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notepagescribbles · 11 months

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When does it go away? When do i stop thinking about it?

Stop.

What?

Stop. Stop it.

I-

We both know how this goes. We've done a thousand times over now. You say 'when does it go away? When do I stop thinking about it?' And I say, 'it doesn't. You just get better at dealing with it.'

Which is still true-

Which is still true, and then you say 'but I don't want to deal with this pain forever,' and I say 'it gets easier,' and you say 'do people help me?' and I say, 'no, but you learn to deal with it yourself, and people around you get better at it,' and you say, 'but I didn't want to get better at it by myself. I wanted to be loved.' And I say 'you are. It's just hard sometimes.' And then you say 'I wish it wasn't.' And I say 'I know.' I say 'you got thicker skin now too-'

Which is true-

Which is true, and you say 'was it worth all that?' And I don't know, because we can't imagine a life where it didn't happen. Tell me that's not how this conversation happens.

...

Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep coming back? What do you want from me?

...

Whatever you want, I don't know if I have it. I really don't.

I want-

'I want a reason not to die,' you say. 'Is that so bad? So heinous? Why do I keep thinking about it, then? Am I just going to keep half living forever?' And I say, 'you already have reasons. You know you have reasons. You counted them out this morning like daily bread on the way home from the shops. You have plenty of reasons. If you didn't, you'd already be dead.' That's how the conversation goes right?

...

Tell me otherwise. Tell me that's not how the conversation goes.

...

God, how am I still here? I'm stuck in this stupid bloody loop, and I can't... I just can't get past it.

...

How am I doing so much worse than everyone else?

...

Shit, there it goes again. And the thoughts keep coming. And I say, 'when does it go away? When does it stop?' And I have an answer, locked and loaded, because at least I know that answer is the right one. At least I can trust myself with that one.

...

It hurts. It hurts so badly. In my stomach, a grinding, sinking pit. Grating against the throat like iodine.

...

It would be okay if I'd earned it, I think. That's the trouble. It would be justified if it were anyone else. Shit, there's people who should be doing far worse than me. But I know them and they're way better. In every way better.

...

What the fuck does that say about you?

...

I'm stuck. I'm just stuck. It's like I started doodling nooses in my margins one day as a 15 year old, always rubbing them out before anyone could see them, and I never stopped. There's no more real notebooks. The only change is that I understand the movements of the pencil, the tilt of the head, why it moves up and down and side to side. But I can't seem to make it stop.

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I was thinking, I never really learned how to ask for help, so I don't know how. I don't even know what it looks like. Maybe that's my problem. Because I didn't really reach out for help in the end, did I? I just sort of relented when cornered and fell apart and put myself back together as my own private porcelain Russian doll. I still kept it folded across my chest. Dirty laundry. My own shameful little secret.

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I heard someone say, a while ago, something like, 'it doesn't matter how far along I seem to get, sometimes I just want to die.' Not exactly poetry, but it fits better than any of the poetry I've read honestly, and I've got heaps to speak of.

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It was not death for I stood up/ and all the dead lay down. Is that how it goes? But it doesn't really fit, does it? Because I never lay down. Sometimes I think if I had, I could at least be more definitive in standing up again. Instead of floating, limbs tangled above the grave.

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Schrodingers cat, I am. I keep thinking about the stupid wrist rhyme. It's one of those horrible 'knowledge nuggets' from IT that I wish I could unknow. One of those horrible blighting ones that stains against the nerve cells like mould and can't be pulled out. Can never be unknown. Unthought.

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And so we begin again. When does it go away? When do I stop thinking about it?

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Are you still listening? Can you hear me? It feels like it's all just a bloody echo sometimes, echoing back and back and back again. None of its really words, just the memories of thoughts once had, chisels in the stone. Do you remember the Greek origin of the word echo? The little nymph? Except she was too lovable. That was her downfall in the end.

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I don't think we could say the same about you.

...

Hey. Do you hear me? It's better. I know it's better. It's so much better. But the stomach pit is pushing against my organs, and I'm tired of being like this. I don't think I can stop being like this. Maybe this is just me. Fuck. I'm tired of being worse. So horribly, visibly tangibly worse. I'm tired of being left behind. I hate this. I hate you. I hate you so much sometimes it burns.

When does it go away? When do i stop thinking about it?

#vent post #vent writing #vent #suicidal thoughts #tw suicidal ideation #cw suicidality #cw suicidal thoughts #tw suicidality #tw suicidal thoughts #im safe im fine i just needed to get some thoughts out.#if ive missed any tags you want me to add please let me know. this is a heavy one #not tagging with any writing tags just in case.#long post #a notepage scribble

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sunfl0werlevi · 1 year

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ʚ✩ɞ ratings: sfw, angst to fluff, comfort

ʚ✩ɞ cw/tw: jjk manga chapter 221 spoilers! slight angst and depressive tones. slight sexual tones hehe.

ʚ✩ɞ wc: 10.5k

ʚ✩ɞ tags: gojo satoru x fem!reader, husband gojo and wife reader are teachers

ʚ✩ɞ an: hi! yes, this is the first time ill be sharing one of the many works i have in my drafts (that im confidently not sharing ever). idek how it got this long. gojo being unsealed triggered something in me so i hope u enjoy. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

italicized texts are past dialogues! FEEDBACKS are highly appreciated.

you stared at the golden band around your ring finger, toying it around. your bed seemed to stretch twice its size and grow colder every morning that you wake up.

every morning, you trace the outline of the dips on his side of the bed. you left it dismantled the way he did, since 19 days ago. you could still see a few strands of silver hair on his pillow glowing under the daylight.

