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i know that realistically dazai probs covers himself in bandages because he def is marred with scars but i also think it’d be really funny if he wasn’t covering anything he was just a weird fucking guy. just an odd dude. who likes bandages

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One of my favourite things as a monsterfucker is surprising the monster with just how badly you want to fuck them. They've been shunned all their life and think they're so weird and unloveable/ think they're too "weird" or "scary" for a human to be into them, and then you walk right up and are not just not scared but also actively into them and turned on by them. Gets me every time.

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my truest and sincerest opinion about writing is that if you want to develop a passion you must write something incredibly and unbearably niche at least once and i mean this. you need to have an almost fetishistic and primal desire towards a man in a fandom with 12 fics in his ao3 and 9 of them are crossovers. you need to let your lust and affection drive you to the depths of earth itself and write your most beautiful soul-crushing gut-wrenching work of an audience of ten. you need to think and be delusional to what feels like a brick wall and tear your meat asunder trying to become sane. after you've seen all nine circles of insane delusion 2d man lust can your fic writing prosper. you will come out of the other side better for it

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“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆

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Wait!!! Have you remembered to sexualise and lust after a morally repugnant fictional character today??

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please please never stop being annoying about that one thing you really care about

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saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023

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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

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Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

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"He Would Not Fucking Say That" is whatever to me. For me it's always "He Would Not Fucking LOOK Like That". Why does he have abs. Why is he dehydrated. Someone help him

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PRECISION

|| Feitan x neutral! Reader ||

|| dt to @after-witch @ddarker-dreams @depravitycentral for inspiring me to finally get off my ass and write, and also for their amazing works ofc! check them out! ||

It’s ironic, Feitan thinks, to sew up the wounds of his victims. But they can’t die just yet.

His thin, long fingers push the needle through the victims skin of their inner thigh, and he gives out a light scoff in mockery when they whimper. Little rich boy can’t handle a little pain? He hates these rich types that think they can pull one over on the troupe. They were fun to interrogate, they always worked up his temper where taking it out on them was something he looked forward to. Due punishment, not only for their bratty, pretentious attitude, but their lucky pull in birth circumstances. Feitan acts as their comeuppance.

He’ll give it to this victim, however, still holding on to the information despite it all. Usually his male victims would start spilling whatever they knew when Feitan picked up a hammer and pushed their thighs apart. But here his victim was, crying and whimpering, and now a eunuch, and still not speaking.

Feitan finishes his stitches with a clean knot, and sets the needle and thread aside on his medical tool tables. He likes to pride himself in his efficiency and perfection. After all, torture required just as much knowledge of the human body as a surgeon. The image of Feitan as a doctor, in a different life, flashed in his mind and he laughed aloud. Maybe. Maybe if he was born lucky. Maybe if he didn’t have to learn surgery and amputations from the cruelty of his home.

After all, doctors can’t save everyone. And he didn’t see the point in willingly putting that responsibility and burden on yourself. Especially for ungrateful rich brats.

No, it was much easier to take life than to protect it. Much more fulfilling too. Other people aren’t your responsibility.

How funny though, Feitan thought. To now have something to willingly burden yourself with.

His ears pricked up to his victim shuffling in his chains, and he turned to them. The man wasn’t remarkable, only one person really was in Feitan’s eyes. The only thing noticeable now was the man’s family crest Feitan had carved on the skin above his heart.

How can you claim to belong to something, if you can’t even mark yourself with it? When you die, how will people know where you belonged to?

Feitan takes the man’s face in between his hand, and moves his head around to inspect his work. He debated between leaving the cut next to eye, dropping a few drops of an infectious bacteria into it so the eye would eventually eat itself. It’d take about a week, and then another for the infection to spread to the rest of the body.

Feitan couldn’t help but smile at the image. He gripped his victims face with his nails, and told him so.

“It’d be funny to see you swell up with blood and pus. I wonder if you’d get fat like an ugly cyst, but you already don’t look all that different from one.”

He let him go unceremoniously, and watched as his head fell forward. Feitan will grant him the mercy of sleep. After all, a dog will still endure abuse if you feed it often enough.

“Feitan?”

He heard you before you reached the basement door of course. He knew where you were in the house at all times after all.

You knew you weren’t allowed to open the door. If you needed him, just knock or call his name. You think it’s because he’d have to kill you if you saw what he was doing.

He knows that, and thinks you’re silly. He wipes his bloodied hands with a clean cloth as he walks to the door. His eyes meet yours when he opens the door, and his gaze doesn’t leave yours as he closes it. You don’t even know what color the walls of the basement are.

Feitan looks you over, with the same precision he gives to everything. You’ve been picking at your hangnails again and for some reason you didn’t bother bandaging your thumb, where you had ripped and tore at the skin enough for it to bleed. Another thing is that you’re wearing nothing but a towel, which means one thing.

“I want to take a bath,” you say, your clasped hands nervously squeezing themselves. It was another thing you weren’t allowed to do on your own. You didn’t understand why, and you didn’t understand why he did the things he did. He’d set the water the way you like it, even though you don’t remember telling him. He scents it with fragrances and oils that you can tell are expensive, in your favorite scents too. He helps you in and then holds out your towel so he doesn’t see your naked body, and he swiftly turns and closes the curtain. He does the same when you’re ready to come out.

