, spend the rest of your life with me as your husband?" he shrugs his shoulders, with an apprehensive look in his eyes. 

He takes a step back, and she quickly spins on her heel to face him, a surprised look on her face, "Are you finally asking me to marry you?" 

"I am," he says as he walks over to his dresser, opens the top drawer and reaches inside. 

He closes the drawer after pulling out the ring box and returns to her with the ring box open. "So, what do you think? Would you want to become Mrs. Jay Halstead?" 

She looks down at the ring seeing two smaller princess cut diamonds on either side of a beautiful oval cut diamond. It was simple but elegant and she loved it just as much as she loves him. She grins lovingly at him, barely holding her excitement as she accepts his proposal, tears welling up in her eyes. "How about Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead?" 

Jay's smile spreads from ear to ear as he takes the ring from the box, slides it on her finger, and pulls her into a passionate kiss. 

"Annie won't be home until tomorrow morning, which gives us plenty of time to celebrate," Y/N mentions as she breaks the kiss way too soon for Jay's liking. 

He chews his bottom lip and appears to be thinking about it as his fingers run up her back to the back of her neck before reaching for and pulling down the zip at the back of her dress. "Let's not waste any more time." 

She smiles, bringing him in for another kiss as she reaches up to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. His hands travel to the straps of her dress and slide them down her arms, allowing the dress to fall into a black pool on the floor before lifting her up and carrying her to their bed. 

"I love you, Detective Jay Halstead," she murmurs quietly, breaking the kiss to let them breathe for a moment. 

"And I love you, Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead," he chuckles, kissing her again. 

[kitixie]

Little Girl Gone (pt 5)

synopsis: You and Tommy cook dinner, and things get a little 'out of hand'.

warnings: some sexual content (18+)

tag list: @budugu, @ajmiila02, @filmtv2022, @cyphah, @ce1iat, @thenattitude, @globetrotter28, @tn22220-blog, @fudgethisyo, please let me know if you want to be tagged!

info: my apologies for not updating yesterday, my schedule is starting to pick back up, so updates may come every other day rather than every day, but we shall see. enjoy!

You watched Tommy as he stood over the stove, dropping the potatoes into boiling water. You were still chopping, but every once in a while you’d look over at him and just watch. You would admire the way his wide shoulders shifted as he turned, watch how his hands delicately moved, yet always had a purpose. 

He had come to your house ready to cook, bringing along some potatoes and two steaks with him. How he knew that this was your favorite meal was beyond you, as you couldn’t recall ever mentioning it. Nonetheless, he came prepared. You had been helping cut up the potatoes while he worked on the steak, and then he took over cooking the potatoes as well. The two of you naturally shared the kitchen, it never felt too crowded, or like it was foreign; it seemed like it should always be like this. 

“What’re you thinking, Love?” Tommy asked, looking toward you with a soft smile. 

“I’m thinking about a lot of things, Tom. But I'm mostly thinking of how you knew this was my favorite meal?” You said, finally scratching the itch of curiosity. 

“You mentioned it once before you went away, how you always loved steak and potatoes. I’ve just remembered,” he said, leaning his waist against the counter. 

You gave a ‘hmph’, and nodded at him before turning around to continue your chopping. Once he could no longer see your face, a smile stretched across it. He remembered a passing comment from years ago, about your favorite meal. Out of all the things that go into his brain, from stresses, to jobs, to familial drama, he made space in his memories for you and your favorite meal. 

“Ya know, Love,” Tommy said, coming behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, “I’m the one who cooked this same meal that night you ate with Ada, Pol, and I.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before returning to the stove to check the steak. If you could’ve blushed any harder, you would’ve.

*after dinner*

 

“Tommy, why do you remember my favorite meal?” You asked, this time it being you who turned your attention to him. 

“Because, when you like someone, you hoard every bit of knowledge you can about them,” he replied nonchalantly, sitting your dishes into your sink. 

“So you like me, aye?” You laughed, watching his fluid motions. 

“I do, I have. For years, Y/N,” he said, turning to face you, “I’ve had my eye on ya since we were teenagers, but I was always older than you, or the both of us were always seeing somebody, or I was always scared.” He spoke, staring at the floor. 

You took in what he was saying, but you could barely comprehend it. Tommy Shelby had fancied you for years? The words he said were what you had always dreamed of hearing from him, but you never imagined they’d actually come from his mouth. You watched his face, just staring, waiting. You didn’t know where to go from here, you had no idea what to say. You thought for a moment, trying to find words. After a moment, you spoke up. 

“Tommy, if you wanted me, all you would’ve had to do is say the word. I’ve had my eye on you since I was sixteen, aye.” You said, pushing yourself off of the counter. 

He straightened his posture when you did, both of you watching each other. You stood for a moment, and just felt. Felt your bare feet against your hardwood floor, felt your linen trousers brushing against your legs. Then, you decided you wanted to feel his lips against yours. Without giving yourself time to back out of it, you paced across the kitchen, and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Y/N…” Tommy trailed off, bringing his hands around your waist slowly. 

“Tommy.” You looked into his eyes, and took in a deep breath. 

You leaned forwards, mashing your lips to his slowly at first. His lips were warm and soft, and you could feel his small stubbled as your hands ran across his cheeks. He tilted his head, angling downwards, and began roaming his hands all over your back. He slipped his hands under your shirt, letting them rub over your lower back, all while still moving your lips together in a perfect harmony. 

He broke the kiss and came to rest his forehead against yours. He stared into your eyes, still massaging his hands around your back. He took several deep breaths, before bringing his lips back to yours. This kiss was more passionate, faster than the first. He pressed into you hard, his large hands shifting your body even closer to his. He began to back you towards the counter, making sure that his hands found it before your back so that he didn’t pin you between himself and the wooden surface. He moved his hands down the back of your ass, lifting you to sit on the counter. He worked his way between your legs, as you wrapped them around his waist. You tangled your fingers in his hair, slightly tugging at it to adjust his head for a better angle. You felt his hands travel around to your front, running along your stomach, then upwards. He grabbed at your breasts, kneading them and running his hands over the sensitive buds. 

