if you’re on enhablr/animeblr or even if you’re just a casual stroller who strongly condemns plagiarism, please keep reading.
if you’re on enhablr, you’re probably familiar with user @okwonyo , a writer who displayed themselves as “perfect”, as well as the self proclaimed ‘it-girl’.
okwonyo, Jiah, has been a long time writer and was recently exposed for PLAGIARISING anime writer, @kenntoria . Jiah claimed that it was just “inspiration” but original author, kenntoria (aka TORI) provided evidence of jiah straight up plagiarising her work. (CLICK HERE FOR EVIDENCE)
jiah‘s original response mentioned that she was “inspired” (even though it was MULTIPLE fics, word for damn word 😹) and basically watered down the situation, claiming she’s taking a hiatus instead.
(OG POST )
she later uploaded this
(CLICK HERE TO BE REFERRED TO THE POST)
now jiah, if your intention wasn’t to steal tori’s work, what was your intention? because that’s EXACTLY what you did.
now for my next point
in previous situations, whenever a minor interacted with a nsfw blog, jiah, you were one of the first people to call them out, make it a big deal. going as far as to sever friendships just because of that. (i get it, everyone has boundaries!) but jiah, the writer you’ve plagiarised from, tori, is ALSO a NSFW account as well. meaning that you’ve read through her work, deciding which one to steal or what-not and still have the nerve to call out anyone else for plagiarism AND call out minor’s involvement with nsfw (i do not condone this, i just find it hypocritical).
once again, jiah, has stolen from a NSFW twitter account
their twt user is @ iategame and uploaded a jjk smau, in which jiah stole.
ORIGINAL POST BY @/iategame ON TWITTER
STOLEN POST BY OKWONYO
(keep close track of the dates)
as you can see, @ iategame’s post was posted in june whilst jiah uploaded the stolen version in july
user @ iategame is an account specifically for adults yet jiah (a minor) still lurked here.
not only did you STEAL, you also roamed on accounts that were 18+ yet bashed anyone else who was exposed for it! as an adult, if a minor is on my account even when i specificallt mentioned i don’t want anyone under 18 interacting with me, that is out of my control unfortunately. but for you to belittle and call someone else out on it isUNACCEPTABLE, because YOU did the exact same. hypocritical
to anyone who is being plagiarised, do not feel bad to speak up for yourself. stealing is completely unacceptable and should not be normalised at all. i truly hope tori and ck (iategame) get the justice they deserve. let’s stop plagiarising and make this a free platform without plagiarism!!
just so you’re all aware—this isn’t the first time jiah has copied other author’s works. it’s just the first time she’s faced consequences because of it. it’s a bit strange how all of her moots are repeating the same phrase, “i do not condone this” yet, none of you are really holding her accountable. anyone who is still defending her and excusing her actions have absolutely no morals and do not give a single fuck about other people’s feelings.
writing is not something we get paid for and no one deserves to have their work taken from them and not credited for the thought they put into it.
enhablr is such a fucked up place and is filled with people just like jiah—believe me, I’ve encountered them. the whole community needs to take a look on the inside of their little clique and rethink their choices of who they support and call their friends. but a lot of them are too narcissistic to care.
if you support @okwonyo in any way, shape, or form, kindly remove yourself from my account. this whole situation absolutely disgusts me, and her nonchalantness makes it worse.
Please, consider me like your brother, your son. This may be the last message I send.
Dear friends,
I’m Abdulrahman from Gaza. I haven’t eaten in over a day. There’s no flour to feed my little sisters who cry from hunger. A single bag of flour costs 570€ here.
And to leave Gaza safely? It costs7000 per person. I dream of getting my family out—but we can’t do it alone.
Please help us. Donate, even a little, and share this message with others. Every donation, every share, could be the reason we survive.
We are begging. May this message reach a heart that can help.
hello! thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your story with me and so many others. i pray that you and your family can find somewhere safe and be protected from the ongoing war. please take a few minutes out of your day or night to share this!!
Omgg hii did you see the outside mv?? Riki looked exquisite actually 😋😋 so I was thinking maybe boxer bf riki 🫣🤭
🌺 — YESSSS I DID SEE IT. he looked so scrumptious, goodbye. anyways, i hope u like this!! typed it up before crashing in my bed lol.
BOXER!RIKI AS YOUR BF
𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑖 x f. reader romance fluff kisses 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝗐𝖼. 298 ─── 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒
you walk into the small studio, hearing a few grunts and hits at the punching bag. riki was there in the ring as you rounded the corner, watching him block his face with the boxing gloves, dodging as if the punching bag were his opponent.
his tank clung to him, his arms flexing with every blow. you were hypnotized.
he almost didn’t notice you. until he turned to grab his water.
