#don’t rblg

[icomefromthemountains]

Having an ex childhood friend from an extremely codependent friendship that lasted for 16 years where the hatred is very much one sided is just I hate you I have to reinvent myself every time I think of you sometimes you’re in my dreams you make me nauseous i still wear the necklace you gave me when we were kids I hate you I miss you do you ever think of me I saw your mom on the bike trail and she didn’t recognize me do you remember when we wanted to get married when we were 8 years old i hate you I’m sorry your childhood dog died your birthday is July 2nd you’re a Cancer everything i enjoy can be traced back to you somehow I hate you why are you always the first person to view my Snapchat stories how did you find my Instagram after all these years you gave me the name that I use for all my social media do you recognize it i hate you I have to get rid of everything that reminds me of you or whatever is eating me from the inside is going to get out but I cannot bring myself to block you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you

[okwonyo]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD, 或 𓈒𓈒 when you pout.

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HEESEUNG

listen, he is only a man. a simple and weak man. so, it's natural that his pulsations and desires are often too strong to be controlled.

it would be ten times stronger when it comes to you.

so, yes, when he sees your lips curling into a tiny pout and a slight frown appearing on your face when your boyfriend is not giving you enough attention for your liking— he coos. how could he not?

“are you pouting, baby?” he would ask, hands cupping your face while you roll your eyes at the evident and sincere fondness in his eyes. because, of course, he would love that.

then, he would pull you in a hug that you would not even respond to: your arms like glued under your chest. he would not give up, though, quite the opposite.

his arms would tighten around you, rocking you both side to side before pulling away slightly and affirming, “my attention is all yours now, alright?”

(and okay, maybe you would break a smile at that.)

JAY

you would always get your way.

at least, with that is for sure. he would not be scared to admit that, there is no reason for him to be scared, anyway. it is not like he would ever put up a fight.

which is the exact reason why he would end up in a sanrio shop at ten in the morning despite the fact that you both want out to get bread, for breakfast, in the first place.

(you opted for croissants instead— he supplied.)

he would find himself tilted his head down so you could put a badtz-maru hairpin in his hair— because he, too, is a rockstar. now, the ‘he’ in question being your lover or the animated penguin is up to interpretation

you would touch the hairpin of you favorite character on your hair, where he carefully put it.

“can we match?” you would ask, and before he can even consider, the deadly cute pout plus eyelashes batting combo would pop up. his breath would hitch.

his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your mouth, gaze getting softer and fonder although he didn’t think that was possible. “of course, my heart” he would respond while planting a kiss on your head.

JAKE

it might sound a bit over-dramatic or referred to as ‘overreacting’ but he would—and these would be his own words—he would feel his chest closing on itself and his vision getting blurry and his breath getting fainter and his brain aching and maybe he would be right.

his puppy eyes staring at you, kicked puppy expression written all over his face as you blatantly ignore his presence as a whole.

this would be so unfair. because your lips would look so cute and read to be kissed senseless. alas, you would always turn your head away from his kisses every time he tries.

he would whine, “come on,” even plead, “please, at least kiss me.” silence, “i feel like i’m dy—”

the connection of your mouths would send him in an instant daze. sweet lips of yours moving on his stopping him from saying something dumb—and annoyingly cute. his favorite genre.

although you go back to pouting, this kiss you shared will shut him up for a while. you both got what you wanted.

SUNGHOON

“listen,” he would say softly yet—trying to be—firm. “i know you really want to but i don’t think it is…”

when he turns his head to look at you, his words would get stuck in is throat, his chest heaving when your gaze falls into his.

and it is not like he would not try to continue but his mind would erase all his memories. head suddenly full of different plans of your wide eyes and pouty lips in multiple sizes.

as if you would be playing some weird psychological trick on him— he would suddenly nod, slowly, surely drinking the message you are trying to communicate with him.

“i-i mean,“ he would whisper. “we can totally do that,” heat would rise to his cheeks when he would see you smile. “and whatever you would like.“

(and a few kisses, of course.)

SUNOO

would be the starting this whole pouting and sulking mess— but he would soon realize he had started a competition he can’t win.

“are you—are you really sulking, right now?” you would ask him, snort to be completely honest. and after a while of poking his cheeks and being welcomed by silence you would leave.

this man would miss you as soon as you leave. because, even if he would be sulking, there is really no point in doing so if you are not watching him. plus, he wants you to be with him anyway.

so, he would follow you three seconds after you leave.

then when he sees you being the one with jutted lips, his boyfriend instincts would immediately take over his sulking nature.

he would stumble on a few things on his way to you, and when he finally has his hands on you, he holds tight, “okay, okay,” he would say as he pulls you closer. kissing your cheek. “i’m sorry, please don’t sulk.”

JUNGWON

your first mistake would be thinking that he would do anything as close as leaving you alone if you would dare start to pout.

he would shamelessly take that as an invitation and would kiss your pout away. “i’m sorry,” he would declare after getting a taste of it.

he would stare at you with a mocking frown for a while. waiting for you to say or do something. but you wouldn’t, because you would like it.

he would kiss you again. soft and loving. “i love you,” he would declare. with confident eyes and a steady voice. like a prince determined to get his princess back, sort of.

your voice would crack when you immediately say back, “no,” because of the smile trying to break on your face— he would take that as a win.

