#blog: open to mutuals

[reallyrandomtj]

Consider this BLOG 'taken over' by ARGENTI.

For how long? Until he runs out of compliments ~

LIKING and/or commenting on this post gives ARGENTI permission to send your muse a 'compliment' via an ask!

This is open to both non-mutuals and mutuals. WHY? Because Argenti doesn't compliment others based upon friendship with an individual but the BEAUTY he sees within that person/creature.

However, a non-mutual interacting with this post MUST be an active rper ( preferably with a muse from Honkai Star Rail ) if Argenti - or the mun, me - doesn't know the character then interacting with this post will be seen as permission to send a private IM to chat about the 'unknown' character. Argenti doesn't leave anyone out ~

Final note: Asks that are answered, the muns will receive a private message to determine if the response is made into a rp thread. There is absolutely ZERO Pressure to turn it into a thread; this man is just full of compliments and wishes to at least 'brighten' someone's day!

Who is 'brave' enough to receive a compliment from THIS Knight of Beauty?

[iinkandiivy]

love talking big talk about wanting horny mutuals and shamelessly freaky asks but in reality, the second someone actually indulges me? and responds to my horny bullshit with even hornier, filthier bullshit? brain empty. gone.

cause what do i do? i don’t know what to sayyy :( and it takes me forever to think of anything because i want to say the right things but i have the hardest time trying to conjure anything coherent. my brain malfunctions and i can’t very well respond with “aishdjisjsb”

[musette22]

there have been some posts and comments floating around lately about the stucky fandom sadly being dead now and it keeps making me think of all those posts on twitter of people lamenting the unfortunate demise of tumblr

meanwhile my dash:

[fictionalaffection]

to define is to limit

[staticbluue]

Camouflage

I just realized I never posted this!! I’ve gotten better at drawing her face since then but this still looks pretty good. I like to imagine that this is a photo taken by Margaret. . .

Honestly the best part about switching from medibang to krita for my illustrations and getting all those nice textures is that things like the dirt on the wall are really easy to draw LOL. Eventually I want to switch commissions over to krita too, but my process is still more streamlined in medibang so it stays the same for now.

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[melancholygal]

Intro

Abigail ♡ 19 ♡ Infp

I 🩷: Jesus, pink,calico critters, Mazzy star, sailor moon, beach house, Illit, Edger Allen Poe, little women, Stardew valley, poetry, journaling, Star Wars, Twice, fawns, lady bird, fluttershy, red velvet, nana, jhene aiko,

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

BFYI !! : 16+ mutuals, I have a boyfriend and I do not want ANY male mutuals/friends

DNI !! : men (literally none…), nsfw, gore, pro ana/ed/sh, overly political

Mutuals !! -> X Instagram Pinterest letterboxd TikTok

My second account -> @melancholygalpoetry

♡ Melancholy club

[reallyrandomtj]

Who is brave enough to let Kafka be a little bit of a menace?

"Knock Knock ~ Anybody home?"

You have until the count of THREE before Kafka takes the 'silence' as permission to be a 'little bit' cheeky to your muses.

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

*Tap mic*

Yes, it is I - your poor little Dollya

As some of you may have known already because of my constant whining and bickering for the past few days, my original blog was flagged and I'm trying to appeal. Things seem to not be on my side, though, so I figured a new blog is a must.

I won't delete the og blog, there are too many things going on over there and I simply can not. All my contributions to the DoL fandom, my AU and asks and stuffs,... have all been hidden away from the tags.

Not gonna lie I was terribly discouraged and couldn't pick up a pen to draw or do anything for several days. Terrible, just simply terrible, to look at the ask box or that stupid default avatar icon... But, well, you know, it is what it is, no point just weeping around so might as well make a new place to post stuffs!

This is a sub-blog with the same email address as the flagged one, I think I would still use the same tags as the original flagged blog: Dollya art, Dollya ask,... and I won't repost my higher interaction posts here either, that's just bitter.

I will post more "community-friendly" kinds of stuff here, so spicier asks or requests oughta go to the original blog' ask box... I don't really know, I guess things will kinda fall into the right places after some time... What do you call it? Settle down?

