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fordohyon · 9 months

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BEAR MASCOT...

PAIRING -

Kim Woonhak x GN! Reader

SUMMARY - (not really s summary but a preview(ish) thingy??)

You sigh as you remove the heavy mascots head, a cool breeze from a fan chilling your flushed cheeks. You notice one of the basketball players standing behind you. Number 23. "I never knew you were a girl," he comments. "Or pretty."

TAGS -

fluff, fluff, and…. fluff!!

WARNING(s) -

mistaking reader for a girl, calling reader pretty, Mutual pining? maybe being too short. English isn’t my first language so please expect grammatical & spelling errors 😭

lmk if i left out anything,, Not proofread!

WORD COUNT - 1.3k

A/N - should i make this into a series??? also plz tell me if there are any grammatical errors or what. I'd also really appreciate it if you give me feedback and reblog!!

It's been precisely two hours since you donned the bear mascot outfit representing your school. You only agreed to do it because no one else volunteered and thought it might be fun. However, the experience has been anything but fun. With only 30 to 40 minutes left in the costume, you are counting down the seconds until you can take it off.

The basketball jersey, hat, and shoes the bear is wearing are decorated with your school's logo, with the school's signature colors of yellow and green accenting the trim, number, and player names. You are thankful that nobody from other sections knows it's you inside the costume; otherwise, you would feel incredibly embarrassed.

You check the time and realize that 20 minutes have already passed. You hope the game will end in the next 10 minutes or so. A few students request a picture with you, and you oblige them. Five more minutes pass, and the game is nearly over. You can’t wait to get out of the mascot outfit and take a shower.

Sweat drips down to your ankles, causing you to shiver. This is the longest you have ever worn the mascot, 2 hours and 10 minutes.

After what had seemed about an eternity, the game finally finished. All of the players and spectators collected their belongings and fled. Except for a handful who freshened up or spent time with their friends prior to heading home, unfortunately for you, Kim Woonhak happened to be one of those individuals, for whom you were growing feelings.

Once everyone had left, you finally had the chance to rid of the ludicrous costume that had caused you to sweat profusely. Though you noticed a few lingering figures in the vicinity, you chose not to approach them, assuming they were likely teachers, janitors, or guards. As you removed the mascot's head, a cool breeze struck your face. you were taken aback to find Kim fucking Woonhak standing there, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging in what appeared to be an utter shock - as though he had just witnessed the most unbelievable thing in his life. "I... I never knew you were a girl, or uhm.. uhh... pretty!" Holy shit. This is extremely mortifying. You can't even begin to express the depths of humiliation you're feeling. The fact that it involves Kim Woonhak, the person you've had the most obvious crush on since sixth grade, makes it incredibly, excruciatingly, so intensely humiliating. Is it just you or does it seem like the fan isn't working?

"Thank... you?" The words slipped out of your mouth, your voice wavering with uncertainty. As you fidgeted with the bottom half of the mascot, your hands betrayed your nervousness. The expression on your face told the whole story - a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and the discomfort of being caught off guard. Sweat trickled down your forehead, emphasizing the redness that flushed your face, a combination of the stifling heat and the overwhelming humiliation of the moment. Woonhak's unexpected presence only intensified your unease, leaving you at a loss for words.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I-I was just checking if anyone was here since I was uh, gonna lock up the.. uhm... gym!" Woonhak stammered, his apology filled with genuine concern. He tried his best to shed the awkward tension that enveloped the air but fell short in his attempt.

"It's alright. No need to apologize," you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here either. I assumed it was just teachers and guardians. Guess we both got caught off guard." You utter as you took hold of the lower half of the costume, a sudden chill in the air sent a shiver down your spine. The contrast between the hot and humid gym and the cooler surroundings intensified the discomfort, further adding to the already awkward situation.

Woonhak nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on you with an intensity that made you feel self-conscious. You tried to disregard it, but the emotion only grew stronger. You wished you could just evaporate- or at least get out of this sweaty, reeking costume.

As you struggled to remove the rest of the bear suit, Woonhak stepped forward to help. You were grateful for the gesture, but it only caused you to feel more exposed and vulnerable. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your hands were quivering so badly that you could barely get a hold of the zipper.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were unburdened by the costume. You took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the calm draft wash over your sweaty skin. You turned to thank Woonhak, but he was already walking away, his head down and his hands playing with the fabric of his jersey.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but you couldn't blame him for wanting to get away from the awkward situation. You gathered your things and headed out of the gym, feeling fatigued and embarrassed. you couldn't help but replay the uncomfortable encounter in your head, wondering if things would ever be the same between you and Woonhak.

As you make your way out of the gym, you notice Woonhak and his group of friends looking at you. Just as you try to avoid their gaze, he rides up to you on his bike, beckoning you to join him. "It'll be faster if you ride with me. Don't forget to take a warm shower, wouldn't want you to catch a cold. I want to see you tomorrow!" His words catch you off guard, and you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement.

Up close, Woonhak looks even better than you remembered. His endearing smile and delicate demeanor make him seem like a big teddy bear. You hesitate for a moment, recalling the events that happened earlier, but ultimately agree to ride with him. "Uh, okay," you reply, your voice tinged with nervousness. Despite your uneasiness, you're grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with him.

As Woonhak makes his way down the road on his bike, he suddenly turns to you. "Hug me, so you don't fall." he says with a smile. You're surprised by his proposal, but you don't hesitate to envelop your arms around him. As you hold on to him tightly, you feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. It's as if all of your nervousness vanished at that moment, and you can't help but feel grateful for his presence. Being in his arms feels like a dream come true, and you can't help but wonder if this is the start of something special.

