#i still have no clue how tumblr works send help

[oz-tea]

this is my contribution to the hazbin hotel fandom

the guy of all time !!!!

(based off this img)

[dean-samw67]

Jill Valentine x f!reader smut fic please 😈

Scandal

Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader

(A/N: Hell yeah now we are talking! Jill Valentine, my love. I got my prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting here on tumblr! ALSO THIS IS A WLW POST IF MEN COME IN HERE AND BE CREEPY YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Prompt: “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”)

Words: 1929

How you got here? Not a single fucking clue. But you were in your office at work, tongue practically down Jill’s throat as your hands grasped at her light blue top. Jill pulls her lips away from yours, gasping for a second of breath. You didn’t want to lose the contact so your lips found the skin of her jaw and latched onto that.

“We… we should probably leave. Before someone sees us and starts a scandal.” Jill manages to make out in between gasps and soft whines.

“What might that scandal be? The fact that you like women? You haven’t told anyone yet, have you?” You couldn’t help but tease her. You knew about Jill’s struggle with coming out and you never pushed her. But you did like to tease her about how you were her “little secret” for now.

“I just… ngh… fuck.” She was fighting back from making too much noise. And you loved it. She was squirming under your touch. Your hands find her thighs and pick her up to sit her on your desk, causing some papers to fall off and onto the floor. That was later you’s problem.

“Can’t even make out a sentence. I have barely done anything yet.” You chuckle as you kiss her neck and your hands slide up her thighs, the fabric of her jeans making your hands tingle just a bit as you rubbed it. “Tell me now if you want me to stop and I will.”

Jill couldn’t bring herself to though. She wanted this just as much as you. So she just reaches up, cupping your face in her hands and pressing her lips to yours. You can’t help but chuckle against her lips, knowing she actually likes the idea of someone catching her like this with you. The office was mostly empty at this hour so you had no worry that someone would catch you. But Jill was cautious.

You understood. She wasn’t out yet and she wanted to come out on her own terms. You’d never want to take that from her. You remember how nervous you were before you had come out.

Your lips move against hers with a passion you never had found with another person. Maybe it was the fact that your relationship was a secret and that's what caused it. But you believed it was more than that. In reality the way you felt for her as a whole was just so much more than you’d experienced in the past. Your hands move to her hips, fingers curling over the waist of her pants, sitting in between her hips and the fabric.

The back of your fingers brush over the fabric of her panties, sending goosebumps all over Jill’s body. You slide your hands across the waistband of her jeans until they reach the button at the front. Your teeth nip at her lower lip, earning a moan into your partially open mouth. Oh, how you loved those noises.

Your fingers fiddle with the button of her pants and pop it open, pulling her zipper down. The taste of her mouth fills yours as you slip your hand past the band of her panties and your middle and ring fingers find her bundle of nerves. She lets out a gasp and her hands grip at your shirt.

“Better make this quick if you don’t want to risk being caught.” You breathe out against her lips, barely pulling away to talk.

“No…” The whimper that escapes her lips makes you smirk.

“No, what?”

“Don’t rush it. Please.” Her plea struck something in her. Fuck that soft spot for her. You groan, knowing you would give in. You pull your hand out of her pants just to yank them down her legs as you push her to lay back on your desk. You close your eyes, thinking for a moment. You knew there were still some people working late at the office. You grunt as you stand up and grab one of the chairs in your office. You place it in front of the door, lodging it under the door handle before returning to Jill.

You crouch down and pull her boots off, dropping them on the floor before pulling her pants off the rest of the way. You kiss her ankle softly, earning a gentle gasp from the woman on your desk. You were fully prepared to give her a quickie here in your office. But now from a few simple words, you would take your time on her and pray to god no one in the office will need you at this hour.

Your lips leave a trail of kisses up her leg, savoring her soft skin under your touch. Jill shivered as she looked down at her lover in admiration. As you make your way up she reaches a hand out to caress the side of your face and a bit of your hair. You lean into her touch, closing your eyes and sighing in relief. She did this to you. Made you a soft mess. And you loved every second of it.

Your hand slowly trailed up her other leg, fingertips light on her skin. You reach her thigh and rub circles on her flesh with your thumb as you return to kissing your way up her leg. You pull her thighs apart and kiss her inner thigh, pushing her leg up as you do so. Her foot is placed flat on the desk in order to open her legs and allow you further access. Your lips latch at the flesh of her inner thigh and sucks at it, quickly leaving a dark mark on her skin.

You lean back to admire the way the hickey stood out against her thigh, you smirk a bit before your head leans against her thigh as you look up at her from in between her legs. Jill runs a hand through your hair as she meets your eyes. You let out a sigh that would absolutely give away the fact that she had you whipped. You knew it and she knew it.

You lean in, kissing her pussy over top of her wet panties. Jill loved every second of the worship you provided to her. You close your eyes as your nostrils flare at the smell of her right under you. It wasn’t strong but just enough to catch your attention and turn you on further.

Your hands move up to push her panties to the side, enough to lean in and drag your tongue along her wetness. Your eyes practically roll back as you taste her. She was like your addiction. Her hand grips at your hair as your tongue makes contact with her dripping cunt.

You are quick to reach your hands up and take hold of the sides of her panties, pulling them off and getting them out of the way. You take a hold of her leg and drape it over your shoulder, leaning forward as you let yourself bury your face in between her legs. The noise that greets your ears and spills from her lips encourages you. You suck on her swollen clit as your tongue flicks at it in a repetitive motion. Jill’s head falls back onto the desk as the room is filled up with her whines and whimpers from the attention you gave to her clit.

“Shush, you’ll get us caught.” You pull away just enough to breathe those words out before returning to pleasing her. Jill places her hand, that wasn’t tangled up in your hair, against her mouth as her hips buck against your face. One of your hands held her thigh, that rested on your shoulder, tightly. The other found its way up her stomach and under her top, fingers light over her skin as they find her waist.

Your hand holds her waist and fingers caress in an up and down motion as your mouth and nose are buried in her cunt. Jill couldn’t help as she moaned against her hand, knowing her covering her own mouth didn’t do much. Your senses were filled with her. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the feeling of her. In this moment, you couldn’t care anymore who might know what was happening. She was the only thing that mattered.

