#So anon you are right | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In 2020, Tumblr had 29.4 million users in the US.

#So anon you are right

dragon-tidbits · 7 months

Note

Wait, are you an only child too?? If so, thank goodness. Siblings fascinate me. I'm jealous but also relieved. Looks like sibling dynamics just really depend on circumstances. But I love reading material that play out the Pines relationships in a way that siblings feel is super accurate because they're usually a blend of goofiness, intimacy, annoyances, and love that I just. Ugh, I'm so jealous.

From the outside, it looks like "I'll kill you for a Klondike bar but I would end the world if someone gave you so much as a papercut."

That's the funny thing anon-

[I have two older (half) brothers.]

We share a mom.

ON TOP OF THAT!! The gap in age from me is 16 and 19 years!

Because of this, coupled with tensions my dad made with them, I grew up more with a single child mentality. The eldest had a family before I was a teen and moved out and the middle almost had nothing to do with me until I was much older (I blame dad for that) but he was nice enough to let me borrow or play his games. Not to say they didn't or don't love me, it was just hard to get close with them. But we get along great now!

As for the brothers themselves, stories our mom told me often revolve around them putting each other in the doctor's office. They get along much better these days.

#Ask #I continue to confuse people because I am a strange person #My mom jokes she had to change husbands to get the daughter she wanted #So anon you are right #Sibling dynamics are REALLY depending on circumstances #Only Child Vibes but not actually one

8 notes · View notes

ryllen · 3 months

Note

Hi! I hope that you are doing well🥰💗💕 I really adore your art!! Your Yuu really wins me over to the very heart!💘💘💘

I wear lightning-shaped earrings and they really remind me of Sebek!⚡ I would like your girl to put them on and draw this🥺💓

But I also really love her black earrings that she wears when she's a teenager and green ones when she's an adult! It's really cute💕💕

And! I would be interested to know if Sebek notices when Yuu puts on other earrings or doesn't wear them at all if she doesn't want to?👉👈💗

Have a nice day!🥰❣️❣️❣️

decide ur ending, which feels more in character

#for me #awwee i was so giddy when i saw that i got another picture #but it's 12:56 AM and i exhausted myself thinking which way should it go #twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst yuu #twst mc #i mean i think he would notice right away if he did have a look at yuu since her hair is short it's hard for the earrings to hide #but then he might be too busy on study and daily duty of tunnel visioning on malmal and he is from different class too so #by public seduction he means seducing him publicly #here yuu smiling for that anon who once asked for smiling yuu #fanart #also thank you very much the positive energy this ask and the many emojis gave me #the written detail of the earring phase makes me feel very appreciated as well thank you #also i have been receiving several really nice asks recently #thank you very much for those too people who know they sent them #anyhow sebek this becomes public the moment u yell about it for the whole world to hear

553 notes · View notes

inkykeiji · 4 months

Note

sukuna is the walking definition of a complete terror to everyone but a touch softer for his baby. like he can deny it all he wants but he would do anything for his weak pretty princess

no truly he would, but he’d always be able to frame it in a way where he’s doing YOU a favour, acting as if he’s doing everything wholly and solely for your sake and not because his heart feels like it’s being wound with a fucking noose at the mere thought of you being unhappy, unwell, unsafe. he pretends as if it doesn’t send thorns of unfamiliar, unsettling anxiety tearing through his veins, as if it doesn’t overwhelm his mind and override his receptors and make every nerve in his body feel overexposed, hypersensitive to the slight change in the air as your aura shifts. it’s as though your mood saturates the atmosphere and he can see it, sense it, smell it—and he can’t fucking stand it.

the room becomes heavy with your sadness, weighing down on his chest with such force he’s sure it’ll splinter his ribs, send jagged cracks like lightning through the bones and snap them into sharp shards. the room becomes scorching with your fury, flames that lick at his skin and fill his lungs with a seething rage, bubbling as it eats away at his oxygen and pours out his mouth in roars. the room becomes stifling with your disappointment, something that wraps delicate hands around his neck and crushes his windpipe beneath it’s deceptively dainty grasp, choking his sentiments.