“If you want me to stop, Y/N, just say something. Alright, Love,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. 

‘Don’t stop, Thomas. Don’t stop, ever.” You laughed, bringing his lips back to yours. 

You sat on the counter, with Tommy’s lips moving harshly against yours, as his hands traveled all over your body. Your face, your breasts, your legs, he had his hands everywhere. He slowly inched his hands towards your inner thigh, letting his long fingers graze over your center through your pants. 

“Do you want me to take them off, Tommy?” You asked, almost breathless. 

“No, not yet.” He said, bringing your lips back together.

He kept his mouth on yours, moving together. Your kissing and touching lasted for several more minutes before he pulled away. He held your face in his hands, and a large smile crawled across your face. He smiled back at you, and you began to giggle. He made you feel like a schoolgirl who just got her first kiss on the playground, made you feel like a fish who had just been returned to water.

"Y/N, I've got to go. I promise I'll be back, but I've got some business to tend to, Love." Tommy spoke, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Okay, Tommy. Be careful, I lo-," you paused, "Just be careful." You sheepishly nodded at him, as he headed out of your front door.

[sweatyfestivaltrash]

Dear lovely mutuals and followers,

As you know I don't publish many original thoughts but I have had one today that I haven't seen elsewhere, although I do have a huge blocklist, so there's a chance it's been suggested elsewhere and It's just me that missed it. Since it might be controversial and the facts can't be ever be proven, I decided to make my own post, rather than an anon ask on a bigger blog, but I would love to hear you opinions.

Warning: Liams funeral service content!! Tagged #rip liam payne. If this is not for you, please scroll on by.

My thoughts:

I believe that Louis gave a speech, said some words, or did a reading as part of the service.

1. Louis arrived wearing sunglasses, the same as the rest of the band.

2. While he was standing outside for a few minutes before going into the church, there is a video of Simon Jones where you can lip read him saying "Are you OK?" And Louis nods and replies "Yes".

- This is an inappropriate question from Simon Jones and an odd reply from Louis. Why would anyone ask a very close best friend of the deceased if they were ok, and why would the friend reply "yes" at the actual service, unless perhaps Simon Jones was asking in a professional context.

- From Daily Mail, other articles in the UK press and general blog discussions, we know it's been reported that Cheryl played a significant part in the funeral arrangements, negotiating to keep Bear out of the pap pictures. Cheryl's band Girls Aloud is represented by SJPR and they seem to have a positive, good relationship with him, as evidenced by Girls Aloud attending his wedding in Sept 2023. It seems very likely that SJPR worked alongside Cheryl, supporting her with the arrangements with the press. I've concluded that SJPR was working as well as attending the funeral.

3. While Louis is nodding "Yes" he starts rubbing his hands together in front of his chest. My first thought, like most people, was that he was cold, but thinking about it further, we have seen him make this gesture many, many times in his backstage Instagram Reels. He makes this specific hand rubbing motion when he's psyching himself up immediately before he goes on stage to perform.

4. Next , he moves his right hand over the left side of his suit, near the lapel.

- I've read some people say he's touching his heart, but usually when Louis is emotionally affected, e.g. during a fan sharing an emotional story, he presses his righthand palm to the center of his chest.

- This position on a man's suit can be where there is an internal pocket in the suit. He could have been double checking he had his speaking notes.

5. When he leaves the church, he's no longer wearing his sunglasses, unlike the rest of the band members.

- It would make sense if Louis removed his sunglasses to do a speech or reading as he seems like the kind of person who would do that out of respect for Liam and to connect with the funeral attendees/audience.

- If he gave them to Oli or Ben to hold or put them down somewhere it's easy to imagine him forgetting to put them back on before leaving the church.

In conclusion, I'm convinced that Louis played a role in the service based on all of the details above.

[hyenahunt]

Rouge & Ruby: February's Situation - 1

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Winter

Characters: Nagisa, Ibara

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Mirei

Nagisa: … Even if this doesn't count as an apology for that, I intend to go along with whatever plans or other things that you want to do.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Inside Company Car

Nagisa: …~♪⁠

Ibara: You sound like you're in a good mood, Your Excellency. Did something good happen?

Nagisa: … Not really, nothing much.

… It's just that we will be having work with Eve after this. Perhaps the thought itself has my heart dancing a bit in joy.

Ibara: Is that so?

Nagisa: … Yeah. Ever since the new year, we’ve had tons of work that divides us into Adam and Eve, after all.

… That's why I think it's natural to get excited to be working as Eden.

Ibara: Oh yes, indeed.

Nagisa: … I made Hiyori-kun really lonely because I wasn’t present during the SS qualifying rounds.

… If we only continue to work as Adam and Eve, the time I get to spend with Hiyori-kun is too little. It makes me sad.

Ibara: Is that so?

Nagisa: … To be honest, I would be happier if we could work together more. But according to what I’ve seen on the schedule so far, it seems that we’re still working as Adam and Eve.

… What should I do to make us more likely to work together? If I make a personal request to you, Ibara, would the chances of us working as Eden be higher?

… So instead of giving me that automatic reply, I want to hear a response from you, using your own words and explanations.

Ibara: — Oh. You've called me out before I could even open my mouth..

Nagisa: … If I didn't do that, Ibara would likely say "I wonder..." and just gloss over the conversation.

Ibara: Ahahaha⁠☆ You are right, it does sound like something I’d say.

The thing is, even if you asked me, there isn't much to explain… Technically we still have work as Eden, and it’s not like you can’t afford to spend time with them in private, right?

Although it’s true that Adam and Eve work has increased, as you’ve stated…

Nagisa: …Then at least give me a reason. What are you planning that would make you increase the activity and exposure of these two units now?

Ibara: So, Your Excellency has already decided that I have plans?

Nagisa: … Yes. I'm sure Ibara wouldn't make us do something out of the ordinary for no reason.

Ibara: Well, it does seem quite obvious by looking at the schedule alone, so I guess it's natural that you would question it.

However, before I give my answer, I want you to understand that I have no intention to “divide” Eden, or “force Eden into a fight” in any way, like how that executive once suggested.

Nagisa: … Of course. If I sense anything like that, I would force it out of you, rather than simply ask.

