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[woovalin]

i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.

i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.

some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up and take a step back. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.

for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.

members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.

i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice they deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.

let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really, not at all.

ALWAYS choose morals over these strangers you idolize. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.

maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will continue to support nct as a whole with the remaining members. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little while. if the situation escalates and other members are investigated and new information comes to light about the rest of them either knowing or possibly being involved, it would be best to step away for good. i will do my best to stay updated. but i do hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no other members were involved; but this, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.

let’s hope this causes a domino effect and more of these people are exposed and charged for the crimes they’re committing.

sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!

love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3

❗️EDIT: also i wanna add that we need to not praise the rest of the members or any other celebrity for simply unfollowing him on social media. that is the least of anyone’s worries.

we don’t know if they were aware, we don’t know if they knew and were protecting him or turning a blind eye. it could be them trying to save themselves and clear their guilty conscience. maybe they didn’t know and are just as shocked as we are, we don’t know that either.

we blindly trust these people and believe they have good intentions but look at where that can lead to. fans being upset is valid, yes; but remember people with money and power will do whatever it takes to sweep things under the rug and make it go away in order to save face and keep their image and reputation.

follow-up post here.

[natfive9]

Here is the post that everyone is waiting for regarding Killerbait/kat/kit. 

I just want to preface by saying, if this blog gets confusing at any point, I am willing to answer questions that anyone has. I will NOT be exposing her real name or identity to the public. As there are pedophiles that interacted with her and could potentially cause harm if they became obsessive enough. I am all too familiar with the way that the online-world works and I do not wish any form of physical harm on her. After all, I knew Kat & loved her for nearly four years. 

I’m going to try to keep this as simple as I can so everyone can understand. But breaking down almost four years of details will get complicated. 

So let’s start from the beginning:

I met Kat during my sophomore year of high school. I was 15 at the time and she was 15 as well. We are the same age, I am just a few months older than her. Which makes us BOTH currently the age of 17. We are both still minors. We became friends very quickly and connected over TLOU because we both made edits of the game and met through TikTok which is how we even became associated with each other. I had a girlfriend at the time, but we both had (unstated) feelings for each other than didn’t get acted on until late into my junior year. In the mean time, she had a different girlfriend after realizing that I wasn’t “available.” We remained friends throughout this entire period of time, there were instances where we didn’t speak as much just because I have a very busy life and so did she. Towards the end of her and her ex girlfriend’s relationship, we got close again, and I even got close with her ex girlfriend. We had a group chat together and we all spoke everyday for a couple of weeks until eventually, her and her girlfriend’s relationship came to an end. Which brings me into the next chapter of Kat and I’s life “together.” 

Me and Kat started dating in December of 2023. And we broke up as of this Tuesday. We were together for a year and three months. Our relationship was completely okay up until around August/September. We started fighting over things but they always got resolved and things would be fine, until inevitably they weren’t. And I have just found out yesterday, that she had actually reached out to her ex girlfriend- claiming I was “aggressive” and that there were “other girls.” Both of which are false allegations against me and the person that I am. I would never have considered cheating on Kat, even when she started treating me like I was less than a person to her. 

Here is the proof of her and her ex girlfriends conversation about me with time stamps: 

This all happened in August, as you can see. We later broke up once in December almost directly after we had hit our one year. I broke up with her because of the mistreatment and then a small miscommunication that was genuinely just the last straw for me. I wish I would’ve kept things that way. But she insisted that we stayed friends and still spoke afterwards, we kept each other on social media, and we both made the mistakes of staying in contact after the break up- which inevitably led to us getting back together after three days.  

After that it just never got better. It was another draining 3-4 months of begging to be treated like a person. I begged her to love me, I begged her to care about my successes, I begged her to care about my problems when I had them, I just begged. I did a LOT of begging. And she could typically only give me the words “I’ll try to do better” or “I’m sorry.” Occasionally though, she would give a genuine apology. Occasionally. 

On Monday, March 10th of 2025, I asked her if we could call once or twice a month. As we barely ever called. I never even FaceTimed this girl. She never wanted to and would refuse. Calling is very important to me because quality time is one of my verrryyy big love languages. So It really meant something when I got to call her, I truly cherished every moment with her. But she would deny my request almost every time. Which is why I proposed  the idea of calling 1-2 times a month. To which she said “I can try” and when I was upset and started texting dryly, she did not respond. She just asked if she could go to sleep. To which I said yes, and then later that evening before I went to bed- I sent her a text telling her “if you don’t love me anymore, it’s okay. You can leave and I won’t stop you.” That morning when I woke up, I saw her response and she told me that she “no longer saw me as a girlfriend, and loved me more as a friend.” And when I asked her if we could fix it, she told me “I hope so.” Which is when I knew it was over. And I told her we should probably break up. 

Here is the proof of that conversation as well: 

The SS below is the second convo we had that day. Where I asked her if she had me blocked on tumblr. Because last time we broke up she posted about me, but nothing to this extent. I admit I was gonna look if she did, as any ex normally would lol… but I never expected to see the things she posted this time around.

After all of this. Things only got worse, as all of you guys know. Whether you are fans, haters, or neutral on her as a person. We all saw her account go “downhill” as most sane people would say. She started posting her nudes on the Internet and publicly sexting potential adults and minors, as well as saying that they could rape her. 

This is all while she is also a minor. She is 17 years old. Seven. teen. 

Here is the proof I can provide of that:

Killerbait enabling rape:

And her admitting to it, knowing that it is wrong, since some of you guys are saying that she “might not know better.”:

Proof that Killerbait is a minor:

This is a conversation between me and her mother. I’m keeping it cropped because I want NO part in any form of doxxing or harm towards her family. Or her, for that matter. Which is a big reason why I’m even doing this in the first place. I am SPREADING AWARENESS….:

This is a birthday post I made for her, the date is at the top of the post: 

And to provide more proof that she is a habitual liar, here is her lying about texting her ex-girlfriend about me “cheating.” Saying that she “never did that.”: 

This is proven to be a lie, as in the screenshots I uploaded above in this blog, show that she OBVIOUSLY messaged her ex girlfriend- claiming I cheated on her, as well as saying I was “aggressive.”  

I think that is all. This is all the proof that I have. If there are any questions please feel free to ask. I know I said this was solely about revenge, as I am very angry and hurt. I was molested from ages 6-11 by my own family member. The fact that she is capitalizing off of this kind of topic is sickening. And the fact that she is exposing herself online to potential predators, is sickening as well. I am with everyone when they say that they hope she gets the help that she needs. I genuinely hope that she stays safe and she recovers from everything that she has gone through/is going through. But she needs to stay off of the internet. There will always be creeps lurking, preying on girls just like her. I want to put an end to this.

Thank you to everyone who spent their time reading this and trying to understand the situation. I do not care about “sides” being taken. I just want her to be safe. 

(I also want to note that, after knowing her for four years. She never once mentioned having any trauma regarding rape. So throw that excuse for her behavior out the window.)

[shuenkio]

𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾? | 성훈 -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠-

Paring: Sunghoon X M!reader

Synopsis: A friend benefits but you have the audacity to ask him to be your boyfriend again when he thought he's already yours?

Genre: Fluff. Cw: a bit freaking at last.

Non proof read. English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

You have always been a hater of friends with benefits for your whole life but it seems like when it was Sunghoon, he was your exception. Why not though when the Park Sunghoon guy is the most hottest and gorgeous man you've ever seen in this whole campus. Ofc you did accept his deal without even thinking.

