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Reblogging as I dunno 'bout you guys, but I've been getting inundated with blank accounts.

If you’re a real human person still using the default tumblr avatar, consider changing it.

why should you change it?

When you guys pop up in our notifications, most seasoned tumblr users will suspect you’re a bot and block on sight.

why do we block immediately?

tumblr has a history of bots trying to infiltrate and establish a connection to a valid, existing blog in order to populate google searches. Simply liking or reblogging a post, not just adding a scam link to it, establishes this connection. Tumblr users don’t want this to happen, especially if it’s a scammy p*rn bot. So, we often block on sight.

So now I have to reblog stuff AND change my pfp?

Well, of course that’s up to you! I just want to explain why you may have been already blocked by an artist/blogger you may have discovered recently, and how you can avoid it in the future.

Reblogging does help creators more than likes because your reblogs will show up on the dash of those that may follow you. Plus, reblogging puts that post on your own blog, and in case the original gets deleted or edited by the OP, it’ll be on your blog like that–forever (or until you delete your blog). Nice.

Here are some free icons created by catalyststuff on freepik. Highly recommend their art for a simple replacement!

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I’m Jamie but I also go by Jay! I’m gender queer and use any pronouns but I am masc leaning (he/him), don’t be afraid to ask! I’m aegosexual-pansexual and a romance repulsed aromantic! I am neurotypical and the OG owner of this blog!

Hey people, my names Noah and I use they/them pronouns :) I have a long list of labels cause I'm a complicated human being lol. I'm non binary, lesbian oriented aroace, with a handful of microlabels (quoiromantic, apothiromantic, aegoromantic, apothisexual and aegosexual). I also experience platonic, aesthetic and sensual attraction B) I have diagnosed adhd and I'm an infp :D

My name is Ray! I go by any pronouns and I’m a Agender Cogirl. I am cupioromantic and aegosexual (and many other things, just ask if you want to know!). I also have diagnosed autism and I’m an ISFP

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The Unspoken Rules of Tumblr

As explained by someone who joined around 2019

Tumblr for all intents and purposes is not like other social media websites. Think the “I’m not like other girls” but they are not like other girls and it’s for the better. Having lurked around different social media platforms for years, I picked up on the spoken and unspoken rules that make this website more bearable than other ones. So here’s a list that will be important to new users.

Block but do not engage. Yes the rule that is understood by much of the user base and I think actually is one of the reasons why fandoms here are actually not that bad. If you remember any rule off this list, make it be this one. Why is this rule so important? Because flame wars often don’t change minds and it just creates a toxic environment. If you find someone that infuriates you, don’t attack them and just block. If they are really bad and pose a threat to people, collect evidence and do a warning post explaining why that person is dangerous but still block them.

Everyone here is a clown, even the famous ones. There is no superiority here. The number of followers you have often connects to how much of a clown you are. Now being a clown here isn’t always bad, many famous ones here make people’s days with their posts, but it’s not a contest here. In fact, fame is often considered a curse and once you have engrained yourself into the collective unconscious, you will mainly be remembered for why you became a famous tumblr clown.

Please hide your likes and follows. Don’t know how that started but it’s a thing here.

Likes do nothing, instead reblog. If it doesn’t fit the theme of your main blog, make a side blog for your reblogs.

Use tags. Tags are key here for both as a blog runner and blog reader. It allows you to quickly sort through things and see what you posted.

You don’t have to censor words like die or sex. We instead have trigger warnings tags that people can specifically block out if they don’t want to see content with stuff like that.

You want to been seen and see cool things, the algorithm is not going to do that for you. Instead you have to actively seek out what tags and blogs to follow to get the content you want. It’s more human and unlike most social media you gotta interact with people. If your feed is negative, it’s likely due to who you follow.

Don’t have a blank blog, the obvious bot usernames, or default profile pics. We are so used to fighting bots that we will auto block because of these. Some bots if you just try to click their username will get you viruses so we are careful.

Never forget the tumblr roots. Superwholock while often thought long dead still has a lasting memory here. It’s the websites heritage. Also add Hannibal and My Little Pony.

There is no cringe here for the most part. X Reader writers are just as valid as the artists here. We are all clowns because we are on this site.

Be kind and remember, people are just as human as you.

This has been you guide to Tumblr! I hope you enjoy this hellsite as much as I have.

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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 4 - Spring: Moving In

Masterpost Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You move into Neuvillette's (surprisingly modest) house Warnings: None except for restrictive gender roles, also for some reason Fontaine’s regency england (sort of) now? Note: I update this story on AO3 first so please subscribe to the fic there if you’d like to read it faster Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask

Have a pic of neuvillette standing on the skull of the guy who failed to prevent his birth (or something like that)

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Neuvillette had a busy schedule today, so he couldn’t accompany you to his house. So, he had the Melusine Liath show you the way. Come to think of it, it was kind of funny how you didn’t even know where he lived even though you were married to him now.

“I have to go back home to get my things first,” you told Liath.

“Sure thing, Madame Neuvillette,” Liath said cheerfully, dropping her voice lower when she called you Madame. Madame Neuvillette. Those words gave you a sense of vertigo. Better get used to it for the foreseeable future.

Liath had been quiet during the earlier ordeal, but now she was humming and skipping alongside you.

“Congratulations on your marriage! I do wish that there could be a grander ceremony, though, and that all my sisters could be there as well. Hehe, they were so jealous when I told them that Monsieur Neuvillette asked me to be the witness.”

