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insertnewselfshiphere · 3 months

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poc-friendly picrews

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reblogs are appreciated, this will be updated whenever i find more! if you want to suggest picrews to be added, do so in my asks or dms!

edit (03/02/2024): added 11 picrews to the list!

actionpilot's character creator

adriotes' character creator

adrisona maker

aiden's picrew

alli's oc creator

alohasushicore

amiiraux's chaotic gay maker

among us sona creator

anew's girl maker

astrolavas' character creator

avatar

aworus' friend maker

baydews avatar maker

bex's first picrew

bighead kid

black centered picrew

black centered picrew (fullbody version)

block game oc creator

bright's picrew hell,

bunnieclaire's character maker

caramael's character creator

cartoony maker

casual gay creator

cherevrie's avatar maker

childishspite's avi maker

cool kid maker

cosmitasia's character maker

cute chubby maker

cute girl creator

cutetimes (hair options are a bit limited)

djarn's character maker

djarn's character maker 2

doshi's oc avatar maker

elenaa's windswept oc maker

friend factory

friend maker

judelta's character maker

julliapple's character maker

gay time 2: electric boogaloo

girl maker

ghostofadragon's character maker

harvey's picrew 1 (only has straight hairstyles)

harvey's picrew 2 (only has curly hairstyles)

lichtenstyler

lima0nada

little guy maker

lulljevic's icon maker

makowka's character maker

makowka's character maker 2

marice creator

nah's picrew

nellseto's maker

nuclearvessel's character maker

nudekay's character maker

nuggts character maker

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peculiar icon creator

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piney's icon maker

pixel dating simulator maker

poicon maker

potatolord's persona creator

rainheal's character maker

rychu's picrew

sagravi creator

scuff's icon maker

semirealistic icon creator

smitty's ultimate maker-inator

something about them

sph.jpeg's icon maker

sqwidsona (hair options are a bit limited)

static maker

toon me! (a)

toon me! (b)

uris space maker

witchcrew

who me?

yee haw character creator

yet another character creator

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insertnewselfshiphere · 3 months

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If this post gets 10k notes by March, I will start taking better care of my health (something I have no motivation to do)

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insertnewselfshiphere · 3 months

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Melk aka Papersirens: Chief head of Tee's cult of antiblackness and predatory behaviour

Tw: Mentions of pedophilia, antiblackness, bullying and racism

Some days ago I made a post on Tee, explaining what she did and why she should never return until she apologized to my mutual, Naj.

That post didn't go beyond my sphere. Many people that follow me either don't care about antiblackness or fear Tee so they didn't reblog it. Only a handful of people came to my dms thanking me for speaking up for them against Ezra's antiblackness. I was reblogging that post all day but in the end, it did not really go far.

The very next day, I got a dm that sent me this picture.

I tried messaging Melk instantly, only to discover I was blocked, so I used my alt account to message her and she said something very strange

Normally, if someone said "Apologize to my friends" and you have nothing to do with it, you would reply "For what" or "Why?" But her response was very strange. What do you mean by 'haha no.'

So I went on my other alt account and observed the comments and likes on the post

Unfortunately for Melk and her group, they are not that smart. Because that very same day, I got hate anons about Tee, saying Tee had made me famous. And then another anon and then another, slew upon slew of hate anons calling me vile things and saying horrible things to me.

But you know why I didn't want to turn off my anons, I wanted to observe something. You see, a while back, after that one anon harrassed me, I installed a statcounter. I use it to measure traffic on my blog in situations like these and I realized that majority of those anons came from an unreferred link.

Meaning, they continously searched my blog's url and drop a hate anon. In fact, about majority of the visits recently is from people searching my url repeatedly. Some stay for short bursts and return to repeat it again, all from the same area and the same people. All from the same area. Even though the home address isn't always correct, I didn't need your exact location, I just needed the traffic and the similarity in I and Naj's hate anons to link you all to the crime.

Also, Melk had shared my post outside tumblr or on her dms, both to people on here. I didn't tag anyone on that post, so I wouldn't know how they found out if they ignored it.

Another thing is, there is a rat on my blog as well. papersirens wouldn't have known about that post without one of my mutuals sending it to her. I have observed that two of my mutuals are currently following Melk right now, but for the sake of love, I will not expose you yet. Come to my dms and tell me the truth and I will forgive you.

