#conversations with anons

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

omg 😭 I had the misfortune to know this, but in icebreaker the male interest hooks up with the protagonist in a gru costume?

I didn’t even read the book 😭 but tiktok wants me to keep up with tendencies, ig

Eh…who is gru? I don’t remember that? 😂

[animatedtext]

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

Dark Romance Prompts:

"I don't think it's smart to go with them." "Good thing I'm not asking for your opinion, then."

"I love you." "That's all? Darling, I would destroy the world for you if you asked, love doesn't begin to cover it."

"Stop! You're killing them!" "They hurt you, it's what they deserve."

"Should we be doing this? What if we get caught?" "I won't let that happen."

"I need you to be safe. Please be safe." "I'll be fine."

"I can't exist without you." "I'm sure you could." "I would cease to exist if you left."

"What are you doing? It's late." "I'm planning out our deaths."

"You mean everything to me." "I love you, too."

"How did you find me?" "I memorized the streets you frequent in case something like this happened."

"I want you to stay here, with me." "I..." "It would mean so much to me if you stayed."

"I don't want you to touch me!" "You'll get over that soon enough."

"You expect me to care about you when you kidnapped me? Go to hell!" "It was for your own good, it had to be done!"

"I keep thinking about it. The kiss, I mean." "Do you want to do it again?"

"Put the gun down, sweetheart. You don't even know how to shoot it." "I'm about to find out."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry. Please, talk to me."

"They're not a bad person! Just because they aren't a saint doesn't mean they're the devil!"

"I want to stay." "Do you mean that? You tried that last time, and it didn't end well." "I mean it."

"Who was that?" "Oh. A friend of mine." "Just a friend?"

"Isn't this wrong?" "What? Breaking the law? Depends on if you find it wrong. I don't."

"At least try to look like you're having fun." "With you? Fat chance."

i'm not a big reader in this genre, so i hope these are what you wanted, anon! it was fun to do <3

[flickering-nightfall]

I get the feeling NSH used to have much more flexible antenna and then did something really dumb and they were rendered the way they are today

I've seen some people with the headcanon that he wrecked, cut or removed his antennae! I'm leaning on my NSH just being made that way though. There are other iterators with similarly short antennae, or even no antennae at all.

He doesn't seem to be all too bothered by it in the end. Especially when it leads to opportunities like this...

[moldycigarette]

warnings: 🪦🕊️ DNE, angst, implied assault towards reader, use of y/n, afab, protective simon, talk of torture, talk of blood, fluff at the end, i’m sincerely sorry

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being married to simon has both perks and downsides. don’t get me wrong, simon is the exact opposite of “ghost” when he’s not at work and makes sure it stays that way, especially around you. he’s nurturing, funny, kind, loving, loyal, and puts you before himself even when you tell him not to.

sure, he can be a stubborn bastard sometimes but he knows how to make it up to you.

in the beginning of your relationship, it was difficult for him to open up, and understandably so given his past. he was cold and distant, sometimes to the point where you questioned if he even wanted to be with you. however, he made up for it. he became more relaxed with you, starting to accept more than just the occasional kiss on the cheek. he was hopelessly devoted to you and proved that to you every day, even if he wasn’t home. whether it was sending you cute texts or small gifts, you knew it was going to be okay as long as you had him.

so, as a loving wife expecting her husband to come home after months in dangerous situations, you expect simon to come home and greet you like he always does; soft kisses and tenderness that can only be shared between the two of you.

when you hear a knock on the door, you immediately jump up, ready to finally feel simon’s embrace. but, when you open the door, your stomach drops.

a large man in a hoodie and black balaclava, one you knew wasn’t simon’s, stands in front of you holding a gun to the center of your forehead. you freeze, not knowing whether to defend yourself or run.

“do as i say and put the bag over your head.” he grumbles. you comply, not wanting to make the situation worse.

everything goes dark after feeling a sharp knock to your head.

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you’re eyes slowly open, scanning the room with fear. you try to stand, only to find your arms and ankles tied to a metal chair.

the room is plain, only filled with you, a small overhead light, security cameras in each corner, and a bolted door directly across from you.

your head is aching, bruises surely littering across your face. where the hell are you? one moment, you’re waiting for your husband to come home and the next you wake up in a cold, dark room.

what time is it? has simon come home yet, only to find glass smashed and the door broken down with you nowhere in sight?

suddenly, the door opens with a loud creak echoing across the room. a man steps forward, his hands in his pockets with a gun sitting along his hip.

is this it? is this how you’re going to die?

