Angel's Reblogs

They/he/it | Aroace + Omni | I like stuff, idk | I have no idea what to put here

[angels-reblogging]

HELLO, HELLO!

{☆} Name: Angel

{☆} Pronouns: I have those. They're in my bio

{☆} Age: Something or Other

{☆} Interests: history, literature, mythology, psychology, anthropology, and anatomy.

{☆} Current hypfixation(s): Supernatural, Gachiakuta, Dorohedoro, The Amazing Digital Circus!

{☆} About: Just one of my alts - this one is for reposts! I'm just weird and like to keep things in there own areas '●~● Reposts can contain something about my interests, hyperfixations, or something I just relate to!

{☆} Be ware: Please don't try to DM me. You can’t on any of my accounts. My inbox is totally open, though!

{☆} Main/art account: @t-mourningangel-t

{☆} Writing account: @mourningcity

[goldenstrawberrytiger]

Okay Guys! Calling out thiefs!

Two certain users are accusing me of stealing my own art! So let's rat them out, shall we?

This user is @j4n4a. I thought they were joking! They weren't cuz later . . .

they posted this!

which is wrong in itself but then another user joins in!

asking them to report me is crazy.

so I think its clear I didnt misgender them by using a gender neutral pronouns cuz i didnt know their pronouns.

so I guess here is MORE proof I drew my own art.

no way! i posted this 20h before they did?!?! thats TOTALLY stealing!

so then @l0lia accusses me of hacking instead of admitting they are wrong💔💔💔

then the glaze is wild.

so ya guys. I didn't steal my own art. also, my art isnt even that good so idk why this person tried to steal it.

and its the same design as this from a previous post so bitch literally how?!

i need to add watermarks now ig.

UPDATE:

this person is actually evil now okay.

[heck-teck]

go my mutuals @matchatale-shenanigans @oronhoy @metha-winifred @bobby-the-wallflower @drudg30n @koimoth-internet @monsters-of-the-margins

[matchatale-shenanigans]

Enemy spotted.

Moots/Everyone Else.

Them 🫵

[chaos-market]

[ this is why I reblogged my least Reblog btw. They should get therapy. ]

[bearlyawake0]

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime — Home, sweet home ✦

What's it like being the one he returns home to after a long day?

I started watching this recently and seriously thought the kijin were super rad (hot), and so of course I open my sweet tumblr, and am horrified to find that they have such little fics. NOOOO— so, I got to writing!

Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.

Pairings: Souei x gn!reader | Benimaru x gn!reader

Souei

You stopped waiting for him to return home long ago, after too many sleepless nights that ended with his side of the bed still cold. You knew what you were signing up for. He had warned you from the start how his duties would pull him away for weeks at a time. I mean he was a spy after all. Still, on the nights he did return home, you could never quite hide your excitement. His fingers brush strands of hair from your face before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lips lingering there as your eyes slowly flutter open. "Forgive me." he murmurs quietly. "I did not mean to wake you." You smile sleepily, reaching for him before you’re even fully awake. "You should always wake me when you come home." He shakes his head, though the corners of his lips curve faintly. He slips into bed beside you, pulling you firmly into his lap until your head rests against his chest. His arms wrap securely around you, thumbs tracing slow circles along your arm. You can still feel the lingering chill of rain on his skin. His fingers thread through your hair, lips brushing the top of your head. The steady rise and fall of his chest nearly lulls you back to sleep. "Go back to bed," he commands softly. You make a small protesting sound, peeking up at him with a sleepy pout. He blinks down at you for a moment before letting out the faintest sigh, and you swear he almost sounds amused. ".. I see." His hand slips into your hair before he leans down to kiss you properly this time, slow and warm, enough to make your chest ache. "Were my cuddles not enough for you?" he murmurs against your lips, teasing softly. Your hands press against his chest as you melt into him, starved after too many nights apart. He kisses you carefully at first, almost restrained, like he’s trying to remember how to touch you after weeks apart. But the moment your fingers slide into his hair, the last bit of his composure crumbles. His shaky breath spills against your lips before his mouth drifts slowly to your jaw, then lower still, teeth grazing softly against your neck. "I missed you," he admits quietly, the words rough and foreign on his tongue. "I missed you too," you whisper back, lips warm from his. His arms tighten around you, holding you closer as his lips trail down your skin, every touch slower than the last until your breath catches beneath him. By the time sunlight slips through the curtains, the bed certainly wasn't cold.