“oh— hey, baby,” he flashed a grin, walking over to the ring ropes and crouching down to your level.
“hi,” you replied bashfully, your cheeks burning from how hard you bit back your smile.
he leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips and then pressed one on top of them.
“i missed you, it’s been ages,” he mumbled.
you giggle, “it’s been four hours, riki.”
“four hours too long,” he scoffed, taking a sip of his water, some of it escaping the bottle and dribbling down his chin.
you shake your head in amusement, watching as he climbed out of the ring to finally stand in front of you properly.
“so, when will i see you at one of my matches?” his hands found your waist, squeezing as he brought you closer to him.
“mm, i don’t know,” you shrug. “those things scare me, ki.”
“why?” he chuckled.
“‘cause i don’t like seeing you all bruised up and bleeding!” you shove his chest lightly. you didn’t know why he was even asking that question. it’s not like he didn’t know your answer.
“babe, we go over this every time. i’m fine! it’s all for fun.” he pecked the top of your head.
“so you like getting beat up for fun?” you grumbled rhetorically, causing him to snicker.
There is a deepfake account on here under the name @arxana-gr that is posting AI-generated videos of female idols with exposed breasts. THIS IS NON-CONSENSUAL, DISGUSTING, AND TRAUMATIZING.
If you see this account or anything similar:
REPORT IMMEDIATELY. DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT REBLOG.
guys this is absolutely disgusting. please do not interact with this account and please please please report it and block it. this is absolutely inhumane and awful. let's not be silent about this and fight for the rights of our idols! please!
to spread awareness + anyone who can reblog: @woniefication, @saemisic, @chuhees, @dollerin, @flwrstqr, @okwonyo, @htaesan, @cheruphic, @flipitkickit, @thesassy-mia, @vmpivory, @antoncyng, @himewonu, @heeaara, @yuvany
he randomly wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying slightly. he doesn’t say anything—just holds you like he needs to recharge. if you try to move, his grip tightens just a little. “don’t leave just yet,” he murmurs close to your ear, voice soft enough to make your heart melt.
he swears he’s not the jealous type, but the moment someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s suddenly right next to you, head resting on your shoulder, a stupidly adorable pout on his lips. he just stares at you like a kicked puppy until you finally give him all your attention. and when you do, he gets oddly sassy, lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, now you wanna talk to me?”
he loves kissing you so much. slow, lazy kisses when you're tangled on the couch without a care in the world. rushed, breathless kisses when he’s missed you too much to be patient. teasing kisses where he pulls away just as you lean in for more, grinning at your frustration before finally giving in.
you’re his personal pillow. he never misses a chance to lay his head on your shoulder, lap, tummy—anywhere. whether you're on the bed, the couch, or lying on the floor just because, he’ll crawl over and settle his head on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. sometimes he just listens to your breathing, other times he absentmindedly presses soft kisses to your skin. if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll sigh in contentment, nuzzling closer.
his closet is basically yours. he doesn’t even pretend to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies, just grins when he sees you drowning in the fabric after he gets home from work. “you know, you could just ask me to hug you instead.” but the moment you wear one of his shirts to bed? it’s over for him. he stares at you like you hung the stars before pulling you into his arms, lips brushing against your forehead. “yeah, you’re never giving this back.”
the second he sees you upset, everything else fades into the background. whatever he was doing—texting, cooking, playing a game—forgotten in an instant. he pulls you onto his lap without a word, arms wrapping around you tightly as he presses soft kisses along your temple, your cheek, the corner of your lips. “what’s wrong, baby?” his voice is low, gentle, laced with concern. but before you can even answer, he’s already on a mission to cheer you up—peppering kisses all over your face, nuzzling into your neck, whispering silly things just to hear you laugh. and when you finally do—when that giggle slips out despite yourself—he grins, triumphant, holding you even closer. “there it is,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “my favorite sound.”
he always needs to have you close, no matter where you are. his hand resting on your thigh absentmindedly when you're sitting together, thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. his fingers brushing against yours under the table, hooking your pinkies together. if you're walking side by side, his hand naturally finds the small of your back, guiding you gently through crowds.
when you're with friends, he’s just as clingy—an arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you close as he leans in to whisper something just for you. if you tease him about it, he just smirks, squeezing your waist. “what? can’t help it,” he shrugs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and to him, it is.