Your mouth moves lower for just a moment, tongue slipping into her hole as it passes over her g-spot and is coated in her essence. You look up at her, admiring the way she squirmed. It was so easy to tell what she liked. Her body reacted beautifully. A moan breaks through your throat, sending vibrations against Jill which only makes her moaning increase in sound. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you return your attention on her clit.

Not once did your eyes leave her. You followed the outline of her jaw as her head was tilted back. Occasionally you got a glimpse of the sides of her face as she squirmed around. Your pupils dilate as you stare up at your girlfriend while eating her pussy.

Each tug she made at your hair earned a moan against her clit as your tongue swirls and flicks at it. She must’ve liked the moaning so much by how she began to pull your hair over and over. You had no complaints, just obliged and moaned against her flesh as your mouth worked at pleasing her.

“Y/n!” She moans out from behind her hand as her back arches, even in her shirt you couldn’t help but admire how her tits sat so nicely on her chest. Granted she was wearing a bra, but even without one you had always loved how pretty her tits were. You could feel how her leg shuddered on top of your shoulder and under your hand. It made the grip on her thigh only tighten.

She was a moaning mess. Surely someone was hearing this. But you were practically drowning in her pussy and hadn’t a care in the world about what was happening past this desk. The longer this went on the messier it became. Her wetness was making a mess on my desk and you didn’t care. It showed how much she loved what you did to her. Your face was coated with her essence.

Finally her head lifts up, heavy eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna… I-” She couldn’t even finish what she was trying to say. You didn’t need her to. Within seconds of her warning she is cumming on your face and your tongue is greedily lapping at her cunt, not wanting to waste this. Moans leave your lips as you savor the taste of her cum coating your tongue. Your nails softly dig against her thigh as she rides out her orgasm, grinding against your face as she does so.

Her body finally seems to deflate as she lets out heaving breaths. You slowly lower her leg from your shoulder as you lean back from her pussy, licking your lips. Jill took one look at you and her cheeks flushed even more red than they were from what you just did to her. Your nose, lips and chin were coated from her intense orgasm. You chuckle as you wipe your face and stand up, placing your hands on either side of her head. You hover over her and lean down, placing a gentle kiss to her lips that lasted a few seconds. You let out a chuckle before meeting her eyes.

“There definitely will be a scandal.”

Masterlist

[floydstruly]

how you mince my heart.

synopsis : two house wardens vie for your affection send their people after you when you escape their grasp, first one that captures you wins.

cw. not proof read, mild depictions of violence, non explicit obsession (?), yandere themes (???) idk how to tag its my first time posting on tumblr (did this for funsies, no idea how anything works)

pairing: gn! reader x vil schoenheit, slightly azul (floyd, jade and rook too if you really squint)

He takes a deep, sharp breath in–his chest rising and falling quietly as he drums his fingers along the edge of the wooden chess board. He waits, and waits, and waits for Vil to make a move. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Vil stares at him through his uncharacteristically uneven bangs, his hairs out of place and his make up a mess, yet still, he manages to be beautiful. The soft dark circles under his eyes reminisce a night of challenged sleep.

Vil sighs, turning his head away from his opponent and mindlessly pushes a rook forward three spaces onto a board–consuming his knight. It takes Azul by surprise to see him so distracted–well, of course he was, he hasn’t been the same since you left him. Azul lets out a snide, mocking chuckle and sits back in his seat, it creaks from the shift of weight.

“You seem stressed.” He remarks offhandedly as he takes his knight off the board, he’s down to one. He glances around the room, it’s oddly quiet in the Monstro Lounge without Floyd and Jade, he only hopes that they are capable of carrying out his wishes.

Vil shakes his head. The door to the VIP room swings open with a harsh thud, Floyd saunters into the room and drapes himself over Azul’s shoulders. He whispers something in his ear that causes Azul to tense up, odd. Azul’s opposition raises an eyebrow and uncrosses his legs–as if trying to listen into their not-so private conversation.

“Ahh~ betta, what’re you doing here?” Floyd drawls out lazily and smiles, how incredibly eerie–Vil pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, glancing back between the knight he eliminated earlier and back at the merman.

“Playing a game.” He answers simply, urging Azul to make his next move with the snap of his wrist, “I would hope I win.” He adds, there's a hint of growing pride in his voice.

He will not lose.

It’s cold.

The sun is setting and you are tired beyond belief, your lungs feel as if they are being burned, your clothes were ragged and torn from all the times you had to push past brushes and trees. Along with that, you were bleeding–lower and lower, your blood trickled down your body in a way that made you feel almost queasy.

You haven’t the slightest clue where you are headed–but when you look back and see Night Raven College getting smaller and smaller, you know you should not stop. Not until you are far enough to escape the prying eyes and the caging arms of the student body entirely.

You feel a false sense of hope when you see the tippy-tops of Royal Sword Academy, like a radiant beacon–the sun, even, you are so, so close to freedom.

But you trip over a branch, crack! You land face first into the wet, muddy ground, the sticks press into your bruises and cuts–if Vil were here, he would certainly scold you for all the wounds that you’ve accumulated. But he isn’t, not if you can help it at least.

You hear a rustling and immediately, your heart sinks. Surely, no one would have followed you up here, would they? No, no, at least–that’s what you think until, from the very corner of your eyes, you see a feather rushing past you in the trees. It bobs up and down, the colour is all too familiar to you.

You scramble to get up in a panicked manner. Behind you, another one–another student, a quick glance back and you could tell from the mismatched eyes that fell slightly behind the hunter hiding among the trees.

“Stop following me!” You were almost positive they heard you, but there was no response. You huff and squeeze your eyes shut, blindly running forward as fast your worn out shoes could take you–which was not very far.

An arrow broke through the tense air, it was careful, calculated–Rook never missed, that was for sure. The tip of the arrow caught the fabric of your torn uniform, the blade too close to your neck for comfort, you fell over; exhausted, defeated.

With one final effort, you mustered all the strength you could to pull the arrow out–but then another barrage came, all precisely landing dangerously close to–but never directly into your flesh. You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs when another weight pressed down onto your body–Rook held your arm above your head with a triumphant smile. You breathed in once more, oh, how it hurt you to do so.