“i love you,” he would press, against your lips

and your teeth would collide as you would both smile so widely.

RIKI

would love to tease you. it would be a sort of love language, if you like to put it that way. one of many, because he has a lot of love for you inside of his chest and cannot help but show it in every way possible.

therefore, yes, he can be much of a tease sometimes. but, thus, only if you know that he doesn’t mean any of it.

he would always get worried when you pout for too long. when you don’t speak anymore and, just, sit there with a frown.

he would come sit next to you, close, so you know be is still there. “i’m sorry,” he would say with a serious face and tone. worry forming in his chest and reflecting in his eyes.

his heart would lighten when you chuckle in disbelief, “no worries,” you would nudge his shoulder like those teenage girls trying to flirt. “i was just messing with you.”

and he would groan in relief before falling onto your laps, and getting a apologetic kiss.

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[earthtooz]

x : SAY YES TO ME :*+ﾟ

in which: itoshi rin tastes like grape soju, temptation, and adoration, all in one.

warnings: -16 DNI, 2k words, gn!reader, jealous!rin, ANGST but with happy ending, making out, alcohol, reader and rin are in their 20s, party setting, slightly toxic dynamic but it's bc rin's emotionally constipated, swearing.

a/n: thank u @scarahearts for sitting with me through this abomination from 0 to 2000, i started at midnight <33 it is now... we don't speak abt it. don't be like me. anyways, rblgs appreciated and enjoy!!

itoshi rin is seething.

standing in the corner of the dingy, overrated house party, rin overlooks the partygoers with an expression of distaste whilst nursing a bottle of grape soju. it’s hot, he’s sweaty, and all rin wants to do is leave- but he can’t, because you’re here. 

but you’re talking to some random who should be him, and what’s worse is that said random is far too close to you for his liking.

rin can sense their underlying motivations. knows that because of how they’re looking at you, they want you all to themselves. knows that the way they run their hand through their hair is an attempt of trying to lure you in. knows that the many unnecessary, fleeting touches was to hint towards turning this into something more- rin doesn’t even want to think about it.

“hey, rin!” a voice yells from beside him, bypassing the thumping music. isagi materialises beside him, red solo cup in hand. “are you enjoying the party?”

“fuck off, isagi,” the dark-haired murmurs harshly, not even sparing his fellow soccer player a glance. isagi, who was about to refute rin with a confused exclamation, shuts his mouth and notices the intensity of rin’s glare. 

following his gaze leads to where you stand and through the wild strobe and disco lights, isagi spots your figure and someone else beside you- someone he doesn’t know. putting two and two together (his specialty), isagi works out whatever is wrong with rin rather quickly.

“when will you say something about your feelings for y/n?” he asks. 

rin pretends not to hear him because he wishes he didn’t.

“you’re a fucking idiot, rin, you know that?” 

“what.”

isagi hides his smile of amusement, biting the inside of his cheek. “i said it. are you seriously going to stand here and be miserable over someone talking to y/n when you’ve had so many chances?”

“what are you talking about, dumbass.”

“sure. call me the dumbass, at least i don’t pretend like i don’t care about someone i like.”

rin finally breaks his gaze from you, whipping his head to look at isagi with an offended glare. “huh?”

“you heard me. what are you scared of?” 

the younger out of the two pauses, staring emotionlessly at isagi before scoffing, taking a quick sip from the bottle in his hand and wiping the corner of his lips. “you wouldn’t get it.”

“get what? y/n is into you too, you have made out before on several occasions, so what are you so scared of?” 

rin is silent once again as his thoughts diverge to you- to everything about you that rin has committed to memory and his heart stutters at the mere intervention. even now, in the most pathetic party he’s ever attended, he can’t help but want you.

in fact, here he wants you even more, but isagi doesn’t need to know that.

“leave me alone, fuckhead.”

isagi frowns, knowing that this conversation was not going to go anywhere. if rin is immovable when sober, then it’ll be impossible to change his mind drunk.

“fine,” he huffs. “don’t cry to me about it when y/n finds someone else when that could have been you.”

his words hit a nerve and rin almost drops the bottle in his hands. the dark-haired awakens with a sudden urgency that was previously dormant, suddenly overcome with fear and dread at the idea that isagi has planted within his head.

stupid isagi. fuck that piece of shit. rin hopes he trips and twists his ankle so-

“rin?”

you’re looking at him, and fuck, suddenly he’s away from the corner and standing right in front of you and he doesn’t know what to do. the random looks at him with a repulsive look, clearly unhappy with the sudden intervention, however, there’s no time to think about them when you’re right in front of him, looking at him so concerned and curious.

you’re so gorgeous, it’s unfair. 

“what’s the matter?” you ask. rin hears you over the reverberating bass, it’s easy to when all he’s thinking about is you.