they’re all horrifically irritating feelings—he hates experiencing them and, what’s more, he hates you experiencing them—and so he must eradicate it immediately; destroy the source, devour the seed, dig it out by its roots with his bare hands and pull it apart vein by vein, tendon by tendon, with his claws until it’s dead and can no longer bother you (meaning it can no longer bother him, either).

in other words, sukuna lives for hedonism, meaning he really doesn’t like feeling bad, so he wants to get rid of those bitter, aching, caustic emotions as soon as physically possible. what he fails to realize in his primal thinking is that he feels all these icky, awful feelings because he loves you, he can’t handle them because he can hardly bear the thought of you being even the tiniest bit upset, at anything, for any reason, he wants to eradicate them not only to make himself feel better, but to make you feel better, too—though it’s all subconscious.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna headcanons #ur so so so right anon #i hope ur having a good wednesday!!#stay safe n stay hydrated!#inky.sukuna #inky.bb #clari gets mail

426 notes · View notes

ohbo-ohno · 6 months

Note

loneliness and fallen woman with price please! happy 1000 followers ❤️

1k game here - no more please!

alright anon. i gotta be real with you, i barely used the prompts you gave and for that i really am sorry. i wrote like 1k of this about three different times because they kept just not being quite right, and they got increasingly further and further from the prompts. sorry!

2.6k of reader x local crime kingpin price. no smut! (the background plot and "worldbuilding" here is really weak, but just ignore it lol)

You know you’re doing something stupid, but that seems to be all you’re capable of these days. The last few weeks have been nothing but stipid decision after stupid decision, your absolute stupidest decision leading you to this exact moment.

You should’ve never slept with John Price. You should’ve known, should’ve recognized his face, but you’d been a little tipsy and a little desperate, and hadn’t connected the very common name John with the very well known criminal John Price.

No, that had come the next morning, when you’d woken up before him and been able to really take a look at him, completely sober. Him and the gun in its holster resting on his folded pile of clothes.

You should’ve recognized him long before then, and you should’ve turned tail and run. You shouldn’t have let him buy you a drink, you shouldn’t have let him coax you into dumping all your troubles onto him, and you certainly shouldn’t have slept with him.

You’d left before he could wake up and say God knows what, fear pumping through your veins at the realization of who you’d slept with. You’d nearly knocked yourself out trying to get dressed, almost fallen on top of him before you managed to stumble out of the hotel room he’d bought for you.

Everyone knows John Price. No one ever really bothers to detail why he’s dangerous, but they all seem confident he is. You’re a recent transfer to the area, and you still haven’t been able to get anyone to really say why they always whisper when they say his name.

What you do know about him is that every few weeks, almost routinely, you hear that he’s been arrested. Then two or three days later, like clockwork, it’s announced that he’s escaped, always thought to be “armed and dangerous”. His mugshots are shown on TV enough that it’s truly surprising you hadn’t recognized him at the bar.

You always figured you’d never run into him. You don’t exactly lead a life of crime, don’t exaclty put yourself in harm’s way. You work a boring nine to five job, have dinner with friends every couple weeks, occasionally meet up with someone from a dating app, and never really stray from that. Had he not happened to be in the same bar as you, you never would’ve met him, never would’ve slept with him, and never would’ve been hunting him down now, weeks later.

Hell, you might not have even slept with him had you not just been stood up by what was supposed to be a first date on the same day you’d lost out on a promotion. But a few shots, that loneliness that grows more and more familiar every day, a simmering frustration in your career, and a handsome man are not a good combination for your self control.

But you had slept with him, had been especially stupid and not even worn protection - something you’d only really noticed the next morning, when you felt… him still leaking from you, saw that there was no condom wrapper.

And now here you are - stood in that same run down bar you’d first met him in, wearing an old hoodie and your favorite sweatpants, three positive pregnancy tests tucked in your front pocket.

You try to take a deep breath.

