#anonymous

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[ofwings]

Are you single?

do these look like the posting habits of someone experiencing romance

[incognitopolls]

"It couldn't be solved by any amount of money" could include both things like "life-changing grief" and "I have so many dogs to pet and only two hands." Opposite ends of the "problem" spectrum, but neither can be solved by money.

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[starteas]

yo! quick question

if wpnz and puzzles took up dancing lessons, what type of style would they learn? tap? swing?..ballroom 😏

Who needs lessons when you've got your very own dance instructor?

Tap, swing, they can do it all!

...Their ballroom needs a little work, though.

[lonerslug]

Hiii could I request Sevika x reader but reader says safe word during freaky time because Sevika started getting a little too rough and reader already has struggled with sexual trauma and it made reader freak out ? Like everything was going good but maybe Sevika started getting rough with choking or maybe spanking and reader just freaks out and yells the safe word. Sevika feels guilty after because that’s literally her baby and she never wants to hurt reader.

Everything had been fine at first. Wayy better than fine, even. Sevika had you spread out beneath her, her mouth on your skin, her weight keeping you grounded. She knew exactly how to draw those trembling sounds out of you, that low rumble of her chest turning your nerves molten.

You trusted her. You really did. That was why you’d given her your safe word in the first place— just in case. Sevika was very strong, and sometimes she got carried away, but she always made sure to check in with you.

Tonight though, something slipped.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, firm and commanding. Normally you liked it, that pressure, that reminder that she could hold you down and keep you safe in her own rough way. But when her grip tightened a little too far, a little too fast, it was like your body stopped listening to the present.

Your chest went tight, panic clawing its way up your throat. Old memories flickered where they weren’t welcome, making your heart pound in terror instead of excitement. You couldn’t breathe,

“R-Red! Red!” Your voice cracked, raw and panicked as you forced the word out.

Sevika froze instantly. The change in her was immediate, like icewater doused over fire. Her hand vanished from your throat, her weight shifting off you as she pulled back, eyes wide, lips parting like she wasn’t sure if she should speak or just stay quiet.

“Baby, fuck, baby I’m sorry.” Her voice broke in a way you’d never heard before, rough with panic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t realise —”

You scrambled upright, pulling the sheets to your chest as your breath came in uneven gasps. Sevika’s hands hovered in the air, not touching, like she was afraid she might make it worse if she laid a finger on you.

“Hey. Look at me. You’re safe. You’re here, with me.” Her voice softened, but her eyes were stormy with guilt.

It took a moment, but you forced yourself to meet her gaze. She looked wrecked. Not just concerned, but gutted— like she’d just watched herself hurt the person she swore she’d protect above anyone else.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though you had nothing to be sorry for.

“No. Don’t-don’t you dare apologise.” Sevika shook her head hard, reaching for you but pausing, her hand trembling in the space between you. “That’s what the safe word’s for, sweetheart. You did exactly right.”

Your throat burned, tears pricking hot at the corners of your eyes. “I just… I couldn’t. I thought I’d be okay but then —”

“I know.” Her voice cracked, low and careful as she finally eased close enough to wrap her arms around you. She moved slow, giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, she gathered you to her chest, her warmth swallowing you up. “I pushed too far. That’s on me. You don’t ever have to explain. You just say the word, and I stop. Always.”

You pressed your face against her, trembling. She smelled like smoke and leather and home. Her metal arm rubbed slow, steady circles on your back, the motion oddly soothing.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Never. You’re my everything. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

It wasn’t just words— Sevika meant it with every ounce of herself. You could hear it in her tone, could feel it in the way she held you like you were the only fragile thing in her rough, jagged world.

Sevika didn’t just stop when you said the word. She stayed. She held you, rocked you, whispered how much she loved you until your heartbeat calmed against hers.

Later, she kissed your forehead and muttered, almost shamefully, “We don’t have to do anything like that again. Not unless you want it. I just want you. However you’ll have me.”

And for the first time since the memories had flared, you felt safe enough to breathe again.

[planet-dusk]

Pervy stalker chan who leaves you dirty notes…he thinks they’re sweet, but his perception is a little, well, off ^^

i got carried away, there's nothing sweet abt any of this... chan is being a major creep so be warned <33 cw. this post contains dark topics, reader discretion is advised. stepbrother!chan, perv!chan, noncon notes, perversion, stalking and yandere behavior, name calling: slut, pet names: baby wc. 1250 minors dni.

it's a sunday morning in summer when you find the first note, tucked between the pages of the longman anthology you'd left open on your desk. folded notebook paper, handwriting in blue pen — your favorite pen, lying uncapped on the worktop — rushed and near illegible in its eagerness.

