#if you don't agree with that or have a problem with it PLEASE fucking block me

[enobariasteeth]

hey tumblr, why are pro-Zionism posts/accounts popping up on my following feed? When I'm not following those accounts, nor have I interacted with any of that shit?

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you seriously, actually ship it?

Okay. Lets talk. Because apparently some of you are defending... well... "that" (under the cut)

"He's autistic! It was a stim!"

If you genuinely think that this has ANYTHING to do with autism, you are an objectively stupid person. Like, your brain is so fucking smooth, it puts the surface of freshly tempered glass to shame. You're a barely functional reprobate with subhuman intelligence who has no idea how to form thoughts so you let a 50 year old billionaire who spends too much time on his phone decide your thought process for you.

"He was throwing his heart out to the crowd!"

Now, I don't really play baseball, basketball, netball, or any sport where you throw anything other than sometimes darts, but... is that how you throw? You perfectly extend your arm at that angle? Twice? After spending years posting tweets that very much align with Nazi viewpoints? Do you throw a pitch in baseball and scream SIEG HEIL as the ball hurtles towards your opponent? No. Stop being a fucking idiot. This was deliberate. He did it twice.

"He's autistic! He doesn't know better!"

Please comment if you actually think this so I can personally call you a stupid cunt and block you. We absolutely do know better. Autism and Nazism aren't mutually exclusive.

"You're inhibiting his free speech!"

1st amendment only applies to censorship from government positions of power, which I am not, as should be obvious from the fact that I have no power to censor him. Though I shouldn't have to explain that.

"Well, he's gonna get away with it so stop being so sensitive!"

Yes. He is. But that's not a flex, that's A FUCKING MASSIVE PROBLEM. Call me sensitive if you want, but absolutely every single one of you should be offended by this. Did you pay attention in history class, or were you too tired after a long night of being fucking railed raw and bone dry by propaganda on Twitter? Moron.

"Well, he's rich and you're not, so there!"

Yep. Got me there. He's rich, and I'm not. Yknow, Hitler and a lot of Nazi officers were pretty minted too. So was Epstein, King Leopold, Stalin, Jimmy Saville, every MP currently serving in parliament... but sure, they're great people because they're rich, right?

"You're just a stupid offended libtard!"

Google "The Holocaust".

"Well, you're still using his app!"

His app? You mean the one he bought, then fucking ruined because he has no idea how to run it, right? And you because its basically impossible to find mutuals as a vtuber without it, you knew that, right? "His" app, please, you probably think Ronald McDonald makes your burger when you order McDonalds, you moron.

"If we punish Elon for this, then that's a violation of the first amendment!"

You mean like banning tiktok, removing any and all talk of election rigging, then putting it back up the next day? Or maybe like deleting any criticisms of you and your nazi salutes under your recent tweets despite it blowing up everywhere else? Or does that not count because its something you agree with? Yeah. You've been cucked harder than Sneako and you don't even realize it. Elon and his government buddies are leaving your free speech rights looking like this

Aaaaanyway

I find it well and truly laughable that so many people like Elon will say all this insane shit and do all these fucking heinous things and people will defend them. Like how that gun woman who shit herself says stuff like "I'm not homophobic, I just think gay people are disgusting and that they should die" or that comedian nobody finds funny anymore spends hours whining about trans people but says he's not transphobic.

Lets all be on the same page for once and have the balls to say what we actually think. Elon got so close, but being a spineless edgelord who doesn't have the balls to just say what he thinks out loud is quite the weakness.

[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

Can you please do a Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair x Male Reader imagine? Where Reader is from a popular family of hybrids and tribrids, where Reader is a Vampire, a Witch and a Shapeshifter. And the three of them became roommates temporarily because there were no more available rooms for him in the boys' dormitory.

Tri-problem (Male)

Art by TanyaF2022 on X/Twitter.

You sigh as you feel the bumps of the road as the family chauffeur, Jack drives you to Nevermore Academy. You pull out your phone and start swiping on Instagram to see all your "friends" stories and whatnot. Rolling your eyes you start to block them all one by one. "Are you okay young sir?" Jack asks as he looks at you in the rearview mirror. "I told you to call me Y/N," you said annoyed. "But if you must know I'm just annoyed. Why am I being punished for something that my parents agree was the right action?" "Well, I doubt the school board was happy to hear you almost ended the life of your classmate," Jack said causing you to roll your eyes. "Please. No one would've missed him. He deserved it. He assaulted Normies to feed his ego. There is no excuse for that." "Yes, but you decided to, hex him, suck out almost two liters of his blood, and shapeshifted into a silverback gorilla to break both his arms," Jack said flatly. "And?" You said as if it wasn't a big deal. Jack just sighed.

"Well Mister L/N your father had informed me of your... predicament," Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore said as you sat across from her. "We have had your uniform custom made as your family requested but... I- uh..." she stumbled over her words causing you to raise an eyebrow. "We have no space in the boy's dormitory... and well... since you have no family in Jericho... I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the girls dormitory..." "You gotta be kidding me..."

She was indeed not kidding... here you were... standing in front of a dorm in Ophelia Hall... "Fuck my life..." You sigh and knock. Not like you had a choice all your stuff was there... "Enid. The door," you heard a flat cold muffled voice on the other side of the door "Coming~" you heard a second, sweeter warmer muffled voice. Soon the door was opened. "Hello...~ oh- I don't think I know you... have I seen around?" The girl asked her wide smile which showed off her sharp canines never faltering. She was about 5'2, had fair skin, rosy cheeks, pale blue eyes, blond hair with pink and blue tips, a pink sweater with white and maroon diamonds, a maroon skirt, and white thigh-high socks. You see that inside the dorm another girl was sitting at a desk writing in a typewriter. She had pale skin, black hair that was tied into two even braids, anthracite eyes, and a blank yet focused expression. She wore a pair of black boots, black jeans that went over the boots, a black shirt with white stripes that were slightly above her belly button, a black shirt with Ghostface on it that was the same length as the undershirt, a black vest, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Before you were able to answer the blond girl's question, the ravenette turned and looked at you, her cold piercing gaze locked with your gaze as she spoke. "Y/N L/N. Correct?" Her voice was cold and monotone. "...Y-Yeah..." You mumble as the blonde's expression lit up. "You're our new roomie!" She exclaimed grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Now inside you, we're able to see the room clearer. It was split in half, the spider web window was only halfway filled with color on, what you assume is the blonde's side, the other side had no color and was just normal glass with no tint. The blonde's side of the room was very colorful. Her bed frame was white and her blanket was splattered with multiple colors, her bed was on top of a puzzle-like rug with each piece being colored differently, ribbons were hanging from the ceiling, and a desk littered with notebooks, markers, pens, etc. A bean bag chair, posters, and so much more. The ravenette's side was the complete opposite. There was a lamp, a black cello, a black sheet music stand, a desk with a black typewriter, a black bed, and a black leather chair. All your stuff was neatly set in a corner of the room. The blonde let go of her hand as she looked at you her grin somehow wider. "My name is Enid Sinclair! I'm a Fur, AKA a werewolf! Nice to meet you roomie!" Enid said excitingly as she went to the ravenette and grabbed her cheeks making her look at you. "This is Wednesday Addams! She may look gloomy but she's a softie!" Enid exclaimed before Wednesday leaned away scowling. "...Nice to meet two..." You mumbled. "So~," Enid said as she leaned closer to you so close you could feel her breath on your face. "What are you? Fur, Scales, Fangs, Psychic, or something else?" She asked curiously. "Personal space Enid," Wednesday reprimanded her from her chair causing Enid to lean back pouting muttering "I was just asking..." under her breath. "I'm a tribrid... I'm part Vampire, Witch, and Shapeshifter," You explained as Wednesday stood from her typewriter. "Your family is known for that are they not?" Wednesday asked rhetorical. "Your family is known for giving birth to Hybrids and Tribrids," She said monotone with her cold expression. "Yeah... they are," you said as Wednesday nodded. "Weems had informed us of your... incident. Try to behave yourself," Wednesday said as she headed for the door. "Unpack and try not to make a mess of things," she said before leaving. "She always like that?" You ask. "Pretty much," replies Enid.

