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[broken-dollhouse]

This exists in relation to all of our stamps.

Our stamps, with the exception of r/adqueer && explicitly [pro] e/ndo flags / creators , will cover nearly every term , however we are very discourse unaligned & don't care for it , meaning we won't engage in it at all. Us creating a stamp for a flag does not directly mean we endorse it , we create these stamps for others. Basically saying don't assume we are one way or another and don't bring discourse to us either. These stamps are a resource for others.

However we are very much autistic + intersex , which influences how we are as someone who has struggled with self-id for years , we find no reason to judge someone elses id unless they are actively harming someone else. Meaning we are generally neutral on good faith ids.

Posts with stamps ;

Assorted flags 1 [link] Gemstone trans flags [link] Lesbian + Gay flags [link] Lesbian + Sapphic flags [link] System flags - Butternuttered [link] Assorted flags 2 [link]

[teenalien-xx]

[angelicbites]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

[spineless-lobster]

Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits

[ara-the-great]

Sylus when you get injured during sparring would be like a sad puppy who mistakenly bit your hand.

He'd scramble to your side the moment he realized his hit landed right on your face, immediately checking for damage with shaky hands

"sweetie, are you ok? Are you hurt? I didn't mean to- I didn't think the hit would land" his eyebrows furrowed so deeply you could swear there would be permanent lines. His eyes were darting around your face as he held you. When you'd lower your head to inspect the wound with your hand, he would mistakenly think you cowered from his touch.

"kitten let me see,- please" you could hear his voice breaking as he said please. His hands shaking as his thumb fluttered over your busted lip.

"Sylus I'm ok. These type of injuries happen during sparring it's ok"

"No I should have-"

" if I didn't get hit I'd never learn." You placed your palm on his cheeks to calm him- to assure him you were alright but he only looked at you helpless. He looked at you with such sadness in his eyes that you suspected there was far more to this than today's incident.

He would continue to sulk as he iced your wounds and even going as far to heal your minor wounds with his evol. This sulking and apologizing would carry far into the week until you practically had to kiss him to shut up

[daily-spooky]

heart shaped bathtub

[wattemeer]

[sleepymarimo]

toji x reader // sfw!

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t remember the last time he was gifted something.

“you got me what?” he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.

you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. “just some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,” you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.

in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass you’d been using. toji’s footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.

“there’s a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,” you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. “and some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrush…”

the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. “you tellin’ me i reek or something?” he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.

“maybe.” comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. “but seriously, you just come around so often,”- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- “that i figured i’d just get you your own things. it’s not like it cost me an arm and a leg.”

with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. “plus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.”

he grunts, his eyes following you until you’re out of sight. “i don’t need fancy clothes or any of that crap,” he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.

his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.

he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, it’s his, and maybe that’s why this shirt is the softest one he’s ever felt.

with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.

the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.

inside the shower, toji’s shoulders sag.

it’s as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.

toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.

while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. it’s not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.

even when you’d first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadn’t demanded much in return.

“just don’t make a big mess and be decent, alright?” he remembers you saying.

and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? he’d be a moron to decline.

it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldn’t be in your debt, wouldn’t wait for the day when you’d inevitably ask for something.

so, he offered what he always did- himself. that’s what women usually wanted from him, anyway.

his idea didn’t exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.

were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?

“oh, no… i don’t do that,” you’d said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. “you don’t have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?”

the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than they’ve been in a long time.

when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.

the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.

in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. toji’s steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.

he’s amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.

“let me crash here, yeah?” he suggests, though it’s more of an order.

you’re startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. “oh, you scared me! new clothes and you think you’re all that, huh? too good for the couch?”

yet, even as you chide him, you’re peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.

he curls into you. you don’t mind.

while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.

his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. he’d never admit how much it means to him that you’d gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.

it’s more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.

he’s yours, even if he doesn’t know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.