Benimaru

He tries his best not to wake you. He really does. But you always know when he's home. Heavy footsteps groan against the wooden floors outside the bedroom. The soft click of the knob follows as he tries to slip inside unnoticed, betrayed moments later by the not so quiet thud of his foot hitting the frame. He curses under his breath, growing still as he waits to see if he's woken you. But you pretend to be asleep anyway, because the guilt that flashes in his eyes whenever he wakes you always makes your chest ache. The room falls quiet again as he moves carefully in the dark. The soft rustle of fabric fills the room, layers gently falling to the floor. When you finally peek through your lashes, his back is turned to you. Broad shoulders left bare. Crimson hair falling messily along his neck, so vibrant even in the dark. Loose pants hang low on his hips, drawing your eyes lower before you quickly force them shut again. The mattress dips as he climbs into bed, the familiar scent of ash shrouding you as his body melts against yours. And you have to hold back your smile, having him home beside you again, finally. Hands slip around your waist, sliding under your shirt to soothe cold skin. His breath fans your ear, warm and light, before pressing a kiss there, and this time you do smile. "I know you're not asleep." You can hear the amusement in his voice, feel the way his chest rumbles softly behind you. Rough fingers trace along your hip before sliding higher, tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Crap. Ok, maybe you weren't as sneaky as you'd like to think either. Another laugh rumbles in his chest at your silence, low and tired more than anything else. His nose brushes lightly along the back of your neck before he buries his face there completely. You sigh in defeat, finally dropping the act as your fingers find his. His skin is rough against yours, the warmth melting away the chill that had settled into the bed long ago. "You’re late," you mumble sleepily. "Mhm." No excuse. No explanation. Just the quiet sound of his voice against your skin. You turn slightly in his arms, just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Even in the dark, you can see the exhaustion clinging to him, half-lidded eyes, crimson hair falling messily into his face. Your fingers brush the hair away gently. Benimaru practically melts beneath your touch. It’s subtle. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice it. But you do. The way his shoulders loosen. The way his grip tightens around your waist. The shaky breath he lets out against your neck. "You should get some sleep," you whisper softly. His eyes linger on yours, flickering briefly to your lips before he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to them. The kiss is warm enough to melt the ache in your chest, gentle even as his hands tighten around your waist, desperate. "Mhm. Soon," he murmurs against your lips. But he makes no effort to let you go. You’re not sure when you finally fall asleep, but the last thing you remember is the warm press of his lips on your skin.

The End :)

I hope you enjoyed ❤︎⁠ Any suggestions on who I should write for next?

[mechanicalneonshark]

My first time drawing Vox!

[angels-reblogging]

It's so good!! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!!!

[reideneris]

i might get alot of flames for this but,

the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.

i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.

you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.

stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.

[angels-reblogging]

I've honestly experienced pressure and hate from "readers" myself. I didn't realize it was this big of an issue, though.

I read and write. I do question certain fanfic topics, but I never bothered to go out of my way to complain about it, or anything of the sort. I question the overflow of smut, absolutely, but people write what they want to write, and read what they want to read.

This happens on a lot of social media platforms sadly; people will complain and borderline bully others because the creators content isn't up to their "standards" or liking, when all they could've done was scroll away and ignore it.

[simple-dorito]

It’s due to these consumers that I wanna quit or take time off, they don’t support writers yet demand everything of them, which I don’t understand the logic behind.

We write for free yet don’t get to anything remotely close to a thank you at all. Just a note and that’s it, or a comment that demands the next part as if we don’t have things going off in our lives, we don’t live behind the keyboard like they do.

We write when we want to but if consumers keep complaining, writers will quit or move their works elsewhere where they’ll be appreciated.

Can’t find a fix you like? Make it yourself, doesn’t have to be great because the attempt and passion is there and a thing called growth. Demanding and complaining makes consumers sound like people who go to a shop for a specific thing that the shop doesn’t sell, but still picks fights with the employees because they don’t want to concede that they’re wrong…

[wedadgazahhg]

Tell me, how can my voice reach your hearts?