Which means that Melk and her group are responsible for the hate anons. Use vpn or what you want to use, btw. It won't protect you from Osinct.

Melk is also a Predator

Now, while I was doing all the search, I decided to check Melk's twitter. I saw something fishy on her account, and I was wondering; "If Tee is a victim, why is she trying so hard to protect Ezra?"

Then I saw this

So putting two and two together, I went on Melks twitter account and searched and this is what I found. Watch

Lo and behold, so this is why Melk and others viciously attacked me. She also thinks that it's okay for underaged people and grown people to engage in coitus. A lot of things began to make sense now on why I and Naj were attacked.

I decided, let me not post this video yet. I did give Melk and Tee 24 hours to apologize, but let me extend it and see if this evidence would at least get her talking. So I messaged her and I was blocked instantly

Immediately after that, poof, the post disappeared into thin air. If you weren't guilty why did you delete the post Melk?

And then again, she thought it was smart to continue to harrass me. Since she blocked me and I didn't block her, it is easy for her to search up my name and unblock me, send the message and block me again. She and her mutuals have tormented me with slurs and insults, that if I wasn't strong I would have deactivated.

This is the exact same racial violence that Tee inflicted on wakashawty. Anytime someone does better or speaks up against them, Tee and Melk team up with each other. If you've read Naj's post which is under this, you would know that these two interact with each other constantly. Which means Tee also is involved with this. In fact, Tee also is part of the people that sent mails to me.

In conclusion

I have a word of advice for you Melk. I have your discord user. I have your picture, your thin brows and short bob you're pissed you cut off. I know where exactly in Japan you live. I have decided not to dox anyone or use their IPs outside tracking traffic and observing them because I want to show your friend it is that easy not to be a piece of shit. All the mental agony you and Tee have out me through should be enough to just leak your photos and location. It is that easy. You would have completely deserved it because if you people could it to me, you would. You do not deserve any mercy, at all and yet I am merciful. I gave you so many chance to redeem yourself and publicly apologize and you threw my good heart in my face.

You bullied me for 2 days straight. Sent me racial slurs in droves and tried to gaslight me into thinking it was my fault for speaking up. You deserve everything you got.

Everyone on that @papersirens post is guilty and involved. Block them. Everyone that follows paper sirens is an accomplice that links them to the crime as well. I also have each and every of your IP addresses in my docs. You have seen how I exposed that anon yesterday, I don't pull my punches. Message me an apology and I will delete it.

You don't want to see the full extent of my anger. I've dealt the owner of my university a huge blow that he couldn't expel me without having a protest. You are nothing in comparison.

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I was eating and with certain dishes I will literally lick my plate clean (not in public but ill do it around friends and family). I can't stop thinking about the mer mafia seeing this for the 1st time and just... I can see then inviting MC to eat and specifically make foods they know MC will lick clean.

I can see the mer mafia (especially the tweels) having an oral fixation and give suggestive foods to MC too like lollipops or popsicles. Or even making a burger thats way too big so MC has to open their mouth wide to take a bite.

omggggg maybe it's a bit of a cultural thing. Merfolk, especially cecaelias, are known to give meals as courting gifts and feed their partners after sex. It's a cute point of confusion when merfolk are presented with food and treats by their human guides when visiting land, which is becoming more common.

The octotrio have been on land long enough to know that this isn't the case, yet they can't help but be engrossed in the sight of you licking the plate clean of the dish they'd so carefully made to your licking. It's drawing a heat deep into their belly, seeing the way your tongue moved against the plate, the pleased hums leaving your lips, and the satisfied smile you gave them. They're so down bad.

After that, you're being given all sorts of treats and sweets, especially popsicles, for the sole purpose of staring at your tongue and the way it moves, imagining it on them~

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insertnewselfshiphere · 4 months

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“We should get married.”

The sun is too hot. You’re too sweaty and dehydrated and horny and miserable to even entertain Mikey’s lackluster proposal. It’s not even a question. It’s a statement.

He looks serious too, and hot and sweaty and delicious. You want to lick the stray beads of sweat that have collected at the base of his throat.

But you can’t because it’d be unprofessional. So, you ignore him. Adjusting the lens on your camera to snap a few more pictures of him in the natural light.