As you ride on his bicycle, you can't help but feel a sense of security and contentment. The wind rushes through your hair, and the relaxed breeze washes over your skin. You feel alive and free, and for the first time in a long while, Woonhak's company is enough to make you feel safe.

As you reach your destination, you shift to thank Woonhak for the ride. But before you can say anything, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You feel your face flush with warmth, and your heart races with excitement. You can't believe that this is happening to you - it's like something out of romance fiction.

"Thanks for the ride," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Woonhak beams at you, and you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. Maybe this is the start of something special, something you've been yearning for all your life. As you make your way back home, you can't help but let out a squeal of excitement. You're grateful for the unexpected turn of events, and you can't wait to see what the future holds. But for now, you're content just being in the moment with the person who makes your heart skip a beat.

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thebestpumkin · 2 months

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- title - love letters.

- pairing -katsuki bakugo x reader

- character(s) mentioned - eijiro kirishima

- word count - 294

- summary - an unexpected love letter from your classmate, katsuki bakugo.

- tw - confession letter, use of y/n (sigh), mentions of food lmk if there are any to add!

- a/n at the bottom!

- For (y/n)'s eyes ONLY!! -

- Don't open until February 14th. -

Kirishima told me letters are a good way for me to tell you how I feel without having to outright say it out loud, if I was too scared.

But I'm not scared, alright? I better not hear you tell anyone otherwise. There just hasn't been the right moment. And, well, you deserve the best. And I wasn't gonna half-ass a confession, especially not with you. So I chose to write this instead.

I also made you some dinner, because my mom always told me that the key to a person's heart is through their stomach. It's waiting for you in the kitchen.

The point is...I tolerate you. Or I guess more. I feel things towards you that I don't feel with anyone else. And I guess these feelings could be classified as a crush, as kiddy as that word is. And I guess, due to those feelings, I feel obligated to ask...will you be my valentine?

And get that smile off your face! You've bugged me enough that I know that you'd see this as romantic. But, well, you know me. I'm not a sap, so I hope you don't expect me to get all soft with you. And the fact that I'm sending this on Valentine's day is just coincidence, alright? Just don't tell anyone I write this yet, please. I don't even mind if you reject me, but I don't want people to think I'm a big romantic sap. Though if you were to accept me and you're the type to want that kind of relationship...I guess I wouldn't mind it much.

Just let me know your answer before the end of the day, okay? And at least eat the damn food I made.

Patiently yours,

Katsuki Bakugo

pumkin speaks: hi again! not much to say this time...oh sorry for breaking my streak and using y/n 🙏🙏 ik nobody else cares but i personally find it more like...personal if there's no y/n but i had to for this one (and probably for the next one) um but yeah! thats kind of it, so bye bye!

likes, reblogs, requests, and feedback are vv appreciated! divider credits go to r0se-designs. thanks for reading, have a nice day!

#x reader #pumkin writes #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader

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lonelycowgirls · 1 year

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Been There All Along

Another concept nobody asked me for coming in hot...

I don't know about you, but I love the thought of Harry being in a long-term relationship. Call me old-fashioned, but the idea of him being truly in love with one special person since before One Direction just makes me feel all the feels!✨

So, I took influence from @satanhalsey's Since Forever universe - if you haven't read their writing you simply must because it's amazing - and here is my take.

For a bit of background, Stella is a midwife and Harry is everything he is in real life. This is a taster to their story, I'll see if you all like it first...

Please like, reblog and follow if you enjoy it!

My asks are also open for feedback and ideas to how this universe can continue.

Nel xxx

Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything

Part one of two

“He’s so amazing, Stell. You must be so proud.”

Stella nodded to Jeff, Harry’s manager, who stood beside her in the arena. She couldn’t believe that little Harry Styles from Cheshire was selling out 15 consecutive shows in New York City. After 13 years together, she’d seen him play endless amounts of shows, not all of them he’d left feeling happy with but every one of them feeling grateful. He’d been blessed and in turn, she’d been blessed too. But they’d been through hardship recently, and she was beginning to lose faith in them as a couple and him as a partner - something she’d never seen coming.

“You’ve become exactly what we always feared. You’ve become selfish and egotistical… you’re all... Hollywood now. Remember who you are, Harry. Remember the kind of person you wanted to be. Remember us… Remember where you came from.”

That was the last thing she’d said to him before he’d hung up on her in a huff. But she was there, of course, at the last show of his residency. Because she was always there. She was starting to worry that that was their problem. She was always there, no matter what. He, on the other hand, couldn’t always be there. He’d missed her graduation from her midwifery course because he was on tour with the band. He’d missed her beloved Granddad's funeral because he had a movie premiere he was contractually obliged to attend. He’d missed her brother’s wedding because, “we’re running really behind on the album, Stell. I can’t miss a single day, the release date is literally a month away.” She’d cried all evening from embarrassment. And from the seven shots of tequila that she’d downed before the first dance.

But still, she was always there. Because she loved him and she loved being there.

They hadn’t spoken since he’d hung up on her that night she’d had a go at him. She wasn’t someone who lost her temper easily, so it truly shocked Harry when she spoke to him in the manner that she had. He was shaking when he’d hung up the phone. Out of anger mostly, but also out of fear. Fear that he could actually lose her this time. That all they’d been through would be a waste. He didn’t know what being without her was like. They’d been a partnership since they were teenagers. 13 years on, he didn’t know his world without her.

