#idk why this got the mature label

[twost3ps]

They’re about to hang out at Raphael’s bathhouse and take a dip in some springs

I think the archangels have their own districts in the city of heaven like how the sins have their own rings and Raphael’s is bathhouse themed. Why? Because I want it to be and i feel like he owns one. I have my reasons. Anyways im pulling this outta my ass cuz I just want him to own a bathhouse. It just feels right.

[randomalistic]

ATTENTION! THIS IS A

❤️💛💙GLOINK QUEEN APPRECIATION POST❤️💛💙

Totally not the only one I can draw..

I guess him too

[1-ufo]

I don’t suppose i really help my case in Simon seeing my Apple Pencil as a toy but I was playing with him with it and I noticed something. Look at his whiskers

What in the world even

[soupysoup2705]

I got his autograph he likes me guys

[yndrgrl]

katsuki bakugo is the only man who can help bunnygirl! you during heat.

established relationship. normal! au. first time as a couple.

warnings: nsfw, lowkey angst ngl, fellatio, praise, slight degradation, creampie

if you're here for the nsfw part, i marked it >:)

a/n: dude, idk why my last fic has that "mature" label 😭 also is this a hypersexual comfort fic? yeah.

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"are you okay? you look hot?"

"your forehead is on fire!"

"you look red. drink some water."

you've been hearing that non-stop all day. of course, you know that everyone has good intentions, but it was so annoying.

no, you didn't feel fine, nor did you feel sick. it was a strange, embarrassing thing to admit. in a world full of truly remarkable quirks, you just had to get a basic one. your quirk was rabbit. you know mirko? yeah, well you two are in the same boat.

you have floppy bunny ears the same color as your hair, a puff ball of a bunny tail, & muscular legs. all so cutesy & alright to deal with. the behavioral traits were what got you though. increased hearing, jittery/easily scared, & most annoying of all, the heat that came with it.

though it wasn't unusual to have heat, it was definitely not something you mention in a passing conversation. heat made it hard to focus on anything except for breeding & sex. your senses are enhanced, making clothes feel itchy at all times. your train of thought always derailed to live making. that's why you were prescribed heat repressant.

no side affects & it worked like a charm.

however, this month you forgot to stock up on them, & you just so happened to run out. you would've just skipped school to get some, but it was midterms, which comes with tests & presentations that simply could not be made up. it was either fail your classes or bite the bullet.

"oi! what's your deal?" someone barked at you. ah yes, your boyfriend of six months, katsuki bakugo.

"nothing," you said with annoyance. another thing about your heat is that you get irritable because of the overwhelming feeling of needing to do a certain activity. "don't worry about it."

taken aback, katsuki reached out for you & spun you around. your eyes welled with tears of frustration & utter embarrassment, the tips of your ears were red, & every thread of your clothes made your skin crawl. "hey, what's going on?"

"i-it's nothing, just leave me alone. class is about to start." you understood how much katsuki prides himself in his academics. you're not gonna be the one to drag him down; that's not very amazing-cool-awesome girlfriend of you, after all.

he wanted to say that he didn't care & let's just ditch class, but you both knew you couldn't. the exams were too important. luckily for the both of you, the last period of the day was study hall. most kids just skip it, starting their free time early.

just a few classes, then i can go get medication, that's not bad at all, i've been through worse, you thought in attempts to calm yourself.

yeah, but imagine how could it would feel to be absolutely railed, oh fuck, imagine katsuki-

you had to cut yourself off, he was standing right beside you after all.

your relationship with katsuki has been slow, healthy, & true. the most you two have done in the span of six months is make out, grind, & grope each other clothed. both of you saw a future together so having sex didn't have to happen right then & there. if it happens, it happens, but there was no need to have it to connect.

you didn't want you first time with the love of your life to be because of your current circumstances.

"did i do something?" he asked, making your ears twitch.

"no, it's not you," you reassured, "there's nothing going on." you both entered the classroom, & you could feel katsuki's worried stare focused on you the entire time.

you took exam after exam, which, in of itself, is a long, stressful process. the bell rang throughout the school, & your classmates shuffled out of the room to go to their last period. finally, it was study hall. you threw everything into your backpack without a care. you were practically panting.

throughout the school day, the pressure building inside of you only gotten worse. you couldn't stop thinking about katsuki. his god-sent body, his perfect face, his rugged voice. god, he turned you on so much-- too much, actually.

you felt bad for ignoring all of his texts throughout the day. if you didn't, however, you had a feeling you would've sent some embarrassing messages.

as you exited your class, someone grasped your wrist, dragging you out of the school. their touch lit you on fire. you knew exactly who it was. "let me go, katsuki."

"no, not until you tell me what i did!" he growled at you. he doesn't even realize how wet i am for him-

you had to shut off your thoughts, but that's easier said than done.