“got a problem?” the stranger parrots, puffing out their chest like some peacock. rin thinks they look stupid.

glancing back at you, he simply mutters a ‘need you’ that you don’t even hear, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of your seat. apart from a few sputters of surprise, there’s no complaint or resistance as he expertly navigates through the halls as if it were his property.

weaving past dozens of partygoers, your mind races in synchronisation with the wild beating of your heart; the only thing grounding you to reality was the firmness of rin’s grip.

when he, somehow, finds an empty hallway that’s secluded from where the majority of people are, he turns around to give you a frazzled look that is swimming with determination. 

then, his hands grab your face to pull you in. 

all of a sudden, his lips are on yours and all you know is him, him, him. rin is moving like he’s done this before- because he has. he has traced the expanse of your body and lips several times before in scenarios just like this, kissing you breathless with dizzying passion and unparalleled desire. he tastes like grape soju and your greatest mistake. 

it’s easy to melt into him, especially when he’s slotting himself against you so perfectly with one hand holding the back of your head and the other on your hip as he carefully leads you backwards. your back hits the cold wall, shielded by his hands, and the hiss of surprise you let out is inhaled by him.

recovering quickly, your arms snake up to wrap around his neck, eliminating any space between the two of you to mould yourselves into one- even if it was just for the night. 

rin parts, heavy pants fanning on your skin as he proceeds to trail kisses along your jawline. he presses his lips so tenderly against your vulnerable skin, a stark contrast to the burning fervour of his previous kiss. 

you wonder when you will stop falling victim to his siren call. 

this was the first time he’s ‘spoken’ to you since you walked in to the party, having ignored your smile and wave of greeting from across the room despite very clearly meeting your eyes. the soccer player in your arms even had the gall to turn around and walk away as if you were some nobody, retreating into the kitchen. his indifference stings and yet, whenever he pulls a stunt like this, you welcome it every time.

when will you finally be able to push him away?

noticing the way you’ve stilled in his grasp, rin pauses and takes his head out of your neck, looking up at you.

“what’s the matter?” he breathes, voice quiet and raspy. 

you push at his shoulder lightly and he loosens his hold, just a little. “we shouldn’t do this,” you murmur, avoiding his teal eyes. 

he flinches like your words burned him. no- you shouldn’t give yourself too much credit, you could never have that much impact on itoshi rin, not like the one he’s had on you.

readjusting yourself, you try to gently coax yourself out of his hold.

“what do you mean?” he questions.

you can’t breathe under the pressure that rin naturally exudes, coupled with the uncontrollable and uncomfortable racing of your heart, it’s almost impossible to breathe. “i mean,” you continue, “that i can’t do this. not with you, not tonight.” 

the dark-haired blinks once, twice, thrice, suddenly filled with a bout of sadness looking at your dejected stance. “y/n?”

“i can’t do this,” you echo, slowly, but surely, distancing yourself away from rin; from the man who has claimed your heart almost a year ago, from the man who has made you feel magical and unreal and disheartened and defeated, all at the same time.

“i like you too much for this to just continue on every time,” you ramble, running a hand down your face. “i can’t be used like this anymore. you know how i feel about you, rin, i know you do, and yet you do this every time.” your voice cracks. “so i’d appreciate it if you just left me alone.”

somehow, rin finds his arms empty and you’re now walking away, back turned to him and hunched, as if protecting your heart from further destruction at his hands. seeing you so uncharacteristically fragile and unlike the you he knows is a punch to the stomach, and the idea of breaking you makes him feel even worse. 

“wait- y/n, please,” he calls, catching up with a few, effortless strides. the soccer player reaches for your shoulder only to have you brush him off. “where are you going?”

you don’t answer.

“what do you mean ‘this’, what do i do every time?”

you turn around to face him. “you go from caring about me to ignoring me to then pulling stunts like this- i’m sick of it, itoshi!” your tone is accusatory and angry. rin gulps. “then you make me question whether or not you like me too, sometimes it feels like you do, then other times it feels like i’m the least important person to you in the world- what is up with that? i’ve had enough!”

the soccer player opens his mouth, hesitating, before shutting it again, unclenching his jaw and fists.

“i do like you,” the dark-haired murmurs after a moment of collecting his thoughts. he feels awkward; so out of place with confronting his emotions and problems like this. “i don’t want anyone but you.” 

rin’s voice wavers towards the end of his sentence. with the harsh house lights illuminating all of him, he feels even more exposed under your gaze. 

you cross your arms. “sure doesn’t feel like it.” 

he’s silent and it’s devastating how impassive he is, especially in the aftermath of your little outburst.

“whatever,” you huff. “i’m going home.”

“wait- don’t go,” rin pleads, voice echoing around the halls and he cringes at the deafening silence that follows. “i’m sorry. i’ve been… selfish.”

your eyes widen slightly. rin? apologising? acknowledging his faults? 

he recalls seeing you with the stranger and all the fury he felt during that moment. what right did he have to simply grab you and pull you with him? what right did he have to drag you away like you were his? “i shouldn’t- i shouldn’t have- i’m sorry, i had no right to do what i did, you’re not mine, but i want you- i really do and-”

“-then why aren’t you acting on it? you know how i feel yet nothing happens- why won’t you say yes to me?”

tentatively and hesitantly, rin takes a few steps towards you, opening his arms. you fall right into him, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace and the scent of his cologne. 

you sigh. “i’m tired, rin.”

