#at least add the reblog bait tw

[antipathy-arsonist]

do. i need to add some kind of disclaimer to my intro post

[a-dog-with-different-paws]

Tw/Cw: Swearing

Reblog bait is the worst kind of shit there is.

Oh, you have OCD? Screw you.

Oh, you have anxiety? Screw you.

Oh, you have autism? Screw you.

Oh, you think if you don't reblog this it actually means you're a horrible person? Screw you.

If you're gonna make a post that's "reblog if..." Then at least add a tw, cw, anything.

I'm fed up with getting so anxious when I see these posts, I just saw a "Reblog if you support gay marriage, scroll if you're homophobic", and I didn't reblog.

Does that make me, a nonbinary lesbian, homophobic? No. It fucking doesn't.

Making posts like that are trash.

All you want is attention, followers and reblogs, because YOU are the one that made the post, so you must be some kind of saint for not being homophobic/racist/etc.

No, you're not, you're an asshole that's triggering other people for fucking Tumblr notes.

Please, for the love of all things, don't make reblog bait, or at least add a warning before hand so people can scroll without feeling like they did something wrong, and if you reblog stuff like that, YOU should also add a tw or cw in the hashtags.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[tielesiti-eftu]

you're telling me a FURRY pinned this post???? 😳

hey hey! I'm Tiel, she/her, and that's all you're getting to identify me here <3 you can look at my sona though

if you've stumbled over here then I can only assume you were looking on purpose since I mostly keep to myself, in which case, welcome! so long as you're not a piece of shit to or around me, feel free to hang out. I am a firm believer in having your own corner of the internet, and this is one of the main spots I do that for myself; as such, what you'll find here is going to very wildly differ between days, and it's all to cater to me and basically nobody else.

I don't do softblocking in either direction, so if you're able to see this page, congratulations! you're most likely fine! on the flipside though, if you're softblocking me for whatever reason, I'm really bad at noticing things like that and would in all honesty prefer if you just fully blocked me (genuine)

this post might be edited at some point, and I'll reblog it with an addition mentioning the changes if I do mess with things here

tags of note under the cut

here's some tags I use fairly often, or that exist for filter purposes! this section might change too, so be aware of that!

#pinned post - you are here!

#targeted reblog - I know people that enjoy things, and sometimes I like to attack those people with cannons

#reblog game - for posts that come with minigames or other fun things to do if you reblog them!

#reblog bait - for other reblog-oriented posts that unfortunately do not come with enrichment but I wanted to reblog anyways

#:3 - :3

#you will look at this - art reblog tag, added to posts with art or other cool things that I did not make

#foxposting - basically post about or containing as fox gets tagged with this bc foxes are fun and I enjoy them a lot

#tailsposting - like foxposting but for specifically Miles "Tails" Prower

#kumihoposting - like foxposting but for specifically Kumiho Cookie from Cookie Run, also known as The Single Solitary Reason I Still Care About Cookie Run In 2023

#a rustle in the bushes || art tag - as suggested, this is my art tag! I don't really post art very often, but when I do, it'll be under this tag

#the fox hole recipe book - if a post has a recipe, either made by me or reblogged from someone else, I'll add this tag! it's a bit sparsely used, since I don't find much good recipe stuff, but it's there!

#in the bushes you find a strange mushroom - an extension of the art reblog and art tags; if something is tagged with this, the art in question is intended for mature or adult audiences by the OP. sometimes these will have mature labels on the posts themselves, sometimes they won't; this tag exists to let people who may not want to see it either way to filter it out. as a general rule though, I am probably reblogging these for a reason, and you don't win any prizes for guessing it

#draft clearing - I use this when I'm going through my veritable hoard of drafted posts and dredging some up to see the light of day. why I do this instead of using a queue, nobody knows, least of all myself

#food, #food tw, #tw food - these are all blacklist tags I use, and admittedly I may be forgetting to add something here or to tag something in general; I'll keep it consistent for things in here though. keep in mind, if something isn't in this section, I probably don't consistently tag for it! I used to add "tw" to the beginning and end of some of these tags, hence the slight repetition, but these days I just use the raw word for simplicity's sake

#drizzle, #storm, #fire, and #ice - deprecated tags originally used to denote if posts were serious or not. storm and ice were for serious posts, while drizzle and fire were for non-serious posts. I have way too many total posts to remove/replace these tags by this point, so you're absolutely gonna see them if you go looking, and I wanted to clarify what they were for as a result. some slight typos of these (drizzle especially) are probably under this umbrella too, if the variations that keep showing up in my suggested tags are any indication

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Header description: A photograph of a dark pink pen and small pink flowers on an empty ring notebook.