I am Widad, writing to you today with a heavy heart for my mother, Suhaila, who is currently undergoing urgent surgeries in the hospital.

Her health condition is very serious, and we are going through critical and difficult moments, waiting for any news that can bring us comfort and hope.

Every passing moment feels heavy as we wait and pray for her safety and recovery

Please… act now. Silence is taking her away from me. Every moment without help brings us closer to losing her. I beg you from my heart, don’t scroll past—help us before it’s too late

Every second matters. Any small donation can help save her life. Please don’t ignore us. Share this message, donate if you can. Your kindness could give my daughter a chance to live and see tomorrow.

We have nothing left.

Our home was destroyed.

We sleep under the open sky, exposed to cold, fear, and hunger.

No walls. No roof. No tent.

My father was injured in the war and cannot work.

My mother is very sick — her iron is dangerously low, and we cannot afford her medicine.

Her illness is confirmed by a hospital report, which you can see

Every night, I watch her struggle and pray she survives.

I have four sisters and my little brother Shukri.

Look at this video 😢… My siblings and I are searching through the rubble of our destroyed home for any clothes we can wear. Everything is torn, everything is broken… we are just trying to find something to cover ourselves in these hard days."

He is scared, weak, and I am the only one trying to protect him.

And my little sister Mira, only two years old, cries for milk… and I have nothing to give her.

My little sister Mira is suffering from severe malnutrition and is currently in the hospital. She is weak and unable to rest properly, and we are deeply worried about her."

I was forced to leave school. My dreams are gone.

All I can do is fight every day to keep my family alive.

We are just children… carrying a life no child should ever bear.

Please… help us survive.

Even a small donation can give: • Medicine for my mother

• Milk for Mira

• Care and support for Shukri

• A simple shelter to protect all of us

."Medicines for my mom."

If you cannot donate, please share our story.

Help us. Save us. We are slowly dying. 😭💔🙏

The army has ordered the evacuation of the areas around us. People are running in fear, carrying their children and whatever little they have left. I recorded a video so the world can see the suffering we are going through and the fear surrounding us every second.

Please, I beg you, help us before it is too late. Help us before we are bombed and disappear like so many others. Any support, donation, or share could save the lives of my children.

Please do not ignore our cries for help.

Donation link

Donate to Support Wedad's Journey to Safety and Education, organized by Mickey Dee

Hello, my name is Mickey from Michigan USA and I am raising funds for Wedad… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Wedad's Journey to Sa

[angels-reblogging]

I'm so sorry I can not donate myself, but I will spread this message and hope others will.

[starcrossedl0vv]

Robin buckley x fem reader: sneaking off during her shift at the squack to go mess around while a prerecorded segment runs? Idk

aw this is cute!!

Close One

A giggle escapes your lips as the automated message echoes through the building. It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen Robin, the crawls taking up most of her time. So when you showed up to the station unannounced she insisted on spending uninterrupted time with you.

“Gosh, I’ve missed you. Do you know how boring Steve is?”

“Only because you’ve said it a hundred times.”

She rolls her eyes mockingly and pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Well, whatever. It’s true.”

Her lips pepper kisses all over your face, making you laugh.

“Shh, you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Well it tickles!” You say between chuckles.

Her lips come back up to your own, pressing together like magnets. The kiss is gentle, soft, and just what the two of you needed.

The sweet moment is cut short when you hear Steve’s voice booming through the building. Both of you groan, coming out from hiding in the kitchen.

“There you are, Robin. Why’s this crap playing?” He gestures to the panel playing automatically.

“Uh…I needed a break?” She shrugs awkwardly.

“Yeah, a girlfriend break.” He snorts, heading to the kitchen for a snack.

The two of you glance at each other, biting back grins.

That was a close one.

a/n: sorry this is so short, I’m at my grandparents house for Father’s Day! I hope you enjoyed, thank you for the request!! <3

[the-irreverend]

And stay safe everyone!