you smelled so sweet last night. i almost followed you to your bedroom, wanted to watch you touch yourself underneath the covers. bet you're tight, dripping, thinking of me. you shouldn't keep your legs closed when i'm around. i'll help you open them soon.

your hands tremble as you tear the paper to pieces. if you close your eyes you can pretend it was never there. pretend your heart isn't hammering in your throat.

not him, you think. please.

you remember his heated gaze at the dining table last night. the way he watched you eat, lips parted as his eyes followed every move.

your heart sinks into your stomach.

who else could it be?

it can't be him.

he's harmless. he's safe. he's known you since you were young, too young to matter. you were surprised he even paid you any attention when you came home last week. you were never allowed to join him and his friends in his room; his little stepsister wasn't cool enough, no matter how much you begged him to let you stay.

but he'd always been kind, polite in a distant way. smiling at your mother when she married his father and the two of you came to live with them. he'd been fifteen; you were nine. too wide a gap for you to be anything more to him than an unwanted, annoying addition to his family. and by the time you got into high school he was long gone — holed up in his college dorm, buried in software textbooks and the haze of cheap weed.

when you started uni your life quickly filled with lectures and friends. on the rare occasions you both drifted back home he spent most of his time in his old room. you rarely stayed more than a few days, but this spring you'd turned 21, and your mother had asked you to spend the summer with her and your stepdad.

of course chan was invited, too.

the second note is slipped under your bedroom door, folded in half with your name scrawled on top.

i can hear you at night, you know. the way your bed creaks, the way you bite back those whimpers. you sound so sweet when you're trying not to wake me. i get hard every time, imagining it's my fingers stuffed inside your pretty cunt instead of your own.

you slam the door shut, pressing your back to it, slowly sinking to the floor. you swallow tightly as you reread the note over and over, all noise around you fading into the background.

across the hall his room is quiet. too quiet.

the third note comes tucked under your pillow. his handwriting is neater this time, blocky letters in black ink.

i stood in your doorway last night and watched you toss in your sheets, your tits peeking out of that useless thin shirt you call pajamas. did you know you make the cutest little noises in your sleep? bet your pussy was wet, even in your dreams. i'll climb into bed with you soon. i'll keep you quiet so mom and dad won't hear us. don't worry, baby. i'll make you love it.

you can't fall asleep that night. every shadow in your room makes you shiver. every creak in the floorboards raises the hairs on your arms. but somehow, when morning comes, you wake hot and sweaty, whimpering his name.

the fourth note shows up in the laundry basket. it flutters to the ground when you pick up your shirts.

your panties taste like heaven. i licked them until they were clean. bet your pussy would taste even better, dripping straight into my mouth. don't worry, baby. i'll keep your secret. our secret.

you can't look at him over dinner that night, face burning hot when his knee brushes yours under the table. he doesn't even blink. how can he act so unfazed when you know what horrific thoughts hide behind his innocent smile?

you start locking the doors behind you, eyes flicking over your shoulders constantly. the summer air is stifling and the backyard pool calls out your name but you hide away in your room, pretending to study. you know he's out there somewhere: listening, waiting, smiling at how careful you've become. at how he's never leaving your mind, not for a second. how he's got you exactly where he wanted.

the fifth note is tucked between two stuffed animals lining your bedside table. a wolf and a turtle, the ones you can't bring yourself to part with.

he gave you the fluffy grey wolf for your birthday. it always reminded you of him.

i almost walked in earlier when you were showering. could've pushed the curtain back and pressed my cock against your ass. you would've let me — you're my sweet girl. i see the way you look at me when you think i don't notice. you want this as much as i do.

your whole body trembles, every sound in the house suddenly suspicious. you swear you hear his footsteps in front of the bathroom door that night, lingering there, waiting.

when you lock your door and climb into bed you lay awake for hours, staring at the dark ceiling.

would you let him?

the fifth note is worse, slipped into your purse when no one's looking. the writing is messier this time. the ink is smeared in places, diluted by wet spots.

you wore that dress for me. i can tell. my good little slut, pretending to be innocent in front of my father. you don't know how hard it is not to drag you into my room when we're all watching tv after dinner. press your face into the pillow and fuck you until your legs are shaking. i'll fill you up with my cum, keep you plugged so you won't waste a single drop.

when you glance up, chan is already watching you from across the room. his smile is polite and sweet as always. your mother says something to him with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his breathing quickens a little when you lock eyes with him. chan just laughs along with her, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

the last note isn't hidden at all. it's lying on your bedspread when you come back from a shower, the damp towel still wrapped around your head. you shake when you pick up the paper. you locked your door when you left; how did he get in?

his all too familiar handwriting is jagged and rushed, pressed so deep the ink nearly bled through the paper.

i laid here when you were gone. stroked my cock on your sheets, came thinking about eating your sweet pussy while you were showering only a few feet away. you belong to me. there's no use in fighting it. don't hide, baby. open the door. be a good girl for me.

the knock comes just past midnight, soft but deliberate. you lie in bed, staring at that same dark spot on the ceiling. there's no second knock but you know he's there. waiting. your quickening heartbeat is the only sound rushing in your ears.

you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, take a deep breath, and let your feet touch the cold floor.