Icon description: The marriage portrait of the character Elly from the game Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town on light blue background. Elly is a white girl drawn in comic style with brown hair and brown eyes. She’s looking towards the camera with her head slightly inclined and blushing. There are white flowers in her hair, at the sides of her head, and she’s wearing a frilly white vest with a blue ribbon. She’s holding a rainbow flag.

Hi. You can call me Elli for now, I use she/they pronouns and I am an adult. I have been for a while.

I like tag games, but sometimes I just forget, and those that include a rule to “tag x” or “send to x” will most likely end here or be modified, since I know a lot of my mutuals don’t like that pressure. Same goes for chain asks.

I’m also super shy/awkward, and easily startled, so if you want to message me, try more than just ‘hi’, or I might scurry off and hide under a moldy leaf, trembling ;-;

My introduction post: Click My re-introduction post for Whumpmas in July 2022: Click

Likes and dislikes

Things that will appear on this blog:

fantasy settings, love me some magic

torture and despair and such unpleasant things

my own writing and reblogs of others’ writings

whump/writing prompts, memes and shitposts

lots of posts about writing that aren’t whump related

image descriptions on (almost) everything

and the occasional post I found cute/funny

Things that will probably not appear on this blog:

explicit nsfw stuff (but there might be mention)

major character death (of named characters)

modern medical/hospital settings

pet whump/heavy conditioning

unhappy endings

politics/real world events

chain posts/reblog bait (tag games are fine)

There can and will be exceptions to all of those, for example if something is part of a long series I am reading/reblogging.

Images and descriptions

I’m trying to describe all of the images I post or reblog. The exception are decorational banners that add nothing of value to the post, and the replies of previous people in chain tag games.

I reblog art containing blood, restraints and similar “whumpy” themes, but never real life depictions of such. If you want to avoid them, block #salad-img.

I avoid gifs when possible, and those I can’t avoid are tagged as #gif warning.

Tagging

I’m trying my best to tag things, both in my own posts and stuff I reblog. I’m tagging in the format word tw for most things. I do not want mentions of a thing for warning reasons to show up in a discussion tag, I hope that’s a way to achieve that. If a tag returns an empty search, I’m not using it.

There will be some cursing on this blog, and I can’t tag it, because I curse in the tags, and if you don’t like that, then this might not be a good place for you.

Here’s a list of warnings and tags I use on my posts.

Have a bunch of common tags I use: writing advice | writing resources | writing positivity | writing woes | writing meme | writing prompt | fluff prompt | self publishing | editing | beta reading | worldbuilding | magic | character development | narrative style | disabled characters | writing characters with ptsd | blind characters | whump prompt | whump meme | whump advice | other people’s books | book recs | game recs | thanks for describing! | image description stuff | tumblr stuff | i love rainbow colored things | sad music posting hours | language stuff | video games | gw2posting | p&p

Usage of those tags is uhhh not as consistent as I would have wanted it to be. Thanks brain! I tried to at least keep the advice ones organized.

All ask games I gather I collect under the tags:

#salad starts collecting oc ask games

#salad should give writing ask games a tag

#salad also collects other ask games

I made one OC ask game myself!

And I also made a WIP ask game!

Feel free to browse (and kidnap), it’s my hoard. I try to not tag the same one twice, to make browsing easier. I’m also always taking asks for those, but please mention which one it’s for if it’s not the latest one :D

Personal tags: salad-txt - random things that managed to escape my brain salad-ask - answered asks, always tagged with the asker as well salad-tag - for tag games salad-img - for whumpy images I reblog salad-desc - for images I described salad-find - my favs, basically salad-books - my book recs salad-games - my video game recs salad-reblog - all full-chapter writing of others that I reblog salad-quote - the text-on-stockimage posts with quotes from my stories salad-char - my char intros

salad-rant - me screaming at my screen, because I can’t scream at real people; extra tag so you can block it if you don’t like virtual negativity. salad-nonfiction - for post where I feel they get a bit too real and serious, if people want to avoid them.

[starwolf-has-moved]

Please read before you follow!

^^ mainly just read the dni if the posts too long

Info/bio

They/them, please! She/her or he/him if we're friends.

Cisn't

Minor!!

Adults CAN follow!

