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Hey, could you tag your works as fem reader? It sucks when thereâs no tag or label and youâre jumpscared with the words âmamaâ or âwifeyâ
Hello my love! I do my best to tag with "f!reader" but sometimes things slip through the cracks.
I don't mean this with any malice but since I write for mainly afab!readers you may just want to go ahead and block me. That should clear up your searches and take any of my untagged stuff off your radar too. Or add my username to your blacklist. Again I don't want that to come across as callous or mean, I'm just trying to offer you another solution for my mistakes.
#ghoul speaks#i really do try to make sure everything is tagged correctly#i dont think ive used âwifeyâ before but mama yeah ive used#i actually cannot stand âwifeyâ as a pet name i think its stupid as hell#it feels very juvenile#anyway i will try to mass tag everything but with how tumblr works#there still might be some fic slipping through the cracks#also im going to assume this person meant this in a nice tone and isnt being a dick#but yeah just go ahead and block me! that should solve the problem completely#oh wait unless they meant at the top of the fic
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wait wait because imagine being a normal OF creator or a cam girl, just a small name nobody who does it for the sole purpose of getting through college. you keep your face out of everything, nothing in the background of any video of yours is personal, like once you get your degree this entire account is getting deleted and it'll be a thing of the past. (not that you're ashamed or anything. we respect sex workers of all kinds here)
and you plan on doing a different kind of video: one of you fucking yourself with a new, much bigger toy. usually you keep to the rabbits and bullets but following your friends advice, you fucking yourself on a dildo wouldn't be terrible.
plus you need it, sweetheart. when was the last time you even had a date?
bitch. (affectionately)
and as soon as you walk into your usual sex store, you double take. there is no, NO, way that is pornstar!ghost's dick you've just spotted as a dildo.
he's been your favorite pornstar long before you even started this side hustle. who in their right mind can resist that beast of a man with the mask and the tattoos and the heaving thing that's between his legs--
you take it home immediately.
it's almost sad how stupid you fuck yourself on it, cunt split open and dripping onto the floorboard for the internet to see but in that moment, you don't give a fuck.
you don't remember how many times you come that night nor how many viewers you had watching your puffy lips swallow "ghost's" cock whole, but come morning, you notice your bank account and it is padded.
PADDED.
one particular tipper was incredibly generous and they even left a message.
i'd love to see you do that on the real thing.
yeah, me too.
(whoever that is becomes a loyal follower who tips regularly.)
*screaming at the thought of simon getting himself off at your video. hasn't come that hard in months and that says a lot since he's yknow, a pornstar.*
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nibble (photo ref here!!)
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â„ïž love train! send this to all the blogs you love! donât forget to spread the love! â„ïž
I love nothing more than sending these to people, it always makes me so excited, like I'm putting notes in people's valentines boxes in elementary school :)
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Had to dig up all the babies names but the OC list has been updated
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I've got the munchies. currently munching on you
munch munch munch
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OK I put this off for 16 days (fuck physics for not letting me read top-shelf ghoulish tumblr fic) but heres my review:
Cowboy! and Fae! Price need to stop making my brain liquify and fall out of my skull! Not an ideal environment for the brain worms!
Gaz in every single au is sooo boyfriend
I need ghost underneath me
I need soap underneath me
Königâs nasty and I cant believe I HAVE TO fuck him
I cant fit my essay ab prof! Ghost and prof! Love in her
I already said I need ghost underneath me but the pavloving fic actually broke me I wasnt joking when I said I read it an abhorrent amount of times
SIN SUMMMERRRRR
FALLOUT I LOVE FALLOUT IM IM A FALLOUT DND CAMPAIGN AND I REALLLLLYYY LIKE COD IM GONNA KISS YOU AB YOUR FALLOUT AU
graves IS punchable
Ghost is so goddamn tragic in every variation, au, and scenario. He deserves the world (and more)
I need könig under me (this is a constant thought, but the purring egged it on more)
Uhhh what else
LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING GHOUL!!! Youre brain is awesome. Sorry for the spam likes and reblogs and long ask (statement?) have a lovely day muah muah đđđđđđđđđđđđđ
Spam like, reblog, comment as much as you want I am happy that you're having fun! I treasure every word and key smash you put in the tags :)
Ghost's rightful place is always gonna be under his partner, it's where he belongs.