Anyway, I'll try to be positive. After all, the Pandora box was opened, so if I don't hold onto the tiny hope left behind, I will have nothing.

Let's just hope for the best.

[hiphoppitychopshop]

A knightformers animatic of starscream, because he is beautiful gorgeous. He’s talking about sky fire in the beninging and megatron at the end- also knightformers belongs to @archie-sunshine SO PLEASE follow him if you haven’t already!

[anghraine]

ngl, I honestly find it kind of hilarious to envision Bones as happily and healthily poly, and Kirk and Spock as (at heart) the most obnoxiously monogamous people on the face of the galaxy who are just repressed in very different ways and unhinged:

Bones realizing he's not the absolute central core of his beloved's emotional life: cool, the absolute central core of my emotional life is Medicine, but there's room in my heart for lots of other things and people too. Natira and I are both like this and we have a clearly worded understanding, it's awesome, we're planning a fourth honeymoon and I already got the detour authorized by Starfleet ahead of time, my friends don't really get it but signed off anyway

Kirk or Spock thinking they're not the absolute central core of one another's emotional life: I know Jim has been brainwashed by the neural neutralizer but wHY IS HE KISSING THAT WOMAN / this is gonna be painful on multiple levels but I will do and say literally anything to break Spock free from this smug spore cultist and get him to come home to me I mean the Enterprise / after steeping in envy for days my program has concluded Edith Keeler must die. uh. sorry I guess. unrelatedly I think you should take shore leave on Vulcan with me / I hate all AI computers but especially the one that Spock thought was kind of cool for a little while, I've gotta extra logic this one to death / oh looks like Rayna's circuits fried ... unfortunate ... better also wipe her from Jim's memory just to be sure / I need you I need you I need you

[wafflclaws]

"Just ask to be mutuals." Uhm, no. I will just reblog and like their posts until they notice me, thanks though.

[ghastitycage]

Haven’t posted in forever hi guys!!!! :333

(reblogs very much appreciated)

[marie098887]

"We Could've Been."

Requested.

you were always his favorite, but someone else got there first.

Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu 📝 Requests: OPEN

You were best friends. Close enough that everyone thought it was only a matter of time. You thought so too. But you never confessed.

And eventually, he stopped waiting.

So when someone else asked him out, he said yes, not because he loved her, but because at least she asked.

Now he’s taken. And you're still in his life, acting like nothing’s changed.

👑 Barou Shoei

He thought ignoring it would make it go away. It didn’t.

He kept things simple. He didn’t do drama. Didn’t chase. Didn’t ask questions he didn’t want the answer to.

So when people asked about you, why you two were so close, why he let you steal his fries or touch his hair or call him names no one else dared to, he brushed it off.

“She’s just my friend,” he’d say. Even though she wasn’t just anything.

But you never said anything either. So he kept his mouth shut. Convinced himself it didn’t matter. That if something was meant to happen, it would.

Then someone else asked him out.

He hesitated for one second. Just one.

But you were standing there. Right behind her. Not saying a word. Not even looking at him.

So he said yes.

Now it’s been a few weeks. And everything feels off.

You stopped walking home with him. You sit on the other side of the table during lunch. You talk to other guys now , not in a flirtatious way, just… not him.

And it messes with his head.

He tells himself it’s fine. That this is what he asked for. That he has a girlfriend now, and she’s perfectly nice and perfectly into him.

But she’s not you.

And no matter how much she tries to pull him in, no matter how many texts or dates or kisses she gives, it never feels right.

One day, she asks, “Did something happen between you and Y/N?”

He doesn’t look at her when he answers.

“No.”

But his jaw’s tight. His fists clenched.

Because something did happen. He let you go. Without ever giving you the chance to stay.

Now he sees you in the hallway, laughing, soft, easy, and it guts him.

Because you used to be that way with him.

And if he could go back and do it differently, he would. He’d stop hiding. He’d tell you. He’d wait longer. He’d fight harder.

But he didn’t. And now he watches you walk right past him like he’s just another guy.