“i know, i’m sorry,” he rubs circles on your back. tests his luck by pressing a chaste kiss to your head. “another chance. don’t give up on me yet. please.” he whispers the last word as if it were a delicate promise- as if one wrong move could break you.

“i won’t.” you take your head out of his chest, looking at him with glossy eyes. “but this is definitely the last chance.”

“okay.”

“can you kiss me. please?” 

a small smile dances along rin’s expression and he nods before slowly leaning down, giving you enough time to push him away if you so pleased, but you don’t. instead, you let him press his lips against yours once more.

this time, it’s more gentle and slow. he tastes like love and hope with a dash of grape soju.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[darlingamour]

ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ◞ ̫ ◟ ྀྀི꒱ᐣ　𓈒　　⁺⠀ saccharine reluctance. day 3 of @eskeys event + gift 4 @frillara⠀𓈒✚ ┈⠀⠀🍁 𝒢　 ˚　　⌒⌒　no kin/me/id unless iris.

⌣⌣　　⪩　  ー　rblg + cred if using ┄　♫ᵎ　🍓𖨂　don't use as a base, don't use as inspo, don’t take layers/folders, no reuploads, don’t use on dark skin. only works on blue/pink/red chara’s….

[theartshift]

I’m pretending to like this since It took like 2 hours.

Ahhhh yes. That’s. Spade.. the dialtown oc. But a fleshhead

rblgs > likes even if I don’t like it as much

[worldsfromhoney]

Ficlet Masterlist

Each ficlet has its respective warnings so pay heed to them!! I aint responsible if you don’t know how to spot the big red warnings 👁️👄👁️

Gen All The Way

Tar dan Elif

High fantasy. An assassin goes about an assignment. It’s their favourite one yet

tints, tones, tests

Punk. The occupant of a room sees two worlds in one and makes a choice

pristine clean

Magic realism. The cleaner of souls heeds the call. The body’s in a forest

this winter we played

Medieval. A statue shows up in town. It’s not as cold or unmovable as they think

Ornaments Along the Parapet

Modern. She decides to go to the old railroad bridge

counting on

Historical. This child gets candy. The price? Freedom

…and so on!

Queer platonic

The Crowning Jewel

Cyberpunk. The rebels go and rob critical information. They get more than they expected

Lines of Power

High Fantasy. An undead necromancer goes for a sleepover at a witch’s house. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Throw Thy Pride

Modern. After being imprisoned, a government agent comes back home. It doesn’t mean he comes back whole

Not Like This

Urban Fantasy. A chicken humanoid gets a scare and the farmhand is there for comfort. It’s not as easy as it sounds

S.A.D.

Modern. One day, the tattoo shop remains closed and its florist neighbour needs answers. It’s somehow what they expected and not at all

Tears For You

Medieval. The knight sees the servant when they start crying. It is on their honour that they help stem the tears

Let Me

Xianxia. A master healer’s junior comes back to the sect. It doesn’t mean they came back whole

A Home With You

Modern Dæmon AU. Local tour guide approaches seemingly lost tourist. They get more than they expect

When in Rome

Steampunk. You come upon a stranger being dismantled and torn apart. You stay and witness.

…and so on!

Gay Gay Gay

what use are labels (with you)?

Modern. A chase between a hero and a villain. To what end will they reach?

With My Heart and Soul

Historical. The best bachelor in Roma’s looking for something. He finds it in a house he’s too familiar with

He Who Tends, He Who Mends

Medieval. A knight comes home from war. He finally gets taken care of

This Godly Taste

Historical Fantasy. Playing a game with a god never ends up well. Not even if you’re the pharaoh

Jewels of Mine

Historical. In the eyes of God, love is not a sin. In this case, it is and he cannot stop wavering

My Dear Thief

High Fantasy. A thief just wants to start a new life, free from the past. But everyone dreams and so does he

Vivre Notre Amour

Historical. A revolutionary sneaks into the bedroom of one of the most protected nobles in France. They talk as they always do

…and so on!

Series Ish

Welcome to My Channel

Urban Fantasy. You go through your coming of age ceremony. You wonder how anyone gets through adulthood like this

PART ONE

FINALE

To Fall and Fall to Rise

Urban Fantasy. After years of freedom, Val’s mother calls for him. What else is he to do but come?

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

Imposter Syndrome

Urban Sci-Fantasy. Del’s mother is dying and it’s time he claims the thing he wants most—or the person

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

…and so on!

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[home-of-the-fae]

Hello 🍃🤍🍃🤍🍃

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My name is Alinette, I’m a faekin alter from the Void ocean system!

Fae/faekin/faeself

Visit our systems main tumblr here: @thevoidoceansystem

Please don’t interact if you are pro contact, pro noncon! That’s all I ask, antis are free to interact with this blog, just be nice!