“Ah, I’ve bested you, Monsieur Mastermind!” Rook’s grin is joyous–too joyous for someone who hunted you down as if you were just a rabbit to him.

“So it seems.” The two share a laugh when Jade finally catches up to the pair of you. Unsettling, you shiver and let your body give in to your fatigue, “care for a rematch?”

Rook shakes his head, one by one plucking out the arrows he rained down upon you and hoisting you over his shoulder, you try to kick and scream–but is silenced when his hold on you gets tighter, the pressure almost feeling as if your bones would break as well.

“Oh, I’d be delighted–perhaps to a different prey to chase. This one, Roi du Poison, will not allow me to let go of.”

“A shame.” Jade’s voice trails off, their faces start to blur together, you’re too tired to listen anymore.

He glances over at the previously swung open door and as if on cue, Jade walks through it, the soles of his shoes tapping on the neat floor of the Monstro Lounge with a hollow click, a solemn expression plastered on his face. He takes a bow, hand to his chest.

Vil’s gaze wanders to his phone, it glows dimly at a text notification from Rook, a photo of you passed out over his shoulder, walking back to Night Raven College. Vil smooths out his hair and clothes.

“Checkmate.”

[satureja13]

tumblr communities are here! (more information -> here)

So, I got an email last week if we'd like to playtest the new feature! This is how it looks like atm:

During the beta, I can invite up to 25 members and the community is set on private. So if you are shy and don't like posting in the open space, this is a safe environment for you.

I'm not able to change anything as long as the beta runs, so we have to live with the indications I've made under 'About' and 'Guidelines'. Any ideas what to add/remove (as soon as we are able to change it) are welcome!

I must admit I have no clue where this is going and what it is good for ^^' It looks like every post will be stuffed in the main category. So we'll have to work with tags. I've created a pinned post with the tags I came up with. Here I'll need your help to collect ideas for tabs. Like #sims chat #tumblr communities chat #my builds #my sims #my gameplay #sims news #polls...

After you got invited (this is still buggy as far as I've seen in the communites chat) you'll also have access to the communites feedback chat to submit your feedback about the communites feature to tumblr. But you don't have to. Any of us can collect our feedback and submit it as well.

If you are interested, let me know and I will send you an invite!

I think this can be amazing since we can create our very own, safe community here and more members can be added after the beta. Haha and it's bot free! ^^

[dtmsrpfcringe]

Hi, I hope u r ok since u have received a bunch of insults and threats, that’s totally frightening

But I gotta be honest with u: thinking ur opinion is better than others’, does not make you behaviour better than others’

In the end, u r still threatening them with doxxing, revealing private informations about them, commenting and reposting mean stuff to their posts etc etc. In many ways u r sometimes acting even worse than them

Again, it is not about whether ur opinion is better than theirs; it’s about whether ur behaviour is better than theirs. And while they r making their silly weird posts between them, not forcing their beliefs into anyone, u r stalking them all day while u r supposed to have 5 kids? It’s giving mean girl / immature millennial and it’s quite pitiful. I’m not saying ur supposed to watch your kids all day and not have any hobbies, but… if your main occupation, while not watching ur kids, is doing tumblr all day and reading complotists blogs to make fun of them… well maybe u need to do some self reflection, because from there you certainly not sending a better image than theirs lmao. Ur supposed to be recovering from giving birth, u seemingly had heavy complications, and ur first reflex when u escaped death was to go on Tumblr and read their blogs, answering anons about them? I’m not saying ur lying, I’m simply observing some concerning facts that do not paint a good portrait of urs. U keep commenting on their mental state, how they r psycho etc… but how r U better than them exactly 😭

Thank God I’m not a pro-shipper, pls lord send them help. I like to make fun of them but I will never bully them like u do, it seems to b the worst thing to do, it will only encourage them into believing it’s them and their Truth against the world. Whereas I’m an Anti I won’t follow your blog because I some ways you act exactly like them, if not even worse 🫡

i beg of you name a singular time where I have threatened to doxx anybody. Oh, you can't? Well wonder why. No seriously, name one. I've actually made a specific point to not do that. A few times.

Also I feel like some of you forget how time zones and other countries work. I post mostly at night or when my kids are at school. Also about recovering after birth, uh you try laying in bed all day except for the bathroom and baby feeding. Our other kids range from early childhood to teenagers and are in school, but during summer they usually have summer classes and sports, as well as learning other languages. Since this blog has started I've been on precautions and haven't been up and about.

Also none of their posts are "silly posts" accusing someone of abuse isn't a silly post, obsessively analyzing every image and every story for a clue that a stranger hates their partner and fucks their best friend isn't silly.

Piss off anon, and remove the stick from your ass.

[scoobydoomistakes]

For ages I've been meaning to go through some asks from y'all – I'm currently stuck in a hotel room, let's do a quick round!

Yeah, Gabe is still waiting for his turn with the orange cat communal brain cell.

Dude got himself inside the top level of the huge dresser we were building...

...and earlier that day, he only just remembered in time that he couldn't phase through glass, and almost ran headfirst into the door.

He believes himself intangible. We love him, but there is nothing else in the world like the Gabe.

Oh, like the "content-aware fill" posts? Those were fun!

Let's see... take this recent image... select background... aaaaaand...

...get traumatized for life. Good.

Looks like it still works! Or more-accurately doesn't, which is what makes it work so well.

Wouldn't consider myself knowledgeable enough to say, but it certainly sounds like it gave the IP a boost during some tough times...

...and despite how awfully he was generally used, I have to remind myself Scrappy was bafflingly the best thing about Boo Brothers.

Seriously. Watching it was like this weird alternate universe where Scrappy was well-written and a welcome addition. That was a surreal experience.

Yes, and... yes to basically every weird, low-budget classic show!

I've watched entirely too many VHS rips of '80s and '90s commercials to not want to see what we can find in them.

Ah, yes! He's an American Curl!

The breed apparently started in California, and has those cool ears.

No clue how he wound up a stray in the NC Triangle, but at the shelter my mother & younger brother help at, they managed to get him socialized enough/health problems resolved to become adoptable, after it was originally thought impossible! He's a happy boy.

And finally...

