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etcrow · 2 years

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The more you reblog artists or writers' work, the more they kiss you on the lips passionately

#writers #writerslife #writers on tumblr #female writers #male writers #gn writers #writer stuff #artists on tumblr #artist on tumblr #artist #digital artist #small artist

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nieells · 1 year

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Hi! How was your week? Anything good happen? How are you?

Can I request Denji (csm) whos just flabbergasted by his s/o being flexible and he’s just like shocked in general like “How the hell are you doing that!? Does it hurt!?”

AN. My week was quite fine, thank you for the request dear! English isn't my first language, dm or notify abt spelling mistakes!!

WARNINGS, not much really except Denji being a tiny bit perverted, set pre-part 2 so mentions of Makima ig??

EVERY ANGLES, DENJI X MALE READER.

SOMETIMES IT STILL SHOCKS DENJI, how you're able to easily arch your back like it's nothing and dodge enemy attacks by some crazy moves you made on the spot.

But that's all just work admiration, when you guys are home? It's a whole different story.

It hadn't been much of a while since you decided to let him live with you, deciding to spare Ayakawa some slack (though it was really just an excuse for you to finnally be with Denji everywhere).

Your duo worked well too, between Denji's brawn and your brains, devils were taken care of even more easily than before which left at least more time to hang out with one another.

It started a Saturday night, attempting to relax after cleaning the blood of your body, laying a yoga mat in your living room while stretching every muscles in your body out.

That impressed Denji.

The way your back arched as you lifted yourself up using only the tip of your fingers, balancing yourself on the edges your two hands.

But that also kind of attracted him.

Now until recently, he didn't even know he swinged that way but he couldn't help but wonder what he could.

What if-

“Oh, you're here!” You smiled, your head upside down and back prominently facing forward as you smiled at him, giggling.

He couldn't help but stutter, fall over his own words as he tried to seem what-? Cool? Nice? Normally, he'd have a make-up idea of what a chick expects him to say.

But what does a guy thinks-? No, what do you think.

But instead you stop, settling your body back in a normal position as you face him, softly smiling as if demonstrating to him that he could take his time.

His time admiring you.

How flexible you are, how nice you look.

“Wanna practice with me? It's super relaxing!” and it takes him a moment to react, to actually be able to let out coherent words.

But you just smile.

You wait as red coats Denji's face, nodding eagerly as you get up to retrieve a yoga mat for him.

Holy shit.

You were just so nice, so kind-

And flexible.

Denji now has a good life and even tho his goal has changed, he's definitely ready to achieve this one.

Impress you (and understanding how you're so flexible)

But one thing he was sure for,

Is that what he felt was definitely love.

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rudytubooty2107 · 2 months

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The Bird

As I looked out into the desert sky, I felt a breeze I had never felt before. It felt almost calming, as if something were to call out to me in the distance with its warm tones that feel all too familiar to my ears. And at last, I see an entity with that same sense of familiarity. There it was, a bird silhouetting through its never-ending seas. It was like I could taste the sweetness of a honeycomb tree each time its wing grazed through the untouchable wind. I knew it was taking over me. And I knew I couldn't fake it, even if I wanted to. I knew this feeling all too well. It felt like home to me. As if the ancient roots were wrapped around my every being.

And yet I still felt as though there was something more to all of this. I couldn't put my finger to it, but I knew I just had to know. Because it was so alluring to me that I felt as though I would never want to leave. But I just had to know what it was that truly was there calling out to me. So, I asked the bird who they truly were, to diverge not just its identity, but its intentions as well. It did not speak, not even a chirp. It flew away, but I knew I could not stand by and watch it leave my eyes. I could feel that warmth I once had slowly become colder. I knew that I needed to follow it so not only would I still remain warm, but perhaps uncover the truth to all of this.