“Ah...sorry about that,” you said. “It must have been very dull and underwhelming for you.”

“No, it’s fine. I know how busy Monsieur Neuvillette is. I don’t think he would hold an extravagant ceremony even if he did have time. He prefers to stay out of the spotlight, you know?”

You thought about the first time you met him and your subsequent run-ins with him and had to agree. It was a strange quirk for someone with such a high-profile job, but perhaps he simply wanted to avoid the public gaze after spending most of his time being at the center of it. But why take such a job, then?

“Yes, I can tell,” you said. “I can relate to that.”

You and Liath went down the elevator and headed for the direction of your boarding house. No one looked or paid much attention to you at all. You had half-expected a giant spotlight to shine down on you as soon as you left the Palais Mermonia or a loudspeaker to announce that you were Neuvillette’s new wife. The world hadn’t changed after your marriage, even though the new ring on your finger felt like a shining beacon.

Of course, you weren’t so naïve as to assume that this would remain the case for the rest of your marriage. It would certainly get out sooner or later. You had no idea what you would do when that time came but opted to leave that aside for now.

“You know, Madame, I’ve seen you at the Palais many times before. To tell you the truth, I was a bit afraid to say hello to you because you always had that scary look on your face, but now I can see that you’re not like that at all. You’re a bit like Monsieur Neuvillette in that way. Humans are always too intimidated to approach him, but he is really very friendly.”

This wasn’t the first time you were told that you had a face that put people off. You honestly didn’t understand what they were talking about. As far as you knew, your expression was just how you always looked. But it might be a problem when it comes time to teach children. You made a mental note to work on it later.

“He is certainly more approachable than I expected,” you nodded, slowing down a little bit so that Liath wouldn’t be left behind. “And thoughtful to boot.”

Liath beamed. “Ah, that’s just what I’d expect from Monsieur Neuvillette’s wife! You really do understand him well!”

I wouldn’t go that far, you thought, but said nothing. You knew that the Melusines were close to Neuvillette, but how much did they really know about the truth behind this marriage? Should you try to find out what Liath knew?

But before you could say anything, you had arrived at your boarding house. It was a small, old building that housed twenty or so young women at any given time, and it had been your home for more than a year.

You asked Liath to wait outside and went in. You had already paid the remainder of your rent to the landlady, so all that was left to do was to get your already packed suitcase and sign out. Most of the other girls were out at work during this time, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about running into anyone and having to make awkward conversation about why you were leaving.

A respectable young lady of a noble family technically should have found lodging with another family of similar rank. But you didn’t have any connections in the city that could take you in, and though you would never admit it, it was kind of fun having to live on your own and being responsible only for your own needs. Having to scrimp and be frugal wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world, but that feeling of freedom, of having to assert yourself? It was like breathing in cold air after spending a long time being suffocated.

To think you wouldn’t be able to experience that feeling again for a long time, now that you were married to the most powerful man in the nation (a fact that you still couldn’t wrap your head around). And even after this marriage was over, your job as a governess meant that you’d be at the mercy of whatever family you were assigned to.

Don’t think about it too much, you told yourself. Just keep looking at what’s in front of you and keep moving.

Your room was small and cramped, with most of the space dominated by the bed, closet, and desk. But it at least had a window, which made you more fortunate than some of the other boarders. Plus, you didn’t need to share it with anyone.

Your belongings were packed into your battered leather suitcase. You hadn’t brought much with you when you moved here, and you hadn’t bought many new things either. You wouldn’t need help carrying your suitcase, at the very least.

Picking up your suitcase, you turned back to look at your room one last time. The covers were neatly tucked under the mattress, the floor was swept clean, and everything you owned was in your hands. It looked just like how it was when you first moved in here, like there was never anyone living here at all. It probably wouldn’t be long before someone else moved in.

There was a weightless, hollow feeling in your chest as you walked down the narrow hallway that led to the front door. You felt like a ghost haunting the place where you once lived, like your existence had already been erased. This was a familiar feeling, one that you had felt at balls, dinners, and other social gatherings. A feeling that was your constant companion when you studied alone in your room while everyone else was out. You suspected that you would become even more acquainted with this feeling in the coming days and months.

Stop being so dramatic, you shook your head to get rid of this mood. You knew what you were signing up for. Just grit your teeth and get through it like you’ve always done.

Just then, you ran into a girl who was coming out of her room. “Oh, hey,” she said, then took a better look at you. “Wow, you’re dressed nicely today. And you’re moving out too. What’s the occasion?”

You weren’t exactly friends with this girl, but you had gone out with her and some other boarders for desserts from time to time, and it was fun listening to them gossip about the latest trends or scandals, even if you barely contributed. You wonder if she’d remember you for long after you leave.

A ready excuse was on your tongue, but you hesitated. The hollow feeling welled up inside you once again. But for some reason, you somewhat felt like defying it.

You looked the girl straight in the eye and said, “I got married.”

Liath was chattering away as you two walked to Neuvillette’s house, but you couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. Your heart was beating too quickly as you finally came to terms with what you had done today.

I’m actually married. I’m actually married to the Chief Justice of Fontaine.

You snuck one quick glance back at the receding boarding house. A surge of sudden homesickness welled up within you. You shook your head to clear it away and tried to think about something else.