Gaz is so boyfriend. Boyfriend coded if ever someone has been.
Price... (need I say more or can I simply slip into a daydream?)
Graves is punchable, he wants what Soap has naturally(the sly charm and ability to get away with mischief)
König under me, over me, inside me. I want him whimpering and moaning, I want him thrusting his hips desperately, and begging to come. Nasty man...
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GHOOUULL oh my GOD! you are so so so so amazing I just LOVE your work đđ like chefs kiss muah muah muah every time you post it's the best shit ever
sorry about that!!
No need to apologize! I don't even know what you're apologizing for!!
I'm glad you're having fun and enjoying my work! Mwah <3
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she's so cute, the poor thing. what the fuck is he supposed to do with a pretty girl like this? (18+, a little smidge of dark!simon)
she's so dumb. she nods when he talks, says yes, simon, yeah when he asks her if he can take her home. she purrs yes, simon, m-more when he buries his masked face between her thighs as makes her ride his covered mouth. she sings when he touches her, cries when his gloved fingers fuck her open, and she whines s-so good, simon, please, more, simon when he bottoms out into her soft cunt with all of his clothes still on.
vest strapped, thigh holsters still buckled, cargo pants still around his waist, nothing but his belt buckle open and his zipper down when he fucks you into the cushions of your couch. you're drooling, positively cock-stupid, bouncing with the rough rhythm he keeps. it's salvation, coming home to a pretty girl underneath him, and he wants to hold you hard enough to make you bleed when he grips the meat of your hips and watches your ass push back against him.
so dumb. so stupid. the prettiest girl he has ever seen, and she has no idea what it is that fucks the shape of them into her so that they will know if someone else has been here. she has no idea what the thing on top of her has done, has no idea how deranged and terrible his mind is, she doesn't know.
she never asked how he knew where she lived. she never asked how he knew which button to press in the elevator. she never asked how he knew to turn left instead of right. she never asked where he got that key, or why it worked when he opened up the door of her flat.
all she asks for is for him to fuck, please, simon--m-more!
she's so cute. she'll do just fine.
#thats so crazy *tucking my hair behind my ear and batting my lashes*#does he like sweets i just baked a bunch of cookies
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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because youâre just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize youâre a bit⊠dense.
Total ditz to be precise.
But they canât really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.
Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. Itâs really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Donât worry about it too much, dove. Heâll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? Youâre getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?
Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. Heâll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, youâve got tae get in close. Closer.
Until youâre bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.
Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft âbaby girlâ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever youâre standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - heâll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.
Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. Heâs feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when itâs pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.
After that he canât get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud heâs the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRwkb466/
this tiktok reminded me of your knight!ghost and i started biting my fist so hard ITS LITERALLY HIM i had to reread the series its so good i love all your interpretations of characters i love big burly men who have a soft spot
i frequently just binge read all of your content your writing style is so yummy i put it in my mouth
It's literally him I've written him doing that with the pat pat to his thigh and everything. It's my favorite act of service and devotion that Ghost does. My favorite little thing that he does for his princess, and he does it all the time.
If you complain about your feet hurting, or your shoe feeling loose, Ghost will drop to his knees. You complain so infrequently, and he's well versed in how uncomfortable you have to be in order to voice it, that he has no hesitation in his actions. He settles on his knees and looks up at you through the grate of his helmet, strips his gloves off and pats his thick thigh purposefully. He doesn't care if you've got mud on your shoe, or if you need to steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder. He rolls your skirts delicately up your shin, lets you bend over him to help hold them up. Step on him as hard as you like, he can take it, there's no pain he wouldn't take from you.