There’s a giant hibiscus tucked behind his right ear and his head is tilted up to face the sky. He’s glowing. Between him and the orange hibiscus you’re not sure who the sun is loving more.

“Did you hear me?”

“Don’t move,” you instruct, ignoring him again. He’s turned to you for acknowledgment and the light catches in the strands of his hair. It frames him in a halo of light, and in this position the hibiscus pales in comparison to him. Him and his entirely too beautiful face. His upper body flexes lightly with the movement, exposing his tattoos for the camera and when he lifts a brow at you, your mouth goes dry.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“It’s too hot Mikey,” you complain. You’re still snapping away because Mikey is moving and every shift in the muscles of his arms as he turns toward you fully, the clenching of his abdominal muscles, you aim to capture them all.

“This was your idea,” he points out.

He’s right. It was your idea and you don’t regret it. Not when you get to see him like this (because there are very few people who can see him like this and you’re truly honored to be one of them).

He sits back, pressing his hands into the soft grass behind him and elongating his torso. His jacket falls open wider and more of the small tattoos scattered across his torso are revealed. You snap a few quick shots of him from the neck done.

“I know,” you smile as you sink onto the grass next to him to click through the last five pictures you’d snapped. They’re your favorite so far.

The first is a body shot that highlights the golden pendant that’s nestled in the hollow of his throat. There’s a small butterfly tattoo on his left collar bone and Roman numerals on his right. The tattoo above his Adam’s apple matches the wording in the pendant. ‘Monster’ printed in typewriter font.

The second is a torso shot. His skin is damp from a thin layer of sweat and the sun casts his normally pale skin in a golden glow. You’d managed to capture a bead of sweat as it trickled down between his abs.

The third makes you freeze.

“Delete that,” Mikey says from over your shoulder. The heat from his body seeps into your thin shirt as he plasters himself to your back.

He’s smiling in the picture. His head tilted downward as he looks at you through his lashes, a secretive smile playing on his lips. It’s breathtaking. You’d captured his entire top half. The flexing muscles in his arms, the bunching of the muscles in his shoulders.

“Nope!” you giggle, holding the camera out of his reach. Mikey glares playfully at you.

“The only way—” he lunges, eyes locked on your own, and snatches the camera from you, ignoring your indignant yelp“—you’re keeping this is if you say yes to marrying me.”

You squint, folding your arms in front of you. “You’re not serious.”

Mikey places the camera down carefully and turns his attention to you. “I am.”

He reaches for your hands and drags you into his lap, guiding them to his shoulders and settling his own on your waist. Your eyes narrow further as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m very serious.”

You’re a little taller than him like this and when he tilts his head up to look into your eyes the hibiscus falls free from behind his ear.

“I want to marry you,” he continues. “And then you can take as many pictures of me as you want.”

You swallow, your heart suddenly thundering as Mikey continues to stare at you. “As many pictures as I want? Do you promise?”

Mikey chuckles. “I promise.”

You eye him skeptically.

He presses a soft kiss to your chin. “I’ll even let you post some of them.”

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He presses a kiss lower to your throat, his hair tickling your chin as he nods.

“You’re not trying to trick me into saying yes right?”

Mikey lifts his head to level a blank look at you. “Would I need to trick you?”

“Fair point,” you acquiesce.

He leaves a kiss on your right cheek and then the corner of your mouth and when his tongue comes out to lick along the seam of your lips you sigh.

He takes advantage of that and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away you blink dazedly at him.

“Ask me to marry you again after I’ve had a shower,” you blurt.

Mikey’s brows furrow. “What?”

“I’m too sticky and sweaty and hot to think straight and your cock is right—” you roll your hips, dragging your clothed sex along his erection “—there! I’m not thinking straight.”

Mikey chuckles. “How about after I’ve fucked you ?”

You pause. “In the shower?”

Mikey groans, head falling against your shoulder. “Sure, I’ll ask you again after I’ve fucked you in the shower.”

“And I’ll say yes.”

“You fucking better,” he says. “I’d hate it if you forced my hand.”

You pretend you don’t hear the threat in those words.