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[floweredhusbands]

a very universal statement tbh

why are these husbands like that? don’t worry about it

why is jimmy bandaged up? don’t worry about it

scott? don’t worry about it

why is tango here? don’t worry about it

is ⭐️ anon planning a murder? don’t worry about it

why were there a bunch of rblgs involving wanting wings? don’t worry about it

There are answers to most of these (I cannot answer the ⭐️ anon thing) but the question is would the followers want to know the “answers” or figure it out themselves? This blog, like the series it’s based after, is open to interpretation

[icomefromthemountains]

Moodboard for when your childhood best friend for 16 years, who ghosted you in high school (you went to different high schools) and who last you saw her, gave you a $50 gift card to target at your grad party, and whom you have blocked on Instagram (but forgot) and have a ton of angry betrayed feelings about suddenly follows you on Instagram from her Art account and is clearly doing much better at life than you

[anne-the-historian-ish]

'*•.¸♡ Name is Anne (안네), she/her, 20 yo.  ♡¸.•*'

Brazilian (portuguese is my first language and i will use it sometimes here, if you are br dm me to chat sometime!) and Bisexual, Witch in the making (still studying ~ the craft ~).

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Side blogs:

۪۫ੈ♡‧₊˚ Witchcarft:@anne-the-witch-ish

ੈ♡‧₊˚ Korean learning:@anne-the-student-ish

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I love writing and crochet and getting into all the fanodms (collecting those like pokemon cards)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Favorite books: The handmaid's tale by Margaret Attwod; Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen; and some monster fucker one i can't share here because

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Favorite movies/documentaries: The mario bros movie (yes the cartoon fight me); the 2005 pride and prejudice; the first twilight movie (cringe culture is dead);don't fuck with cats; woman at war;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Interests: History (especially fashion history), language learning (especially Korean and french), lost media and 90's to early 2000 internet, internet aesthetics (yes i might be clinically online); crochet and embroidery; dark academia and cute shite (sanraio &lt;3)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥major fandoms: MCYT (technoblade and Brazilian QSMP especially); redacted audio; the Stanley parable; the sims; halo; assassin's creed; bioshock (RIP will miss you bestie😭) THT; (slowly crawling into the twiling and the least of us fandoms)

✴︎Terfs ARE NOT WELCOME HERE; Bigots ARE NOT WELCOME HERE✴︎. I'm all fun and games until your actions harm people irl. Don't like what i post? block me because i will block any terf and bigot in sight. Also, if you are part of the very specific "mystical" crowd that don't believe in vaccines, i live in your walls and i will find you (allegedly).

As my old fixed said (sorry don't remeber where i rblg this from):

Just a reminder my blog is trans inclusive. It’s bi inclusive. It is pan inclusive. It is intersex inclusive. It is ace/asexual inclusive. It is aro/aromantic inclusive. It is queer inclusive. I don’t support terfs or exclusionists. If you came here looking for an ally in your bigotry you came to the wrong blog. Go away. You are not welcome here.

(TW:FLASHING)Now a bunch onf blinks cuz i love them:

[hisuian-history-makers]

Post-Masterlist

General Stuff

Things to consider when making Self-inserted/Reincarnated OCs

You made a deal with Death to avoid processing being dead (snip)

You move into an apartment and fix up issues, the neighbors are supernatural creatures (snip)

You had been chosen and trained to save the princess in your first life. This is the sixth. (snip)

The Emotion-Reading Pen (attempt at poem)

Kingdom Hearts - What if a Nobody was separated from its Heart for several years? (What if?/Theory.)

Sonic Forces: The Phantom Ruby Affect (HC)

Ideas for Dimension-Hopping/Traveling OCs

Jocelyn “Joy” Brewer DH!Elytra Wearing (OC)

The Owl House—Post-Series Finale HCs.

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Pokémon Goodbye Ash and Pikachu

SV SI-OC Carmen, plus my playthrough so far.

Legends SI!Caitlin: Befriending Hisuian Zorua and Zoroark, Gyarados and Magikarp, Notices on Galaxy Hall Bulletin Board (snip), Space-Time Distortions items plus curious Uxie (snip)

Legends SI!Mackenzie: Progress Report, Prep Training Session for Kleavor (snip)

Rockruff and Lycanroc Thoughts

Pokemon Aren’t Pets (Ft Askjourneysgang)

Charicific Valley Flop (Ft Alolanrain)

Egg Moves, Inherit vs Taught

PMD: Why don’t Humans freak out more?

PMD: Team Meanies, The “Rival” Team

Pokemon Journeys, Represents Us + Future

Anime-Tapu Fini’s Mist (Ft Alolanrain)

Frostbitten + Drowsy = Frozen and Asleep

Battle Etiquette, Aka Don’t Crush the Rookies

Surveyshipping Hypocrite Prof Laventon

Past Lives Theory—SV Spoilers

“Can I borrow all three?” Sky-faller Rei (snip)

Random General Poké-World Headcanons

Ash going to Paldea’s academy (ft alolarain)

Questioning Pokemon Worldbuilding.