...thanks to everyone who sends in stuff like this. You keep me from forgetting that it really does bring joy to people!

After so many years of SDM, and as life only gets busier, and as Tumblr has had all its issues... it's easy to feel burned out, boxed in, or like none of it matters. Hearing that it's special to someone and gives them something pleasant after a rough day, that's why I keep it going. Stay cool, y'all.

–Colin

[frecklystars]

I need some advice, if anyone is willing 🙏✨

I purchased a La La Land screenplay from someone on Etsy, apparently signed by Ryan and Emma for an extremely affordable price. I thought "oh, there is NO WAY in HELL these are real." and then I agonized over it for a few weeks because my god I need some serotonin, and I have a little bit of spending money left, and I WOULD like a La La Land screenplay, bonus points if it really is signed by Ryan and Emma.

Finally, I bought one, reading on the seller's page that they do full refunds/returns within 14 days of the delivery. So I had nothing to lose if I ended up discovering the autographs were fake, I could just send it back and get my full refund. No shipping fees either.

Screenplay got delivered. So gorgeous, everything looks all nice and official, got a Certificate of Authenticity with matching serial numbers. I had high hopes, at first. The sharpie Ryan and Emma supposedly signed with have bled through the page, so it cannot be a reprint. But I did some research on the "Certificate of Authenticity" and it is probably fabricated. I am 99% sure. Someone could easily fake this certificate, slap on some holographic stickers they made themself, and then mimic Ryan and Emma's signatures using their own sharpies.

It says it was certified by 8FL*X institute (the * is an "i" -- I won't type the name out fully because I'm afraid it'll show up in the tumblr search results, and this guy apparently has a tumblr with a shit ton of "receipts" on him. but more on that later) and - guess what - that is not an actual institute run by multiple people. That is a website run by one (1) dude -- the very dude who sold this to me on Etsy. On the certificate, it's HIS name that is signed saying it's official. Did he witness Ryan and Emma signing this?? I have no clue. How would I know that. I don't know how this stuff works tbh but I'm pretty sure it's not real, seeing someone selling *multiple* signed scripts for just $61 each, with a lot of A list celebrities.

The holographic stickers and serial numbers seem legit, but there is no way for me to search them online to check if they're authentic. It's as if he basically said "yep these signatures are real" and signed the certificate himself. Also, if you search "8fl*x nick" on tumblr, there's a whole ton of discourse??? because he apparently leaked a screenplay for Stranger Things when he wasn't supposed to, or something??? Listen. Listen. I fucking HATE mob mentality on this hellsite; any time there's a call out post about someone, I take that shit with a grain of salt, because you don't know what's real or not, whether or not the "sources" of someone's wrongdoings are completely fabricated screenshots or not, because it's SO easy to make fake screenshots these days. but I still think it's worth mentioning here that there are existing "receipts" on this guy, bc knowing there's discourse abt this seller just in general... doesn't help me feel reassured whatsoever.

If anyone is able to figure out a way that these signatures are legit btw, that would be great. but like I said, I don't know anything about buying online autographs. Maybe there's something I can do to verify, and I just don't know it.

Anyway I debated on whether or not I should keep the screenplay, decided in the heat of a moment "ah fuck it, I wasted money", I contacted the seller and didn't mention why, I just asked for a refund without any explanation -- to my surprise, have had no trouble! He's totally willing to give me a refund without any question. Huge relief. So if I am willing, I can get a full refund and send this most-likely-not-actually-autographed screenplay back.

Except. Now... I keep thinking about it... do I actually want to give it back? I mean yes it is the smart thing to get my money back but... here's the thing. I don't own a La La Land screenplay - like, physically in my hands. I love collecting screenplays. There's a La La Land screenplay for sale online for ten bucks, but it's not the one I want, and I'm not very fond of the cover for it... I can't find another La La Land screenplay anywhere online that's as pretty as this one. There's the 2013 original version and there's the 2015 final draft version, both are really fucking good and totally different. Lots of good content. This seller put together the 2015 version, and the colors look so nice, there's photos in the front when you open it up before you get to the signed page, it's just... it's so pretty. The signatures are pretty, even if they are most likely not real, it's kind of fun to just... hope blindly that maybe, just maybe, they're real. 99% sure that they're not -- but that 1% chance is nice to think about!

So, my question: is it smarter for me to get my full refund and just settle for not owning a La La Land screenplay? Or should I keep this, despite every time I look at the signatures I feel a pang of disappointment and think to myself "ah man that's not real and I spent sixty bucks on it" ??? OR... or. or. should I return this screenplay, get my refund, and then... just .... print the screenplay myself... and make my own very pretty screenplay???

If I go that third route -- HOW do I potentially print out the entire screenplay myself? If I knew how, I could include pictures of Ryan and Emma and just put together my OWN La La Land screenplay. Oh, hell, why stop there?? Why not replace Mia's name with mine, make a whole self ship script out of it, put my own story with Sebastian? Add some drawings?? Make it look like a real screenplay. That would be such a fun project.

But... I don't own a printer and I don't know if it would cost fifty bajillion hundred thousand dollars to go to a printing shop and ask them to print up a hundred pages for me. Or... is that too big of a project to take on? Am I just being silly? ;-;

ok thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I love u.

[lucedilunax]

Heeey V!!!

Thank you🥹 actually my stuffy nose is getting worse LMAO I ain’t gonna lie, being sick sucks 😂🤣😂 please take care of yourself too!! WINTER IS COMING

Today was last day of my work and I’m starting new work from Friday and I’m excited at the same time sad because there’s no other people who are in the same age range as me🥹 ahhhh how’s work for you!

DUDE best ending ever 🥹💖 thank god for this universe and tumblr i somehow found ya!!!🫶🏻✨ every Johnny girl should read it!!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES YES YES AND WE WILL CHEER FOR MARINO WITH ALL OUR HEARTS EVEN JUST ONE GAME

Omg I’ll share with you with anything!! You are so easy to talk to🥹💖 and thank you for listening!!🫶🏻 I’m all ears if you ever need to talk to me ok!