On the other hand, Talking about how Sunghoon got his nose on you, it was like lightning struck love, the first sight he saw in you he must get you around his fingers, instantly, the thought to own you was so powerful but not until he realizes if he ask you to be his, just by the first appearance of you, would probably be so weird to even sound so that's why he come up with a deal instead. "Friend with benefits." They both fucked, make out, kissed, hang out like a real damn couple and that's not enough to make you feel the spark, to know is was all Sunghoon silly intentions, oblivious even when the taller is completely obvious but not until—

It's been a long time, days turn into week, week turn into months for 12 times. It was a cold evening when Sunghoon asked you out as usual for a date. Excited about consuming you, once the clock strikes 7, you're all good to go, all fit and clean. As if he's your soon-to-be boyfriend.

"aren't you giddy than usual? Take the wrong medicine again!?" Stare down at your sight, scanning with his brows tied together, either he was suspicious or he was weird out by your sudden side. Shrug your small shoulder, you adjust your top while palm close together, smiling at him like an awkward puppy. Sunghoon jotted his lip unsure before driving them both to the destination.

The dinner went off smoothly, the atmosphere was your favorite. A warm glow from candles and fairy lights bathes the cozy dining table. A linen-covered table holds elegant plates, steaming dishes, and crystal glasses. Soft music hums in the background, blending with quiet laughter and the clink of silverware. Plush chairs invite lingering, as wine pours smoothly and the evening unfolds in gentle warmth. you finished your dinner before Sunghoon does, to gather your heart and encourage to ask him something you've always wanted to. It's like he was a quiz you were the student, both nervous and excited, can't explain how much your cheeks hurt from the thought of him, would accept you even if there's a low chance you think he'd rejected you, but give it a shot right? At least worth a try.

Your peculiar behavior is odd enough to make him dizzy, to ask what's exactly what's wrong with you for real.

"okay m/n tell me what's going on with you? You need more money? Robux? Or what? You weird tf out of me" Sunghoon claim, swirling his glass of wine as he gulped down into his throat, clicked his tongues off of the strong tastes.

"you won't be mad if I have to let my thoughts out?" Your jaw tense up, feeling anxious that you could bite off your finger nails. The answer is only to burn Sunghoon's curiosity more. He finally let out a deep stressing sigh, composing himself to what will come toward him with your sweet mouth.

"I think I like you... Boyfriend?" face burning, quickly hides behind your hands, fingers barely able to contain your own nervous tremble. Your heart races—too fast, too loud—as the weight of this confession lingers between them. Sunghoon roots in his seat, with an easy posture, raises an eyebrow and glances at you with a half-smile, as if the situation is no big deal.

"Wait," Sunghoon says nonchalantly,

"I thought we already were dating?am I dumb or you are" He shrugged casually, as if the confession wasn’t anything new, Sunghoon tone light and carefree. He messaged his temple, so stunned with this encounter.

"I mean... You think we are? I— that's good" face turning crimson, scratches the back of your head awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. Your gaze flickers everywhere but at him, unable to hide the nervousness building up inside. You just nod slowly, unsure if he'd just made things more complicated or clearer.

"you're still not sure, maybe I should fuck until my dick leaking nonstop of you instead to know if we dating or not— aigoo"

Funtalk: I might do my experience this week 😝 guess who in skz? Well idk too—

[rheakira]

I've come to temporarily break my hiatus to bring up something deeply important. Because after a recent event, if I have to go another day without talking about it, I don't know what I'll do.

Fandoms have an enormous issue when it comes to bigotry and people feeling comfortable enough to be openly bigoted.

And I want to make it clear: everyone is capable of it. In fact, most people do it more often than they don't. But because this strange myth has been built up that if you aren't "blatantly saying slurs" or "killing others" it can't possibly be bigotry, we have done nothing but become dangerous behind closed doors.

If your friend has odd beef with a person of color in the fandom and holds them to standards they don't hold their white friends to, that is bigotry. If your friend feels some sort of way about the trans person in your friend group and tries to come up with reasons for why they specifically can't stay, that is also bigotry. If your group insists that a person with a personality disorder is making it up just for attention and uses that as a reason for why they can't be around them, that is bigotry as well.

I've never been upfront about it because... why do I, as a human being, need to be upfront about my identity when people randomly decide what I am? But I am in fact a person of color who is queer and disabled. Whenever I join a fandom group that is mostly white people, I am liked until this is discovered. And then I watch as people get brutal about things I do or say. Things that they don't do to other people in the group, and I also watch as they take my words and either twist them for convenience or ruin my reputation for it.

As a marginalized person, both in fandom and out, you are held to a unique standard that does not apply to other human beings around you. It makes doing what you love very difficult, because unfortunately as a marginalized person, people will always subconsciously side with the person trying to oppress or attack you. This has happened to me my entire life, from school to work spaces to even internet spaces claiming to be safe places.

People will say that they care about you and like you and even form a friendly bond with you, but the moment a person of privilege decides they do not like you very much, they can and will side with the other person even without proof of their issues with you. It's exhausting and ruins lives in places that should be fun and safe.

I am on my umpteenth experience with this exact cycle and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel like I couldn't live or breath in places I should be allowed to be involved in. It's a very real problem that refuses to end because no one has the courage to challenge it. I am speaking not only on my own experiences, but for the many other people of color or queers or disabled people who simply cannot join these so called "safe spaces" because of our identities conflicting with people who have been taught that we are lesser and not worth love or care.

If this is a problem you face, please know that I see you and I love you. It's hard to keep surviving in a world that wants to hurt you and leaves you abandoned and alone. I want you to know that the world is scary, but we all exist. You should be allowed to experience joy and fun without feeling like you're being suffocated and wanting to die.

You matter. The people around you that make you feel like you don't are nothing by comparison. You matter and I truly hope that we'll one day find each other and become the safe space that we deserve.

The marginalized people in your fandom are more important than your fictional characters and plotlines that you put above us. We're here and we're not leaving. Learn to live with us and protect us.

If we're truly your friends, you would care when your privileged "friends" want to remove us.

Additionally, please do not take this rant and make it only about white people who are part of these marginalized categories. This is a post about EVERYONE. Including the people of color around you. Do not remove us from this conversation. Care about ALL OF US if you support this at all. Thank you.

[anika-ann]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + forehead kiss ☺️

GASP!!! I was blessed by the visit of the hoe fairy herself 😍😍 Thank you 😭 As I can see, the Shameless One knows me well 🤭

Apparently, I am a hoe for fluff. Who knew? 🤭Everyone who knows me

The Constellation of You and I

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 1,7k Warnings: soft NSFW, 18+, smut-adjacent really, FLUFF, brief mention of Steve's job as Cap... and barely proof-read but with stars metaphors to make up for it A/N: Divider by @firefly-graphics

You could feel it surging though your nerves; light echoes of tingles of bliss still humming within, with every frantic beat of your heart, from your midriff to your fingertips, your hands feeling too warm as they remained laid over the bulge of Steve’s shoulder, over the slight curve of his lower back.

For every breath of his you gave two of yours, the bundle of your bodies, rising and falling slightly as your ribcage expanded against his hot skin, the firmness of his body and the welcoming softness of his touch like a touch of heaven itself.