"i told you already. you didn't do anything."

"well something is going on with you. tell me what's happening," he raised his voice, a vice grip still hanging onto your wrist. you were getting overstimulated & overwhelmed. once again, you couldn't help the angry tears from forming. you couldn't help but hyperfixate on your panties brushing against your sensitive clit. you couldn't help that your nipples were painfully perked.

you can't just admit that though. it's such a stupid problem to you. you felt so wrong & disgusting for thinking about sex all day. "you wouldn't understand!" you finally yelled back. "you wouldn't get it."

he didn't respond. katsuki continued to drag you throughout campus, leaving you with your thoughts.

god, i made him mad, you mentally cried out. hopefully he'll hate fuck you then-

you want to rip out your own brain & throw it on the concrete. it was a constant cycle of that the entire walk.

a few moments later, you realized you were in his dorm, sitting on his bed with him across from you in his desk chair. both of your hands were in his as he brushed his thumbs against your knuckles. that alone gave you goosebumps. "please tell me what's wrong, baby," he said in a hushed near-whimper. "i'm worried about you."

"you really wouldn't get it, katsuki," you whispered, finally letting a few tears roll down your cheek.

he placed his index finger underneath your chin. he gently raised your head, your gaze following suit. the two of you locked eyes, his swirling with worry & yours sprawling in uncertainty. "then make me understand."

"it's my stupid quirk," you exasperated. you tried coming up with ways of how to say what you want to say without scaring him off.

"what about it?" he asked.

"you have such a nice quirk, you know," you started, avoiding his question. "it's just so much flashier & cooler than mine. there's already a rabbit hero!"

"what are you talking about? you do have a cool quirk."

"i'm a bunnygirl. nothing more. people already know what to expect-"

"what is this really about? you brag all the time how you get to come up with new ways to make your quirk yours," he countered, not convinced with your answer. "there's something more, isn't there?"

katsuki was so good at reading people-- at reading you. the other times you've confided in him, your voice lacked clarity, stability. why would it be different now? it wouldn't, that's why.

"yeah, there is," you admitted, tugging on his hands so he'd get closer. "i just don't know how you'll react or how to even say it-"

"it's fine. just tell me, i won't get mad or judge you or whatever," he assured. you began to cry even more, staining his dress shirt.

he smelt so good, i can feel his muscles through his shirt, he's so sexy-

"i need you," you muttered into his chest.

"what was that, baby?"

you glanced up at him, eyes glossy, lips pouted. "i need you."

katsuki's breath hitched, "what are you talking about?" yes, he's had theories about your quirk & its drawbacks. was this it? was his theory correct?

more tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you tried to explained, "i have... you know."

his cock stirred, scolding himself mentally for getting hard during a time like this. "have what?" he wanted you to say it, confirm his suspicions.

you took a deep breath. "i have this thing every month or so, & it just makes things so much harder."

"tell me." his stern voice sent shockwaves through you.

it made you obey him automatically, robotically. "i'm going through heat." a silence followed. "it's normal for people with quirks like mine to go through this. i usually have repressants! & i know this probably makes you so uncomfortable; i understand if you don't want to be-"

-- nsfw starts here --

katsuki cut off your rambling, almost offended. "don't ever say that. i want you, all of you."

"p-please don't say such things," you begged him as you felt your pussy throb. "i'm r-really trying to hold back-"

"let me take care of you, princess," katsuki purred, finger tips ghosting over your exposed thighs. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "do you want this, y/n? because i want you right now. if you tell me you don't want this, i'll stop."

all you could do is nod, your breath turning uneven.

"say it, y/n."

"i need you so bad. please, katsuki," you cried out as you rubbed your legs together.

he smirked into your neck before he started kissing your neck. you couldn't help but whimper. he noticed you holding back, so he bit your neck. he sucked hickeys all over your neck. your unsteady breathes turned into needy moans.

"t-take off my shirt, please-"

katsuki took in your demand by ripping it off your skin as if it were poison. he unhooked your bra, throwing it on the floor. "ah fuck," he groaned, cupping your breasts.

"are they o-okay?"

"you're fuckin' perfect, baby."

with one, he replaced his rough, calloused hand with his mouth. you grinder against his thigh as flicked your nipple with his tongue. "k-katsuki~"

he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "all mine," he growled in between. he nipped at the skin around your nipples. your neck & chest were soon littered with purple marks & bites.