On that point, nsfw blogs if i think youre a porn bot you'll probably be blocked.... Sorry

You can call me Star or Starwolf :)

Im almost always on mobile so formatting on things might be weird

I love getting interaction! Tag me in stuff, send me asks, whatever! I dont mind like spam!

Mutuals can dm me for my discord info :)

Asexual biromantic, male preference? (Am I using this right)

If you see someone called 'spacewolftc' watching your twitch stream its probably me :)

Likely ADHD

Current fandoms include: Danganronpa, Demon Slayer, RWBY, FMA:B, Haikyuu, Blue Exorcist, Jujutsu Kaisen, Black Clover, Genshin Impact, and more!

My blog content includes: art, world events, donation posts, positivity, pride, life tips, art tips, and more.

If, for whatever reason, you ever want to unfollow, feel free. Dont like my vibes? Dont like what i post? I really dont mind if you unfollow. Dont stay because you feel 'obligated' or anything, its your internet experience and you should curate it how you like.

DNI:

Map/NOmap/pedophile

Transphobes/TERFs/gender-critical, etc.

Pan/biphobes

Anti-mogai/anti-neopronouns

Acephobic/arophobic/aphobic

Pedophilia/incest shipper

Ship adopted siblings (yes that counts as incest, no i dont take criticism)

Antisemitic/Islamophobic

Racist

Anti-BLM/"All lives matter"

Anti stop Asian hate

Trump supporter

Sexist/misogynistic, etc.

Unironically make "all men are trash" jokes, etc.

Fatphobic

Ableist

Anti self diagnosis

Anti-vaxx/anti-mask

Are part of the following fandoms without at least acknowledging their or the creators problems:

Hetalia

Attack on titan

Dream/dreamsmp

Im aware that DNIs dont really work, mostly I just have one so people know where I stand on things. Please send me an ask or dm if you think i should add something to the info/dni! Also let me know if i ever follow or reblog from someone in my dni.

If you ever need me to tag something, send me an ask or dm and i will gladly do it. Anon is on!

Other info/navigation

I mostly reblog posts, but my oc posts are tagged #not a reblog. Posts where I talk are tagged with #star talks, and posts where I talk in the tags are tagged #tag talks. Asks are tagged #got an ask. Posts that are not queued are tagged #not q. I also tag any art that is reblogged on main with #art. On the rare occasion i post or reblog something about/featuring a ship, its tagged #not to be shippy on main but. All of my posts are fine to reblog unless i tag them with #dont reblog.

Other things i try to tag: anything that tells you ar asks you to reblog a post (even posts that are like "reblog to give the person you reblogged from [x]" as: #reblog bait, #rb bait, #reblog bait tw, #rb bait tw. Long posts: #long post, #long post tw, and occasionally #long post cw, hospital and medical imagery as: #hospital imagery tw, #medical imagery tw, death mentions, animal death mentions, graphic gore or graphic descriptions of violence etc., eyestrain and flashing gifs, graphic or semi-graphic depictuons of abuse, animal harm, severe racism and transphobia etc.

**that list is not extensive and sometimes I forget to tag stuff.

@starwolfreblogsart is my sideblog where I reblog art and stuff

I have other sideblogs but they're not listed cause I'm never active on any of em anymore lmao

This post will be edited as the dni changes/new info is added

[smilemoreimagines]

something tragic about you (Geralt x reader)

Chapter 2

word count: 1,647

tw: physical abuse, canon-typical violence

note: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who read the first part and reblogged or liked!  I’m working on this in between college assignments so I’ll probably have the night part up in a few days :)  I hope you enjoy!

You heard a song about a Witcher not too long ago.  Someone passing through had some drink and sang it in the tavern; for weeks it was all anyone would hum or sing under their breaths.  You can’t help but think that this must be the same Witcher: one that helps people in need when monsters are afoot.  Maybe he would do the same for a half-elf.  But then again, maybe not.  Maybe the song is an exaggeration, as so many are.  You gather your shawl tighter around you against the chill of dusk and survey where you are.  It’s not far from where you were attacked.  You suppose he must have carried you far enough that you could not see the carcass, or the earth darkened by your blood.  You know how to get back from here.

You return to looking at the Witcher, who is still looking at you.

“Am I well enough to walk back to town?”

“It would be better if you didn’t, but you’d make it without passing out, at least.”

That is good enough.  You stand, albeit unsteadily, and it seems the Witcher might rise to help you but doesn’t.  Looking down at him seated on the ground you say, “Thank you.  For keeping me alive.  You didn’t have to, and not many would… so… thank you.”