She clapped along to Treat People With Kindness and did an awkward small two-step to Cinema, inwardly cringing at, “you’re getting yourself wet for me,” just like she always did. Harry hadn’t even written that line but Tom knew the fans would love it. She didn’t like the line and thought it was too on the nose and tactless. Harry was clever and artistic when he wrote music. And they were so private as a couple that it cringed her out to no end to think other people were thinking about and imagining their sex life. Never once had he uttered those words to her because they both knew it would kill the mood. She loved when he talked dirty to her, but not if it sounded like he'd ripped it straight off a porn film.

She actually felt nervous in those moments before the encore. She knew he’d want to see her but she didn’t want to feel the awkward tension that would probably encase the room that surrounded them. She got her phone out to look at the time and saw a text from a friend at work.

George: 9.55pm

Mel’s gone into labour

George: 9.55pm

Got it dealt with but thought you might want to come in to support her x

George: 10.02pm

Let me know!

The hair on her arms stood up on end. She’d been reviewing Melanie’s pregnancy for practically the whole eight months, she wasn’t due for another three weeks. She’d grown very fond of her as a patient and knew that she was having the baby regardless of the fact the father wanted nothing to do with them. She vowed that she wouldn’t miss the birth and would be there to support her. Trouble was that she was thousands of miles away… in New York. Harry had the means to get her back in six hours but she didn’t know how he might feel if she was to shoot off while they were having issues. Just as Harry was rising back to the stage to sing Sign of the Times she tapped Jeff on the shoulder and held up her phone to signal she was taking a call. He nodded and turned back to cheer on his friend.

Stella: 10.09pm

How far along, G?! x

George: 10.09pm

Not far at all, water’s only just broke and no contractions

George: 10.09pm

She’s only just left her house

George: 10.10pm

Wouldn’t have messaged if I thought you wouldn’t make it

Stella bit her lip in thought as Jeff put a hand on her shoulder, she jumped and swung around. “Last song.” He said in her ear, meaning it was almost time to head backstage. Harry usually headed straight to the vans waiting outside, meeting Stella in the backseat and the two of them journeying back to their hotel. Tonight they were planning to celebrate a little longer at the venue with the crew. Jeff said the arena had a surprise for Harry and that when the last song came on they would all move together to a designated area closer to the stage so that Harry could see them clearly.

She followed Jeff and the rest of Harry’s extensive entourage behind security guards. She thought about the afterparty and tried to imagine herself drinking and mingling whilst she knew Melanie was giving birth, without her. It was Harry’s last night at The Garden… but she had to go. She glanced back up at Harry on the stage, and then caught sight of Olivia’s silhouette dancing wildly with her friends to Kiwi. She questioned whether if she left tonight, the shoulder Harry would choose to cry on would be Olivia's. Would she be pushing him straight into her arms? She shook her head to rid the thought and made the decision. She turned and split from the group to rush back to Harry’s dressing room and pack her bag. There wasn’t time to go back to the hotel, she’d have to hop a jet with what she’d brought to the arena. Luckily, she always carried her passport as ID when she was in foreign countries. Her hands shook with adrenaline as she used one to stuff things into her tote and one to call Harry’s travel manager.

“Stella? What are you doing?” Jeff said from the doorway. She glanced at him before snapping back to put the phone to her ear.

“I’ve gotta get back home, Jeff. Ugh, why aren’t you picking up the bloody phone?!” She groaned in frustration as she redialed the number.

“I can get you a cab back to the hotel, Stell. Just let me g-,”

“No, I mean I need to get on a plane back to the UK and these bloody people aren’t answering!” She began to anger. Jeff frowned and turned when he heard footsteps down the hallway. Harry’s brow furrowed as he caught eyes with his confused manager who just shook his head back before stepping aside to allow him to enter the room.

“Stell? You alright?” His first response was to be concerned at how flustered she looked. But he felt uncharacteristically nervous in her presence because of how they’d left their last conversation. He stepped across the threshold as she put the last of her belongings into her bag and zipped it closed. “Going somewhere?” He laughed humourlessly, never expecting her to actually be leaving on a night like that. One of the most special moments in his career. He’d looked over, teary-eyed, to where he thought she’d be stood as his commemorative banner dropped and he saw everyone but her. He saw Jeff, Glenne, James, and even Olivia. He imagined there would be an influx of gifs and videos of his face falling all over social media by the time he got into bed that night and unlocked his phone.

He saw her bursting tote bag and felt his stomach turn over. “Has something happened? Is your mum okay?” He said turning her to look at him with hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, Harry. Everyone’s fine but I need to go home,” she looked up at him and sighed, avoiding his eyes. “I need a plane.”

“Oh, why? Urgently?” She’d shaken off his hands from her shoulders and was heading for the door. “Stell, everyone’s in the other room waiting to celebrate. You need to tell me what’s going on or I’ll start to think this is it.” Stella's shoulders sank and she sighed deeply. Even just hearing him talk about them ending like that made her feel sick.

“I need to go back home because a patient of mine is in labour. George texted me during the show.”

“Seriously? You want to travel eight hours to see some woman give birth, something you see every day, when we haven’t seen each other in weeks? When I haven’t seen you since you had a go at me over the phone?” She swung back around and jumped when she realised how close he was. He looked angry, but when Harry looked angry he looked about as intimidating as a growling puppy.

"Come with me then!"

"Really? That's unfair, you know I can't do that." He said defeatedly. "Stell, she's just another patient, you'll have hundreds more to take care of in your lifetime." He said, softer, trailing his fingers down her arms to hold her hands in an effort to convince her. She snatched her hands away.