"let me touch you," you begged & you began to fidget with the buttons of his shirt. "take this off~"

"so needy, aren't you, princess," katsuki teased, yet he gave into you. he threw off his shirt, looming over you. goosebumps pricked at your skin, all over your arms down to your legs. you found yourself trailing your hands all over his abs, his muscular arms, around his back. it was like your hands had a mind of their own.

you flipped the two of you around, so now he was under you. "c-can i please mark you?"

he let out a laugh of amusement, making your face turn a deep red. "you don't have to ask, baby," he told you. as a response, you mimicked his actions from earlier. your lips kissed all over his neck, leaving marks in its wake. you trailed down to his chest, then his abs then his v-line until you reached the band of his pants.

the entire time, he was groaning, feeding you praises that shot straight through your core. when you stopped, he looked down at you, & there you were, staring back at him with eager, wide eyes. he could read you so well. "go ahead, y/n. pull them down."

to which you did. you hands hooked both his uniform pants & his boxers. you pulled them down, & your mouth watered when his cock sprung out. "i-it's so big," you moaned; you meant to only think that, but you couldn't help it.

his mushroom tip beaded precum, his veiny shaft twitched in anticipation. "you see how hard i am for you? all for you," katsuki told you, watching your eyes dart to his then back down to his cock.

you started licking him to test the waters. you saw as his eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth agape, narrowed eyes. your licks evolved into you sticking his tip into your mouth. your tongue flicked around his cock. you crossed your eyes & whined when you tasted his precum. thanks to his quirk, it tasted almost sweet, salty, & god, was it addicting.

you bobbed your head up & down his thick rod. the tip hit the back of your throat while spit flooded your mouth. it was hard to breath, but you didn't care. having katsuki inside of you was more important than breathing. "slow down. you're gonna make me cum, good girl."

that was enough inspiration for you. you needed his cum. you forced your head all the way down his cock, your nose buried in his pubes. your eyes watered (for the fifth time today), & you stared into katsuki's eyes. both of his hands tangled themselves into your hair. "i'm gonna fuck that slutty, little throat, okay? just tap if it's too much," he informed, but he had a feeling you were going let him do whatever he wanted.

you moaned as a way to let him know that you heard him. the vibrations quivered his tip. "mmm, fuck. you're doing so good," he praised, jutting his hips forward the drawing them back.

his thrusts at first were small, in fear he was hurting you. however, as he looked down at you, your eyes rolled back, drool spilling out of your mouth, rubbing your aching clit for some sort of release, he couldn't hold back. he started using your throat as a fuck toy.

fast & rough, & all you could do was take it. take it, even though you're crying & it's hard to breath. "i'm close," he uttered out in between moans. his sultry voice turned a pitch higher in a humiliating tease, "you want my cum, baby? huh? c'mon, tell me you want it."

you choked out muffled, "yes please" & "cum down my throat please." he laughed at you trying to form sentences with your mouth stuffed. "such an eager bitch. fine, i'll give you what you want."

he thrusted his hips forwards, keeping your head in place. you face smushed against his hips. his cock twitched as he unloaded spurts of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, & strings of saliva mixed with his semen leaked onto your skirt. you looked back up at him, finding his cock still erect. "you look so surprised," katsuki said as he caught his breath. "i'm still so hard for you. after all, i told you i was going to take care of you."

"p-please have sex with me," you barely even whispered.

"what was that?"

"please-"

"i still can't hear you," katsuki told you, stroking his dick. he really knew how to push your buttons

"please fuck me, katsuki! i need it, i need you so bad~ i need your big cock inside of me," you blurted out. you finally let you stupid, nasty fantasies get the better of you.

judging from katsuki's smug expression, he wanted you to indulge in them. "alright, alright. you've been such a good girl for me. it's the least i could do," he shrugged before flipping you over so you were trapped under him. even in your most intimate moments, he was cocky. & god, did it make your pussy wet.

as he started to pull your skirt down, your hands shot to grab his wrists. "no, fuck me now, i can't wait. it hurts too bad," you whined, your glossy lips pouting.

"of course, princess," he said with a smirk. "whatever you want." katsuki's fingers dove under your skirt to push your panties out of the way. he held your legs up, placing your calves over his shoulders.

he lubed the tip of his dick with your juices by running it through your folds. "you're so wet for me, good girl."

"it's all for you, katsuki~" you purred, anticipation practically killing you. you felt pride as he turned his head to kiss the meat of your calf in approval.

"can't let it go to waste," he told you. he lined his thick, heavy cock with your entrance. something must've taken over you because, the moment it lined up with your hole, you shoved your hips forward with your entire body.

you let out a squeal of pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate for katsuki's lengthy cock. "shit, baby, you almost knocked me over," he chuckled as he readjusted. both of his hands were on your hips.

"shut up & fuck me," you growled at him. his cock twitched, brow raised in amusement.

