jadie checking in. life has sucker punched me in the face as of late and i’m a very busy girl. i love lads i love caleb i love xiaprint alllll the same and i want to both apologize for my absence and also announce it formally.
hiatus probably isn’t the right word to use because i’d still love to pop in, interact, probably post. this whole flagging issue of my mutuals not being able to see me on the tl, my posts being flagged is just really killing my mood. my motivation is shot and i know i promised a big hefty kinktober list but fuckkkkk my time is consumed by school right now.
soooo that is not to say that i’m canceling it! i’m just definitely not posting any of them on time and it’ll probably drag out for the rest of the year because i truly do love the prompt list and i know so many of you were looking forward to it.
tldr anatomy & physiology sucks and tumblr pissed me off by flagging my content! i’m sorry pls still love me.
I hate Epic the Musical and I hate Song of Achilles, for the love of God, stop making slop fanfiction popular, some people think that's what the original stories were like, I'm ending it ALL
I hope you die in a fire if you report loli/shota art as csem/csam. Genuinely kys pls. That harms csa victims. All it does is fuel the moral panic in your head and the abuse poor children go through everyday.
putting your own feelings over real survivors is shitty and selfish. Do me a favor and actually gain an ounce of media literacy and maybe get a hobby on the way. Oh and go behind bars because you think anime kids are more important than the exploitation of real living beings
Miss ma’am what are your thoughts on fugitive hanma 🎤🎤🎤
I love the way your write him so i am always here to eat up whatever bits and scenarios you like to share with us 💙💙
Hi anon', I just gave some thoughts here but I have more!!!
Fugitive Hanma can't really believe his luck when you say he can stay the night after that little incursion. When he makes some fake phone call and tells you he's lost his wallet too (he didn't, he just has a wallet of fake Cards) and you say, standing on the other side of the room that you can give him some money or stay on the couch if he doesn't mind it.
And he's reeling from how trusting you are, how innocent and how adorable you are fixing him a sandwich because "if he's so far from home he must be hungry" and he wolfs it down in two minutes as you watch him. Part of him feels bad, a little guilty- a guilt that seems to die very quickly when he watches the police cars drone on past your apartment without stopping and he almost feels like kissing you immediately.
You leave him there after an hour, saying he can call you if he needs something but that you expect he'll be back out on the road when morning comes, which he agrees to readily. And you leave a blanket that only reaches his knees for him folded on the sofa, as you quietly slip back to your room, offering him the shower if he wants to freshen up as long as he makes sure not to break anything and doesn't mind using your soap. And he promises he'll make it up to somehow with a "thanks princess, I'll make sure I reward you somehow yeah?" Which leaves an ache in your stomach you're going to ignore as you lock your bedroom door and sleep.
You know. You know in your heart you've done something real stupid - letting a stranger into your house? And it half keeps you awake for the rest of the night- and you're especially surprised when you wake up to find him pouring coffee for the both of you in your kitchen, looking fresher and cleaner now, in sweatpants that hang low on his hips and his bare chest soaking up the kitchen sunlight, hair messy and wet and a gold chain sitting pretty on his neck.
You stare, and he clears his throat. "sorry for last night sweet girl, I thought I'd make this for you, y'know, for all that." And he hands you a cup, getting up real close, flecks of wet hair on his forehead, gorgeously amber eyes staring you down with a twinkle and a smirk as you salivate a little and shakily take the cup.
"that's....fine. you don't have to be in a rush to leave. I can make some breakfast, if you don't mind toast and eggs or pancakes that is,' you say, feeling hot under his watchful gaze.
And he chuckles, takes a sip and says "I'd appreciate that sweetheart but only if you don't mind."
And it's cute to watch you flush at the deep thrum of his voice that has your thighs involuntarily twitching.
Coming here was a really good idea in the end.
"so what's your name? You didn't tell me last night."
Hey just so you guys know my asks are open for art requests for like- doctor who, Hermitcraft/life seiries (or specifically Grian in general) and good omens and stuff (I'll tag the rest of the fandoms but you can ask for literally anything [sfw ofc] because I have google)
I'll draw things if you ask me to!
I'm like a little hamster in a cage with an art pen and nothing to do with the rest of the day.