Hello. This is Mahmoud Khalaf from Gaza, currently studying in Ireland. I hope you’re doing well. I am campaigning to evacuate my family from Gaza and reunite with them in Ireland where we can build a new life in a safe place. My campaign has been vetted by El Shab Hussein and Nabulsi #151 on the Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List, as explained in the post. We are at 69% of our final fundraising goal. Could we ask you please to reblog our post titled “Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza" Link https://www.tumblr.com/supportgaza/767056441041420288/we-are-at-68-of-our-final-fundraising-goal?source=share
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𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ TWOTHOUSAND&FOURHUNDRED / fluff , down bad bnd ᵔᵕᵔ suggestive , kissing ⸝⸝ ❪ CLiCKFORMORE ❫
ALTERNATIVELY ──── first kiss with them.
myung jaehyun.
jaehyun keeps psyching himself out. he wants to kiss you—god, he wants to—but every time he even thinks about it, his heart starts racing, his hands get clammy, and he ends up chickening out. he tells himself he’ll do it next time. next time. always next time.
but then one day, you're sitting next to him, completely unaware of the internal chaos he's going through. he's absentmindedly playing with your hair, running his fingers through it as you flip through a book, your focus entirely on the pages. and jaehyun—jaehyun is completely focused on you.
he doesn’t even register the question you just asked him until you turn to him with the softest expression, waiting for his response. and that’s it. his brain just goes static.
"can i kiss you?"
he blurts it out before he can stop himself, and before you can even process the words—before he can process them—he panics and kisses your cheek instead.
you blink at him, confused. it’s not that it’s unusual—jaehyun is an affectionate person, always has been. but something about the way he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact, ears turning red, tells you that wasn’t what he meant to do.
he groans, hiding his face in his hands. "wait, that’s not—ugh, never mind."
you can’t help but giggle, reaching over to tug his hands away from his face. "it's fine," you say, amused, and your smile is so warm, so sweet, that it completely undoes him.
before he can second-guess himself, he kisses you.
this time, he doesn’t hesitate. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, while the other stays tangled in your hair, holding you close. he kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, like he’s making up for all the times he wanted to but didn’t. and it’s soft, but sure—like a weight lifting off his chest, like everything has finally clicked into place.
when he pulls back, he’s grinning—completely, utterly lovesick. his face is warm, just like yours, and he feels so, so giddy at the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.
"cute," he murmurs, and before you can even think of responding, he starts pressing kisses all over your face. your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your temple—everywhere.
"jaehyun—" you try to protest, laughing as you push at his shoulders.
"nope." he kisses the corner of your lips next, grinning against your skin. "this is your life now."
park sungho.
sungho has been holding back for so long. he’s been waiting for the right moment, for the perfect excuse, but you’re just… effortlessly cute all the time, and he’s running out of patience. every laugh, every glance, every small touch has been chipping away at his resolve, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.
then one day, while walking together, you playfully bump into him with a little smirk, teasing, “oops, my bad.”
and something in him just snaps.
"okay, that’s it."
before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. his lips crash against yours—quick, firm, like he’s been dying to do this for ages. there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure instinct. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your skin as he tilts his head, pressing deeper, more insistent.
it’s all so sudden that your breath catches in your throat. but then the shock melts away, replaced by warmth, by the way he’s holding you like you’re something precious, by the way his lips move against yours like he never wants to stop.
when he finally pulls back, it’s just enough to look at you, to take in your dazed expression, the slight part of your lips like you’re still processing what just happened. he smirks—smug, triumphant, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“yeah,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. “should’ve done that sooner.”
and just when you think it’s over, he dips back in—slower this time, softer, like he’s savoring it. like he’s making up for lost time.
lee riwoo.
you and riwoo had been lying side by side, scrolling through tiktoks on your phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows over his face. every now and then, one of you would break into quiet laughter, making playful comments about whatever ridiculous video popped up next. it was comfortable, easy—just like always.
but then, in the middle of laughing at some cat video, you turned to say something to riwoo, only to realize how close the two of you were. his face was just inches away, his dark eyes meeting yours. you noticed it. he noticed it. but neither of you said a thing.
riwoo’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. he didn’t hesitate—just leaned in, soft and slow, like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. his lips brushed against yours, barely there at first, testing, before he pressed in just a little deeper. his hand found your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek as he kissed you, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.
when he pulled away, he didn’t move far. his gaze flickered over your face, taking in the warmth blooming on your cheeks, your slightly parted lips, the way your breath hitched like you were still processing what had just happened. something about the sight made his heart squeeze.
so he leaned in again.