Ghost will tie the soft lacing on your shoes, will cradle your ankle in one of his big hands as he inspects your shoe. He'll rub his thumb against your skin, and take his time drawing the laces into a neat bow. He might even brush off some of the dirt clinging to the leather of your shoe. It's the only work he does that feels fulfilling. A perfect display of his subservience to you, of your reliance on him. If he's feeling particularly demanding he'll make you lift your other foot after he's tended to the first, retying and dusting off your laces. Just so he can have a little longer on his knees for you. You look your best with the sun haloing you.
A man like Ghost is meant to be on his knees. He'll take every opportunity to be right where he's supposed to be.
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#mw2 ghost#ghost cod#knight!ghost#princess!reader#medieval au
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Good addition! I found a cheap pair of flip flops worked fine for me: I could grab them for a fiver, and it was easy to slip them on and off to wash my feet/get the soap off my shoes. But I saw plenty of people using different things, as long as it keeps your feet off the ground and is waterproof it should work.
scrolling through tumblr instead of doing my college paperwork (why do they need my immunization records? weirdos. thanks for accepting my application in like three days though) and sinking my teeth into fallout ghost bro (also you wouldnât happen to have dorm advice would you im desperate)
i love seeing writers i follow taking these boys and pushing them that nice apocalyptic dark.. thereâs something that itches my brain about fallout in particular and itâs feeding the worms bc truly anything can go with narrative depending on where you stick em. all that to say loooooooooove ur fallout stuff itâs living in my head forever now and you canât get rid of me <3333 :3c
Fallout is such a great mix of post-apocalyptic but also there is a society to play with. It's fun writing darker fic with the boys, I like when they're a little fucked up. There are different morals out in the wasteland, you gotta draw your own lines in the sand, decide where you stand and where you aren't going. Ghost's prerogative is survival and revenge, we're just unlucky enough to owe him a debt and get carted along for the ride.
As for Dorm advice... Get flipflops for the showers if you have communal bathrooms. Leave your door open when you can the first week or so, that way people can say hi and you'll know when people are going for food; it's way easier to make friends over lunch/dinner. Don't worry if your roommate isn't your best friend, just try to be cordial with them. My freshman roommate fucking hated me, I ended up spending most of my time in my friend's room since they lived down the hall and my room was just where I slept and studied, it was fine.
Having a roommate agreement sounds silly but is really helpful if you're having any sort of dispute, you can point to the paper you both agreed on and say "look you said you wouldn't bring people back here without giving me a heads up" or whatever. On the other end of that, if your agreement says you'll alternate taking out the trash and your roommate hasn't taken it out, just take it out. It's easier to just do things yourself most of the time. Maybe it's because I'm an oldest child but I tend to just fix things myself when they bother me, trying to get other people to do shit is pointless 75% of the time.
Honestly most people treat the dorms as just a place to sleep and study. It's your home, but it's also not. Which always feels weird to say but you'll get used to it fast. Don't sweat too much about it.
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scrolling through tumblr instead of doing my college paperwork (why do they need my immunization records? weirdos. thanks for accepting my application in like three days though) and sinking my teeth into fallout ghost bro (also you wouldnât happen to have dorm advice would you im desperate)
i love seeing writers i follow taking these boys and pushing them that nice apocalyptic dark.. thereâs something that itches my brain about fallout in particular and itâs feeding the worms bc truly anything can go with narrative depending on where you stick em. all that to say loooooooooove ur fallout stuff itâs living in my head forever now and you canât get rid of me <3333 :3c
Fallout is such a great mix of post-apocalyptic but also there is a society to play with. It's fun writing darker fic with the boys, I like when they're a little fucked up. There are different morals out in the wasteland, you gotta draw your own lines in the sand, decide where you stand and where you aren't going. Ghost's prerogative is survival and revenge, we're just unlucky enough to owe him a debt and get carted along for the ride.
