#Fandom Anon

[thegreenleavesofspring]

How do you tear yourself away once you created a hole of sin for yourself? I'm trying to stop sinning- especially with what I ship (I won't go into details but it's bad) I want to go back to christ and I don't know what to do

Me personally? Usually several weeks to a month of combination beating myself up and sulking before I break and end up ugly crying on my bathroom floor or under my couch or somewhere else weird while sobbing out prayers. It's not a process I actually recommend, however.

More seriously, though. There are a few things to keep in mind:

He actually really, really wants you to talk to Him again. He wants to restore that broken relationship. He is not standing ready with a rod - those stripes already fell on another back. He is standing ready with a hug and immeasurable love.

No matter how filthy you feel (and I speak here from experience) His blood is sufficient to wash it all gone. Say the word and repent, and it'll be gone. One of Satan's favorite tactics is tricking us into beating ourselves up over something that the very God of the Universe has obliterated from His memory.

(This is a lesson that I'm still learning.)

That part is, once you can screw yourself up to it, easy enough. It's easy enough to repent. It's breaking the habit of the sin that is oh so hard. Not backsliding right back into it all. And I'm sorry, there is no quick and easy fix for that. (I really wish there were.) It's a teeth-gritted drawn out process. I do some of the usual recommendations - a bit of Bible reading every morning, forcefully turning my thoughts into other directions, thinking of what He suffered for our sin - this can make you lose your taste for it, at least right then, very abruptly; to think of yourself pounding in the nails - any sort of distraction to pull one's mind away from the immediate temptation and back to God.

That said, I'm going to be presumptuous and make some guesses and assertions based on you saying the problem is your shipping specifically. And I'm going to guess that maybe you've got some unhealthy relationships with relationships in general, or will. Or maybe not! But maybe look into that.

That aside, it might be useful to look into what, exactly, about the ship or ships draws you in. If it's just straight-up perversion, yeah scrap that for good. If there are other elements, however, deconstruct it and pick out what exactly it is that you like. Is it the characters' personalities? Backgrounds? Chemistry? Something else? If you can take the elements that aren't sinful and apply them elsewhere, you can start realigning your own preferences into something healthier.

That's the thing; all relational and sexual perversion is Satan's twisting of something very, very good - something designed specifically to mirror Christ's relationship with His Church. There's nothing inherently wrong with shipping as long as it's done right, or liking two compatible characters. I've seen a lot of people do genderbenders to make M/M or F/F ships M/F; I've got no personal opinion on that either way.

But ultimately: pray. Pray pray pray pray pray pray pray. You can't do this. Straight up? You can't do it. Not by your own power. You have to want to. You have to be willing to strive to. But you'll never, ever do it alone. You can't. He's got to do His work in you. And you have to ask Him to.

You can't tear out of that hole. The only way to get out of that hole is to just suck it up and go "Hey. God. I really messed up, I messed up so much, and I need You to do something about it." Pride is a big fat horsechoker pill going down (speaking from experience) and it can make a body squirm to go crawling back feeling absolutely filthy (speaking from experience) especially if it's instance 3,257 of the exact same sin you've been trying to kick for years (speaking from experience) but it is, in the end, the only way out. You've gotta ask Him to throw you a rope, and the only way to do that is to start praying. Some denominations have you Confess it to either a priest or a member of a congregation, but ultimately you're going to have to pray about it anyway. (Speaking from experience.) No matter how much your flesh really, really, really doesn't want to.

I know the guilt looks like an impassable brick wall. I promise it's not. It's an illusion. He's got a wrecking ball that can shatter those bricks into nothing and He's waiting for you to ask Him. Doesn't matter how many bricks, how high, how thick. That Blood can wash it all away.

TL/DR: Pray. Especially if you don't feel like you can or should.

I'm praying for you, Anon. ❤

[thefanciestborrower]

Reread your Ninjago stuff. I haven't seen any of the seasons with the new animation but the headcanons are still so good frfr ~Fandom Anon

Thanks man! I've been having so much fun with these goofy little lego headcannons and need to finish writing out some more for all of you guys! If you haven't see any of the new animation stuff I would definitely recommend at least watching through seasons 8-10 cause those are genuinely some of the best ninjago seasons writing wise in my opinion. Anyways if you have more characters you want headcannons for or have goofy ideas about please! Send them! I always wanna hear other people's headcannons about the idiots lol.

[shamenaess]

🐍 for the asks, naga prey though

~Fandom Anon

🐍 - Naga preds my beloved

But! You said prey, so

I think that naga prey is fun, but it kinda depends how it's used for me, y'know? Like for my personal preference, g/t is preferable for naga prey, and I also don't like them to be super long like some people do? Because swallowing a thin lil noodle for that long kinda sounds terrible XD

I like 'em though! Love me some squirmy lil noodles

[sh1-n0bu]

Hi, am the anon that kept asking about fandoms, I would like to ask to be Fandom Anon

of course!