“Are you serious right now?” She poked his sweaty chest. “She’s not just a patient, she’s a woman in my care. She’s someone I’ve spent most of my time with for nearly a year and someone I’ve grown to care about.” She turned to walk down the hallway, him following close after her. She whipped around again in frustration. “You’d know all about it if you paid attention to anyone talking about anything that wasn’t to do with you.” His eyes blazed and he opened his mouth to argue before they heard someone pointedly knock on the wall.

“Hey, H, we’re all waiting to toast you.” Olivia smiled from the doorway of the catering room. They both turned to look at her and Stella breathed deeply through her nose and glared at Harry when he glared back.

“Go on, H," She made a point of using the nickname. "You deserve to celebrate.”

“Stella,”

“Just get me a plane and I’ll be out of your hair.” She smiled, short and tight-lipped, checking her phone for the time, every second she spent arguing with Harry was time she couldn’t afford to waste. He stepped forward so that Olivia couldn’t hear as clearly.

“If you think it's more important, sure, I’ll get you the plane.” His nostrils flared but she stayed stoic. “This hurts me though, Stell." She softened slightly at his words. "How do you think it’s gonna look to everyone that you raced off somewhere instead of being here for me?” Stella scoffed. She couldn’t even force herself to argue with him anymore, she couldn’t believe how selfish he’d become. She didn’t even want to look at him, he was nothing like the boy she’d fallen in love with. She took her gaze to the floor to keep from rolling her eyes. He nodded in submission. “I’ll go get Jeff to sort the plane out. Hope you get there safe.”

Stella sat in her aeroplane seat, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm as they flew over France. She was so close to returning to the UK and ached to take her phone off of safety mode. But a part of her was thankful to switch off, to be forced to stop doom scrolling through endless pictures and videos of Harry that fans would post on social media after a show. She prayed that Melanie was holding back, that she’d make it on time. The way she’d left things with Harry made her very anxious, to the point where she’d picture him and feel nauseous with anxiety. They’d never been in such a state. She questioned every move she’d made leading up to boarding that plane. The plane that he would end up paying for. She shook her head and leaned it back on the headrest, closing her eyes and running her hands over her face. She didn’t want to cry in front of the crew, she couldn’t trust whether they’d be taking pictures, despite it being a private plane company. All the years with Harry had caused her to become paranoid.

“Would you like another coffee, Miss Mallone?” Stella jumped again, the day’s events had caused her to have the serenity of a doe in headlights.

“Oh, yes, please. Thank you so much.” She said, smiling softly at the kind air hostess, she looked barely 21 years old. ‘Caitlin’ was written on her gold badge pinned to the lapel of her sleek navy blue skirt suit. Caitlin probably knew exactly who she was, and probably wondered why Harry wasn’t on the plane with her. Stella went red with embarrassment and awkwardness and lifted the beige cashmere blanket up to her chin. She rolled over to her side in her reclined seat and stared out at the passing clouds through the small plastic window. She glanced at her watch, around ten past eight in the morning back in London. About five o’clock in the morning back in New York. She thought of Harry, she couldn’t help it. He’d probably just be getting back to the hotel after a night of celebrations. He’d flip the lamp on, and see her suitcase that she’d had to leave to go straight to the airport. He’d roll his eyes as he collected up her makeup that was sprawled across the bed where she’d sat in her fluffy hotel dressing gown an hour before the show, dragging eyeliner across her lids in a rush because, as always, she’d been running late. He’d see her neatly folded stack of fresh underwear and pyjamas that rested on top of her pillow, ready for when they stumbled through the door, full of Champagne bubbles and Don Julio shots, giggling with wandering hands and greedy lips. Perhaps he’d smile a bit at the clothing knowing she’d done the same thing since the first time she’d stayed the night at his mum's house. He’d imagine her doing the same for their children, so they could have cosy memories of when they stayed at big fancy hotels away from home with mum and dad.

She opened her eyes when she felt a slight shove to her shoulder and turned to see Caitlin again, the lights were off, replaced with a low twinkle from the warm strips that glowed from the overhead bag compartments.

“Miss Mallone, apologies for disturbing your nap. We’re preparing to land in ten minutes.” Stella nodded, still a bit out of it and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and cheek with her thumb. Caitlin helped her push her seat back up from its reclined position and handed her a glass of water, assuming correctly that she’d have a dry mouth.

“Thank you, Caitlin.”

“You’re welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Mallone?”

“No, thank you, you’ve been fantastic,” Stella smiled genuinely at the young girl who nodded. “Just ready to get home now.” She leaned forward to take a big gulp of water before resting back, clipping her seatbelt and bracing for landing.

As soon as the tyres hit the tarmac and she was ensured that she could turn her phone off aeroplane safety mode, Stella called George. She skipped over the texts from Pauli checking on her and went straight to dial.

“Hiya Stell, she’s still going,” Stella sighed deeply in immense relief. She grabbed her bag with the phone to her ear and nodded to the flight crew as they lined up to show her off the aircraft. “Where are you now?”

“Literally just getting off the plane,” she walked over to the car that had been organised to take her straight to London Royal Hospital. “Tell her I’m coming, won’t you?”

“She already knows, she said to tell you you’re mad!” Stella chuckled and sunk back into the soft leather, thankful for the heated seats after coming straight from the heat of New York City, and being dressed accordingly. She stressed to George to keep her updated and then hung up. Tapping through to the messages app, she navigated to Pauli's chat.

Pauli: 10.24am

You good, S?