"satoru, please."

"you know there's a lot of souvenir shops in shibuya! maybe i'll take you to some if you're a good little wifey."

"you told me we're working together on this. just let me fight alongside with you-" you pouted and so he gives you a wet smack on the cheek and booped your nose.

"babe, my honey, sweetiepie, you're on children duties!"

"no fair!"

"don't worry, ijichi will take you there. toodles!" and then he warped out.

fools. you didn't even know half of the shit that was about to set loose.

the wooden sliding door of your shared room slammed open, startling you out of your thoughts. there stood an out of breath yuuji with both his hands clinging on to either side of the door frame.

"sensei," he looked at you with determination, a sense of sparkle behind his eyes.

no. no.

you can't have this right now. not right now. you were not ready--not when what you've been preparing yourself for was the worst. but this? this wasn't in your plan.

any indication of hope from him has all been but failure. you were under the high of false hope but now...now, you don't even know how to respond with this pressing matter in front of you.

what kind of wife are you to even think that way? will he even understand if you feel this way?

but you are here now and he is here now.

his frame stood patiently behind your student, waiting for you to say anything. but only the sound of your shallow, shuddering breaths filled the room.

the pink-haired boy staggered backwards to leave, as to give room to your man.

doors were always never tall enough for satoru so he has to duck down in order to grace the room with his presence. his presence that is so invigorating, with his own hint of charisma.

and there he is. he is still so beautiful. his alabaster hair unreasonably still glimmering. your eyes were met with the color of the sky--lustrous and comforting, anticipating you.

but beneath this façade, they were chagrin and desolated, designed with heavy lids and undereye bags that loitered his skin.

the man that came to face you is not your satoru. although indulging with the fact that he looks bigger, more rugged, with his toned arms filling up the sleeves of his shirt--this satoru is only the shell of the man that you used to know.

he scratched his neck, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he gave you a small assuring grin. he opened his arms, wide and warm, welcoming you into a zone you knew all too well.

"c'mere."

though against your will, your body seemed to have a mind of its own--lunging forward to the sense of familiarity that is in front of you. amidst the unconvinced and confused face you held, your body knew how much you ached for this moment and alas your feet brought you towards him.

he gripped your waist so tightly, so much that he could break you in half like--like there were no tomorrow.

words could not even begin to detail this feeling. missing him is an understatement. no--you yearned for him--for his touch, for his smell, for his warmth. for this moment.

you sank deeper into his broad chest. the feeling and the sound of his heartbeat confirming that this is all true and not just a pigment of your imagination, or not you going insane.

he stuck his nose on top of your head, breathing in your smell. god, he could cry. he missed you so much and he was going insane because he was beginning to forget what his favorite shampoo you use smells like.

the silence was both so comforting yet so delicate. there are both no words yet too many words to tell. one pin drop could make or break the atmosphere. a paradox in the flesh. just in character for your husband.

but just in time, he spoke up, breaking the tension. you had imagined this moment, him apologizing or saying i love you, over and over. but no, he yet again breaks the record.

"thank you."

the last thing you wanted was to ever forget him. so, you listened to every voice messages, voice mails, and videos that he sent you every day like it was a routine and a lullaby before you sleep.

you would not forgive yourself if you forgot what he sounds like.

with the sound of his voice triggering the turmoil in you, your chin quivered and your throat burned in an agonizing pain. all of the weeping and mourning you've suppressed poured out onto his shirt.

he brushed your hair and cooed you into silent hushes.

"i'm sorry."

"satoru, she never cried," shoko said.

gojo sat silently on shoko's loveseat chair with both his arms resting on its armrest. he is finally relaxed which unfortunately meant that he has the time to think.

all of the guilt is finally blossoming inside of him.

for the longest time, he wished that he'd be rid of all the burdens that are pushed onto his shoulders. he wanted to run away. with you.

but he knew that his being makes everything complicated and you'd be in greater danger beside him than staying with everybody else.

so, him being in that damned box? his wish came true. was he selfish to somehow feel relieved while being isolated, knowing everything he left behind and all the chaos that ensued?

his colleague and good friend, nanami, who all but strayed away from jujutsu, was pushed towards it again by gojo. and now he's gone.

his teacher and a parent that he considered, principal yaga, lost his life fighting for everyone--especially for the children that gojo was supposed to protect.

his students--tiny but fighter nobara, with half of her head barely even of any shape and unresponsive on a pale hospital bed. yuuji who always graced a smile, now looked like he aged a dozen. and megumi--his son, who always quietly rooted and stood for everyone, lost his hope and is now a vessel to sukuna.

and you. he could not even begin to think how much of a toll it took on you.

"she kept everyone glued together, you know. when everything was falling apart after you...you were gone, she held all of their hands."

shoko blew a smoke out of her office window then tapped her cigarette onto an ashtray. "every day, she cleans nobara's body with a wet towel. when the students would come back with all unimaginable injuries, she tended to them with all of her reversal."

"satoru, i had to clinically force her, just so i could tend to her own injuries for a day. she did not want to stop working as if..."

"as if she will lose it, if she stopped," he finished the sentence, holding a firm gaze with shoko.

she and him knew what it was like to grieve for someone but still having all the responsibilities demanded at every second.

gojo, whether everybody admits or not, was their source of hope. the students gravitated towards him, and even curses do not fail to see the light that he shines--attracting them like moths to a flame.

he tended to everyone's troubles, to the bullshit of the higher-ups that even led to him killing his own bestfriend.

but you-you are the damned closest thing to him. you were his half. you are his half. and everybody knew you are a gojo too.

so they all went to you. for 19 whole days, you shared, albeit, owned his responsibilities. and you had to keep it together.

you should not fall apart. you cannot fall apart. the children relied on you for their strength and you kept them all stuck together like a little patched-up family of your own.

you became him. a true gojo. although it sounds gratifying, it was the last thing that he wanted for you to ever encounter.

he never wanted to share his pain and bare all of his weaknesses to you. but you unconditionally took them all, without any words nor complaints.