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insertnewselfshiphere · 4 months

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Ahem

…I'll try to draw less sketchily in the future

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insertnewselfshiphere · 4 months

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Hello! I seen your requests are open! Could I request

Levi Ackerman x calm and kind reader where everyone’s on a mission and all of the sudden we got ambushed by titans. Reader is killing titans with Levi and her sister when she sees a hand reach down for her sister. She tries to get to her but instead she watches her sister get bit in half. Reader goes crazy and gets extremely violent with the titans because her sister was her sanity. After the battle everyone whose left alive are regrouping while reader walk up to a tree and takes her anger out on it(slicing punching etc). Levi sees her and stops her from hurting herself. Later back at camp shes training with an anger that she didn’t before so some jerk makes a joke that it took for her sister to die to become a real soldier. Levi comes around the corner to reader beating the shit out of the jerk. He gives her a warning and she listens but she’s still very violent towards targets during training and missions and cold to people. Happy ending please.

If you don’t, I totally understand! I just really like your writing style lol. ꨄ

─Levi x fem!reader

─Summary: Your entire kind personality breaks when a loved one dies, making you a completely different person, although there are people who remain by your side despite the change.

─Warnings: none

oh oh finally something to write about aot, ty! <3

You had always been a kind and warm person despite being part of the survey corps, despite having experienced a lot of atrocities, having seen so many deaths before your eyes. Your smile did not falter in the lowest moments, helping and taking into account all those who were badly injured after a cold battle, you felt that it was your duty to make everyone feel as good as possible to eradicate the problem, after all if hope is lost everything would be lost.

You had seen how many people fell apart when they saw their loved ones go to another life in a painful way, even though you felt sorry for them and helped them improve emotionally, you never knew what it felt like to lose someone for whom you would give your life without a second thought, ever, until your sister died inches from you by a titan.

You felt your vision darken, your breathing quickened and you crashed into some trees as you had lost control of your equipment, luckily you ended up high enough so they couldn't catch you, however you didn't shed more than a couple of tears, you swallowed your sadness, still stunned and unaware of what had happened.

You two were cleaning the area of titans and out of nowhere, from one moment to the next… she's gone? It had to have been a hallucination, your sister was alive and what you had seen was a hallucination due to fatigue, right?

"I-It's not true…"

All bravery was gone, you fell to your knees on the thick tree branch, screaming in indescribable pain, nothing in your body hurt, but something was burning inside you, you felt nauseous for a moment, but after a minute staring into space, listening to how a pair of titans were trying to climb the tree you were in, something lit up inside you, a furious flame.

You went crazy when you saw those titans, letting everything you were keeping inside you explode in the form of the desire to kill, you don't even remember what you did until Levi kicked you to stop because you were going to kill yourself if you continued like this.

You argued with him for stopping and you got a big punishment for disobeying orders from a superior, but you didn't complain, after all it would make you think about something other than the death of your sister, which you ended up accepting as the years went by.

Levi cannot remove that image of you, he knew that you were strong, with your limitations, but reliable enough to go in a small special group, he knew you well, he admired how you were capable of providing tranquility and hope to the most desolate people, he admired the warmth you transmitted, never in all his years working with you had he seen you lose your temper like that, even though he was scared to see you full of blood, red eyes and a furious look, he understood your pain, he had been there before.

He thought the drastic change to a tougher, less empathetic, and loner personality would go away as quickly as you got over your grieving phase, however it didn't seem to go away over time. No more kind words, no more selflessly helping people, no more considering leaving any titans alive for Hange. Levi wasn't bothered by your new way of being, in fact, you had more similarities now, but knowing you for years, it was like seeing a stranger and not the person he used to know.

He would love to be able to help you, give you words of support and return that warm and bright personality that he liked, but he was not the one, he was never good at expressing his feelings, taking cautious steps around the people he loved, he always created a wall of separation just in case, he couldn't stand any more deaths of people he really likes because it will affect him too much if he gets close enough to open up.

Despite the time that had passed, the anger and pain remained within you as you remembered the grotesque scene of your sister being devoured, it made you feel dizzy and restless, you found that training harder to get rid of your discomfort was a small solution to your conflicting thoughts. No one used to bother you at these times since you used to choose the hours when fewer people could find you, however some idiots had to watch you release all your anger by cutting trees in one fell swoop and hitting them until you bled.

"Oh look, I didn't think people here took hand-to-hand training so seriously."

"Look at those muscles, what strength!"