Pauli: 10.35am

H said you dipped, you've spun him out

Me: 11.02am

Tell him I’m fine x

She tapped out the message and locked her phone to watch London go by as she sped to her destination. She was fine, regardless of how she couldn’t sit still and how her hair had become greasy with how many times she’d raked her fingers through it. She thought it was nice of Pauli to check on her, but she knew Harry was pissed off and would most likely be puking up the walls by now. He never handled anger well. With all the free booze, she knew he would be taking everything offered to him when he was in a certain headspace. She just hoped Olivia wasn’t an option on that list. But she couldn’t imagine him doing something so hurtful.

Finally, the driver pulled up after getting stuck in what felt like endless traffic. She rushed through the double doors of the hospital and ran past the desk to the lifts, bashing the button to call it.

“Morning, Val!” She exclaimed as the maternity check-in clerk frowned in her direction, confused as to what she was doing there when she’d booked the week off.

“What on earth ya doing here, girl?” She yelled brashly in her Jamaican accent, waddling behind Stella as she whipped her way through the ward towards the staff changing rooms to get into her uniform.

“I couldn’t miss Mel’s birth.” The older woman’s face fell before she kissed her teeth and threw her arms in the air, stomping and mumbling back out to man the desk. Thankful to be ridding herself of the clothes she’d travelled almost seven hours in, she opened her locker and grabbed her scrubs and shoes. She bundled her hair into a, ‘as neat as it’s going to get,’ top knot and washed her hands and forearms with warm soapy water. She took a deep breath in the mirror and tapped at her under-eye bags to try and get the blood flowing and skin de-puffing. Stuffing her belongings into her locker she exited the changing room and as luck would have it, ran straight into George, the head of her department.

“You’re here!” He said, wide-eyed. “Come on, she’s well on her way now. Doing brilliantly.” He marched ahead of her back to the ward and drew back the curtain to where Melanie was led, belly strapped up and gas and air flowing. “Got a visitor for you, Mel.”

Melanie’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw Stella peek around the corner. “Oh my God!” She tried to get out but it came muffled due to the tube she was holding in her mouth. Stella manoeuvred herself around the side of her bed into Mel’s open arms for a squeeze. “You must be mad, Stell. Oough.” She groaned the last part, contractions taking over.

“Alright, how are we doing with examinations? Dilation stats?”

“She was at four centimetres half an hour ago. Contractions seem to be every three minutes.”

“Okay, so we’re definitely in active labour. Shall we do another quick check?” Mel groaned again and took a good pull off the tube, turning onto her back and spreading her legs. It’s true when they say dignity goes out the door in childbirth. Stella manoeuvred the stool over to where Melanie’s legs were perched on medical stirrups. “Okay,” she said, lubing up her gloved fingers and diving right in. “Hmm, just relax for me, Mel. That’s it, well done.” Mel leaned her head back and groaned in pain as she contracted once again, the pangs coming faster as time went on. Stella pulled her hand out and passed the glove to George to get rid of. “That’s about seven centimetres. Time to get you through to the delivery room I’d say.” Stella grinned excitedly at Melanie, she always tried to keep the energy positive during labours, especially for first-time mothers who would usually be terrified. She moved up to the head of the bed and stroked back Melanie's hair away from her forehead. She was well and truly sucking the life out of the gas and air machine by then. Her watery blue eyes stared up at Stella with worry and pain. “It’s all going to be fine. We’ve got you.”

The room turned to chaos as the curtain was yanked back and nurses flanked each side of Melanie’s bed as they wheeled it to the nearest free delivery room.

Part two coming soon!

Author's note: I realise this is the second angsty piece I've posted on here... we're 2/2 now.

I guess I really am a messy bitch who loves drama.

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nothorses · 8 months

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Heya, I had a quick question and you're like the only person I can think of that wouldn't mock me for asking, that said, I understand that this isn't really something you talk about, so please don't feel pressured to respond! I saw a post earlier that said it was for people who were on Instagram, tiktok, (I think also reddit?) before they moved to tumblr, and it was saying that you should reblog things instead of liking them. I then saw a reblog (I can't remember if it was from the op or not, I'm sorry) that said that people who like posts instead of rebloging them are ruining tumblr, and that's what staff wants people to do.

Is that true? I haven't been on here for long, and I never reblog things, only like them, because I just don't want anyone to see me talking about anything, or really know anything about my opinions, I just want to be invisible to other people on here, and I don't feel like rebloging would give me that. That said, I also really don't wanna ruin your guy's website. Is there anyway to like quietly (?) reblog things? Are there other rules like this on here that I'm not aware of? Because I keep seeing people say things like "duh, I've been hearing people say to reblog instead of like since I've been here", but like, I've never heard it and I'm a little worried there's other rules about this that I have no idea about.

Again, please don't feel pressured to respond to this at all! Thank you!

The reason people say that is because Tumblr doesn't have an algorithm, which is why most of the people here like the site; we get to "curate our own experiences", there's no magic mystical force determining who gets promoted and who gets buried, etc.

So the only way anyone sees anything is if it's posted directly, or reblogged, by someone they follow (or posted directly into a tag they follow, but that's less commonly used). Nothing and nobody else is promoting it, it's just other people.

So if you never reblog anything, you never promote anyone's work, and the content stops with you.

Now, I only explain all of this because I think it's not super well known, and for folks coming in from most other social media sites, that's not a thing they're gonna intuitively pick up. That's all just so you can make an informed choice.

And like, all of that's not actually that bad of a thing; you're not talking away anything anyone already had, you're just not adding anything new. It's neutral.