So, I followed without thought, without consideration for the possible consequences that could ensue at any given moment. But it did not matter to me. I knew that this warmth I felt would never lead me astray. I knew that I would only become closer and closer to something even more grand that I had already experienced. And I couldn't have been more right. I could see something in the distance that could have never been in a barren waste land that I was in for so long. It was a field of the greenest grass I could've ever seen. It smelled sour but refreshing at the same time. I felt as though I could run faster, for I could see the bird was even farther. And so, I ran faster.

As I ran, I could see something more. It was a field of roses in every color you could ever have imagined. The beauty of it all was so captivating. It had the sweetest smell to it all. I felt as if I could taste it in my month as I breathed it all in. It opened up my lungs. And in doing so, I could run even faster than I did not even a moment ago. And I found myself running along side that same bird.

Whilst we ran alongside each other I could feel something in the air that had a slight cool breeze within the warmth I had already felt. It was a lake that glistened with the glare of the bright sun. I ran alongside that beautiful lake with my eyes wide open.

As I continued on, I could feel myself slowly lessening my strides. I felt as though I couldn't let something so beautiful slip past me. And as I did so, I could see everything I saw along my way converge together all in one place. So, I did what I felt was right and stopped to take it all in.

In doing so I lost track of the bird. The very thing that I set out on my journey to stay alongside so that I could continue to feel the warmth it gave me. I felt as if I had lost everything without having given anything at all. I could do nothing but fall over myself feeling my eye well up with tears full of sadness. The feeling of lose took hold of me faster than I could ever run from.

But then, suddenly I felt that warmth again, and yet it felt different. I knew it was close by, as if it was right behind me. I turned around with a quickness wondering what could bring me such a warmth again. But I was blinded by the light that shined even brighter before. As I opened my eyes to it all, there it was, what I never thought I would ever see again in my life. It was my family with their arms wide open ready to bring me into their arms once again after so many years. I could do nothing but continue to let my tears fall. They fell down my face as if it could overflow the lake that laid right beside us. Never before had I felt such a joy before in so long.

I thought they would say so many things to me as I had hoped. But they just held me still and silent with the warmth I had longed for. It felt like nothing short of complete bliss. I knew at that exact moment that there was no need for any words, not even a whisper was needed. Because I already had everything I need.

And yet I still gazed my eyes in the distant as I heard something. It was that same bird I had followed all the way here. At first I reached out my hand longing for its companionship. But then, I retracked my hand as I saw it fly off into the distant. I no longer cared about that birds reasons for bringing me here. I no longer wished to find the truth I thought I was searching for. Because the truth of it all is that it brought me right where I needed to be. It brought me Home.

#deep thinking #feelings #male writers #writers thoughts #life #writers and poets #writing #just being honest #life choices #the nerd speaks #family #love #welcome home

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Dear Female Readers,

This is a not so friendly reminder to, before submitting an ask, read the blog's description, pinned post and blog rules.

If the blog does not write for female readers... Do not request female reader content. Move along to another blog that does. You are not their demographic and that is a sure fire way to piss someone off.

And if you do read a blog's rules, pinned post and description and send a fem reader request anyway... You're a disrespectful asshole. You need to know that and correct your behavior. Thanks for reading.

— Benny 🐰, a person who runs a gn/male reader blog

#male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #fem reader #female reader #male reader blog #male writers #male writer #male writer blog #male writer blogs #reader

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chaoticpoetryy · 3 months

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You’re a story, that I’d happily spend hours reading. Honestly I’d do anything for just a page. And to be in your book? To be words intertwined with yours, through the scrawled scenes, thoughts and atmosphere… Well, I’d have to show my immense gratitude, I’d have to give you a brilliantly irresistible romance and make it a magnificently exquisite love story, wouldn’t I?

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dumblr · 4 months

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#writer #male writers #handsome #vintage art #ai avatars #Writing #prince charming #beautiful men #attractive #art #aesthetic #vintage men #dumblr

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shelbyatwar · 4 months

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In her mind She's always wanted to be the poetry not the poet

In my mind She's always been Poetry in motion.

-Yash

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fancyfade · 3 months

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Women in comics should be single (or in F/F relationships) unless they're in the main character spot.