He held you close as you sat in his lap, gently; arm wrapped around you to keep you flush against him as you still remained one, his other hand tenderly tangled in your damp hair as you rested your cheek against his shoulder, your quick breaths fanning his throat; his cheek in turn rested carefully on top of your head, occasionally shifting so he could press his lips to the crown of your head.

The afterglow was almost as blissful as reaching your peak had been.

However, the afterglow was slowly fading as reality and embarrassment was setting in, your face burning not only from the cardio you had engaged in, but because of the pouncing you had done not two seconds after Steve had walked through the door, fresh out of a mission.

Fresh out of two week apart for the first time you had started dating over three months ago.

That was what young love did, you supposed; it blinded rational thought and erased all plans for the meal you had prepared and the blankets on the couch you had set there so you could ease Steve back into the reality of a simple life rather than a damn near battlefield where any moment of distraction could mean catching a bullet or worse.

You had missed him like crazy – of course you had. He had texted you whenever he could, a short message at least to let you know he was well and wishing you to be well also, occasionally telling you he missed you. With his mind laser-focused on his mission and the team he felt responsible for, understandably so, you expected nothing more, grateful for the scraps, even as written in half-hearted hurry.

Then, he had let you know he was coming home, with everyone safe and sound, tired but nearly unscathed, himself having but bruises already halfway healed. You had planned a quiet evening to reconnect with him, ecstatic at the premise alone of seeing him, trying to tame your less-than-decent needs with the sensation of genuine relief at him being alright and coming home, claiming to be happy to spend an evening with you if you’d like. A nice, grounding evening full of comfort.

And then this goddamn man appeared at your doorstep with a sheepish smile and a spark in his eye upon seeing you, a bouquet of pink roses and you had to physically hold back for long enough to put the gorgeous gift of his into water at least. And as soon as you managed that, your lady brain cut in and took full control, practically assaulting him and the lovely blue shirt he was wearing.

Steve certainly didn’t protest and participated rather enthusiastically as you kissed him breathless and walked him – pushed him almost – to your bedroom, discarding his and your clothes, hands wandering, gentle and needy and wicked, his red red red kiss-swollen lips parted so beautifully as you bounced on top of him until you both saw stars behind closed eyelids and reached for them eagerly with your fingertips, the sweet taste of stardust exploding on your tongue and consuming you with its light; but now, as the afterglow flickered away, bitter shame and sour vulnerability creeped in and began to swallow you into a black hole instead.

Yes, Steve was alright.

Yes, he was happy to see you.

Yes, he was all in, praise falling from his lips, whispers of how he had missed you too, how he needed you.

But dammit. You felt like the most socially inept and least empathetic person in the world, awkward in her impromptu display of desire.

And Steve, brilliant, beautiful Steve, must have caught on by now, because one of his warm palms sprawled on your cheek, tenderly leading you to lift your head and meet his gaze. And for all your messy feelings, you could not resist but do so.

You could never resist. Not to Steve.

“Where’s that beautiful mind of yours, sweetheart? Are you alright?” he whispered, eyes roaming your face, the spark, that damn spark that could set the world ablaze and heal it all at once, being a sweet tell of his. A tell of how he was happy to have you in his arms, all around him, despite your… enjoyable shortcomings.

“Why, right here with you.”

You awkwardly tried to mirror his smile even as your face still burned, succeeding somewhat – you must have. Because Steve’s lips curled up further, fingertips caressing your brow, following the line of your cheekbone, your jaw.

You melted against his body despite yourself, warmth humming in your veins as his gaze followed his touch, as if he was committing your features to memory.

“Good,” he said, leaning to kiss your forehead. “I missed you being with me. So close, in my arms. So sweet and w-“

“I’m sorry I pounced at you like that!“ you blurted out, cursing your tongue which always seemed so loose around him as soon as the words were out.

Steve’s fingers froze in their tender exploration, his lips remaining not further than an inch from your hairline, his body turning rigid and you could smack yourself.

“I mean… I just—I made calmer plans and I know it must have been hard out there and I… I didn’t want you to feel like--- I missed all of you, you know? I didn’t want to make you feel like… I don’t know, I’m rambling, I’m sorry.”

Steve was yet to move, even his ribcage still, not even drawing in a breath. Your heart thundered against your sternum, in your temples, all over you, consuming you with the heat of embarrassment, a whimper-like plea for the ground to swallow you forming in your throat. You did not dare to move either, your hands having curled into fists against his shoulder and back.

And then he chuckled.

Steven Grant Rogers, the loveable jerk, chuckled and kissed your hairline again, making you actually whine.

“Nooooo-“

“Sweetheart, are you embarrassed for wanting me?”

Your denial of the statement – a blatant lie, but not really – died on your tongue as he moved to cradle your cheek again, meeting your gaze, the previous spark lit aflame with new life as he observed you with a smile that made you squirm on his lap and lit your face hotter than a supernova.

“I-“

“I’m not. And I want you, always. You drive me crazy in the most wonderful ways,” he said, his smile only widening as you lowered you gaze and worried your teeth over your lower lip, the soft admission brining a smidge of relief and confidence.

“I mean… I’m not ashamed. Not of that...” you whispered, taking a deep breath and gathering courage to look him in the eye again, met with a gaze so tenderly inquiring you felt yourself relax just a bit, trying to scramble for coherent thought. “I just feel like just because I missed you it doesn’t give me the right to jump you without a chance to… to allow you to return to the right headspace for something like that. I was here. Safe, in my little apartment and life I built, meeting friends and colleagues and… simply being. You, on the other hand…”

You trailed off, your voice catching in your throat as you caught into the emotion written all over Steve’s face.

The sheer wonder – and dare to say love – shining in his irises almost chased tears into your eyes; stealing air from your chest and replacing it with glowing warmth of the Milky Way on the clear skies in the countryside upstate.

You were still but the air shifted; neither of you moved but the whole planetary system seemed to tilt off its axis, a new star born to became the centre of the universe right between you, in Steve’s featherlight touch and the hoarseness of his voice.

“That’s—I’m not--- You’re incredible. I… really appreciate the thought,” he whispered, the soft edge of his smile like a caress to your soul. “But despite everything, I need you to know I meant what I wrote. I thought of you and missed you, every day-“

“Steve, you don’t have to--- I know that when you are on a mission it’s hundred percent and you have a huge responsibility and there’s no space for-“

Two fingers slid under your chin, carefully but effectively stopping your slightly self-deprecating but entirely true words from flowing; Steve’s eyes, suddenly incredibly serious, bore into yours.

“Every. Day. Do you believe me, love?”

A shudder rushed through your body, a shaky inhale expanding like a nebula inside your lungs, the single word, endearment and declaration in one, causing your heart to tremble with affection. You read no doubt but a speckle of distress in Steve’s widened pupils, making it seem as if he had left slipped something he might be sure of, but did not mean to reveal; and it made your own love for him grow tenfold, your eyes turning a little glassy.

You willed your lips to curl up in a smile, hands coming up to cradle his face, erasing the slightest flicker of panic in his features.

You kissed him on the lips, lightly, but with taste of a new emotion born out of his confession; a confession on your own.

“I do, love. I do.”

He kissed you back with a tender grin and this time, when hands began to roam and he laid you on the bed, they roamed in sync; they explored the galaxies and eternity written on your skin and his, your lips rewriting the stars so they would align to pave the journey you’d set on together.

You kissed him without shame and he reciprocated, every touch and every gaze a promise:

I’ll miss you, whenever I’ll go.