At least you could enjoy the nice weather today. For the past week before your marriage, it had been cloudy and downcast, which hadn’t really helped your mood or nerves. You closed your eyes and tilted your head towards the sun, basking in the warmth.

The scenery around you gradually changed from familiar and welcoming shopfronts and apartment buildings to the stately and gated mansions of the Fontainian elites as you ascended towards the upper part of the city. The houses here weren’t as big as the country homes outside the city where the nobles spent most of the year, but they were still impressive. You tried not to gawk at all the finery around you, but it was difficult not to make comparisons to your small family home, located in a sleepy village just outside of the city.

I’m Madame Neuvillette now, you told yourself. Act more like it.

You straightened your back and stared directly ahead.

“We’re here!” Liath said, stopping in front of a wrought iron gate. “This is where Monsieur Neuvillette lives!”

There was a long white gravel path that disappeared up ahead, lined on both sides by trees. Neuvillette’s house was more isolated than you imagined.

Liath took out a key from her pocket and inserted it into a small door set into the gate that you hadn’t noticed until now. It was just the right size for a Melusine. Did Neuvillette have that installed for them? That’s really sweet, you thought with a surprising rush of warmth.

“I’ll run ahead and tell Ms. Marie that you’re here,” Liath told you. “She’s the housekeeper.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and watched as Liath ran down the path.

Left alone, you sat down on your suitcase. It was quiet here. All you could hear was the chirping of birds and the hum of bees. You had already gotten used to having the chatter of your boarding house neighbors and the sounds of activity outside your window as your daily background noise. This silence was discomfiting.

I want to run away.

That thought suddenly appeared in your mind. It wasn’t the first time.

You tapped your feet on your ground, trying to reason yourself to calmness. There’s nowhere for me to go. I can’t return home, especially after this whole affair, and I don’t have the money to find another place to live.

I want to run away.

“Shut up,” you growled to yourself. “You can’t change anything now.”

“Pardon me, Madame?” A woman’s voice came from behind you.

“Ah...” you jump up and spun around. Liath was back, accompanied by a middle-aged woman with brown hair and a friendly-looking face. “Hello,” you greeted her. “I’m--”

“I already know who you are, Madame Neuvillette,” the woman interrupted with a smile. Then, before your amazed eyes, she curtsied deeply. “I am Marie, Monsieur Neuvillette’s housekeeper. Welcome to your new home.”

She unlocked the gate and let you inside.

“I’ll be taking my leave now. I must get back to my post,” Liath announced.

You felt a jolt of shock upon hearing those words. You hardly knew Liath, but with her departure, you would truly be left all alone. There would be no going back.

The feeling of distress was so acute that it must have shown on your face, because Liath smiled at you reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Madame. Ms. Marie is really nice, and Monsieur Neuvillette’s house is incredibly comfortable. You’ll settle in quickly, I’m sure. And I think Monsieur Neuvillette would try his best to come home early today.”

Take me with you! You wanted to shout, but instead you plastered on a smile and said, “Thank you, Miss Liath. Have a safe trip back.”

“Bye!” Liath waved, then skipped off.

Marie closed the gate, then said, “Shall we go, then?” She picked up your suitcase and started walking back down the road. You hurried after her.

The white gravel road was somewhat dark due to the shade of the tall verdant trees on both sides. However, dappled sunlight still shined down through the leaves. It would be a calming, peaceful walk under any other circumstances, but you were a bundle of nerves. You should probably be asking Marie a million questions right now or at least making friendly conversation, like a proper lady, but try as you might, you couldn’t get the words out. Funny, you hadn’t felt this nervous when you moved to the city by yourself for the first time, or even during your marriage ceremony.

Marie didn’t seem to find your silence strange, though. She simply looked back and gave you friendly smiles every now and then and didn’t attempt to strike up a conversation. Perhaps she could tell how tense you were, which made you feel worse. The ability to maintain a veneer of calmness was one of your strengths.

Eventually, the road reached its end. Before you stood an elegant two-story mansion, yellow-bricked and blue-roofed. It had a wraparound porch that looked out onto a prettily arranged flowerbed, as well as a birdbath. The mansion was encircled by trees that cast their shade over it, giving it a somewhat gloomy appearance.

All in all, it was certainly a stately mansion, if a bit plainer than what one would expect for the residence of the Iudex.

“Huh...” a breath slipped out of you.

“Not what you were expecting, Madame?” Marie laughed.

You felt your face turn red. “No, no! It’s just that...I assumed that there would be more floors, and columns, and such...” you cleared your throat. “There must not be very many servants working here, then.”

“Not at all. It’s just me, and occasionally some hired help for the garden.”

“Just you?” you exclaimed.

“Yes. Monsieur Neuvillette prefers a solitary lifestyle, and he does not stay at home for very long due to his busy schedule, so there is no need for a lot of hands here. Ah, perhaps that will change now that you are here.”

“Oh, no, I doubt it. I can take care of myself just fine. There’s no need to change anything just for me.”

It was true, even back home, your family only had a single elderly housekeeper who had been around since your grandfather’s time, so you were already used to cooking for yourself and doing household chores. The thought of having to manage servants gave you a headache, so this came as a relief.

“You’re a lot like him, so humble and self-effacing. I can see why Monsieur Neuvillette took such a liking to you,” Marie said.