You really don’t know what you’re doing. You’ve been running on autopilot since you realized you might be pregnant, the time between buying tests and taking them a blur. Even now, you’re running on instinct alone. Instinct tells you to find John Price, and tell him about… this.

You can figure everything else out after.

You scan the crowd, hoping to spot him quickly. You know he owns the bar - something you’d found out once you’d gotten home and fallen deep into a rabbit hole and read everything about the man you could find. You’re not sure how he still owns the bar considering he’s got multiple warrants out for his arrest, but you figure it’s probably the same reason he never actually ends up in jail.

But he’s not here now. At least, not anywhere you can see.

You step up to the bar, rest your elbows on the counter and rest your head in your hands, taking a few long, stablizing breaths.

“What can I get for ye?”

You glance up at the sudden voice, coming face to face with the bartender. It’s not the same man as last time - this man’s got a Scottish accent and a mohawk, a far cry from the darker skinned British man with pretty eyes who’d served you last time.

“Do you…” you glance around again, sigh, and decide you should try and find somewhere to compose yourself a bit. “Do you guys have a bathroom I could use?”

“Course,” he smiles at you, open and friendly, and you feel some of the tension ease from your shoulders. “Just ‘round that corner there, a few doors down. Can’t miss it.”

You give him a tight smile, mutter your thanks as you head in the direction he’d gestured. His directions are exactly right, the women’s bathroom door towards the end of the hallway but clearly marked.

Just past the bathroom doors is a stairwell. The door is half open, but you can clearly see the stairs even halfway down the hallway. You’re not sure why, but you walk right past the bathrooms, ducking into the stairwell instead after shooting a quick look over your shoulder to make sure no one saw you.

It’s nearly silent, the music from the bar growing more and more muffled as you start to make your way to the next floor. It’s even quieter once you reach your destination, just a distant and faint rumbling in the floorboards.

You step out into a hallway with four doors - two of them with nameplates nailed to them. Stepping close, you see one is labeled Simon Riley and the other reads John Price.

Before you can consider whether or not you’re making another stupid decision you’re knocking on the door with Price’s name.

You regret it the moment your knuckles rap against the wood, can’t believe you keep doing such stupid things without thinking.

Before you can even get a step away from the door, there’s a voice calling out from inside the room.

“Come in.”

Your breath hitches.

You can’t leave now. There’s no way he wouldn’t come to the door, see who knocked. You’re not about to ding dong ditch John Price, but that doesn’t make it any easier to move forward. You only manage it because you feel oddly exposed in the hallway, and your nerves urge you forward enough to open the door.

You shut it quickly behind you, eager for privacy for some reason you can’t quite pin down. Listening to your instincts regardless, you keep your back pressed to the closed door and shove one hand in your pocket to wrap around the pregnancy tests.

John looks… mostly the same, which only makes you feel even more foolish for not recognizing him on the night that started this whole mess.

His beard’s a bit longer, but he’s got a button up and that silly hat on, the same thing he’d been wearing the first night you saw him. It’s almost like you’re yanked back to that night without warning, the only real difference being the fact that he’s sat behind a desk instead of beside you.

“Oh,” he says, looking oddly unsurprised as he leans back in his chair, hands lacing over his stomach. “It’s you. My little runaway.”

You scowl, your trepidation immediately replaced with anger.

“First of all,” you hiss, scowling and moving towards his desk, the twitch at the corner of his lips only working you up further. “I’m not your anything. And I didn’t run away.”

His lips curve into a fuller smile, and he shifts his chair back enough for you to see his thighs, thick and bulging against his tight pants. He’s manspreading in his own office chair, and you have to swallow thickly when you realize just how attractive it is.

When you glance back to his face and see the distinctly smug expression he’s wearing, your ire only grows.

“Not sure what else you’d call it,” he rumbles. “Was hoping to spend a little more time with you, love, but you were gone before we could set up a date.”

You instinctively go to bite back, but stumble a bit when what he’d said settles. The idea that he’d been disappointed when he woke up alone, that he wanted more time with you…

You shake the thought off. It doesn’t matter, you have more important things to discuss.