If you have your reasons for not wanting to reblog stuff, that's fine; you're not obligated to, and like, it's nobody else's place to judge! The whole point of this function is that we get to curate our own experiences, and you are curating your's. It's okay if that's different from how other folks use the site.

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oonajaeadira · 11 months

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Hello! Absolutely no obligation at all to answer this, you just seem really lovely and approachable. Any words of advice you would be willing to share for someone who sort of just arrived here accidentally because they are chronically behind the times and didn’t realize there was a bandwagon and is now utterly terrified to interact anywhere in the fandom lest they make a problem worse and/or get lumped in with the portion of the bandwagon that is…erm, overboard and a bit scary?

(Which isn’t to say you or anyone else is being intimidating on purpose of course. Everyone seems lovely, the anxiety is just REALLY committed to winning this round.)

(Second add-on before I forget, your writing is absolutely bloody brilliant by the way. Thank you for sharing it with us!)

Hello you lovely, lovely, lovely human. <3

Breathe and stick close, honeybee. This is a good corner of the fandom....at least from where I'm sitting.

To be totally honest, I know that there's a lot of horror in the fandom, but I've actually not seen a lot of it with my own eyes. That's because when I landed here, I basically just kinda sat and observed folks for a hot second, started writing, and let friendlies come to me. If someone or the mutuals they would interact with seemed like a lot of drama, I mainly steered clear. My best friends here mostly approached me and were kind and gentle and funny and respectful to the man we all love. And because of that, I've pretty much just curated a really lovely corner of the fandom for myself.

As someone who deals with anxiety and depression though, I get you. Coming into a place where there are SO MANY of fans and cliques and strong friendships feels intimidating...like starting at a new school/job. There's really no short answer though. Like anything else, settling in and finding your folks and your path takes a little time.

You seem to be doing alright so far though...you marked me as someone safe to approach. So your powers of observation are working! Good start! 😄

But nobody's going to assume you're one of the scary ones right off the bat. Being kind and offering up a bouquet of niceness (like you did in your ask) opens the door up real quick.

So my question for you is...where do you want to live in this fandom? Are you a fic writer? A gif maker? An artist? A reader? A reblogger? If one of the first three, then start creating, kitkat! Learn how to tag your stuff and those who love it will find you! If you're a reader, I guarantee the fastest way to spread goodwill and make artists start to recognize your callsign and appreciate you is by reblogging and commenting on their work. I can't emphasize that enough--creators don't get paid for their work here. They share their creations in exchange for interaction and community. They want to scream joyfully about the fandom with other fans. Please, for the love of Pedro, come scream with us!

And that, my friend is what you bring to the table.

That's all you have to do. Openly share joy. Do it by sharing your art/stories/talents or by sharing the work of others and your love of it. And if you happen to share your joy with someone but don't receive it back from them, then you've found someone who may not be worthy of your collection of the fairest folk. That's okay. There are a hundred more who will acknowledge your joy. Turn around and you'll walk right into them around here.

But if you have anxiety, it's okay to go slow. Starting on anon is good, helps you get some practice in before you're ready for your debut. Just remember what my buddy @insomniamamma says..."the anon button is not for hate. It's for horny and embarrassed about it."

You'll get over the embarrassment soon enough once you realize we're all pretty horny (including sappily horny for fluff and romance) around here. Don't judge yourself for it. We sure won't!

Post some joy. Reblog some work with an "I love this!" Join in an ask game. All of those are loved around here.

And do it on your own terms. Take the time you need.

Nobody's gonna think you're one of the overwhelming ones, love. They'll just think you're one of the thirsty ones. And that's nothing to be ashamed of once you realize that you're no different from everyone else in your new favorite corner of the fandom.

(gif by damerondjarin)

#join us #we have pedros #joy and kindness and respect #and being hopelessly in love and admiration for one glorious chilean dork

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delusionaid · 4 months

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Salty meme! 😏 ❣ How salty are you feeling right now? (as a preface, you know) ✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction? ☢ What fads/trends are you so over? ☀ What’s your rp pet peeve? ♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

Salt Meme :D

❣ How salty are you feeling right now? (as a preface, you know)

A solid 4/10! Also this turned out quite long so I am putting it under a cut! :D

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

I like the idea of karma as a general concept - I do think if you are doing nice things, you are more likely to receive nice things, but not out of a magical cosmic reason. It just puts you in people's mind in a positive light when you put yourself out there in a positive manner. That's simple psychology. If you look at it from an rp perspective it happens in the sense of: you send things, which makes you more visible to your mutuals and their followers which might cause some momentum that leads to more overall interaction, etc. etc. Also if you engage actively it motivates others to engage with you in return - sometimes.

That said, I do also think it's forced if people insist on it. I don't want someone to send in memes just to have sent in memes to "earn the right to reblog something from me". Me reblogging memes is an offer to my mutuals in case they want to start interactions, and these memes might not always work for every character. Sometimes there's just no sentence that fits. I don't want anyone to feel obligated to bend their character into saying something unfitting just so they can send something in that they're not even enthusiastic about receiving an answer for. And if they end up reblogging the meme from me, I don't know why I should see that as a bad thing. Best case scenario there might be a sentence in there that works for MY muse(s) to send to theirs!

