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I have spent the last 48 playing Genshin and I am tired and haven’t made a DENT
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Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn
1. You are responsible for your own media experience.
2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.
3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.
4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.
5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.
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thinking of possessive!haitani brothers who’d only let those who can beat them in a fight shoot their shot with you.
Despite many suitors that waltzed into your life claiming they were better company, it always ended the same way—broken bones and broken egos. Tonight was no different as lucky number seven tried it while you were topping off your drink. Either of them would’ve done it for you no problem, but where was the fun in that? Especially with the shitload of looks you got during your walk from their section to the bar. Only a matter of seconds before some sorry sucker became the brothers’ entertainment for the night.
“Oi. Twelve o’clock.” Rindou nudged his older half, jutting his chin in the direction of the prowling gigachad. “Get a load of this guy.”
Ran sized up the guy from over the rim of his glass. Good physique, clean shaven, styled like some haughty movie star, straight teeth and flashy jewelry to subtly showcase how fat his wallet is, no doubt. This one could be considered a worthy opponent, someone they could take their time toying with when they eventually swoop in to shut him down.
He snorted, setting down his drink. “What’s our move?”
Rindou clicked his tongue, tilting his head. “Give it a good three minutes, tops. Let him butter her up, pay for her drink maybe. If she’s not feeling him, make our appearance and take the bastard out back.”
“Hm,” Ran hummed, nodding. Then, his grin turned sharp. “And if she is feeling him?”
They both watched intently as you giggled away at whatever the guy just whispered in your ear, playfully shoving his shoulder while he flashed you an award-winning smile. The two brothers clenched their jaws at the display, that familiar venomous feeling bubbling in the pit of their stomachs and clawing up their chests. Ran appeared unbothered, aside from the unreasonably strong grip around his glass, while Rindou wore his irritation out on his sleeve—Furrowed brows, curled upper lip, stiffened shoulders that shook with adrenaline—They were pissed. And they were thrilled.
Rindou cracked his neck. “We make her watch.”
Even though they were certain you’d be upset having to witness another violent display of their devotion, it would surely pass. This was merely a reminder that no one could take better care of you than they could. It was a necessary evil, something they knew riled you up in the best way—Why else would you continue entertaining these bozos, right in front of them?
Ran nodded once more, releasing the glass that now sported a small crack on the side. “Couldn’t agree more, otouto.”
#I am….feeling things#feeling so many things#siGGGGH#I love possessive men#specifically possessive Haitani men#tokyorev#tokyo revengers#tokyorev x reader#ran haitani#rindou haitani#haitani brothers#tokyo revengers x reader
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7:28pm — hanma shuji
hanma shuji came home from work, clearly tired from attempting to come to terms with his client. his client’s views on what they wanted in their photoshoot was ridiculous and hanma was not about to break his back trying out an angle that the couple saw on tiktok.
with a gruntled sound, he set down his helmet on the table beside the door before he announces that he’s home.
receiving no response, a smile forms on his face as he hears you let out a laugh and his daughter echoing with small giggles.
“what’s got my babies so happy and why am i late to the party?” he asks, leaning against his arm propped on the doorframe, you jumped at the sound of his voice, two pairs of (e/c) eyes staring back at him and he almost wanted to take a picture of the two of you looking like deers in headlights.
“nothing!” you say, trying to stifle your laugh as you realize that the intruder was your husband, shuji.
“since when did you get home?” you asked, playing with your toddler’s chubby arms.
“a few seconds ago.” he says then basically launches himself on the bed, you smacked him playfully as his weight shifted you and your daughter.
“what were you laughing about?” hanma reiterates his question and you let out a laugh once more.
“i was teaching (d/n) names.” you explain simply. hanma raises a brow. what was so funny about that?
you hold up a printed picture of your family towards your daughter.
“what’s your name?” you asked your daughter, pointing at her in the photo. “(d/n)” your daughter pronounces clumsily, hanma internally coos at her.
“what’s mommy’s name?” “moooommyyyy” your toddler repeats, a cute smile on her face. before hanma could intervene and correct her, you asked another question.