"yes ma'am," he replied, "but remember you said that." from the get-go, his thrusts were powerful, immediately finding the cervix. your nails dug into his biceps down to his wrists. moans, whimpers, & screams spilled out of your lips.

katsuki took his fingers to your mouth & demanded in a low voice, "suck."

the action made you quiet down. he found your g-spot soon after, & you felt lightheaded. with his fingers down your throat, his cock abusing your most sensitive spot, & katsuki whispering dirty nothings into your ears, you shut your eyes & released all the tension building up.

"f-f-fuck, i-i'm cumming, katsuki," you rasped, voice having a small lisp thanks to his fingers. you squirted all over his abdomen, breath heavy & uneven.

he didn't stop though. he still rammed his big fuckin' dick in & out of you, not letting you calm down from your euphoric high. in fact, his hand that you slobbered all over found their way to your clit. he drew small circles around it. "ah, katsuki!" you moaned. "it's too much!"

"you'll be a good girl, & take it, won't you? i haven't cum inside you yet," he responded while his other hand pinched your nipples.

"i-i-i'll be a good girl, katsuki~" you slurred, speaking on beat with his thrusts. he made you cum three more times then you felt as his hips became more robotic, shorter, uncalculated.

"i'm cumming," he groaned through gritted teeth. "i'm cumming. fuckin' take all of it." thick jets of hot, white cum stained your walls. his dick pulsated inside of you. you came again; who could blame you?

he took a few deep breaths, collapsing on top of you as he pulled out of your pussy. cum spilled out of you & onto his sheets. he embraced you, whispering, "round two?"

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

whipped | lee jihoon

yo yo yo whassup i wrote this cute lil woozi fic bc hes so adorable and i'm in love with him ceo!jihoon x fem!reader warnings: mingyu literally gets hit by a car (he's fine lmao), jihoon is the cutest cutie known to man, reader is high-key whipped for him AS THEY SHOULD BE, idk if there's anything else pls lmk

You knew him first as the businessman who sat by the outside gate of the busy coffee shop on the corner of the street, sipping a hot cocoa while reading the paper. You got off the bus one ordinary day to see him looking at you -- dark eyes bright with curiosity, soft black hair blown back by the slight breeze, a broad hand on the handle of the mug. His cheeks turned red with embarrassment at being caught — and you were surprised at how endearing a man wearing a serious black suit could look.

And then a biker and a driver ran smack into each other in front of you, disrupting your eye contact.

You gasped and dashed across the street, kneeling beside the crumpled biker. He was a handsome young man, and you were relieved to see his eyes open, though dazed, and that he wasn’t bleeding anywhere.

You heard running footsteps, and then a curse under someone’s breath. Looking up, you saw him — small in stature, but large in presence, looking torn between hysterical laughter and worry. “Ah, Mingyu,” he groaned, the humor in his voice evident. “Again?”

“Sorry,” the biker said, rolling gingerly to a sitting position. “I’m not hurt.”

“You’re lucky,” you told him, helping him to his feet.

“Thanks,” said the biker, dusting himself off. He stood a head and shoulders above his friend, and was dressed a lot more casually, but he had a contagious smile and eyes that had an air of puppy-like excitement as they looked down at you and the businessman, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Were you looking where you were going?” the shorter man asked, looking up at his friend as though determined to be stern, fighting a laugh.

“I got distracted by something pretty,” he admits, looking down at you.

That was the last straw. The shorter man burst into laughter — an unbelievably adorable giggle that made your heart thump in your throat. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said through laughter.

“Thanks for being worried about me,” Mingyu said easily, patting your shoulder. “I’ll be okay now. Let’s go, Jihoon.”

And that was the next thing you knew him as — Lee Jihoon. It was a bit awkward when you followed them into the coffee shop, which had been your plan before Mingyu had been hit by a car. “Oh, you’re ordering?” Mingyu said to you. “Why don’t you sit with us?”

Involuntarily, you glanced at Jihoon. His dark eyes were still starry with curiosity, and you felt a rush of blood to your cheeks. “I don’t want to impose,” you said to them.

“Nonsense,” Jihoon said gently, addressing you for the first time. “Of course you should sit by us. Have whatever you like. I’ll pay.”

“No -“ you began to protest, but Jihoon shot you a look.

“I’ll pay,” he restated firmly, pulling a wallet out of his pocket.

The next hour had been surprisingly enjoyable. Mingyu was an eager, interested, engaging kind of person — but his companion intrigued you infinitely more. While Mingyu asked you questions about your background and family, Jihoon kept his eyes on you, listening and smiling but rarely interjecting.

You remembered how shocked he was when you had asked him questions about himself. At first, his answers were short and simple, but you found yourself asking follow up question after follow up question — perhaps to try and discover what it was about him that had captivated you so — and he slowly became more open. He shared about his family, his childhood, even his career as the owner of a successful music label. With every word, you became more endeared. Thoughtful, grounded, mature, but with a playful side hidden sometimes just in the corner of his grin or the light in his eyes, Jihoon was both incredibly easy to be around and a total surprise.