I’ll think of you, wherever I’ll be.

I’ll love you, whatever you and I are meant to be.

My Steve fics // All my fics

Thank you so much, Siri, for blessing me 🥺

No, I don't exist on sharing only thots when sent an ask, I WRITE 😂

Thank you, lovlies, for reading and potential feedback/reblogs and such 💕

Have yourself a lovely day/night ✨

[galene-gothic]

SCAMS, KINDNESS AND VALUE OF MONEY & SERVICE

Hello everyone, I’m not much of a blogger besides tarot but recently, I feel the need to share my thoughts about whatever the title says. I grew up in a poor family with a single mother. I was fortunate enough to have been able to go to a fairly prestigious school until the tenth grade after which I had to drop out due to my sister being extremely sick and my mother struggling to make ends meet. That’s when I started this blog. I was able to complete my +2 through online education due to your assistance and my own hard work. Those who liked and reblogged my posts helped my current clients find me, and many of them purchase from me as loyal customers even to this day which I’m obviously very grateful for. I haven’t even been able to start university yet because I’ve been taking care of my family financially which means working as a full time tarot reader for now. I’m only 19 going on 20 this year so I think that while I should not take any time for granted, I also don’t stress out unnecessarily about education because I am more focused on what I’m currently doing for now i.e. making money, strengthening skills and saving money. Seeing all my batchmates being able to go to school while I was not able to used to break my heart back then.

I was scared of being seen, of being asked what I was doing because what was I supposed to say? That my mother couldn’t afford to educate me any longer? People aren’t very sensitive when it comes to other’s struggles and I was not interested in giving them anything to underestimate me for. At some point, I started getting sick a lot due to my declining mental health but my former best friend told me that I would struggle less if I accepted things as they were and I managed to do so. It’s unfortunate that my mother got sick as well. She needs blood every six months but for the rest of the six months, she’s more or less okay except for weakness but I never once asked for huge donations or anything of that sort. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was overestimation or just a lack of faith in humanity but I felt like I would just provide service that would be valued and earn money through it to look after myself, and my family. I do not want you to take this as a sob story because I’m mentally and emotionally doing pretty well, and am really grateful plus always have clients wanting to purchase from me. My point is that while it’s okay to ask for donations and offer them, you should ask for proof, and if anything doesn’t add up, you’re allowed to not want to donate because your money is valuable and while kindness, and humanity are important, that money could do better in a place where it’s actually needed.

There are many scammers who victimise themselves in order to loot your money. If someone is able to provide a service, they can try and earn their lot. In fact, they should. You’ll be doing them a favour because how long are they going to survive off donations? At some point, they need to learn how to not be a victim of circumstances. I didn’t mention it earlier but I’m speaking as someone who was physically, mentally and emotionally abused as a child because my mother didn’t really have an emotional punching bag nor a companion. She probably felt like she lost her youth raising her children and resented us for it. I didn’t want to speak on this because healthcare is something that everyone deserves and I’m all for kindness. I found it very dramatic and sketchy that a single person was claiming to have multiple issues including, physical abuse, sexual abuse, chronic illnesses and injuries but decided not to question it much because there was a point during which everything was falling apart in my life as well and I needed empathy, support, and kindness and didn’t even have the strength to reach out for it but it breaks my heart that there are people who work on a single reading for several days and even weeks if they’re on the longer side just for someone else to get all that money for free because of a sob story of theirs.

I understand that accusations hurt and my post is not intended to hurt anyone but I would like for the accused reader to post or DM proof i.e. the medical papers alongside an official identification certificate or card of some sort and simply just be transparent about what it is that is going on. I am not interested in accusing someone who claims to be sick but if you’re asking for financial assistance from those on the app and the community, I hope and believe that you understand why you owe it to them to be transparent, to simply provide any sort of proof. For me, I wouldn’t have been posting this but hearing someone say that their illness can’t be treated in UK when it’s at least the top twenty countries when it comes to healthcare is what got to me. I come from India and it is a developing country where healthcare services are lacking so I’m not trying to offend anyone, I’m just saying that if anyone is receiving money from others, they owe them proof and transparency. Plus, if it is a scam, those who truly deserve and need these donations won’t get it, and it will be difficult for us to trust such calls for help in the future. Continue supporting causes but you’re not a villain for wanting tangible proof first because the money you donate is either your own or someone else’s hard earned money. Let’s deal with this situation level headedly with compassion as well as reasoning. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care 🫶🏻.

[dollwrites]

Doll my beloved I am PLEADING for a dizzy drabble featuring possessive!Kamisato Ayato, possibly with some VERY light degradation, in honor of Ayato’s gacha return

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“What did I tell you, hm?” Ayato’s voice was as soft as silk and much too steady, it was almost unnerving. “I don’t like it when you leave the estate. You draw too much attention to yourself; too many eyes gawk at your beauty.” with a gentle touch, his slender digits trace the veins in your neck upwards, until the warmth of his glove-clad fingertips tilts your chin upwards. coaxing you to crane your neck and look up at him as he fucks you from behind. when your eyes meet his, his hips buck forward to slam against yours in a deep, meaningful thrust. as if claiming your insides. “That beauty— is off limits to anyone else.”

there’s a finality in his voice, as if you were and always would be his property.

“S—sorry, sir.” you whine, breathless with your eyelids fluttering. Miss Ayaka asked if I would—“

“Do you belong to my sister?” Ayato questioned, a thin brow arching. the corner of his lip twitched, and his free hand grasped the edge of the desk that you were bent over. “Or, do you belong to me?”

your toes just barely ghost against the floor, and you can feel your panties discarded there, having been shimmied all the way down, and then shook off to the rhythm of his punishing thrusts.

“I…” you gasp, feeling his fingers tighten on your jaw, as if ready to squeeze if you gave him the wrong answer. “Y—you, master!”

“So,” another deep stroke, and you could feel him pulsating inside you, his throbbing veins rubbing your twitching canal raw. it makes you mewl, but the pathetic sound is drowned out by his next question, “do you do what she says? Or, do you do what I say?”

“W—what you say, ah!”

Ayato seems pleased enough by your answer, or perhaps the fervent manner in which your cunt clenches around him, because he moans, soft and happy. and a rosy tint begins to tickle his cheeks. “That’s right.” he whispers, palm pressing against your cheek. “But you should’ve come to that conclusion sooner, silly little sweetling.” a light slap to your fleshy cheeks temporarily stuns you, the sting prickling in the shape of his hand. “Because now, I’ll have to remind you what you are.” another slap, this time a bit harder, and you close your eyes against the impact, biting down on your lip as you feel the hand on the desk grasp your hip instead, pulling you into a growing and furious tempo that you know would turn into ruthless fucking in a matter of moments. you take several ragged breaths and scramble on the desk to try and dampen the overwhelming sensations that flood your body. “A pretty, but simple set of holes. For myself alone to indulge. Never forget that, sweetling. If I weren’t here to pump you full, you would have no other purpose.” with that, he gives you a startlingly soft kiss on your temple.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