My love, please eat 💕 one meal a day is a good start, and food is fuel and dellliiiicioooouusssss!!!!! 🥹🫶🏻💪🏻

Ok so for your situation-ship , I literally have no right to say anything but V, Luna, you deserve the very best. I don’t know you in person but I know you’re sweet, generous, and a good person from your vibe from here. You’re beautiful inside & outside!!!! I KNOW IT.

well I don’t know you in person, but I KNOW in fact he doesn’t deserve you my darling!!!!!! Wait is he like really handsome or??? Still still still… Sex is great, (I’m glad I broke up with my exes and sexless is boring at times 😂🤣😂) but being single and having no drama is the biggest pleasure!!!!!!!!!! I swear

I don’t want you to get hurt again, I really don’t. I really really don’t. Being hurt sucks. You deserve the best and it sucks there’s not much great people laying around anywhere 🙄 but you do, I do, deserve the best - someone who will treat you right and love you as who you are.

I’ll DM you privately on my main tumblr, so feel free to message me or blast or rant when you feel sad okay!! You are not alone, you’re talented and beautiful, and if you ever need me I’m here!

- Kiki🐬

aww sorry to hear that:( remember to drink a lot of hot tea and to keep yourself warm under the blanket!! hope you'll get settle down fast in your new work, sometimes people in different age than yours are better to chat so you it might be fun haha

aww thank you so much! you don't have a clue how much those words means to me💕oh please, if i will see marino back on the ice, they will be able to hear my scream in utah haha

thank you for the trust! i'm willing to listen and help as much as i can❤️

i'm trying my best to eat as much as i can but old habits never dies sadly and there's still lots of work on this aspect

i can agree with you actually, being single is great! it's lovely not to care about other person and just focus on yourself but it's so complicated now, technically i am single but still i feel the weird connection like we're a couple (when we are not)

i'm used to being hurt all the time by people i love so i kinda learn how to live with disappointed and the pain and i feel that the reason why i'm sticking next to his side but it is what it is

thank you for those kind words, i cried a little bit when i read this so thank you, sending all my love to you honey, you're so kind and respectful❤️

[oceangirl24]

Why Am I Blocked?: An Ask Answered

For those who have come to Tumblr via my AO3 profile or by other means looking for an answer to this question, I'm compiling the answer here along with the links to the original answers.

I hope this will help anyone who have found themselves blocked from commenting on AO3 and occassionally FFN.

Anonymous asked: I'll admit i was very angry and hurt that i was on your block list until i read your user profile. sorry you got bullied and harassed by this person. now i'm kinda of nervous of who she is because i don't think i could take 16 months of bullying.

I debated overnight if I should answer this. I am going to respond so that my readers understand what's been going on.

This ask is very typical of the type of thing the person who harassed me, and plagiarized Autumn in Philadelphia does. Since she found out about the link to the report, she has sent readers and has impersonated readers to get the link to that report which details not just the plagiarism but also her harassment.

I have had mutual readers gain my trust, participate in my BMW discord server, and pretend to be supportive through this ordeal all while relaying information to her.

She has also used her readers from other fandoms to try to do the same.

This is why I preemptively block readers who gush over her or indicate that they are in private communication with her (all of this is public information on her stories that I found while compiling my report).

Why is this ask typical of her methods to gain access to me and the report?

There is no indication to which user profile this information is on as those of you who follow me know I post on three sites.

I would think if this ask was by a legit reader and not by her or one of her friends (she is blocked on every single site I know we share as are any associates of hers that I'm aware of) I would think the reader would want me to know who they are so I can directly address them and the site they are on.

Which I would do privately.

The fact that immediate concern is about who she is also bothers me. I would assume once I named the person, they would want proof in the form of the link to the report.

That will not happen.

If this ask is from a legitimate reader or follower, then I really am sorry you've been caught in this.

To be clear: I am not upset with anyone who follows her or interacts with her works. This issue should have stayed between us but she chose to bring others into it and use them.

Even if you have been a part of this with her, I'm honestly not upset with you. I know how manipulative she is. I'm sure you thought you were helping a very sweet loving Christian writer obssessed with Jon and Shawn (aren't most of us obssessed?).

I fell for it myself. Hard.

I care about all of my readers very much, but it has come to the point where I have to protect myself.

If this is not a legitimate ask and you are doing this on her behalf or she's gotten another account, then we now stand close to 20 months of harassment.

To my readers, you know where to find me and how to interact with me that is not AO3.

I thank you for sticking with me through all of this and for supporting AiP, whether you comment or simply just read as I post.

I appreciate you more than I can say.

Aria

Anonymous asked: Hi, im the anon from last night. I only found your stories recently. I had no idea who you were. I have no clue who bullied you I wasn't actually expecting you to tell me. I'm pretty new to the fandom (writing since 2023). The reason I said I was nervous because I had a bad experience with a user in a previous fandom who falsely accused me of sending them hate, and they still do it occasionally. That's why I don't post links of my bmw fanfics to Tumblr. Again, I'm sorry that happened to you. I know you're going to have your guard up, but there are people who genuinely don't know what was going on. Also I wasn't expecting you to unblock me. I was just relieved it wasn't anything I done or that you disgusted by my writing. I won't bother you after this. I just wanted to clear things up.

Oh, I see.

If you are who I think you are then, you recced one of her works in a space we share. That place was one of the sites she tried to get a foothold in the fandom and was never able to and resented my presence there. It was also one of the places she focused her harassment until the report went out. Then she left and started on other sites.

Obviously, I overreacted when I saw her name come up and my instinct was to block everywhere just in case.

I apologize for that. I am really sorry.

I'm also sorry that you've had to deal with your own situation. I know how much these things mess with you. 🫂

No, I don't have any issues with you or your writing. And you haven't done anything. This was just an unfortunate coincidence.

I've unblocked you in both places. Best of luck with your writing and belated welcome to the fandom.

I hope to see you around.

I really do.

Anonymous asked: Thank you for unblocking me :) Also,I want to say sorry about the recc list. If I had known about your situation I wouldn't have done it. Anyway, I'd like to be more of an active member of the bmw fandom one day. But for now I'm gonna keep my tumblr private.

You're welcome. 😊

There's no way you could've known about the situation. And all of the other recs were solid choices. ❤️

Totally understand about keeping Tumblr private. There is also the Discord server if you're interested. You are most certainly welcome there. There's a section just for fanfiction writers, too.