Too many writers cannot handle writing M/F relationships in a way in which the female character has the same agency as male characters in the story if they're doing a team comic or in a male character's solo. M/F relationships have been cancelled in team comics and male character's solos until this bug is fixed

#dc comics #female characters #male writers

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reginaldqueribundus · 6 months

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if one more male hollywood writer writes a movie about some pathetic middle-aged man rediscovering himself inside the vagina of an infinitely more interesting 22-year-old, I think we are socially and morally obligated to crush his balls and writing fingers between cinder blocks

#male writers #a post by me™#movies

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melaninadorned · 29 days

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#writing #male writers #boii mccoy #melanin poppin #poetry

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tjreidwrites · 7 months

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Writing, actually writing. Doing it the old fashion way forces me to slow down and think about each word, each sentence.

There are times when my mind goes too fast for my ability to write long hand. That’s when drafting with the device and keyboard sounds appealing. But, my impulse to edit as I go is too much, I found. Not to mention writing on my computer or iPad causes more distractions in general.

Doing it this way forces me to get to the end with minimal edits. It might be slower in the moment, but I already know if I stick to it, I will get to the end faster than otherwise. Gel pens, fountain pens, icing my hand maybe… probably not, I plan to do short spurts.

Hopefully I will have an update about how I finished my first draft.

#writing #writers and poets #fiction #authors #book blog #literature #grunge #emo #notebook #new writers corner #writers on tumblr #writerslife #male writers #pen and paper

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etcrow · 2 years

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Guys, I am begging you. Please, please, PLEASE REBLOG FREE CONTENT CREATORS or they will never have enough interactions and their blog will die or they will simply lose intest and leave Tumblr. Don't complain if writers or artists leave fandoms. They need reblogs to go further.

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nieells · 1 year

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hello! i would love to request a chigiri fluff fic with a figure skater s/o (who has been his neighbor since childhood!) he's smitten about him and everyone at blue lock's noticing how the princess melts for this ice prince... 😳

i hope u have an amazing day btw 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💜

AN. Thank you lovely, I'm having a great day! Oh, well this sure is interesting! Here we go! <3 English isn't my first language, dm or notify me abt spelling mistakes!

WARNINGS, huh- kissing? I suppose.

COLD TOUCH, CHIGIRI HYOMA x MALE READER.

“No, I don't really enjoy soccer.”, a monotonous voice rang across the cafeteria, icy eyes staring into the brunette's yellow orbs, Bachira smiled in amusement.

“Mh? But you really go all out on the field, you're not motivated in the slightest?” Y/n couldn't really think of why he was so fired up to play other than him, the only reason he really played soccer was because he introduced it to him.

“I dunno, it's just the heat of the moment.” (color) eyes stared at the male before getting up, completely disregarding his tray in search of someone.

Where could he be? He thought, there wasn't many places to hide in around and even then he hated playing cat and mouse.

He disliked efforts.

He hated how he couldn't find him or maybe he just hated hi-

No, Y/n could never hate Chigiri no matter how much his frozen heart felt disgusted by the other boys around him.

The training grounds is where he finnally found him, he wasn't exercising though just chatting with Isagi (who was the one actually making the effort of staying in shape).

“Chigiri.” He spat out flatly, looking up at those same pinkish eyes he always tried to find in the crowd of spectators during his skating competitions.

The feminine boy immediately perked up, despise his best attempt at remaining unreadable- a smile made his way onto his face. “Y/n!” He said, his mood brightening up.

But his mood just dampened.

Don't look so happy seeing me.

“I thought we would continue to read the book I brought with me.” He blurred out blankly as Chigiri perked up.

Did you forget? Is it that boring?

Y/n almost didn't realize the cold glare he gave the male before his own face could start heating up, looking away he muttered: “If you don't like it, then we don't have to continue it, you can continue whatever you were doing.”

You can continue hanging out with them, I'm not entertaining.