I think something very frustrating about the way some leftists (american here, hi Lilith) let off hating certain groups as long as those groups are "the oppressors". Like... How can we claim to be any better than your average right wing-er if we are doing the same things? Like hating any group as a whole is bad, but I feel like some people just forget that when it comes to, say, men, for instance. I was mentioning to someone how problematic people like Chappell Roan who get huge platforms and on said platforms talk openly about hating men or that men don't make good art are (Personally, I don't think anyone should be saying that, but I thought I might find more common ground if I specified famous people) and he was like "well, when compared to misogyny it's just not that big of a deal" and "I, as a man feel like we should be able to take some jokes like that" and like first of all, I'm not saying this is on the level of like, child marriage, I'm saying that if we on the left want to move forwards, it cannot be towards hating any of the "oppressor class" (this will only ever be hurt marginalized men and the idea of every man or every white person or whatever automatically being an oppressor is a... Bleak way of looking at things - signed, a tmoc). Also, the comfortability with which a lot of women talk about men's bodies is gross. Genuinely? Many of the worst things I've heard said about people's bodies has come from women. Not to say it doesn't come from men, obviously, just to say women should probably be called out more but #girlboss ig. Second of all, yeah, maybe you, as a white, masc, cishet, non disabled, perisex man don't feel particularly harmed by people who constantly hate on men, but consider those of us who've constantly had to tone down our masculinity to be "acceptable" - queer men, moc, etc. and those of us who struggle to act the "right" way - autistic guys, for instance, who struggle (or choose not) to mask as often as society demands. And something else I find a lot is the way transandrophobia is wrong or bad until we specify transfems are also hurt by this (which is true!). Like one time I was talking about transandrophobia to someone and they were disagreeing with me at every turn and then I said it hurts non-transition or pre-transition transfems and suddenly they were totally on board and it's like it's not that this doesn't hurt transfems, but why do you only care if it hurts transfems? Why isn't it enough that it hurts transmascs? Idk it just feels like sometimes I am surrounded irl by leftists who are just very sure they have the moral high ground while they say the most rancid shit about groups, but its ok because they are shitting on the "right group" this time and it's like idk maybe you just shouldn't say that abt anyone. Idk how to talk to people like this genuinely.

Ew gross an American in my inbox! :(

Jokes aside, hi Anon!

Yeah, I totally agree. The fact that a lot of leftists think it's so cool and progressive to shit on one group because of the few bad people in said group, is gross. It's very much like how a lot of conservatives will say "Well, all blacks are violent criminals because of those god damn gang members!" and they use the fraction of a fraction of a fraction of black men who are in gangs as proof that "all black men are violent criminals who deserve to be locked up".

Same shit with how a lot of leftists will say "all men are violent rapists because the majority of rapes and murders are done by men", and use that to bash on trans men who... are often victims of said rapes and murders.

It's fucking tiring and it does nothing but isolate trans men (especially trans moc) from the trans and leftist communities. Hell, it even harms cis men who can be perfectly good allies towards trans people. You know who's the best group to show trans men how to "do manhood" in a healthy way? Cis guys. So why are we shitting on allies and potential resources to our guys?

[vibingandsimping]

hi! would you feel comfortable writing up something for a godhood!gale after he assembles the crown of karsus and wields the power for himself, seeking out a vulnerable tav as his chosen? i think the darker aspects of gale’s personality, like his ego and his possessiveness, could be really attractive

I like the way your brain thinks. Keep sending me juicy thoughts like this… I am THRIVING. He 100% would seek you out.

I wanted to make this a longer post for one of my follower goal specials. I rewrote this like two or three times because I liked the prompt. Still, was never satisfied with it. I will possibly write something based off this later… but for now enjoy a drabble + some headcanons :)

(also still haven’t finished the game… work is a bitch 🤞)

Gale always sought out knowledge and power. It was how he had gotten so intimately involved with Mystra. He spent his life studying and practicing to ensure he’d be a great wizard- like his mentor Elminster. Yet, nothing ever truly felt like enough to him. The weave in his chest ever-consuming proof of his hunger. That was until the Netherstones. He nearly drooled when you held Ketheric’s in your hand. The power thrumming and sending his veins alight. He thought all to have only a fraction of their power… but these. These stones were unlike anything he’d ever seen.

Everytime he stood near Orin or Gortash, his skin would tingle. He yearned to wield that for himself. To study and debunk everything behind it and nurture his mind with the intellect he could collect. He placed his trust into you. You led the group and held them close to you after killing Orin. Gale was noticeably on edge the entire trip with Gortash. He chalked it up to nerve- partially true. The Elder Brain was a powerful entity and surely would be intimidating. So, you as oblivious as ever, smiled and reassured him. He almost envied you. Once you reached the brain with the Archduke, you handed over the two stones and reconnected the three. Piecing together the Crown of Karsus. After Gortash was slain by Bane for serving his purpose… fate was left in your hands.

He watches as you turn the artifact over to him. He’s trembling as he holds the crown, finally feeling the immense magic coursing through him. He closes his eyes and claims it for himself- finally. When he reopens he is faced with Mystra who is less than pleased. He won’t relent, no, this is what he wanted. She placed a bomb in his chest just to ensure nobody could claim this power. How ironic that he ended up being Karsus’s successor? After winning a mental duel she curses him and banishes him from her realm. Why should he care, though? Mystra was nearly useless to him. He was a god now. When he returns to your realm, his skin glows ever so slightly and his brown eyes are much brighter. You can see his changed form and sense the change of his mind. He takes one of your hands in his- his skin electrifying to the touch. It sends a shiver down your spine. Gale draws the back of your hand to his lips and presses a tender kiss. “Thank you,” he hums, “for bestowing this privilege onto me. I won’t let it be for nothing. Join me, my love. I can give you anything and everything you’d ever want.” Quite frankly, how could you turn down a god?

Gale was different from that day on. He was still tender and caring. So doting for your every need. Yet, he seemed to view you much differently. You were a mortal- so weak in comparison to him. His lips would trail your skin as if you were porcelain and he so despised not having you by his side. What if something happened to his beloved lover? Oh, and don’t you dare imply that he’s changed. His usual gentle and… a little overprotective or possessive nature will morph. He’ll become colder and stare at you. How has he changed, his beauty? What do you mean he doesn’t treat you the same? Isn’t this better? In the lap of power and in the hands of a god?

Careful what you say and do. He would hate having to punish you. Stripping you of your magic abilities or casting a spell to dumb-ify you. That, or how about being trapped in his personal quarters for a couple days? With no-one but himself to keep you company? Oh, don’t worry. Those are only if you disrespect his new placement. He knows it’s a lot to adjust to, he’s still adjusting himself. This is a journey you’ll take on together, hand in hand, just like how you started. He’ll do nearly anything for you, only ask. Just promise to never leave his side, okay? He couldn’t bare to let you go.

And if you did leave… it won’t be for long. He will find you and he’ll ensure that you recognize the mistake. You can’t escape your god, love.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Alternate Interrogation Scene

There were SO MANY alternate scenes from this story. It could have gone so many different ways. I originally always planned for Hermione to meet alternate Harry in her office and them to make out for a minute. But while I was writing the interrogation scene between Hermione and Frank, it all sort of derailed. This almost changed the entire direction of this part of the story, but I decided to retcon where my imagination took me. I did keep the scene in it's very bare bones state. So here it is!

*note: I never finished this scene. There is very little description and there are other obvious notes that it's an unfinished scene

“Oh, bugger it. I'm not your Hermione Nott.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I'm from an alternate reality.”

“I'll admit, I've never heard that one before.”

Hermione groaned and looked up. “God, you're much more of an ass than your son.”

Frank snorted. “Now that, I believe. How about you tell me what you were doing in the DoM now?”

“I was trying to go home!”