Ibara: Force it out of me, you say. How brutal.

But if we have an understanding, then there won't be a problem. After all…

The reason we are increasing the exposure of both Adam and Eve while continuing to work as Eden is because we are in the middle of an ongoing project.

Nagisa: … Project…?

Ibara: We are planning for a certain event and it is currently in the preparation stages. That’s why our activities are the way they are now…

I suppose both His Highness and even Jun might have the same question as Your Excellency. That's why …

Nagisa: … There is no point in explaining it now?

Ibara: I wouldn't say there is no point. To put it bluntly, doing it twice is just inefficient!

That's why I would rather explain it all when Eden has gathered. That way I can also hear everyone's opinion on it.

Nagisa: …Hmm. If you have your own reasons and are also willing to listen to us, I’ll let you go.

Ibara: Oh. Are you certain?

Nagisa: … It was you who said you'd explain it in our meeting. I'm simply choosing to believe you.

…Besides, because of my own anger and vengefulness, I took away the things that you really looked forward to in SS.

… Lately, you say things like "Love and Laugh~♪ ". But in the end, you didn't get to play your beloved war games.

… Even if this doesn't count as an apology for that, I intend to go along with whatever plans or other things that you want to do.

Ibara: …

— I get that you seem to have learned what “overthinking” is, Your Excellency.

But, perhaps I should say it hardly matters if you suddenly become self-aware of the trouble you’ve caused? Because for me, this isn’t the first time that I’ve been a victim of your whims.

Nagisa: … Did I cause that much trouble…?

Ibara: Argh, this deja vu feeling! This only makes things more difficult for me! Enough of such questions!

Knowing that Your Excellency is willing to go along with my plan is enough.

Nagisa: … Really?

… Then, I'll be good and wait for Ibara's explanation.

Ibara: (It looks like he really is waiting for my explanation as he said. His Excellency… opened the book in his hand again. I suppose that really is the end of our conversation.)

(Although, even with the problems that occurred in SS, I’m already very fortunate that His Excellency has chosen to take the stance of accepting my proposals.)

(… What's left is Eve. I assume Jun wouldn't have a problem with it. The main problem is conveying this plan to His Highness.)

(Well, if anything goes wrong, I’ll figure it out anyway.)

(I'll try to convey with the most convincing words I can muster that this is a project that was created for Eden, to show off Eden's greatness.)

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[somnolancee]

I'm trying to think of a nice way to say this... maybe it's kinda harsh, but right now my biggest piece of advice would be to stop talking about the amount of views/attention your stuff gets altogether across socmed. You need to act confident about your art and stuff even if you don't actually feel it, because seeing you talking about "flopping" and stuff can be really off-putting to people... even to older fans of your work it can eventually get kinda too much. Treat your work like it's already popular, don't get so invested in views, or even if you are, don't show it. I know this sounds harsh, but it's the best advice I can give right now. (TBH, I don't even recommend answering this publicly bc it'll draw attention to the issue, so feel free to just delete it after you've read it.)

I will actually answer it because some of y'all here don't follow me on other platforms and are probably not aware of what has going on since a year about my content or my OC in particular.

You werent harsh thanks for being honest I rather prefer that but I'd have preferred you to not being anon since I could have replied you in private /nm

I honestly don't care if it's bring to attention.

Alright.

First I'm so sorry for expressing my concerns and fears in public, I forgot I was an artist so people are just here for art and art.

But I'm also a human.

I always tried to be confident with my work but I just can't because in the end something always happen.

Since a year I deal with something in the Cookie Run fandom regarding my content and OC and it really took a huge toll on me and you will pardon me if I became anxious and paranoid from now.

I won't explain everything again but I did a doc not long ago so you can have a look 🤷

Easier said than done, it happens to everyone to feel like that, everyone have these days but again I'm sorry I forgot I was an artist and needed to post art here and nothing more.

I do my best to not vent too much but I'm sorry if sometimes I do it anyways.

Anyways I deleted the previous blog post and never will do it again.

Also sorry if I hurted people because of that post or my words, never been my intention.

Lesson learnt.

Btw don't give hate to anon please I really wanted to answer honestly and I hope it didn't sound mean nor anything !!

Take care everyone 🙌🫶

[lusttoke]

@ ky why you unfollowed?

[*] please remember you can still send asks if you wish even if we are not mutuals as long as you're not minor not racist not pedo in both ooc & ic.

i don't have to explain to each one why I unfollowed but here's a list of possible reasons you pick what makes you happy:

[x] i changed my rules. i used to be fine when people tag some gross content but not anymore. due bad experience with some i'll just respectfully soft block so we both unfollow each other. if you still wanna follow my blog feel free it's just some content i'd like not to see on my dash n im tired following up with each blog gross list tags.

[x] i hate any type of including a minor/teen in a sexual content.. even if they are not in a sexual content i fukin' hate teen muses anyway. call me a hater i just don't wanna see them.

[x] im strongly against people writing characters that are racist pedophiles homophobes etc etc.. your character being a survivor of such stuff in their back story is fine.. but your character committing such shit in rp is nope for me.

[x] I lose interest in our interactions. When people lose interest to write with me I rather they unfollow me than force themselves to write with me just because we're old mutual. so when I feel that you or me lose the interest to interact i'll just respectfully unfollow or block/unblock. it's not your job to entertain me and it's not my job to entertain you so if one of us is not having fun it's not worth it.

[x] your replies are weird to me. honestly my writing is so simple it's even trash but at least i try to make my character's actions /words clear for you to interact with them. some people's replies are so unrelated to what my muse said or did like as if they're answering another thread. im not saying im a good writer nope the opposite i just don't understand your writing sometimes and i'll save us both the awkwardness if that is repeated in few threads i'll just unfollow.

[x] you don't give me much to work with. rp is like catch ball. you have to throw and receive. I cant keep throwing the ball at you every time and your character is too passive in their response. so unless it's an ending of a thread your character gotta do /say something for my character to react otherwise your character can stay in their own world and i'll unfollow lol.