As for Dorm advice... Get flipflops for the showers if you have communal bathrooms. Leave your door open when you can the first week or so, that way people can say hi and you'll know when people are going for food; it's way easier to make friends over lunch/dinner. Don't worry if your roommate isn't your best friend, just try to be cordial with them. My freshman roommate fucking hated me, I ended up spending most of my time in my friend's room since they lived down the hall and my room was just where I slept and studied, it was fine.
Having a roommate agreement sounds silly but is really helpful if you're having any sort of dispute, you can point to the paper you both agreed on and say "look you said you wouldn't bring people back here without giving me a heads up" or whatever. On the other end of that, if your agreement says you'll alternate taking out the trash and your roommate hasn't taken it out, just take it out. It's easier to just do things yourself most of the time. Maybe it's because I'm an oldest child but I tend to just fix things myself when they bother me, trying to get other people to do shit is pointless 75% of the time.
Honestly most people treat the dorms as just a place to sleep and study. It's your home, but it's also not. Which always feels weird to say but you'll get used to it fast. Don't sweat too much about it.
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Oh this was such an absolute treat to read! It was so fun and whimsical and I'm so glad Lilac could have a good day at Witch's despite all the fae buzzing around. I love her stutter and her colored grimoire, and how courageous she is to jump between Price and Witch! What a fabulous apprentice <3 I hope you write more :)
I found I'm actually enjoying writing in @ghouljams fae!AU. Here's Lilac's first meeting with Price, Keegan, and the Changeling/Ainsley.
Lilac stares in terror at the man, fae, standing in her mentorâs garden. He smiles at her and she chokes, shaking as he takes a purposeful step toward her.
âCalm down, little witch,â he chuckles, dropping his heavy hand on her head, âI donât eat children.â Lilac squeaks at his rough pats before watching with wide eyes as he walks past her, into Miss Witchâs house.
âPrice! Stop scaring Lilac!â Miss Witch scolds, her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. The fae, Price, chuckles and strides up to Miss Witch. Suddenly, Lilac sprints to stand between them, her arms outstretched in an attempt to block him from hurting Miss Witch.
âY-you canât h-hurt h-her!â She yells, fighting to keep her fear off her face as she stares up at his blue eyes. Price raises an eyebrow at Lilacâs declaration, tilting his head curiously.
âOh? Are you going to stop me?â he asks, not mocking, but curious. Lilac freezes, unsure of the correct answer when Miss Witch huffs behind her.
âPrice,â she intones. The fae raises his hands in surrender, chuckling as he once again steps around Lilac. The girl spins, terrified for her mentor. She knows Miss Witch is heavily warded, thatâs just what generational magic does, but Price feels strong. Maybe even stronger than Miss Witch, although magic does what it does, so she might be stronger?
âLilac,â Miss Witch calls, pulling Lilac from her panicked thoughts. Sheâs sitting on the bench while Price still stands, looking over his shoulder in amusement, âGo put the herbs back for me please. Then, you can copy down more of those minor spells.â Lilac hesitates, but ultimately, she nods and scurries back into the house, glancing over her shoulder worriedly to the garden.
Cleaning up the herbs takes a minute of squinting at Miss Witchâs handwriting and comparing it to the notes sheâs made on the spare notebook Lilac brought. It takes almost ten minutes, but sheâs confident at her accuracy. Another forty minutes is taken up by carefully writing out the most basic of spells in various colored pens. Miss Witch mentioned one of her accomplices likes using multiple colors for notes and wanted to see if it would help Lilac concentrate. It worked and now, her grimoire is currently being cleansed of all the black ink that barely meant anything, and theyâre waiting for a proper quill and ink set that will copy the multi-colored system that helps Lilac keep her thoughts in order. Beaming at her steady progress, Lilac stands up from her seat and scurries over to the door to the garden, opening her mouth to ask Miss Witch to look over her work, only to stop.
Price is laying on the bench, his head in Miss Witchâs lap, and a soft look on his face as he stares up at her. Miss Witch is humming a song Lilac swears she knows, her fingers combing through the faeâs hair softly, her expression just as soft.