You smiled awkwardly but said nothing. This was the second time so you had been told something like that to you today. Does Marie know the truth about this marriage? I need to ask Monsieur Neuvillette about this later.

There were too many unknowns here for your liking.

You followed Marie inside the house. The interior was tastefully decorated but not ostentatious like the mansion that held the ball you attended last month. For someone with such a complicated outfit, his taste in fashion does not seem to extend elsewhere, you thought.

“I’ll bring your suitcase to your room, and then I will show you around the house, if that’s all right with you, Madame?”

“Yes, that sounds good, Marie,” you nodded.

You climbed the wooden staircase to the second floor. There was a set of double doors at the far left end, which you presumed to be the master bedroom. But to your surprise, Marie headed to the right and opened a door at the end.

“This is your room, Madame,” she announced, setting your suitcase down on the end of the queen-sized bed.

The room was much bigger than your old room at the boarding house. It consisted of a large bed with a floral bedspread, a wooden desk, an empty bookshelf, a vanity, and a closet. There was a closed door in the corner. You caught a glimpse of a window seat behind lacy curtains. Everything looked elegant and little-used.

It suddenly struck you. You had been so preoccupied with the marriage of convenience itself that the fact that you would have to sleep in the same room as your husband never occurred to you. But you supposed that you didn’t have to worry about that now.

“Monsieur Neuvillette wished for you to be comfortable during your stay here, so he had this guest room prepared for you,” Marie said, as though reading your thoughts. “I’m glad to see it getting used now.”

The word “stay” caught your attention. Stay implied temporality. Did Marie know everything? Before you could ask her, she gestured towards the closed door. “That’s where the bathroom is.”

Marie went on to show you around the house. As you guessed, Neuvillette’s private quarters, including his bedroom and study, were in the left wing. The drawing room, kitchen, dining room, and Marie’s room were all downstairs. There was also a garden in the back.

After the tour was done, Marie told you that lunch would be ready in a few hours. You decided to rest in your room. You were suddenly feeling exhausted.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door behind you and flopped onto the bed. It was incredibly soft and comfortable. It felt like you could sink down into it forever.

Is this what it’s like to stay in a hotel? You thought. You had never had that experience, but you thought that this was what it would be like, this mixture of giddiness from being in a new environment and the distant acceptance that you wouldn’t be here for long.

After lying on the bed for a few minutes, you decide to unpack your things and look around. The closet was far too big for your few articles of clothing, which looked tragically out of place inside the mahogany interior. You placed your books, including your beloved Remurian history books, on the bookshelf. You went into the bathroom to put away your toiletries and was greeted with the sight of a large, claw-footed bathtub, neatly arranged shelves of bath products, and a wide marble sink.

You closed the door firmly behind you and flopped back down onto the bed. The thought of moving again sounded like torture.

How did things turn out this way? You thought. I’m completely out of my element here.

The hollow feeling returned, stronger than ever. You buried your face in your pillow.

It would be one thing if you were brought here to work. But being a wife? Such aspirations, if they ever existed, had died out long ago within you. You weren’t sure you could even pretend to be one anymore.

It was funny how fate, seemingly so straightforward for you, could take this unexpected turn. You devoted yourself to becoming a governess out of the belief that you would never marry, and yet here you were, married to the Chief Justice himself (albeit temporarily). All the uncertainties and anxieties about the situation whirled through your mind. What would happen if people found out? Would you ever get hired by a family after this was over? Neuvillette said he would keep this marriage a secret as much as possible, but considering how it was the Hydro Archon who ordered him to get married, that would mean that you would have to meet her one day, as well as whatever high-society friends you had. Not to mention the fact that when all of this would inevitably come out, how would you deal with all that attention?

You buried your head in your pillow. It felt like you had dug yourself into a deeper hole.

Something your mother said came back to you. It had been during one of your arguments over giving up your future, when you had tried to explain that it was your destiny to become a spinster.

“Fate isn’t something so set in stone, my dear. Anything can drive it off course.”

You weren’t sure you believed that. In your opinion, some people were just destined to serve certain roles in life.

Role...

Yes, being Neuvillette’s wife was just another role. You needed to just think of this as a side path to your true goal. Sometimes, you had to go through temporary obstacles to achieve something. One year wasn’t so long, after all. Perhaps whatever you gained from this side path could help you in the future. You could try to make connections with the upper-class people in Neuvillette's circle, securing a good placement for yourself after this was all over. Or at least this could make for a funny story to tell people much later in life.

You sat up on the bed. Just like how you brute-forced your way into mastering all that a governess needed to know, you could brute-force your way into learning how to act as the wife of the Chief Justice. You wouldn’t be like Remus, panicking after something unexpected happened and making the worst possible decisions, leading to his downfall.

No, you would prepare as best as you could and keep moving forward. There was no other way.

The pile of paperwork on Neuvillette’s desk didn’t decrease in any way, which was to be expected even after his marriage this morning.

Neuvillette methodically made his way through them. After a few hundred years of doing this, it had almost become second nature for him. What was different this time was that he found his mind wandering more often than not, and not towards the usual subjects.

Well, it is only natural for someone to be distracted when they got married a short time ago, he mused.

Neuvillette had been invited to many weddings in his time and even officiated some, so he knew that this one wasn’t particularly standard. But he thought that it was a pleasant one that suited the tastes of everyone involved. If possible, he would have liked to have the ceremony near a nice, quiet body of water, preferably in the shade, but there was no point in regretting things now.