[x] ooc drama/ demanding replies / crossing ooc boundaries / talkin' shit about another mun i rp with.. etc im not a good person im trash in both person and in my writing. i enjoy writing though and i wanna be respectful and chill with people but some people are not chill.. i wont keep up with that. I'll unfollow if I feel uncomfortable with you. (people who are allowed to personally harass me are tala and sila lolol) anyone else you have to respect some boundaries with me.

[x] Thoughts about quitting rp. instead of deleting the blog i decided to keep it for the sake of the very few people who i love writing with. but will keep inbox open for non-mutual asks if they want to.

that being said I hope you find your reasons within the list if you been so obsessed of knowing why. again i aint a good person im trash but i try to have fun.

After this post im starting a new page and leaving this topic behind me. don't come ask me again about it i wont hesitate to block.

please keep eye on my rules before interacting.

with all love and respect ky

[enfate03]

Secondhand

Prologue ♡ Just a Little Bit

wc: 0.6k

cw: discrimination, manipulation

Masterlist | Next

If you lay on your back long enough, unblinkingly watching the ceiling fan put up a futile fight against the dizzying summer heat, your thoughts will start to wander to a different reality. In this other reality the emptiness on your skin, save for the blooming of freckles and scratches of memories, is not so condemning as it is freeing. With the leash around your neck cut with a single snip, nobody would care to stare or tie the handle around a telephone pole.

To the people that mattered, it didn’t used to be so constrictive. Civilizations thrived even as world leaders sought to marry their children off before they reached the age of independence, hoping to beat the universe by forcing their child into a loveless and politically fortunate marriage. In fact, the royal and rich strived to create baseborns, children that would accept the reality of their broken fate and reach for success rather than romance.

If you let the seconds tick into hours, maybe you can hallucinate your world into that society of blue bloods. Quantum-leaping into a different reality where passionate one-night stands leading to conception are just a mistake, not blasphemy. Away from the society that embraces soulmates more than ever before, that considers babies made by coloring outside the lines as broken. Worthless. Baseborn.

If you hadn’t been adopted, you almost certainly would have wasted away within the system. You were taught that the soulmark was a gift given to humans for their attainment of reason and superior intellect. No other animals have been discovered with similar markings, even those with behaviors for lifelong mating. For someone to betray this gift of the universe in such an obvious way would be a crime, and although you could not control it, there were many with the belief that children like you didn’t deserve to exist in the first place.

It is this thought process that you fear, one that would turn friends and strangers against you. Your adoptive father had been one to take pity on you, not wanting to blame the sins of the parents on the innocent child. But even still, he had brought you into his lap one day to explain the circumstances of your birth and the dangers that would follow you for the rest of your life. You learned from him the importance of keeping your distance and how to ignore the loneliness that could swallow you up.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You had asked him the night he dispelled your innocence, clutching a stuffed rabbit close to your chest.

“My dear, it is not your fault,” he had replied. But he did not dispute it either.

The idea that a baseborn could search for love had been one that you had batted around your mind like a kitten for the longest time. But despite the long family lines of historical monarchies that could be traced throughout time, those without functioning soulmarks were discouraged from reproducing. Even your father had warned you against it. He had rescued you in the hopes of allowing you to make the best of a life you weren’t supposed to have in the first place, but the best you have ever been allowed to strive for is a successful, comfortable life. Alone.

“Even if you came across someone like me, who lost their soulmate at a young age, you could never be loved as they loved their other half. You would always be second best, my dear.”

Sometimes you think you could settle for second best. You don’t need all the love in someone’s heart. Maybe just a little bit could sustain you.

Author's note: hi, hello. Nice to meet everyone. I've been on tumblr for a long time, and I've been a writer for just as long if not longer, but I recently decided to make a writing-specific blog for k-pop. This is a work that I've had in the drafts for years, and I'm hoping that by posting it, I'll finally be motivated to finish it. I hope you like it (and if not, please be kind). I know it's not very exciting and a bit vague, but hopefully, it's a good introduction to the world I'm trying to build. I'm excited to post the first chapter, cause that's where Heeseung shows up, and I also have another story set in the same universe that I'm working on, so if you're interested, stay tuned. <3 Brew

[lured-into-wonderland]

i. Please be kind & respectful towards the mun, the muse and all other persons and muses interacting on this blog. This blog is 21+. Mun goes by Lizzy, is 25+ and does not feel comfortable to interact with minors.

ii. I am open to interacting with anyone from any fandom. I am not mutual-exclusive and I usually follow back within a few days if I think I can comply with your rules and see the possibility to interact. If I cannot find your age, your rules or basic information about your muses, I most likely will not follow back. I am more hesitant to follow rl fc, but is not an absolute no, either. That being said, I prefer to interact with mutuals.

iii. I tend to write longer than shorter and I usually try to match your length. However, you are not expected to do so. I also write on-liners, but rather for the muses with some established relations. I am not time-bound and I am happy to have tons of open threads. Different time points? Yes, I am for it. Various scenarios for our muses? Yes, I am for it. Various verses? Extremely happy to have them.

iv. I myself have little to no triggering issues, but will try my best to mark everything accordingly. Having said that, please do not send asks on i*****, r***, p******** and any related nauseating issues. #TW and #NSFW asks are accepted provided you and your muse is of age. I will use #nsfw tag for (more) explicit content and #suggestive for all other. #tw tag will be followed by additional tagging. Please do not hesitate to DM me if you need any specific content to be tagged for you. Smut might appear on this blog, but I am only comfortable writing it with persons I talk ooc, and when our muses have established relations.

v. Reasonable level of godmodding is acceptable, especially for starters and developing the plot. Please apply common sense. I do not mind my muse getting hurt if it is a logical consequence of the plot. Also in starters. Again, please apply common sense. Or plot it with me.

vi. If your muses have special abilities, please do use them on my muse. I always read the rules and the bio and I have decided to interact with your muse. But please note that Nunnally is not so defenceless as she might seem, and her responses might also vary.

vii. Nunnally is open for all kind of shipping, but please keep in mind she is not easy to romantically ship with. I prefer ships to be chemistry- and writing-based than pre-established (but these also works for me). Mainly because I am not too good at plotting, if we just started to interact. It becomes much easier later. But if you have any idea, please do share it. I will most likely be there for it.