“He likes you,” Mingyu said when Jihoon had left to go to the restroom. “He’d never talk this much if he didn’t.”

You felt yourself blushing then. “He seems sweet,” you allowed, a smile stealing onto your face.

“He is,” Mingyu said, stretching his hands over his head. "And he's single."

You stupidly felt relieved at this. Mingyu could, evidently, see it in your face, because his grin only got wider. “Don’t worry,” he said conspiratorially. “I won’t tell him I told you.”

That meeting had ended with you three exchanging numbers, and that had turned in to you meeting up with him (and sometimes Mingyu) every day in that same coffee shop for breakfast. You got the sense somewhere in the many meals you shared that when he did speak, it was usually to coworkers and usually about business, but sharing about his life, his goals, his feelings was not something he got the opportunity to do often. And so you were absolutely fascinated by him -- his daily life experiences were enthralling when they came out of his mouth. He lit up around you in a way that made you feel special, and you loved listening to him talk. Before long, you'd fallen for him in a desperate way. You knew there was no way you'd ever recover.

You'd been trying to find the right way to tell him, but you always got so lost in him that it was difficult to squeeze a confession in. The amount of times you had typed out a text asking him on a proper date and then deleted it was embarrassing. You were so scared of losing what you had with him that you'd never hit send on a single one. Instead, you continued to meet him every day for breakfast, hoping your opportunity would smack you in the forehead (because knowing you, you'd probably miss it if it didn't).

Today when you arrive at the coffee shop, Jihoon is off his routine. His paper is folded on the table, and he is bouncing his leg and looking at the office buildings across the street like they have an important message emblazoned on their fronts. You try to keep your heart from turning over as he meets your gaze and an absolutely irresistible smile spreads over his face, realizing he isn't nervous -- he's excited. He motions to the seat next to him, and you jog over to sit by him.

“So,” he says as you sit. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound too eager. “Explain, then.”

He takes a deep breath. “Can you come to an event tonight?”

“Oh!” You exclaim, taken aback. “Um, sure.”

He looks at you seriously. “It’s very important to me that you come,” he says, his eyes glowing with intensity. “You will, won’t you?”

“Of course,” you assure him, while simultaneously wondering how anyone ever says no to him. Those eyes, that smile, those lips -- the way his jacket strains across his compact frame in that way that makes it impossible for you not to wonder what it would feel like to bury your face in his chest...

By the time you've realized you're zoning out, he's writing something down on a piece of paper -- an address. "You could just text it to me," you point out, laughing.

He grins. "I know, but this is more fun and mysterious. Please don't look up the address before you come -- I kind of want it to be a surprise. Promise?"

"I promise." Because honestly, you think to yourself, you'd do anything he asked.

<3 <3 <3

You show up to the address on the paper ten minutes earlier than he asked you to come, waiting outside of what looks like a luxurious club in your nicest red dress. A man in glasses and a suit steps out from the club, asking your name. You tell him, and he nods, ushering you to a stairwell in the alley that leads down to the basement of the club.

Your jaw drops upon entry. There’s a spacious room with a high ceiling from which hangs an intricately designed chandelier. The glittering jewels hanging from the fixture cast rainbows all over the room. The whole room is very Gatsby-ish, and you look around nervously for Jihoon in the crowd of people already thronging the medium-sized stage.

You find him almost immediately — as he strides out on the stage in a suit, with a bright red electric guitar slung over his shoulder. He begins to play, and you watch from the side of the stage, your eyes wide and enthralled. You are shocked. He is amazing. His nimble fingers play dizzying strokes that send goosebumps up your arms. Where is the sweet, shy, endearing man from the coffeeshop? This new Jihoon commands a stage like a general commands an army. He is powerful and confident and perfectly in his element.

And you've never been more attracted to anyone in your whole life.

After he finishes his first song, he steps up to the mic. “I’m not usually the one who performs,” he says, and you almost yell why not, “but in honor of five years of our company, I wanted to do something special to pay respect to our artists. I’ll be playing a new release, which will eventually be given to one of our groups, called ‘Maybe I'm Falling for You.'”

He begins to pluck out a gentle, beautiful melody on his guitar. Before you know it, your eyes are filling with tears as Jihoon makes a detailed confession to you through his song — speaking of how you helped him feel seen and special and how beautiful he thinks you are.

For a moment, your lungs stop working. It seems like they’re taking in the music instead of the air, and you feel a sweet kind of dizziness as you watch him bare his soul in front of this crowd of people.

As the song wraps to a close, Jihoon’s eyes are scanning the audience. He finally sees you. Giving you a half smile, he gives a small point in your direction.