He nods, and you walk away through the trees until you no longer feel his gaze, then pause and take in a steadying breath.  You do not want to return, you are on the verge of panicking, but where else would you go?  You didn’t want the Witcher to know this, did not want him to feel any further obligation to you.  You have always only had yourself, and it will still be enough, even though you have had a taste of being helped.  It has to still be enough.

You enter through the front door, hoping that the presence of customers will deter Lyden from killing you, and there are many customers to bear witness, but when you see the expression of the girl who’s taken your place as barmaid you are not so hopeful anymore.  

And when you see his face, you think the floor will not only be sticky from beer.  You see red.

He crosses the room in four long strides and before you can say anything in your defense he strikes your face, sending you sprawling with the force of it.  You drop your shawl and you know the moment he realizes that you are wearing nothing but a man’s shirt.

“You thought you could run away, did you?  That a man would take the presence of you for more than a night, she-elf?  Look at yourself,” he spits out, circling you, the room holding back with baited breath.  You recognize most of the faces watching you, silently beg for one of them to stop him, but most look rather pleased with what is happening to you. 

“You have gained nothing.  You are nothing.  You have been lucky to have me employ you.  Who else on the continent would?”  He rears back a foot and without thinking you block your face with your arms.  You howl when his boot connects with your wound, and upon seeing the bandage he grabs your wrist, tearing the cloth away, fresh blood weeping down your arm from the torn stitches, the skin once again pulling apart.

“And you come back as damaged goods!  I ought to put you out on the street where my father found you.  I ought to put you out of your misery.  But you will make a good enough whore.”

There are whistles and boos, the stomping of feet, Lyden circling you slowly.  You hang your head.  This is the only place you have ever known.  What would you do on your own?  What place on this great continent would allow a half-elf to live among the regular people?  You see yourself sitting in the dirt, starving, being kicked in the streets by passersby. 

A woman shouts down the stairs interrupting your downward spiral, making herself heard over the ruckus, making the rough hands tugging at your shirt and pulling through your hair pause.  She calls, “Do you not have enough whores, Lyden?  Do we not drag enough coin out of men’s sacks for you?”

It is the girl who rooms next to you, and she looks right in your eyes, says only to you, “Would you rather be bedded or be homeless?”

You know which you would choose.  You have been able to imagine the latter, at least.  The former you have not allowed yourself to dwell on.

Lyden raises his arms wide, laughs, “It doesn’t matter what the thing wants.  I say she will be a whore, and so it shall be.”

But you do not accept that.  If towns are treacherous for elves then you will learn to live in the woods, learn to scavenge and hunt and steal, if need be.  You drag yourself to your feet and a hush comes over the room.

“I will be no one’s whore,” you say through gritted teeth, and without thinking through the next moment you snatch a dinner knife from the nearest table and plunge it into Lyden’s throat.

The room erupts.  You pull the knife out and blood spurts and someone screams, high and shrill.  He gurgles as he falls to his knees.

There are hands on your arms, arms around your waist, dragging you away from Lyden where he kneels, one hand uselessly covering the wound, his eyes steady on yours, until there’s the front door banging open, a flash of steel, the Witcher tipping Lyden forward with the point of his sword.

Everyone stills again, the hands on you tightening to the point that you wince.

“Get your hands off her.”

And just like that you are released.  

“Hello, Witcher,” you say.  What a ridiculous thing to do, to greet him right now.  You are shaking.  He steps towards you and takes your wrist, prying the bloody knife away and dropping it with a clatter.  You flinch.

“Go pack your things,” he says, “I will wait here.”  You go numbly, people parting for you.  When you are up the stairs and at your door you turn around, to the woman who defended you, tell her that you don’t have any bag to put your clothes in.  You wonder why you told her that; she is not a friend.  But she nods and goes into her room and brings you her own bag.  It takes but a minute to pull on a pair of trousers, even less to gather everything you own.

When you go back downstairs the Witcher is drinking down a tankard of ale.  Everyone has moved as far from the table he stands at as possible in the crowded room.  You have never heard the tavern so silent at this time of night.  He puts down the emptied cup and follows you to the door, picking up your shawl from where you dropped it.  

He wraps it around you once you are outside, where it has begun to snow.  You tip your face up to the sky and drink in the moonglow.  The last time you looked at its light marked the end of life as you have known it.  Even with your own blood still dripping down your arm, with Lyden’s drying on your hands, you can’t help but smile.

