#confession

[melodyofalba]

don’t call me a good girl i’ll take off my clothes

[therianconfessionsblog]

sometimes i feel 'not valid' enough of a therian- for tiktok/youtube spaces *and* tumblr spaces. like, too weird for tiktok, but too 'normal' for tumblr.

ill make a simple comment about being a physical nonhuman, and a 10 year old will be diagnosing me with lycanthropy. (no hate to lycanthropes/zooanthropes, im just not one.)

but i read through posts on tumblr, and so many are about intense species dysphoria, vivid shifts and beings' many kintype. but i dont experience any of that. i experience occasional social species dysphoria, ive never shifted once (despite my attempts to force one) and i only have the one animal kintype (which isnt even a specific breed or colour, which again, makes me feel slightly invalid.)

its so isolating.

(i dont mean to imply i have it worse than others, but it does hurt.)

🐾

[ringsofpowerconfessions]

"I know everyone's hoping for a shirtless Sauron Ring forging scene, and I am too, but you know what would really make me go crazy? Sauron singing. Song magic is big in Tolkien, especially with the Ainur. And Charlie is a musician. Mcpayne, give us Sauron singing the Ring Chant in Black Speech, pleeeease!"

[miniscapes333]

What makes your FS obsessed with your body? (18+)

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Disclaimer: The images featured are not mine. All credit and rights belong to their original creators. PILE 1

There’s something about your body that haunts them it’s beyond attraction, beyond just physical desire. It’s the way you carry yourself, the sheer confidence in every movement, like you know the power you hold over them, and you use it well. The curves, the softness, the way your skin feels under their touch it’s intoxicating. They can’t get enough of tracing the lines of your body, committing every dip and rise to memory, their fingertips lingering like they never want to forget. And it’s not just your body itself it’s the way you move it, the way you tease without even meaning to, the way you stretch, the way your lips part when you’re lost in thought. It drives them mad in the best possible way.

But it’s more than just the visual it’s the way you react to them. That little gasp when they grip your waist, the shiver when their lips graze over your skin, the way you melt just right when they hold you close. They are obsessed with the way your body responds, with how easily you give in to pleasure. The way your breath hitches at the right touch, the way your fingers clutch at them like you don’t want them to stop. It’s a fire they never want to put out, a craving they don’t think they’ll ever satisfy. They love earning your pleasure, love knowing that every sound, every arch, every desperate pull is because of them. And the way your body fits with theirs? Perfect. Like you were made just for them.

And after? When the heat settles and the urgency turns to something softer, they’re still obsessed. The way you glow, the way your body hums with satisfaction, the way you lay there tempting even in your stillness. They could spend hours just watching you, tracing lazy patterns over your skin, admiring every inch of you. They want to worship you, not just in the heat of the moment but long after, in the way they touch you absentmindedly, in the way they pull you closer even in sleep. To them, you’re everything the pleasure, the addiction, the obsession they don’t ever want to let go of. And honestly? They never will.

PILE 2

There’s something about you that keeps them on edge a slow, burning obsession that simmers just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment. It’s the way you hold yourself, the quiet confidence, the air of mystery wrapped around you like silk. You don’t give everything away so easily, and that’s what kills them the most. The tease of it. The way you make them earn every touch, every glance, every little reaction. You know what you’re doing. It’s in the way you stretch, the way you lean in just so, the way you let their gaze wander over you like you know they want to devour you whole. And they do. It’s in the way their fingers twitch at their sides, aching to grab, to feel, to possess. The restraint makes it unbearable, but it also makes you unforgettable.

They’re obsessed with the way you feel beneath them, the way you move when you finally let go. Because as much as you play at being untouchable, the moment you surrender to pleasure? It’s intoxicating. The contrast between the control you carry in the world and the way you break for them behind closed doors it sends them spiraling. They worship your body, the curves, the strength, the softness in all the right places. They take their time with you, tracing the dips of your spine, gripping your hips with a possessiveness that borders on reverence. They want to mark you, to leave reminders of just how deeply they crave you, to make sure you feel their obsession with every lingering kiss, every slow drag of their lips over your skin. You turn them into something primal, something dangerous. And they love it.