You rush through the door he exits through, catching him just as he puts down his guitar and throwing your arms around him. “Did you like it?” he asks nervously, and you laugh, your eyes blurring with tears.

You take his face in your hands. “I loved it,” you say. “It was perfect. You are perfect.”

His hands rise up to your wrists, and he beams at you. "No, you are," he says. Then suddenly, he looks nervous. Looking around as though worried you’re being watched, he only stays still once you grab his tie. He looks down at you and gulps nervously. You laugh before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him softly on the lips.

You try to turn to leave, but he catches your arm. Spinning you around, he pulls you in by the waist and kisses you back, deeper and more soulfully than you kissed him. His arms at your back feel strong and comforting, and his lips begin to travel -- from your mouth to your cheek to your forehead and temples, even sneaking a neck kiss in here and there. You start to hear music in your head again as he stops, breathless, to press his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he says quietly, his chest heaving against your own. “I got a bit carried away.”

You kiss him square on the lips. “Do it again,” you say. He giggles before obeying.

[fizzy4president]

Posting a censored version of my drawing here cuz the original somehow got my account marked as explicit on my main.. 😭

Idk if I’ll get my account fixed. I mean idk why tumblr marked me as explicit, I added a mature label to it since artistic nudity is allowed as long as there’s a label, but for some reason that didn’t work.

I’m gonna be using this blog until I get my main fixed, if it even does.

Anyways, enjoy my lil render experiment with tiffany!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[satorusluver]

Idk why but I have noticed that it's almost only my Toji fics that got hit with the mature label. Is someone out there just like, offended I'm sexualizing this mf?

Like buddy, he does it himself. Look at that slutty, slutty shirt.

[mondstalgia]

Re the AiDi kissing/sniffling BTS scene: what do you mean by "they are ruining his career"? Who is "they" and why shouldn't I end their little lives?

Don't even get me started I am SO ANGRY. Okay so, Dian Dian took his girlfriend with him to their trip to Hainan where they held the NatLouis fanmeet (idk why and it isn't important why he did) anyway, they were sighted together at the airport and fans went rogue, going all "you betrayed us and Nat" (Nat was literally with them??) and "I spend so much money on you" ect ect all the crazy delulu shit. He then made a long post explaining how he wants to be authentic and not hide who he is and that he is also just a human being despite being famous (paraphrasing here). Overall it was a very mature, down to earth and honestly kinda poetic letter. A lot of Taiwanese and Chinese fans did not take it well. They labeled it as ignorant, as him rubbing his relationship into their faces..over all it was bad. His agency then made a separate post completely contradicting what he wrote in his letter (to 'save face' ig), basically stabbing him in the back by coming up with a lie of "she was just a friend and she was sick and he didn't want her to be alone so he invited her to come with them" which made no sense in the first place. It made things worse, fans ridiculed the situation even more, got even angrier. The agency ended up deleting their whole instagram. A week after Dian Dian made another post, this time a letter with a photo of him and his gf. It was really cute but also sad, he was announcing his relationship (along the lines of "of course she isn't just a friend, she is my girlfriend and I love her" so cutee) and basically he was asking people to stop the hate messages, especially toward her since she was not doing well mentally (hints of hurting herself) since the hate was so severe. Again it was written really mature, I was so proud of him. As to be expected, fans didn't take it well, claiming he was "blaming the fans" now even though he never did. Unfortunately both of his letters have been deleted and he was made to post a small paragraph of an apology. His company basically forced him to take back all his words and apologize to fans, it is horrible. Even now the haters think it was his idea to suddenly apologize and are still sending him hate, now thinking he's a hypocrite and that the apology seems insincere....it's all a mess and his agency has been nothing but unprofessional and unhelpful. So yeah "they" refers to the haters AND his agency. Chinese, Taiwanese and even Korean fans are being nothing but immature crazy people all over weibo and twitter, fansites have closed down, nearly 3K people unfollowed him and I don't even wanna know what everyone's saying online in detail.

[lollytea]

Not a day goes by that I don't think about how the Boiling Isles' complete lack of LGBTphobia effects how witches perceive sexuality and gender. Like it's not the only factor but I feel like the fear of societal judgement and internalized prejudice is a huge obstacle in discovering your own orientation.

So with that whole part avoided, I'm imagining that in the process in the Demon Realm is??? Much smoother sailing??? Like you might be a little confused at first but there's no shame tied to that confusion. Nobody is pressured into deciding on a label for themselves because labels don't exist. Thinking you're into boys for a while until realizing you're a lesbian is nbd here. Neither is thinking you're a lesbian and then realzing you're bi. Nobody judges you. Nobody cares. I just think it may provide you with a lot of clarity that you simply couldn't get in the Human Realm.