“Miss Nott-”

“-No, see, I know it sounds crazy. I know it looks crazy. But it's true. I'm not a Nott. I'm a muggle-born. I'm not related to the Notts. My parents are Hugo and Helena, they're muggle dentists. They live-”

“-squibs.”

“what?”

“Your parents. Hugo and Helena are squibs. They're dead. Your grandfather took you in when you were eight.”

“No. That's not- that's not true. My mother is a squib, yes, but not my father. He has parents. Grandparents.”

“Charmed, according to your grandfather. They gave him a happy home in the muggle world. They kept tabs on him. They didn't know you were magical until you used magic to save yourself in the accident.”

“I- no. No, my parents raised me. I went to school as a muggle-born. Nott Sr never would have done that for my father. He's a Death Eater.”

“Is that an accusation?”

“What?”

“Allegations have been made but no evidence has been found since the… end of the war over twenty years ago. Are you claiming your grandfather is a Death Eater?”

“In my reality, yes. But he's not my grandfather. He's in Azkaban.”

She did not like the emphasis he had put on the word ‘end,’ as if the war wasn't actually over here. 

“Do you have any proof of this? Of any of this?”

“How would I prove it? I'd have to tell you something I couldn't possibly know, but I don't know you well enough to do that. But-” a thought occurred to her. She leaned forward. “-in my world James Potter and Sirius Black were Aurors. True?”

“Correct.”

“They're here. On the other side of that mirror, I bet.”

“That's not exactly impressive. They are high level Aurors.”

“Yes, but I know something that they know that they haven't told you.”

“And what would that be?”

“See, Harry Potter of my world was blood adopted by Sirius Black at fifteen. Harry is the head of both houses. And as his wife, I am also a part of both houses. They can both feel me in their family magic and knowing those two, they never disclosed that to you.”

The door slammed shut behind him as he stormed out.

Hermione smirked.

<>

They returned an hour later, Frank, James, and Sirius. Hermione swallowed down the overwhelming emotions she felt at the sight of James and Sirius. James was far older than he'd ever lived to be in Hermione’s world and Sirius, by contrast, looked leagues younger than her own Azkaban worn version.

“Mrs. Potter-Black?” Frank greeted tightly.

She smiled widely. “I take that to mean you believe me now.”

“You're inhabiting the body of this world's Hermione,” Sirius stated.

“Yes, and I imagine the other Hermione is inhabiting my body. Do we have any idea how this happened?”

“We were hoping you'd have answers,” James stated. “Walk us through yesterday.”

“It was Friday, so I spend the day at home with Lulu, my daughter. She's three. We dropped her sisters off at school-”

“-Where do they attend?” Frank interrupted.

“NAME. It's a muggle private school. I took Lulu with me while I ran errands.”

“What errands?”

“Uhm, groceries. I went muggle. We stopped by the town square in Tetwell. There have been issues between a few business owners so I went to make sure things were smoothed over. We picked Rose and Izzy up and went to dance class – muggle. They take ballet. And then we went home. Harry came home, we had dinner and spent some time in the backyard. I put the babies down and then Rose went to bed later.”

“Did you leave the house again? Did anyone else come over?”

“No. Harry and I sat by the fire and then turned in for the night.”

“Did Harry leave at all? Go anywhere? He's a bit of a night owl.”

“Uh, I'm not sure I'd say the same for my husband. He gets grumpy when he's forced to work late. He likes tucking the girls in and retiring together. What?”

“Sorry, just… doesn't sound anything like my son. He's not really the settling down type.”

“I've been a bad influence,” Sirius teased.

Hermione shook her head. “My world is different. Harry, my Harry, is an orphan. All he's ever wanted is a family. We got married after the war ended and got pregnant barely a year later. Harry was still in Auror training and wasn’t supposed to be able to see anyone from outside the training program. His supervisors were displeased to learn he'd figured a way around that. They were even more displeased when he refused to explain how he did it.”

Sirius snorted. James smiled sadly. 

“Harry is going to figure out something is wrong immediately. He won't be fooled by any alternate version of me.”

“He'll figure out she's from another world?”

“Someone will. Maybe not him, but he'll know the moment he wakes up. We had security measures during the war. Mistaken identity was a real risk. And I doubt a pure-blood princess could ever get away pretending to be me.”

“That's the second time you've mentioned a war. Ours ended in the 80s.”

“The First Blood War. The Second Blood War ended the summer of 1997.”

“Another dark lord?”

“Voldemort came back.”

“How?”

“I know how it happened in my world, I can't say the same for here. Too much is different. I don't even know how your first war ended. I mean, mine ended with the deaths of the Potters. Clearly, that didn't happen here.”

“No!” James exclaimed, alarmed. 

Hermione gestured to him. “Right, so I don't know. But I do know that Harry is going to come after me. You should warn the DoM so they don't attack him.”

“Why would they attack him?”

“Because they won't be expecting him.”

 “I'll go!” Sirius offered and dashed from the room.

“How do we fix this?” Frank asked, gesturing to her.

Hermione shrugged. “No idea. I didn't do this. I assume it was your Hermione or something someone did to her. Hopefully, Harry will think to bring her with him and we can sort this out because I really don't enjoy being a blonde.”

[sungjinhos]

i think we married in vegas - teaser

✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)

✷ word count teaser: 499

✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?

✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3

You turn your hand and it finally hits you.

It is a ring.

With a big rock.

In your ring finger.

A big damn rock on your ring finger.

“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.

On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.

“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.

“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.

“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”

You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.

“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.

“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?

“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.

“Oh we did, we totally did”

“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?

“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.

Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.

[vesperxtine]

The Truth.

So this post is in regards to Creeperchild / Freddy. I had spoken to him recently and he told me he wanted me to tell the truth so I can clear his name. So after taking time to talk to my therapist and a few other people, here is the truth. The truth is, I never once called him a pedophile; possibly other people have, but not me. Grooming does not equate to pedophilia. Grooming is an abuse tactic to "prepare" someone for something or a form of powerplay. And it's not just me who claims such. Multiple people have reached out to me on terms that Freddy had spoken to minors about kinks, shown kids NSFW, and exchanged very inappropriate conversations with people under 18 for over 4 years, it seems. I did not "Lie" about him being a groomer and my friends are not "spreading malicious rumors about you" they are all people who witnessed your behavior. Believe it or not, I didn't even mention grooming once after we had our falling out until my friends and strangers approached me with concerns for our relationship. Even during, we both were met with concerns. Even if Freddy did not intend to hurt these people, Intention does not erase impact, much like how I was not the best partner either and had consistently said or did things to hurt Freddy's feelings without the intention to hurt him, but I still hurt him. People on his side believe I orchestrated all these accounts and faked evidence and lied about him being a "pedophile" because I was "mad at him" when I literally do not even have access to the "Addressing-Creeperchild" account. I'm not smart enough nor do I have the mental energy to be some sort of mastermind. The reason I and many other people called Freddy out, was because this is behavior that was ongoing for years, but whenever he was met with constructive criticism on his behavior in DMs, he instead threw a fit and shifted blame onto other people and made it seem as if *HE* were the victim. Even if I did tell everyone that I "lied" like he wants me to, it won't do anything because MANY people witnessed this behavior. I, and many other people have tried time and time again to obtain an apology, but never once did we receive it. Even now after I did everything I could to level with him and have us BOTH take accountability for our actions. But alas, he only cares about his reputation. He wants me to "Tell the truth" the truth is, Freddy, You hurt people and never once shown remorse. I've shown remorse for him time and time again on behalf of what i've done wrong. I cannot take the full blame here and I wont. This mess was a more-than-two-person-effort. I'm sorry his 'life is ruined and he has no friends now' but hiding and deleting all of your socials instead of taking accountability or communicating with us in dms in the first place is what a guilty person does. I can not help you. You need to apologize to the people you've hurt. I've apologized to you, you need to give it back if you even want a chance of your name being cleared, because while I forgive you and have no issue with you, other people still do, so verbally abusing me through texts and calling me a "dirty liar" is not going to help. You are 27, I am 19. this is becoming an annoyingly emotionally immature situation and I highly doubt you want to remain in the same spot you are now when you're 30 or 40. I know I don't. which is why I'm no longer running in circles in hopes for answers or to fix something that I know will never be fixed as long as the other person won't put in the effort. All it takes is for you to come forward and acknowledge that you were inappropriate with both minors and adults and that you will try to do better. I fear that is a major stepping stone to clearing your name, but you won't do that. I love ya Freddy, I want you to have your life back, and maybe one day we can be friends again, but until then, I can't fight for you anymore. I'm sorry. v proof of my statements.

