#PLS DONT JUDGE ME

[robinotaco]

"B-B-But!! In game, she canonly flirts with the guys-" BLAHBLAH BLAH IDCCCC

[sleepipipi]

I've been working out lately and its going really good. I dropped some extra weight I gained and i'm feeling really good about it...

So please uhm, enjoy a tummy pics😖👉👈💕

[enspey]

The first finished piece I have managed in a year. The struggle has been real. Am I back? I sure am trying to be.

Anyways! I return (ish) with another MC. This time from @loveandleases. Ruby Neves and the best rat Angela. Or at least how i imagine Angela looks like. If my girl can’t have her dog back (yet) she will absolutely adopt Angela.

Yes, I named her Ruby. She was going to be Amber, but somewhere along the way she became Ruby. Ruby she will stay. Her parents obviously had a thing for rocks naming their kids Jade and Ruby. She is a bit of a mess for an MC. Will never forgive her family. Yolo’ing blatant flirtations at Cam, because….well…the rest of her life is a dumpsterfire, she may as well go for broke and act on old feelings.

Love and Leases is a fun ride for anyone who hasn’t read it yet. DO IT. I know, I have said that about every MC I had done….well…I’m going to keep doing it.🥴

Cheers!

[lizziehatters-teacards]

Introducing Wilbur, from Mandela county

Introduction + backstory

Wilbur doesn't have many friends, friends are a lost cost of you live in Mandela county. He has been here all his life, and it's where he is doomed to be for maybe the rest of his life.

Life in Mandela county can never be good. If it weren't for these alternates, the population wouldn't have been so less that only a few people would live. What's worse is that Mandela county isn't the only county that faces situations like this. Almost the entire state has faced this issue. Although at this point it would be better off known as a desperate crisis. And one of the victims of this crisis had to be Wilburs younger brother, didn't it?

His father was definitely someone, abducted and killed by someone he looked like apparently. His body was never found. From what Wilbur understood from the cops is that his father took his own life. But Wilbur knew better, he knew his father WOULDN'T have committed suicide. Wilbur knows the cops are no better to trust.

Wilbur knows the cops have done nothing. Nothing when the mother lost her child to the intruder, killing herself then after. Nothing when somebody died mysteriously, followed by the disappearance of his best friend right after visiting his home. No investigations, No police, no nothing. Almost 3,426 children missing, many more people dead. Not a single body unearthed.

It's funny to say that Wilbur hates the cops, despite his father use to be working for the Mandela police station, before he passed away. At the time Wilbur was just 17 and his brother Tom, or better known as Tommy, was just 7.

There was a very important broadcast by the Mandela county police department about what to do when there is a situation where you come face to face with an alternate. Turns out the volumes has been somehow tampered with this leaving huge missing pieces from the analog. How ever Wilbur finds enough information from them, how to protect himself and his brother.

Wilbur knew the existance of alternates, infact almost everyone knew what alternates were, but no one knew what they are. No one could even speak about them to anyone, they just co exist with human being, as a parasite. The alternates existance apear almost anywhere. Safe to say that staying away from them isn't enough to keep them safe.

But on the 7 month after losing a father right at December, just near Christmas, Wilbur lost his brother. His brother has all of a sudden fallen pray to the alternates. The police investigation said that the disappearance had occured, cuz of an alternate with expert knowledge on hiding evidence. Wilbur knew better. The case came to a cold end, when the cops refused to dig deeper into the situation, afraid that they may too fall victim to an alternate, the other officers did.

The actions of the police come off suspicious to him every time. Even more as the days pass by, more incidents occur, but the police never do anything. It seems that there was a greater fear in wilburs life than robbers, murderers, or even worse. This fear made Wilbur stay indoors most of the time, only coming out in day for an hour a week. He knows the police can't be trusted with security, but he can trust himself to protect himself. This fear has also made Wilbur get rid of the TV, Because he knows that the alternate was the intruder throughout the screens, the intruder stealing infants and kids through the screens, the intruder who stole his brother from him.

He decided to keep A gun, a note book, and a flashlight with him at all times ias his main essentials.