"she-she wasn't there."

"she didn't want to be disheartened and defeated if it had failed. you were gone and she is here. still here. you know where to find her, so go."

it wasn't just you. he also does not have the heart to see your face yet--he never really had a say on when he was getting released, anyway.

but he went to you.

your palms cupped his face, searching every inch of his skin like it is something foreign. his large hands held onto them, rubbing slow and soft circles on it.

"i've missed you...so much." you mumbled, risking a hiccup and another bout of tears to pour out of you. he dried your cheeks with both his thumbs.

"i know. i know, sweetheart," his voice was soft, barely a whisper, as he brought his lips towards your eyes.

he kissed your eyes tenderly, as if commanding for them to close for a minute. satoru knew how much you needed to crack--he wanted you to fall apart on him and he can pick up all of the pieces. he can make you whole again.

he can hold you together with his warm hands, thawing and melting you into a puddle of your own unresolved emotions. molding you exactly, to fit perfectly right where you belong.

right here. right next to him.

to him, you are the apple of his six eyes. the immeasurable devotion of his limitless. and the bottomless beloved of his infinity.

he could never leave you again. not like that. not ever.

he pressed his forehead against yours, his proximity tickling you with his breath and his pillowy lips brushing against yours. he rubbed his nose on yours and his eyelashes feather on your cheek.

"i love you," he rubbed his thumbs on both your cheeks while holding your gaze, accessing all of your senses with his presence.

he wants you to know, he's here.

he tentatively leans closer, only kissing you daintly. "kiss me. kiss me, satoru."

and so he planted his hand at the small of your back, leaning forward, obliging to your words. he kisses you--deeply and passionately. your mouth presses eagerly, gliding with his lips fervently without any lapses, like your life depended on it.

you put your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more. he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

satoru is trying his best to not tear your clothes off, on behalf of his student waiting outside.

"god-" he retracted, staring at your eyes.

"i-" he kisses your neck "-missed you-" your chin "-so-" your nose "-much."

there is no reason for the both of you to be separated at all. not anymore.

and so he interlocks your pinkies together like he always did. you giggled and he grins widely.

"i'm here. i'm home."

#gojou satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo fic #itadori yuji #jujutsu kaisen #⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ sunfl0werlevi #DADDY'S HOOOOME

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peeponastick · 7 months

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Touch My Soul, Pt. 1

Uchiha Itachi x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Rating: This will be a NSFW 18+ multi-part fic. Part 1 doesn't have any outright explicit content tho. Part 2 here

cw/tw: SPOILERS, mentions of sexual harassment (Hidan is a skeevy perv), emotional turmoil, angst?, sexual tension (but nothing actually happens sorry to edge y’all), major eye contact, like way too much eye contact reader and itachi are basically eye fucking each other 90% of the fic, dramatic asf I can't help myself im sorry

Idk what im doing This is my first time writing and really being on tumblr in general, please let me know if I missed any tags or if you have any advice!!

not canon at all (but SPOILERS!!!!) pls humor me, everyone in the Akatsuki is alive and led by Madara/Tobi

Synopsis: Madara, the elusive figurehead of the Akatsuki, is an ambitious yet paranoid man. That’s why he has you, as a security measure, given your secret jutsu that allows you to see into people’s souls to confirm their true intentions. When Itachi Uchiha shows up to join the Akatsuki, what will you see behind his obsidian eyes?

Exhausted. Another cross-country mission with pain in the ass Hidan was just what the doctor ordered for your repressed rage and depression living in basically a wet cave with the rest of these jerks. You tried your best, you really did, to not let any emotions slip through the cracks of your cold facade. Some of them had better qualities than others, but none of your fellow Akatsuki members were people you felt particularly amiable towards.

Most of them viewed you as Madara’s stone-cold right hand, his own personal weapon. He trusted you more than any other member, and that fact alone was enough to instill a certain kind of fear in the hearts of every other Akatsuki member. And you know what, good. The more you kept your distance, the better.

Though your body ached with fatigue upon returning to headquarters, your senses immediately picked up a foreign energy hanging in the air– a presence. Not ominous per se, but definitely a palpable and strong chakra signature.

Leaving Hidan’s perverted requests to join him for some “one-on-one post-mission relaxation time” behind, you made your way to Madara, the chakra getting stronger the closer you got.

There he was.

Your breath hitched as your eyes set on a statuesque man standing across from Madara, his tousled, raven-black hair draped around his stunning face and strong shoulders. A lifetime of stress and hardship left evidence of weariness across his features, and yet his eyes still sparkled with a fierce softness, framed by a set of beautiful, thick lashes.

He was so... pretty. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, then his chest downward as you began to drink him in, feeling flushed with an unfamiliar warm tingling the longer you studied him.

He glanced at you with his penetrating eyes, your cheeks burned at being caught in your lustful admiration. Without a doubt, it was Itachi Uchiha standing next to Madara, a solemn look spread across his delicate face.

You’d seen him in the bingo book before, but all the talk you had heard didn’t compare to standing in the same room as him. It was intriguing, though, for someone with such a reputation, and clearly such immense power, his energy didn’t feel threatening or overbearing to you.