The image of Miss [Name]--no, his wife—flashed through his mind. He hadn’t told her at the time, because he sensed that it would only make her even more uncomfortable, but he thought that blue brought out the color of her eyes and cheeks, giving her a more cheerful and sprightly air. She should wear brighter colors more often, he thought, but suspected that she would only give him that dead-eyed stare again.

It only occurred to him now that she might have chosen to wear blue today to match him. That made him feel pleased. It meant that she was going into this marriage with no hard feelings. There was something else to that feeling of pleasure as well, but Neuvillette couldn’t quite pin it down. That wasn’t anything new, though. Perhaps he would identify this feeling sometime later.

As Neuvillette signed more documents, he could keenly feel the weight of his ring on his hand, even though it was plain and simple enough that his glove could fit over it without issue. He had the rings made a short while ago and was glad that they were a good fit.

He could still remember the sensation of his wife’s hand against his own skin and the focused look on her face as she put the ring on him. How long had it been since someone had touched his skin? It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, though.

That was a good way to describe this whole affair. Not unpleasant.

He wondered how she was doing right now. He hoped she was settling in well. Though he had no doubt that she would get along well with Marie, he still couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. Did the room suit her taste? Should he have consulted with her beforehand? There was still so much he didn’t know about her.

For example, part of the reason why he had chosen her to be his wife was because she seemed to be a person of little emotional ups and downs. In his line of work, he often had to deal with intense emotions, something that could still overwhelm him at times. However, after getting to know her better, he learned that she wasn’t as calm and placid as he expected. There was a raging turmoil underneath that seemingly tranquil surface.

But it wasn’t all negative. He smiled slightly as he recalled her spirited speech about Remuria. There was something so charming about seeing a serious person lighting up in that way.

Neuvillette moved on to the next document, which wasn’t a document at all but a note. He sighed, recognizing the handwriting. It was from Furina.

He skimmed it before putting it aside. He already knew its contents before opening it. It seems that she wishes to continue her daily harassment of me even in writing, he suppressed a sigh. Furina had a packed schedule for this month, so she probably couldn’t find the time to storm into his office, hence the note. But eventually, he would have to tell her about his marriage and most likely introduce his wife.

He decided to put such thoughts aside for now. There was no use in worrying about possibilities.

At the very least, I hope I can look forward to a peaceful time at home today.

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[liusaidh-writing]

This is getting to be a bit of a broken record here, but like so many people have already stated:

I am really sorry, but if you follow me and I go to your blog and see nothing, I will block/report you. I will assume you're a bot.

When you make your tumblr, take the time to change the profile pic, maybe put a short intro. You aren't required to reblog stuff (though it is always welcome!!). But please make a small effort to let us all know that you're human! 💕

[putrid-sex-machine]

ALL ANGELS ARE TRANSGENDER

no real dni as i think theyre fucking stupid. i'm pro para, pro fic, pro wtvr tf, just not pro contact. dont follow if you think my blog might upset you. close minded ppl & fake claimers fuck off. basic boundaries: i don’t fw srs sexualization of rape (not cnc), anything relating to animals or children (pet and age play don’t count) & detrans posting by cis ppl. pls don’t take anything i rbg or post on this account as any form of approval or support for genuinely harmful kinks. i talk about unsafe ideas that are fine to fantasize about but would be unsafe irl. know the difference & take good care of yourselves & sexual partners<3

THIS iS A SiDE BLOG. i CANNOT FOLLOW BACK OR LiKE POSTS.

[iNBOX & DMS R OPEN!!!] -> wont be answering weird dms w no context lol. at least try to use basic conversation skills.

☆ as far as you should be concerned, i don't have a name. call me null. he/it/hymn, subby, pre-everything (for now) ftm, 18, edgy loser. i'm an anti censorship, splatterpunk enthusiast. literally a star in a human flesh suit. werewolf loving, monster fucking, petplay and forcemasc obsessed freak. i practice the occult, tulpamancy, atheistic Satanism (TST) and whatever other shit i find interesting.

☆ my gender and sexuality are beyond my and your comprehension. idk wtf is going on & neither should you. trans man/masc whos somewhere near the definition of omnisexual. masculine & androgynous pref & don’t typically find mainstream presentation of cis women attractive. transmasc, non binary, but also a man who still likes women in a gay way. i'm ambiamory.

☆ mysterious undiagnosed issues ;-)c (possibly grandiosity, hypomania & adhd but idfc). i'm prone to borderline delusional thinking & often see myself as divine and angelic, i might come off as ungrounded and overly intense when experiencing this. this is not a thought pattern that can or will be changed by strangers online. any attempts at “reality checking” will be ignored.

☆ i have weird thoughts & am a fucking loser for petplay. i love gross media. freaks PLEASE interact. asks always open (^_^) if you're following me & i actively interact with your posts pretend we're mutuals

PROFiLE NAViGATiON

#.txt -> text post (obv)

#.img -> img post (again, duh)

#favs -> lets take an educated guess!

#my writing -> hm...