"Yeah, the death of her sister made her like that, before she was a weak ass, even I could beat her in a fight! There are people who need some canonical event to evolve, not me of course…"

Your actions stopped when you heard something you didn't expect from a mate, something that burned you to the depths of your being, you looked at the three guys who stood looking at you with stupid smiles, waving as if you hadn't heard anything.

You dragged your dominant foot along the ground, taking a breath, your best fighting pose to jump and bite their necks off if someone didn't get ahead of you.

"People like you should be food for titans, who gives you the right to talk like that about someone higher in rank than you!? You should show some respect towards people! Go before the punishment I give you is worse than I have in mind."

You rolled your eyes, watching harshly as Levi kicked their asses, watching as the three boys trembled like a leaf, you didn't bother to thank him, nor make a gesture of thanks, returning to your training.

"And you, what do you think you're doing? I thought I had banned you from training until further notice."

You sighed, frowning at Levi, he approached you with a determined look, you intended to start a fight with him to determine your dominance, however, he still managed to stop you, winning in hand-to-hand combat. You shifted like a worm as he sat calmly on your back, his hands gripping yours firmly, frowning at the new wounds on your knuckles.

"I learned my lesson Levi, now get off me."

"You haven't learned shit, your actions give you away, you don't have to act like that with me, I know what you're trying to do."

You mumbled some curses, feeling your eyes watering, although you were now a harder and colder person, it was only to cover your true sensitive personality, that Levi knew how to see through you bothered you.

"Just leave me alone, I promise not to continue training, but leave me go."

He sighed, slowly getting up but catching you before you ran away from him, grabbing your damaged hands carefully, avoiding your gaze, pulling you gently.

"I will let you go, but first we will heal these wounds, the next time you want to de-stress... know that my door is always open for you."

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You're staring, Izana notices.

He has no idea who you are, really, but you've been trying (and obviously failing) to sneak subtle glances at him the entire time since he stepped into the convenience store. It's starting to throw him off, just a little. For all he knows, you could be a spy from an opposing gang. Not a very good one, though.

Your gaze follows him as he walks towards the cashier and pays, and even as he walks towards the exit, plastic bags in hand. He pays it no mind as he feels it shift off him, the sound of the cashier greeting you the last thing he hears as he steps outside the store.

It didn't seem like you were going to pick a fight with him, he might as well just leave it be.

Besides, any gang that dared to come after Tenjiku would just be mercilessly crushed under his heel. A spy or two wouldn't change that fact.

The clouds above him rumble, dark and heavy, and he frowns, looking up at the cloudy sky. It would be a pain in the ass if it rained while he was in the middle of walking home. Maybe he could call Kakucho to pick him up. Or he could just buy an umbrella from the store right behind him…

The sound of footsteps snap him out of his thoughts, and he glances to the side to see you, head lowered and lips mouthing numbers as you take inventory of the things in your plastic bag. You don't seem to have noticed him, he notes in amusement.

His theory proves true when you look up, done from counting, and nearly jump at the sight of him staring straight at you. Your eyes are wide, the way you freeze reminding him of a prey caught by its hunter, and he can't stop himself from having a little fun.

“You were staring at me quite a lot earlier, huh?” He says, relishing in the way your face flushes with embarrassment, and the way you instantly try (and fail) to school it into a look of nonchalance. “Is there a problem?”

You cough awkwardly, eyes suddenly unable to look at him despite being fully glued onto him just minutes ago. Izana watches you squirm, all too used to these shows of discomfort. Based on most of his past interactions, you'll probably come up with some lame excuse on why you were staring at him, then take the first opportunity you have to run away. Or get defensive, and aggressively deny you were doing anything of the sort. People always act the same when confronted with their actions. Izana's used to the same old song and dance.

He wonders which route you’ll take.

To his surprise, you take neither of them.

You seem to come to a decision, gaze snapping up to him, nervous but suddenly full of what seems like determination.

“There's no problem, I was just staring because–” You falter a little here, cheeks reddening a little again, before you pull yourself together with a quick shake of the head. “Because, well…your eyes.”

“Hm?” That response certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “What about them?”

“They're beautiful.”

The words are said so plainly, without a trace of any doubt, and Izana is shocked speechless.