As the next two weeks passed you got accustomed to living with the two. You found out that Enid would try and snoop when you were on your phone or laptop to find something to put on her blog. When you caught her she blushed and turned away but after that day she would randomly ask to things, favorite color, would you rathers, song taste, etc. You got used to "Addams schedule," as Enid calls it. Basically when she did her writing when she wanted to be left alone, when she would leave for coffee, etc.

As time went on Wednesday had admitted she got used to your presence and even let you watch her write. Yoko, a fellow vampire and friend of Enid said that most Vamipres have a calming presence around them. Ironic. So since Wednesday hadn't really spent a prolonged time near vampires she was getting a heavy dose of it.

Enid on the other hand would paint your nails, do your hair, take you on friend dates, etc. You would talk to her about werewolf stuff, since you had cousins who were part werewolf you could relate in some aspects. After five months of living with the roommates, Weems came to visit.

"Hello girls, and Mr. L/N." "Yo," you did a two-finger salute from Enid's bed, your head in her lap as she dyed the tips of your hair. "I have news, one of the boys has moved out of his dorm as his parents found a suitable house in Jericho, so that means that Mr. L/N here will finally be moving to the boys' dorm. Fun!" Weems said with a smile but Enid stood up causing your head to fall onto the mattress. "What!? B-but he can't- I mean-," Enid stammered but Wednesday spoke I'm her usual monotone and cold tone. "What Enid is trying to say is we don't wish for Y/N's leave. He's been here for six months now. We have grown attached. So much so," Wednesday said as she stood from her desk and walked over to you, who had sat up. She cupped your face, causing you to raise an eyebrow, she then leaned down and kissed you softly. Her hands were cold to the touch. Her lips were soft and plush and tasted like coffee. Wednesday soon pulled away and looked at Weems. "We've started a polygamous relationship," She said as she looked at Enid who was blushing. Enid quickly walked over to you and kissed you as well. She was nervous, unlike Wednesday. Her lips were warm and soft. They also tasted like milk tea. Weems blinked a few times at this action. "W-well... this certainly complicated things..." she said as she looked at you. "I will... talk to your mother... see what she says about this...," She spoke before leaving. You were flustered and confused. The room was silent for a few seconds before Wednesday spoke. "I have him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We share Sunday." "T-that works..." Enid mumbled. "The fuck just happened?" You ask as Wednesday rolls her eyes. "You just got two girlfriends."

[whowrotethenote]

𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚…

Anything that's already up is staying up. I'm not deleting anything. You can kiss my ass. Eat dirt. Talk to God about it cause LaLa don't care. Block me if you have to.

Biggest Fan // I am going to see it through to the end. It was the first fic I posted and it seems to be the one everyone loves the most. It was coming to a close anyway. Not posting anymore visuals of him though. I’ll use his first name and imagine it’s someone else. It’s a story. Same way I don’t even condone what the two main characters are doing and am still writing it, is the same way I can finish the story and imagine Joe as someone else because I don’t support the original face claim. Reading is subjective. So you’ll interpret how you want anyway. Once it’s completed writing for Joe/Roman is clipped. Over with.

The Tribal Killer // Changing the last name of Roman as to not associate it with Joe. In my head it is someone else and I’m open to suggestions of other face claims (preferably similar to appearance in Joe because it fits the story’s description of him).

Any other fics I've been working on and haven’t posted yet, i'll just have to find other men as face claims and change the names.

Let’s pray to the most high that the twins are smarter than their cousin and keep quiet so I can post this Jey oneshot soon.

I wanna be clear that this blog does not support Joe or Roman any more. As a black woman I have to take a stance and draw a line. Being neutral and indifferent is not something I can afford as a minority. Silence also speaks volumes. If you're not apart of the solution you are apart of the problem.

People are dying, families being stripped apart all under Trump's administration. This mf has taken away the department of education. Closest endorser did a fucking Nazi salute on national television. Talks of martial law being declared. It couldn't be more blatant and in our faces than it is today. That project 2025 will be a bitch for anyone who still thinks politics is as simple as a difference in opinion. Me not caring whether someone lives or dies is not an opinion. It's a declaration with possibility of action. Trump is not just coming out of his mouth and saying he does not care for the well being of minorities, he's doing something about it. Period. And say it with me 🗣️ politics are not rooted in opinions they are rooted in beliefs. My father and uncles are politicians so I’m not chatting shit. These people push laws based on beliefs. They believe that a fetus is a person so they’re altering abortion laws to fit under murder. An opinion would be “I personally wouldn’t get an abortion.” Not pushing laws and declaring it murder. Be fr.

Everybody keeps trying to deep the context and talking about how he didn’t exclusively say “I voted for Trump.” I thought we were all readers lol. Please use your context clues. What do you think was meant by “clear choice.” Even “I support our president,” knowing who sits in that seat is insane. He said a whole bunch of nothing when he should’ve just said…nothing. It was irresponsible given his audience/fanbase. A simple “no comment,” would’ve sufficed. Then maybe y’all could get away with what he didn’t say exclusively and I’d understand. I get he said he doesn’t agree with everything that Trump does—but what he’s done and is still doing are too extreme to still support no matter what. And then that orange bitch getting an Ula Fala… yeah I see what’s going on here lol.

Also wanna be clear that I don’t hate Joe. I hate Trump so anyone who is indifferent or not clear and on the fence about him I have to take a step back from. I am disappointed and disgusted and I have every right to be. But hate is a strong word, especially for someone who is just ignorant or trying to save face for the sake of financial reasons. Not making excuses for Joe just calling it as I see it.

If you choose to still watch Mania/write about him that's your business. Not my job to micromanage grown ppl on the internet. I won't go around bashing ppl and I don't support that either.

All my mutuals, and other writers I’ve connected with—y’all know I fuck with y’all the long way. If you choose to still write for or about him that’s your business and I’ll respect it. Probably won’t repost it especially if you have his face on the post, but i’ll be supporting your art in other ways like commenting if I can.

I hope you all still support me as a writer regardless of who I am writing about. I've really enjoyed this fandom, everyone has been so kind, funny and enlightening thus far. I hope it stays that way. Thank you💗

And this is my last time speaking on it unless someone directly asks me a question or I see something funny and have to repost. (Y’all know I play too much.) Let’s stop giving our energy to things that don’t mean us any good. Cause honestly this is the reaction people like them want. They’re in entertainment. Their livelihoods depend on traction and buzz.