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[myneighborkoo]

im sorry but you will NEVER convince me that fics w dead dove / rape / pedophilia / incest etc is normal or in tandem w personal preference. it is very clearly fetish content that perverts within fandoms use to justify their degeneracy bc tell me why there r rapist!character headcanons???? like these people are obv making this content for weirdos to jerk off to and it kills me that this is so normalized within fandoms bc its “just content”, it’s always deeper than that and you’re just using fiction as an outlet so you don’t go to jail, you all should be put on a list

[knighthearts]

happy pride month for it/its users, polyamorous people, xenogenders, non-transitioning trans people, and other "weird" identities. btw

[angels-reblogging]

You are absolutely loved and welcomed!

[enjinsdoll]

You were standing in front of the mirror when Enjin wandered into the room, towel slung around his shoulders. At first he wasn’t really paying attention. Just talking about something stupid that happened during a mission.

Then his voice stopped. So did your heart. You weren’t at the point in your relationship to see each other naked. So… you immediately crossed your arms over your stomach.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Look.”

That only made him look harder. Your face heated. The pale stretch marks along your hips and stomach suddenly felt ten times more obvious under his stare.

For a second Enjin said nothing and that made it worse.

You were already preparing yourself for awkward reassurance when he suddenly barked out a laugh.

“Damn,” he whistled. “Didn’t know I was dating a fuckin’ tiger.”

“What?”

He pointed dramatically at your side. “Look at these battle scars.”

“Those are stretchmarks.”

“Exactly.” he stepped closer, squinting at them like he was examining something fascinating. Then, because he was Enjin, he growled, “Rawr.”

You stared. He shrugged smiling. The silence lasted all of three seconds before you smacked his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

Before you could roll your eyes again Enjin dropped to one knee.

“Enjin—”

He ignored you completely. Instead he pressed a gentle kiss against one of the marks on your hip. Then another and another and another. He couldn’t understand why you were trying to hide something he thought was beautiful. You felt your throat tighten.

“They’re ugly,” you whispered.

His head snapped up immediately. “Who told you that?”

“No one.”

“Bullshit.” Enjin sighed and rested his forehead against your side. “Baby, I spend every day surrounded by garbage.”

That got your attention. He tapped one of the stretch marks and then needed to kiss it again.

“This ain’t garbage.” another kiss. “This either.” he wrapped his arms around your waist then and squeezed. “These are just parts of you.”

Kiss.

“And I like you.”

Kiss.

“Nope, love you.”

Kiss.

“So naturally I love those too.”

You felt your eyes sting a little and your bottom lip wobbled.

“Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“The emotional thing.”

“You started it!”

“I was making tiger jokes five minutes ago.” that had you giggling and your man smiled all big. “There she is.”

And, because he was physically incapable of ending a sweet moment normally, he buried his face against your stomach and growled again. “Raaawr.”

“Enjin.”

“Sorry.”

Kiss.

“Rawr?” 🐯🩷

[angels-reblogging]

I'm actually crying. I loved this so much 😭 ❤️

[willowas519]

STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER “X READER”!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!

[hckzee]

Hello! ✨ I don't know if requests are still open but I wanted to make one with Gachiakuta men's and fem's character (If you want) (no problem if you want to ignore it! ) with a fem!Reader who has the hobby of making jewelry/accessories with metal and who wants to give a personalized accessory to the characters in a romantic context! Thanks to read! 💕

— all i want for christmas is you!

synopsis: you've been crushing on your teammate for months, and has been too shy to confess. you finally decide to muster the courage to confess... not with words, but by gifting them a hand-made accessory

.ᐟ featuring: enjin, semiu grier, tamsy caines, mildretta .ᐟ i am not an accessory person, so sorry if this is awkward in any way, shape, or form </3

╰┈➤ enjin!

You stood before Enjin, avoiding his questioning gaze as you hid the gift you have created behind your back. His relaxed smile did wonders to your frenzied heart, thumping like crazy the moment you saw it. His eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, darting from your eyes to your arms.

"I... uh..." Your voice faltered, shaky as you finally met his gaze. Your hands shifted nervously behind you. "I made something for you."