While he doesn't deny that he's good looking, the word ‘beautiful’ and any part of him have never been together in the same sentence before. That he's heard of, at least. Even if any of his subordinates had the guts to consider him ‘beautiful’, they definitely wouldn’t have the guts to say it to his face. Granted, you probably don’t have any idea who he is, but still. This is definitely a first.

(And even so, the thought that something about him could be beautiful was something that had never occurred to him.)

“...Really?” The words come out in a whisper before he could stop himself.

You nod vigorously, and once again Izana is thrown off by the fact that it's something you're so sure of. As if the thought of it being untrue has never even crossed your mind.

His response seems to appear to you as an invitation to talk more, as you continue speaking, hesitation fading away with each word that comes out of your mouth. “They're just such a beautiful shade of purple, like amethysts. I've never seen anything like it before. And paired with your long white eyelashes and white hair, you look like someone's painting came to life.”

"I don't know if anyone's told you before, but you're really a sight to behold."

There's a light, pleasant feeling in his chest.

He doesn't know what it is.

“Ah!” You suddenly slap your hands over your mouth. “I spoke too much! God, I must've sounded like a creep, I'm so sorry–”

A laugh cuts you off from your panicked rambling. Izana doesn't quite know why he's laughing, but seeing you panicking over saying the wrong things despite being fully shameless literally right before just seemed so funny, and well, there's such a nice warmth in his chest; indulging in it doesn't hurt, right?

(He doesn’t notice the stars in your eyes as you stare, almost in awe, at his laughing visage.)

“What’s your name?” You’re interesting, he’s decided. It would be a shame to let you just slip away.

“[name].”

He lets out a hum. “[name], huh…got it.”

“Wait.” You call out to him, just as he turns and begins to walk away. “What’s yours?”

He doesn’t notice, but as he turns back, there’s a genuine, serene smile on his face that would’ve shocked even the noisiest Haitani twins into silence at seeing it on the face of the highly feared leader of Tenjiku.

“Izana. Don’t forget it.”

(He’s scolded nonstop by Kakucho when he shows up at home, soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside.

“It’s not like you to be so careless.” Kakucho huffs, drying his hair roughly with all the fierceness of an Asian mom. “You knew it was going to start raining on your way back, why didn’t you just call for one of us to get you from the store?”

Izana hums unconcernedly. “I was already walking away from the store, I couldn’t just stop and turn back.”

“Huh?? Why the hell not??”

“Don’t be stupid, Kakucho. I would’ve looked so uncool.”

“??????”)

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This is my mom's 14 year old cat "Sleepy" (and my daughter's best friend) My mom passed away on her birthday in 2021 from stage 5 cancer. I could tell you a million stories about how much this furbaby means to us and how much of a blessing she has been to our lives... but that's not as important as getting her help right now.

Just before Christmas my daughter was cuddling her and noticed a discharge was leaking from her nipples. I reached out to a friend who is knowledgeable about everything feline. She recommended we give her a warm shower and clean the area with soapy water and take a picture to send her. The picture made our hearts sink. Sleepy has always had a soft underbelly that droops a little when on all fours. We certainly never noticed anything before. The day after we took the picture she ulcerated (seen in the other pictures) I had sterile wound care supplies from when I took care of my mom, and my friend recommended a product sold at petsmart called silverhoney. I have been applying that and changing out her dressing every day. But it's not healing. I even tried to put a very small amount of triple antibiotic cream around (not on) the ulcerations but I'm not comfortable doing that again as there is too much negative information online about using it on cats. (despite what vets have recommended in the past) because of the infection its spread into her lungs. She's struggling to breathe and with antibiotics she only has days left.

I work a fulltime and a part time job just to keep a roof over our heads. I'm poorer now than when I was on SSI. If I could have afforded to take her to the vet when the first picture was taken, I would have! I feel absolutely horrible about not having any kind of savings for emergencies. I don't even make enough to save... I don't want her to get sepsis or gangrene or develop abcesses or watch her slowly die over an infection that needs antibiotics. I have a suspicion not a diagnosis, and I don't even have enough money to put her down if what's going on isn't treatable. I absolutely hate asking for help when I work this hard at 2 jobs with nothing to show for it but covering the basics. But I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for her. She needs to be seen. Any financial help is so so needed and greatly appreciated.

I have a PayPal. The estimate reflects the only vet in our tricity area that will take donations over the phone but they require the money upfront. I applied for care credit and was denied.