Tl;dr when we look at reblog karma in the sense of engagement with mutuals to maintain interactions and staying in each other's minds, I approve of it. If it turns into forced interactions that neither party cares about, I don't want it. Reblog whatever you want from me, I expect/demand nobody to send me anything. It's just an offer and a reminder that the opportunity for interactions is open if you're interested.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

The attitude towards shipping and nsf/w writing some people have. If you don't want to write nsf/w content, you are fine. If you want to write nsf/w content, you are also fine. Let's just respect each other's interests, boundaries and ways of writing. Having a preference for love stories and/or erot/ica does not make you less of a writer than someone who only writes platonic things and vice versa. To each their own!

Cancel / callout culture. I know some callouts are made by people who had serious issues with someone, but many callouts are also made over petty disagreements about ships, characters or other minor things. I firmly believe that nothing positive comes from cancel culture and I reject it wholeheartedly. I've been rping for over 15 years now and I know how much nicer and more welcoming the rp community as a whole was when this was not a thing. I guarantee you all of us have things we don't want to see/read and that is valid. But publicly shitting all over someone because of it and turning entire fandoms against one person with sometimes deliberately exaggerated claims and one-sided "evidence" is equal to a witch hunt and creates a negative anxiety-inducing atmosphere for everyone sharing this space, to the point where people are too afraid to approach new followers, suggest ideas or get into ships with new writing partners. I've seen people get shit for not reblogging a callout for someone they never even spoke to, getting berated for "agreeing with what happened" because they didn't interact with the post. Please stop doing that. Not to mention that many callouts end in vile harassment of the people in question, sometimes to an extent that grossly outweighs the "crime" the person in question is accused of. (Remember, you never know who reads your callouts and what they decide to do with that!) Especially with the thought in mind that callouts often aren't necessarily fair or true, they can seriously damage people's reputation and in some cases this has real life consequences you cannot predict. As a community we must strive to find better ways of dealing with issues than raising a shitstorm each time we disagree over something.

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

People who obviously never looked at my rules and then come at me because they suddenly have an issue with something that my rules would have told them in advance.

When I'm trying to plot with someone and they are "cool with everything and anything", especially if I am already giving specific choices to pick from. We all lack ideas sometimes, it happens, but please don't make me decide everything on my own. Everyone has preferences.

People who can't distinguish between a villain character and the human being who writes them. In the same vein, people who think writers of villain muses are obligated to let their "good muse" win if they foolishly attack them since "they would win in canon". That's not how that works; canon cannot save you here.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

There are some incredibly nice and talented/skilled writers and artists in this fandom and I am happy I've had the pleasure of meeting some of them! No further comment <.<

#( ooc asks. )#( meme reply. )#orchideae #m. orchideae

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gorillawithautism · 6 months

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things i would like my mutuals to tag !!

easy catch-alls: #awae from pae, #away from pae

i'm not gonna like,, make detailed descriptions of what triggers me publicly available (i will be leaving some things out and not really elaborating to the fullest extent) because internet safety or whatever but if you have questions about other things i would like tagged or clarifying questions you may dm me and i may or may not provide further information

also: nobody is obligated to tag any of these things. it's not a big deal if you forget or just don't have the energy. it might make my life a little easier if they're tagged but if you don't it's entirely guilt free please don't worry about it

that said, here's the list:

#rat harm - use this for any posts that talk about rats being hurt or killed in any way

#reblog bait - this is for those posts that are like "reblog this if you care about [cause]" to guilt you into it or "reblog this for good luck"/"if you don't reblog this [bad thing] will happen." other kinds of reblog games are fine.

#gore - excessive blood and whatnot

#nsft - sexual stuff

#antisemitism - generally self explanatory but i will make a note that antizionism in itself is not antisemitism. i am an antizionist jew i don't take any issue with antizionist posts

#bbc merlin arthur death - feel free to help me workshop that tag idk it feels a little long and clunky but regardless i don't really wanna see art or screencaps of that scene

#pjo, #fnaf - because there are zionists involved in production i don't wanna see stuff about these media/fandoms on my dash

brainwashing - this is a word i have muted rather than a tag so if you post a screenshot of something like a tweet that includes the word i just ask that you find a way to also make sure the word is typed into the post somewhere

that's it for now :)

if i update this list i will probably reblog it

again, no guilt if you can't/won't/don't tag these things. for my own safety, i've very intentionally only listed things i can handle coming across even if i would rather avoid them, so if you're unable to tag things purely for my sake that's still something i can handle.

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unrealblacklightvirus · 8 months

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heads up to anyone (nobody in particular I promise, this is more for the entire blog and me)

please dont feel obligated to respond back to anything ! I know it can be hard to respond back, I struggle with that every waking moment lol, and this blog was started with me never expecting ANYONE to say anything other than giving me a like or wordless reblog . Alex is fine with no attention at all, sometimes it's also nice to have chill days with silly posts and one liners. I get anxious really easily so that's also why, still struggling with social interaction (this does not mean I don't like interacting with yall, just means I need to relax myself btw!)

Also I plan on keeping this blog active for as long as possible, as I wanted to make this character seem somewhat believable in existing in the "real world" and so people could look through more funny prototype content. Looking back at my earlier posts I 100% laugh at my own jokes and giggle and kick my feet . If you can't make yourself laugh, then who will? Ya know?

Back to the activity of the blog.... if you get tired of rping with me (it's okay to do so! Interests change, time passes, the world will turn and the sun will shine on a new day. I wont, and will never, judge anyone for taking a break or moving away from a fandom. It's important to do the things you love and let go of things that may start to drag your happiness behind.) don't worry about stopping. You don't really have to even tell me you're stopping, but if you would like you can always send me a message!