God knows what does these alternates want from mere humans. Or what if there even is a God? Probably not. If he did existed, then his family would be alive today, then humans didn't have to fear trusting anyone. Then there would have been nothing called an alternate.

Wilbur had been like this, for 6 years after. Wilbur works at a library, he looked high and low for a job that was willing to give morning shift. He needed a job if he had to pay rent, just to live. His working place isn't as bad as he thought though, most of the time the library stays empty, and the main people who come and go were collage students. Wilbur wished he could compete collage, but all this mishap had lead to otherwise.

So far now, wilburs life is smooth, smooth enough to survive. He did have some friends, but it's better to call them " people who are trust worthy enough but you don't trust anyways ". After all, you can't trust anyone, especially when you are living in a place called Mandela county.

And sure enough, Wilbur doesn't trust anyone .

[ellavei]

🔞: AU, preg kink, mpreg

"It would be great if we had kids together, Antoine!" Something about Francis's eyes told him he couldn't hide his desire. They had been friends for 32 years but had only been dating for less than a year. Despite all the bad rumours about Francis's love life in the past, he was very sweet and gentle with Antonio. But something seemed to have changed when he started living with Francis... Condoms were non-existent in this house, and Francis grew increasingly annoyed with Antonio for avoiding sex when he was around ovulation. There was a time Antonio had once accidentally found a folder full of pictures of his belly and hips. Sometimes it was while Antonio was cleaning, sometimes it was while Antonio was changing clothes. All were marked with the words ''My Antoine Bonnefoy before pregnancy''. Earlier last week, Antonio had been stunned to find Francis had bought dozens of pregnancy test kits and left them in Antonio's bathroom cabinet. He was too scared to question Francis and considered taking a break from his relationship with Francis today.

[y0urfav0r1te-girl]

Is it wrong that when someone asks me who my Tumblr crush is I say which one because girlie I lost count at this point

[gabdeltoro]

been working on this rewrite for a whole year and it’s nowhere near done 💔💔💔

my redesigns of the characters (no disrespect to the original, spectacular designs)

speedpaint: https://youtu.be/FyXEc5XjIjk !!

[mingismoralloyalty]

NSFW Thoughts (MDNI!)

So quite some time ago I read a reddit thread in "/ask men" where one comment said "As a man I can confirm that every man at one point in his life has tried to suck himself off. No matter how hard they denie it, don't belive it." and it had so many up votes like 👀👀 and my mind immediately went to my favourite atz boys.

Imagine them fully naked on their own bed, door locked, bending and twisting on their mattress to push their hips one inch closer to their mouth. Tongue stretched out as far as they can, brows knitted, sweat dripping down their temples, dick hard in anticipation, desperately trying to reach the tiny droplet on their own tip.

(also, who would be able to succeed 👀)

[zazakisan]

Banbaleena 🩷

[emma-235]

do not talk to me and be all nice and sweet if ur gonna block me the day of. i mean this seriously i get attached to ppl who r nice to me very very easily so it rlly hurts me when ppl block me for no reason after i’ve been nice and kind to them so pls don’t do it

[tripecake]

CRINGETOBER 2024 DAY 10: Ship dynamic

This is my favorite ship dynamic that no one talks about for some reason.

[janyxbeloved]

I'm posting twice a day ?!? YEAH!

KNY oc part 2!

Also special mention to my pookie @puerile-treats cuz it's her birthday (Happy birthday pooks)

Tsubaki Tsugikuni （���国 - 椿 Tsugikuni Tsubaki)

"For five hundred years, I've thought to myself; Why am I still alive? Why hadn't I thought of finally accepting death? Why am I not tired of wandering for five hundred years? How dare you speak to me as if you didn't do anything wrong? Most of all, let me ask, what makes you think I still care for you as your niece? Muzan, the other uppermoon demons, you... You all fill my heart with hate. I don't care if I go to hell, I will drag you all down with me to the darkest of pits and the hottest of flames and you will not escape." - Tsubaki Tsugikuni to Kokushibo, while trying to protect Muichiro Tokito and Genya Shinazugawa in True feelings