Back to this writing shit😂

[thatwritterbeach]

One messed up bat pt.1

Dc masterlist all other parts found here

Batfam x femreader Jason x reader eventually

Warnings: angst, self harm, self hate, depression,

Summary:Y/n gets caught self harming by Damian, and Tim calls in some backup

A/N: I do not own dc booohooo ooc Tim, I don't spend much time watching/reading his robin sorry **^ so I can't remember if it's canon or from a fic but at this point who cares the storyline is all fucked so in this story I'm saying that Jason tried to call dick for help with his mom but dick was asleep/didn't pick up so Jay went alone and died, now Dick CAN NOT miss a phone call it sends him into a panic attack, thank you for coming to my trauma talk

ok so we all know the timeline is shit so this is the ages for this story only found it on a reddit post, fight me at dawn if you don't like it

Bruce Wayne (Batman) at 45

Barbara Gordon (Oracle) at 27

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) at 25

Jason Todd (Red Hood) at 22

Tim Drake (Red Robin) at 18

Damian Wayne (Robin) at 11

Y/n 21

not my gif^

(2 weeks ago)

"Y/n, you can't keep acting like a child you're twenty-one," Dick whisper shouted in the corner of the batcave.

"Dick, I'm not going to apologize for helping people-"

"You disobeyed a direct order. You could have been hurt, you can't be that kind of influence to Tim and Damian."

"You don't even live here, Dick, you can't just-"

"You're benched until further notice."

"You can't-"

"Benched," Bruce confirmed stepping over to them.

(1 week ago)

"Hey, Dick, do you have a sec," she asked into the phone then immediately bit firmly into her hand to hold back a sob.

"You're still benched," he said without remorse.

"That's not-you know what never mind." She hung up on him and threw the phone onto her bed heading to her en-suite bathroom to release the itch.

(present)

"Beloved! Beloved, look I-," Damian shouted with glee but cut himself off with a scream when he opened her unlocked bathroom door. He thought she was doing her face masks not...in the bathtub with blood dripping from her arms into pink bubble filled water.

"Damian wait," she called after his retreating form. Shit, shit. She hurried to drain the water and throw on her over sized t-shirt just managing to pull some boxers on when Damian burst back in with Tim, practically dragging him into the space.

"Damian what's the problem-"

"Fix her," he shouted with haste and was about to shove Tim into the room when he noticed y/n standing there looking fine.

"Damian, I'm ok, I promise," she tried to convince him softly. He looked from her to the tub, not even a drop of evidence in sight.

"No, you-I saw the blood. Tim she cut herself I saw it," he told the older boy trying to lunge for her arm but she side stepped him.

"Damian, give us a minute," Tim tried to gently shoo him away. Damian shook his head aggressively and latched himself onto her side, clinging to her like a koala. She combed her fingers through his hair and gently detangled him.

"Dami, Tim and I just need to have a quick chat, he's gonna fix me right up, aren't you, Tim," she asked, sending him a look that clearly gave direction.

"Yeah, kid, I'll take care of her, she'll be right as rain."

"You won't hurt yourself again?" He was giving her puppy eyes, looking his own age for once and it pulled on her heart strings.

"I won't," she agreed patting him on the head and crossing her fingers behind her back with the other hand. Damian gave her one last hug then hurried out of the room. There was an awkward silence as Tim stood blocking the doorway, his jaw ticking and toe nearly tapping.

"You know I have to tell."

"Please don't." She shook her head then grabbed the first aid kit beneath the sink.

"Let me," he said softly, taking it from her and getting out the supplies. When she set her arm on the counter for him to work he sucked in a breath. "Those are deep," he accused.

"I wasn't trying anything. I'm not stupid, just a heavy bleeder." She rolled her eyes where he couldn't see and hissed when he dumped alcohol on her arm.

"They almost need stitches."

"Butterfly stickers are fine," she said digging them out of the kit one handed.

"I at least have to tell Dick-"

"NO," she said so firm he actually stepped back to look at her.

"I have to tell someone, I can't watch you 24/7."

"I don't need babysat," she seethed.

"I can tell Bruce or I can tell Dick first. Either way you aren't doing this alone."

"I cant stop you?"

"Not a chance."

"Dick told me I needed to be a better influence for you. Sorry for fucking that up, but to be fair there's worse things about me. I tried to call him a week ago, I was feeling the um...the 'itch' so to speak but as soon as he picked up he told me I was still benched. I was so pissed that he immediately thought that's what I called for I told him never mind and hung up. You can't tell him that, after Jason you know he-"

"Hates missing phone calls," Tim finished for her. **^

Tim had every intention of telling him, he knew it would hurt but come on, she tried to get help. Of course she didn't ask anyone in the house, but he wasn't about to be offended she didn't ask the child or his newly adult self for help, and he sure as hell got the not wanting to tell Bruce.

"Why not Alfred?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you go to Alfred for help."

"He deals with enough shit from the rest of you, coming in half dead each night."

"That doesn't mean you come second, and sure as hell not last, we love you."

"Yeah, well it doesn't feel like it most of the time." He was finished with her arm and she resisted the urge to yank it away from him. One of Jason's flannel was on a towel hook on the wall and she quickly put it on to hide the bandages.

"I'm gonna go make sure Dami's ok," she said gently moving him out of the way. The second she was gone he hurried back to his room for his phone, that he'd left on the charger and yanked the cord out. He hit speed dial 3, Dick's cell, and held the phone to his ear while he headed out on his balcony to totally not scale down the wall instead of taking the stairs. Dick picked up on the 4th ring with a tired sigh and a 'this better be good' Tim told him to wait a sec while he got way out of hearing range.

"Did Y/n call you last week?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Did you jump her case and not give her a second to speak?"

"You sound a bit pissed timbers, cut to it and tell me what I did. I haven't slept in 37 and a half hours."

"And you call me an idiot," he snorted.

"Tick tock bro," Dick mumbled head already sinking into his pillow.

"She'd been cutting herself and she called you to ask for help, well, she didn't say that word, but she was calling to tell you what she'd been doing to herself," Tim stated with little to no remorse for the heart attack he'd just given his brother.

"She what," Dick shouted throwing off the blankets and grabbing his go bag.

"I assume you'll catch the next train?" The sound of Dick falling and cursing while he hopped into pants could be heard and Tim nodded and hung up. Thankfully because the author said so Dick had switched from his police job to a remote roll in Wayne industries he just stayed in Bludhaven to have his independence and not deal with Bruce more than he had to. Alfred insisted he come for monthly dinners and he did.

Tim went back inside to hunt for Y/n and Damian and found them having mugs of hot chocolate together on the kitchen counter.

"So, you're ok," Damian asked in a small voice using a stir stick to hold his marshmallows under the liquid.

"I told you, Tim fixed me, and he probably ran off to call Dick so he could come make double sure I'm ok. You don't need to worry, I promise I'll always be here to have hot cocoa with," she replied, crossing her heart and holding out her pinkie to him. He hooks his with hers and to her surprise continued to hold on, not moving to actually hold her hand but simply letting their hands rest on the counter pinkies linked. Not wanting to interrupt Tim quietly made his way back out, he still had some calls to make.

Jason picked didn't pick up on the first call, or the second but finally on the third he answered out of breath and with gunshots loud in the foreground.

"The hell dya' want," he all but shouted into the line dodging hits and getting in several of his own.

"Sorry, I'll call back later-"

"No, talk now, I got it under *way too loud thud* control."

"Just uh, get here as quick as you can, nobodies dying so-"

"Make it quick but don't freak, got it." And he hung up. Next was Bruce who surprise surprise didn't answer a call or text, so Tim left a message.

"Get off Selena and come help your kid," he said with more aggression than snark. (this doesn't feel at all like something Tim would say but i'm not familiar enough with his character to fix it)

This time when he went to the kitchen it was just Y/n on the counter Damian had gone who knows where.

