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everydaythings7807 · 1 year ago
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when I say mlb I mean miraculous ladybug not baseball. who goes on tumblr for baseball. don’t tell me where they lurk I don’t want to know
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certifiedducky · 11 days ago
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shoutout to the person who dm’d me a paragraph about why the bee miraculous should’ve been removed from the show altogether and then blocked me😭
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isame-allen · 11 days ago
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Happy new year y’alls :D
It’s the year of the snake so enjoy snake ink!
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oappleofmyeye · 8 months ago
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I apologize for blowing up anyone’s notifications. It will probably happen again unless you tell me to shut the fuck up.
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thegoblinpit · 7 months ago
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Me? Trust the government?
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icejjfishesz · 10 months ago
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I don’t think it’s fare to say that having sex with a strap is “sad”. Sure, some people can’t come that way and there are other parts of lesbian sex but the strap can also be another important part. Just like the people who like to use a vibe during!!
i never said that having sex with a strap in general is sad, only when lesbians/wlw feel like it’s the only way to have sex or the “right way”. it differs between relationships (just like all intimate things) whether or not a strap is an important part to sexual satisfaction and like i said it can be fun! what is not fun is seeing people hate on beautiful parts of loving women which is mainly what i was talking about.
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woundedheartwithin · 11 months ago
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Something y’all need to know about me is, if I message you or tag you or send you an ask or comment or address you in the tags, I am NOT expecting an answer! Not ever, and I mean that. I will not get upset if you never reply to it, and this is for two reasons:
1. I know intimately how stressful and scary and exhausting notifications can be, especially when you’re not feeling so great mentally/physically/emotionally, and I will automatically assume this is the case if I don’t get a reply, even if I see you actively posting on my dash
2. I have already forgotten that I sent you something
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elsweetheart · 2 years ago
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honestly a lot of the newer basketball!abby drabbles i see are for a chubby reader (and not to sound rude ofc) but you don’t seem to rlly write for a chubby reader? if that makes sense? 😭
i don’t write any physical descriptions of peoples body types because i designed basketball!abby to specifically not have a type and love all bodies. reader can absolutely be chubby, and i don’t feel like most of my drabbles specifically exclude that possibility. idk, i was just sharing the frustration because i wasn’t receiving any requests or whatever for her whilst others were and i just want credit where it’s due. hope that doesn’t sound mean or bitchy or anything !!!!! i just love to write her and i’m proud of the jealous girl fic which i feel like kicked things off for her a lot !!!!! 🩷🩷🩷
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godsweakestsoldier · 1 year ago
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Cannot go out to a restaurant or bar with a feminine friend and not be confused for either her boyfriend or girlfriend
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itsalwaysforyou · 2 years ago
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i cannot STAND epithets in fanfic ‘the brown haired girl’ JUST SAY THEIR NAME.
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dreamsofanoldgod · 3 months ago
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i feel awful accepting your money while we are doing this
it makes me feel dirty and not in a good way
i just want everything to end up ok for us
and that seems like a slippery slope
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venusandsaturnsrings · 3 months ago
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chat how do we feel about anal
this actually made me cackle i hope u know that came outta left field in my inbox?? me personally, i’m pro anal which sounds weird but is the truth. i’m especially partial to anal in the context of double penetration or for the purpose of inflicting pain!! this is a safe space for anal enjoyers i promise.
side note, calling ME chat on MY blog?? sacrilege. YOU’RE chat do not get it twisted… for shame, anon…
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carbonateds-oda · 2 years ago
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me slowly backing away from the hellfire I created by accidentally typing lanky instead of lazy
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guys I love y’all’s cute hcs but ngl I gen believe that it’d b more likely for chuuya to have dragged himself back home post corruption than it is for dazai’s lanky ass to have carried him back
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kbwrites · 6 months ago
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The Lord's Favorite CH.2
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synopsis: "He was both a monstrous force of vengeance and your savior, intertwined in a tempest of passion and fury.."
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⚝content: trueform!Sukuna x fem! reader, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood and gore
⚝wc: 1.5k
⚝a/n: I'm still shocked this got as much attention as it did! Thank you for reading, I hope this next part pleases you.