You force yourself to straighten, fingers toying with the tests in your pocket. Your nerves return now that you’re really face to face with John again, now that you’ve got to actually figure out how to tell him.

He seems to sense the shift in your mood, leaning forward so he’s not sprawled out so casually and resting his forearms on his desk.

“Why’re you here, love?”

This is it, you think to yourself, closing your eyes to take a deep, stablizing breath.

You tug the pregnancy tests out of your pocket, drop them wordlessly in front of him. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, to watch his expression as he slowly looks down at your offering, watch as realization washes over him.

John’s silent for a long moment. Your palms sweat, and you just barely resist the urge to wipe them off on your pants.

Finally, he looks back up at you, shifting in his chair. “You’re sure?”

You hesitate, nod a bit. “There are… I took more, at home. Didn’t want to bring them all.”

He nods, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other. “And it’s mine?”

You flush, face going hot. You know it’s a fair question, but you can’t help but bristle anyway.

“Yes,” you hiss, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I haven’t… I didn’t…” You cut yourself off, the words you were my first trapping themselves behind your teeth. You hadn’t meant to lose your virginity to John Price, and you see no need to tell him you even had. As far as you’re concerned, you can keep that knowledge to yourself. “It’s yours.”

He doesn’t look convinced, and that only makes your face go hotter. You fight the urge to tuck your hands beneath your armpits, determined not to shrink in front of this man.

“I haven’t been with anyone else,” you elaborate, eyes flicking away from his face.

He takes a deep breath, exhales in a loud sigh. You hear his fingers tap against the desk, just barely bite back your annoyance at the sound. You work your tongue between your teeth, nerves racing again.

“Well,” he eventually says, standing from his chair. You can’t help but jolt a bit, having forgotten just how big he is. He towers over you even from a few feet away, his broad shoulders and barrel chest only making him feel twice as large. It’s a conscious effort on your part not to take a step back. “I hope you weren’t too attached to your apartment, love.”

He stalks around the desk, walking towards the door, but you can’t move from your spot. Your eyebrows furrow, and you track him with your eyes.

“My apartment? What’re you talking about?”

He shoots you a look, one you have no idea how to interpret, as he tugs his door open. “Simon!”

“John,” you hiss, stepping closer to him again. “What’re you-?”

He holds a hand up to quiet you as the other door opens, and you can just barely spot another man stepping forward. “Yeah?”

“Need you to call some movers. Need to get my girl moved into my place.”

You gape like a fish as the new man leans to the side a bit to look where Price is gesturing to you, and he nods. “Got it. Timeline?”

“Done by tonight.”

The other man grunts, and leaves again. John closes the door, turning back to you and starting back to his desk.

“What- what the hell?” You splutter, mouth opening and closing in shock. “You can’t- you don’t even know where I live!”

John settles back into his chair and shoots you a look that you can clearly read - it’s nothing but unimpressed.

“Course I do, love. Did you think we wouldn’t be meeting again?”

You blink at him, dumbfounded, as he turns to his computer, lips twitching into a smile.

“Of course we wouldn’t,” you try, hand resting on one of the chairs in front of the desk to steady yourself. “We only… we only slept together once. I didn’t even know who you were.”

He hums an agreement, typing. “No, you didn’t. But that doesn’t matter, you know now. And considering the other… developments,” he shoots a look to your belly, and you rest your free hand over the small curve protectively. “It’s best we get to know each other in far closer quarters, hm?”

“No,” you argue, trying to inject some sterness into your tone. “I’m not moving in with you, that’s ridiculous. I just… I only told you about the baby so you could be involved. Maybe pay some child support. But there’s no reason for anything more.”

He sighs heavily through his nose, giving you another of those unimpressed looks. “You’re tellin’ me you’d rather keep living on your own? Take care of yourself and my baby all on your own?”

You brows furrow. “My baby.”

“Our baby.”

“Whatever,” you huff, moving to sit in one of the chairs, slumping back. “I can’t move in with you. Just because we… slept together, once, doesn’t mean you can just boss me around like a minon.”