this time, his hands settled on either side of you, caging you in as his lips met yours again—firmer, more certain. the kiss was still gentle, but there was something else there now, something deeper, like he was savoring the way you felt against him. when he finally pulled back, his breathing was slightly uneven, and so was yours.
riwoo, still hovering over you, took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing a featherlight kiss against your palm. his lips curved against your skin, a little shy, a little giddy. neither of you spoke, but when he settled back beside you, he draped an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
the two of you went back to watching tiktoks, but there was no ignoring the way your lips tingled, the way riwoo’s fingers traced soft patterns against your arm.
and when the next video made you both laugh, you caught him biting back a smile—not because of the video, but because of you.
han taesan.
taesan was so obvious—from the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips to the way he pretended to stretch just to drape his arm around your shoulder. you’d asked him more than once if he was okay, but he just waved it off with a shrug, refusing to meet your eyes for too long.
he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so shy. he’d spent countless nights thinking about this, imagining how it would go—how he'd pull you close, how effortlessly smooth it would be—but now, sitting this close to you, all that confidence had disappeared.
meanwhile, you were completely unaware—just chatting away about your favorite artist’s new album, your childhood dog, anything that crossed your mind. and taesan, instead of listening, was too busy staring at your lips, heart racing at the thought of finally closing the distance.
his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. he swallowed. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in—just close enough for you to catch your breath, for your words to falter.
his lips brushed against yours—soft, fleeting. barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. you froze mid-sentence, your eyes widening slightly as he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.
when he found none, he moved in again. this time, he lingered. slow, deliberate. his lips pressed against yours more firmly, warm and sure, savoring the way you melted into him.
and then he did it again.
and again.
each time he pulled away, his grin grew wider, more playful, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you. he was teasing now—pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then another, barely holding back a chuckle when you huffed in frustration.
finally, he tilted his head in mock consideration before swooping in once more, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss—one that left no room for doubt. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your sides as he pulled you flush against him, stealing the breath right from your lungs.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. he let out a small hum, voice laced with amusement.
“just making sure,” he teased, eyes twinkling, “that first one wasn’t a fluke.”
kim leehan.
leehan had been staring at you with a dazed expression for far too long. you noticed it, and judging by the way his ears were turning pink, he knew you noticed it too.
you poked his cheek, amused. “what’s up?”
he blinked, startled. “n-nothing.”
liar.
you tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you sure?”
leehan swallowed—visibly. his gaze darted away, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to do something but was too nervous to act on it. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he finally moved.
he leaned in—eyes fluttering shut, lips barely brushing against yours, soft and hesitant. his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your arms. the kiss was fleeting, nothing more than a whisper of contact before he pulled away too quickly.
but when he saw your expression—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise—something inside him melted.
the rush of warmth, of relief, pushed him forward before he could think twice. his hands cupped your face with gentle urgency, pulling you back in as he kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t so fleeting. it was still soft—leehan had never been anything but gentle with you—but there was something new in the way his lips lingered against yours, like he wanted to hold onto the feeling for just a little longer.
his thumbs traced over your skin, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of you. and when you responded—when you kissed him back just as softly, just as sure—he sighed against your lips, something tender uncoiling in his chest.
he pulled back only slightly, enough to search your face, his own breath uneven. his lips were curled into a small, bashful smile he couldn’t quite hide. his fingers brushed over your cheek, his gaze warm, a little dazed.
then, in a moment of unguarded fondness, he ducked his head and kissed the tip of your nose, a soft laugh escaping him when he felt you stiffen in surprise.
his own cheeks burned, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “i like that. a lot,” he murmured.
and then he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to rest at your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips slotting against yours with a newfound confidence. he kissed you like he couldn’t quite get over the sweet taste of your lips, like he didn’t want to. each brush of his lips grew a little bolder, a little more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time.
when he finally pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding against his ribs. and yet, even as he tried to catch his breath, his arms stayed locked around you, his forehead resting against yours.
he laughed, breathless, eyes shining. “i really, really like that.”
kim woonhak.
the day was just like any other, as normal as ever. you were hanging out with woonhak, having planned to do your homework together—though that plan had been abandoned a while ago. he had a ball in hand, lazily throwing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound for the past fifteen minutes, while you were lost in your own world, doodling absentmindedly in the back of your notebook.
but woonhak got bored quickly. you noticed the shift when he set the ball aside, his fingers drumming against his thigh, his lips pressed together like he was debating something in his head. his gaze flickered to you every few seconds, thoughtful, unreadable.