"So who all did you tell?"

"Just Dick so far, he's on his way. Jason was in the middle of a fight so he's coming later but I didn't tell him and Bruce didn't pick up-"

"Shocker, dude nabs all these kids then can't be bothered to spend time with them outside of a Halloween costume," she scoffed rolling her eyes.

"You're not wrong but-"

"Oh, don't start Stan." She waved him off hopping down to wash the mugs not willing to leave them for Alfred.

9-20-24

[howhow326]

Monster Discourse Simulator

🧜🏿‍♀️ Wata.Mami69 reblogged Sashasabonsam

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Ok guys the year is 2024 can we please stop pretending that Fairies are part of the Monster community? They don't face oppression like other monster groups, but they do want the benefits of being in our community and we should stop letting them.

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Oh joy, another Vorpalblade Vampire in 2024...

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Yes, I'm a Vorpalblade Vampire and y'all will not intimidate me into silence!!!

The monster community is for the undead, the cursed, and other former humans. If you do not fit into any of those catergoies (i.e., Fairies) then you do not belong.

If you want talk about whatever problems Fairies have then fine, but do not drag my community into it.

I. Will. Not. Let. You.

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For the record, Fairies are accepted into the monster community and OP's opinion is very unpopular.

I am very sorry op snapped at you MmRB.

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I will literally shoot you with a silver bullet if you don't stop being a bootlicking mutt (affectionate)

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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

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Werewolves are catching strays from OP showing the whole world his exclusionism / racism (don't act like I didn't catch you using AAVE to sound scary)

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1.) I have Fairies DNI in my bio, and I will be blocking any Fairy that interacts with me

2.) @ LittleHowlingMonster, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, but you weren't showing solidarity with me when that baby stealer blog attacked me, so I called you a slur. I won't apologise for doing that until you do better.

3.) I don't even know how Human racism was dragged into this conversation, but I think it's clear to everyone that the fairy blog is grasping ay staws to discredit me and any African vamp or monster blog would agree with me.

I. Will. Not. Back. Down.

This thread proves that we should have never allowed fairies into the monster community.

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OP: is not black american, southern american, or have any cultural ties to the word y'all at all (he's European).

Also OP: uses the word y'all to make themselves sound scary, asserts that any other vamp would back him up (I don't), and doesn't even follow any non European vampire blog.

Now if I said I didn't agree with you...

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Wow, you bootlickers are really coming out of the woodwork today 😏

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Smug face emojis aren't going to save you boo

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Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch!!!

Im one of the top people on this Heavensite working for Vamp rights and all I ask for are allies. If you won't be an ally then leave! And take every "muh culture" blog with you!!

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Adding misogyny to the list now 🙄

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There's no way you guys spent all that time arguing with a scat kink blog.

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[kiame-sama]

Since this apparently needs to be said, I reserve the right to block ANYONE for ANYTHING (including but not limited to; being rude, being annoying, being part of the four types of people I don't allow on my blog, demanding things from me, ect). I am very open and vocal about who I don't allow; Minors, Pedophiles, Racists, and Zoophiles. If you fall in any of these four categories, FUCK OFF. My space is not safe for people who do shitty things.

*Note: I am aware Furries are not the same as Zoos. Furries can stay, Zoos get the fuck out.

I don't have issues with those who enjoy BTS, I won't write yandere for them because those are real Humans that can actually be affected by 'fan-writing'. I love certain YouTubers, I will NOT write yandere using their names or likeness because- again- these are real people who are actually impacted by fan-writing. I love certain actors, I will NOT write them as yanderes EVER. If they are real, don't ask for writing of them. Plain and simple.

I write for characters, not people. Characters aren't real. They don't feel. They don't think. They aren't real.

If you look at my profile and go "I don't see a certain fandom" you have two choices. 1. Ask if I know the fandom or will write for it. 2. Move on. DO NOT DEMAND I WRITE FOR YOU OR CRY I DON'T WRITE WHAT YOU WANT. THIS ISN'T YOUR PAGE/BLOG, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK I SHOULD DO. You are not me and have zero right to demand shit from me.

I write about a very fucked up and dark topic that comes with fucked up and dark subjects. I warn on my blog, my blog header, my rules, and the actual fic I am positing, if you ignore those warnings and get hurt by your own stupidity, that is a you problem and I don't feel badly for you. I gravitate towards murderers/psychopaths/ the mentally unsound and I will write them as exactly that. I will not sugar-coat a psychopath who has slaughtered men, women, and children because you think crying and clutching your pearls does anything or you don't agree with an accurate representation of them. I will not let you hide behind PMs, I will screenshot and post those threats for everyone else to see, don't test me.

I have rules and I uphold them regardless of who thinks they can break them. If you think I was incorrect in my enforcement of said rules, talk to me about it. Should it be made clear you were blocked for a lack of information (an age above 18) and you clarify you are in fact aligned with my rules, I will remove the block that easily. If you bitch at me and try to cuss me out, you go on my "fuck you" list and will be blocked repeatedly regardless of various side profiles/blogs.

Act like you have a modicum of sense, please. If you have not done any of the above, this is not directed at you. If you are unhappy I have rules and a set list of people not allowed on my blog, you can get the fuck out too.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I lowkey feel like a weirdo just reading and interacting with your posts without actually sending anything in the ask box LMAO

So here I am, to rant about pretty (not so) little twinks to my favorite writer

Everyone headcannons Hanma to be sadistic, and while I can definitely see that based on the way he acts and fights, I personally headcannon him to be a hardcore masochist who just tries to hide it by saying he's a sadist. Like this man doesn't dodge powerful punches and kicks from Mikey or Draken, no, no, he blocks them with his own body instead. His whole thing is always getting back up after tanking heavy hits like a monster. But he also very regularly eggs people on. He taunts and maims people to get them to fight him. He does this, every. Single. Fight.

So how does this translate into the bedroom? Well of course, his lanky ass wants nothing more than to get on your nerves. He wants to see how far he can push you, if he can make you genuinely mad. He wants to be the biggest little shit he possibly can until you have no choice but to punish him for it. And this boy can take a lot. Spanking? No problem. Choking? Yes please. Cbt? Why the hell not? Putting him into a borderline painful full nelson while relentless pounding into his prostate at mach jesus? He'd love every second, even if it renders him damn near bedridden for the next three days. Hell, we've seen how Hanma fights, you could probably beat the shit out of him or try to kill him and he'd pop a stiffy.

I feel like he might have a humiliation kink too. Like- shame this man for being so kinky and mock him for being pathetic. You could call him your little bitch and spit in his mouth and he'd just grin in response. And he's not really the type to break easily either. Even as you have him clutching the sheets, trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks, barely even able to stay conscious, he'd still talk shit and try to aggravate you. That carries into every day couple life too, just in a more minor way. He likes to play pranks on you, poke and prod you both literally and metaphorically. He's also almost definitely smart, I mean- Kisaki hates dumb people, and he hangs out with Hanma. That just means that Hanma will start the dumbest, prettiest arguments, and win purely by technicality. He's a total smartass. Of course, Hanma wouldn't say or do anything to actually hurt you, he's just be annoying and a nusience on purpose because he finds it entertaining to piss people off. It's alright, there's an easy fix. Just fuck hin so dumb he can't talk, so hard that he just passed out in your arms straight after.

Moral of the story, Hanma is a freaky little masochist, and the world's most annoying little asshole (affectionate)

~Neon

(Ajdksj no need to worry! I accept lurkers of all sorts — including lurkers who don't interact at all, and instead silently read my works <3

I do appreciate things like this too though, thank you! I love hearing y'all's thoughts and ideas!)