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“Please, do your best to remain still,” Uraume chides gently. They press the cotton swab soaked in alcohol to your face, the stinging sensation causing you to wince as it penetrates the cuts on your cheek. Uraume offers a sympathetic glance. “I apologize for this…”
“You don’t need to-“
“Please.” They say firmly “I was aware of the tension between the servants, I... never thought they would do something to harm one of their own.” Uraume’s voice wavers slightly. They move to the wounds on your arms.
The door to the chamber swings open, and Sukuna stands in the threshold, leaning one arm nonchalantly against the doorframe. He surveys your battered form sitting on the edge of the bed—a trace of annoyance etched on his face. Uraume rises swiftly to bow before the king, but he dismisses the gesture with a casual wave.
“My lord, I’ve treated her as best as I can.” Uraume reports.
Sukuna’s gaze shifts to your face, his demeanor cold yet betraying a hint of concern.
“Are you in any pain?”
“No.. my lord and I’m sorry-“
“You are not at fault.” He interrupts you, his voice firm as he strides over, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. Clad in a black robe with a purple sash tied around the waist, his rippling muscles are visible through the cascading fabric. Uraume steps back, offering a brief bow before exiting, leaving you alone with him.
He scans your face with a piercing gaze, lowering himself to your level. His eyes drift to your empty wrist, narrowing with a mix of concern and intensity.
“Where. is it.” He demands. Your eyes widen as you realize the bracelet you were given today was missing.
“I… it must have fallen off when they attacked me” You piece together aloud. 
“So they would harm you as well as steal…” Ryomen’s voice grows taut with anger he clenches his fist, body tensing up. He rises from his kneeling position, figure looming over you.
“Are you able to stand?” He questions lowly. You nod.
“Good. We will be going now.”
You look up at your king, his expression is unreadable, but there’s an unmistakable intensity in his eyes—a silent promise of retribution. 
You lag behind him as he strides purposefully down the dimly lit  hallway. The evening light leaks through the dark red curtains of the hall, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. Each step of his echoes with a menacing authority. He stops abruptly at the entrance to the servants quarters. Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze intense and unwavering.
“Do you wish to watch?” He inquires, voice low and steady.
“W…watch?” 
“Yes, do you wish to watch as I kill the ones who hurt you.”
“I—“ your heart races, Was this really happening? “No… my lord I do not.” You speak quietly. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond, opening the door to the room.
The servants look upon him in reverence… or fear. Ryomen Sukuna did not bother himself with his servants, so seeing him generally meant bad news. He scans the room at the trembling help who shrink under his scrutiny, ‘utterly pathetic..’ he thinks. Their eyes drift to you, standing behind him. Ryomen shoots you a sidelong glance, awaiting you to point out your offenders. 
You look up at him, conflicted. Do you really wish for them to die? He scoffs as if reading your mind.
“You would protect them, even after what they did to you?” He sneers.
 He directs his attention back to the line of servants, all bowing their heads in fear. His gaze lands on one woman, and he notices the bracelet on her wrist—identical to the one he had painstakingly crafted for you.
At the sight of the bracelet, his demeanor changes abruptly. His expression darkens with a fierce intensity. With a swift motion, two of his arms encircle you, gently but firmly covering your eyes.
“Do not open them, until the screaming stops.”
Screams of horror reverberate through the room. You hear slashes mingling with the sound of Sukuna chuckling darkly. All the while two of his arms remains protectively around you, shielding you from the brutality he’s inflicting upon the ones who dared to harm you.
The screaming fades, his breathing slows, upper left arm lowers from your eyes.
“It is done.” And as your eyes slowly open, the sight before you is gut-wrenching. Blood and carnage litter the servant’s chambers. You clasp your hand  over your mouth as you fight back a gag. 
Ryomen looks at you, a hint of annoyance for your lack of appreciation. You gaze upon his bloodied form, he was covered in it. He wipes face, turning his back on the lifeless bodies.
“Let’s go; I require a bath and new clothes.”