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[magicicephoenix]

Sun you wont believe it something crazy just happen wait crazy i was crazy once-

driving sun crazy insane!! ft. everyone’s lovely reactions ����

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[collophora]

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this

[writtenbymoonflower]

how about

and hear me out

room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you. 

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with. 

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand. 

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius. 

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs” 

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar. 

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.” 

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup. 

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug. 

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone. 

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive. 

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved. 

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy. 

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?” 

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up. 

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced. 

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper. 

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch. 

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest. 

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak. 

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James. 

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp. 

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.

[girlkisser13]

Imagine Logan with that pheromone perfume stuff- he would go FERAL over it. (PLEASE- I NEED THIS 😭💕)

a/n: i imagine he’d go a little feral, but not like… immediately? it would start with him planting himself by your side, hands on your waist or hips as you work or go about your day. after a while, he starts pressing his nose to your throat or hair more frequently, his arms constricting further around you as he inhales your scent. the longer he’s around your scent, the less concerned he is about the fact that the two of you are in public as he gets bolder and bolder with his touch.

logan’s tongue is rough against the folds of your pussy. he laps at you like a deprived man, a depraved one. you’ve already lost count of the amount of times you’ve cum under his skillful tongue; all you know is that it’s starting to hurt, painful pleasure spreading through your entire body. he has you up against the wall of a public restroom.

"logan," you whimper out. he doesn’t even pause to pull back, only flicks his eyes up so you’re forced to stare down at the way he lewdly forces your legs wider, pushes his tongue in deeper to draw out more of your slick. "logan, please."

his answer is a deep growl. the vibrations from his voice make you throw your head back, body seizing up and almost cumming once again. "i can’t anymore," you whisper. he gives a harsh nip to your inner thigh that makes you flinch. "please. i can’t- i really-"

"yes you can," it’s the first you’ve heard him speak for a while, voice roughened and deep. he pulls you down and pins you to the wall. the coldnesses a rough contrast to the heat that is radiating off of your skin. he smothers his nose into your neck, nipping and licking once again as saliva dripps from his teeth. "fuck, darlin, you smell so fucking delicious."

"it's the perfume," you admit shamefully as he stares you down with his lazy yet sharp gaze. your voice shrinks, coming out meekly, "i can’t take anymore. p-please?"

he lets out a slight laugh, mocking almost. but it’s the most sympathy you’ve garnered from him all night. "no way in hell. you think it was the perfume that did this to me?", he grinds his hard cock against you. a moan is drawn out from your lips; it makes his eyes flash, feral. "it’s your scent. your scent is the one driving me up the wall. so unless you get it under control right now, shut up and spread your legs."

his head dips once again as his tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up all the slick that's there. you throw your head back as you shrieking his name as he takes and takes and takes.

[thegreenleavesofspring]

Fandom anon again- yes I can absolutely look at the relationships platonically- I've also been thinking about what you said earlier about genderbending into m/f ships. If it's for me who cares?

I've been praying these past few days and slowly deleting bad content off. I know it will be a battle.

Maybe this won't mean anything, but I'm proud of you, anon.

As a teenager, I got really really into Vampire Diaries and the spinoff The Originals. Not like in a careful, distanced sort of way. Full-on into it. And I did it behind my mother's back because I knew she wouldn't approve. I got five seasons - six seasons - in before my conscience got the better of me. At that point I was (secretly) sleeping eating breathing Vampire Diaries.

I had to go cold turkey on it. It's not a solution I would recommend for anyone else, but whatever it is that causes addictive personalities runs in my family and I have found that if I try to separate from something slowly, I can't let go at all.

All of which is to say, I know just how hard it is to give up a beloved sin. Something that brings you comfort and joy. Feels like something being ripped out by deep roots. And I'm proud of you for doing it. I know it's hard. You're doing a good job.

I'll be praying for you. God bless

[thefanciestborrower]

I haven't watched N.injago in YEARS but gosh every one of your N.injago posts is a solid banger. Based takes every time. ~Fandom Anon

Thank youuu!!!! It’s genuinely one of my favorite shows of all time and you know what I swore I wouldn’t make vore content of it but here we are haha. Honestly tho I’m glad you’re liking my stuff even if you haven’t watched the show in forever lol, the characters are just so fun and unique to work with!

[word-wytch]

I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.

For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"

It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"

I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!

But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.

On encouraging reblogs —

I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!

But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.

As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.

So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.

I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.

[loopyart]

Hotel Bartender’s POV ♠️ 🕷️ ✨

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[magicicephoenix]

*Gives Sun headphones so that he doesn’t have to listen to everyone saying “Rats make me crazy” anymore*

*HOWEVER*

*IT’S ACTUALLY A BLUETOOTH CONNECTED HEADPHONES.*

*AND I JUST PUT ON THE RATS MAKE ME CRAZY ONE HOUR LOOP MWAHHAAHHA!!*

oh my sweet summer child. don't you know that red means STOP?