Madara raised a hand to Itachi, finally pulling your gaze away from him, before walking over to you.

“I’m sure you’ve completed the tasks assigned to you, y/n, correct?” Madara asked rhetorically.

You had never failed him, it was important for you to maintain your position in his eyes. Your usual self would have made a sardonic remark about your disdain for working with Hidan again, how a pet rock would have been just as helpful with none of the sexual harassment. But, with the third party in the room, you simply nodded while maintaining your cold, detached demeanor.

“Good, I have another task for you then,” Madara commanded lowly in his deep, chilling voice, pointing his chin in Itachi’s direction.

“This is y/n,” Madara announced, gesturing in your direction as you followed him towards Itachi.

“She’ll just perform a little security check if you don’t mind, nothing personal. I am interested in your usefulness, but I just like to be sure of who I’m working with, I’m sure you can understand. After all, ‘clan killer’ doesn’t exactly have a trustworthy ring to it, now does it?” Madara taunted.

Itachi’s beautiful, brown eyes glinted with an undetectable emotion before connecting with yours, and again you began feeling the wave of heat washing over you.

What was this?! Some sort of jutsu he was using on you?? No.. my god, had it really been that long since you’d been attracted to someone?

Snapping out of your embarrassing realization about your pitiful sex life, you cleared your throat as you pulled yourself together to perform your special jutsu. Your specialty was energy and emotions– detecting, reading, transmuting. This made you very handy to Madara, after all, knowing what’s inside someone’s soul makes it much easier to manipulate them and offer them what they want to hear, in exchange for whatever Madara wants or needs.

Your secret jutsu was something you dreaded performing. You were incredibly sensitive and receptive to energy, so oftentimes it would leave you completely drained and horrified— seeing all of the vile things people have done, let happen to others, things people buried and hid deep within themselves. It was a lot to witness and take in, and have to maintain your icy demeanor on top of that, lest Madara begin to question you.

After weaving the hand signs, you hid the nerves buzzing in your body as you approached Itachi to place your hands on either side of his lean, muscular shoulders and touch your forehead to his. By the power of your jutsu, you were transported into Itachi’s soulscape, where you’d be able to confirm for Madara upon exiting, Itachi’s true intentions and trustworthiness as an Akatsuki member.

Given what you had heard about Itachi, you braced yourself upon entering his soulscape, but were totally unprepared for what you saw.

Time stopped as you and Itachi stood under an endless blue sky painted with magnificent rolling waves of white clouds. The sound of rushing water caught your attention as you looked behind you to notice you were standing several paces away from the edge of a breathtaking waterfall. The cascading water plummeted down the carved earth into pools of emerald green.

Peace. You felt peace standing in this supposed monster’s soul? Itachi stood silent, his eyes intensely watching you as you began to take in more of your surroundings. You’d never seen or felt anything like this, this energy was so.. pure.

Taking a moment to gather all the information flooding your senses, you turned to look at Itachi as tears pricked your eyes. Your heart broke as you began to fully understand and feel the weight of what he’d been through– what he’d been forced to do, and how much of a monster he believed he was because of it. You felt a gut-wrenching familiarity that ignited an inferno in your own soul, pulling you to him like a magnet and calling you to embrace him and never let go.

“Itachi, I-” you moved close to him, your mind racing as you tried to process the truth, “I’m so sorry, for everything you’ve been through.” You delicately placed a hand on his cheek while looking deep into his gorgeous eyes. His demeanor softened as the emotions overcame the both of you.

“Y-You know?” he hesitantly asked, almost too scared to believe you were seeing the real him and not judging or looking at him with disgust.

Your brows twinged with sadness as you nodded, “Everything,” you replied, tears streaming down your pink cheeks.

He placed his large, warm palm over your hand as he searched your eyes for confirmation that this was really real and happening to him. He had always been expected to take on insurmountable tasks, things that made him question morality itself, all alone.

And yet, here you were, seeing him, understanding him, accepting him for who he truly was and not what he had done. The burden of his past finally being shared by an open heart, something he never could’ve imagined he deserved.

You reassured his fears without words, both of you lost in each other’s all-consuming gaze. You had never met before, and yet it felt like your souls had known each other many lifetimes.

You were standing so close to him, the heat of his flushed skin radiated his intoxicating scent, smelling of old-growth forest and clean musk. Every nerve and fiber of your being was lit aflame as his eyes dropped down to your plump lips. His soulful eyes returned to yours as he moved his other hand to gently push a strand of your silky hair out of your face.

You were entranced by his beauty, slowly blinking as you held eye contact with him, fighting every urge to taste his lips that were mere inches away. He equally was mesmerized by your beauty, his eyes scanned all of your features, trying to take you all in and understand what this all meant, how you came to be the you standing here holding him.

“Who are you?” his deep, gravelly voice purred, a gentle smile lighting up his face.

Panic overtook you as reality came crashing down, remembering that Madara was waiting in the real world for your answer. Though time operated much differently in your jutsu, Madara would certainly become suspicious if things took too long.

You placed your hands on either side of Itachi’s face as you held him close, a frantic look in your eyes.

“We’re out of time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll explain everything.” You hurriedly released the jutsu, and collected yourself so you could resume your emotionless facade so as to not draw suspicion.

You turned to face Madara, immediately detecting his impatience, “He passed,” you confirmed, “Sorry for the delay, there was.. a lot there.”

Madara stood silent for a moment before releasing a booming laugh, “Yes, I suppose given our Itachi’s history there would be quite a lot to sift through, y/n.”