You sit on the edge of the porcelain tub, adding oils and dried petals. The act of bathing Lord Sukuna had become quite routine. And yet every time he entered the room your heart would skip a beat. He stood at over six feet tall, his four muscular arms and broad, chiseled chest commanding attention. The tattoos that adorned his toned body only added to his already imposing presence.
He strides confidently over to the bath, crimson eyes never leaving yours. The scent of lavender and roses wafting through the tiled room. He lowers himself into the water, groaning as the hot water enveloped his powerful frame.
You grab a sponge, wiping the dried blood from his chest. Ryomen leans his head back against the edge of the tub, sighing in relief under your touch. He’s quiet for a moment, only the sound of the water sloshing around echoes throughout the room. One eye opens slightly to observe you, your gentle hands erasing the evidence of his carnage. Massaging away his stress and tension. He speaks in a low, commanding voice.
“Join me.”
You abruptly cease your movements, looking at him in disbelief.
“You mean—“
“In the tub, yes.” You hesitate, glancing nervously between him and the water. Knowing it was not wise to disobey your king, you begin to shed your clothing, covering yourself modestly as you allow the bathwater to cloak you. You settle on the opposite side of the tub, his eyebrow quirks in mild annoyance.
“I will not harm you.” His voice almost… gentle.
You move closer to him. Albeit too slow for his taste, one arm pulls you towards his chest, settling on the small of your back. The unprecedented position of intimacy with your lord both thrilling and unsettling.
“Are you… unhappy with my actions today?”
"No… my lord." It was partly true. You were still reeling from the events that had transpired. The king to whom you had dutifully bowed had unleashed his fury... for you? The man you willingly served, had been so enraged by your injuries that he had taken the lives of those who wronged you. He was both a monstrous force of vengeance and your savior, intertwined in a tempest of passion and fury..
“Good.” Another hand reaches to stroke your hair, a touch so feather light you wondered if he thought you’d break. “I… do not wish for you to be unhappy.” He speaks softly. His finger traces your jawline. You shiver under his touch, but don’t pull away. If your heart were to beat any faster you feared it might give out altogether.  His hand trails down to your chest, placing his palm flat against the valley between your breasts.
“Your heart is racing…Are you frightened of me?” He questioned, feeling the rhythm quicken beneath his touch.
“F…frightened?” You try to keep your voice from shaking, but it betrays you quivering with uncertainty.
“It is understandable; I could kill you right now.” He grins as his words make your heart beat even faster. “I am merely stating a fact. Do not think of it.” His gaze travels from your face to your chest, lingering at the point where the water begins.
He stands up, water dripping down his body, your gaze travels down his abs to his v-line. He only grins as he sees your curious eyes widen at his lower half. It was quite hard not to look when he was so… big. The screams from his bedroom made sense after you were called to his bath the first time. 
“You are permitted to touch.” He declares, snapping your out of your daze, a shaky hand comes up to feel his abs. He groans softly under your nimble fingers, feeling his muscles tighten in response. He was a work of art, as if the gods themselves sculpted his figure.
You knew that after his bath, Lord Sukuna would typically summon one of his concubines to his chambers. This would inevitably result in several hours of indecorous moans and pained screams, audible through the door connecting your room to his. As his servant, you wanted to adhere to your place, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder... what it would be like to bask in your lord’s presence in such an intimate way.
“My lord, shall I summon someone to… attend to your needs?” 
He only chuckles darkly, one arm reaching down to gentle cup your face. His crimson eyes feasting upon your wet, naked form committing this scene to memory.
“No need,” He murmurs, his voice deep and resonant.
 “I believe your presence is precisely what I crave.”
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taglist! (I know a lot a people in the previous post asked for a part two but idk if that meant you wanted to be tagged, lmk!) @haruchi-slit @gg-trini @pastelbunnelby @cauqhtz @shadava
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rinsei · 1 year ago
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you know you guys can talk to me about anything right …
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selfconsumerofmywoes · 1 year ago
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been seeing a lot of magpies in front gardens recently - wonder if people chilling in their living rooms are confused as to why a stranger has supposedly saluted at them as they walked past their windows
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