#my art -> tag i use in the rare occurrence i post my art here

#pics -> not my pictures/rbg imgs i fw

#resources -> information & other helpful links

#scotties crap -> my tulpas rbgs/posts/wtvr tf

#puppy posting -> horny shit <3

#god.pdf -> idk how to describe this one. just click it ig

✓ (heavy) praise, mild/light degradation, body worship & inspection, forcemasc, humiliation, teratophilia/monster fucking, petplay, primal, roleplay, cowboys, werewolves, manhandling, boots, masks, grinding, double penetration, 3some, biting, vanilla, pet names, corruption, voice, monster plants

? intox, (safe/light) bloodplay, overstim, urophilia???? (not too sure on this 1, its mainly the power imbalance and desperation it represents), dumbification, scarification, bdsm, cnc (with proper aftercare), scent/musk, bondage

✗ detrans, scat, feet, misgendering, feedism, raceplay, emetophilia, ageplay, lack of aftercare

KiNKTOBER 2024 SOFT SMUT PROMPTS HORROR MOViE NSFT ASKS

[writernopal]

As a matter of principle…

I don’t vague at people when things bother me. I'll just say what’s on my mind because being passive aggressive really doesn't suit anyone. That said, I've been noticing some really crappy behavior around here recently, ranging from bullying, stealing people’s work, generally being rude, sending anon hate messages and so on. And before I go on, no, none of my mutuals are engaging in this type of behavior (so don’t worry if you are a mutual and reading this!) and no, none of it has been directed at me, but I’ve seen it affect mutuals and non-mutuals alike and its just not okay.

This should be a space where people can come to have fun, share their interests and find community, but that can’t happen if people don’t feel safe, if their boundaries aren’t being respected, and if those around them aren’t practicing common courtesy. I want to remind you that just because this is a virtual space, does not mean that your words or actions don’t have real, and possibly lasting consequences, on those you interact with. Good or bad.

It’s easy to forget because when you come here you’re looking at a computer or phone screen and the people behind the profile pics become this abstract concept, but they aren’t. They are real human people and they are going to read what you sent them and they are going to have a reaction you can’t control, no matter what your intentions were. Yes, you’re not responsible for what they do, but you are responsible for your own words and actions and you are not excused from the consequences that come from expressing or doing them. All of this should go without saying, but apparently, we do need reminding so here we go…

If it’s not something someone can change about themselves in 30s or less, don’t say it. (Ie, spinach in teeth, toilet paper stuck to your shoe.)

If you wouldn’t say/do it in front of a loved one or someone’s opinion you highly value, don’t say/do it.

If you wouldn’t break the silence in a crowded elevator to say it, don’t say it.

If you wouldn’t 100% defend and endorse your statement or actions before an authority figure (whoever that is to you), don’t say/do it.

Am I asking you to go to bat for people? No. That often makes the situation worse and can cause the person affected a lot of anxiety. What I am asking you, and really everyone here, to do is not engage in this type of behavior. It’s cowardly and gross, and if you’re here doing this type of stuff, please show yourself out and do some reflecting.

[triforce-of-mischief]

Hello and welcome!

You can call me Fable! My pronouns are she/they and I am currently 21 years old.

[THE ASKBOX WILL HAVE UNSTABLE 'HOURS' UNTIL THE SCAMBOT PROBLEM IS SOMEWHAT FIXED.]

AO3 ~ Pronouns Page ~ @fics-and-fables ~ @fable-stims ~ @fable-doodles ~ @overcome-series ~ @queering-the-chain ~ @whump-is-a-fabled-thing

Adults can ask for the blog where I reblog spicier art, fics, and memes.

I am a big sister irl and among the Hurricane Family. Please don't be afraid to talk to me! I don't bite, I promise.

LU Legend is really important to me and I would love to answer headcanon questions and stuff! [on hands and knees begging]

TL;DR for my DNI:

If you think that human rights are negotiable/too political, that's your problem. #nobody wants this war

Unless I have very good reason to, I don't trust people who engage postively with Harry Potter.

I do not tolerate stealing, whether it's reposting or feeding to an AI algorithm.

I'm on Tumblr because I know and like how it works. If you want to support my fics and art, please reblog them. Spamliking (without reblogging) is barely tolerable on a good day and softblock-worthy on a bad day. Even if you have a profile pic and whatnot, blank blogs get softblocked. Persistent follows from a blog with no posts/reblogs will earn a full block. If you don't like it, go back to Twitter.

Please do not tag me in tag-all-your-friends posts or send ask chains. Normal ask games are more than welcome. Clarification here: X

I'm an atheist, not antitheist. Christians are welcome as long as you're cool about it. I'm undereducated on most minority beliefs and trying to change that. You're safe with me.

If you feel unsafe in your religious community, or even if you don't, please read this: X

Things you won't find here:

Tags for triggers

Donation boosts

Excessive reblog bait

Untagged unreality

Untagged nsfw

Tags that mostly exist for blacklisting:

#reblog bait

#unreality

#nsfw

#explicit audio

#fable gets personal

I don't do much with shipping but all ship content is properly tagged (e.g. #legend/ravio).

I will engage with Linkshipping content as long as it is not related to Linked Universe or any AU where the creator has set clear boundaries.

I ask that you do not rec my fics to gimmick blogs or repost a link on your blog instead of reblogging mine. X

Do not reblog any of my content to Tumblr Communities.

Hope you enjoy my blog! May the light illuminate your path.

[batneko]

Oh god the bot flood is back.

New followers please, I am begging you, change your profile pic and add a blog title, reblog something or post a quick "hi." That's all it takes, please, let me know you're human.

[airi-p4]

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I’m going to clean up followers so I’ll assume those blogs with ‘Untitled’ in the bio, no icon or profile pic and nothing posted or reblogged are bots/spam.