[shuenkio]

Camera Boy | Yjw ✯

Paring: Jungwon x Male!reader | Genre: Suggestive

Synopsis: Your best friend found out you're doing "that" for a living but why did he keep quiet, and wanted to be the one who made you crazy under his touch instead?

Cw: camboy, cursing, moaning, overstimulated, mentioned of cum, masturbate. 18+ no smut

Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

AN: Was bored and decided to do the request even tho I said next week lol. Again I haven't written anything for the past 2 weeks so mistakes can be seen and a lil awkward.

Life as a cam boy while in college was quite interesting, since the college fee was sky rocket you couldn't help but to help yourself, with anything. So that's when you found out there's something to do with your body, ofc the app where you can make money, to pay off your debt.

Talking about college, you have made a friend wherein you call him Jungwon, ever since the first year. He was there, hang out with you, eat with you, do anything with you not to mention he loves to give you a free cuddle session whenever he feels lonely. —

Everything was so perfect, your life was blooming, nothing is in your way not when, one day, your very bestie Jungwon, found out your darkest secrets. He caught your live stream on that app, while jerking off yourself in front of the camera as your face covers in a mask to hide your identity. Then how did he know it was you? Well, there's no other than your voice, also the room you were in, it was indeed your room. You don't like people touching your stuff unless it was him only Jungwon, which rings the bell.

However there is nothing really getting out of hand, Jungwon actually seems to enjoy it and not against it? It is a miracle. Yet he kept his mouth zipped, waiting for the perfect moment. Low-key wanted to be the one and only who makes your squirm and shaken under his touch.

One evening after you finish all of your classes, you head back to the dorm, exhausted and mentally wanted to lay down all day.

As you open the door, and get inside, you drag your feet to lay down on the couch a bit before doing anything, not until you see Jungwon place a glass of water on the table in front of you, to cold you down. Actually it caught you off guard that he was wearing nothing, nothing at all.

"wooah, Jungwon... What are you?" You said, cover your eyes with your small palm. Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows confused.

"what am I? I'm Jungwon duh, ohh you talk about this, yeah it's too hot, the AC broke" he explains innocently. Seeing you all red ears only to fuel him even more, as he is swinging his dick round and round. This kid is different for real.

Can't help but to flush and paint in red, you can't bear to see him all naughty like this, laterally not a teddy bear at all.

"ok- Jungwon that's enough, at least put on some pants"

"oh make me!! Lol but, if you really want me to pant on, you gotta owe me something"

"something? What something? You can't be serious Jungwon, t-that thing is too big in my face" you claim, feel a bit amused and also distracted at the same time, why is he so big, it was the size of your wrist already.

"I know what you did m/n" Jungwon spit out, at first you thought it was nothing, but once it click you feel goosebumps from the top to the bottom of your toes.

"What did I do ? Jungwon?" Nervously, try to be clueless in case you get the wrong idea, however guess what, Jungwon responds with giggles instead.

"you make money on live didn't you, Cam boy?" Smirking on the corner of his lip, the sweet and cute Jungwon was nowhere to be seen, he discovered your darkest secrets already? No damn way, now what should you do, begging for his mercy?

"uh- no you're wrong Jungwon, I did not"

"oh how can you explain this" in a swift move, Jungwon pulled out his phone and showed him the Livestream you did last week, you seen your legs are rest on the chair, spreading open, as you masturbate for the audience, moaning and quivering. Now the moment is real, the cat got your tongue, you are dead for real, panic and trembling is not the right word to represent, it was more than that.

"Jungwon listen, please don't tell anybody, I'm doing that because of my collage please I'll do anything!!" Stuck in the cage at this state, you drop down to your knee, begging for Jungwon to spare your whole life. Would he have some pity and give it to you?

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The room was filled with wet sound and moaning in pleasure, just like you did in your previous Livestream, leg open wide rest on the chair arm, and facing the camera. It's just a bit different this time, today it's not you who is giving yourself some love, but Jungwon is giving you a helping hand, yes he's the one who is jerking you off this time.

"FUCK babe, you're so good a-at this" falling into the world of ecstasy, you cries out, your dick is being dominated by your bestie which you have to call him by nickname on Livestream to avoid being recognized. Jungwon wrapped around your dick, stroking it nonstop, as the lube did their job. On the other hand, Jungwon also jerks off himself too, groaning softly under his breath.

"yes babe, moaning all of that for me" with that, he increased the pace of both, stroking his huge cock and your dick in the same rhyme, chasing for the climax. It was intense and erotic as Jungwon's cock kept throbbing

And begging for the release, same goes to you. The wet sound continues louder and louder as time passes by, both balls keep slapping against each other's thighs, along with cursing, and trembling follow under these hot sessions.

"holy shit m/n, I feel it, I feel it's coming fuck fuck fuck Aghh"

"Nghh"

Soon enough, Jungwon who was standing, arching his hip forward before a load of heat cum shot straight in your face. His eyes rolling to the back of his brain, took all the pleasurable feelings. You also came undone, soaking on your gamer chair.

Overwhelmed for the first time in a while of masturbating, Jungwon couldn't stand straight on his feet, after an intense moment, before hitting on the floor suddenly. End with that, as you finally catch your breath steady, you quickly end the live, laughing at your friend who was passed out on the ground. It's really funny, even his cock is given up on him too.

"that was some nice shit isn't it? Again, thank you for all your support, special thanks to my love who joined us for today, that's all for now see you late!!"

Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

Crd to all the owner dividers and pics.

Special thanks to my loyal reader for this request !

[preyseisgone]

Hi ! This is a callout post on @gloomylace also known as @clingyidol. Before I start , I hate doing these kind of things and it took me alot of effort (+ encouragement from friends ) to do this. Also please do not go and harass Lolita. Cher is a minor and I just overall do not condone harassment. I was originally going to stay quiet .

tw for , abuse , r//pe , violence suicide and more .