—

THIS is canon, as far as I'm concerned. He's such a painslut, it's not even funny. I definitely agree that Shuji will do his best to annoy you, that's just his favorite past time :P

I recently learned that getting punched in the gut (or just, in general) is a kink/fetish, so I think we can safely assume that Shuji would be into that too. I know that wrestling is also a sexual thing for some people. Just tossing that out there. Pin that tall boy in a painful position and hammer your cock into him, he'll love it!

Forget play fighting, he's the kind of guy who'd want to actually fight you until he's spitting up blood. Rasping a snarky remark even as his knuckles are busted, and his ribs ache from your heavy hits. Just normal couple things~

I also just thought about a "softer" moment: Cuddling with Shuji and pressing on the bruises you left on him. He winces as your thumb presses down on the large purple area on his arm, your other hand combing through his hair. This kind of pain is the kind that makes his whole body tremble, and he easily becomes addicted to it <3

[small-but-oho]

EDIT: Since this kinda broke containment: THESE ARE MY PERSONAL FEELINGS. If you agree, let me know and we can connect! :D If you disagree, that's awesome. Keep doing your thing. I do not want to tell anybody that the way they enjoy g/t is wrong.

I think I've cracked the code of why the overwhelming amount of g/t fl/uff (censored so it doesn't show up in its tag) makes me uncomfortable: there just are no stakes.

Like, to me, g/t stories need to have a power imbalance. That's the whole readon for the trope to exist. Just like bd$m or v0re or, fuck, even just boss/employee stories, the inheirent difference in power - literal or social - is the whole point of it.

And, no offense, but all the posts about friendship and r0mance between tiny and giant just... play that down? Maybe it's because the trope has been done to death and back (we're all in its fandom after all), and people just wanna skip to the part that is new in their story. Nothing wrong with that, I'm not trying to police what people are writing. I'm mostry just airing out my own thoughts here.

But that also kinda takes out the tension? I've once read a comparison online, that in real life, two people clearly communicating their problems is good and healthy, but in a story, it takes out the stakes. Stories usually need points of tension building up the closer we get to the climax, with a big finish, and a drop in tension towards the end.

And this may just be me bitching, but I remember a time when the g/t tag was full of fearplay and looming and angst, where evil giants were as plentiful as sand in the desert. And now that's almost a rare trope. A lot of people I follow who used to post lots of angst, now primarily only post fl♡ff, which, again, do as you want. I'm just wondering why this shift occurred.

To me personally, g/t is a good way to explore these feelings, of feeling small, weak, at the mercy of a being so much bigger than me. Bad things need to happen to the tiny, because it's somewhat of a stress release. And if you've read this far, thanks and please don't block me.

[msnihilist]

I saw your reblog from that anti just now (I like to use posts like that as a free blocklist) and honestly, what is with all these people who complain that ao3 is BRIMMING with incest/underage/noncon fic??? Even with no tags blocked, I only come across a fic like that extremely occasionally, like I've been taken aback by sudden incest fic maybe twice ever?? And both times it was properly tagged, so it's not like I found out through the middle of reading a fic.

Also the person who said "I learned the hard way to read the tags" and I just??? How do you not read tags just out of curiosity??? Do you automatically click on every fic you see by default??? 😭😭 These people have very simple solutions to their problems, but nooo, they have to act like they're victims on the one website where avoiding "gross" art is easier than it's ever been. Mistagging on ao3 is literally against the rules of the site, like GUYS PLEASE!!!

Well, the actual answer is that anything more than zero fics that make them uncomfortable is "an epidemic" and proof that "degenerates" are "overtaking safe spaces."

But as a fellow freak-shipper, BIG AGREE. I WISH THERE WAS AS MUCH INCEST AS ANTIS COMPLAINED THERE WAS 😭 It's literally just me and three other people against the fucking world, and I have to comb through every variation of the tags to find them. I would LOVE to see the plethora of people posting incest and underage that these people apparently encounter at every turn because, try as I might, I have to dig for every scrap.

I have a few readers who have commented about not reading tags before, and yeah, that also BAFFLES me. Why wouldn't you read the tags?? Don't you? Want to know?? What you're getting into?¿? If you'll like it¿??? BAFFLING

I literally don't understand a single thing antis talk about, ever, and I like it better that way.

[atiny-for-life]

#BoycottSpringer

If you're German like me, you'll likely already know the Springer Press is a vile, right-wing media conglomerate that regularly spreads transphobic, homophobic, racist and xenophobic lies, promotes right-wing ideology and violates journalistic boundaries (including illegal violations of privacy).

They're essentially the Fox News of Germany but even more influential since they're not just limited to one type of medium.

Since the early 1960s, people have been trying to take down Springer for spreading right-wing propaganda and misinformation and yet, here we are...

Most people don't know how many media outlets are actually owned by Springer though, so here is a full list (provided by KreativGegenRechts):

Welt TV

Dyn Sport

Rolling Stone Germany, Musikexpress

Metal Hammer

Radio Hamburg

Antenne Bayern

Bild, Welt, B.Z.

Auto BILD

Computer BILD

Sport BILD

ARTE Magazin

Business Insider

Politico

Morning Brew

Stepstone

meinestadt.de

Immowelt

Idealo

kaufDA, MeinProspekt

upday

AWIN (it's an ad-blocking software)

With Germany heading down the same road as the US at the moment, please try to avoid everything listed above. Thank you.

And in case you're unaware how bad it's gotten in Germany recently...

Friedrich "Dipshit" Merz actively violates EU-law by denying asylum to refugees coming to German borders (x)

Our government agreed to GEAS which will allow European countries to lock up refugees (including children) at Europe's borders in "reception camps" (x)

Jens Spahn wasted 3.2 billion euros in taxpayer money to suck up to his "friends" and other politicians tried to cover for him by blacking out the vast majority of evidence in the document of proof before publishing it - an uncensored version was leaked shortly after (x)

The Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution has issued a warning that queer people, leftist people, and immigrants are now considered "in danger of life and limb", meaning people belonging to these groups are being actively targeted by right wing youth organizations (x)

Another CDU politician - from the same party as Merz and Sphan (one of the two current ruling parties) - wants a register for mentally ill people - you know, like in Nazi times (x)

Adding to this, another minister wants to give the police direct access to people's psychiatric patient files (x)

Jens fucking Spahn again: he wants direct access to nuclear weapons to "scare Russia" (x)

CDU and SPD want to get rid of refugees' ability to bring their families into the country after arriving here (AS IF THAT WOULD FIX THE INTEGRATION PROBLEM) (x)

The minister for education banned the use of gendered language in her ministry - both internally and externally (x)

Another fucking CDU politician banned the parliament from hanging the PRIDE flag while also banning delegates from attending PRIDE events and then defended it by saying "The most globally persecuted group of people is actually Christians, so I should be putting up the Vatikan flag once a year." (x)

Meanwhile our fucking chancellor topped this by saying the parliament building is "no circus tent" so why would we ever put up the PRIDE flag? (x)

The CDU, once again, wants to cut benefits for the unemployed while giving tax breaks to the rich (because of course they do - they're all FUCKING LOBBYISTS) (x)

[harleenfleck]

But please, can we talk about the lowkey perspective of Gary Puddles in "Joker" and "Joker: Folie a Deux"?:

-You were born with the condition of dwarfism

-It's okay, it's fine, you can live with it

-Teasing because of your height is part of your life, you think it will change when you become an adult but it doesn't

-Your economy is not the best and even worse, you live in Gotham City

-You work as a party clown and absolutely EVERYONE makes fun of your height

-All except one person

-His name is Arthur, Arthur Fleck. And believe it or not, his life is harder than yours

-His pathological laughing condition and his mental problems make his life really fucked up

-But he's still trying to get by, you know something about him being alone in the world and helping his ailing mother

-And despite not hurting anyone, he is even more rejected at work than you

-And he says nothing, does nothing, just puts up with everything, and tries to go on and do his job well

-He seems to consider you his friend and that's okay, he's the only one who doesn't make fun of you in the place

-One day, you discover that, because of the accusation of another of your co-workers (one of the closest to you), Arthur is fired

-You don't hear from him for days, you're hoping he's really okay

-The police arrive at work looking for the suspect in the murder of three wealthy men and that co-worker who got Arthur fired insists on going to visit him so they can be “on the same page” when the police question them.