He turned to walk past Itachi and beckoned him to follow as he began to discuss his plans for the Akatsuki and, eventually, the world. You stood frozen, body still processing all of the huge waves of emotions you’d experienced in your jutsu. A pit of anxiety began to form deep in your stomach knowing this fated meeting with Itachi meant it was finally time to begin your plan. To take down Madara and the Akatsuki from within.

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If you read this far, thank you so much I appreciate you!! I hope you liked my first fic ♡ᵎᵎᵎ

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pishyy · 3 days

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intro post ✿✿✿

hello!! it's nice to meet you! welcome to my little corner of the internet!

im ava, and im a college student revisiting her middle- and high-school tumblr days <3 i used to be suuuuper active on here but deactivated my acct a few years ago, and i decided it was time to come back home :)

below the cut are some rules / introductory stuff that i ask you read before following <3 have a wonderful day!!

first things first, some rules (please read!) :

i am an adult (albeit a very young one). i will post adult things. i'm not going to say this a strictly 18+ blog (aside from nsfw things, which i will tag #mdni or #minors dni), but i'd kindly request you not interact w me if you're under the age of 16. its for both of us, pookie.

i roll w sweeties and lovers only !!! my blog is a space for positivity and love and light and absolutely nothing else !!! if you're being a fart i reserve the right to block u like THAT 🤌 (that's me snapping)

i am bound to have my blind spots as a white, (mostly) able-bodied, cisgendered, middle-class person. i 100% acknowledge that, and am doing my best to reduce and eliminate those. i encourage all people i interact with to do the same, including online. if i hear whispers of any of my followers exhibiting bigoted, prejudiced, predatory, or just generally uncool behavior, you will be 🥾 BOOTED immediately

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current obsessions: criminal minds (reliving my old phases, etc), slime rancher (i know, i know. my partner got it for me and i have been unabashedly obsessed), rupaul's drag race, chappell roan, ethel cain, taylor swift when she's not ripping a hole in the ozone layer, hozier, mac miller, art, music, dorky stuff :)

i'm currently wrapping up my sophomore year of college! i'm a studio art minor and elementary education major, if you couldn't tell from the everything about me. i'm super duper passionate about art and education and stuff, and will gush about it OFTEN

fav song at the moment: Sedona - Riley Whittaker

fav show at the moment: Bob's Burgers (post-edible) (ofc)

fav emoji at the moment: 🦡 ! ITS A LIL BADGER AKSDHFASDFJS

tags :

✿ - rambles :) not related to fandom stuff, just my thoughts.

ava's writing - what it says on the tin, babe! ideally, i'd like to post my writing at some point, but until then, this tag will just be decoration :)

❤︎ - lil things that made me happy! i use this tag just to keep track of that stuff in case im having a bad day, or for you if you are!!

mom look away - nsfw. mdni. avert your eyes. if u see this no u didn't.

ok that's it!! thanks for checking this out!! mwah love u pook

#good to be back on my old stompin grounds 😎#i did miss this place lol #✿#❤︎#ava's writing #mom look away

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01. general rp etiquette is expected and should be reciprocated. don’t pressure me for replies or force anything on me, do not godmod. my activity on here will be permanently medium to low activity. if at any point you would like to break mutuals, please softblock. i curate this space to my comfort and what i want to see and encourage you to do the same. i swear i’m not trying to be a bitch, i just want to keep my dash a place i find comfortable and want to be on. mutuals are free to ask for my discord as i prefer plotting there. you can reach out via ims, as i am not comfortable posting my username on the dash.

02. my primary focus on this blog are chemistry based interactions and interactions with people i’ve already written with. if i follow first though, that means i can see us writing together! please consider all canon characters headcanon and crossover based. if you only wish to interact with my canons and not my ocs, or if you only wish to interact with a muse because of their fc, this isn’t the blog for you.

03. all triggers are tagged as “trigger tw/cw” without censoring the trigger word itself. please let me know if there’s anything i should tag, or if i missed anything. while mature and occasionally dark themes will be discussed on this blog, they will never be romanticized. no taboo plots will be written.

please tag anything to do with rape, suicide and suicidal ideations, self harm (especially graphic depictions), stalking and images of rodents and snakes.

04. the best way to interact with me is to either continue answered memes into threads, or with plotting. we do not have to plot out a full arc between our muses, but i’d like to have some context as i find random, first time interactions hard to go with. reblogged memes have no expiration date and can be sent in at any time. also never feel obligated to match length or reply as fast as i do. my general rule is as long as there’s something for me to work with, then we’re good!

generally, i try to practice reblog karma. you’re not obligated to do the same, though it will be appreciated if you do! if i find however, that you only reblog from me without seeming to want to interact, i’ll softblock. i am open to both romantic and platonic shipping and am shameless about both! for canon characters and relationships, please don’t assume romance right off the bat. it’s always best to ask. do not force-ship with me.

05. i will only write smut with people i am comfortable with. i’m asexual and my interest in this tends to fluctuate. there will be times where i’ll be fine with writing it, other times i will want to skip ahead or fade to black. please respect this. i generally am more comfortable with this with people i already actively ship with. any content with these themes will be tagged usfw, or preferrably moved to a sideblog or discord. i do not want smut to be the main focus of our interactions.

06. formatting on this blog will be very minimal and i will occasionally mirror my writing partner’s style. regular and small text will be used, with the occasional icon or border. please do not overly format our replies with very small text or use purely fancy fonts as i have a hard time reading them. if there is anyway to make my blog more accessible, please let me know!