[evichuart]

a hard day of work at the baratie 💪🏻✨

[paperzombiie]

Woofsley 🐺

[jeonclds]

𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗌 :

ᥫ᭡ ᡣ𐭩 ᰔᩚ ఇ 𑁤 ♡⃝ ♡⃕

‎ᰔ ෆ ❣︎ ఌ ❥ ও ৎ୭ ♡̶

‎۪ᩍ ❤︎ ♡ﾟ ♡̵ ᡴꪫ ྐ❤︎ 𐚁

=͟͟͞♡ ❦ ♡⃞ 🝮 ཐི♡ཋྀ ꨄ︎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[broken-dollhouse]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀psd⠀⠀⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀rentry⠀⠀⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀tags ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀did system⠀⠀⠀⠀⨯⠀⠀⠀⠀reqs open ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sabanigender intersex⠀⠀⠀⠀⑅⠀⠀⠀⠀adult ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀simplyplural templates⠀⠀⠀⠀&&⠀⠀⠀⠀flags ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀anti endo⠀⠀⠀⠀・⠀⠀⠀⠀anti prat ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more identities in rentry

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[pt / e2r] psd[link] rentry[link] tags[link]

did system requests open

sabanigender[link] intersex adult

simplyplural templates and flags

anti endo anti prat [/end pt]

As an extra or miscellaneous note esp as our rentry is a wip ;

if our layout feels too similar to someones please let us know privately so we can work on changing it ^^ same goes for if we ever use a closed symbol especially as we can't find anything definitive about what is or isn't one

[teenalien-xx]

your love is like a studded leather headlock ♡

[obihoebikenobi]

Logan likes kissing. Like, really likes kissing.

Every time he comes home from work and finds Wade lounging on the couch, he clambers over and presses a kiss to to the top of Wade's head, asking him about his day. When Logan finds him in the kitchen cooking breakfast, he wraps his arms around Wade from behind, kissing down his neck, asking how he slept. Right before going to sleep Logan presses a closed lip kiss to Wade's lips, another to his cheek, and it's goddamn irritating because Logan's such a fucking tease and he doesn't even seem to realize it.

Logan seems to like making out on the couch more than he likes having sex, always taking copious amounts of time to lick into Wade's mouth, suck open mouthed kisses underneath his chin, all the way down to his chest.

Of course they have sex, lot's of sex, all the time, but the soft shit? Logan does it all the time, almost like he doesn't have to think about it.

Walking two blocks down the street to the grocery store? Logan's holding Wade's hand. Riding the train? Logan's pressed up close, arm wrapped around Wade's shoulders. Busy Saturday market? Logan's pushing through the crowds, leading Wade to an open spot in the park, smiling and pressing a kiss to his forehead, asking if he wants a croissant.

It annoys Wade, not because he doesn't like it, but because it's so fucking gentle and sickly sweet and so different from the Logan he first knew who would bite Wade's damn head off and shove him up against the wall, all possessive and shit.

One day Wade asks him about it, and Logan smiles all fondly at him, cupping his cheeks, looking straight into his eyes like they're starring in a fucking hallmark holiday movie.

"Because I love you," Logan says matter-of-factly, "When I see you, I kiss you. Want my hands on you all the time. Want to make you feel good, bub."

And maybe Wade doesn't miss the possessive manhandling after all.

[ara-the-great]

Sylus would sometimes intentionally keep his hair messy while going out. It wouldn't be much maybe a cow lick or one of Mephisto's feather sticking out of his head. He knew it would bother you.

"I think you have a feather in your hair? Shouldn't you remove it before we head out?" You pointed out, trying your best not to be rude.

"Hmm fix it for me" he says bowing his head in front of you. But this cheeky crow intentionally didn't bend far enough. He enjoyed seeing you on your tippy toes with absolute concentration on your face.

"You know I can't reach you like this! Why are you so tall? For all I know you might be the descendant of a titan" you grumbled trying to pull him down.

Sylus leaned forward, his breath fanning over your face, his lips hovering over yours "is it that I am tall or that you are tiny, kitten?" His eyes sparked with mischief. Darting between your eyes and your lips. The slow caress of his hand on your back didn't go unnoticed either.

"I am not tiny. You are just a behemoth of a man. Now get lower and let me fix your hair" you tried to seem stern while fighting all those butterflies in your stomach and honestly you were losing.

He didn't say anything nor did he back away from you. He gracefully began dropping to his knees while keeping his eyes glued to yours. His hand slowly traveled from your back to settle on your hips and held on to you like a devotee praying

"You are the only one in this world who is able to order me around like this" he drawled seeming almost intoxicated just by the sight of you. You couldn't help but notice how his words seemed more like a confession than a statement. And that fact flooded your heart with warmth.

"And you wouldn't have it any other way" you said smiling and fixing his hair.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way" he repeated with absolute devotion and adoration in this eyes

[hellish-timy]

once i’m detached, it’s over… you’ll never get the same version of me.