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@souliloqui
moon | 28 | black | multi-fandom | 18+ MDNI
fandoms i write for:
arcane
jujutsu kaisen
love and deepspace
masterpost (coming soon)
my writing does consist of primarily nsfw material, so minors do not interact. posts will be tagged and marked accordingly.
the bald avatar man who controls all four elements has captivated me and yes, it's definitely a problem.
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
my friend has a tumblr account but DOESNT know this… life is so empty
I FOUND THE ORIGINAL
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
SERIOUS: NEW BOT SCAM ALERT
heya!
this right here?
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT REAL.
the "@staff" is just the bio text.
tumblr staff will not contact you through anything other than email or their official accounts, which will all have this badge:
DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS OR SIMILAR ACCOUNTS AND ABSOLUTELY DO NOT CLICK ANY LINKS FROM IT.
report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.
@staff @tumblr @support
“Thats not realistic”
Yeah not for YOU, you unwhimsical bitch
seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.
putting this here too bc im laughing so hard
we can’t talk here contact me in my dream tonight
xavier who answers a call on your behalf when he's balls deep in you, maintaining a level of composure that you'd be envious of if he currently wasn't rendering you cockdrunk.
his tone's curt and brash, ushering the person on the other end of the line to get to the point. but he doesn't slow down his thrusts—in fact, he fucks you faster and harder until the slapping of skin against skin is so loud, it's impossible to miss.
you try to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers behind trembling hands. but xavier's quick to yank those hands above your head, giving you no way to stifle your noises. you go to bite your bottom lip but xavier doesn't allow it, using his free hand to tug your jaw down so your sweet voice rings free.
he's hitting that spot with such precision, your cunt gushing wet and squelching with every slam of his hips against the plush of your ass. it's getting too much, your eyes closing tightly as pleading sobs spill from your open mouth, your back starting to arch as xavier still talks with whoever called you.
"just a second," xavier grunts before he's got you folded in half and making you scream. you claw at his shoulders, drool slicking your chin and stars dotting your blurry vision. "almost...there—"
a sudden firm rub to your clit and you're gone, utterly and completely shattered as you wail xavier's name.
the next morning, coming out of your apartment, you bump into charlie and wave in greeting. charlie instantly grows flustered and can't look you in the eye as he quickly waves and scurries past.
you wonder what you've done wrong and express this to xavier on the way to work who looks a little too smug.
turns out it was charlie who had called you last night, intending to invite you to a cafe that had opened a week ago. and xavier, in his possessiveness, decided to stake his claim right there and then.
xavier pouts when you proceed to not talk to him for the whole workday.
the way i suddenly want to write some nasty xavier smut.
"You blush from your ears," you tell Sylus, like you're presenting him with groundbreaking knowledge. "It's never from your cheeks first, always your ears."
Sylus blinks, resisting the sudden urge to touch his ears.
"I don't blush at all, sweetie."
You hum, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Of course you don't, oh big bad leader of Onychinus."
That small taunt earns you a soft swat to the bottom which you easily evade, delighted giggles pouring from your lips.
"Brat," he murmurs around a smile as you wink at him. "One usually has evidence along with their accusations."
You don't reply to that, don't say a single word but you look thoughtful and Sylus instantly knows that he's gotten himself into trouble.
The next morning, Sylus walks into the living room and stops right in his tracks when he's greeted by a blown up image of his face. The shot has been taken at just the right angle to show one of his ears. His ear which is flushed a deep red, the striking colour bleeding into the pale of his cheek.
Sylus stares at this photo for a long time, long enough for you to stroll into the living room with two mugs of coffee in hand. You pass him one, smiling victoriously when he silently accepts it.
"You asked for proof." Is all you say before you're sipping from your mug like the winner you are.
Sylus doesn't know whether to be proud, irritated or aroused.