I hope this clears things up.

Much love,

Aria

[vndead-pvppy]

can someone help me figure out if im fictionkin 😭🙏

im confused and idk if i am or not and am seeking assistance

mutuals, feel free to dm me, others can send me an ask (that i wont answer in a post) and ill follow you so you can dm me (i still have no clue how dms in tumblr work so bare with me 😭 /lh)

i prefer dms cause its not something im ready to post about publically yet

[lola-andheruniverse]

⭐Your Turn Sunday ⭐

Can I suggest An Ordinary Life by Lamport?

"She’s a wild thing, and Daryl’s always appreciated and respected wild things."

This is a beautiful and bittersweet Caryl one-shot with a heavy dose of Lydia. It takes place not long after the massacre at the end of S9. All three characters are living under Michonne's roof and are trying to adapt to life in Alexandria.

I grew attached to Daryl as a character when I realized he's a trier - someone who'd do anything to keep the people he cares about safe and well. S10 Daryl is the ultimate trier: he's incredibly patient, understanding, and emotionally intelligent. He's the "man of honor" personified in this fic and he's trying *so hard* to make things work. But he's not perfect and his job is made all the more difficult by the fact that both Carol and Lydia are so deeply traumatized.

For me, it's one of the best depictions of the Caryl + Lydia dynamic - every detail and every beat feels true to who they are. And I really love how Lydia is still pretty feral in this fic (I wish she'd retained more of that wildness in the show).

All in all, it's a stellar one-shot. I highly recommend it if you haven't read it already. And even if you have read it, go give it another read!

Thank you for letting me take up space in your inbox! And a big thank you for starting this fic project 💖

First of all, dear notalkingbusiness, you have no idea how happy you made me by sending this rec. It was the first thing I checked when I reached for my phone this morning. I was afraid no one would send a recommendation to kick-start the #your turn sunday tag. So thank you so much for participating, it means the world!

Secondly, WOW! Just wow! An Ordinary Life by @lamportb [ AO3 | 9Lives] is a beautiful, heartwarming and, yet, heartbreaking fic. It was a new story to me - and I don't think I've read anything written by Lamport before, so thanks for presenting me to a new caryl writer - and it's just so quiet, soft and real. I've felt almost like an intruder on Daryl's thoughts and feelings because he felt SO REAL. The way he tries (and you're so right, S10 Daryl's definitely the ultimate trier) and struggles to take care of Lydia and Carol to the very last line of the fic is so palpable that one cannot help but hope he succeeds even in the face of so many pain and grief. It's really, really beautifully written.

Summary: Daryl doesn’t have a hot clue about raising kids. He’s seen Michonne with Jude and RJ, even Aaron with Gracie, but Lydia isn’t really a kid, she’s seventeen, and he sure as shit knows nothing about being a dad to a teenage girl. Rating: T/ Teen Up and Audiences Word count: 2054 Published: November 11, 2019

What an incredible way to end our first week of caryl fics recs! I'm so happy right now, dear fellow caryler, that this little project is working out. I've already selected enough fics to recommend for another two months, but, again, this project is for all of us! So, please, if you want to recommend a fanfic to our tumblr community, just send me an ask or DM and I'll help you to share the love (you don't have to identify yourself, it can be an anonymous rec if makes you more comfortable). Thank you all so much for the support so far. And, again, thanks nottalkingbusiness for the incredible rec. Caryl on!

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

helloo!! so, i'm fairly new to tumblr but i LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog. i just wanted to ask if the supernova series is going to be continued because i'm OBSESSED with it. thank you! have a nice day!

Hey, sweetie! Thank you so much for all the love you send my way💕

I'm really happy you enjoy my works, it means alot to me! And I'm even more ecstatic that you love the supernova series because that is esp dear to my heart

Short answer: Yes, it will be continued someday.

Long answer is: When it came to supernova I started out with a different plot than it ended up developing into. The plot was different, the villain was different and the clues were different so as I kept writing and posting, these things ended up changing. This was not helped by the fact that I write and then immediately post the chapters without planning the next one.

I thought I'd still be able to somehow string it together but I realized there would be too many plot holes and not enough well spaced clues so I kind of began avoiding writing it because I didn't know how to deal with the problem.

So, in order to fix the problem, I decided I'd rewrite the story in order to satisfy myself. I really really like this story and it's the first time I'm writing a big series this way so I did not want to half-ass it.

So far I have rewritten all the existing chapters and one additional chapter but I'm holding off on posting them until I write the whole series to avoid a repeat of the initial problem.

I'm sorry for making you guys wait so long TT-TT but believe me I'm trying to give my entire interest to this series so I hope you will show it love when I do finally post it<3

So long story short you might have to wait for a little more time but I am most likely going to continue the series

If you want to be notified when I do post the next chapters just let me know and I'll add you to the taglist!

I hope you have a very nice day! <3

[howlingwolf23]

So sorry but how in the heck does this website work ;-;

(you don't have to answer; I'll probably youtube it later)

Well good job on asking your first ask

Now how does this site? No clue. Half the time it is breaking do to an update.

Now for how does content work, you are the algorithm. You follow people you want. You can also follow tags to help find stuff you are interested in. Tumblr kinda pushes "stuff you may like" or "based on your likes" and they will show you other blogs similar to blogs you follow but ultimately it is up to you.

Also you can nearly post anything (no porn allowed but you can still find it if you know where to look) you can have funny chats on comments, reblogs, or DMs if you are lucky.

There is deep lore and secret speech on this site as well that does change slightly with time. IMO, the most important is you find another Tumblr user (or Tumblrina) in the wild, the code is "I like your shoelaces" and the response is "thanks, I stole them from the president."

Otherwise, just find what you like, find your blorbos, rotate them in your mind, send them to eeby deeby by throwing down horse plinko after learning about color theory and their favorite color of the sky and have fun.

Send any more asks or a dm if you have anymore questions.

And welcome to the garbage fire that is Tumblr

[bard-llama]

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Oooh, good questions! Thanks for asking!