âYâknow, Soapâll pout when I tell âim how nice you are tâ the little witch. Especially when yâre so mean tâ âim,â the fae rumbles. Miss Witch scoffs, going so far to tap his nose as they smile at each other.
âSoapâs a grown fae, Lilac is a child. They are completely different, and you know that,â Miss Witch reminds him with a smile, teasing. Price chuckles, his eyes fluttering closed when Miss Witch bends down enough to press a kiss to his forehead.
âDoesnât mean âe wonât bitch,â the fae reiterates before silence surrounds the couple once again. Lilac canât help but stare, awe and confusion mixing together.
Witches and fae donât mix, one of the biggest rules Granny beat into Racheal. No witch worth their salt would ever allow a fae into their home, their sanctuary, willingly. But, here they are, Miss Witch completely at ease while Price does nothing more than tease her. No threats of violence, no attempts at violence. Itâs a strange thing to witness, after being told and shown reasons that they canât interact.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the front door startles Lilac from her staring. She slowly turns to the door, blinking in confusion. Sheâs been here for a few days already, but Miss Witch always knows when customers are coming. Lilacâs never heard a knock at the door and she doesnât know what to do. Another knock sounds out, low on the door but insistent. Suddenly, Miss Witch strides past Lilac, a fond smile and shake of her head while Price follows with a frown.
âHello there,â Miss Witch says upon opening the door, âYou really need to stop doing this, sweetie. Your mom is going to be worried.â
âAnd Russâs gonna be a pain in the ass,â Price grumbles beside Lilac.
âRuss?â she asks, only to jump and squeak when a little changeling wraps their arms around her legs, looking up at her curiously.
âWho?â the little one asks, their voice taking on Miss Witchâs and Priceâs and maybe a few other people. Lilac blinks, before slowly raising her head. Miss Witch winces at the sound of so many voices at once, but she smiles.
âSheâs my trainee,â Miss Witch explains patiently, âHer name is Lilac.â The changeling hums and chitters like a chipmunk, a smile crossing their face that makeâs their cheeks appear chubbier. Lilac smiles back nervously, only for her nerves to be soothed when the child lets go of her legs to grab her hand. They ramble about decay and how it affects objects differently, from leaves turning from green to black, and a squirrelâs body caved in on itself before some birds got to it. Itâs interesting, how passionate the kid is about their topic.
âD-do you want tâ read a b-book?â Lilac asks, smiling when the child looks up at her excitedly. They nod and point at a book Miss Witch had told Lilac was about a dogâs life. Taking the book gently from the shelf, Lilac sits on the ground and jolts in surprise as the child climbs into her lap, forcing her to wrap her arms around the kid and rest her chin on their head to read.
They get through two chapters when a man appears with a dog. Lilac looks up and tightens her hold on the changeling fearfully. Heâs a tall fae, one that makes promises and demands rewards. One that can stack any deal in his favor.
âIâd appreciate if youâd let my kid go,â he drawls, the German Shepard beside him giving Lilac a warning growl. Swallowing and shying back, she glances down at the changeling worriedly, unsure as to the older faeâs plan for the little one. The faeâs face shifts, from a fake neutral expression to something softer, almost like comfort.
âIâm not gonna hurt him. I need to take him back to his momma,â the fae explains. The changeling on Lilacâs lap beams up at her and nods. Lilac swallows again, before nodding and releasing her hold. The changeling scrambles over to the man, giggling happily as theyâre scooped up.
âAlright, you monster,â the fae teases, âSay bye to your new friend.â
âBye-bye!â the changeling chirps, birdsong weaving through their voice. Lilac relaxes a bit and waves in return, watching as the fae says something to Miss Witch, only for her to scowl at him and Price to narrow his eyes. Quickly, he, his dog, and the changeling leave the cottage, as if this is a normal occasion.
âIs th-this normal?â Lilac asks.
