hiii :3 or whatever u bitches say idk

[dilftaroooo]

taro ✿ 2wenties ✿ black ✿ she/her ✿ multifandom

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[dilftaroooo]

me trying to find a fresh pair of panties before bed as if im not going to rip them bitches off and sleep bare coochie lipped

[screampied]

can we talk about them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[dilftaroooo]

People are all over Tamsy bruh I just wanna know what everyone sees in him. I'm an outsider when it comes to this 😭

Enlighten me and maybe I'll check him out...

-🍧

bc u haven’t watched/read gachiakuta, i dont wanna give my complete answer bc it would just be a huge spoiler 😭

but for starters, hes very pwetty :3 and he looks like a lady :3 and he has a soothing voice :3 and hes friendly :3

[lxnarphase]

lowkey thinking about tamsy who has a thing for bro’s wife but is so much creepier about it…im talking he HOVERS around her, sometimes watches her sleep and gets all weird and giddy when she turns over and he can see wet spots on her shirt, and suddenly always appears when she’s either pumping herself or groaning about how heavy her tummy is and that she’s upset bro isn’t around to hold it for her

and u already know he’s sliding in behind her, his hands cupping the under side of her belly and lifting it just enough to hold most of the weight to give a bit of relief and smiling all coy when she melts against him

“no need to apologize, darling. what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure bro’s wife is doted on while he’s away, hm?”

[sixen]

im going to be soooooo sick he’d probably be a homewrecker too im actually sick to my stomacjkkkkk

[dilftaroooo]

[dilftaroooo]

Now Taro… *gently takes hand*

Please tell me you can elaborate on the Mymo worms👀 (because I feel like I’m on the precipice of seeing your vision)

Smooches and well wishes🫶

never thought there’d be a day i’d write for this man. i must be in hell. this is inspo from this for anyone wondering

tags: manipulation + fingering + fem!reader + manga spoilers.

you’re a new follower of mymo’s. one of the timid kinds—pulling a strand of hair from your head or peeling the skin at the meat of your lip until iron litters your tongue sounds more enticing than maintaining eye contact.

felix was quick to scoff and voice his opinion on how useless you’d be in seizing the ground, a headless chicken with no sense of whether to run left or right. gil’s reasoning balanced the negativity with a bright optimism that you find yourself admiring.

an excuse for your meek nature followed by words of encouragement to prepare for what’s to come—‘just hit em ‘til they’re out the ballpark!’ and a wink in tow for safe measures.

but you know the face of uncertainty when you see it, brows that wrinkle the skin and a lip that briefly twitches toward the chin. a reflection of doubt that settles within gil.

you don’t belong here.

and you’re inclined to believe the same.

you joined mymo in hopes of finding the resilience you thought was instilled somewhere along the lining of your gut, a thin layer that needs to be stretched and teased before being tagged as favorable by both you and your acquaintances.

however, as clammy palms clench the width of your jinki while you try to hone your abilities for the umpteeth time—your eyes trembling along each rigid corner of the object because maybe if you glare long enough, the answer will gradually reveal itself in radiant strokes—the curve of rugged nails scratches across the surface to-and-fro, a breath leaves you, and it hurts your sternum.

this life is not meant for you.

but the confidence that fails to reside in you resides in mymo, an arrogant kind of confidence you noticed, a stubborn leech that refuses to detach itself from pliable flesh, too busy feeding off the blood that dribbles down its slimy throat in frantic gulps.

he knows whatever that lingers inside you can unravel into something beautiful—a sturdy force with no qualms of being deterred. he's willing to help you achieve that beauty.

the unsteady grip around your jinki is stabilized by his assertive palms, guiding you as he engulfs your knuckles, fingers tracing along your achy joints. your body feels warmer now that his chest is flush against your slouched back. his breath tickles the fine hairs at your nape.

"straighten your posture, my treasure. and hold your jinki firmly. hold it any looser and you’ll make me believe it isn't yours!" the lively tone of his voice etch a feeble smile to your face.

mymo always believed in you. always reassured you of how important you are to him. to his plan.

unwavering strength nestles in you, and no matter how many times your pathetic mind prohibits the idea from bettering you, there are ways to ensure you how pivotal your role is.

he does so with your body seized on his lap and his chin on your right shoulder, his frames poking the side of your neck. a thumb sweeping your bottom lip in relaxed strokes, pulling it down to bare your gums and the teeth that sprout from them. he finds himself gliding along the sharp end of your tooth, feeling the skin of his thumb sting from the pressure.

“when will this frail birdy realize she’s a falcon, hm?”

his other hand occupies itself with the meat at your hips, caressing the barrier of cotton until it reaches your thigh, swooning over how the fat expands on his lap. he struggles to ease the grin that pains his cheeks.

“so stuck on your lowly ways of fueling yourself with doubt. aw, how pitiful. it’s a good thing i’m here.”

digits unzip your flyer before you find the words to protest. they dive past the hem of your panties and through the mound of curls that settles at the apex, greeting your clit in rhythmic figure eights.

“i can help sharpen your claws, help you catch your prey and gorge on your feast.” your teeth clamp down on the thumb stuffed in your mouth instinctively when he pinches your soft button, rolling the pads along the hood til he gains a tremor.

you didn’t mean to. truly. you’re just all teary-eyed from doubt and pleasure, but to your surprise, a moan was heard to your right instead of a hiss in anguish. “this beak of yours is already waiting to tear into something chewy.”

“y-you really think so?” a throb rattles your ribs and makes your belly ache. these are words wrapped prettily in lacy truth and handed to you with delicacy. he must not be saying this merely because he’s smitten by the lithe of his voice.

“i know so. i always do.”

his fingers trace down the length of your slit and meet the entrance with two digits; they glide in easily thanks to the praise uttered at your neck. mymo finds you adorable and pathetic, a weak-willed woman oozing filth from your leaky cunt just by the syllables that leave his lips.

mymo never knew mercy, and he definitely didn’t know it now as he battered his fingers down the deep cavern of your walls, making sure the heel of his palm slaps your engorged clit.

you try to close your legs, of course. it was expected of you, so the hand that once massaged your gums find their new role in spreading your thighs, further and further. just so he can get a better reach of the plushy area inside that keeps you writhing.

your pussy is tight and it clenches around him like fitted gloves. you’re gonna come. but he needs to hear it. hear what it is that made you so pliant under his wing.

“what is your destiny, my treasure?"

it takes longer to process the question with the wet noises that catapult along the walls of the room, but you answer. you always do.

“to find myself th-through you, mymo—oh. and to serve you for as long as i breathe. even if it means getting my hands bloody.”

he grins at your neck before his teeth nibble at the lobe of your ear.

“there she is.”

[dilftaroooo]

tamsy is shitty enough to hide your painkillers when you need them the most, especially during your period. it gives way for his excuse to rub his palms against your lower belly, the softness melding between his fingers. his body heat brings you mild relief. it shows through a sigh. but your adamancy enthralls him, he wouldn’t bother being with you otherwise.

“those pills are better than your scrawny fingers.” your words are trimmed with irritation but you make no effort to move from your spot. said digits trail over your mound, stealthily avoiding the area that’ll turn this into something erotic. he knows you know that blood isn’t his concern, he likes the mess—an artist starts with loose strokes on their canvas before revealing its true beauty.

“i thought you enjoyed it when i did this?” his thumb circles your navel. “besides, those pills are no good for your health.”

“your tenacity is no good for my health,” you look over the valley between your breasts to find wheat embellished in gold. “i can feel the impatience bubbling in me.”

“you might just be bloated.”

you scoff. “get off me,” your body languidly twists to remove him from your frame and you heave an annoyed sigh. “i’ll find them myself.” your gall is molded into entertainment by his hands, you’re too fun to tease to introduce you with a rougher treatment, not as of yet.

he likes it when you get snappy.

[dynapuff]

i just looked up this man jikka,, you know me too well.

and why he look like purple Shanks 🚶🏽‍♀️

fine ass man i want to do heinous nasty shit to.

[brainstreams]

[lxnarphase]

saw a TikTok that was like ‘why are yall pretending like ur going into heat when you ovulate, it’s not that serious’ and I genuinely had the realization that not everyone has to walk around like a fucking slick-leaking omega for several days and got jealous

[dilftaroooo]

what my phone sees as i search for the most perverse fanfic/audio known to man:

[dilftaroooo]

what if instead of the drapes being solely blonde or navy, its blonde at the base and gradients to navy near his balls.

how, uh, how funny would that be…? 🧍🏽‍♀️

[sixen]

u think he be in the bathroom dyeing his fucking ball hair

[dilftaroooo]

his foot on the bathroom counter cradling his blue balls because thats what you give him. bonus points if you find yourself pondering the random specks of short navy hairs in your sink

[yeyinde]

what can non-canadians do to help the people of Collins / Namaygoosisagagun? Is there a currency conversion service for donating in CAD for orgs that only accept CAD? And are there ways we can donate time/resources when we are farther away? Hope you and your loved ones are safe and well ♡

currency is converted internally by the system so the amount you donate in USD will be converted to CAD. if you're having issues with online portals, you can contact the organisation directly and they can assist you with donations over the phone. but afaik, all of them accept all major credit cards.

as of now, most organisations are only taking in monetary donations due to the overwhelming support from the local community—they ran out of space to keep everything that was donated!! 🖤

if you're not able to donate, just spreading the word is more than enough!

*Whitesands FN has specifically stated this is just for donated goods. monetary donations are still being accepted and are very much appreciated.

thank you!!! 🖤

[yeyinde]

Collins is gone.

Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.

Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.

All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.

After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.

It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.

And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.

The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.

Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.

ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.

Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.

*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.

If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.

items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food

wīya ispīh iyiniw-kiskīyihtamowin pasikōpayiki kāwi askiy ta-iyihyīmakan

[dilftaroooo]

Now Taro… *gently takes hand*

Please tell me you can elaborate on the Mymo worms👀 (because I feel like I’m on the precipice of seeing your vision)

Smooches and well wishes🫶

never thought there’d be a day i’d write for this man. i must be in hell. this is inspo from this for anyone wondering

tags: manipulation + fingering + fem!reader + manga spoilers.

you’re a new follower of mymo’s. one of the timid kinds—pulling a strand of hair from your head or peeling the skin at the meat of your lip until iron litters your tongue sounds more enticing than maintaining eye contact.

felix was quick to scoff and voice his opinion on how useless you’d be in seizing the ground, a headless chicken with no sense of whether to run left or right. gil’s reasoning balanced the negativity with a bright optimism that you find yourself admiring.

an excuse for your meek nature followed by words of encouragement to prepare for what’s to come—‘just hit em ‘til they’re out the ballpark!’ and a wink in tow for safe measures.

but you know the face of uncertainty when you see it, brows that wrinkle the skin and a lip that briefly twitches toward the chin. a reflection of doubt that settles within gil.

you don’t belong here.

and you’re inclined to believe the same.

you joined mymo in hopes of finding the resilience you thought was instilled somewhere along the lining of your gut, a thin layer that needs to be stretched and teased before being tagged as favorable by both you and your acquaintances.

however, as clammy palms clench the width of your jinki while you try to hone your abilities for the umpteeth time—your eyes trembling along each rigid corner of the object because maybe if you glare long enough, the answer will gradually reveal itself in radiant strokes—the curve of rugged nails scratches across the surface to-and-fro, a breath leaves you, and it hurts your sternum.

this life is not meant for you.

but the confidence that fails to reside in you resides in mymo, an arrogant kind of confidence you noticed, a stubborn leech that refuses to detach itself from pliable flesh, too busy feeding off the blood that dribbles down its slimy throat in frantic gulps.

he knows whatever that lingers inside you can unravel into something beautiful—a sturdy force with no qualms of being deterred. he's willing to help you achieve that beauty.

the unsteady grip around your jinki is stabilized by his assertive palms, guiding you as he engulfs your knuckles, fingers tracing along your achy joints. your body feels warmer now that his chest is flush against your slouched back. his breath tickles the fine hairs at your nape.

"straighten your posture, my treasure. and hold your jinki firmly. hold it any looser and you’ll make me believe it isn't yours!" the lively tone of his voice etch a feeble smile to your face.

mymo always believed in you. always reassured you of how important you are to him. to his plan.

unwavering strength nestles in you, and no matter how many times your pathetic mind prohibits the idea from bettering you, there are ways to ensure you how pivotal your role is.

he does so with your body seized on his lap and his chin on your right shoulder, his frames poking the side of your neck. a thumb sweeping your bottom lip in relaxed strokes, pulling it down to bare your gums and the teeth that sprout from them. he finds himself gliding along the sharp end of your tooth, feeling the skin of his thumb sting from the pressure.

“when will this frail birdy realize she’s a falcon, hm?”

his other hand occupies itself with the meat at your hips, caressing the barrier of cotton until it reaches your thigh, swooning over how the fat expands on his lap. he struggles to ease the grin that pains his cheeks.

“so stuck on your lowly ways of fueling yourself with doubt. aw, how pitiful. it’s a good thing i’m here.”

digits unzip your flyer before you find the words to protest. they dive past the hem of your panties and through the mound of curls that settles at the apex, greeting your clit in rhythmic figure eights.

“i can help sharpen your claws, help you catch your prey and gorge on your feast.” your teeth clamp down on the thumb stuffed in your mouth instinctively when he pinches your soft button, rolling the pads along the hood til he gains a tremor.

you didn’t mean to. truly. you’re just all teary-eyed from doubt and pleasure, but to your surprise, a moan was heard to your right instead of a hiss in anguish. “this beak of yours is already waiting to tear into something chewy.”

“y-you really think so?” a throb rattles your ribs and makes your belly ache. these are words wrapped prettily in lacy truth and handed to you with delicacy. he must not be saying this merely because he’s smitten by the lithe of his voice.

“i know so. i always do.”

his fingers trace down the length of your slit and meet the entrance with two digits; they glide in easily thanks to the praise uttered at your neck. mymo finds you adorable and pathetic, a weak-willed woman oozing filth from your leaky cunt just by the syllables that leave his lips.

mymo never knew mercy, and he definitely didn’t know it as he battered his fingers down the deep cavern of your walls, making sure the heel of his palm slaps your engorged clit.

you try to close your legs, of course. it was expected of you, so the hand that once massaged your gums find their new role in spreading your thighs, further and further. just so he can get a better reach of the plushy area inside that keeps you writhing.

your pussy is tight and it clenches around him like fitted gloves. you’re gonna come. but he needs to hear it. hear what it is that made you so pliant under his wing.

“what is your destiny, my treasure?"

it takes longer to process the question with the wet noises that catapult along the walls of the room, but you answer. you always do.

“to find myself th-through you, mymo—oh. and to serve you for as long as i breathe. even if it means getting my hands bloody.”

he grins at your neck before his teeth nibble at the lobe of your ear.

“there she is.”

[abd-ahmed-fimaly1]

I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza, Palestine.

The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,

I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .

I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.

Help Abd Ahmed and his family to survive

I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza. I am trying to help my family to live. We do not have any means of livelihood, and life here is expensive. We cann

[abd-ahmed-fimaly]

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #745 )✅️

[a-shade-of-blue]

Vetted! #745 on /gazavetters vetted list

A UN report has found that Israel has continued to commit genocide by deliberately targeting Palestinian children in Gaza! And that is even after the so-called ceasefire agreement on October 2025! Please continue supporting Palestinians in Gaza!

[sageqydee]

first time opening comms oh em gee

[mrsblaileen]

thinkin about Sukuna who doesn’t let you suck him off properly, doesn’t even bother fucking your mouth at all. he just slaps his thick cock against your cheek before he starts to rub it over your face all slow and lazy like. rutting back and forth in long thrusts, grinding each bumped vein over your brow bone until your cheeks are slippery and pearly little threads of pre are strewn over your face from your chin to your forehead. You peer up at him through clumped lashes, eyes glassy, winking whenever his heavy balls nudge at your chin. You lick and suck at whatever slip of skin your greedy mouth can reach just to hear his breath hitch above you, low rumbled groans just as unhurried as the slow rock of his hips. sometimes he drags the blushed tip over your lower lip, lets your tongue dart out to steal a proper taste before he lifts again just to rest his balls over the hollow point of your eye socket while he dribbles ropes of pre cum into your hairline.