Alias: T. Tsugikuni, Onishika("True form"), My niece(By Kokushibo), Demonic entity(By Kokushibo upon seeing her "true form")

Race: Human(Formerly), Demon

Gender: Female

Age: 19(physically), 500+(Chronologically)

Height: 182cm(6'0)

Weight: 73kg

Hair color: Black to red

Eye color: Maroon

Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps, Tokito family

Occupation: Informant, demon slayer

Combat style: Light breathing, hand-to-hand combat, Flora manipulation and fauna transformation

Status: Alive(Before sunrise countdown arc) - Desceased

Brief background information:

Tsubaki - That name should be familiar to demon slayers from the sengoku era of someone were to ask. And they would all answer the same thing: Tsubaki is the daughter of Yoriichi and the niece of Michikatsu. She was kidnapped and turned into a demon by Muzan when she was 17 and stopped aging at 19, in the arms of her father, they were both exiled from the demon slayer corps, Tsubaki had some self restrain from eating humans, Yoriichi served her favorite food and she knew she was a demon, however had morals - Fast forward to the Taisho era, Tsubaki was watching over her quiet garden where animals lived. Suddenly, she heard commotion coming from her garden, she ran out into her garden to find out a slayer infiltrated her home, he was attacking a giant swan she created with her blood demon art to keep anyone from entering her home, however, she watched from a nearby perch - The slayer had successfully killed the swan. The demon slayer asked her to reveal herself, Tsubaki, who was shapeshifted into an owl, stood on top of a tree, the slayer decided to play smart and said that he could see her. Tsubaki stood behind the boy, wearing a cloak. The two exchanged a glance at one another, the slayer confused and Tsubaki calm. Tsubaki took her hood off and welcomed the slayer in to her home. She served tea and some cake to the slayer. She inquired why he came to her and he admitted, he managed to decode a message on the back of the corps rule book, out of curiousity and desperation to get stronger, he managed to disclose her location with the help of his Kasugai crow. Tsubaki just stared at the boy in shock, she would've never imagined that this boy, so small and young would be able to decode a message as old her all by himself. Then the boy admitted that he asked for some help - However, he did it almost all of it alone, Tsubaki regained her composure and introduced herself. The boy shook her hand and hoped that she'll take him as her student, Tsubaki asked for his name, she would do her best to mentor this boy. The boy introduced himself as Muichiro Tokito.

Uniform description

As far as it goes, Tsubaki does not wear the demon slayer corps uniform.

General appearance

Tsubaki wears a standard kimono colored in red with her obi colored gray. She has a scythe and a bow with a bag of arrows on her back. And she does wear a cloak which is colored a dark green, to blend in with the surrounding nature at night.

Inspirations:

Athena (EPIC: The musical)

Odysseus (EPIC: The musical)

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Pianos (Don't even ask why)

Samurai

Overall abilities:

Tsubaki has years of wisdom and skilled swordsmanship, along with the help of her blood demon art which allows her to quickly evade capture.

Demon slayer abilities:

As a human: Tsubaki only possessed skilled sowrdsmanship and quick movement speed, however, she was also skilled at hand-to-hand combat.

Demon slayer mark: Tsubaki had unlocked her demon slayer mark prior to the final battle, however, Muzan was unaware of the trouble he has caused.

Transparent world: Tsubaki can see through the transparent world, memorizing all of Muzan and Kokushibo - She was shocked to realize that her father was right about Muzan's anatomy...

Songs that would sound similar to her personality:

Warrior of the mind - She is badass, Muichiro and her interacting would be similar to Athena and Odysseus.

Scylla - Since Tsubaki and Onishika are the same people, Onishika would tell demons she's against to drown in their sorrows and fears.

We'll be fine - Tsubaki would be the time to reassure that Muichiro's fine the same way Athena would assure that Telemachus would be stronger.

Odysseus - Like Odysseus, she's a monster after realizing it.

I can't help but wonder - This can either be taken with Yoriichi, Uta and Tsubaki as Odysseus, Athena and Telemachus or Tsubaki and Muichiro as Telemachus/Athena with Odysseus. Because at some point, Tsubaki will wonder if she led Muichiro astray after revealing who she truly was. At the same time, Odysseus and Telemachus would be Yoriichi looking at Tsubaki as his daughter, not a monster.