I've always headcanoned that while straight is considered the "default" in the Human Realm, most witches just assume they're bi/pan until they discover otherwise. (And not in a "bi-normativity" way, which is, wow, a terrible word I just made up there. But more in a "idk what gender I'm into yet. Or any at all. So I'll just say everybody for the moment" way.)

But I feel like, even if there's confusion, a good percentage of witches actually somehow figure themselves out relatively early. Like they'll be little kindergarten girls in Amity's library group who have not experienced romantic attraction yet but they already know that if they're ever gonna get married, it's gonna be another girl, cause nobody ever told them they couldn't. Some figure it out as preteens. Some are teens. It's probably one of the chillest aspects of maturing for them.

It's why I'm so interested in Hunter's little bi patch on his jacket and I love thinking about how he brought himself to this conclusion. Just thinking about a sheltered brainwashed kid like Hunter who feels deeply ashamed over so much about himself but his opinion in regards to sexuality has always being like "yeah boy, girl, neither, whatever, I don't care, I'm too busy hitting bad guys with my stick."

So when Luz finally explains to him and the other kids what sexualities even are, with the names and flags and everything, he just says "Bi" then and there, completely unfazed. This is bonkers to me. I think it's the best headcanon ever. He really does not care. Nobody ever told him that he should. But that being said, he sure does love having a little pride flag. Imagine living your whole life loving scrambled eggs. It's just another mundane part of you. But then suddenly you're transported to a world where you're celebrated for loving scrambled eggs. You've got your own little "I <3 scrambled eggs" badge of honor. You don't understand it. But it makes you feel very special and important. I imagine that's how Hunter feels with his little bi pride patch on his sweater.

[avianhasnodignity]

bro i got the "mature content" warning on my blog now? all i did was reblog something that had the label on it, idk why my whole blog needs to have the warning

[cosmicpoutine]

I’ve seen other nsfw art on tumblr before w like the same level that yours was I really don’t know why yours were removed. Will you get banned if you try posting it again? /gen

i might not get banned tbh? but i don't wanna risk getting my blog tagged as mature content because i don't really know how that works? idk if that's gonna suppress my posts or whatever so yeah

idk why my post got removed SO FAST, like seriously it was up for like 4 minutes, and the nsfw was under the cut, and i put warnings, and i put tags. i would understand if they had put a community label on it, but they straight up removed it from tumblr lmao

i've also had problems with tumblr tagging some innocent posts as mature because of weird comment, and it took a while for them to decide to remove it. i think tumblr could handle nsfw posts better but what do i know

[azzimations]

Day 20: Crowned

idk why this got labeled as mature the first time so second times the charm?? it’s legit just a mouse

[apompkwrites]

So I was thinking right, never a good thing, and then Kingscholar and Bucchi emerged from the deep recesses of my mind.

ok so Kingscholar has been in mwezi miji for a long time, and over that time, they probably physically changed a lot; they've probably grown taller. Depending on what type of work they've been doing, they've probably become a little toned. Stealthier, new and old scars aren't hidden like they would've been back with the Elders, their face has slimmed and matured, and I imagine almost every one of the residents of mwezi miji , know of Kingscholars little secret of being in the royal family.

I don't think they would care much; it's like that one town/village secret or crypted that everyone knows, but they don't really tell, and most people don't want to ask why they left as if they're willing to leave a pretty cushy life then it must've been pretty bad.

I imagine that when they first got to mwezi miji anytime a new visitor or guest, they sort of needed to hide or find a way to hide their face because I'm sure almost everyone has heard and seen the Lost posters of them, however as they age they defer a lot from that original poster and the following posters trying to guess what they would look like as they got older aren't always accurate, Kingscholar laughs at the inaccuracies sometimes. Still, they no longer need to hide as much. Of course, if it's royal guards or someone closer to the royal family, they'll hide as the chances that they'll get recognized increase, and they'd rather not.

When they got an invite to NRC, they were confused, why them??? the self-image issues aren't fully treated yet, but with the council of the other villagers and the twins, they did some maths knowing that when they left, Leona was still in NRC and would probably be graduated by the time they entered. They ended up accepting, they would be using Atiena's last name instead of Kingscholar, and Atiena would be labeled as their parent, many other people have their first name they'll be fineeee right.

the Registration/Dorm matching thing I forgor what it's called they got put in Savanaclaw, cool, fun, funky, and they turn to go sit down and shock horror, holy fuck, that's Leona, why is he still there what, and he's looking not happy, send help, they are in desperate need of it, so they go to sit down trying to hide their face with their hood and look down as they walk past only for Leona to grab their arm with a vice grip muttering "we're talking later." it a not so enthusiastic tone.

so afterward, he's dragging (name) around, trying to find a place to talk; they pass through a very crowded area, someone bumped into him, and his grip loosened a bit. He felt their arm leave his grasp, he turns around to grab them again, but they have vanished; he tried looking to find them, but they were gone, and he couldn't use their scent since there were so many people.