“Oh, it was more than once, love,” he corrects, voice pitching lower. You force down a shiver, cheeks heating again. “And is it really bossing you around if it’s for the best?”

You shoot him your own unimpressed look. “Yes, of course it is.”

He shrugs, turning back to his computer. “Then I guess I am bossing you around. Regardless, Simon will have your belongings in one of my properties by tonight.”

You scowl, leaning forward enough to plant a hand on his desk. “Listen, John, I have a life. A perfectly nice apartment, a job I like, friends - you can’t just take me away from all of that just because we made a mistake!”

The quick glance he shoots you verges on scolding. “That’s exactly what I can do, and it’s exactly what I will do.”

He stands before you can reply, fixing his cuffs as he strides back to the office door.

“You can call your boss tomorrow to turn in your resignation,” he says over his shoulder, tugging the door open and already walking away, winking at you just before he disappears from your sight. “You won’t be working while carrying our baby.”

You gape at the spot where he just was, palms still slick with sweat. It takes you a moment to fully grasp what he’s just said, how the entire conversation has gone, but when you do you’re enraged.

“John!” You shout, storming after him, leaving the pregnancy tests behind. “Get back here, you insane man! That’s absolutely not happening!”

The sound of his low laugh echoing through the stairwell only pisses you off more. Your scowl feels etched into your face, and as you storm after John you vow to keep him from completely steam rolling your life.

If he thinks he’s going to just pluck you from your life and drop you in his with no fight, he’s got another thing coming.

#i just googled “fallen woman” btw so i really hope i got the meaning right lmfao #and then i just kinda like. half ignored it. work with me anon 🙏#price x reader #john price x reader #john price #cod #call of duty #1k celebration #bo writes #bet you thought i forgot about these #WRONG!!!!!!#btw i fucking WRESTLED with this one like omg it took me so fucking long for no reason! and it's not even that good! ugh!

531 notes · View notes

lazylittledragon · 1 month

Note

I've been loving ur mombin comics, but where is the other mom? what trans hottie is not paying her child support out here? (this is said with a lot of love and affection, im very curious abt how she got into that situation, if you have thoughts abt it <3)

ajsjhsdfh i wasn't going to answer this because it's explained in the next comic but kudos to you for being the only person to say 'who's the other mom' instead of 'WHO'S THE DAD'

also the way this is worded made me laugh for like 5 minutes thank you so much xx

#ramble #mombin™#anon i love you we are holding hands together right now #the amount of comments that were like 'who's the DAD' and not 'who's the other parent/donor'#sometimes!! there isn't a dad!!!!#i have a really bad feeling that this comic is going to reveal some people's very nasty opinions about trans women #'but robin is a lesbian she wouldn't get pregnant by a trans woman' so you admit that you think gender+attraction is defined by genitals #this wasn't meant to be a vent i'm so sorry #but to answer your question yes there is a trans girl somewhere out there who was on like a weekend trip or something and has NO idea

386 notes · View notes

u3pxx · 8 months

Note

my only criticism of your swap omens designs is that aziraphale lost his gay little bowtie 😔

[bad omens] that's a very good point, anon, but don't worry! a crow demon can have a minor outfit change every now and then! >:^P

#good omens #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #den's bad omens #demon aziraphale #good omens roleswap #good omens swap au #good omens reverse #sorry i wanted to draw a very pretty zira and blacked out . where am i #also anon when i read ur ask it made me laugh so hard FDGHJD #and you are RIGHT!#but i gave him a tie bc i needed him to be more distinct from regular ol zira pftt <333

807 notes · View notes

sandflakedraws · 25 days

Note

May I prompt... more Floyd and Bitty B interactions? 🫣 Lots of untapped potential in their shared snarkiness...

(Also, hi! I've been a fan of your art for a long time and I've been so happy to see you posting Trolls art recently! You make them so Squish....)