âAbout every other week,â Miss Witch sighs, rubbing at her temples, âKeegan is a pain, but heâs fairly harmless. Especially around his kid. Just be careful if you see him on the street without his kid or partner.â
âYou have trouble with him?â Price asks her, his head snapping to look at her in concern and an almost righteous fury. Miss Witch waves it away.
âNo, more like he enjoys getting a rise out of people,â she explains with a sigh. Lilac swears she hears Price mutter about sounding right, but sheâs more concerned with her teacherâs frown.
âU-um,â Lilac stutters, âD-do you want t-to have your t-tea out in th-the garden? I-I-I can make it!â Miss Witch blinks at the offer before smiling, patting Lilacâs head.
âYes, please,â she agrees, turning to her garden and heading out. Lilac feels warm from Miss Witchâs kindness, unable to help but touch where the womanâs hand had patted.
âYouâre a pretty good kid,â Price says, startling Lilac from enjoying her warmth. Looking up, a sudden chill runs down her spine at the cold blue that stares down at her. He leans close and warns with smoke curling from his maw, âDonât do anything too stupid. You hurt her, you can disappear. Clear?â Lilac nods, mute in terror as examples of her âdisappearanceâ form from his smoke. He leans back and suddenly, heâs Price, the strange fae who likes Miss Witch again. He pats her shoulder and saunters out to the garden.
Lilac fixes up the tea and pours out a mug of wine that Miss Witch does every time she goes into the garden, her mind spinning at the whiplash of this past few hours. Especially Priceâs threat. Did she do something to upset him? Did she seem like a threat? Carrying the drinks out, Lilac notices that Price is now on the other side of the gate, almost pouting as Miss Witch scowls at him.
âU-um,â she starts, only to tense when Miss Witch snatches up the mug of wine and slams it on the wall.
âFinish that, then on your way,â she snaps.
âI only did that for your protection,â he says, like a reminder or an explanation.
âJust because it was in good intentions doesnât excuse you for basically threatening my trainee!â she snaps. Price huffs and takes a long drink from his mug, averting his eyes. Miss Witch sighs and turns to a confused Lilac.
âSorry about the overprotective idiot,â Miss Witch apologizes.
âO-oh, no! I-i-itâs okay!â Lilac tries to assure her, âI m-mustâve done something wrong! I-I canât do m-m-much right, s-so itâs fine.â Miss Witch gets that pinched look on her face, the same look she gets when Lilac mentions things Granny yelled at her. From the corner of her eye, Price grimaces, putting down his mug.
âNo, little witch. Keegan just riled me up and you were an easy target,â Price explains with a sigh, setting his mug down. Lilac blinks at that declaration while Miss Witch sighs. The woman gently scolds the fae while Lilac mulls his words over. Is she an easy target? Sheâs never been told that, so sheâs not sure. Maybe itâs something that will make sense when sheâs older.
#had to flappy hand my excitement out of my body after I finished this :)#so so cute your style is adorable and so fun to read#based on my fic#I hope to see more of Lilac in the future
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different anon here but i'm having issues with linksas well, but it's everyone's links not just yours! its only in the app so im assuming it's a tumblr issue :) but the links work fine on desktop! i noticed it yesterday it's superrrr annoying but tbh when has tumblr ever been lauded for their stellar performance lol
That's what I was assuming. If one of my links isn't working it's probably on me to fix, but if all of them aren't working(and I haven't mentioned redo-ing anything) then it's probably a tumblr issue.
The app is held together with duct tape and string so sometimes things just don't work. IDK how to fix that though I'm not a tumblr scientist.
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Hello! Just wanted to tell you that none of your links in your masterlists work for me for some reason!
I donât know if itâs my phones fault or maybe thereâs something actually wrong. Just wanted to let you know!
It might be your phone. Are you able to open any links on tumblr or just not mine? Do you need to update the tumblr app? You could try it on the mobile site and see if that works? I'm having no trouble opening links on my phone.
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