Trivia

Tsubaki's name can translate to "Camellia" as in the flower, however if "Tsu" is translated it would mean "To harbor" and "Baki" could mean "fang of steel" and her surname, Tsugikuni, is comprised of the meaning: "to inherit, succeed"(Tsugi) and "country, kingdom"(Kuni). And her demon name, Onishika, Oni translates to "demon", shi means "death" and ka is added as a suffix or translated to "mosquito".

Tsubaki saw people as friends, however she was a hermit.

Kagaya found out about her because of the Corps handbook. To add to this, she's also the author of the corps handbook.

Tsubaki can play the Koto and biwa.

Tsubaki is quite secretive, despite her tall stature, she can hide well with humans.

After Nezuko conquered the sun, Tsubaki thought of touching sunlight herself - Only to find out she was fed blue spider Lily before, however she didn't want to touch sunlight as Onishika.

Tsubaki can be described as dangerous however, that didn't stop Muzan from taking her away and holding her hostage. However during the final battle, Muzan feared her.

Tsubaki loves her parents dearly, she wouldn't trade them for anything.

She has never married. Never will.

Tsubaki has neat handwriting when she isn't rushing, however if she is, it's a mess.

[2a-void]

Um... I can explain.

Reference below lol 👇👇👇

[goth-emrys]

I LAUGH AT THIS SCENE EVERY TIME. Everything about it is gold.

bonus:

[themorticians-world]

I. Death .I

Xavier Thorpe x O.C

Helloooooo, this is my first time writing a fan fiction (I know lame) I usually just read them and whatever but I've had this idea for months now so I figured better late than never. *All copy rights go to the creators of Wednesday, and the music to Melanie Martinez. Those are their's to claim they just helped inspire me.* Also this has an Original Character and OC family. The last name hasn't been mentioned yet but it's Cauldron! Pls be nice, and let me know if there's anything I missed. This story WILL have smut, but I'm doing chapters.. Enjoy:)

"They're carving my name in the grave again

Their flowers fresh and their faces wet

my body has died, but I'm still alive

look over your shoulder I'm back from the dead.."

As I awaken, I feel my wings flutter. I know this is a rebirth, my previous body leaving this plane. I can feel as my body ignites, and I go through stages of hatching. As I breath in my new life and what's to come of my physical body, the flashbacks of what happened start to come full force. Fire surrounds me, everywhere I look I see the tall burning hot flames engulfing my once childhood home. I whimper as I realize I can’t find my family, “MOM” I yell into the whooshing of the flames “MOM PLEASE” I shout again, my voice cracking this time. Gathering myself I assess the situation, I know we can’t die, we’re Nymph’s, each one of us has different parts that makes us a unique type of nymph. I pick up my tethered dress from the floor searching for anyone who could be here, “Dad? Evan? Mom?” I try again. Realization starts to sink in, as I crumple myself onto the floor as tears wrack through my body. I know my fate, I know we’ll meet again in another life but each time this happens there is always a fear it’ll be my last time having my family with me. Gasping, I emerge from the dirt and gravel that was once my grave. I shake my wings and exhale a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. Shaking the dirt and debris off my wings, I expand my chest to inhale a large breath before sending my signal in search of my family. 

As I wait I can feel the burning hot pit in my lower stomach, aching for a feeding. Looking around I see nothing but trees, for miles. Huffing I began my journey in search of a mate to feed off their energy. Ever since I could remember my mother, a beautiful nymph met and fell in love with my father, a daring incubus. Ever since they first met, as Adam and Eve, they had been inseparable in each life time. Eventually having my brother, Evan, myself Ophelia, and our dearly departed baby sister Angelica. Each life being difficult in its own way, losing Angelica was a different type of pain for everyone. We all knew permanent death was possible for any nymph or demon, we just hadn’t realized how quick it could happen to babies during the French Revolution. 