(hello!! glad to have u along for the ride ^^ the Beans are here to stay)

not so much snarky as sentimental with this one, but here u go. this is based on my experience of holding my newborn sister for the first time when i was five

#anon #joey babbles #trolls #floyd #branch #sandflakedrew #i remember being told that you have to be very careful holding a baby. cause u could hurt em if you didn't support them right #and that was my sister!!!#she was so. so so little !!!!#i was determined to make sure that she was okay

239 notes · View notes

simpingforstardew · 11 days

Note

i’m sick w a sinus infection and want harvey to take care of me 🥺

ohhh noooo, little anon i hope you feel well soon !! harvey would take the best care of you omg:

OOOOOOH MY HEART

harvey would be so comforting :((

obviously he’d be a doting boyfriend 24/7, but if you fell sick?? ohh boy dr. boyfriend is in the house !!

it’s no surprise that he knows all of your favourite foods, and is more than happy to cook up some hearty soup or a tea to help soothe your body and soul (i.e., his 14 heart event)

he’s trying so so hard to be calm, because he Knows that you’re going to be okay, but harvey is such a nervous baby :(( just wants to be by your side to look after you (he wanted to ask you to occupy one of the beds at the clinic, but was worried that the suggestion would sound over-protective)

since he can’t be by your side 24/7, harvey is 100% the type to leave encouraging messages and doodles on post-it notes around the house:

eager to help you with your medication schedule, and to make sure you’re taking their medicine as prescribed (doctors orders!!)

LOVES being able to give you massages if you ask, it may not help your illness medically-speaking, it certainly makes you feel better <3

his nerves would go into overdrive if you attempted to get out of bed to keep up with the farm work, he can take care of it !!

(at least, he can try... harvey has been helping you out around the farm for a while now, so you’d trust him to take care of the chores)

as soon as you’re back to full health, your first priority is figuring out how to make your amazing boyfriend feel as cared for as you did 🥺

#stay healthy for harvey everyone !!#hope that sinus infection clears up anon <33 #i'm sick as well rn so im right there w/ you asdhfkds #tia responds ♡#sdv x reader #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x reader #sdv imagines #sdv drabbles #sdv fanfic #stardew valley x reader

181 notes · View notes

tackytigerfic · 3 months

Note

Sending this ask to you because I've seen your comments under their fics but toomuchplor is such an insane writer, I need to rave. I've literally spent the last two months working through all the hp they've written and it still isn't enough 😭 it's all so clever and perfect and ugh I will always get overwhelmed with the joy of discovering a great author

Yes, Anon, totally agree! I think I've read most of Plor's work over the last few months, and that's one of the most exciting things about fandom to me—getting to fall headfirst into a writer's work and just enjoy every word. @toomuchplor come and get your love!

Here are links to my two favourite Plor fics:

O Come, All Ye Faithful - absolutely beautiful, tightly-written, and very moving. One of those fics I desperately wish I could have written.

I've Got a Beautiful Feeling - charming, realistic, and extremely hot long-term relationship sex. I'm a real sucker for smut that feels very in-character, and this is a brilliant example of that.

Plus, while I'm here let me drop the links to five newer Drarry fics I've loved recently (this is no way exhaustive, I've not been reading a lot and I'm sure I've missed loads, plus my brain being what it is 😅)

Crossed Wires by @skeptiquewrites - laser sharp political fic and absolutely brimming with the best sort of tension (ie sexual I SAID WHAT I SAID), Tee is the sort of writer I would love to be. By Any Other Name by @dracognition - funny and chaotic and so rich and energetic, i rocketed through this absolute delight. Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose - this is a heartbreaker and heart healer all at once, feels like an absolute classic to me and one of my favourite "glimpse of another universe" fics ever. Clear Skies, Full Hearts by @sorrybutblog - full of the best sort of sporting fic energy, while balancing that with gorgeously clean writing and a bone-deep sense of pining. Loved it. Heart to Hearth by @jtimu - brilliant world-building, perfect pacing, and the most organic and charming relationship arc. An absolute treat.

#drarry #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #drarry rec list #rowing recs #rowing and chatting #asked and answered #also #absolutely pmsl at anon seeing my unhinged comments #and going hey you know what #tacky will get it #AND I DO #anon you were so right #thank you for this!

241 notes · View notes