By the beginning of next month, I’ll report/block/delete all those followers that seem like bots/spam to me. 

So please, if you are NOT A BOT or SPAM, edit your blog. Change your icon, write whatever you want in your bio, make a post or reblog something. ANYTHING!! But please, prove me you’re human. Otherwise I’m going to block you.

Thank you for your understanding. 

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

I was thinking about all of the racists who kept being nasty about The Little Mermaid and that one trashbag who said that Ariel should be played by a white woman but that « Halle can still be the mermaid in a new, darker and sadder adaptation of the fairytale ». So I came up with this :

Imagine a more horrific version of The Little Mermaid where the mermaid is the villain. She is white, pale-skinned, blonde-haired and blue-eyed to show how evil and impure she is. The prince finds her on the beach. She’s naked and mute and he brings her to his castle to take care of her because he thinks she’s the survivor of a shipwreck. He finds her really beautiful but also very strange. He doesn’t know that she watches him sleep and she acts kind of possessive towards him but he finds it cute. He starts having nightmares about a mysterious figure drowning him but doesn’t think too much of it. She acts sweet when she’s in his presence and he starts to genuinely like her and then becomes infatuated with her. But when the prince’s fiancée arrives at the palace, he gets caught in a love triangle between the beautiful mysterious voiceless “siren” from the beach and the princess from another kingdom he’s always known and loved.

The mermaid becomes even more dangerous and tries to hurt her. She’s jealous of her gracefulness, beautiful dark brown skin and jet black hair that give her an angelic and innocent beauty that the mermaid doesn’t have. She becomes more and more aggressive towards her and when the princess tries telling the prince, he doesn’t believe her until a final battle on the beach where, after the prince confesses that he loves them both, the mermaid regains her voice and tells the truth : she wants a human soul to be immortal and in order to obtain one, she received help from a sea witch. She had to make a human fall in love with her without using her voice and needed him to confess his true love for her. And then eat his heart. So they fight and the mermaid wins and eats the prince’s heart but the princess manages to survive.

That way, those people would have their « white » mermaid and their « horrific fairytale ».

Hey I love this idea!!! I'm gonna file it under https://fandomshatepeopleofcolor.tumblr.com/search/fic+ideas

and I'm going through the archives and hopefully gonna add some more posts to the fic ideas tag.

Also a reminder!!! We've got the end the OTW racism post pinned but right now is the time to help out and you can do so several ways!!!

-comment on fics that are titled with End OTW Racism -change your profile pics to the official End OTW Racism icons -upload fics/rename fics on AO3 with End OTW Racism

Please pls help us out we just started the campaign yesterday!!!

mod ali

[lemme-just-oops]

Hello! So I’ve had this funny idea going around in my head for a bit, you know how the default mc profile pic is a polar bear and how some artists draw them as just a polar bear? Well my crack idea is that the mc is a human, but they have a polar bear with them as an emotional support animal. Just this giant bear, that is taller than most people trudging along through the hallways, trying to fit through doors because it’s too fluffy and big, just silly thoughts.

So basically my request is can you please write some headcanons with how the boys live around an mc who has an emotional support polar bear walking around with them 24/7?

Alpheratz: This man is actually kind of jealous about the bear. Not because it has very limited responsibilities despite its strength, or that it is near you all around, but because of its size. It looks so fluffy too, so he needs it to let him take a nap on it. Not that he would make a persistant effort about how much he wants to do it, but he makes an occasional effort.

Arcturus: He is frightened, despite your animal being well trained. But he does worry about its well-being, especially when summer arrives. Does he offer shaving it? Yes. But does he flinch with all of its movement? Also yes. And despite always being scared, he never misses a chance to invite you to hanging out.

Pollux: Do not ever leave him alone with your support animal! Not even when you go to the bathroom! THIS IS AN URGENT WARNING! This man has the curiosity of a scientist with the common sense of a kid! "How far can it open its mouth?", he may ask, shortly before trying to put his head inside its mouth to look at its teeth. Your support animal may be a perfectly trained one, but that does not save you from the heartattacks you get when you turn your back for 0.5 seconds.

Sirius: He wants to feed the bear so desperately, but he knows not to distract it from its duties. Knows way too much about polar bear body language to immediately tell when it loses concentration, and will lead it back on track. When asked how he knows, he says that the mind of a polar bear and an owner are not too different. Even in appearance they look similar. Keep that phrase in mind, because he will often say that he likes the absolute units of a paw of your bear. Maybe he will transform into your bear someday and watch how long it takes for you to figure out which of them is your actual pet.

Spica: This man is just in love with your bear. Its magnificent size, how healthy it must be that its fur is so bright. He lives and thrives when he encounters the two of you, though he will not talk about your support animal unless you bring it up or he is concerned about its well-being. Though, emotional support animals do not count as service animals and he cannot give you loose permissions just because you two are on good terms. Your pet is sadly not allowed in most classrooms for several safety reasons, and he must hold you to that standard.

Vega: He feels so small near your pet, even as it simply lays on the ground. His cautious personality does not change a lot around your animal, and he always greets it by letting it sniff his hand. Is that his attempt of booping its nose without ever saying it? Yes. Will he ask you if you can ride it like a war animal? Also yes, and if you do, he wants to ride on it too. In fact, he expresses jealousy because in his clan they have a list of permitted service animals and he does not think they are as cool. Because -according to him- no one would want to ride a wyvern or flying whale.