Landing on the ground, I begin to observe where I am, to memorize this lay out and hope I can fly my way back before my family finds my signal and comes to me. As I walk through the forest, in the dark and cold night, I become overly aware of how naked I am. Searching for anything, I find a shed with a light on inside. Flying up to peek through the window I see a handsome young man, painting a horrifying monster. ‘This could be my feed’ I thought as I landed on the ground ready to take on the appearance of who this man could want to mate with. I straighten my back and throw my long black hair over my shoulder, and lower my horns back into my head to hide my indifference. I began to feign my innocence, as I knock on the door to the shed. “Uh, yeah just a second!” Says the young man, I can hear scrambling and something falling to the ground, as foot steps approach I wrap my arms around my chest and use one of my hands to cover my pubic area. “Hey sorry Principal Weems I’m just finishing t-“ He cuts himself off as he sees me. “Hi, I got lost in the woods, do you think you could help me?” I give a shy smile and tilt my head, hoping he can see his dream person in front of him. “Uh yeah uh, here come in, I’ll get a blanket” he manages to strain out, whipping himself around to grab a black blanket off the old ratty couch he has. Smiling gracefully I wrap myself in the blanket, giving him full view of my body before ‘adjusting’ it to feel more comfortable against my hardened nipples. “Thank you, I don’t know how much longer I could’ve lasted without something to warm me up” I say in a hushed whisper, leaning in towards him with a blush on my face. “Yeah of course, not a problem” he says scratching his head, fixing his half up half down pony tail. “Care to introduce yourself?” I smirk, loosening my grip on the blanket a bit, in hopes he catches more skin. “My name is Xavier Thorpe, I’m a student here at Nevermore Academy, its nice to meet you” Xavier extends his hand with a blush covering his cheeks, he seems nervous as I shake his hand and give him a perfect smile back. As I’m about to introduce myself, I hear my fathers signal through the wind, telling me they are here for me. Xavier looks around confused at the high pitch whistle, but I turn to face the door, “I think I’ll be seeing you again, thank you for the help.. See you later, Xavier.” I whisper to him. “Wait what?” He yells after me but I’ve already gained my wings to fly towards my parents. I smile feeling a light pinch in my stomach and ache in my core as I leave without feeding. I fly as fast as I can, excited to see my parents and brother, and land shortly after my flight began. “Momma! Dad! Where’s Evan?” I proclaim, wrapping them in my arms and squeezing tightly. “Oh honey, he hasn’t hatched again yet. We’re waiting to hear his signal” my mom reassures me, squeezing me back in the hug. I push her back slightly, confused because Evan is usually the fastest to rebirth. 

“Mom what do you mean? We have to keep signalling for him then, he has to find us!” I say, tears threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. 

“Ophelia, relax, not much time has passed since we died last time. I’m sure he’s just being lazy, you know how Ev is!” My dad tries to cheer me up, rubbing my shoulder. “How are you guys already in clothes? We need to find shelter, I need a feed, desperately.” I say to the couple, in hopes they can’t sense my eagerness to mate. “Well honey, we’ve been hatched for a few months now, we’ve settled down in a town not far from here called Jericho, and they have a school for people like us” My mom tells me, smiling at me and playing with the ends of my hair. I nod quietly, and motion for them to show me the way to where I will live out this life. Wrapping the blanket tighter around me, I suddenly feel exposed and confused. What do they mean they’ve been hatched for a few months? And why did it take me so long to come back to them this time? Where is Evan? Thoughts race through my head, as I follow in the steps of my parents. As we reach town, my mom pulls me into a small side hug and smiles down at my small stature. “Honey, here’s our new home, we’ve already decorated a room for you, but we need to have a discussion tomorrow about some new rules your father and I have set.” She says firmly. I nod again, not quite ready to speak as I take in my new surroundings. 