viii. This blog will address serious issues, among which the most common is child abuse, psychical and psychological violence, drugs, Stockholm syndrome, depression and forced/arranged marriage. Please consider yourself warned at this point. NSFW, mafia and gore themes may also appear on this blog.

ix. Please note I am not Nunnally. And the views expressed here are those of hers. And Nunnally is a troubled individual with specific mindsets.

x. If we follow each other, you are the rp blog, and we do not have any interactions for a longer time, I might unfollow. Although I do understand the need for breaks and periods of inactivity. If I unfollow you, I will soft block you, and I ask for the same courtesy.

xi. I can wait for the reply. I do not mind it. Please work at your own pace. It is a hobby and not a work. If I do not answer for longer time, please feel free to approach me as most likely I did not see your reply. If you do not reply for a longer time and I am unsure if you've seen the post, I might drop in and ask about it. Please note that is not to pester you for a reply, but I have had issues before with my rp partners not being notified about my reply. Please do let me know, if you'd rather me not doing that.

xii. I do not take it personal if you do not follow me back. I understand that you might not be interested in interacting with me or my muse. However, I will probably unfollow after some time as well.

xiii. Please note I will be trimming my posts. You do not have to, but I would like to keep my mutuals' dashes neat and clean. I am on beta editor and I am not able to trim your posts if you are using legacy. If that is the case, I will either reblog without cutting (for shorter replies) or start a new post for the long ones.

xiv. My DM are always open if you'd like to plot or discuss something. I have a discord as well available upon request.

[fixingmysociallife]

Letting go of emotional pain

G'Day Depressos,

back again and with a serious burner this time. I know I tend to ramble quite a lot anyway and this time, my story is a long one. The life lesson at the end is worth it tho, promise.

Last April was my last day of highschool and I was in bliss for about three weeks. Being out of hell finally gave me time to sleep, de-stress, plan a few nice projects and just calm myself down. However, I didn't realise what kind of risks this time in my life would bring. Today I know that I am hugely dependent on clear routines, tasks to work on and emotional support by my friends. Last year, all that stuff wasn't quite clear yet.

So naturally, my mental health slowly began to decline without me figuring out why. I became an unmotivated insomniac with rising anxiety levels and when I tried to lean into my support system...it collapsed right under my sorry ass. In this story I will especially focus on one particular friend. She and I got very close in 11th grade and from that point on, I had given her everything she could ever needed. I gave motivational speeches, hugs, carried emergency chocolate, ordered a pizza into school and went for late visits to watch a comfort movie together. She was not really stable and I was, so I didn't mind pouring some love into her, knowing that she would return it if needed.

Well.

I called her multiple times, crying and hyperventilating (surely over some bullshit that triggered my anxiety, but still) and got immediatly cut off because she was busy, usually with her boyfriend. She also never texted me afterwards or even replied in unter two days and I did not see her alone for two months. To me, it sounded like now that I required some attention and support from her, I was no longer useful or worthy of interaction. So I stopped contacting her.

My overall condition was getting worse and worse and I desperately tried to gain new friendships fast, going out with someone every other night to hang. Didn't help. By the start of summer, I was deep in a depressive phase, a new experience for me. This caused me to be all over the place, miss my friends' birthday and frankly not having energy left to deal with just myself, rather than other people.

And I didn't choose to communicate any of it to her, continued to be a bad friend without given reason and was mad about it. A few times we had a little contact, minor discomforts or arguments, but nothing serious from my perspective. I invited her to my 18th Birthday, she ghosted me for five days and then rspv'd no. Suddenly, it was the end of September. She was scheduled to leave for an exchange in middle of the month. Without a word, she was gone. And I had no idea why.

Damn, I was mad and hurt. I decided to let myself grieve, bring distance between me and the situation and get my life back together first. Maybe that was wrong, maybe that was my last chance to have a talk. Idk. Anyway, college started, I slowly got back on track and am happy and healthy now (more or less, see the entire content of my tumblr blog). She got back, I waited two weeks and then asked to meet up and talk, telling her that I didn't really know why we drifted apart. She declined with the reason that she clearly communicated her feelings and that a talk most likely wouldn't change anything.

???

Of course, I was a little perplex. It didn't sound like her to not let someone speak for themselves and completely disregard the changes a person normally goes trough in half a year and more. It was rude. It was unfair. It was wrong. But you know what? It wasn't my decision to make. Also, I had wanted an open discussion about both our faults, reasons and circumstances. Whilst she had washed herself clear of all guilt in her reply text, basically informing me that the conversation that I imagined couldn't have happened anyway. I was in a bad mood for an evening, laid off homework to watch Newsies (1992) and Legally Blonde, cried a little and got to sleep. And the next morning, I was over it.

Because I realized that, when someone doesn't want closure or help, investing energy simply isn't worth it. The memories of my friend and I together are bittersweet now, but it couldn't have that back anyway. She changed in a way that I dislike and I probably did too.

Recycling is great, but sometimes, broken things cannot be repaired and that's okay.

See you around with the next of my social adventures,

Byee!

Let's be real no one will read this monstrosity of a post.

Oh well

[acidcorrodes]

for the mun -> what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it? // who was the first faceclaim that was 'ruined' for you in the rpc? why was that? // what skills have you gained by roleplaying? // what faceclaim do you wish you could play, and why haven't you used them/yet?

-> About the url

Regarding the url, it was honestly the only thing I could come up with at the time! Initially (c. 2013) my url was dmitryhackshaw, back when it was just the one muse for a group rpg. I then converted it to an indie rp blog, which then at some point had the url slitthroattherapy as a vibes thing ✨ (and song reference), and at another point it had the url nyantry as a joke I became too fond of accidentally. I still keep the old urls but am not currently doing anything much with them, except I'm using nyantry for my 1x1 rp. Now, at some point, I decided to add more muses and so it no longer made sense to me to use Dmitry-centric urls. The only thing I could come up with that made sense for all/most of the muses was acidcorrodes, which was meant to evoke... I suppose the way hardship can absolutely get under your skin and absolutely, thoroughly change you into something new. It's not meant to be purely a destructive image, it can go either way. Some substances become weaker after corrosion or oxidation, others become stronger. That's what I wanted to evoke! My favorite characters to write are characters who have been transformed in some way, characters who are built from their past rather than simply "getting over it" or "forgetting" or whatever. I like the idea of integrating it, of living with it, of transforming it into something greater.