[kurain-genealogy]

for th love of god if you follow me and you're just a lurker on tumblr (though you really should be reblogging things to support artists) PLEASE customize your blog i need more to indicate that you are a human person. change your blog title, add a bio (can even just be like "hi i'm not a bot"), change your profile pic please. i usually take the time to investigate if your likes/following are visible but if there's nothing to indicate that you're not a bot chances are i'll block (or softblock) you.

[lilundertale-asatreat]

Hey y'all, idk if the right people are going to see this post or not, but please please if you're going to follow me, please do something with your blog to make it look inhabited? If you haven't reblogged anything yet, that's fine as long as you either have a post saying that you're not a bot, changed your profile pic (to something that is not a picture of a real person preferably!), gave yourself a blog title, and/or noticeably changed your account's appearance in some way like choosing a different color background or something. I just got 4 empty accounts following me within the last hour, and I blocked two automatically, but I left the other two alone because one of them had a personalized icon and background color and stuff, and I realized that the other accounts might not have been bots.

I know people keep saying this, and I know y'all are probably tired of hearing this, but we just had/are having a big wave of porn bots following literally everyone for the past couple of months. I haven't seen anyone bring this up, but honestly, I suspect the resurgence might be because before then, with the new wave of Twitter and tiktok migrators coming in with empty accounts because they didn't know the culture, people started realizing the empty accounts were real people and at least some (me included) probably did stop blocking them for a time to try and give everyone a chance to see the posts telling them to add something to their account, and whoever is behind the bots took it as an opportunity to attack again. I'm back to blocking empty accounts on sight, and I know everyone else is too, so I can't stress this enough, please do something to show that you are human

That's all, and I hope you're having a good day/night

[londonhalcyon]

Some of the bots I’ve gotten lately have been a little more clever, so here’s a friendly reminder, if you’re going to follow me (or anyone else on Tumblr!) to please please please

Give your blog a title and description. Doesn’t matter if it’s a quote or something funny or even a simple “Just a lurking blog!” as long as it’s something

Add a profile pic (and preferably a banner too). One that is not of a real life human, unless they’re some well known character or celebrity

Reblog or make at least one (1) post. Again, doesn’t matter what it is as long as it’s something

Not doing any of these things is the fastest way to get mistaken as a bot and blocked. I’ve had to block so many bots lately it’s not funny, and the last two or three almost tricked me into thinking they were real people. Normally I’m less trigger happy with the block button than a lot of Tumblr users, but lately I’ve had to change that. Which is a problem because many of my followers are lurkers with untitled and/or empty blogs that I can only guess are real people but can’t be sure. So—

PLEASE personalize your blog so no one mistakes you for a bot. Not only do I not want to accidentally block you, but I don’t want other users to accidentally block you either.

[anti-workshop]

What with all the tomfoolery ol' reddit is pulling these days, I thought I'd make my own Welcome To Tumblr! post!

Welcome to Tumblr Reddit Refugees! (redditfugees?)

Here we are:

Very gay

Very hate capitalism colonialism imperialism

Broke as fuck

Silly wittle guys :3

Disabled baby!

So very very tired

Gorgeous like oh my GOD we're so hawt

jiust so tired

We don't do influencers, so don't even try. Please for the love of all that is good and sweet change your profile pic to something normal like a flaming skull or a badger or something.

Don't do Tumblr Live, please. Just ignore it. Snooze it every chance you get. Don't look at it and maybe it'll go away (probably not)

Make your bio! It can even just say like, "Hey y'all I'm human! Please don't block/report me?" and maybe we won't block/report you. (we may still block/report you because we are trigger happy and have been hurt before)

REBLOG! REBLOG! Reblogs are the lifeblood of this site. DO NOT REPOST (that means copying the cool thing you liked and making your own post) I will personally hunt you down and skin you alive and wear your skin like a fancy hoodie and steal your life and loved ones and then break their hearts when I reveal that I am a skin-walker mockery of their once beloved person. If you repost, I'll do that for real.

Likes are just like, a way to save something for later. REBLOG STUFF YOU LIKE!

Don't censor yourself babies! We can say murder fuck kill suck boobies dick cunt cock queer dance off shit oyster suicide bitch here! So don't censor your #tags either, because that is how a lot of us keep ourselves safe and healthy.

To reiterate, I can say I want to skin you alive and wear your skin in a hellish charade of your own persona while making out with your dad. I can say it! If people aren't cool with that, they can block me and that's awesome!

Make liberal use of your ability to block fuckers! It's so cool to do! My faves to block are terfs, swerfs, the usual suspects etc.

Tags are a common way to put your spin on a post without actually answering it in a reblog. #So like say shit fun and cool#In the Tags#like this babies

There is no way to gain cache or cool points here! We're all weird little skittering gremlin losers who love ourselves and our cringey weirdness and celebrate it in myriad wonderful ways, so go out there and post your worst takes, your embarrassing fic, your OC sketches, your WIP poetry, pics of your stupid pet/s (please please do this as much as possible it keeps me alive), advice on which drugs are good, ramblings/musings on everything/nothing, typos, misinformation, jokes, disninformation, what time is currently is, series of random punctuation, ANYTHING!

Oh, and haiku bot! We have our own haiku bot! They visit sometimes.