07. i am on permanently slow activity due to being busy irl and some health issues that will all affect how active or not active i am. i’d like to come on here as a way to relax, and i do not feel obligated or comfortable giving people more details than i want to. please do not pressure me to reply, not even in a joking way. the occasional nudge is fine just to check in, but please do not pressure me or guilt trip me for how fast or slow i reply. speed =/= interest.

08. i really value being able to communicate directly with my rp partners, so that i know whether we are on the same page about something or not. if there is anything that you would like me to know, you are always free to message me or let me know. in relation to this, please do not take my characters’ actions as personal attacks or my own views or beliefs. i write muses that are straight up villains or not great people, but that does not mean i condone their actions or that they influence mine. i am not my muses.

09. i am a believer in using the block button and curating my space so that i am the one who enjoys it. if i have you blocked for whatever reason, do not attempt to contact me directly demanding to know why. it sparks my anxiety and i genuinely do not believe i owe anyone an explanation when i choose to block.

010. i will not interact with any muses, solo blogs and verses from harry potter and all related media, stranger things, 13 reasons why, the last of us and dune. characters taken out of these franchises and treated as ocs, asoiaf, marvel, or dc solo blogs are on a case to case basis. please do not assume you are the exception. for multimuses that feature these fandoms, i just ask that you do not write these characters against any of my muses.

011. i don’t have a lot of faceclaim rules aside from the standard ones (no using minors, the deceased, fcs accused of heinous crimes) those who exhibited racist ideals without any apparent remorse or attempts to learn). for specifics, i’m not comfortable with the following and won’t interact with them: jacob elordi, timothee chalamet, amber heard, johnny depp, jang yeeun, anyone involved in the burning sun scandal, gal gadot and son chaeyoung. i might have some limitations with muses’ faceclaims, either because i’ve fancasted them as siblings or write them myself. check muse bio pages for these.

DNI IF.

you have a wanted opposites tag. i am not here to fulfill them and am more interested in a muse than the faceclaim.

you rp as real life people, write any taboo topics (inc*st, questionable age gaps, a/b/o, etc) smut with and while using minors, fetishize lgbt relationships and poc, and wait for fcs to turn of age to use them.

you are a racist or bigot of any kind (including antisemitic and zionist)

you are racist against and fetishize asians (like participating in the krp tags) if you think asians aren’t ‘poc enough’, and if you are wary of asians in any way because you “think they’re strange”. i’m not interested in being your token poc partner.

if you are a white person rping a poc muse and think this gives you a free pass to speak on poc issues that are not yours to speak on. the best way for you as a white person to be an ally is to uplift voices who are well-versed on these issues, and accept criticism from poc gracefully and with an open mind. claiming any authority over these topics will just give me the impression that you’re doing this for brownie points and i don’t take kindly to that shit :)

you don’t interact with ocs, especially those that are poc, women (either cis or trans) not heterosexual or not cis. i won’t write any taboo plots, think rping real life people is weird and half of my muses are either poc, women or not straight so don’t bother wasting my time!

BLOG CREDITS.

i use the psd invisible string by jessource. my url is inspired by a quote from errnest hemingway. individual sources for icon screencaps will be tagged on rotmuse. my icon and post header were made by me. to be sure, please do not save any writing or edits on this blog.

CONTENT DISCLAIMER.

i don’t claim any affiliation with the people or content depicted here. all writing including headcanons and threads and edits made are mine unless otherwise stated, so don’t save anything without my expressed permission. all concepts and headcanons are mine. do not steal them. please assume that all my canon characters are headcanon based, which means i will write them based on my interpretation vs what fanon agrees on. not affiliated with any of the fandoms i write muses from.

if you read all this, tysm! i look forward to writing with you <3

#do not reblog.

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sagishii · 19 days

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sagishii — a private and extremely selective crime and supernatural oc. permanently slow to medium activity, minimal formatting. please read rules before interacting, memes never expire and can be sent any time. multi-verse/ship and oc friendly. 21+ interactions only as mature and triggering themes will appear. themes of trauma, toxic relationships, sex, violence, body horror, possession and religion will be present.

#A STUDY ON. weaponized femininity as opposed to the femme fatale trope, codependent sibling bonds, black and gray morality, the consummate liar, the scream queen phenomena.

adored by honey (any pronouns, 28, filipino). mutuals can ask for discord. friends and mutuals only, do not follow first unless i do. k.rp blogs are not welcome.

OTHER BLOGS. puremorte (modern and high fantasy oc), destroyedthere (friends only multimuse)

RULES.

please tag anything to do with rape, suicide and suicidal ideations, self harm (especially graphic depictions), stalking and images of rodents and snakes.

DNI IF.

you have a wanted opposites tag. i am not here to fulfill them and am more interested in a muse than the faceclaim.

you are a racist or bigot of any kind (including antisemitic and zionist)

BLOG CREDITS.

please do not save any writing or edits on this blog. any psds and such that i use will be credited in this section.

CONTENT DISCLAIMER.

if you read all this, tysm! i look forward to writing with you <3

#xkit rewritten + beta locked only.#click on blog name for carrd!