-You learn that Arthur's mother passed away. “Oh, poor boy,” you think, ”He's all alone in the world now"

-You and that co-worker are going to give condolences to Arthur's department

-Finds him and you see he's in clown makeup “Well, he got a new job”

-He tells you he's off his meds, something's not right.

-You see that your coworker tries to talk to him about what the police are questioning and Arthur seems to agree

-You are about to witness the worst moment of your life

-Arthur kills Randall right in front of your eyes

-Everything is so surreal and horrible. What has Arthur become?

-You want to run away, but the door is blocked. Arthur helps you unlock it

-"You were the only one who was ever nice to me" He said to you and let you go

-Despite the fear is attacking your body and with your limitations, you go to the police to report the incident

-You find out what Arthur confesses and does on the Murray Franklin Show

-Time passes and you can't go back to being you. You have nightmares all the time, you just want to be locked up in your home, you feel like you are in danger, of how really helpless you are

-And you keep wondering why Arthur Fleck became what he is now

-Two years pass and you are called to testify at Arthur's trial.

-You're nervous and scared, but you still show up.

-When you are in court, all Arthur does is start making fun of you, mocking your height, your last name, your fear, your feelings, and assuring you that you were no different than the rest who treated him badly, and talked about a strange sense of “freedom”

-You can't believe what Arthur has become.

-You can't take it anymore and you explode, you say what you really think of him now, how afraid you are of him

-You can see the remorse in Arthur's eyes, but he insists on being in his role as “Joker.”

-“You were the only one who was ever nice to me” you say the same words he once said to you.

-You know that Arthur feels a huge remorse, but he doesn't want to get out of his role

-When the Judge tells you that you can leave, you do, and as you walk out of there, you keep asking yourself “Why did Arthur have to become like this?” with tears in your eyes

-And probably to find out later that this old friend left that world in the most painful way possible

Poor Gary, hardly anyone talks about his point of view in this story, and it is by far, one of the saddest, to be honest.

[smellysluna]

Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

Summary: You're down for a one-night stand and see Oikawa across the bar, but it seems that there is more than just sex.

Disclaimer: This story isn't really smut, but it does mention sex. Enjoy anyway!

You step into the dimly lit bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. It's just another Friday night, and you're not here for anything more than a one-night stand. Your friends dragged you out, insisting you needed a break from your routine. As you make your way to the bar, you spot him — Oikawa Tooru, the charismatic volleyball player you've seen around campus.

You catch his eye, and he walks over, a confident smirk playing on his lips. After some casual flirting and a few drinks, it's clear where this night is headed. When you end up back at his place, there's an unspoken understanding between you two. You've both been around the block enough to recognize the signs.

The sex is mind-blowing. So much so you find yourself blurting out that you want to keep doing this. To your surprise, Oikawa agrees. He hasn't had a good fuck in a while either.

Several weeks have passed, and you've found yourselves in each other's beds more often than not. The initial thrill of the hookup has evolved into something more comfortable yet still electric. You've fallen into a routine of sorts, balancing between your busy lives and the exhilarating connection you share.

One night, after another round of heated passion, you lie tangled in his sheets, both of you catching your breath. Oikawa rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Do you have Netflix?" you ask, reaching for the remote.

"Yeah," he replies curious where this is going.

"Let's watch something," he suggests, flicking on the TV. As he navigates through his profile, you notice he's watching the same show you are.

"You're watching X!? Me too! I'm only one episode ahead of you," you exclaim.

"Please, no spoilers," he teases with a wink.

"No problem, let's watch it. I don't mind seeing an episode twice," he says, settling in beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he doesn't pull away. In fact, he seems to enjoy it more than he'd care to admit.

The two of you sit there, naked, backs against the headboard, eyes glued to the screen. His room is cozy, and there's a comforting intimacy in the silence.

"Can I have some water?" you ask during a lull in the show.

"Sure," he replies, getting up and walking to the kitchen. You admire the easy grace with which he moves, even when doing something as mundane as fetching water.

He returns with two glasses and hands you one. You take a sip, the cool liquid refreshing against your parched throat. As you set the glass on the nightstand, you catch him looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"What?" you ask, smiling slightly.

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About how easy this feels," he admits, sitting back down beside you. "Being with you. It's different."

You nod, understanding what he means. There's a simplicity to your connection, a lack of pretense that's refreshing. You like the way he doesn't need to fill the silence with unnecessary words.

As you continue watching the show, you feel his hand brush against your arm, a light, casual touch that sends a shiver down your spine. He shifts closer, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"You know, this scene is almost as hot as we were earlier," you joke, breaking the comfortable silence.

Oikawa chuckles, shaking his head. "You're something else."

He reaches out, his fingers gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. It's such a gentle, almost tender gesture that it catches you off guard.

"You think I'm beautiful, don't you?" you blurt out, surprising even yourself.

He looks at you, momentarily stunned by your bluntness, but then he smiles. "You're not wrong."

You both know there's more to this connection than just physical attraction. "I know how you've been feeling lately," you say softly, meeting his gaze. "Your eyes give you away."

He seems to relax at your words, appreciating that you can read him so well. There's a silent communication between you, a mutual understanding that doesn't need words. You've always believed that actions speak louder than words, and Oikawa's actions resonate with you deeply.

You like that he doesn't crowd you, that he respects your need for space. You appreciate that he doesn't hide his feelings, that he isn't afraid to meet your gaze. You like the silence, the unspoken bond that forms between you.

"I'm sure I'd be willing to be in a relationship with you," you admit after a while. "Something more than just sex buddies."

Oikawa looks at you, his eyes softening. "I feel the same way," he says. "I think we understand each other in a way that's rare."

And in that moment, you both know this is the start of something more.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Mixture Of Headcanons - Maxime Le Mal

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Sexual headcanons below NSFW cut

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: SFW and NSFW

Word Count: 737

A/N: As I'm writing this, I feel a tad embarrassed and confused that somehow a badly written French cockroach villian man pulled me out of my 2-3 year writer's block. Wtf-

Anywaysss, onto the regular headcanons and some relationship headcanons, a mixture of things.... for this whimpy whiney shit (I say this lovingly.)

[Headcanons and some ramblings in the tags contain some spoilers. If you haven't watched DM4 yet feel free to swipe by this]

SFW

• Mans will not shut the fuck up about himself, how great he is and how everyone else fucking sucks and he's perfect in every way. VERY sassy, self absorbed, snobby, has anger problems (obvious), and secretly clingy. He thinks he's the shit. You'll just have to... "indulge him" by listening to every small thing he got bothered by that day. Every little thing can set him off. Cannot let grudges go.