I didn't set up a gofundme as they take too much money out, and the payments take too long to come through. She needs to be seen asap.

I don't know what else to do. My heart is breaking. She's all I have left of my mom. She's my daughters best friend. God Bless anyone that can help. 🙏

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insertnewselfshiphere · 4 months

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Please write more L stories. His neck was made to be kissed, sucked and bitten

Hellooo friend, as soon as I finish writing about my number 1 stinky bastard, Muzan, I will be working on an L story. And you're so right though so I'll just leave you with this little drabble and hopefully it'll help fill the gap.

SFW. Mildly suggestive. Just a lot of kissing and feeling kinda horny.

Kissing L.

Recently, L has discovered a new way to relieve tension, namely curling up in bed with you, expressing his fondness for you by making out. It's pretty early in your relationship and you haven't gone much further than kissing and a little touching while still clothed, but boy, does he ever give that his all.

He groans against your lips as his fingertips trace the curve of your ear and down to your jaw, enjoying the way he can get your breath to catch with a touch. His tongue caresses yours, every explorative touch eliciting more sounds of pleasure; muffled moans, adoring sighs. He could do this for hours, lips tingling, heart thrumming, his body warm against yours in the sanctuary of your arms. Every unsolved case and vexing problem that was plaguing him before is almost completely forgotten

He's just enamored with you, fascinated by you. You're complex in so many ways and simple in others; an enigmatic but familiar comfort. All of this feels so easy and natural, instinctive, yet so new and exciting, He feels good from the top of his head to the curling tips of his toes, and he's quite certain that nothing can even hope to compete with the pleasure he gets from kissing you.

He's enjoying it so much he almost protests when your lips break away from his, dark eyes pleading with you to come back to him, fingertips pinching the fabric of your sleeve. But he only has to suffer the loss of your kiss for a moment, before your lips are trailing down the angle of his jaw.

"Oh... that feels nice," he says, his voice low and soft. He lifts his chin a little, leaning into your kiss, inadvertently exposing the long, toned column of his neck to you. Kissing your lips is wonderful, but to have you kiss his skin feels intimate in a completely new way, one which, while pleasant, he's still processing.

But the moment he feels your mouth on his throat he's a goner, his body tingling unlike anything else he's ever felt before. His eyes are wide, his lips parted around a silent cry. The tingles he gets from kissing you all pool beneath his navel, making his cheeks darken and his breaths grow shallow. He's barely even aware of the way he subconsciously tilts his hips toward yours. Logical thought is as distant a possibility as flight.

"Ohh... that is... I can't..."

"Is this okay?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper, breath warm and fluttery against his sensitive skin.

"Yes," he says bluntly, arching his neck, pressing it to your lips, unable to resist the sensation for more than a few seconds. "Though perhaps I should tell you, you are arousing me. I'm incredibly turned on."

Your lips curve briefly into a grin against his neck as you resume your kisses, and his follow suit, albeit briefly. A fresh wave of tingles dart even lower than his navel as you graze your teeth against his throat, and his smile is interrupted by a blissful, fragmented moan.

He may be the best at unraveling mysteries, but you are, he's quickly discovering, unmatched when it comes to unraveling him.

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insertnewselfshiphere · 5 months

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I'm sure you're tired of hearing this

Especially because I'm so awful at maintaining connections again

But I'm really not okay

And I don't know what to do

#so I know I’m just a stranger who doesn’t even follow you but I know what you mean #i understand #I don’t even know how to help myself so the only advice I can give you is #to drink plenty of water #eat a decent amount of food #and get plenty of sleep #don’t forget to talk to a trusted source or even a random stranger #whichever one you’re comfortable with doing #don’t forget you’re loved by friends and family #and it may be a good idea to seek professional advice. that’s what I’ve been doing and so far it seems to work

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insertnewselfshiphere · 6 months

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Double Whammy:

Levi: MC, I know what you've been doing!!

MC: ???

MC: What'd I do?!

Levi: I talked to Asmo! He said the only reason you could laugh at my dumb jokes is because you're flir... f-flirting.... with me...!

Levi: Is that true??

MC: Levi...

MC: I'm not forcing myself to laugh at your jokes... I'm laughing because I think you're funny!

Levi: *blinks, not expecting this development*

Levi: O-oh... So. You haven't been flirting with me?