He has a chair he sits on, quietly and unmoving as he watches your silhouette. Maybe it’s a kink or fetish of some kind, you think. It had taken you a while to get use to. But something tells you it wasn’t that exactly. One time you had slipped when washing your body, and before you could fully gasp out in surprise, you were in his arms with his face to the side.

He didn’t act the way you expected a kidnapper would. But it still didn’t explain why you were here at all.

Feitan nods at you, and you lead the way. You’ve learned he preferred to be your second shadow than to be your leading light.

Your large bathroom was attached to your equally large room. Funny how you’ve started to refer to them as ‘yours’. It’s difficult not to, when he is somehow able to let you decorate it the way you want. Feitan does that often, you’ve found. No matter how expensive your request, and you have tested that, he will get it for you. You’re scared to ask how.

He begins his routine when you both step into the bathroom. He gets the water to the temperature you like and let the bath tub fill. The sound of the tub jets fill the air, and you watch as he drips expensive oils into the water. His movements are methodical, and somehow he’s figured out the ratio of water to oil that’s right for your skin.

Feitan doesn’t dare mix the water with his hand.

Your nose is soon filled with the scent, and you feel your tense shoulders slowly let go and relax. He’s watching you, you know that. He stops the faucet when the tub fills up, and you walk up the small steps and stand in front of him.

A part of you is always tempted to touch. His pale skin is smooth and such a contrast to his dark hair. This close, you can see just a hint of green in his black eyes, the way they don’t seem to blink. You wonder if he is even human.

You nod softly and he moves behind you. You can’t even feel his presence, hear his breath, and you slightly jump when he reaches to gently clasp the small fold that holds your towel up.

Feitan waits until you calm again to continue. He never touches you directly, not even a stray touch from any finger. He takes off your towel and spreads it as a barrier between you and him.

But then you do something that has his heart beating and stopping erratically. His breath catches in his throat, your gaze turning to him and he feels trapped beneath it. How do you not know how much power you have over him?

His eyes instantly move to the way you nervously bite at your lip. Somehow he can know everything about you, how you think, how you word those thoughts, and yet now, he can’t believe what he thinks you’re going to say.

“…help me?” You say slowly, so quietly that a normal person wouldn’t have heard you.

But you know he did. And you don’t drop your eyes from him.

Feitan, in return, lets the towel drop.

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Yandere! Feitan Portor x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, Feitan is awkward, why do men always look like they're in such visceral pain when they orgasm, fem reader, MDNI

I want to talk about Feitan's face when he's coming, because it's really something that needs to be discussed.

He's able to hide pretty much every sign of his pleasure when you're in bed with him - he's not letting a single noise slip past his lips, even if it pains him to keep the groan and very, very embarrassing moan that's right on the tip of his tongue from leaving.

He won't sigh and groan when he sinks into you, only biting his lip so hard he nearly draws blood because fuuuck you feel good, but he can't say anything about it without coming off as too eager, too desperate. (Or so, at least his thinks.)

He's seamless about hiding the fact that the orgasm you're working him towards will quite literally leave him breathless, the pleasure so strong and blinding and raw that he'll be seeing stars for a few minutes afterwards, even if you don't know it.

You won't know just how winded he becomes when you grind back on him, your hips moving in tandem with his while you moan and cry out for him, looking all pretty and provocative and naughty when you're wanton and shameless like this. He likes it, though - it makes him feel good, like the sex is more real, wanted, like he's doing a good, like you're actually enjoying having him touch you and love you and pound into you like a jackhammer.

But even Feitan can't hide everything - his body may only minimally jerk and his cock may only throb the smallest amount possible, but even he can't stop the way his face screws up when he comes, ecstasy written across his features because he's coming inside you, for you, because of you.

His lips - now a rosy pink because he's been biting them in his efforts to eliminate any noise - fall open, pants and uneven gasps and breaths spilling out as his head dips back, his eyes squeezing shut so tightly it almost hurts.

His eyebrows draw together tight, dark hairs twitching and quivering because he just can't keep his face still or control his expression when you feel this damn good around him.

He makes this short, airy, wonderful little gasp as the first spurts of cum shoot from his swollen, sensitive tip, and it almost looks like he's grimacing, like it's hurting him.

(It's not - trust me, it's not.)

He almost looks pretty like this, dark hair falling around his face as he tries so, so hard to not grab onto you and ground himself, to not whisper your name or hump into you for that last little fleeting bit of pressure, like some horny, crazed lunatic.

Feitan is a sight to see when he's orgasming, and as soon as the pleasure fades, he'll stare at you for just a moment, this wide, vulnerable look in his dark eyes, awe and shock and even a little bit of love swimming in their dark depths - but all too soon he's leaving the room, clutching onto the bathroom sink countertop and splashing his face with cool water because you can not see the extent to which his blush has spread down from his cheeks to his collarbone.