• Obviously his thing is that he talks with his hands... a lot. It's one of many ways to tell what type of mood he's in at that moment. Frantic, heavy hand movements, and fingers twitching? He mad. Quick bursts of movement, doing quick little claps and finger tapping? For sure in a good mood.

• Maxime cannot hide his emotions, like at all. One of his weaknesses. He's VERY animated with his body language and voice.

• Many people will not agree with this one, so bare with me. From my own observation he has many traits and behaviours of someone who has a undiagnosed narcissistic disorder, or some other type of undiagnosed personality disorder. [This is just a headcanon of mine please don't jump me- 😭]

• By his fascination and obsession with bugs, I wouldn't be surprised if he was autistic or ADHD... or not, idk. He kinda act like me fr.

• I can imagine when he was still partly cockroach he wore gloves due to increased sensitivity, before the transformation he only wore them as a fashion choice. After AVL de-transformed him, they couldn't reverse everything. What was left was the antennas, some of his strength, and the heightened sensitivity - even afterward he still continues to wear gloves to prevent himself from overwhelming his senses.

• Seen many people theorise that Maxime feels phantom pain often and a great need to spread his non-existent wings and extra limbs after the de-transformation. It makes a lot of sense... It's quite interesting, as sad as it is...

• Fixing, fiddling, and tinkering with anything is one his ways to calm down, also could be considered a type of stim. Uses his cane for the same purpose. Maxime has to fiddle with something in his hands or he'll get absolutely fidgety and agitated with the extra amount of energy he has built up. Often wants someone to be by him as he tinkers and talks away.

• Has a fine taste in fashion (maybe not the giant ahs green coat he has.. but it find it cute.) The outfit he has at the end of the movie though? GAWDDDDDD where do I ever start? BLUEEE IS HIS COLOURRR. (Alsoooo I 100% believe his outfit was inspired by Balthazar Bratt, btw-)

NSFW below the cut! Don't read if it makes you uncomfy.

NSFW

• Soooo his voice... he's well aware people find accents a turn on, so uses it to his advantage when he sees fit ...And on his partner especially (let's just pretend Valentina isn't in the picture). Often when he wants their attention he slows his speech, making sure to drag out every word he says as he flirts with them, letting his French accent go on full force - seeing if he can get any reaction of them. As he does he impulsively switched between English and French. If his partner don't know a single bit of French.... Just for fun he'd speak so many dirty words to them in French, often leaving them confused trying to figure out what he just said to them. If they do speak French like he does, it's fair game. If he doesn't get a reaction out of his partner, he'll keep being persistent til they do, the man does NOT give up easy. (Being mean and teasing his partner is 100% his love language.)

(If his partner have a voice kink, and Maxime finds out, good luck never having a moment of silence ever again-)

• Maxime's kisses are so divine. IT'S not because he's french and that's the stereotype... But he certainly does live up to it. How he kisses his partner can determine how he's feeling in that moment, either wanting attention and love from them... or more, his kisses leaving them a gasp every time. There's never a dull moment, especially when he dips them out of nowhere to give them the best french kisses... Also best be careful, he bites. ;)

• I can see him being the type of man to not rush things, but make it so painfully saken slow for his partner til they break and can't stand it. He loves to be in control, and controlling when his partner can have what they desperately need for some sort of release... He thrives off of it. Torturing them and watching his partner squirm and beg is one of his greatest pleasures.

(If his partner "wrestles with him" and wins, which most of the time unlikely... Maxime's all theirs, their in control now. His partner can do whatever to him.... But careful, he likes to fight back.)

• Will make his partner suffer by making them watch him please himself, knowing how much his partner needs him and want to please him as they watch, struggling to stay put. He just smirks and chuckles the whole time, his accent tickling his partner's ears, adding even more to the torture and pleasure they'd feel later on.

• With how expressive he is, he does not hide it at all in the bedroom. From groans, moans, growls, whines - this man does everything. He feels no shame showing his partner how much they affect him. The look of amusement that covers his partner's features hearing him being so loud gets him even more turned on.

• Is very grabby. By the end of it his partner will be covered in scratches, bruises, hickies, and bite marks. Maxime is surprisingly stronger than he looks, easily pinning his partner down with his skinny frame. Can grip too hard sometimes. When this man gets horny.. HE'S horny.

• Maxime's antennas are extremely sensitive... According to him in DM4. I can imagine them being an extremely sensitive erectile zone if rubbed just right. Depending on his mood it can either go both ways - a wholesome cuddle session with his partner... Or they'll be in either of each other's lair for the rest of the day not leaving the bedroom.... His partner is in for an aggressive, loving ride. I can imagine his antennas twitching more too.

• Maxime is thicker than most. Has an average length just enough to be comfortable with, but his girth will definitely take some getting used to at first. It starts curved upward from the middle, has many veins and textures for his partner to experience.

• Is a very cleanzy man, trims himself quite nicely just enough to have lovely peach fuzz.

• If his eye twitches when he's angry..... Imagine it twitching as he gets close, ahahahah...

• Again, WILL NOT, shut up. Not a single moment will there ever be a silent moment. Talks SOO much shit, so much filth it can honestly get overwhelming with how much he is saying as he pounds into his partner. He's such a little shit as he does this. He knows exactly what to say to get them squirming, whimpering and their blood pumping.

• It's hard to understand him half the time - his English words getting mixed with his native tongue French. In the heat of the moment it's incredible to see, seeing him get so into the intimate moment between his partner that his words get all jumbled up because of them~

A/N: I have so many more ideas and theories for this french fella. I may or may not write more.... If the people demand for it... 👀👉👈 (Hold me accountable plz I'd hate to go into an writer's block again-) I'm pretty rusty from writing atm I'll probably rewrite this a bit later.

[glassjoeswife]

Hello!!! This is important...

So a friend of mine just sent me the screenshots to this post. Please read all of it and reblog it if you can! I think it's important to share my point of view.

TW: mentions of suicide

This is pretty upsetting to me!!! I haven't targeted anyone. I never said I hate Glass Joe yumes, I only mentioned disliking one and even then I never specified their name!!!

I do do my best to be nice. Even if there is people I don't like in this fandom, I don't go out of my way to harass them or spread rumors like it's being done in this post. I just block and move on, and all I want is to make friends and show my art in this community.

I am obsessive, yes, and I can't really control that. I've been going to therapy, but as of late I have not been able to afford it due to financial problems. Both my Tumblr and my Twitter are personal blogs where I occasionally vent since I don't have many people to talk to. I can show you all my PMs and you'll see I have NOT been mean to a single person in this fandom ONCE. Because that is not my goal and saying it is is degrading and slandering. I just recently joined Tumblr and started regularly posting here after my 18th birthday or so and I'm already getting callout posts about me. I think this is insane.

Regarding Anira and mrsdaqota!!!

I can confidently say I didn't meet them long ago and only did so because a) Anira asked me for an art trade and b) I asked mrsdaqota for an art trade. From there, they added me to a group chat with them. I didn't actively check out their profiles to check for anything problematic because I didn't know them or their reputation. Apart from that, I didn't make a Telegram JUST to talk to them, and that's a lie... I've had it for a while, and mrsdaqota agreed to help me open a Telegram channel.

