i write for female reader, sometimes genderneutral makes an appearance, but the reader generally changes as a write, if they become [short, tall, thick etc.] for some reason then whoopty doo ⢠this writer does not take criticisms â˘
Hi, sorry if this is an intrusive question but can I ask what happened to your blog? I remember reading all the fanfics you wrote here and Iâm sad I canât revisit themâŚdonât answer if you donât want to! I hope youâre doing okay and all is well in your life
i don't feel comfortable sharing my fics with anyone anymore if i'm honest.
feedback and reblogs are scarce and there's only so much an aspiring writer can do to inspire others to share their content. point is, tumblr has been changing and so has it's readers. it's harder to be seen and, there's no way of knowing how many people actually revisit old writing, so writing felt more like work and i think this is the official shut down post for the writing part of this blog.
sorry, love. writing isn't what it used to be for me. if you'd still like to read my works feel free to message me. i still write but in private.
you were one of the first people to ever comment on my writing and THATS what made me keep going
iâm literally so sad to hear youâre leaving, i havenât read your writing but from just the way you interacted with my post i could tell you are an amazing person
hey yeah, its me huhu. your writing is phenomenal and you seem like this badass writing machine i totally admire that but (if youre looking) for a quick cool down from asks, write a little something about how about your favs go to you for comfort (maybe their day was hard or maybe they just missed you). remember to unclench your jaw, go have some water, and read something new, dearest writer
hi darling!! first off, thank you so much!! iâve been so on and off with tumblr. iâve mentioned this before but i used to have two other blogs before this one & now iâm just kinda here and write whenever i feel like it!! but iâm glad that the work i do put out is stuff that angels like you enjoy! it really makes me happy so thank you so so much đ
and hmm my favs đ¤ letâs see letâs see⌠iâm gonna put everything under the cut bc i kinda went off on this LMFAO
well to start off with my number one man, bokuto koutarou đŤśđź i think heâs a very physically affectionate guy! his love language is definitely physical touch me thinks & considering he canonically likes to hide in smaller spaces for comfort i think heâd come home after a long & exhausting day from practice. definitely the type to just drop his gym bag by the entrance and kick off his shoes and trudge his way towards me in our shared bedroom. poor babyâs oozing with exhaustion :(( and since i like to unwind by chilling in bed reading a book or scrolling through social media, heâd probably just crawl right on top of me & nuzzle his way under my arms. now heâs a big guy, but heâll do anything to make himself feel small, and iâm more than happy to help by wrapping him up in our blankets and snuggling him even if he is all sweaty n gross. i also think that whenever he gets like this he doesnât really feel like talking, so maybe iâll read to him or just tell him about my day to get his mind off things because my favorite hardworking man deserves a nice, little break from time to time <3
now when it comes to gojo satoru i just know it takes a lot for him to really feel down & actually admit it. he might come home one day seeming agitated and irritable, so iâd like to give him some space until he finally comes clean and tells me what he needs bc, letâs be honest, iâm not gonna know what he wants unless he says something & itâll teach him to better communicate his feelings mhm mhm đ so it usually ends with him coming into the kitchen while iâm preparing dinner and he starts huffin n puffin until i bring my attention to him heâs such a brat and so itâll go something like this:
âwhat is it, âtoru?â
ââŚâ
âalright then, donât tell meâ
âcould you- can we- ugh.. you knowâŚâ
âi actually donât knowâ
âcan you pay attention to me, please? ⌠i need you right nowâ
and itâll end with me placing his dinner in front of him and givin him a little smooch on his forehead and sitting right across from him. and iâll go on and ask him about his day. if he wants to talk about it, great! if he doesnât, iâll just ask him about what he wants to do later or tomorrow. anything satoru wants, satoru gets <3
as for mr. kamisato ayato heâs very much the type to deny that heâs not in the best mood and insists that he has to get his work done and really he doesnât bc istg he works nonstop so the best way for me to comfort him is by forcing him out of his office. iâll bring him outside to get some fresh air and have him watch the sunset with me. heâll protest and be all like âi really have to finish my work, loveâ and iâll just shake my head and cling onto his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. heâd sigh and look at me then back at the sunset and, soon enough, he finds himself basking in the sight before him. iâd feel him relax and take a deep breath, and thatâs when i know that he really did need a break, even if it was only to watch the sun set <3 (( i actually wrote a drabble for this!! clearly it was rlly self indulgent but if u wanna read it, itâs here! ))