and then,just as you were about to ask what was on his mind, he just did it.
no hesitation, no warning—his hands found your face, warm and gentle, as he leaned in and kissed you.
it was soft but certain, like he'd made up his mind in an instant and didn’t want to give himself the chance to second-guess it. his lips molded against yours, slow and warm, lingering for just a beat longer than expected before he pulled away. his large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs tracing over your skin as his eyes flickered over your face, taking in your wide-eyed, dazed expression.
but instead of teasing you for it, he just smiled—small at first, then wider, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.
there was no shyness, no uncertainty—just quiet comfort, the kind that made it so easy for him to touch you, to want you. like he had never even considered being nervous around you in the first place.
and then—just when you thought it was over—he dipped back in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. then another on your temple. soft, affectionate, each one lingering a little longer than the last. you barely had time to recover before he tilted your chin up and stole another kiss from your lips, quick and playful, like he was testing the waters.
but when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned in just the slightest—he kissed you again. slower this time. deeper. his hands smoothed down your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between you, his lips moving against yours,like he wanted to memorize the way your lips felt against his.
when he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little uneven, but the grin he wore was lazy, pleased.
his voice was impossibly fond as he murmured, “yeah,” pulling you in until you were against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “definitely gonna need more of those.”
despite whatever situations happened in our community, i want you to PLEASE TAKE ATTENTION TO THE FOLLOWING POST.
DONALD TR*MP JUST ANNOUNCED A PROJECT FOR THE ETHNICAL CLEANSING OF THE GAZA STRIP.
In his words : “The U.S. will take over the Gaza Strip, and we will do a job with it, too. We’ll own it and be responsible for dismantling all of the dangerous unexploded bombs and other weapons on the site, level the site and get rid of the destroyed buildings, level it out, create an economic development that will supply unlimited numbers of jobs and housing for the people of the area.”
“I don’t want to be cute. I don’t want to be a wise guy. But the Riviera of the Middle East, this could be something that could be so — this could be so magnificent.”
i'm genuinely tearing up as i write this, and i beg you from the bottom of my heart, PLEASE, don't let this go unnoticed despite the things happening on enhablr or any other community. tr*mp is literally threatening to wipe gaza and all palestinians from the map.
there's an ETHNICAL CLEANSING AND DISPLACEMENT threatening to happen despite other country leaders avidly going against it. please, please don't ignore this, and don't ignore the fact that he said this right after a CEASEFIRE was announced. even then, gaza keeps being bombed and there's no sign of stopping or good news.
no matter where you live, i BEG YOU
BOYCOTT ANYTHING THAT MAY FUND ISR*EL.
boycott ANY brands that you can find near you. don't buy from them. don't buy from food chains you like if they support isr*el. don't buy from your favorite clothing brand if they support isr*el. don't watch a movie from disn*y or any other entertainment source because they support isr*el.
a guide on how to boycott
(almost) full list of brands you should boycott
DON'T STOP SHARING.
SHARE news from RELIABLE SOURCES about the things happening in gaza on your social media, DONATE, go to RALLIES, ATTEND to everything and any kind of event or parade that supports palestine in your city. EDUCATE yourself and the ones around you. DON'T DENY HELP to the ones here on tumblr. DON'T BE AFRAID of showing your support to gaza and palestine. the people there are the ones who should be frightened for their lives.
here is a long list of gazan aid.
additionally :
DAILY CLICK
ESIMS FOR GAZA
PETITION FOR FREE PALESTINE
WPF PALESTINIAN CHILDREN FOOD EMERGENCY
CAREFORGAZA SUPPORTING DISPLACED FAMILIES
SOME GFMS THAT NEED DONATIONS
MORE VETTED GFMS
(please check the tumblr tags #vetted gfm #gaza gfm and similar for more gofundmes)
!!!! read this post fully please, it’s so saddening seeing the history of palestine being wiped away from our eyes as we speak. please continue to reblog, donate, and spread the message. gaza WILL be free in our timeline and we will live to see a free palestine in all its glory.
continue to spread this message both online and offline because only god knows when censorship will spread to not being able to use your voice online. we all have voices and it is now more dire than ever to USE them. your voice is the one power that no country’s government can strip from you so use it to the fullest.
talk about this with you friends, have this conversation in your day to day lives with people you TRUST. nothing will happen if you do not continue to talk about this and spread the message. countries have fallen before due to silence and that will NOT happen with palestine, so long as you continue to bring awareness to these topics.
check out the links given by the original author of this post and spread it to other mutuals PLEASE.
tangentwithtanner
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romaincrisis
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