“what’s dada’s name?” hanma was expecting a cute drawn out “dada” just like how she did with yours.
he was not expecting, however, for your toddler to take a deep breath in.
“shuuujii!” with that, hanma freezes in his tracks and you couldn’t help but laugh.
it was hard to catch hanma shuji off guard, but all it took was a three year old toddler to make him freeze.
“what’s daddy’s name again?” you knew hanma heard, but it was entertaining to see his reaction to this.
“shuuji!” hanma realizes that the tone (d/n) was using was the tone that you use whenever you scold him.
hanma looks at you with disbelief then back to his babygirl who was sucking her thumb, big eyes looking back at him innocently. his baby does no wrong. (d/n) could never do anything wrong in his eyes. he’s whipped for his little bundle of joy who looked like both of you.
“why’d you teach her that?!” hanma whines and you throw your hands up in false surrender.
“i didn’t teach her that, she just knew her daddy’s a big headache.” you tease and hanma could hear (d/n) parrot back the last words.
with a glare, he scoops up your daughter and hold her protectively against his chest and stands up, leaving you in the room.
“hey!”
“you’re rubbing off too much on her, stop being a bad influence.” hanma says before walking away.
“i’m the bad influence?!” you yell back, a tone of disbelief laced but it wasn’t serious.
“yuh huh!” hanma yells back childishly.
“nuh uh!” your daughter replies back in defense of you and you couldn’t be any prouder.
“come on, work with me babygirl.” hanma pouts to your toddler before he places a big fat smooch on her chubby cheek.
“you’re very lucky you’re cute.” he mutters as he plays with her little cheeks.
needless to say, hanma spent the entirety of the night trying to get your daughter to say “dada.”
note: yeah i have no idea why i wrote a hanma fic 😔 do not perceive me.
#nie you don’t understand#I’ve been fending off Hanma for so long#and this just send me over the edge#why…when i get you 🫵🏻#WHEN I GET YOU 🫵🏻#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev x reader#tokyo revengers#hanma shuji#hanma x reader
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Hi hi everyone! So I'm in a big slump so I wrote out a new prompt list to try and get back into writing! :) So feel free to check it out -> here and make sure you check who and what I write for!
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1:01am - kurokawa izana
note: enemies (?) to lovers, reader dislikes izana (or does she) :p translations posted below but i advise reading the entire fic first <33
“ang ganda mo talaga.” izana says and you stop in your tracks, looking at him with a glare. “what the fuck did you just say to me?” izana only smiles, walking away.
you turn to look at rindou who was raising a brow at the event that just happened. “can you believe that guy?!” you said, feeling annoyed.
rindou shrugs. “i don’t think he did anything wrong, you just hate him.” you sighed, pissed off.
“i don’t hate him. i just don’t like that he keeps talking in his other language behind my back, i mean, who knows what he’s been saying!” you explain. “he might have been calling me dumb!” rindou snickers at your statement.
“i don’t think izana needs to speak filipino to call you dumb.” “what’s that supposed to mean?!” rindou says nothing and you almost want to whack him across the face with ran’s baton.
“all i’m saying is, you’re overthinking it.” rindou assures before he stands up and walks away, presumably walking towards his brother.
you scoff, glaring daggers at the tenjiku’s leader’s back.
“you don’t get it, kakucho!” you rant to the scarred man who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. you’ve been going at it for the past 15 minutes just because izana graced your presence a little while ago.
“ang ganda ng ngiti mo, sana lagi ka nalang nakangiti.” izana winks, a smirk on his face but you misinterpret that as him being condescending. to be fair, izana said no word to you but barged in you and kakucho’s conversation. hence why you and kakucho’s topic shifted from gangs to the tenjiku leader himself.
“you’re overthinking it, (y/n).” kakucho tries to calm you down, but to no avail.
your nose flared, a sharp inhale followed as you seemed to be getting pissed. “that’s what rindou said the other day. god damn, were all of you briefed about his stupid language? why do all of you keep saying that?!” kakucho says nothing, not wanting to reveal what his boss meant.
in all honesty, kakucho grew up so close to izana that he himself could speak a few phrases, he knew what izana was saying but it wasn’t his place to play translator for you.