Like he never could’ve been more.

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🍊 Yukimiya Kenyu

He thought if he looked fine, he’d feel fine. But he didn’t.

Yukimiya has always been in control.

Of his grades. His future. His appearance. His emotions.

Especially his emotions.

You were one of the only people who ever made him feel without thinking. One of the few who saw him when he wasn’t perfectly put together. And maybe that scared him more than he’d admit.

So when another girl asked him out, someone sweet, steady, easy to impress, he said yes.

You were there when it happened. Just a few feet away. You didn’t say anything.

And that silence? That was all he needed to hear.

Now he’s sitting next to someone who likes him a lot. She compliments his clothes. Sends good morning texts. Holds his hand like it means something.

But when he’s walking down the hall, it’s you he looks for. And when he gets a message from you, even if it’s short, even if it’s nothing, his chest tightens in that awful, familiar way.

Because you’re slipping away from him. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But slowly. Like a tide pulling back.

You stopped making jokes about his hair. You don’t tug at his sleeve during class anymore. You sit two rows behind him now. Quiet. Still there, but not with him.

He notices.

And the more he notices, the harder it is to pretend he doesn’t care.

“Is there something going on with you and Y/N?” his girlfriend asks, carefully, while they sit at lunch.

He exhales through his nose. Doesn’t answer for a while.

Finally, he says, “There used to be.”

And that’s the truth.

There used to be something, something raw and real and terrifying. And now it’s gone.

And no matter how many people want him, no matter how flawless he looks on the outside, He’s never felt more unsure.

Because the one person who made him forget about appearances?

Stopped looking at him altogether.

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💚 Aiku Oliver

He thought you’d always be there. Until you weren’t.

He never had to chase anyone.

Not with the way he looked. Not with the way he talked. He was used to getting what he wanted, attention, admiration, affection.

And you? You were his best friend. The exception. You kept him grounded. Called him out. Rolled your eyes when he was being extra and knew exactly when to pull him back to earth.

He liked that. He liked you.

But he never said anything. Didn’t want to ruin what you had. Didn’t want to lose his safe place.

So when another girl asked him out, flirty, bold, everything he usually ate up, he said yes.

You were right there. You heard the whole thing. You didn’t say a word.

He smirked like it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Because now you’re distant. Slower to laugh. No longer teasing him about his ego or leaning on his shoulder between classes. You smile less. Text less. Avoid eye contact.

And yeah… it’s driving him insane.

He tries to joke about it. Tries to pull you back with charm. But it doesn’t work like it used to. You’re slipping.

And he’s realizing, too late, that he never wanted the girl who asked, he wanted the one who didn’t.

His girlfriend starts to notice. “You’re always watching her,” she says, arms crossed. “You’re not even subtle.”

He runs a hand through his hair. Shrugs. “I didn’t think I had to be.”

But the truth is? He never thought he’d have to fight for you. He assumed you’d always be there.

Now you walk past him in the hallway, barely glancing up.

And for the first time in his life, Aiku’s stuck watching someone walk away with nothing clever left to say.

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🐼 Gagamaru Gin

He didn’t say much. But he felt everything.

You were easy to be around.

You didn’t force conversation. You never asked him to be louder than he was. You just understood him, and that was enough. That’s why he kept you close.

And maybe he didn’t say it, but he thought you knew. The way he always waited for you after class, the way he carried your bag when you forgot it, the way he always sat facing you, it meant something.

But you never brought it up. Never crossed the line. And neither did he.

Then someone else did.

She was bright. Bold. Loud enough to fill every gap in the room. She asked him out with all her friends watching, said she liked his quiet vibe.

You were nearby. Close enough to hear. You didn’t look at him. So he said yes.

And that should’ve been it. He thought things would stay the same.

But they didn’t.

You stopped hanging around. Your messages dried up. You gave short answers when he spoke, looked past him in the halls, said “I’m busy” when he asked if you were coming to the arcade.

And now?

He’s sitting at lunch next to a girl who talks nonstop, laughing at things he doesn’t find funny, while you sit three tables away, earbuds in and head turned.