“y/n riley.”

no. no no no, how does he know your name? what does he-

“you’re quite a pretty thing, ain’t ya’? ‘s a shame you married a bum like ghost,” he whispers, hand brushing your cheek.

you flinch away, glaring up at him with both anger and fear. “what do you want?” you ask.

the man chuckles, his monstrous laugh spreading like wildfire. “i want to know where the files are.”

what? what files?

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you spat.

“wow, for a girl so beautiful you sure have a bratty attitude. that’s gonna have to change.”

he brings his hand back, slapping you hard across your face while tears threaten to fall.

“i’m not telling you shit!”

a hand grasps around your throat, squeezing like a lemon on a hot summer day. you reach to claw his hands away but are met with rug burns on your wrists.

“if you keep this up, we’ll do a lot more than slap you” he says. when he finally let’s go of your throat after what feels like hours, you gasp and cough.

he begins to walk away, making some kind of signal to the guards surrounding the door. suddenly, a table of medical tool sits next to you.

fuck.

“no, no no no please i-” another slap stings your face before you can finish your sentence, the burning sensation spreading across your cheek.

a man picks up a scalpel in his gloved hand, holding your hand down with the other. “either tell us where the files are, or you’ll be cut into tiny pieces. your choice, doll,” a sinister smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you.

“please, i’m begging you! i don’t know what yo-” the scalpel swipes across your wrist in one swift motion, causing blood to seep onto the concrete floor. you scream, pain spreading to your chest as you feel a heavy weight on your throat.

the other guard wraps a metal wire around your neck, cutting into the soft flesh just enough to torture, but not kill.

you can’t breathe, sharp blades cutting along your body. punches land to your face, stinging sensations surrounding you until all you see is black.

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it’s been at least two days. you’ve become numb from the pain, burns littering your tired body from boiling water and a black eye that causes you unable to see.

where is simon?

he’ll come soon, right? he has to, there’s no way he could live without you in his life… right?

your mind flashes back to your wedding day, happy tears pouring from both of your faces while listening to the others vows. he promised to take care of you and protect you, no matter the cost.

so where is he?

your broken ribs ache with a growling stomach. you couldn’t deal with this anymore, when will it stop?

when will the men forcing themselves onto you and the burning stop? when will simon find you?

your head hangs low before shooting up from the sounds of gunshots. no, no no. they’re going to kill you.

the door slams open as you sob, salty tears stinging along your battered body.

“oh god, sweetheart.”

a familiar low voice rings across the room, bringing attention to your ears and causing you to shoot your head up. your sobs increase as you watch your husband run towards you before cradling your face in his hands.

“i’m sorry love, i’m so sorry,” he whispered.

gunshots continued ringing in the halls, screams filling your head. simon begins untying the ropes while speaking in quick bursts. you see tears flood his eyes as he looks at your body, naked, bruised, and scarred.

you jump into his arms, ignoring the pain you feel. you finally had simon, and that’s all you wanted.

you could care less about the snot and tears spreading across his tactical vest, he can always find another one.

“ghost! halls’ clear, helicopter landing in 5!” you hear a scottish voice speak over his radio.

everyone is here. everyone you care about is here to save you.

simon takes off his vest and shirt before putting it around you to cover you up, a spare pair of pants in the small bag behind him. he picks you up, hands under your knees and along your back. “‘s okay, sweetheart, i got ya’,” he whispers.

you grab tightly around his neck, fearing this is all a dream and he’ll fade away in a single moment. he runs towards an entrance as you hear a chopper sink onto a landing strip. blinding light burns your eyes from not seeing anything but unsettling darkness for god knows how long.

all you can cry is your husbands name before your head gets fuzzy and everything fades away.

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ok so i won’t lie i cried multiple times while writing this. it’s based off of a true story that happened to me when i was sold into a trafficking ring for three years and i thought channeling it into writing could be beneficial.

if you’re struggling in any way, just know that you matter and i’m always here for you. my messages and inbox are always open.