Turns out they hid behind the first person they were able to, and guess what it was Bucchi(Name). Alarmed by the person hiding behind them, they turned around and was like, "wtf", and Kingscholar just explains it as they pissed off the dorm leader. Bucchi found great entertainment in this and asked how tf that happened, kingscholar just shrugged, "idk" and said that they needed to hide, Bucchi, in their rebellious phase(/j) and looking to piss off a person in authority, said, sign me up, and that's how they became besties in 5 minutes of knowing each other.

every day in Savanaclaw is a stealth mission for Kingscholar(Name). They have, in fact, almost walked into their room with Leona waiting for them inside; they always open it a slight bit before realizing Leona is there before both Leona and Kingscholar(Name) book it, Leona does because Kingscholar always runs away from him. He knows that they'll do it, and he's trying to catch them, but they always manage to just escape him.

Leona chases them around because he wants to interrogate them; I feel like he would hold off on telling the elders or Falena about (Name) because he wants to know why exactly they left like they did before he did; he wants to know if there was a solid reason that they should know, he wants to know if he needs to tell Falena immediately and (Name) runs because they just aren't ready to face their brother at the moment and also their first instinct when they are being stared at or chased is to be on guard, hide, and run

of course, there is a time and a place for the chase between the siblings; if it's class it probably wouldn't be happening because Leona is skipping also because they have different classes, if they're walking to class, they both just don't try though (Name) is on guard and ready to bolt, lunch/dinner is off limits don't even try, conversations are awkward though

There were times Leona caught (Name), though Bucchi(Name) has always conveniently been there and managed to get (Name) out; it's a talent, and it's show-stopping

I don't know what else to add. My brain just emptied lmao here is what I was able to extract from the recesses that they emerged from

also off-topic, but I just learned that Rook has 5 brothers, 3 older ones and 2 younger ones making him a middle child, meaning Hunt(Name) has 6 brothers I-

waaaaah ok ok first off love talking about mwezi miji my lil babies <333

yes, everyone in mwezi miji, at the current time we have the fic, knows of lil kingscholar's royal background. the flyers were the first to be distributed in an actual timely manner to the outlands, mainly because the elders don't like associating with them and involving them in "civilized" matters (that's what they say, anyway).

but everyone in mwezi miji also knows that something has to have happened for kingscholar to run away. just a lil hint at the new chapter i plan to write, the twins, nuru, and atiena all know about lil kingscholar's reasons for running away. and because atiena knows about it, the rest of the village understands that it is a private matter but still welcome the lil lion with open arms :D

as for the invitation to NRC, that's another aspect that i will include in the fic! maybe to the next chapter but probably the one after. yes yes lil kingscholar would be extremely confused about why they're being invited to NRC.

and leona would def immediately recognize lil kingscholar. although he wouldn't remember their face, namely because they haven't seen each other in so long and lil kingscholar has changed so much, but he would recognize their smell. its a bit muted because of mwezi miji but it's there and it's sending leona into a spiral. it's that familiar smell that makes him homesick, all because he hasn't seen his beloved sibling in a while.

but lil kingscholar wouldn't want to talk to leona when he requests it. and i love the idea of them meeting lil bucchi because of it :O like lil bucchi just wants to piss of authority, especially royalty.

leona also just wants to talk. he wouldn't want to tell falena or the elders especially, like you said. he wants to get to the bottom of what happened. he wants to know why his sibling ran away. why falena was reduced to nothing but panicked wheezes and cries when he went home in his first year of NRC. but lil kingscholar won't let him know. and i'm sure it'll get to a point where he's extremely frustrated by it :(

[earth4angels]

Nattie! i think i know why baby, i'm yours doesn't have as much notes as ur other fics!?

it got labled mature when you posted it, and usually those posts are hidden by default for some tumblr accounts (mostly ios ones) unless you manually change it in your settings. it usually causes the posts with the mature labels to disappear from tags and 'based on your likes' dashboards :>

here's the post that i looked at!

either you accidentally clicked the mature lable when u posted it or the tumblr team thought baby, i'm yours's sweet fluff would get everybody horny for jace not far off

all the love and hugs🤗 it was an amazing fic as usual! <33

YEAH MY SETTINGS ARE FINE! i have everything off bc i don’t mind i think tumblr just thought i was gonna go all full descriptive sex??? idk exactly what the reason was tbh.. ima do another check on my account bc i don’t want my future work to be marked as that when it’s not needed 😔

thank u bby <33

[zombiigrll]

idk why my new post got labeled for being mature i was just talking abt writing 😿