SV Post-Hisui’d Protag and Rivals Headcanons (ft bitchapalooza)

PMD RT Hero HCs: Stumble, Not Strut

Kyurem’s Reluctant Acceptance

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Digimon

Digidestined vs Hackers/Sleuths Digimon limit

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Danny Phantom

Ghost King!Danny Meets Giratina

Danny vs Booster Gold, Twitter Feud

Valeria thinks Sam is a Witch

Guaranteed Delivery Pizza Boy in DC (rblg)

Infi-Map to Anywhere, Anywhen, and... Anywho (Original Drabble.)

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DC

Damien and Danny are stuck in Pokemon (Ft im-totally-not-an-alien-2)

Connor/Kon El/Superboy names (Ft batposts)

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Marvel

Spider-Man screws w/Nick Fury via time-travel

A café waitress lifts up Mjølnir in front of Thor

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Undertale

Determined until the end, and from the start?

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Hello Puppets!

The Puppets’ Initials

Where’d Riley get a Bone Saw?

The Owen Connection

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Murder Drones

Oddly-themed Dream

Uzi mistaken for Murder Drone by J, V & N (ft healthy-orch1ds) + Anon Ask

The Pine Tree Lab (rblg projectanomaly)

One Day Till Ep 4 + Theory

Post-Episode Four Theories/Discussion

Theory: Is Copper 9, Saturn’s moon Titan?

Cyn-ful — Ep 5 Promo Thoughts

MD Post-Ep 5 Thoughts and Speculation

Nurse Stain (OC) Pt. 01

Murder Drones Finale Thoughts.

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9 (2009)

Were humans paranoid enough to survive?

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Nimona (2023)

Random Headcanons

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Poppy Playtime

Red Smoke tests brain activity and nerves?

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Indigo Park

Salem the Skunk (Theory and Headcanons)

Casual Casualty AU (Idea) Pt2

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Cult of the Lamb

A conversation between a new and old player.

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The Amazing World of Gumball

The Joy Infection AU idea.

[belthefox]

A plain text version of this post is below the end of the post for those who use screen readers!

Table of Contents: About Me | DNI | Profile Picture Credit | Pronoun Page | Tag Explanations

Fox Facts (an introduction post)

Name: Bel or Lyn. Use either, please alternate them if able.

Pronouns: kit/kits or spark/sparks please!!

Identities:

- Gender identities: I am xenogender, specifically kingender. I also have a self-coined micro label called Violet-lightingenic.

- Attraction identities: I am aroflux, greysexual, and pansexual.

- Kin identities: I am red-foxkin, more specifically a purple fox with white wings and spiky, electrified fur. It is sometimes organic (so, an actual fox) and sometimes mechanical.

I am disabled. I use a cane, forearm crutches, and am an ambulatory wheelchair user. I have POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), hEDS (hypermobile-Elhers Danlos Syndrome), AMPS (Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome), hip dysplasia in both hips, and Spina Bifida Occulta.

I am neurodivergent. I have ADHD and suspected ASD. Please use tone tags or some other tone clarifier when communicating with me.

DNI INFO

Do not interact if you…

Are an exclusionist, radqueer, don’t support “contradictory” labels (mspec lesbians, etc), or are anti-mogai/neopronouns and any other good-faith identities

Don’t support otherkin or therians

Are solely a kink blog/only post NSFW content (I have absolutely nothing against kink, I simply am a minor and don’t want solely kink blogs interacting. Keep enjoying yourself in whatever way you like so long as it’s consensual for all parties involved!)

Support DDLG/ABDL or any other age regression kink

Are a bigot of any kind (including in no particular order ableists, homo/transphobes, racists, etc)

I reserve the right to request you do not interact for any reason I see fit.

~ Links ~

Profile Picture Credit

Pronoun Page

~ Tag List ~

• #resources for verbal shutdown - for when I’m in verbal shutdown and need help communicating

• #fox yips - text posts

• #fox rblgs - reblogs

• #fox finds - reblogs of just cool stuff i find while digging around this site.

Start of Plain Text/Post Translation:

Table of Contents: About Me | Do Not Interact Criteria | Profile Picture Credit | Pronoun Page

Fox Facts (An introduction Post)

• Name: Bel or Lyn. Use either, please alternate them if able.

• Pronouns: kit/kits or spark/sparks please!!

• Identities:

- Gender identities: I am xeno-gender, specifically kin-gender. I also have a self-coined micro label called Violet lighting genic.

- Attraction identities: I am aromantic-flux, grey-asexual, and pan-sexual.

- Kin identities: I am red-fox-kin, more specifically a purple fox with white wings and spiky, electrified fur. It is sometimes organic (so, an actual fox) and sometimes mechanical.

• I am disabled. I use a cane, forearm crutches, and am an ambulatory wheelchair user. I have POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), hEDS (hypermobile-Elhers Danlos Syndrome), AMPS (Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome), hip dysplasia in both hips, and Spina Bifida Occulta.

• I am neurodivergent. I have ADHD and suspected ASD. Please use tone tags or some other tone clarifier when communicating with me.