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[txttletale]

Do people exaggerate when they say BlueSky is full of out-of-touch liberals and the kind of people to say ‘saying stupid is ableist’, etc?

eh i kind of dislike this classic stereotype about the annoying Overly Woke Disabled Person tbh... like, yknow, i don't think "stupid is a slur" is a winning slogan as exemplified by the way that many people who hold this belief will yknoiw avoid 'stupid' and call you brain damaged instead which is worse in basically every way. but like, yknow, i don't think it is inherently vacuous to think about what the ideological implications of the language you use and what they say about your relationship to 'intelligence' as a concept right

anyways ime so far every time one of my tweets breaches containment its my imp[ression that bsky is filled with people who think that trannies should shut up and stop being so whiny about little things like "bipartisan international consensus on violently forcing us out of public life" because theres a freackign cheeto in the white house

[haskistuff]

Let’s seeee 😌

100 questions

Is a kiss considered cheating?

Have you ever faked orgasm?

If you could have one superpower, what would it be?

Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years?

Tell us some funny drunk story.

Why are you no longer together with your ex?

If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be?

What are your current goals?

Do you like someone?

Who was the last person to disappoint you?

Do you like your body?

Can you keep a diet?

If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say?

Do you work?

If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be?

Would you get a tattoo?

Something you don’t mind spending all your money on?

Can you drive?

When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful?

What was the last thing you cried for?

Do you keep a journal?

Is life fun?

Is farting in front of people irrelevant?

What’s your dream car?

Are grades in school important?

Describe your crush.

What was the last book/movie that really impressed you?

What was your last lie?

Dumbest lie you ever told?

Is crying in front of people embarrassing?

Something you did and you are proud of?

What’s your favourite cocktail?

Something you are good at?

Do you like small kids?

How are you feeling right now?

What would you name your daughter/son?

What do you need to be happy?

Is there some you want to punch in the face right now?

What was the last gift you received?

What was the last gift you gave?

What was the last concert you went to?

Favourite place to shop at?

Who inspires you?

How old were you when you first got drunk?

How old were you when you first got high?

How old were you when you first had sex?

When was your first kiss?

Something you want to do until the end of this year?

Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done?

Post a selfie.

Who are you most comfortable around?

Name one thing that terrifies you.

What kind of books do you read?

What would you tell your 12 year old self?

What is your favourite flower?

Any bad habits you have?

What kind of people are you attracted to?

What was the last thing you cried for?

Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you?

Are you in love?

Something you find romantic?

How long was your longest relationship?

What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex?

What are 3 things that irritate you about the opposite sex?

What are you saving money for?

How would you describe your bad side?

Are you actually a good person? Why?

What are you living for?

Have you ever done anything illegal?

Do you like your body?

Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally?

Ever sent nudes?

Have you ever cheated on someone?

Favourite candy?

Is there a blog you visit every day, or almost every day? Tag it!

Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game?

Favourite TV series?

Are you religious? Does God exist?

What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why?

What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism?

How long have you been on Tumblr?

Do you like Chineese food?

McDonalds or Subway?

Vodka or whiskey?

Alcohol or drugs?

Ever been out of your province/state/country?

Meaning behind your blog name?

What are you scared of?

Last time you were insulted?

Most traumatic experience ?

Perfect date idea?

Favourite app on your phone?

What colour are the walls in your room?

Do you watch Youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber?

Share your favourite quote.

What is the meaning of life?

Do you like horror movies?

Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened?

Do you feel lucky or special in a way?

Can you keep a secret?

[incognitopolls]

For the purposes of this poll, “no contact” means you personally making the choice to have absolutely no communication with that individual. If you’re no contact because of the other person’s choice, vote no. If you have limited contact, vote no.

Anon has been considering going no contact with one of their parents, and they're curious how common it is among tumblr users.

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[starteas]

How were the fan kids made??????

(They were built out of their old scrap parts!)