He's pretty when he comes, his pale skin glowing pink and his features all contorted up in pleasure, and if you were to sneak a peek at him and see this expression, he'd be embaressed.

But if you were to compliment him, to tell him he's so attractive when you're orgasming; I like the way you look... Well, you may just get to see him come again, right then and there from your compliment alone.

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the whole fandom is wrong about this blorbo EXCEPT. my besties. they r right

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Ok, this one is a long shot but I'm really hoping. I'm 21, f, looking for an 18+ rp partner interested in a Canon x Canon Vocaloid rp. 🩷

I'd really like to play neru, but I'm open to pair her against anyone (male or female, doesn't matter to me). I can also double up any vocaloid pair you'd be interested in.

I'm normally semi-lit, but I can bump that up or down to your preference.

I normally rp on Tumblr or discord but if you'd like somewhere else, lmk!

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#mine #citrus

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BLOG RECS and PERSONAL FAVS

BLOG RECS! 

I thought I'd make a little post listing some of my favorite blogs, what they offer, and what I followed for! Mostly for my own reference, but I recommend every one of them, so be sure to check them out! ((if you're on this list and would like to be removed, let me know))

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rp related blogs!

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@peachapartmentsrp on Tumblr -- a multifandom group rp im part of on discord! I cannot recommend it enough! It’s got a wide variety of characters, an active group, and a great community! 

An assortment of roleplay finder blogs 

@findingroleplays on Tumblr 

@rphunter on Tumblr 

@findroleplay on Tumblr 

@roleplayfinder on Tumblr 

@canonrpfinder on Tumblr -- a roleplay finger tool for canon content only 

@prpfs on Tumblr -- a roleplay partner finder tool for more problematic content 

@roleplayhonestybox on Tumblr -- A place to rant and speak about rp experiences! The good and the bad! 

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Writing prompts, scenarios, and resources! 

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@lavenderotpprompts on Tumblr -- writing prompts (some really incredible ones for ships and couples) 

@me-writes-prompts on Tumblr -- writing prompts (great dialogue and situation prompts!) 

@the-moon-dust-writings on Tumblr -- writing prompts (great for both ocs and ships!) 

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Writers! 

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For FE3H (fire emblem: three houses) 

@glowingbadger on Tumblr -- a mostly NSFW blog, with great chartisterization, wonderfully written smut, and they allow their reader to send little thirsts and prompts! They also have an art blog.

@yandere-sins on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! They’re an incredible writer, with really unique yandere content. As well as that! They run interactive polls about yandere content that I have a ton of fun interacting with! 

For HXH (hunter x hunter) 

@holydayaria on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! Fantastic stuff, great characterization, as well as some really cool ideas I don't see often! Very unique takes! 

@depravitycentral on Tumblr -- YANDERE CONTENT! Super good stuff, very in depth in the yandere mindset, i'm always so impressed with their writing! 

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Artists! 

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For DND (dungeons and dragons) 

@lovecoredeity on Tumblr -- fantastic character designs! Great ocs! I love to see the ocs they post, their designs and ideas inspire me a lot! 

For Vocaloid 

@ir-dr on Tumblr -- an incredible artist who posts daily! I cannot even imagine posting daily, let alone such high quality work. I’m always so impressed with their linless style and great color palettes

@emilylovescookies on Tumblr -- beautiful lineless art, fantastic colors, and one of the most cute and stylistic art styles i've seen! 

For RWBY 

@dashingicecream on Tumblr -- has a really expressive art style, and makes some of the best WLW art! Really cute stuff, also ships a lot the same ships as me, which is a bonus! 

@noxypep on Tumblr -- another artist who makes superb WLW art! A monochrome shipper, they make some of the cutest content for the ship i’ve seen

For hxh (hunter x hunter) 

@tiucotheus on Tumblr -- makes beautiful art that is so polished and flowy! Not to mention the way they draw the characters (especially chrollo, illumi and feitan) makes them look sooo good! 

@sullenhighstar on Tumblr -- very good art! As well as super cute ship art! Their content seems to focus primarily on the phantom troupe 

@verytiredrn on Tumblr -- great art featuring the main squad of hunter x hunter! Their kurapika art especially has me in a chokehold, I cannot get enough 

For FE3H (fire emblem: three houses) 

@calamari-inari on Tumblr -- this artist does THE ferdinand von aegir art! If you’re a ferdibert fan, or just a ferdinand fan, this blog is a must follow! 

@maimais on Tumblr -- has a super cute bylethsona they pair with claude, everytime i see their work it makes my day. Super cute style, very gentle colors, and a super romantic vibe to their ship art! 

@meltypancake on Tumblr -- has a beautiful oc they ship with dimitri, and their art is so elegant and romantic! I’m always in awe of the talent they have! 

@limielle on Tumblr -- the best male!byleth x dimitri art i’ve ever seen. Their art is so romantic and expressive and flowy

For miscellaneous fandoms https://www.tumblr.com/deddo219 -- a personal friend of mine, and a fantastic artist! They draw for a wide variety of fandoms, and all of their content is beautiful. They’re open for commissions!

#mine #citrus #ric recs #art recs #blog recs #blog recommendations #masterlist of who i follow