Overall

I can... hate people. I genuinely do not see what's wrong with that. I haven't done anything to the people I dislike, I haven't disclosed who they are openly either, I just mentioned not liking them I did not take the time to look at all my friends posts in their profiles and that's why I mentioned the fact that I have not been disrespected by them... Because I haven't. I just said "I'm Glass Joe's real wife" and "That fucking double that I hate" and I'm getting my ass hounded because I expressed dislike towards a person whose name wasn't even disclosed? I think it's clear that if people weren't being mean to me, they wouldn't be using the anonymous ask feature to send passive-aggressive stuff to me. I PROMISE you, if you have criticism you can say it to my face constructively and I WILL try to change my behavior.

I think making a post about it and then blocking me so I can't see it or respond to it is counterintuitive, and I think trying to gather "proof" that I'm a bad person over me saying that a) I don't like other doubles, b) have friends I didn't know were problematic and c) wanting to kill myself is not the way to go about this situation in my opinion. If I have problematic friends, instead of calling me a pick me, just tell me what they did instead of sending an anonymous message telling me I'm a bad person. In our Telegram group chat, I've stated my boundaries both towards Anira and Daqota.

About my other claims

On another note, I'm not being nice to the people that aren't being nice to me. I thought that would be obvious. I don't enjoy being hounded on my personal blogs. Also, making fun of me for having suicidal crisis is NOT okay, no matter how much you dislike me. The fact that I'm having a bad day and had to take a trip to the hospital about it to not kill myself and you people are adding it as if it were problematic and I deserve to be isolated because of it is insane to me.

I NEVER said I poured bleach into my eyes, also... I said I almost drank bleach, is all. Because I wanted to kill myself. I DO need professional help. I've BEEN trying to get it. Unfortunately my family is gone for about three months and I am currently living alone, mostly. Anyway, that's not the point--I'm not trying to victimize myself in any way, but I do want to say that I think it's unfair that I don't get to know what's being said about me and people are spreading misinfo about me. I'm not helpless and not stupid, so I can admit that maybe I don't act the best of ways sometimes, but I also don't think it's reasonable or okay to pick on me instead of just... expressing your criticism directly to me. You're not obligated to, of course, but I'd say going on to demonizing me immediately isn't the right move either.

[unlikely-cypher]

Wilford "Hug-Supplier" Warfstache

Wilford Warfstache x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer (fake), anxiety, being overwhelmed, panic attacks, ignoring problems. But Warf is here to comfort you!!

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Your lungs burned as your feet carried you up the spiral staircase, the breeze seemed to shake all the trees just off the grounds but none of it reached you. The same moderate temperature of around 75 degrees that the house was always at, also existed up here on the roof, unfortunately. You sat on the hard ground, your tear filled eyes looking up at the sky trying to find peace. You knew everyone in the house cared for you, but sometimes it was too much. You just wanted to be sad alone so you blocked most of them out from your mind so you could cry alone without Dark’s voice in the back of your head asking where you were and what was wrong.

They just wanted to help you, but some of them were too overbearing. Google always tried to find your symptoms and it always ended up being some form of cancer, which Dr. Iplier agreed and confirmed your death, which made you feel worse. The Jim’s, bless their weird hearts, would just try to film your misery as one of them narrated ‘yep, they're still sad, back to you Jim!’. Actor would just laugh at you like the big asshole he was, offering little to no sympathy until Dark would cut in and threaten him. Dark would then bring you to his study or wherever the house deemed you needed to be.

You were sick of the house thinking it knew what you wanted, so you learned how to shut yourself off from its power. So now you sat on the roof, hot angry tears rolling down your face as you tried to put yourself back together.

Wilford however, walked at a brisk pace throughout the house trying desperately to find Dark. He popped in and out of rooms, before finding him in the kitchen preparing dinner.

“Dark.” He popped up too close behind him, causing Dark to jump a bit before regaining his indifferent appearance.

“What is it Wilford.” he responded shortly.

“Have you talked to y/n? They're upset.” Wilford frowned, his moustache drooping with it.

“I haven’t seen them in hours and I haven’t felt them either." Dark returned his attention to the mac and cheese he was making. “they most likely blocked me out. I guess you’ll have to comfort them.”

“Poppycock! They don't want to see me.” Wilford’s heart hammered against his ribs. Certainly you despised him! He was always the most kind to you because he could see into your heart and saw all of the things that you hid, and he knew you needed that kindness. But it was almost never returned. It really seemed like you hated him.

“Wilford.” Dark’s eyes met his. “They either forgot to block you out or theyre intentionally leaving themselves open so you will find them. Please make sure theyre alright, if not for you then do it for me old friend.” Dark placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as Wilford took in his words.

“Why didn’t you say so, you rascal.” Wilford was scared, but he tried to put on a huge smile for Dark, who merely rolled his eyes at him. Instead of popping himself up to the roof as swiftly as he could, he settled for the slower route. Taking his time for once and thinking about what he would say once he found you. Why had you left yourself open to him? It must be a mistake. He sighed as he opened the back door and trudged up the metal steps, trying to make a bit of noise as to alert you to his presence. He expected you would hear him and tell him to fuck off or something of the sorts but it never came. He found you curled up, your knees to your chest as you sobbed almost mutely.

“Sweetche-” He stopped himself from using that nickname. “Excuse me, my dear friend, but are you okay? Dark asked me to check on you…” He trailed off as you looked up at him, trying to wipe away the tears. “Oh dear…” He frowned and squatted down to your level, his hand reaching out to touch you, but he kept his distance just in case. You outstretched your hand and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, but he lost his balance, falling on top of you. Both of your faces heated up immediately, Wilford’s entire being froze with fear as he caught himself above you.

“I-I… my friend, im so sorry I never intended….” He stuttered before moving himself to a criss cross applesauce position across from you.

“You’re fine, it was my fault anyway.” You sighed, also fixing yourself. “Sorry you had to see me like this.” You scratched your arms nervously.

“Are you quite alright? I think you accidentally shut out Darky instead of myself.” He asked, trying not to read your mind as he desperately wanted to. He wanted you to trust him enough to tell him yourself. He wanted to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright, but he was nothing but a nuisance to You. He didn’t even know why he agreed to check on you in the first place.

“I just wanted to be alone, but whether I wanted it or not, my dumb brain needed you, so I couldn't block you out.” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You need me? Whatever for?” Wilford’s cheeks burned again and he tried to will it away but it stayed.

“Comfort.” You sighed. “Can I… this is gonna sound stupid because you probably think I hate you, but can I hug you?” Your eyes met his, and he could see how nervous you were before he scooted over closer and gently patted his lap.

“If you’d like I could hold you and tell you about the stars? Back in the old days, when I was in the war, we would sit and tell stories but, most importantly, try to map out the constellations. I could do that… if you wish?” His voice came across filled with uncertainty, but you settled into his lap, letting his arms encircle your waist. He was glad for a moment of clarity, wanting to stay in this moment with you. You leaned your head back against his chest and looked up at him.

“Thank you.” You reached up and kissed his cheek, Wilford thought he was going to combust on spot. "I don't hate you, I just have a big crush on you and I don't know how to handle it, so I bully you. I'm sorry, Wilford." You added softly.

“Glad to hear it, but shall we shelve that conversation for later? I believe I promised you stars.” He chuckled and laced your fingers together before looking back up at the sky. “Now Orion's belt is one of my favorite’s....”

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The next morning, Dark could finally sense where you were again and was very surprised to find you on the roof, curled into Wilford’s side fast asleep. He wasn’t sure how they got there or how the blankets and pillows appeared as well, but he knew better than to ask questions. He smiled softly at them for a moment before heading back off down the stairs to give them privacy.