His girlfriend notices.

“You’re always so quiet around me,” she says, not unkindly. “But you used to laugh more with her.”

He looks down. Doesn’t respond.

Because she’s right. You were his soft place. And now that you’re gone, he doesn’t know where to put all the things he never said.

And worst of all?

He doesn’t know how to get you back.

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🤍 Otoya Eita

He thought he could have both. Until you stopped playing along.

He flirted with everyone. That was just Otoya. It didn’t mean anything, unless it was with you.

You were different. His favorite. The one person who flirted back and called him out when he was being too much. You grounded him. Made him laugh for real. Gave him attention without feeding his ego.

He loved that. He loved you.

But he never said it.

He figured you knew. Figured it didn’t need to be said. So when another girl asked him out, pretty, popular, all eyes on her, he said yes.

He didn’t even look in your direction.

But the next day? Everything shifted.

You didn’t roll your eyes at his dumb jokes anymore. You didn’t tease him in the hallway or sit next to him during breaks. You stopped touching his arm. Stopped waiting for him after class.

And it hit him harder than he expected.

He kept up the act. Kept flirting. Kept smiling. But none of it landed right. Not when you weren’t there to roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

One afternoon, his girlfriend says, “You still talk about her more than you talk about me.”

He laughs it off, but inside?

He’s sinking.

He watches you from across the room. Headphones in. Reading something you’re clearly not paying attention to. And he wants to go over. Crack a joke. Get you to look at him again like you used to.

But he doesn’t. Because maybe he waited too long. Maybe he thought he was special enough to not need to try.

And now?

Now you smile at him like he’s just another boy who flirted too much and meant too little.

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💜 Karasu Tabito

He didn’t think it’d hit him this hard. But it did.

He was always teasing you.

It was his thing, playful insults, smug smirks, leaning too close just to watch you get flustered. Everyone thought he was just being Karasu. But you knew better.

And maybe that was the problem.

Because he never told you what it really meant, that he liked you. A lot more than he wanted to. So when someone else asked him out? He figured, why not.

She was sweet. Straightforward. Easy to be with. And you were standing right there. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.

He told himself that meant it was fine.

But after that, things changed. You stopped bantering back. Stopped rolling your eyes. Stopped pretending his dumb little jabs annoyed you.

You didn’t look at him like you used to.

And it started eating at him.

He saw you talking to other people. Smiling at someone else. Laughing in a way that used to belong to him.

And it pissed him off.

Not at you, at himself. Because he waited too long. Played it too cool. Thought the window would always be open.

Now it’s not.

“You don’t look at me the same anymore,” his girlfriend says one day, voice soft, like she’s already bracing for the answer.

He sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. Looks away.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “I know.”

Because every time he sees you across the hall, or catches your voice in a crowd, or hears someone else say your name, he thinks:

That should’ve been mine.

And then, so quiet he doesn’t mean to say it out loud

“...damn.”

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That's it for part 2! Sorry I have been gone these past 2 days have been a total bitch. I will be busy commoner so there may or may not be an upload <3

[babybunnisdiary]

☆Intro Post !!☆

Hi guys !! My name is Riri n it’s nice to meet ya’ll !!! This is my main blog dedicated to diary entries n silly reposts !! This is a safe space for everyone—unless you’re problematic (ㆀ˘･з･˘) I’m a bit quiet but please feel free to reach out and talk to me !!! I’m always looking for new friends/mutuals !! Born and raised in Mexico, I now live in the states(WA) !!! Silly gal who likes cute things, trying to keep an aesthetic blog but let’s see how long it stays organized… More about me below !!!

Riri’s Favs: bunnies, hamsters, puppies, pink n matcha green, strawberries, shopping, talking with friends, listening to all kinds of music, shojo anime/manga, fashion, otome games, bows n lace, jazz ans asl, napping, vkei, makeup, my babies(stuffed animals), coffee, making charms and trinkets, writing, horror games, composing music…blah blah… I like a lot of things !!

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[sunbleanchedcassie]

Hi babesssssss

HI YOUVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG HOW ARE YOU, this is for u btw: