⌗ ─ My profile is all red to match the blood element of Ordem Paranormal/Paranormal Order... The devil represents the element of blood. I'm not a devil worshipper </3 😰
⌗ ─ I love interacting and chatting. So feel free to ask anything (but please be mindful of your words and questions. I am a minor and I am not obligated to read and deal with certain things.).
⌗ ─ I plan to write about other things in the future. Like... Jujutsu Kaisen, Mononoke (both the anime and the movie), maybe even Creepypastas, and more things like that... Oh, and maybe I'll risk writing some nsfw when I turn 18 and feel more confident writing that kind of thing.
“Why don't you make a wish too?”
[✗] Requests ⌯⌲
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˖⌕ ۫ ‧˚꒰ ᥍Masterlists ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
⛶ ⌕ Ordem Paranormal Masterlist - This one is in Portuguese.
⛶ ⌕ Gachiakuta Masterlist ⛶ ⌕ Dr. Stone Masterlist
Eu estou com inveja das minhas amigas e não sei como parar de sentir isso. Tipo elas fazem tudo o que eu queria fazer, saem de casa sem o acompanhamento dos pais, pintam o cabelo (meu sonho é descolorir o cabelo), namoram, são legais e bonitas
Eu amo que o Tumblr me dá essa liberdade de falar o que eu estou sentindo, porque eu não consigo falar isso para ninguém sem me sentir uma frustrada e mimada
Qual sua temporada/spinoff/especial favorito de Ordem??
De temporada... Provavelmente O Segredo Na Floresta! Foi a primeira temporada que eu vi de ordem e gosto da nostalgia quando penso nela!
Dos Spin-offs.. Essa é difícil </3... Eu gosto muito dos três.
Gosto bastante de O Segredo Na Ilha, Sinais do Outro Lado e pode parecer que eu tenha Hexatombe como favorito, por conta do perfil e tals. Mas eu gosto muito de O Segredo na Ilha e parada com a tinta. As mortes aparecendo como os corpos encontrados em Dangaronpa, o amigo imaginário, o pintor. Amo tudo. (É o Spin-off que eu menos lembro de ter visto informações sobre os sinos, tenebris, o outro lado, etc,... O que me deixou bastante curioso pra saber como tudo começou lá.)
Dos especiais eu só assisti Natal Macabro </3. Acabei ficando com preguiça de ler legenda durante muito tempo em Quarentena, aí parei pouco antes da metade da primeira parte, mas prometo terminar de assistir em algum momento!
Se eu tivesse que escolher um... Eu provavelmente diria Natal Macabro porque eu gosto da temática de filme slasher. :D
Completely destroyed, exhausted, tired, and sleepy.
Today I realized that math really isn't my thing... Not that I had any doubts about it, but I'm glad I have proof.
I'll have to survive on a foundation based on humanities and language skills.
Apparently, it's a rule that every philosophy teacher is somewhat... eccentric.
My philosophy teacher in high school is a metalhead who was already stealing lightbulbs from streetlights in his teens.
My literature teacher in my college entrance exam preparation course is also a philosophy professor, he speaks in a very poetic way, especially when using swear words, and that's beautiful.
And then there's my philosophy teacher from the college entrance exam prep course, who's calmer, but makes me doubt everything I think and seems like a character from a cartoon whose name I can't remember
Waking up early on Saturdays makes me depressed, but it's worth it.
oiiii, vc faria mais desses posts em estilo de smau com a situação dos psikolera/mascarados?
Esse buquê NÃO é meu!
♯┆Personagem:
╰► Pt 2: Caio Teles, Eloy, Franco e Alê
Pt 1: Cindy e Pomba
Pt 3: Aguiar, Dalmo, Jae, Kemi e Labirinto (Farei depois)
♯┆Notas do Autor(a)
╰► Demorei, mas fiz. Me atolei com a escola e não sabia como fazer o do Eloy e a do Caio, mas deu nisso aí. E Alê fala com ponto final em todas as suas frases, okay? Eu imagino elu respondendo dessa maneira </3... Lembrando que, se você não gostar, não precisa ler.
♯┆Resumo:
╰─► Parece que você ganhou um buquê lindo! Mas- Oh.. Parece que não foi seu parceiro que mandou.. Ainda bem que isso é só uma trend viral, não é? ^^
pra smau de esse buquê não é meu: imagino alê respondendo monossilábico mas conforme as mensagens avançam elu começa a mostrar um pouco mais de paranóia? "não é meu" começa a virar "sai de casa e vai pra cindy" (ou outro membro da banda?) "tranca a porta, deixa a luz acesa"
não seii, é só uma ideia! vejo alê sendo bem assertiva mas talvez esteja ooc
AI EU NÃO SEI QUEM É VOCÊ, MAS EU TE AMO COM TODO MEU CORAÇÃO 🤘🏽🤘🏽🫶🏽
Já me ajudou muito a ter uma ideia melhor de como colocar isso lá ❤️
Hi, can i request xeno and stan (separate or both up to you) with a s/o who's always stressed? I can imagine her sitting beside them and lowk js crashing out and convulsing because she's so sick of everything. Like she looks like she's going crazy because of her uncontrolled movements, but it actually lowk calms her down.
_ 🐙 anon
♯┆Author's note:
I had no idea how to do this, so I hope this is acceptable, my dear anon <3.
˗ˏˋ ₊˚ Stanxeno x Fem!Reader
╰─► Summary: You're going crazy, but in an effective way.
You were sitting between the two men, but you weren't actually present.
Your knee wobbled incessantly, foot tapping the ground in an uneven rhythm. Your fingers moved on their own, opening and closing, sometimes tightening around the fabric of your own clothes, sometimes just trembling in the air. Your breathing came in short bursts, and your gaze seemed distant, fixed on nothing.
To any outsider, you looked like you were on the verge of a breakdown.
To Stanley Snyder, that seemed... strange.
"...Hey," he murmured, leaning slightly forward, watching you with the attentiveness of a soldier. "Is this getting worse?"
You didn't answer. You just let your head fall back for a second, your eyes closed, your shoulders tensing as if you were holding something invisible inside your chest.
Stanley frowned. "Xeno." he called, apprehensive and feeling a little anxious about the situation.
Xeno Houston Wingfield had already noticed.
Actually, he had noticed even before you sat down there. The rhythm of your movements, the frequency, the fact that you always ended up settling down near them when this happened — all of that was already cataloged in his mind.
"It's not a crisis," Xeno said calmly, without taking his eyes off you. "It's self-regulation."
Stanley blinked. "A what?"
"Her body is releasing excessive stimuli" Xeno explained, as if he were talking about the weather or a simple equation. "Accumulated stress. Anxiety. Mental exhaustion. These movements…" he made a vague gesture with his hand, "…reduce the overload."
You let out a low sound, almost a choked sigh, and leaned further to the side, your shoulder brushing against Stanley's arm without asking permission.
He froze for half a second.
Then he relaxed.
"So she's not... freaking out?" he asked, more quietly. The blond man was watching you intently.
"She is," Xeno corrected. "But in a functional way."
You gave a weak, almost involuntary laugh, your leg still trembling. "I can hear you, you know?" you murmured. "I just... can't stop now."
"You don't need to." Xeno replied immediately.
He carefully reached out and placed two fingers on her wrist, not to restrain her, but to anchor her. A fixed point. A firm and predictable grip. "Keep going," he said. "Your nervous system is adjusting."
Stanley watched that for a moment, then snorted softly. "You two are fucking weird." The smell of cigarette smoke wafting softly.
But still, he put his arm around you, pulling your body firmly against his, creating a solid barrier. His broad chest provided support as you let yourself fall there, your movements still disorganized, but less intense.
"If anyone gives me a dirty look, I'll deal with it," he added. "You just... stay there." You snuggled closer without realizing it, your forehead resting on his shoulder.
Your fingers gripped Stanley's coat sleeve tightly, trembling, but now the trembling seemed… slower. More controlled.
"I hate when my head gets like this," you confessed, your voice muffled. "It feels like it's going to explode."
Xeno moved closer, standing on his other side, his presence less physical, but equally constant. "And yet," he said, "you found an efficient method to alleviate this."
"A strange method," Stanley commented. "Strange, but effective."
You took a deep breath. Once. Twice.
The leg still moved, but it no longer seemed desperate. Just… necessary.
"Thank you for not trying to stop me," you said softly. "I think it would have been worse. More difficult."
Stanley gave a crooked half-smile. "If this keeps you whole, who am I to tell you to stop?"
Xeno adjusted the shirt he was wearing. "And besides," he added, "you trust us enough to collapse beside us."
You closed your eyes.
And, for the first time that day, you felt you could switch off a little.
Not because the world had become easier — but because, between a scientist who understood your mind and a soldier who protected your body, you didn't have to carry everything alone.
˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚Make a wish to the crown of thorns. It cries out for a resolution.
✗┆ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 Gachiakuta, Dr. Stone, Kimetsu no yaiba and Ordem Paranormal <3
[✗] Masterlist
˗ˏˋ ᳨💭 ๎𞥊 ᩡ Yepyep!
╰► I love writing cute, fluffy, and soft things. I'm a sucker for comfort.
╰► I can try to write unhappy things, but I can't guarantee they'll be good.
╰► I love platonic things and if I remember anything else I'll add it here!
╰ ► The gender will be up to you to choose, so I write Fem!Reader, Male!Reader and GN!Reader. Please feel free to ask for anything. 🤘🏽🤘🏽
╰► Headcannons are also very welcome! So feel free to request them.
╰► I also accept writing Smau <3
˗ˏˋ ᳨💥 ๎𞥊 ᩡ No.
╰► I don't write Nsfw stuff
╰► Dub-con
╰► Non-con
╰► Racist stuff...
╰► And you know... All the criminal stuff.
# — Extra
Requests come in order of inspiration, not arrival.
Oh! Anons, if you guys want, feel free to identify yourselves with emojis or names. I love receiving requests from Anons with specific titles.
Each story takes the time it needs to be complete and I have school and those human things :D.
.....I separated the rules from the main post... :D