The house is cute, cozy but not small, inviting and warm. I take in the outdoor decorations, and take notice of the trees, that are a variety of orange, yellow, red and brown leaves. The house itself is a black brick house, with white windows and a signature red door. There’s pumpkins on the steps, and little ghosts hanging from some of the trees. My dad unlocks the front door, gesturing me into the heat of the house. My jaw falls as I take in my new home, it’s beyond perfect for our family. The grey walls are the perfect shade of cool neutral, the antiques my mother must have thrifted decorate the area beautifully, a gorgeous wood burning fire place is in the middle of the living room, surrounded by black velvet couches, a coffee table shaped like a coffin, and perfectly preserved bats all over the walls as decor. The perfect amount of spooky and cozy, just like we like it. 

“Mom, could you show me to my room? We will need to go clothes shopping tomorrow!” I smile at her, adjusting the blanket that now feels too warm in the heat of the living room. My mom nods, and motions me to follow her up the black spiral staircase. I take in the paintings as I take my time going up the stairs, admiring the craftsmanship of the artist. When I reach the final step, my mom turns and points to the black door with a sign shaped like a bat on it, stating “Ophelia’s room”. I jump and squeal, excited to see my room and bed, I barge in and turn the light on. Instantly I’m consumed with the comfort of my favourite items. A large black canopy bed in the centre of the room, with black nightstands on either side, and matching black and white lamps. I can’t help myself as I drink in all the details of the room, I see a glass chandelier, a black desk with a type writer, a coffin shaped mirror hanging on my wall beside what appears to be a Jack and Jill bathroom with a room on the opposite side. As I step into my room, I open a door to my right, to see a rather large walk in closet- that is filled to the brink with black, brown and grey clothes, shoes and purses. I turn to my mother with a big smile, “Thank you so much mom, you always know exactly what I love.” I bring her into a hug. “Of Course honey, have a shower, get changed into some comfy clothes and hop into bed, it’s pretty late.” She smiles softly before turning to the door and closing it gently behind her. 

I take the blanket off and toss it to the side, and retrieve a towel, a black tank top and black plaid pj shorts from my closet and head towards the bathroom. Humming a tune, I turn the light on and begin my search for a hairbrush. Once I’ve located my brush, I turn the shower on and wait for it to heat up. Fixing my posture, I take in my new appearance in the mirror. I’m short, with my usual long black straight hair. I have a curvier figure this time around, with more of a tummy than I’m use to. I shake my head, adjust my eyes and relax- allowing my natural form to come out. My hazel eyes darken to almost black, my horns make their appearance and my ears point. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I take in its pointed snake appearance, that’s new. Shrugging, I finish brushing my hair, and get into the heat of the shower. As I let the water run over me, my mind begins to become engulfed with the ache that has settled in my core. Ignoring the feeling, I shampoo twice, condition, wash my face and shave, before washing my body and rinsing off. Turning the shower off, I grab my towel and begin a night routine, taking notice of the very expensive skin care products my mother must have researched before purchasing. Once I’ve finished my skin care, and brushing my teeth, I throw my hair into a towel and head into my room to settle in for the night. As I hear what sounds like a television show coming from downstairs, I nod off into a deep sleep, preparing for the next day, and my next feeding.

[crushed-berries]

i don’t feel poetic when i write, my words look too crude and too raw on the page, like i have scooped and scraped out my flesh and all that remains is bloody bone and i've smashed my soft tissue around a page. i feel like my words must be decorated and ornate to be art. 

like it’s not just me that has to look beautiful at all times, but what i create and what i put out has to be perfectly constructed and beautiful. 

sometimes i’m all alone in my room hunched and sobbing and naked and i hold myself in a way that i wish my mother had, and i stop. and i think. am i beautiful? please let me be beautiful. 

Even at the depths of my soul and the height of my emotions i feel i must bleach myself 

to make sure everything is clean and presentable.

 so if someone asks me 

“what’s wrong with you?”

i can expose my rancid core in a clean and beautiful way. 

the mess will be compartmentalised and someone can point to a part of me and name it, 

fix it, 

fix. it.

i am still a girl,

 a half-grown thing. 

I look older now but, at my core, i still feel so little. like a hatchling, i open my mouth wide for something but when it comes it’s too soon, too much, too early.

i don’t want to be raw and crude, i want to be delicate and flowery with my words and make them look beautiful but when i write crude, ugly words 

apart of me 

feels

 beautiful.