☻ jude

[shabbytigers]

friday night psa for all my americans:

polls have been on a knife edge: nerves are shot

there are some positive signs at the moment

you should provisionally buy into those signs

you might as well have hope. if you’re right, great! if you’re wrong, this weekend could be your last chance for relative peace for a while. the optimal strategy is to take advantage of it, lay in some joy if you can, at least build up a few extra hit points against the coming marathon boss fight

“let yourself feel hope” does Not mean “distract yourself from politics entirely” or “try to fake that there’s nothing to worry about.” if your weekend plans include phone banking or something else useful, please pursue them. if you don’t have it in you not to be on your phone all weekend, be on your damn phone all weekend without feeling guilty about it. all i’m saying is: when you see someone dooming between now and tuesday, take it with a grain of salt. when you see someone pointing out something good, or that might be good, don’t shoot them down. take the thought on board. let it pat your shoulder and offer you a cup of tea

[meoowwxx]

this made me realize that sakuino probably have the most outta pocket arguments.

like sakura feeling down one day having inner demons and ino wants to know but you know sakura is reserved and never wants to be a burden to anyone. so ino would be like "I will read your mind" and sakura is like "yeah like I'm not a pro at breaking your control and powerful genjutsu" and then they return to their 12 year old selves. or ino saying sakura is just strength and violence but secretly loves it that sakura can lift her up no problem.

they would have stupid arguments and then kiss it all away.

Damn, anon, you just made me doodle them! Ugh, they’d definitely be bickering nonstop, and Sakura would just kiss her to shut her up. I can totally see Sakura teasing her about gaining weight, which would annoy her enough to come up with some plan to make her jealous—only for it to backfire because Sakura’s got admirers all over the hospital or something

[clanborn]

you know whats a funny idea? a human baby that, through some circumstances, ends up being raised by warrior cats

ah, twopaw, the hairless, tailless, whiskerless kitten destined to save the clans

[bettertwin1]

Okay just being serious for a second,

To any minor on this site and minors who are our mutuals,

if you receive an anon or ask saying they are your secret admirer i'm actually begging you not to take it seriously or to let it get too far, infact just ignore it all together!

You do not know who is sending that ask, you do not know if they are genuinely meaning it platonically or romantically, they are a stranger and you shouldn't be taking their word for it! Do not entertain it! It's so dangerous!

Parasocial relationships are real, creeps can pretend to be minors, you can genuinely end up in a seriously dangerous relationship.

You do not know these people!

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

These are my favorite Hockey Romance books

Mile High-Liz Tomforde

Playing for keeps series -Becka Mack

Briar U series - Elle Kennedy

Off-campus series - Elle Kennedy

I have read the Off Campus series! And some of the Briar U (the one with Dean’s sister and the one with the girl called Brenna? Not really interested in the other characters 🫢)

But I will be checking out the two other series you mentioned! Are they spicy?🌶️

[havanillas]

I get that you were following official artworks for that (and hoyo is a colorist company) but drawing sugilite that gray is racist...? Where is his color

i went back to check and saw that not only is the skintone off but the colors for the bathrobe and obsidian's hair are not what i remember using

most likely suspect is my past self rushing the drawing because of sleep deprivation (the proportions aren't the best either looking at it now)

they're not severe errors but i was cross checking on different screens and it was a lot more noticeable on my phone so you may have the same case

[sadasspisces]

when my outfit is cute, i feel 10x better about myself lmfao 💘⚾️

[thisdayindnphistory]

guys i really think they’re just getting revenge on their fans rn. like all those years of SLOWLY inching towards a hard launch and now they’re millimeters away from it and it’s gonna stay like this for AWHILE. they WANT us to seem absolute batshit crazy to the rest of the world and they love it.

imagine their fans talking to normal people “oh have dan & phil said if they’re together or not yet?” “well no not really but here’s this 20 page long list of everything they’ve said/done recently that is basically saying they’re together” “….oh …. Haha….Ok then….”

[malenjoyer]

Good morning 🙏🏼

I want to thank everyone their support with reblogging my stuff over the years and reblogging some of the context of the situation.

Tumblr and Instagram is filled with the most supportive people I’ve ever had the chance of meeting. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have much support, not even from people I thought were close to me. It took me a year or two to be okay with being perceived again in fandoms. So I’m very grateful for everything.

I just wanted to post that I appreciate all of the asks and I’ve been reading all of them. I actually get anxious I’m spamming everyone too much so I probably won’t reply to everything. Please don’t feel pressured to support me financially, there’s is a free option on patreon to follow. I’ll post future project plans and occasional updates because I still love comics and I still love DC/Marvel. I do enjoy having people following along for my art/reading journey so I would always be okay with people just following for free. My brain is telling me this post is too long now so I will go 🙏🏼😭

[introspectivememories]

mister lewis hamilton, sir, how are you gonna go on live television and talk about about how your karting days were the best times of your career and still never say nico's name? not once but multiple times??? oh you mean the karting your did with your childhood best friend nico rosberg? that karting? the karting where you met him? the karting where your families became friends? the karting where you spent months in italy together? the pizza eating contests and torn up hotel rooms? the frosties? the unicycling? that karting???? "i'm over the divorce," says man who is soo not over the divorce.