-> About ruined FCs

I don't think I truly have any fcs that I consider ruined, per se. The only fcs I'm not willing to write with are severely problematic ones (think: serial killers) and, generally speaking, anime faceclaims because the drawings kind of take me out of my own imagination. (I'm generally willing to write with characters that have anime fcs, but without the images, just text-only). That being said, I think the drama of the Depp vs. Heard case kinda put me off from Amber Heard as a fc, even if on principle I don't have a problem and I don't have a stance on the case — I don't know the actual details, I just know the outcome was basically "both owe each other some form of restitution". But truly, wholeheartedly, honestly, the character isn't the faceclaim and I stand by that as a principle, so I don't do banned fc lists or anything of that sort.

-> Skills

Oh man, where to begin! One of the first things I learned, since I started roleplaying on forums and then moved to Tumblr, was how to edit HTML and CSS. I'm in the process of learning how Tumblr theme code actually works from the ground up, as opposed to just the styling, because I'd like my blog to look neater honestly. (Yes, I know people mostly prefer dash-only; I just don't wanna go to third-party sites to host information I can host.... right here.... on this same website.) I was also motivated by writing Dmitry specifically to learn more about Russian culture, the Russian language itself, and to learn about aerospace engineering. I wound up getting a minor in aerospace eng. as part of my degree! But generally, all the Russian text I occasionally drop in, the Russian text on his pinterest, and other little bits like that are genuine and meaningful. I also learned a ton about Catholicism, partially motivated by the plots I was and am writing, and partially just due to my own interest. I've also over time learned how to structure my replies better and how to describe stuff with more detail to evoke what I'm imagining. Plus a ton of random vocabulary; English is my second language.

-> Which fc would you like to play?

Honestly, Renée Phoenix is excellent as a fem!Dmitry but there's basically zero gifs, and after Steady Damage she changed her hair and FFR kinda went extremely quiet and so idk. No resources. Similar problem with F*lice F*wn, which is why Dmitry's genderbent faceclaim is Tuppence Middleton as Riley Blue in Sense8 instead. Aside from that, I think Oli Sykes and Sam Carter are absolutely gorgeous but I haven't come up with characters, and I don't think there's many Sam gifs either. I like musicians as faceclaims, what can I say? As far as actors/actresses, I don't really currently know! I've mainly been re-watching shows I've seen a thousand times like The Twilight Zone, Supernatural, Dexter, and others, and while some actors and actresses stand out to me, I'd truly like to write more female muses, esp. non-white ones. The lack of diversity in my muses is primarily due to the fact that many of them are at least a decade old, and back then there weren't as many options for faceclaims with gifs specifically. That's completely changed now, which is wonderful! But for now I'm hesitant to add more muses before revamping the ones I already have and making things make sense in my brain first I think.

[mainstoryarchive]

Tumultuous Times - 59: Noises

Translator: Peace & 310mc

Proofreader: moricchiichan & Spoonbutt

Tatsumi: Ohh? There’s quite a ruckus here—Everyone’s bustling about in a panic; are we experiencing some kind of world crisis?

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: ES Lobby

Heading: A few minutes later

Tatsumi: Ohh? There’s quite a ruckus here—Everyone’s bustling about in a panic; are we experiencing some kind of world crisis?

Mayoi: Fufu. It's been this way for a couple of days now; the ripples caused by Crazy:B are spreading ever-wider.

Ahhh, I'd rather they not though; undesirable things often wake when the water is disturbed like this.

Aira: No, seriously, Mayo-san—How the heck do you know so much? You barely ever got out of bed, right? So where do you get all this info—?

Mayoi: Ahh, it certainly is suspicious that I do, isn't it? Due to my poor health, I have been taking time to recuperate in my own space—

And it was in this darkness, filled with things that I cherish so much, buried like a scarab beetle beneath the sands— that I heard of such things.

Tatsumi: Ahh, I did hear rumors that you’d sneak out of your bed quite often—

You’ll have us all worried, so at the very least, write us a note when you do, okay?

Mayoi: Aaaah, I'm terribly sorry—I don't have a mind for that which others call common sense—

I've never spent so much time with others before like this— It's very new to me, so I haven't been able to grow accustomed to it just yet.

Aira: Huh? But you must’ve at least spent time with other people when you went to school like everyone else, right?

Mayoi: I haven't. When I was young, I suffered from a genetic disease that threatened my very life—

Rather than commute to school, I mostly studied what was necessary by a tutor at home, through distanced courses, or on my own.

It would seem that I've even been enrolled into Yumenosaki Academy—though despite that, I've never attended a day!

I've always been such a recluse—I truly am unfit for society!

Hiiro: There is no need to apologize, Mayoi-senpai. I’m the very same as you—I was educated by my parents and specialized teachers as well.

My brother too, though he mostly taught me whenever he felt like it when we were children.

While I had heard of the term “school”, the very concept of it was like a parallel world to me.

Mayoi: Fufu. So we are the same, you and I. I wonder, is it possible for a pair of strays to form their own pack—

Mayoi: Eek!?

Aira: W-What’s wrong, Mayo-san?

Mayoi: Ah, nothing, I just—I saw something fluttering down. C-Could it be an angel's feather—?

Tatsumi: May I see what it is?

—Oh, it seems to be sheet music—? Where did it come from—?

Leo: AAAAAARGH!

Shut up! What's with all the loud, useless squawking?!

Blah, blah, blah! All your whining and complaining—don't you have anything better to do?! You oughta be shouting about love and dreams, and hollering your hopes for the future—fun stuff like that!

Dammit, I've got nothing! There's not a single drop of inspiration bursting forth!

I'm in a slump! What am I gonna do? Grrr, this is all Sena's fault—all of it! All because he decided to leave me and start living abroad!

Wait, no! It's no good to blame everything on that guy! I know that already! So instead, I'll just blame this on every other human being on the planet except for Sena!