Do Not Interact Information

Do Not Interact if you:

1) Are an exclusionist, radqueer, don’t support “contradictory” labels (mspec lesbians, etc), or are anti-mogai/neopronouns and any other good-faith identities

2) Don’t support other-kin or therians

3) Are solely a kink blog/only post NSFW content (I have absolutely nothing against kink, I simply am a minor and don’t want solely kink blogs interacting. Keep enjoying yourself in whatever way you like so long as it’s consensual for all parties involved!)

4) Support DDLG/ABDL or any other age regression kink

5) Are a bigot of any kind (including in no particular order ableists, homo/transphobes, racists, etc)

I reserve the right to request you do not interact for any reason I see fit.

Links:

Profile Picture Credit

Pronoun Page /End list

Tag List:

#resources for verbal shutdown - for when I’m in verbal shutdown and need help communicating

#fox yips - text posts

#fox rblgs - reblog posts

#fox finds - reblogs of just cool stuff I find while digging around this site.

[okwonyo]

THE LOOK OF LOVE, 或 𓈒𓈒 the moment they knew.

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 1OOO fluff angst if you squint established relationship ── kissing skinship crying not proofread ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀i hope this will make you all feel loved and appreciated ! ^^

rblgs♥︎fdbcks & C𝑙𝑖CK

HEESEUNG

it would hit him without any sort of warning, right there in the guts, with no aftercare. 

would have taken you to a dinner during a rather cool summer night. the restaurant would be delicious, the conversations would be enthusiastic and smooth, you would hold onto his arm as you would  both walk side to side.

the breeze would make you end up on a beach. 

the visual of the waves coming back to their original form, the beautiful sight of the sun going back to sleep, the birds flying above your head would be nothing compared to you.

and lister, he is just a man. a weak, simple, rational man who wouldn’t be able to contain his heart at the sight of his woman looking so beautiful. and it would be stupid, as if he was seeing you for the first time. 

it would be love, just simple, dizzying love. 

JAY

when the beginnings of sunlight would peek through the gaps in the blinds, casting thin golden ribbons over the bed to frame your form and his. when his eyes would flutter open and your warmth welcoming him would be the first thing he feels.

when, despite being tired, the thought of getting up and cooking breakfast for the both of you alone would make his fatigue disappear. when his fingers would stroke a hair strand of your sleepyself behind your ear.

when he would smile to himself the entire time he cooks, just because: wow, he woke up next to you! isn’t that enough?

especially when you would hug him from behind as a greeting and rest your cheek on his back. would say it, immediately, raw and sincere, with his lips against your forehead. 

JAKE

you would laugh at one of his very stupid jokes once and he would fall in love with you immediately.

he would feel the literal sensation of falling and falling and falling without any chance of landing.

your laugh would ring like a dulcet lullaby, the electricity that would run through his whole body when you hit his shoulder and tell him to ‘please, shut up’ would be the object of all his dreams.

it would be like his heart would start to get tighter and tiger, a knot would form in his throat with all the words he would wish to say.

would grip onto his shirt, the side where his most important organ is. the blood would rush to it so quickly. ‘i love you, i love you, i love you’ it would scream.

SUNGHOON

the only thing that could ever bring him to his knees, would be you. and everything that comes from you as well.

so, yes, when he would come back home to a thin, invisible, melancholic hue in the air of the shared home you both made for each other and tears escaping from your eyes, he would crumble.

 as hard as he can, would try to make them stop. by cupping your face and wiping them off your face sweetly, by asking you what is wrong with tears starting to form in his eyes, by holding your hands tightly. 

would not even have time to feel the realization or hear the words he just spoke. with his knees on the floor as he brings your knuckles to his forehead, “i love you,” he would croak, “please don’t cry,”

and it would make you cry even more. 

SUNOO

there would be a fondness in his eyes whenever he sees or, even just, thinks about you that would be far too obvious to ever deny.

it would always be obvious, to everyone around the two of you— except to the two of you— that there was always love. no matter how young your relationship was, it was always there.

maybe the realization should come at a more significant and amazing moment. like your first date or the time you watched the fireworks together. but it would be significant, to him, and it is all that matters. 

“sunoo,” you would tease, dragging the sound of the double letters at the end of his name. you would bring your hands around your mouth so the sound would be louder, “wah~ you are so pretty, so cute,”

the attempt of making him flustered while he films himself would succeed. and when he would rewatch the video a while after, the moment where he would tell himself ‘she is lucky i am in love with her’ would be obvious.

(as much as the ‘wait, what?’)