Before I start , “weren’t you two just friends ?” Yes but that is until this popped up in my feed. Lolita and another friend are the only two people that know about a situation that roughly happened 2 ~ ish days ago. I was insanely panicked and anxious being accused of stuff like this. I know this is Lolita on anon due to being my ONLY friend in the editblr community and the only one who knows this situation. (besides Avery, Avery isn’t on editblr or the same scenes as me) You know how deeply this affected me. So yeah kinda your fatal flaw assuming I tell my life story to more then 2 people 🤷 also STOP using fucking freyr on me. 🤍 massively appreciated. “An Ex friend” I have only one long term friend and that is Avery 🤍 I am not a fucking freak and copy people , even if I do have identity issues I know it’s weird to copy someone! This is really fucking low of you Lolita and I genuinely trusted you with information and my thoughts and feelings! But no you went behind my back for no reason. It seems like you wanted a reason to turn on me. 🤍

First of all , Lolita said this ! At the time , I did not know anything about oyasumi punpun . I don’t willfully consume media with the following topics

I am massively triggered by almost ALL of those topics . I felt like I was being essentially compared to an abuser , which overall made me feel very, very icky. When confronted about this - ( as seen in the images below )

Lolita ignored me . Cher has done this to another friend of cher’s , making an uncomfortable joke and then when confronted went on a dni and days later replied with something random . Lolita cannot take responsibility for cher’s actions. Che just ignores you essentially and then replies with something random! I am just sick of this behaviour and I will not be surprised if che or someone else will spread rumours about me JUST because I came out about this. I originally thought this wasn’t serious enough to be a call-out post and I felt like I was being overdramatic.

these two screenshots ^ .

multiple people (including me) have had their mental health DRAINED due to your actions. You have lied multiple times. It’s also such a coincidence that hate anons seem to follow you around and when asked you blame it on your exes ? In reality you probably sent them and you sent someone into a really bad episode! You make baseless claims off of little to no proof, broke SEVERAL boundaries of one of your ex partners. You also compared one of your bfs to someone who abused you which is just! plain! fucking wrong. You claim to have high empathy / sympathy and yet when someone who is also mentally ill did not react well over small things you went to shittalk them to their boyfriend.

props to you if you defend a liar and someone who makes nazi jokes xx lying about your exes stalking and harassing you is fucking crazy! Also sent my personal messages to someone and talked shit about me so yeah !

@artistrydoll + @magnoliawriter please reblog if you see this . ^_^

[giveemhales]

UPDATE 7/30/24: I ended up starting a DCU charity event which is going on now! Check out @dcufans4palestine

Over 100 people have responded to the poll I put out two days ago about a DCU charity event for Palestine (see the original post here) so I have decided to make an actual interest form.

Please fill out this form if you have any interest in participating in a DCU themed fan event to raise money for a Palestinian cause. Whether you want to create fanworks (of any type!) in exchange for donations, donate in exchange for fanworks, or help organize the event, please share your thoughts! All corners of the fandom are welcome. The more participants, the better. On top of figuring out how many people would be interested in participating, this form is also to learn what type of event people would be most interested in.

Hopefully there is a good amount of interest (and some volunteers to help run the event) and we can make this a reality!

Please fill out the form and reblog!

Check under the cut for some more info!

There are currently three event options in the form. Here is a brief description of what each would look like:

1. Gotcha for Gaza: donors would send proof of a donation to the event with a prompt. There would be a team of volunteer creators the prompt would go to. A volunteer would claim the prompt and send their work to the donor. This would probably be mostly fanfic and/or fanart

2. Raffle: volunteer creators would offer up a prize. Prizes would most likely be commissions, but if anyone wanted to donate handmade physical art, merch, comics, etc, that would also be an option. Donors would be able to buy raffle tickets, likely for about $5 a piece. Raffle tickets would either be offered by category (donate $5 to fanfic category -> if you win, you are matched with a creator offering fanfic) or by creator (your raffle ticket would be going to the specific creator you are most interested in).

3. Commissions: creators would get to choose how much to charge, what they are willing to offer, etc. The event would share everyone’s commission details, but donors would contact the creators directly. This would probably be mostly fanart, maybe some fanfic

If anyone has any questions or additional ideas, feel free to message me.

Also, if anyone has fandom connections outside of tumblr (twitter, discord, etc) feel free to share this form! I am unfortunately not super connected in the fandom, so all help to spread the word is appreciated

I will be keeping the form open until the end of the week, at which point I’ll decide if there’s enough interest to go forward.

[blingblong55]

Not the only one- Alejandro Vargas

A/N: something short...and a dream that came to me not too long ago

F!Reader, angst, established relationship, cheating

Two years of marriage and 5 years of dating all equal 7 years where love grew and grew, never seeming to end. But all great things in this world have to end soon, whether you want it or not it must all end.

The downfall of your love happened exactly 2190 hours ago. It was late November when he stumbled across her, he was working with 141 looking for El Sin Nombre when he found out that the woman he titled his first love was the 'man' they were looking for. Valeria Garza is the one to blame for the tears on your face and how as of right now you are in what was once called home. He swore he had moved on years ago, that it was the reason he fell for you and why you two started to process of creating a family.

All are ruined because of one weak man and his selfish needs. How did you find out? Simple, he left his phone with you, a message appeared on the screen, 'Just come over, tell her you have to go to base or something' the sender was named, "Rudy-new number". And you knew best, Alejandro always gave you Rudy's number because, in case of an emergency, he'd be the one you should contact if need be. So of course, the suspicion grew from then, you waited and waited until he made a mistake so you could call him out on it.

But the man is smart, never did he let the mask slip, always home on time, cuddles and kisses all the same, except for one thing, the rush of love you'd feel from each touch and kiss, all gone.

"What's wrong, cariño?" his voice called you back to your senses, you had been staring at the wall for nearly an hour, trying to deny the fact you finally had enough proof he had been unfaithful. One of the men that worked with him decided to speak up about it. He is an honest man, has a wife himself and knowing a friend of his was hurting a good woman such as yourself would not go unnoticed by him.

The proof consisted of videos and photographs of him and another woman. In a video Alejandro had been bragging about how he finally started to have fun with some woman, the other men cheered him on and he proudly took the compliments. Said soldier even apologised to you, 'No man or woman should be unfaithful to the one they claim to love, so I'm sorry, miss...I really am' the message read.

"Nothing, just a little tired." you finally respond to him, eyes teary and your only excuse was you hadn't blinked for so long they just burnt a little. "If you say so," he grabbed his mug and sipped from it. He had been home for nearly 2 hours before he had a 'meeting' he must attend. You knew where he would be heading to, decided to just let it be.

He kissed your forehead and soon drove away, with enough minutes left of sun you knew he'd be in her arms. Maybe she was an old lover, but you knew best. Old or new, feelings always get the best of any weak man or woman. You sat there, looking at old memories, thinking back to the days he promised you, you are the only woman for him. A wave of anger floods through you when you saw the jewellery he had bought for her in one of the pockets of his coat.

All the sweet nothings, vows and promises what were they said if only meant to be broken? They were all empty promises to him and to you, they were oaths. Kept every single one like your life depended on them.

By now, he is probably kissing her and holding her close like how he used to hold you, but one thing is different unlike with you, he means those kisses and touches. Valeria is a tough woman, she is capable of lots of things, and one of them is, slowly killing your heart, taking your soul and crushing it in front of your eyes. She is a cruel and cold woman, knows you exist in his life and will do any and everything to ruin that life you once had. Not that she is fully aware of the damages but she knows best. Women know best.

Maybe you won't be the one for him but it would've been fun if you could've been the one he loved, truly loved.

A/N: not much arguing between you two, but I think its at least good enough :)