“aha!” you snap, as if you had the greatest idea, kakucho looked at you but said nothing, waiting for you to continue “what if i learn to speak the language?” kakucho couldn’t help the snort that came out of his mouth, and you looked at him as if he offended your entire bloodline.
“sorry, sorry.” kakucho waves his hand in dismissal, “but you do know that a translator app exists, right?” a gasp left your lips at kakucho’s suggestion.
“oh my god, you’re so right.”
kakucho knew it wasn’t his place to meddle, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t give you ideas.
it was about time you knew what the hell izana was saying anyways
the next time you saw izana, you had your phone ready, the translator app’s microphone option was turned on and you were anticipating what the tanned male would say.
“oi, izana!” the tanned male looked back at you with an unimpressed face, eyebrow raised in question.
your hands were behind your back, phone tucked away to hide from his violet eyes.
“what?”
“how’s my outfit?” you twirled playfully, wanting to hear a snarky comment because you knew that the fit you wore for today looked ridiculous. it had no styling whatsoever and the colors did not mesh in any way, making you look like a hot mess.
izana gave you an up-down, eyes calculating, probably finding the words to say before he looks at you with a smile– that you couldn’t tell whether it was sarcastic or what.
“kahit ano isuot mo, maganda ka parin.” “no matter what you wear, you still look beautiful.”
shit. your phone blared out. you forgot to adjust the setting and the app kept repeating the translation.
your face burned at the blatant exposure of your plans, only to hear izana chuckle.
“if you wanted to know what it meant, you could’ve just said so.” “that’s bullshit! you wouldn’t tell me what you meant.” izana smiles as he takes a step closer to you.
“ang cute mo pag nagagalit ka.” “you’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“w-what?”
izana sighs, as if he were disappointed. “i thought i could keep up the teasing longer.” he says before he looks you in the eye.
“ngayon, liligawan na kita ha? bawal humindi ♡.” “now, i’m going to court you, alright? you can’t say no. ♡” god you hated how deep his voice was in a different language. it does things to you that you do not want to explain.
but you couldn’t find it in you to say no either. not that you wanted to in the first place.
guess kakucho's plan worked out because now he can stop hearing izana fawn about you in two languages. (oh how wrong he was)
translations ♡
ang ganda mo talaga - you really are so beautiful.
ang ganda ng ngiti mo, sana lagi ka nakangiti - your smile is really pretty, i hope you always smile
note: might write a part two if i feel like it but im not making any promises lmao
#SIIIIIIGH#I love Izana#I love Nie#giving your brain the biggest smooch rn#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev x reader#tokyo revengers#izana kurokawa#Izana Kurokawa x reader
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reblog to give this person you rb’d it from the strength to complete their tasks
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smut prompts pt 2 - minors + ageless blogs dni
all these came from my side blog, and all links go back to the original poster so the credit goes to them, please know that some of these prompts are darker.
Subtle suggestive smut prompts
smut prompt list
𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺
Forbidden Romance
NSFW OTP AU Prompts
dark prompts + kinks
𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑺
𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙈 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆♡‧₊˚
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻.
୧ ‧₊˚ 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑺 ⋅ ☆
dark / taboo tropes
cnc prompts
“we just happen to love hate fucking each other” prompts
“we’re supposed to be friends with benefits but what the hell happened?” prompts
“discreet sexual tension at a summer party” prompts
dirty text prompts
LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS
#sky is trying to get back into writing#sharing this so i can go back to these to get inspo#writing prompts#smut prompts
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“You shouldn’t glorify violence in your stories” well I’m glorifying it. Sexualizing it even.
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And if I start writing all the Souya thoughts I have in my head then what
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Sky thinks she's going to ignore requests for a while and try and just start writing what she wants to really write for a while
#i've just been stressed over requests and wanna ignore them for awhile#still accepting requests but they'll be on the back burner for a sec
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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which y/n stereotype are you?
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