Chigiri smiled, shaking his head before staring at the male. “Of course not, we can continue right now!” Isagi found it almost crazy how Chigiri whole body language changed when with you.

Y/n cleared his throat, nodding before walking out from the room with Chigiri.

Hand in hand.

The trip to the (color)-haired boy's dorm wasn't long, it was short in fact, at least for Chigiri.

As they settled down on the cold floor (Y/n had said something about preferring to sit down against a wall when reading), Chigiri couldn't help but end up noticing the boy's small blush.

They obviously liked each other, but confessing first felt like a loss from both sides.

Hours passed and the book advanced:

“Diaom, my heart has always been yours!” Toru, the main character exclaimed as he had finnally gathered enough strength to confess to his childhood bestfriend.

The ending felt rushed to Y/n (the author obviously had not enough days or creativity to think of a better ending).

But to Chigiri? It explained perfectly what he felt for the boy, true pure and grotesque love.

“Y/n?” He called out, causing the boy to look at him in confusion as he settled the book asides, but before he could open his mouth to say a word, something unexpected happened.

Chigiri Hyoma kissed him.

Their lips were touching and even when they parted, both couldn't help but stare at each other.

The flustered boy sighed, (color) eyes closing as he muttered.

“You're a fool, I hope you know that.”

He didn't mean that, and Chigiri simply smiled.

“Only for you.”

And from that day on, even if the formal confession wasn't uttered, they both mutually clinged to each other.

And everyone couldn't help but tease Chigiri about that, how clingy he was and how smitten he was with you.

Maybe he showed It more than you in public.

But in private you were as hopeless as him.

Hopelessly devoted.

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rudytubooty2107 · 4 months

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I am not a failure.

I have lived my life as best as I could not knowing its purpose. And yet here I stand through it lost and afraid of all that lies before me. This fear has crippled me, stived me even. Feeling unable to move forward, not even left or right. Feeling as if I can only move backwards, or not move at all. Such a terrible feeling to have. Living in a world where all I can do is fail over, and over again without any success to call my own in sight. I've felt nothing but shame in every indeever.

But I can no longer continue to live a life like this. I can't keep living like this. To live in fear may be scary, but that is what comes with life itself. We stumble and fall no matter what we do, and we have to learn to stand up for ourselves in these constant moments in life. Stand up from whatever comes our way. Whatever comes our way, we have to do what we can to live. No matter what it may be.

Mountains crumbling before our very eyes as they make way to crush us from fallen debris. Earths shattering right below our feet taking us into its endless darkness. Fire surrounding us burning our bodies to nothing more than smoke and ash. And yet, it's so strange we somehow manage to find the will to pull ourselves together and push ever forward.

I can no longer let these very things stop me from living a life that a dream for, that I yern for. It doesn't have to be anything glammerous. It just has to be a life that I choose to live. Because we are not the some of our failures. We are the architect of our own lives. And I will prove it by doing what I feared to do my entire life. Live.

#life #male writers #writers thoughts #deep thinking #feelings #writing #writers and poets #unspoken #just being honest #honestly #reality #struggle #thought #vulnerability #trust #life choices #secret life #feeling

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 3 months

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Okay, since this apparently needs to be said,

Going into my asks and saying some heinous shit is not– I repeat– not going to make me reopen my asks. I don't even want the repost the idiotic shit that I just had the misfortune of reading because the ask was so racist and ableist that they forgot how grammar works.

News flash guys! If you come in and hurl insults at people who run a Tumblr blog as a hobby or maybe even just to spend spare time we won't do what you want us to, you'll either be blocked or ignored. They don't live to serve you, they're running their blog for themselves NOT YOU. Don't go harass people because you can't your way, it's childish, grow up.

— Benny🐰

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batfleshh · 1 month

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Masterlist ࣪𖤐 DNI + BYI ࣪𖤐 Kinktober ‘23 ࣪𖤐 Most Recent Work

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Requests : open!🦇

#bat bite #navigation #follower milestone #male reader #gay #male writers #introduction #blog intro #mwah

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