MC: Oh no, I been throwing more "GO" signals your way than a traffic light stopped on green. I'm just not faking my way to get there.

Levi: I literally don't deserve you-

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insertnewselfshiphere · 6 months

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Diavolo: Solomon... It's been a while.

Solomon: Diavolo, I want to take MC home.

Diavolo: What do you mean?

Solomon: ...

Solomon: I know you've turned them into a demon against their will.

Diavolo: No. They became a demon on their own.

Solomon: Then why do you have their grimoire?! It's not for you to possess!

Diavolo: You're right, Solomon. Here. Why don't you have it?

Solomon: Huh?

Diavolo: You're a human and the most powerful sorcerer in the whole world.

Diavolo: Why not try to make a pact with them?

Solomon: DIAVOLO!!

Diavolo: Why are you getting so worked up? I'm only asking you since MC is now a demon.

Diavolo: They might be more powerful than the brothers. Aren't you interested to see what they're capable of?

Solomon: ...

Solomon: Where are you keeping them?

Diavolo: In the cell next to Barbatos's.

Barbatos: Please forgive me, MC. For being useless to you.

MC: ...

MC: No... I should be the one apologizing. You're here because of me.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: Solomon will get you out of here.

MC: ...

MC: I don't want to see him.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: MC, I know you're afraid.

Barbatos: But you need to get out of here.

MC: What if I accidentally kill him? I have no control of myself, Barbatos.

Barbatos: Then it would just be like that.

MC: ...

MC: I hope Solomon will defend himself from me. And forget that I was once a human.

Barbatos: ...

Luke: ...

MC: Welcome back, Luke. Are you a dominion now? *genuinely smiles at him*

Luke: *nods*

Luke: Father asked me for my opinion.

Luke: What should I do, MC?

MC: ...

MC: Luke, my opinion doesn't matter. I'll accept any judgment you give me.

Luke: ...

Luke: I see.

Luke: When that time comes, will you hug me for the last time?

MC: ...

MC: Yes. Of course.

Raphael: ...Aren't you worried?

MC's doll: Not at all.

Raphael: ...

MC's doll: Say, Raphael?

Raphael: What?

MC's doll: If the opportunity comes knocking on your door,

MC's doll: Will you go and accept it?

Raphael: What are you talking about?

MC's doll: *chuckles*

MC's doll: You'll see.

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insertnewselfshiphere · 6 months

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I wanna add my two cents to this.

Teens are not adults... But they are also not children, they are teens, an entire different category.

Don't treat teens like adults, but dON'T TREAT THEM LIKE CHILDREN EITHER.

I PREFER for people to have their ages in their bios because of the controversial content I post sometimes, but I don't block people who don't have their age. Wanna know why? Two reasons.

People LIE. PEOPLE LIE. YOU CAN TYPE ANY NUMBER AND THERE IS NO WAY TO KNOW IF IT'S REAL.

And NO ONE, NO ONE, needs to know ANYTHING about you. No name, no age, no place of residence, of birth, school, nothing.

YOU OWE NO ONE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT YOU.

I'm the first born in my family, I raised my siblings, befriended their friends, helped everyone with their homework, gave them advice, listened to their problems, their traumas, their crushes.

I babysitted and nannied. I took care of my younger cousins, neighbours' kids.

I was bullied by most of my classmates so I hung out with kids from the lower grades a lot, was in extracurriculars with kids much younger. And guess what. Never has anything been creepy. I have the full trust of their parents because, oh my God, who would have thought, being an adult doesn't automatically make you a creep.

Groundbreaking.

Hell, I know there's PLENTY of minors following me. Here and in my other accounts. I was those minors too.

I will never "get rid" of the kids that came to me for conversations about our favorite characers, favorite manga, headcanons, fanfics we like, music we enjoy, hobbies we have.

I will never cut off the kids who trusted me enough to invite me into their life and give me the PRIVILEGE of learning about them and their struggles, and even allowed me to help in any way I could.

I won't abandon the teens that took a risk and told me what was on their minds and welcomed me into being a part of their growth.

If anyone wants to see me as a predator or groomer, go ahead, I know who I am and what my intentions are. I don't give a shit about what you have to say, what I care about is those kids you say you want to protect so bad yet you isolate.

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