Enjin titled his head slightly, the faint gleam of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes shone, as if he had already clocked the reason you've pulled him aside during dinner. "Aw, for me? Really? You didn't have to," he chuckled, leaning closer.

Your breath hitched at the sudden closeness, but you gathered yourself, taking a deep breath as you extended your hands. He took the small box, almost buzzing with curiosity as he opened it gently.

You have made him a sleek steel ring, engraved with an abstract pattern of Umbreaker. It was simple and unassuming, going perfectly with his tattooed fingers. Every line and curves on the ring had been placed with great care, as you wanted to emulate his role as the one who connects others.

"I thought a ring would look good on you," you explained, smiling softly as he took it out of the box. "It reminds me of you—on how you're able to connect with everyone here in the Cleaners."

Enjin's eyes softened as he lifted the ring, turning it between his fingers with a small smile that made your cheeks burn. "This... is really thoughtful," he said quietly, his tone still bright yet tinged with something gentler. "Thank you, [Name]. I'll cherish it."

You bit your lip, heart hammering in your chest as he held your gaze. You swore he could hear how loudly your heart was thumping, practically broadcasting your crush on the man! You watched him admire your gift, glinting against the lights as he ooh'ed and ahh'ed repeatedly.

Finally, he slipped the ring onto his left ring finger, the metal complimenting the black and red tattoo. He grinned, showing it off to you with a sudden close-up. "It looks good on me, dont'cha think so?"

You nodded hastily, creating some much needed distance between the two of you. Your nerves were still being fried, but the skittish feeling was soon replaced by warmth and longing as Enjin went on and on about how you knew his style the best, and how everyone was going to be jealous of his new ring.

╰┈➤ semiu grier!

You approached Semiu cautiously, the small box clutched in your hands. She glanced up from her desk, eyes sharp and focused. You gulped, feeling your ears heat up at the intensity of her gaze... and how absolutely breathtaking she was.

"Yes, [Name]?" she asked, tone clipped, and staring intently at your face. "Ya need somethin'?"

You cleared your throat, begging your ears to turn back to normal, as you held the box out carefully. "I made something for you, Semiu. Thought it might... suit ya."

Her eyebrows arched slightly, curiosity flickering behind her glasses. She leaned forward, taking the box from your hands, and inspecting it under her desk lap. Upon opening it, she let out a soft gasp, eyes darting at you with surprise.

It was a custom golden bead chain for her glasses, shaped in tiny stars. You had a hard time thinking of an accessory to make for your crush, and just decided to play it safe with something that would be useful for her.

Semiu's fingers lingered on the delicate chain, the soft gold catching the light from the desk lamp. She turned it over, inspecting the craftsmanship, her usual composed demeanor softening by genuine awe.

"Ya... actually made this?" she asked, voice quieter with a hint of wonder.

You nodded, fidgeting slightly. "Yeah... I thought it'd suit your glasses—and, y'know, it's practical. You could switch between your usual chain to that whenever you feel like it!"

For a moment, Semiu simply studied you, expression unreadable. You gulped, feeling sweat rolling down your back. Your heart hammered in your chest, afraid that the woman of your dreams would reject your gift, which would mean she had also indirectly rejected your feelings has well!

Then, she chuckled, taking off her glasses and clipping the chain on. It fit perfectly, the tiny stars gleaming as light caught on it while she adjusted her glasses back on.

Semiu then turned towards you, her lips curling into a faint smile that made your chest tighten. "How do I look, sweetheart?" she asked, almost purring when she said the petname.

Your brain combusted, face turning every shade of red when she called you that. You forced yourself to gaze at her teasing eyes, seeing the knowing look crossing her face. "It... fits you perfectly," you breathed out, absolutely captivated by the woman.

"All thanks to you, doll."

╰┈➤ tamsy caines!

You cornered Tamsy while he was on his way back to his room. "Hey... got a minute?" you asked, hiding a small box behind your back. Your plan was to nudge him into somewhere more excluded to... well, 'confess.'

He slowed down his pace, glancing down at you with a raised eyebrow. "Hm? Yes, why?" he asked before catching your arms behind your back. Immediately, his confusion melted into a light smile as he pointed at your hidden hands. "What's that you're hiding?"