siiighhh haitani ran ?? that man is like an iron wall, trying to get him to open up to me about his feelings is truly a battle. donât get me wrong, heâs very much open to listening to me and being there for me whenever iâm feeling down, but when heâs the one in a mood?? lord help me đ§đťââď¸ he gets really quiet & seems almost emotionless, but the look in his eyes will tell me otherwise. heâd probably be sitting on the couch or something after a long day, staring off into nothingness despite the t.v. being on, so iâll plop myself down on his lap and make him look at me. instead of asking him whatâs wrong bc i know better than to ask a gang affiliated man what could be on his mind i just pepper him with kisses and affection. heâll never ask for it, but he and i know he needs it more than anything <3
screams pLEASE if u read all this bless ur soul bc i got rlly carried away fkshsiw but i hope your day/night has been going well darling! i really appreciate you sending this ask a lot đ always remember to take good care of yourself, okay? MWAH
Hi, sorry if this is an intrusive question but can I ask what happened to your blog? I remember reading all the fanfics you wrote here and Iâm sad I canât revisit themâŚdonât answer if you donât want to! I hope youâre doing okay and all is well in your life
i don't feel comfortable sharing my fics with anyone anymore if i'm honest.
feedback and reblogs are scarce and there's only so much an aspiring writer can do to inspire others to share their content. point is, tumblr has been changing and so has it's readers. it's harder to be seen and, there's no way of knowing how many people actually revisit old writing, so writing felt more like work and i think this is the official shut down post for the writing part of this blog.
sorry, love. writing isn't what it used to be for me. if you'd still like to read my works feel free to message me. i still write but in private.
Syd, i take full responsibility for the Toji thirst.
everything is in disarray, idk what to do. all i can see is this man's tiddies and fuck i-
it's too late. it's settled. i'm thinking about him in a button up that's not even buttoned. i mean he probably invites ya over for dinner and he's got this button up on and none of the buttons are in their slots.
he's a slut who's leaning in the doorway bare-chested with nice shirt that really has no reason to be on his body. that syrupy smile he gives when he sees the reason for you coming over is in your hand. he gives no shits about that tupperware container full of whatever it is you're talking about as you walk through his home. he's smiling, leaning down to hear you and making sure you feel just a bit of his breath. it's minty, he's pulling all the stops for your attention.
but somehow there's traces of the gentlemen who you bunped into at the park one sunny evening. his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the dining room table like you don't know where it is. taking your jacket and asking if you had any trouble getting here, but he's really just working you up with the small traces of his fingers up your spine.
you smile at him and he politely asks to kiss you, then there's joke of him getting it backwards, but your thoughts blank when his fingers cup the back of your neck and brush those baby hairs back there before you lean up to kiss him. he makes you say that you need him to kiss you.
from there dinner's forgotten. you're against the wall, laid on the table, bouncing in his lap, it's all a blur of pleasure and stumbling desperately while hips are stuttering together like magnets. sloppily kissing, marking down your neck and gripping your waist because from that day in the park he knows you're what he's wanted.
this perfect fucking body, not some tupperware dinner.
you knew it, too.
he's a little disappointed there's nothing in the tupperware dish, but how can he be when you were just as eager to fuck him as he was when you first met. but oh well. I FUCKING LIKE THIS ASSHOLE NOW
ma'am the fuck. i also literally never thirsted for him, I wrote that snipped that got to you for a friend who likes him, but I think we're both down bad now, yeah? :D
Syd, i take full responsibility for the Toji thirst.
everything is in disarray, idk what to do. all i can see is this man's tiddies and fuck i-
it's too late. it's settled. i'm thinking about him in a button up that's not even buttoned. i mean he probably invites ya over for dinner and he's got this button up on and none of the buttons are in their slots.