You! This is all your fault! Shut your traps and leave a genius to his work—!

Tatsumi: —? It sounds like a child throwing a tantrum somewhere—? His voice is echoing through the building.

Aira: Maybe from the second floor—? No wait, maybe it’s even higher than that—?

Mayoi: Eeeek, every time that voice speaks even more sheet music falls down!

If the paper's red then we'll be flayed, if it's blue then our blood will drain from our bodies, but what does it mean when it's white?![1]

Leo: You got a problem with white paperrrr?! It's your fault I can't write a single thing, all because you guys won't talk about anything fun!

Mayoi: A-A reply?! Are we being haunted by any chance—!?

Tatsumi: Mrmm—? Surely it’s nothing but a strange fellow playing a joke or two above, no?

Aira: Wait, could you let me see that sheet music?

Hiiro: Okay, I’ve gathered all of them. This is bringing back memories—I used to perform a similar training back at my hometown, you see. I’d punch through all the falling leaves with my fists.

Aira: I don’t wanna hear any more of your weird stories from your hometown! I’ve had enough of them!

Anyway, more importantly—Look at the signature on the sheet music! Do any of you recognize it?

It says “Leo”! Wait, don’t tell me this means—The genius composer, Tsukinaga Leo—?

Hiiro: — Who is that?

Tatsumi: Hmm, I feel like I’ve heard of that name before— Is he famous?

Aira: Oh my god, don’t you guys know anything!?

Tsukinaga Leo-san is the former leader of Knights, one of the Big Three units! He insists that he’s mainly a composer, but his work as an idol is just as incredible!

He’s even got a high profile in ES! How could you not know a thing about someone as insanely popular as that!? I’m this close to losing it!

Mayoi: Fufu. I know whom you speak of. Personally, I prefer the darker tones of his older works, the ones that felt as if I would be cut if they were swords, to the more popular style he's done as of late—

That aside, I was under the impression he was becoming far more active overseas! To think that he was in Japan—

I'm quite a fan, you see, so I'd like to meet him in person—I hear he's rather cute. ♪

Aira: Oh my goshhh, for the first time ever, someone gets it! Thank you sooo much Mayo-san, I feel saved! Let’s shake hands~!

Mayoi: Yes, let's—♪

Tatsumi: Fufu, now, now, why don't we return these sheet music to this “Leo-san”?

Most of these seem like unfinished scores—The wind must’ve scattered them about, and it may be a problem if he loses them.

Hiiro: Indeed. We still have time before the time we agreed to meet Switch. I think taking a detour occasionally is worthwhile.

Aira: Ummm, I’m pretty sure we don’t have the time for any detours, though—

Leo: Auuugh, arrrrgh! Shut up! Every last one of you, shut up!

Let me focus! Someone, anyone, give me inspiration!

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Mayoi's referencing one of Japan's bathroom folklore stories, the Aka Manto. In the tale, the Aka Manto asks the person in the bathroom stall if they'd like red paper or blue paper; like most Japanese horror tales, answering either way ends in death (red = flaying/stabbing, blue = strangulation/bloodletting) and the best way to avoid such fates is to ignore the Aka Manto or reject its offer.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (720): Thu 8th Mar 2024

I thought about how I always try to combine two or more ideas whenever I get a tattoo in order to get more original and unique imagery and I have decided apply this logic to a new business enterprise as I set up my own mobile museum. Instead of getting people to come to my museum I will take it to them as I will be driving the bus Rosa Parks would be arrested on and inside rather than spreading out all of the exhibits I will have them collected into one piece. It will be The Elephant Man’s skeleton wearing Jackie Kennedy’s blood stained dress, holding one of the violins the musicians on the Titanic was playing, in the other hand he'll be carrying the headless bat that Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off and on his feet will be the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz. Tell me you wouldn't pay money to hop on the mobile museum to check it out if it drove into your town. After four very long years I have finally finished my gruelling but also incredibly pleasurable challenge to read every book to win the Edgar Award for Best Novel. I don’t know how I found out about these awards (though I suspect it was just through randomly trawling through Wikipedia) or why I decided to read every winning book but when I sat down to read the first winner “Beat Not The Bones” by Charlotte Jay I couldn’t imagine I wouldn’t finish the challenge until four years later. After nearly half a decade of this on again off again mission, at approximately 16:00 today I finished the final book in the challenge, Notes on an Execution. The final pages of the book depict the last moments of a murderer on death row as he sees the world slip away much like I was watching the final moments of my beautiful four year long task disintegrate before my eyes like a swan in a barrel of acid. I immediately took out my bucket list and struck a line through “Edgar Awards” and breathed a huge sigh of relief before stepping outside to do several interviews with the big news networks and watching all the video messages of congratulations from celebrities such as Lee Ryan from Blue, Justin Lee Collins and The Pope. I’m so glad that this thing is over but at the same time I’m thankful that I’ve been introduced to a lot of amazing writers whose work I never would have gotten to sample if it weren’t for this insane challenge. Starting tomorrow I will begin my new insane challenge of attempting to read every book by the great Philip K Dick.

I watched an episode of The One Show that covered a book award ceremony for children who had written stories made up of 500 words or less. I don't know why but I hate seeing children display talent at an incredibly young age. It's probably because when I was a child I submitted a story for this competition about a nymphomaniac bank manager who constantly takes customers into the bank's giant vault to bang them which I titled "Safe Sex" and not only did it not win but I was forced to undergo counseling and electroshock treatment. One of the winners was this eleven year old kid and he was a right smug little cunt. When the host asked him if he could believe he won he replied in a deadpan fashion “Well yeah because you just said it” and when Alex Jones asked if he would continue writing he said “Well I’m currently writing three stories”. This self-congratulatory bitch is going to end up being the Prime Minister one day isn't he? In twenty years time when I get my well earned OBE for all the great sitcoms I write it's going to be this smarmy gobshite who ruins my day by giving me my medal and commenting "I've never seen your stuff personally but I'm told it's very funny".Tom Hiddleston presented an award but he didn’t do his Robert De Niro impression. I actually want to write a Philip K Dick-style book where Hiddleston runs for president and his only act is to make it punishable by death to watch, share or discuss his De Niro impression ever happened.