He settles on all three.
and through it all, sylus remained ruinously calm. patient, almost cruel with it, as though taking you apart had become a form of worship, and he, devout thing that he was, meant to do it properly.
your body tightened beneath him. a small betrayal, a confession made in muscle before your mouth could decide whether pride was worth saving.
sylus noticed. of course he noticed.
“there you are,” he murmured, voice low enough to feel less like sound than touch. “don’t start hiding from me now.”
his mouth brushed the frantic place beneath your jaw. teeth, barely there. a threat made gentle because he knew gentleness would ruin you faster.
“i want to hear it,” he said. “all of it. exactly how quiet you stop being when you remember who has you.”
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"You blush from your ears," you tell Sylus, like you're presenting him with groundbreaking knowledge. "It's never from your cheeks first, always your ears."
Sylus blinks, resisting the sudden urge to touch his ears.
"I don't blush at all, sweetie."
You hum, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Of course you don't, oh big bad leader of Onychinus."
That small taunt earns you a soft swat to the bottom which you easily evade, delighted giggles pouring from your lips.
"Brat," he murmurs around a smile as you wink at him. "One usually has evidence along with their accusations."
You don't reply to that, don't say a single word but you look thoughtful and Sylus instantly knows that he's gotten himself into trouble.
The next morning, Sylus walks into the living room and stops right in his tracks when he's greeted by a blown up image of his face. The shot has been taken at just the right angle to show one of his ears. His ear which is flushed a deep red, the striking colour bleeding into the pale of his cheek.
Sylus stares at this photo for a long time, long enough for you to stroll into the living room with two mugs of coffee in hand. You pass him one, smiling victoriously when he silently accepts it.
"You asked for proof." Is all you say before you're sipping from your mug like the winner you are.
Sylus doesn't know whether to be proud, irritated or aroused.
He settles on all three.
Seeing how writers across all platforms and different fandoms are dealing with so much more hate, censorship and publicized gossip is truly disheartening to see.
This “call out” culture that’s becoming more prominent in fandom spaces quite literally goes against the entire purpose of fan fiction. Fandoms are supposed to be safe spaces for people to express their ideas and if you don’t like a certain blog/type of writing, you simply block them and move on.
By “calling out” or demanding certain changes be made to how a person writes, you are stripping away the concept of fandom being a creative, judgment free space. Fan fiction censorship is as dangerous as book censorship; it’s the act of silencing those you don’t agree with.
I had to learn this the hard way when I made this mistake in the past, realizing the topic I was “calling out” was simply me trying to censor something I didn’t like. The reason this action becomes dangerous is that there is no stopping point to what can be called out and therefore censored, and it opens up the potential for hatred, bullying, and other harmful behavior towards those engaging in the “controversial” topics.
If you see something you don’t like, then don’t interact. It’s simple and doesn’t cost a thing to you. Stop promoting these forms of isolation and harassment.
***side note, just because you’re not “calling out” or openly condemning a certain topic does not mean you are agreeing with or condoning it, either. It simply means you respect the principle of writing what you want and disengaging with those that write what you don’t like.
****extra side note, this is exactly why ao3 doesn’t censor fan fiction posted on there unless it’s an extreme case of something being inappropriate.
this!
fandom spaces have started to confuse discomfort with danger, personal dislike with moral emergency, and curation with public punishment.
fandom should be strange, excessive, embarrassing, tender, horny, indulgent, experimental, full of things you personally would never touch and things that feel like they were written with a knife pressed directly into your ribs. that is the point. it is a library with too many locked doors, and you are allowed to choose which ones you open.
you are allowed to dislike things. you are allowed to block, mute, scroll past, close the tab, protect your own peace.
genuinely, please do.
curation is healthy.
what scares me is when “i don’t want to see this” becomes “no one should be allowed to write this.” and no, refusing to join a public stoning does not mean you secretly endorse everything ever written. it means you understand that fiction is fiction, your discomfort is yours to manage, and someone else’s imagination is not automatically a crime scene.
block, mute, move on, build your corner, protect your joy. but once we start cheering for censorship, we never get to decide where it stops.