With a deep breath you come back into your body and fasten your own heavy winter cloak over your shoulders, drawing the hood up.  The Witcher has watched this, waiting patiently for you.

“I thought you said you would not stop me from returning,” you say, thinking aloud.  He steps toward you in the steadily falling snow, flakes catching in his eyelashes.  He holds out a hand and you give him your arm to re-bind.

“I said I wouldn’t stop you if it was what you needed to do.  But it wasn’t.  I was coming to get you when I heard what he was… threatening you with.  I’m glad you killed him yourself.  You did well.”  He takes a step back, then turns and starts walking.  You pull the strap of the bag up onto your shoulder.

“I left Roach a village over,” he informs you --though you have no idea who Roach is-- and adds, “It’s a full day’s walk.  Don’t expect much, it’s a smaller town than this.”

You want to tell him your hopes are not too high, but that would be a lie.  He may not realize it, but he is giving you the world.  

So instead you say, “Thank you, Witcher.”

After a moment he glances over his shoulder and gently corrects you.  “Geralt.  My name is Geralt.”

You return the favor with your name.  He hmms.

You walk through much of the night, until finally you have to tell Geralt that you need to sleep once you start dozing on your feet.  He is leading you through the woods, and had been quite far ahead --though he’d pause every so often to make sure you could still see him-- and now he waits for you to catch up.  His lips twitch up the slightest bit when he sees your eyelids drooping.

“Is this a good enough spot for the night, little elf?”

You glance around at the ground, say, “I’ve spent the night on worse patches of land,” and let your bag drop.  You follow in its wake, melting down onto the forest floor, not minding the snow.

“Good night, Geralt.”  Grass tickles your cheek, and you hear him settle next to you.  The thought of him staying there puts you at ease.

“Sleep well, (y/n).”

You can’t help but think about what you will do when he leaves you, and then you are asleep, dreaming of the sadness of the inevitable.

[bisexual-sylveon]

Tw// vent, death threats, suicide bait, harassment, pedophilia, fandom discourse

Small vent here cuz honestly it's kind of a better format and the last thing I want to come off as is passive aggressive. After seeing a screencap of this text post I've been thinking about it and wanna add my two cents without getting possibly dogpiled on the og post on twt.

Proshipping is not all about lolicon. It's not even all about problematic fiction. I don't even LIKE lolicon, but I do dislike the folks who claim to be on the same side who are only here to defend that specific thing. It is, at least for me, being fed the fuck up with this culture we built on moral purity and policing what we do in fiction when it hurts NO ONE.

Proship is antiharassment. That's it, antiharassment, profiction, anticensorship, prominding-your-own-damn-business.

It is about the death and rape threats artists get sent over an 'incestuous' ship who aren't related. It is about mass report campaigns and calls to employers over false reports of predators. It is about the deactivating account with several thousand followers who English isn't even their first language getting dms from 13 year-olds parroting right-wing rhetoric dressed up in rainbows suicidebaiting them. It is about the predators with large platforms loudly decrying 'fictional cp' and 'problematic fiction' and then be revealed to be harming real people, especially real children. It is about the knowledge that censorship is not a precision tool. It is a sledgehammer, and if one thing you deem reprehensible is banned, several you love will be as well. That it will swing towards marginalized creators first.

And the real kicker is we are not asking people to pick sides between anti and proship. I'm still not really sure I wanna label myself with that due to all the unpacking I have to do around the connotations I had with the term. All we are asking is for you to denounce the hatred and harassment brewing in these spaces, to call people out when they engage in smear campaigns over two anime boys kissing. That is ALL. That is the BARE MINIMUM. But I understand just why it is terrifying, because people will be so vile over this. But things will not get better if we all just sit here scared of the climate we made.

I had an anti phase leading up until about 20ish. I also secretly consumed problematic content, eventually I got tired of the charade and just casually fazed such arguments from my reblogs. I never harassed anyone, I seemed to have missed the curve on that. I simply passively reblogged the rhetoric on my dash absorbing repackaged terf sewage about 'fetishization', 'romantization', 'normalization'. About 'absorbing media critically' which yes, a good media consumer does view what they consume with at least a molecule of critical thinking skills. That's basics.

But consider something: if your argument sounds like a religious pta moms against video games bitch saying gta causes violence. Reconsider why it sounds like that and why you are so scared of what people do with characters that do not even exist.