[godstrain]

Rex’s Gardening Service here.

Loamy Soil:

Your passions outside of role play seep through in your writing; you bring an intellectual edge to your words, and it’s very satisfying to see. You’re also a very sweet person, and I hope you get to know you better.

Sunlight:

I’m just so impressed with your portrayal of Albert Wesker. This is a character I’ve loved for well over a decade, and yet I find myself loving him more and more through your muse. You don’t pull any punches, but you also don’t— hesitate to get down and dirty with his trauma and his struggles. Don’t ever change.

Drizzle from the watering can:

Tell us a self-indulgent headcanon that you have about your muse.

th,,, h

holy shit rex im going to fuckn cry???? what the fuck this is so sweet of you!!!!

but im going to get super real here.

honestly, when i first jumped into the RE rabbit hole, i was worried that i wouldn't be able to do wesker justice- and you know my track record of muses well enough from seeing me in the pokemon fandom lmao- and it's not like i haven't written characters that are sorta wesker-adjacent before, because i have, and still there was this lingering doubt which i will guess is due to the fact i had also never really been in a horror franchise because i had so much that i was afraid of. fear, i have found, really does hold people back, and i basically had to supreme exposure therapy myself and even then i was having a time.

that was ... may 5th, 2023. the day i decided to bite the bullet and make wesker a blog and write a character from a franchise i literally knew NOTHING about. and that's not often my style. i am a perfectionist at heart- proud and rather critical of my work, wanting to always put out my best and show that i know exactly what the hell i'm talking about. i'm a researcher and scholar just as much as i am an artist and writer- i accept nothing but 100%, and in the past, i would spend countless hours doing research before writing a goddamn thing, i'd comb through my rp partner's blogs for metas so i could make something unique for their portrayal (and that is something i still do and will always do), and then when everything was in place, i'd post a goddamn reply. i usually read at least 5 scholarly articles about a topic that i want to tie into a muse before writing a meta. i put my professional resources to use to bring life to my fiction.

but with wesker, i just went headfirst in. i didn't master the lore. i skimmed a wiki page and watched a few clips from various iterations of his character. i took a look at his tag on tumblr and twitter (and promptly was like mkay can't handle this right now). i read the wiki page a little more closely, and then i took the leap of faith, hoping that all the things i had learned from past characters and all the knowledge i had accumulated and all the experiences i've had working in the inpatient psych unit would be enough. i am not the type to leave anything unattended. this was wildly unlike me.

and i am so glad i did this, and more than that i am so, so honored that you have found more things to love about wesker through my portrayal. the portrayal that didn't get the same perfectionist treatment before it even saw the light of day. wesker, whose lore i have explored rather extensively in the ... what uh. 3 months i have been writing him- there's so much i still have to learn, and so much i want to explore. i see art as it should be: a mirror of life and society. the truth is, albert wesker could be anyone. that pain and suffering and horrible upbringing is a thing that happens. he's so painfully alive in that way. it's hard to look at the truth like that, but i also sure hate ignorance, in myself and in others. we cannot learn if we do not see. so i don't hold my punches, and i don't hide the aspects of him that i know sometimes would be cut out. there's so much i have learned from writing wesker- about how i write, what i expect of myself, and how i can better myself in so many ways, and i never expected to learn through this.

so thank you. thank you so much for this, it means more than i could possibly put into words.

on the note of self-indulgent meta analysis, i want you to know that i picked "wilde" for wesker's original surname because of my love for oscar wilde. it's a common theme in my metas where i will throw in something as a treat for myself like that. i picked cambridge, ma, for his birthplace because i live nearby, and there's something about having a character you love "nearby" that is??? sorta serotonin inducing. you know, in the style of tolkien's desire of dragons- "I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril." and for me, i guess it's something like that. i keep the things i find the most interesting close in some form, yeah?

[thebadtimewolf]

shh its not important

i don't wanna see ur tags ragging on a ship. otherwise why reblog it?

because liking a well-made and well-crafted gifset is not enough. 

reblogging spreads the work of art. its someone going: [hey my tags are irrelevant! look at what this person did with this scene that they made it their own! i love it so much i reblogged it to my blog!], show, ep, actors, 

what an individual puts as tags used to be private, a spur of ramblings as well as thoughts or random non-fluent theories of said scene in show. unrelated and were only to be seen by the reblogged and whoever followed said blog. 

if someone said prev tags, it was meant as a response to the two rebloggers - the tags never showed as a response to the op unless the word OP or op was in said tag.

now they added replies for gif posts and that is where you are supposed to compliment, praise or critique the gifset or give ‘kudos’ to the gifmaker. i don't even notice the tags from other ppl blogs. because its not my mf business.

the same people that complain and wish to block because of somebody else’s tags are the same people that are upset they have WAY more likes than reblogs.

i stopped making gifs as heavily as of late because of this sentiment that's starting to rise. and i knew that tumblr update where you can see tags (yknow because ppl didn’t reblog and put in tags; they reblogged AND HAD A WHOLE LONG POST THAT WHEN THE GIFMAKER DEACTIVATED ALL. YOU. HAD. WAS. THE. LONG. POST. VERSION. AS THE OLDEST) was going to bring this convo.

block whoever you like but, if this is your main complaint: don’t be shocked at the drastic decrease of your gifsets and sudden increase when you decide to step away for a decade or so.

I've seen this convo every time since 2010.

but tags always been like this. 

plus there’s an off switch to only have people that only mutuals reblog it. 

there are even tags of others shared sentiment OF THE COMPLAINT WHICH DEFEATS THE PURPOSEE/INTENTION OF THE INITIAL COMPLAINT

why else ya think they lumped text, photo, video, audio etc into one thing? because of nonsense complaints like that. its already harder for gif makers and resources to function and post on here with a busted tag search - don't make it nearly operational simply because you rather it function like facebook, twitter, insta, etc.

if that’s the case, go there.

but don't come to a self-proclaimed hellsite with clowns and complain that it’s acting as a self-proclaimed hellsite with clowns even in the tags. cmon now.