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h4rlequins · 7 months

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[ #h4rlequins ] an independent and private writing blog for harley quinn written as an original character. written by evie , she / they , twenty - nine , & cst. low to medium activity blog. joker and harley shippers , do not interact. triggering and mature themes present , follow at your own discretion.

studying themes of : anti-heros , beware the nice girls , she bites back , wild cards , masquerade smiles , broken birds learn to fly , revenge & mad girls.

single ship with : @fl4gs

001. this is an independent & private roleplay blog for harley quinn ! i will be selective in who i follow back for a plethora of reasons. harley is a character that means the world to me. my portrayal of her is based upon my own canon , but features influences from the comics and cinematic universe. this blog does not acknowledge the 2016 suicide squad movie ! 002. my name is evie , twenty nine , she / they & cst. harley isn't my main blog , so this blog tends to be low to medium activity. you can always find me over at @selfruin. i am a mom, psychology student & currently looking for a job! roleplay is a hobby of mine and falls low on my list of priorities. i know discord notifications have been crap lately , so if i am missing something , please don't hesitate to let me know ! 003. harley and joker give me the biggest ick. i'm not interested in writing them as a ship and will hardblock ! his treatment of harley will not be glorified or idolized on this blog. i also am hesitant to interact with those who muse him and will require extensive plotting to do so. please don't follow me unless i follow you first ! 004. this blog is single ship with my partner's rick flag / @fl4gs ( the only exception is for flora's / @fablelike portrayal of ivy ! ). i'm not interested in any other ships or developing romantic dynamics with harley. but am more then happy to develop any other type of bonds between our characters. 005. starter calls make me incredibly anxious , so i won't post them. the best way to interact with me is via inbox prompts or plotting. never be afraid to jump into my ims or ask for my discord if we're mutuals. 006. the typical DNI list applies here ! do not interact if you support or write content that includes homophobia , transphobia, ableism , sexism , racism, and other icky behavior. 007. because of harley's canon / backstory this blog will include triggering behavior that includes abuse , death , drug / alcohol use. please follow at your own discretion , i will be tagging things with ' cw ' or ' tw ' 008. my formatting features small text , special fonts , and sometimes various colors for text too. my icons are 50 x 50. if any of my formatting is overwhelming , please let me know asap so i can change it for our thread. thank you for making this far ! i hope you're having an incredible day. my discord is open for mutuals.

#* 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 / 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

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yeah-asbestos · 4 years

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INTRO/BIO POST (last revised 2/7/24)

minor

pan, they/them

tamil american

if you're from the bay we need to be besties

unilateral hearing loss/hoh (pronounced ho) and i've decided to make it as much a personality trait as gayness

dni: the basic bigoted and exclusionary shit, proshippers, zionists, and if you're over the physical age of 30

I'M A SOCIALIST and an abolition feminist and the second part is just as crucial

original posts at #it's ORGANIC

vents/personal posts at #vent'anni (this is a new one and i think i've used it like once oop)

writing at #anoushka's shitty writing

asks at #this is an ask gimme all your money

anon asks are #a wild anon!

please cw for spiders, unreality, extreme blood loss, and tw for sui or suicidal ideation

i try to tag trigger warnings, but since i don't tag much aside from that i might forget---let me know if i miss something

Lesbane of your existence #9503 is my discord (but i don't use discord anymore it's just there)

socal hate blog but lowkey

i write shit! i think i write pretty decent shit! talk to me about said shit peachschnapps? (peachschnapps means perhaps because i'm ahaha quirky duh)

i call my friends babe and bestie and dude (and its variants) and girl and shit like that, so lmk if you prefer not some of them

im in desperate need of human contact so please message me/send me asks

in too many fandoms and don't ask me for an exhaustive list i'll become more mentally ill than i already am. you can ask me if im in a specific fandom though, i'd love that

post limits can go fuck themselves!

desi disaster

i live for cats so tag me if you see any

if you tag me in smth and i never reblog it, i promise it's just bc i got too overwhelmed by the fact that someone thought of me and then i got too overwhelmed by deciding what to say in my rb, not bc i have smth against you!!

i'm never on here these days but idk, figured i could update this. sometimes i show up to reblog like 20 posts from one fandom or ship and then leave again

im a spotify fiend and im on there always tho so catch me (and dm me here if you follow me there, i'll be so happy): https://open.spotify.com/user/9c11d4y864qvc6xs89havrhmf (scroll to my earlier playlists bc spotify no longer lets me organize them so the actual 'good' ones are like way down)

#it's ORGANIC #long post #pinned post #blog intro #it's actually crazy how unrecognizable this site is to me now

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spelldoncauldronello · 3 years

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RULES

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MUTUALS, FOLLOWING, UNFOLLOWING

This blog is Sideblog Friendly! Just let me know it’s you who you are.

I am one of those people that becomes chummy with the people I write with!

We don’t have to be mutuals to RP with me.

We can still RP, even if I unfollow. (unless stated otherwise)

I will not RP or I’ll Discontinue RP if:

I find your character to be extremely OP

I feel forced or badgered to reply

I feel that my partner is inconsistent with the story/ plot/ characters

NSFW:

NSFW is a thing might happen on this blog, but rare at best

All ships must be with writers that are over 18.

NSFW or Questionable posts will also be tagged as such

I will not post NSFW images here, at all. You are safe.

SCHEDULE:

First and foremost, I am a mother of two, a full-time employee, and a wife first.

If I feel a strong muse, I will post rapidly. If I don’t, I might post later or none at all.

My goal is to check in once a week, at least.

THREAD TRACKING AND DROPPED THREADS

I will keep my tracker as updated as I can.

I will post or message before dropping a thread

You and I both have the right to drop a thread at any time.

As mentioned, there will be times where I (or the muse) no longer engaged in the thread. It will be dropped if the posting frequency is too spaced out, or we feel it’s a good place to stop. It does not mean I am bored with you or your muse. Please don’t take it personally.

VERSES

I currently have no other verses besides my MAIN and Default, but I am open to splitting off.

More explanation on verses are on that page/post

All crossovers will be their own verse.

All threads with people with the same character happen in different verses and will be part of default canon. Please see my “about” and “verses” page.