he's a slut who's leaning in the doorway bare-chested with nice shirt that really has no reason to be on his body. that syrupy smile he gives when he sees the reason for you coming over is in your hand. he gives no shits about that tupperware container full of whatever it is you're talking about as you walk through his home. he's smiling, leaning down to hear you and making sure you feel just a bit of his breath. it's minty, he's pulling all the stops for your attention.
but somehow there's traces of the gentlemen who you bunped into at the park one sunny evening. his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the dining room table like you don't know where it is. taking your jacket and asking if you had any trouble getting here, but he's really just working you up with the small traces of his fingers up your spine.
you smile at him and he politely asks to kiss you, then there's joke of him getting it backwards, but your thoughts blank when his fingers cup the back of your neck and brush those baby hairs back there before you lean up to kiss him. he makes you say that you need him to kiss you.
from there dinner's forgotten. you're against the wall, laid on the table, bouncing in his lap, it's all a blur of pleasure and stumbling desperately while hips are stuttering together like magnets. sloppily kissing, marking down your neck and gripping your waist because from that day in the park he knows you're what he's wanted.
this perfect fucking body, not some tupperware dinner.
you knew it, too.
he's a little disappointed there's nothing in the tupperware dish, but how can he be when you were just as eager to fuck him as he was when you first met. but oh well. I FUCKING LIKE THIS ASSHOLE NOW
Toji is bad news but the cock is just too good. You don't really care, not like you're looking for a relationship with someone this fucked up. He thought he could play you. He thought he could just fuck you a few times, take every piece of you and smash it until you were a misshapen reminder of yourself - but it's him who's losing it. He starts coming to your place later and later every night, drunker and drunker. You don't care at first - he fucks just as savagely and deliciously. He rambles about life, about love, about how you cracked his skin open and seeped inside him - you don't care. But when after a rough, mindblowing fuck he tucks his face in the crook of your neck, actually cuddles you - you freeze. And he rasps in your ear, nuzzles into your hair. Baby, my baby. Don't ever leave me. Say I'm yours. You glance at him, shocked, but stroke his back nonetheless. Are you crazy, old man? You ask. He laughs shakily. Leans up for a sloppy, needy kiss that makes you both throb. Your old man, yeah? You don't answer at first, but when he flips you over, spreads your legs, presses you into the mattress, his hot breath on the back of your neck, you gasp for him. I'll think about it.
to be clear this isnât some random change.org petition that doesnât matter, this is the formal proper way for EU citizens to influence what the EU commission discusses. if this gets enough signatures they HAVE to seriously consider how to implement universal basic income across the european union.
Babies donât forget thereâs an Etsy boycott from April 11-18 to protest the higher service fees recently instated for shop owners despite the fact that the company reported record profits last year. Etsy is usually one of my go-tos but I am absolutely going to stay off for the week. Without its vendors (many of whom are independent artists/creators) Etsy is literally nothing, and if these new policies are undermining their ability to stay on the site without risking their financial stability then they 100% deserve our support. No Etsy this week!!!
i used to want the love that drives you crazy. the passionate fighting and making up and fighting and making up. the pull and push back and forth. the high of the uncertainty and mixed emotions. but then i learned love doesnât have to make your heart ache. it can be exciting without being nerve wracking. it can be beautiful without being a tragedy.
Kaizu and I will be participating in the Etsy strike coming up from April 11th to the 18th!
Our shop will be put on vacation mode so sales will not be possible.
The Etsy strike is to protest the recent increase in fees. Etsy has announced record profits but still increased fees by 30% and have over the last few years been making the site inhospitable to small creators.
Please help support this strike by not buying anything from Etsy during the week of April 11th.
Here's a link to a petition outlining the exact demands from the strike and also more information on how some changes have harmed small creators.
Please spread the word if you can! Crim and I are putting our shop on hiatusâ and if youâre a creator on Etsy, and can afford to do so, we hope you do the same!