But it’s not just about the way you look or how you feel it’s the power you have over them, and the fact that you know it. The way you meet their gaze, unshaken, knowing exactly what they want, knowing that you could deny them just to watch them unravel. It’s maddening, it’s exhilarating, and it keeps them coming back for more, needing more. You haunt their thoughts, their dreams, the space between reality and fantasy. They could have you a thousand times over, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Because you don’t just exist in their arms you consume them. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

PILE 3

There’s something about you that leaves them breathless. It’s not just the way your body moves, the way your skin glows under dim light it’s the way you carry yourself, the confidence that drips from your every step. You have this untouchable aura, something ethereal yet dangerously enticing. They watch you with a hunger that borders on desperation, the kind that makes them restless, aching, starving to touch, to taste, to claim. You’re their forbidden fruit, a temptation so sweet it almost feels unfair. And the more they reach for you, the more you slip just out of grasp, teasing them with a glance, a smirk, the subtle way you stretch, knowing how their eyes trail every movement. It drives them insane.

And when they do have you? Oh, they hate how weak you make them feel. The way your body molds so perfectly against theirs, how effortlessly you make them lose control. You play them like a game, a delicate balance between surrender and dominance, and they’re obsessed with the way you unravel them. They think they’re in charge until you tilt your head, whisper something in that wickedly soft voice, or let your nails drag slow and deliberate down their back. They want to pin you down, to prove they’re the one with the power but the truth? They belong to you. Every inch of their body, every thought, every craving. Even when they leave, your touch lingers like a ghost, like an ache that won’t fade, like an addiction they don’t want to break.

But what truly obsesses them? It’s not just the physical it’s how you make them feel. You strip them bare in more ways than one. No matter how smooth they are, how much charm they wear like armor, you see through them. You make them yearn, make them beg, make them question if they’ll ever be satisfied even if they have you a thousand times over. And yet, you always leave them wanting more, just a little more just enough to remind them that they could never, ever get enough of you. And that? That’s what keeps them up at night, keeps their hands restless, keeps them coming back for you only you.

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[mychemfessions]

the salutes and dictatory stuff recently makes me uncomfortable as fuck

fascism is supposed to make you uncomfortable yes

[super-hero-confessions]

[eltingvilleclubconfession]

i feel like if the club were girls at least a few of them would be fujoshi

[herebutbarely44]

you know the fucking tma brain rot is DEEP when my first thought seeing this was, oh this reminds me of a fic I read recently, and the fucking fic is almost completely unrelated doorkeay....

Also the art is awesome lol

(fic is how the lights stain your eyes, by curiouscorvid (prometheanTactician) btw, it's really fucking good made me cry lol)

I think Tumblr confessed first after the DDOS attack on AO3. Cause that's when they realized they were terrified of losing AO3, and how much AO3 meant to them.....

Could be yaoi, could be yuri, is probably neither or both. Whatever dynamic these guys have, I'm vibing with it.

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

You know which character we mischaracterize? Bill

Like, he isn't this uwu 👉👈 trying his best dad who's a little silly at times, but he's a not so good father who says hurtful things while trying to reconnect with his teenage daughter, and he isn't nice

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[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: need more toriel content where she laughs like a witch and smiles at the worst times. like when you betray her and kill her

[dreamsinreverse]

I crave intimacy; but I have no one to share it with.

[ringsofpowerconfessions]

"Charlie Vickers is still sporting a beard, and they've started filming... Halbrand is back? I hope he is, because I miss that look."

[boingfessions]

[mychemfessions]

i really think illi mcmillin was a very healthy breath of fresh air for the fandom for a period of time, but i fear that's become toxic, too. i think she was a great thing for us to focus on and enjoy together but now shes become another thing to argue about (youre portraying her wrong, illi mcmillin is the prop guy, etc) and it makes me real sad. i just stay in my safe little corner with my moots but i wish the fandom was less toxic and more happy, i think thats what the members of mcr would want

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[keerblogs]

PEACHHHHHHHHH

blog runner confession-

MAPs. multi animator projects. like the ones you see in warrior cats. i want those. we dont rlly have those as a fandom but we have a lot of talented animators. can we get some pls