[solarting]

had a thought i need to share. what if since dan's already up north they decide to go see their friends in manchester. so dan takes the train south from scotland and phil comes up from london on the same day so,,,they meet at manchester piccadilly station,,,,

oghhh…phil watching dan’s train come in and meeting his eyes in the crowd and feeling the same magnetic pull to him that he felt on that first day……they have an unusually long and intense hug that neither of them feel the need to mention or explain………

[planet-dusk]

Hello!! Needed some hyune pottery fics lolol, hyune and reader doing pottery, but reader has a hard time so he ‘helps’ and ends up taking it a bit too far, like he’s saying stuff like “two fingers, in and out…yeah..just like that” 😛😛

i know nothing abt pottery so i had to google some things, apologies if i made any mistakes :)) cw. pottery teacher!hyunjin, lots of innuendos, pet names: baby wc. 800 minors dni.

your hands slip again, the lump of wet clay collapsing under your palms. you huff and push a strand of hair from your face with the back of your hand. cold clay sticks to your forehead and you inwardly curse minji for convincing you to join her on this tedious, three-month long pottery course.

and for having the audacity to bail on you and skip today's class in favor of going on a date with some guy she met last month, leaving you to suffer alone under the watchful gaze of teacher hwang — no — teacher hyunjin. one of the most talented, beautiful men you've ever seen. he'd insisted on ditching the honorifics before the first class ended, said he focuses on creating a relaxed, casual atmosphere where people are encouraged to learn something new about themselves.

five classes in and what you've learned is you suck at pottery. you're struggling to throw something that doesn't resemble a lump of dirt. hyunjin makes it look so easy: pretty, elegant fingers gently wrapping around the clay, working their magic.

you sigh. hyunjin chuckles, the sound cutting through the quiet studio.

"you're rushing," he says, stepping closer. his long fingers hover over yours, almost touching. "you've got to be patient with it. ease your hands in. don't fight the shape — guide it."

you nod, swallowing hard, but it doesn't help that he smells of cedarwood and paint. that his chest nearly brushes your back when he leans over you.

"spread your fingers a little more," he says softly. his hands slide over yours now. they're steady, pressing them into the pliant clay. the contrast with the warmth of his hands makes you shiver. "yeah… that's it. two fingers, curve them inside. move them in and out slowly."

heat rises to your cheeks at the way he says it. you know he's talking about pottery, but his tone is low. deliberate. it's nearly impossible not to let your mind drift to other places.

"don't just stab at it," hyunjin continues, his hot breath tickling your ear. his fingers press over yours, curling them into the soft clay. "gentle, but firm. push deeper. now pull back, in and out… find a steady rhythm. feel how it opens for you?"

a shaky exhale escapes your lips. something heavy tightens in your core but you try to focus on the clay spinning beneath your hands, ignoring the heat of hyunjin's words. his body is flush against yours now, hips grazing your back, his arms caging you in.

"you're too tense," he murmurs, voice dropping so low you have to strain your ears to hear him. "relax your wrists. let me… guide you, yeah?"

you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. his hands cover yours completely, long agile fingers wrapped around your smaller ones. he slides them forward and sinks them into the wet clay, pushing deeper. the squelch of it fills the studio and you feel your cheeks grow impossibly hotter.

"good. now pull out. do it again. don't be afraid to get messy."

your breath catches when he rocks forward slightly, just enough to let you feel the hard line of him against your lower back. he doesn't move away. doesn't even pretend to try and hide his knowing smile.

"you feel it, don't you?" he whispers. "the way it warms under your fingers? how wet it gets when you work it just right?"

you press your legs together, trying to ignore the growing ache between your thighs. his fingers lace with yours again and force your hands to thrust in deeper. harder. the clay squelches obscenely, and you can't help the soft whimper that escapes your throat.

hyunjin laughs softly. "that's it. that's what i wanted to hear."

he rocks into you again, the faintest grind of his hips against your ass, and your whole body tenses. his lips graze your ear as he guides your fingers into a steady rhythm.

"two fingers… push them in. now out. don't stop, baby. find the pace. that's how you keep it nice and open."

your eyes flutter shut, picturing his nimble fingers stretching your throbbing cunt, preparing you to take something much bigger…

"you're learning fast," hyunjin hums. his hands never stop moving yours, in and out, pressing deeper and spreading wider. "you like it when i teach you like this, don't you?"

you nod helplessly, another whine catching in your throat.

"that's what i thought." you hear the smirk in his voice, lips barely brushing your cheek. "messy students like you are my favorite. can't even get their own fingers to do the job... good thing i like it filthy."

[bigidiotenergytm]

Hey, Odie?? Do you want to be my omega? Because...um..oh my God, I'm terribly shy, just..I love you!!

[flightyalrighty]

maybe you’ve been told this a lot but I really like the way you express the characters emotions with their ears, i feel like thats underutilized for these characters. like, i dont see much of it. when i see a piece with that im like “oh this is done by this person” not cause of just the art style. really cool n thanks for doing it lots

Thanks! Yeah, I do get this a lot, but it's nice to read all the same!

I do agree that it's underutilized! Which is shocking considering these characters are Animals. I think I've only seen Sonic Prime do this when it comes to official media?

(and occasionally in Archie)