Hmmm. For 3 - I have this pattern where I think I'll never write a trope and then end up taking it as a challenge to write it my way. So... not sure there's actually one I wouldn't touch - but also, feel free to send me trope ideas and I'll see if I can spin them to my liking lol

7 is haaaaaard, so I'll do 12 next XD Honestly... I guess The Blue Spirit episode just for the potential of what it gives us? Like, the realization that this antagonist character who is loud and shouty and fiery can also be this sneaky, stealthy person who HELPS the protagonist... I mean, I'm also an enemies to friends/lovers fan, so this episode gives that some juice. But in general, I enjoy s1 AUs and playing with how things could go differently

(One of) My Favorite Piece(s) of Prose

Okay, so my memory is fleeting and I have a LOT of writing out there (like... 470 published fics between my accounts + a billion WiPs), but an atla fic that I keep coming back to is Wan Shi Tong's Uninvited Guests and I think it's 'cause there's still potential for more even though it's done. But I really like this scene (kind of long, so under a cut) and I think it's because like... it's really the epitome of who Aang is, to want to befriend everyone and bring peace and joy to the world. And also, I love Zuko's dubiousness over the frozen frogs as medicine lol

(oh my god, I despise tumblr and their stupid editor that they force you to use now and I can't make this idented without losing ALL the spacing so.... sorry)

Aang pulled back slightly, not releasing him. “Do you remember when I asked if we could’ve been friends a hundred years ago?”

Zuko was vaguely aware of the Avatar’s friends startling, but all he could do was nod, still baffled by it.

“I meant it,” Aang said. “It’s not a hundred years ago, but we’re friends now. I’ve decided.”

Zuko stared. “I… don’t think that’s how it works?” He wasn’t actually sure, given the only real friend he’d ever had before had been his cousin, Lu Ten. Even Mai and Ty Lee were Azula’s friends before they were his. 

“No, it is,” Aang said, not an ounce of uncertainty in his voice. “You’re mine now.”

Sputtering, Zuko tried to find words, but there really were none. 

“Aang,” Sokka groaned, slapping a hand against his face. “You are not supposed to adopt the guy trying to capture you.”

“Why not?” Aang asked, genuine. Sokka appeared no more capable than Zuko was of finding the words to explain the absurdity that was the Avatar deciding to befriend Zuko. 

There was something kind of flattering about that, but Zuko didn’t understand why. Why would the Avatar care about him!?

“Because I can,” Aang said simply, grey eyes meeting his gaze directly. “Because you deserve to have friends and I want to be one. Because I think you’re interesting and I like you and I want to get to know you.” Aang shrugged, smiling slightly as he concluded, “because you’re Zuko.”

Zuko… had no fucking clue how to react to that, so he kind of just froze.

Aang’s smile widened and the arms around Zuko’s torso tightened. “It’s okay if you’re not ready to respond yet,” Aang said quietly, looking so ridiculously earnest, “but I’m gonna show you what it means to have a friend.”

“You – what – why?”

“Because someone should and I want it to be me,” Aang said. 

Zuko blinked rapidly, trying to process that. “...you do remember the part where I chased you all over the world, right?”

“I do,” Aang nodded. “I also remember the part where you saved me.”

“Wait,” Katara and Sokka shared a look, “what!?”

Zuko flushed. “I was helping myself,” he mumbled, embarrassed. 

“So?” Aang shrugged. “You still saved me. Even if you do the right thing for the wrong reason, you’re still doing the right thing. That matters.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Twinkletoes?” the new earthbender girl said. Uncle had said her name was… Tough? That didn’t seem quite right.

“It was before we went to the North Pole,” Aang said, not releasing Zuko. “I got captured by Zhao, and Zuko saved me.”

“What!?” Katara sounded worried, but Sokka looked more angry. “Where were we!?”

“You were sick!” Aang said into Zuko’s chest. It was kind of weird to have someone clinging to him who was talking to someone else, but for some reason, Zuko wasn’t struggling to get free. “I had to get frozen frogs for you to suck on to cure you!”

There was a moment’s silence as they all processed that and then Zuko’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Is that what the frogs were about!?”

“Yeah!” Aang nodded vigorously. “They were medicine!”

“...are you sure about that?” Zuko couldn’t help the dubiousness in his voice, but that sounded seriously sketch.

Aang laughed, squeezing his arms around Zuko’s torso for a final time before stepping back. He was smiling brightly and Zuko really didn’t understand why.

“So…” Sokka drawled, “what happens now?”

Zuko sighed heavily, rubbing his face. That was the question, wasn’t it?

He glanced at Aang, but Aang just looked back with a smile, as though totally confident in what Zuko would pick. Why!?

Part of Zuko wanted to attack just to prove him wrong… but really, what was the point? His Father had declared him a traitor and had sent his sister after him to bring him home in chains. Did the terms of his banishment even matter anymore?

And – and if they were right and Father really was wrong… then how could Zuko bring this child who declared friendship with his enemy to the man who would burn him without remorse?

He sighed again. He’d always been a disappointment to his Father, and that wasn’t likely to change soon. But he’d told his Uncle he’d be back, and he tried not to disappoint Uncle. He wasn’t very successful, but… 

He had to try. Uncle was all he had left in this world, and he had to try.

“I left my Uncle in the Misty Palms Oasis,” Zuko said quietly, not quite looking at them. The unspoken admission that he was letting them go was heavy in the air between them.

“Okay,” Aang said. “Do you want a ride?”

Zuko blinked and the Avatar’s companions yelped his name. “What?”

“Do you want a ride?” Aang asked. “I guess we could walk, but Appa would be much faster.”

“...what?”

Aang smiled slightly. “I told you. You’re mine now. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Why did that sound vaguely threatening?

“So,” Aang continued, “do you wanna ride on Appa?”

Honestly, he did. He really, really did. But he couldn’t give in that easily. 

“Don’t you have Avatar stuff to be doing?” he asked. 

“Spreading peace and joy and love,” Aang grinned, “that’s Avatar stuff!”

Zuko had no idea what to say to that. 

“C’mon, come try riding Appa!” Aang encouraged, tugging on the rope that still bound them. 

Zuko sputtered, feeling like he should protest. But… he didn’t really want to walk across the desert when there was an alternative. And the alternative involved flying. 

So he was maybe a little bit excited when he gave in and let Aang drag him up into the saddle. 