SHIPPING

Canon ship is with the Kieran Valentine. My main is @askthevampireoflove.

I will RP with other Valentines, but asks are referring to my mains unless the asker specify otherwise.

All Kieran Valentine’s are not automatically shipped. All start out as “just met” with initial attraction. The rest depends on RP. I will not auto-ship with any Valentine.

This is a multi-ship-friendly blog (For now).

Mains must be mutual in that status and just as engaged.

Different ships exist in their own verses unless otherwise stated.

I do not ship characters to anyone automatically. Period.

CHEMISTRY AND BUILD-UP is my jam!

Shipping with OC’s is welcome, but will take a lot of building.

TRIGGERS

I, personally, have no particular content triggers.

I will tag triggers and content warnings where requested or where I feel appropriate.

Most will start with tw: —– or cw:——

I may miss triggers because I am human. Sorry in advance. Please let me know.

It is a kids show, but being monsters might cover heavy material that exist in that genre. This blog is no different.

DISCORD RPS & IM’s

I RP and talk on Discord, too. If you would like to RP there, I am always open to thread. Please message me and we can talk about it.

ARTWORK, GRAPHICS, ICONS

Only the artwork that is tagged 💻 Mun Art is mine and drawn by me. All other artwork is tagged as Fan Art.

Items that are tagged as 🔎 Reflections is his official look for this blog.

All current icons and images of the my design was drawn by theycallmekaibara and commissioned by me. I spent my personal money to commission work for this character. I have also spent a lot of my time making his graphics.

DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST COMMISSIONED WORKS!

Please don’t use my icons, banners, or promos without asking.

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ABOUT THE MUN

Name:: Vexxica

Age:: Over 25

Timezone:: Eastern (USA)

Relationship:: Married

Gender:: Cis Female

Pronouns:: She/Her

#iCoffin Pages #Rules

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dhxrmainit · 3 years

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read please thx

hi, im frankie

i mainly made this blog as a way to vent, as i dont feel comfortable venting on my main. this isn't a ventcore blog, but i understand that some of my posts could be interpreted as such, so some posts may be tagged as such with a tw and/or cw

i'd generally prefer if my posts aren't rb'd, but i will clarify if i have a post that i especially do not want to be reblogged

i will do my best to tag posts with any possibly triggering or uncomfortable topics. if there is anything i missed on a post that you need to be tagged, please let me know!

i don't mind if you choose to follow me, but please keep in mind if you do so that this blog mainly (if not only) just consists of me rambling haha

if you follow me on my main or know me personally, please do not follow

in terms of a dni list, mine consists of basic criteria, but most of the time if i don’t want someone following or interacting I’ll just block them

(sidenote, but in case, anyone asks, my username is not in reference to tommyinnit and i do not support the dsmp)

#pinned

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rockabillyredhead · 3 years

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Rules

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MUTUALS, FOLLOWING, UNFOLLOWING

This blog is Sideblog Friendly! Just let me know it’s you who you are.

I am one of those people that becomes chummy with the people I write with!

We don’t have to be mutual to RP with me.

We can still RP, even if I unfollow. (unless stated otherwise)

I will not RP or I’ll Discontinue RP if:

I find your character to be extremely OP

I feel forced or badgered to reply

I feel that my partner is inconsistent with the story/ plot/ characters

NSFW:

NSFW is a thing might happen on this blog, but rare at best

All ships must be with writers that are over 18.

NSFW or Questionable posts will also be tagged as such

I will not post NSFW images here, at all. You are safe.

SCHEDULE:

First and foremost, I am a mother of two, a full-time employee, and a wife first.

If I feel a strong muse, I will post rapidly. If I don’t, I might post later or none at all.

My goal is to check in once a week, at least.

THREAD TRACKING AND DROPPED THREADS

I will keep my tracker as updated as I can.

I will post or message before dropping a thread

You and I both have the right to drop a thread at any time.

VERSES

I currently have no other verses besides my Main and Default, but I am open to splitting off.

More explanation on verses are on that page/post

All crossovers will be their own verse.

All threads with people with the same character happen in different verses and will be part of default canon. Please see my “about” and “verses” page.

SHIPPING

I currently main with @johnny-spirit on my main verse. Canon ships are Johnny Spirit and Holt Hyde (in diary).

I will RP multiples of the same character, but asks are referring to my mains unless the asker specify otherwise.

I do not automatically shipped. All start out where canon left off. The rest depends on RP. I will not auto-ship with any Holt or Johnny.

This is a multi-ship-friendly blog (For now).

Mains must be mutual in that status and just as engaged. (i.e. If you are my main, I should be yours)

Different ships exist in their own verses unless otherwise stated.

CHEMISTRY AND BUILD-UP is my jam!

Shipping with OC’s is welcome, but will take a lot of building.

TRIGGERS

I, personally, have no particular content triggers.

I will tag triggers and content warnings where requested or where I feel appropriate.

Most will start with tw: —– or cw:——

I may miss triggers because I am human. Sorry in advance. Please let me know.

It is a kids show, but being monsters might cover heavy material that exist in that genre. This blog is no different.

DISCORD RPS & IM’s

I RP and talk on Discord, too. If you would like to RP there, I am always open to thread. Please message me and we can talk about it.

ARTWORK, GRAPHICS, ICONS

Please don’t use my icons, banners, or promos without asking.

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ABOUT THE MUN

Name:: Vexxica

Age:: Over 25

Timezone:: Eastern (USA)

Relationship:: Married

Gender:: Cis Female

Pronouns:: She/Her

#icoffin pages

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