You hesitated, startled at being the one cornered by the questioning. Deciding it was now or never, you admitted softly, bringing the box into view. "I made... something for you..."

Tamsy titled his head, his luscious hair falling onto his beautiful face, as curiosity flickered in his eyes. Carefully, he took the box from your hands and opened it. Inside lay a delicate layered silver anklet, simple and elegant, just like he was.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, eyes studying the piece thoughtfully as he gazed at you. "You made this?" he murmured.

You nodded, cheeks flushing. "Yeah... I just thought anklets would be a good look on you since your arms are usually hidden under your sleeves."

Tamsy looked down at the anklet, then slowly knelt down in front of you to slid it onto his ankle. Your heart race around your chest, the image of him kneeling making it feel like he was... proposing! You blinked rapidly, shaking your head to push away the thought.

"I like it a lot," he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. "Your efforts means a lot."

A soft warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad you like it," you whispered.

He gave a subtle nod, eyes crinkling shut as he laid a hand on your shoulder. "I'll wait for you to properly confess to me," he said with a smirk, startling every inch of your soul, "but... Thank you for this gift. Truly."

You could only gape like a fish as he continued to walk down to his room.

╰┈➤ mildretta!

You found Mildretta in the quiet corner of the library, checking over a stack of reports you were sure was from headquarters. Your heart thumped nervously in your chest as you approached her, a small box hidden inside your palms.

"Hey... Mildretta?" you called softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

She looked up, a single brow raised as the faintest edge of annoyance spread in her expression. "Yes? Make it quick. I'm busy."

You swallowed down your nervousness, forcing a small smile. "I... I made something for you."

Her eyes narrowed, curiosity flickering in them as she set down the papers in her hands. "Made me something? What is it, [Name]?"

You hand her the small box, watching her opening it with furrowed brows. It was a matte gunmetal cuff bracelet, its surface etched with sharp, angular lines that caught the light just enough tot hint at your craftsmanship.

Mildretta picked it up, weighing it in her hands, her expression softening slightly. "This... is for me? Really?"

You nodded, feeling your neck turn red. "Yeah... Thought it might suit you since you're really good with guns."

She let out a short chuckle, the corner of her lips twitching upward as she caught your pun. She held it up to her wrist, slipping it on with deliberate care. The bracelet hugged her wrist perfectly, which sent a rush of satisfaction to you. "I... Well, it does look good on me," she muttered, her tone still curt but somehow warmer than usual.

You smiled, heart fluttering. "I'm glad you like it."

She gave a short nod, looking down at the cuff with a small, fleeting smile. Then, her expression hardened, lips pressing into a sneer—and for a moment, you thought she changed her mind—as her gaze landed on the stack of reports in front of her. "I don't suppose you could help me out here?"

You blinked, a little startled, and groaned lightly as you reviewed the amount of paperwork the two of you had to go over. "Haa... sure thing, Mildretta."

first time writing the gachiakuta women, lowkey nervous huhu

— part of hckzee's holiday collection!

[angels-reblogging]

I love Semiu!! I loved they way you wrote the characters - it actually felt spot on.

OH MY GOD. I'M GOING TO IMPLODE

[voxslays]

[angels-reblogging]

Me, on WattPad, forgetting why I ditched a fic that's still in my library:

-> For real though, let's not forget that they are/were likely really new to writing or haven't had the right pointers or kind of criticism to help them really improve <-

[reideneris]

i might get alot of flames for this but,

the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.

i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.

you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.

stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.

[angels-reblogging]

I've honestly experienced pressure and hate from "readers" myself. I didn't realize it was this big of an issue, though.

I read and write. I do question certain fanfic topics, but I never bothered to go out of my way to complain about it, or anything of the sort. I question the overflow of smut, absolutely, but people write what they want to write, and read what they want to read.

This happens on a lot of social media platforms sadly; people will complain and borderline bully others because the creators content isn't up to their "standards" or liking, when all they could've done was scroll away and ignore it.

[haniekai]

listening to haikyuu opening and ending songs makes me feel so nostalgic !!

[angels-reblogging]

That's so real... I just started watching MHA again, and it’s got me feeling a similar way :D I love it