JUNWGON

“are you still mad?” he would ask in a soft whisper after you pushed his hand away and took his tie into your own hands. his fingertips would softly touch your upper arms.

you would not even look up at him when responding, “i am not mad,” and he would get a bit sad, as he should. you would look at him with a look in your eyes and smile he would want to kiss away, “you are just very annoying.”

he would hum, watching your fingers work on the tissue around his neck. your gaze would focus on it fully and he would start to feel a bit neglected, craving for your eyes on him again. his, however, would fall on your lips. 

he would slowly lean in. a smirk would draw on his face when you tilt your chin up. your lips would brush and then you would tighten the tie around his neck, making him almost choke.

you would give him a grin after patting his chest. his head would fall back when you leave the room and he would bite his lower lip, “god, i love her so much,”

RIKI

would only realize saying it and hearing you saying it back. a little bit silly, right?

it is just that, loving you would come to him as naturally as breathing. 

from the very first time he met you, love would already be in his stomach. it would already be growing roots of roses, stems would wrap around his beating heart and they would only wait to finally bloom. 

the roses would bloom on a quiet night. a sleepover where you would both sit on the enormous sofa and he would still manage to find a way to corner you between armchairs and his body. 

he would be playing with your fingers, having you trapped in his arms, “i love you,” he would breathe out. 

you would look at him with a smile before saying, “i love you too.”

ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.

[ahatomizuta]

ded [strangers] / jo [friends|other ded] | it/they/he/xe/any | adult | fictive

[icon credit | header credit]

original posts i rblg:

splatoon: [ded | commander | octo expansion | agents: [3 | 4 | 8] | and more]

aes: [places [metro | kamabo] | machine | software | stim]

misc: [happy | silly | health]

potentially blacklist/warn: [second person | upsetting | suggestion | nsft]

i don’t follow frm this acc

posts on queue mostly sry if i mass rb from you

(i get excited (i see art) (it makes me feel things) (i shuffle queue often to reduce notif spam on people i mass rb from)

more incoming edits . . . frequently

[christaline]

I follow a few fashion blogs and one of them is like “if u criticize any of the fashion be prepared to defend it or i will block u” and I’m like. Ok weirdo. What if i think the design is shallow and lame. I dont have any other defense. It’s lame. It’s ugly. It’s oke if YOU personally like it but like why r u going to bat for the designer lol. Idk which blog it is but I generally dont rblg stuff and say anything negative in the tags but i want to sooosososo bad bc this particular collection is so lame and the designer’s reasoning for it is so shallow that I can’t…believe ppl r buying into it but also since i don’t remember which blog it is I don’t wanna risk being blocked bc i lvoe fashion so I guess I’ll vague post abt whoever the fuck it was lol

[lynthropy]

Lynx. it/she prns , therian on a spiritual(?) level - british (eng only please!) — minor as of 2024

I’d like my account to remain somewhat organised, so here are the tags you’ll most likely see.

# lynx , # marwari , # {animal}

Self explanatory - i like animals, and i’ll probably blog / reblog theriotype photos

# rblg , # seethis

Used for reblogs, reposts, etc - introducing new posts

# theme , # meowdboard , # style

Moodboards, theme-related posts, theme updates posts, etc.

This is subject to updates

[ Please Read until the end! DNI / BYF are at the bottom ]

Hi! I’m Lynx, and i’m newish to tumblr.

I thought i’d post an introduction of sorts to make sure people know who they’d be interacting with.

I’m fine to interact with individuals who are 15+, but of course anyone who doesn’t want to interact (such as those who are 18+), feel free to block or click away - whatever makes you feel most comfortable:)

Quick warning/to disclose - i have autism and anxiety, and that can and probably will impact how i interact with others online. it’s not intentional so please be patient with me, and if i cause issues please let me know!

I prefer the terms therian and/or nonhuman to be used on myself. I awakened as a therian somewhere in 2022, and i’m approaching the 2 year ‘anniversary’ of that i believe.

My theriotypes as far as i’m aware are a type of lynx (i don’t think specifics are needed / i don’t know), and marwari horses. I believe these identities to stem from a spiritual point, but i’m looking into whether they may be influenced by neurodivergence, trauma, or other causes.

I personally believe myself to be an animal in a ‘human vessel’ if that makes sense - i’m not sure whether that classifies me as a physical therian(or if physical therians and spiritual therians can even overlap), but i think it’s nice information to put out there. Maybe someone can relate.

I originally came from the tiktok community of therians after discovering it was a little hectic. I came to tumblr seeking my own little corner of the internet where i can freely share about my experiences and maybe make some friends. However, i will admit my knowledge of therianthropy may be limited because of my current experience on the topic - which was mainly masks, quadrobics, and shifting. i’d really like to learn more about therianthropy and myself.

Please use tone tags when you believe your tone to be hard to read! I am a little hard to converse with sometimes online due to my inability to read tone in some sentences, and tone indicators make it far easier

General summary of this post to those who don’t want to read / the important bits:

DNI: Nsfw / kink accounts (personal preference, as i’m a minor!), antifurry / antitherian / antiotherkin / etc, dream / gnf / wilbur supporters or fans, homophobes, racists, zionists, proship / proship “bait”, the standard problematic groups of people, anti xenopronouns/neopronouns

BYF: I’m neurodivergent - aka I may struggle with communication online, I am a MINOR(restating for emphasis, if you interact I expect you to know I’m under 18!), if i get uncomfortable i will block - i prioritise my safety and comfort online

This is kind of a hot mess so I will reorganise it eventually !!