“Yip yip,” Aang said even though no one was actually steering the bison. Appa lifted from the sand and as they rose upwards, the air around them seemed to cool slightly. The wind blew through Zuko’s hair and he could see around for miles, and while there was nothing to actually see, it was still incredible.

This entire day had been like sailing through a tsunami, but even though Zuko didn’t know what would happen next, it was somehow easy to let himself lean into the wind and allow the tension to uncoil from his spine.

[homosexuality-and-morphine]

Ok so the cult au now has some story now so here it is (this will be continued in another post bc Tumblr didn't save what I had after where this ends at and I don't feel like writing it out again rn)

Michael started out as a normal guy who used religion as a coping mechanism because of his childhood trauma and he was dating Mike and jack (at this time Michael was completely normal just a little religious and didn't really push religion onto anyone but does suggest it as a coping mechanism unless the person has religious trauma but also wasn't pushy with it) but he started to see what he thought was God (later he thinks it was hallucinations but it's actually an entity trying to destroy the universe posing as God) which sends him on a spiral into creating a cult and Mike and jack not knowing what to do go with it (they literally had no clue what to do about it) and Michael becomes a cult leader but it was a slow process of him getting convinced then diving deeper into Christianity then making Christianity squared (less homophobic edition) he didn't have many followers but he still kept going until Mike and jack finally realize "oh shit our boyfriend isn't just super into religion" and try to bring up therapy for him but he refuses every single time they bring it up to the point they had to force him to go to basically a psych ward and could only convince him to cooperate with the therapists was to tell him "if you were ill wouldn't God want you to be better? Just do it in case" which actually worked and he got better but got prescribed meds and Mike and jack had to make sure something like that didn't happen again but one day Michael gets a dream of all the pantheons of gods and they tell him about the entity that's trying to take over the universe and they give him the rest of their powers because they were actively being drained of power and needed to choose someone who could defeat the entity and then told him of places with books that could help him with his mission but when he woke up he forced himself to not believe the dream but everything they said about the powers started happening and because his body was not meant to have all of the gods powers he kept having flair ups of the powers overloading his body and he had to learn how to do something simple (making a small ball of light) to release some of the pressure from all the powers overloading his body he then starts throwing himself at religion again and Mike and jack get concerned because of Michaels history with all of that but he assures them he's fine and that he can tell it isn't happening again but they keep finding protection symbols around the house and other stuff like that and he insists on them wearing protection charms and uses the influx of missing people as the reason for his paranoia but every time he has a flair up the mark on his chest he got from gaining the powers kept growing and he tried to hide it as best as he could trying not to drag them into it

[controlledchaosetcetc]

Fully know I'm a rando online, you're not beholden to anyone for silly goofy yellow bunny time, and I think the english willy story came to a perfect end with the third one

However, I have literally been stuck thinking over how the hell you'd actually continue it since you posted this. Bc you're 100% right that the format wouldn't work going forward, so how would you do it? You seem to actually want to do more with the characters and stuff, so hopefully my brain deciding that this was its puzzle of the day maybe helps you figure out where you'd like to go with it.

Easiest problem is 3: It's not selling out if you're still enjoying it. If you wanna make more, go for it! If you don't, anyone bothering you can eat shit!

2 also isn't too difficult. You ended the previous one with Mike literally in front of a burning building. This one can have the climatic fire, and Mike sending "I lived bitch". If Willy can have a night on the town, who says you need to suddenly start sticking to canon.

1 is by far the most difficult and what I've literally been stuck thinking about off and on for hours and I blame you for having such an interesting creative challenge. Again, you're right that the appeal of Helloscully was the dramatic irony, and the 3rd one is the end of that series because the cat's out of the bag and it's not really funny anymore. Having Willy to begin with was making the best of a bad situation for the guy. Now though, it's too real, and dark jokes to lighten the mood definitely help, but the overall core of "we're speaking to a ghost and trying to help the guy" is changed to "we're speaking to the ghost of a serial child murderer".

You said you really enjoy the characters you made and that's why you want to go back, so I think shift it to there. It's not Helloscully making public posts about her friends and tumblr getting to watch, it's Helloscully and her friends in groupchats trying to cope with "holy shit what did we just walk into". You can still have tumblr/internet posting elements, because god knows tumblr would never fucking stop talking about this, but now it's people other than Helloscully covering the situation, making posts, maybe getting to invasive into her and her friends lives. Maybe someone exposes Mike's past and that's how it gets brought up?

TL;DR using more personal/private conversations and being more found footage-y (recordings, DMs, etc), as well as the internet beginning to obsess about the entire case of "Helloscully", with a story that leans more dramatic is probably the way forward. It is the 6th game after all, imagining realizing you're attracting all of these animatronics and having to learn all of this fucked family history you did NOT need to. Travis has Afton following him around now and it's not confined to his job anymore! Mike needs help and is offering free Taco Bell! This also isn't me saying abandon the funnies, these are stupid tumblr using gay 20-somethings, even after being horribly traumatized and probably putting themselves in the middle of a super dangerous situation they're going to find a way to make it incredibly unserious. You know they're going to be spamming copypastas of Mr. Hippo's speeches.

no clue if this helps in any way, or even what interests you as a creator! If that sounds bad, or at least not for you, ignore it!!

I’ve had a lot of people asking about potentially continuing English Willy with FNAF 6 and I really wanna. I really fucking wanna but I’ve written myself into a hole and I can’t get out unless I address 3 main problems:

1). Helloscully’s escapades were only funny because of dramatic irony. The comedy hinges on how absurd FNAF lore is from an outsider’s perspective. And even if they did get the full story from Mike, no tumblr user with morals would air out their irl friend’s dirty laundry ESPECIALLY if he was the son of a serial child murderer. So translating the story into autobiographical tumblr posts wouldn’t work as well

2). Mike dies at the end of Pizza sim and that’s just kind of a bummer. No way around it. Helloscully, Travis and Madison care about him now and there isn’t much comedic value in watching your friend be burned alive. I feel like this could be maybe worked around with the Blacklisted/Mediocrity/Bankrupcy endings

3) I specifically said I didn’t wanna sell out like the franchise did. This can easily be fixed if I abandon my principles but like. at what cost