Just know that hopefully, Alex will remain here if ever you want to see him, or at least for a while. If I ever do go radio silent without warning after a long time (not talking about me sleeping or work or school) and you want to see more posts or talk, try messaging me or sending an ask to alex, it might wake us up from the Slumber (hiatus).

#about me

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hi ive just peaked. ive been questioning the trans rhetoric for a while but after the mass shooter situation i can't support this community anymore. not the shooter, but the community reaction to it is what peaked me. how could they watch kids be gunned down and worry about themselves??? i feel so awful, i have normal trans friends, but the movement as a whole is just so sexist and self centered i cant support it anymore. im so sorry, ive been drinking but i need to get this off my chest, i feel like an awful person but the trans community makes me sick rn. i think everyone should live a life free from legal discrimination but im done campaigning for them and making myself small for them. as a radfem who has peaked, what do i do now? i feel so lost and angry...

Hi!

First of all, I’m sorry that you have to feel this way. You are not a bad person. It’s okay to question your beliefs and change them, and as long as you aren’t advocating for the harm or death of trans people (which nobody here does), you are not hateful and are not harming people. You just have different beliefs.

The feelings you’re describing are so familiar to me, because it’s exactly what I was feeling when I peaked. It was the homophobia, sexism, and reaction to the Chris Chan debacle that did it for me, and I felt lost and angry and guilty as well. It’s hard to manage the first two feelings…you’re going to feel angry for a while, especially as you begin to notice more and more flaws with the movement. Because peaking isn’t just a one-time thing, it’s ongoing. Speaking from experience, the deeper you dive into this community, the more sexism and homophobia you encounter. It really is like the iceberg analogy, with the tip being the normie “I’m just more comfortable as a boy/girl” trans people, and the bottom being telling homosexuals we need to be attracted to the opposite sex, sending women death and rape threats, trans identified males having fantasies about raping “terfs”, etc. I just reblogged a post that talks about this, how it starts with “we just want to pee!” Which gets well-meaning LGB people and our allies on their side…but quickly spirals into always demanding more.

So unfortunately, the anger won’t go away. But the feelings of being lost will. I would encourage you to do what I did, which was make a blog here. Make a post asking any questions you have about gender criticism or radical feminism, and post it in tags like #radblr, #terfs please touch, #terfs do touch, #gender critical, #radical feminism, #LGB drop the T, etc. I quickly found that women here were very open to answering the questions I had, and it really helped me get my mind around the whole gender issue, and eased me into feminism (I don’t consider myself a radfem though, just adjacent). Don’t put much effort into the blog at first, just have it be a no-obligation filler thing to get your feet wet. I found that also helped with my guilt as well. Because I wasn’t going full “terf”, I was just asking questions. And any ideology that is worth believing allows questions, even difficult ones, to be asked (but of course, gender ideology does not allow even the simplest of questions to be asked). Just having a place to read what other women were saying and to engage with them made me feel so much less alone, and assured me I wasn’t the only one in the world thinking this way. It kept me sane while I was coming to terms with the fact that the community and ideology I had so passionately defended, was a giant mass of homophobia and sexism that hated me for being a lesbian.

And again, I cannot stress enough that you have nothing to be guilty for. You are not an awful person.

Here are some YouTube channels I can recommend:

Looking through some of their videos might help you wrap your mind around this whole thing and ease some of your feelings of being a bad person and of being lost.

There’s so much I could say to somebody who’s in your position, and I’m not sure if I’ve said it all but I did my best with just telling you what came to mind first. I really hope this helps, and if you need, please feel free to either send more asks with your questions or DM me. And others please feel free to reply or reblog with your thoughts.

I wish you the best in navigating through this, because I know it’s difficult!! 💕💖💕💖

#asks #anon

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mvchpastel · 1 year

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list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers 🌷✨ (please don’t feel obligated to do it if you don’t want too)

(ily ily ily ily ily) 💗✨

1. while i was skipping class this afternoon i treated myself to a new white gel pen at staples bc my last one died and tbh it was the serotonin boost i needed this week/while i spent my life savings on printer ink lol

2. this is so lame but the trashy reality tv show i’m mandatorily binging through finals szn this year is teen mom og - i googled it today and found out they’re still filming currently?? and i have like 5 more seasons to catch up on already??? truly blessed - i’m so attached to this fucking show now lmao (reality tv = finals tradition at this point don’t judge me i won’t change)

3. i manically decided and told people that i dropped a class this week and nobody got mad at me small wins

4. t surprised me with a set of the cutest studio ghibli earrings yesterday and the lil acorns please me a lot

5. it’s almost christmas!!! here 4 the butter tarts tbh

#thank you sweet angel 💗#ask #tag

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momdomsenpai · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 (sfw)

⊹ I am a talk, talk, talker, and I shitpost frequently! This blog is for me to write and post whatever I want. You can block some of my shitpost tags, but I would just unfollow if you don’t like bloggers who, well, blog.

⊹ I may change the theme every two seconds! That’s just how it goes, lol. My apologies, but I get bored of things easily, and I get tired of looking at the same thing over and over again.

⊹ I like to reblog art and things I find funny. These are all tagged, but I enjoy sharing my interests and likes; including music and misc things that having nothing to do with anime, mayhaps. I get humored by things easily…so…yeah.

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 (nsfw)

⊹ I am a very dom leaning switch, I usually write dom reader content, but sometimes…I get creative. And a little too horny.

⊹ There will be a good amount of dark content on here. These dark themes may include incest/stepcest, non-con/dubcon, yandere, etc. Yes I tag all of these thoroughly and correctly, but if you do not particularly enjoy these topics, and need to block for your own safety — or peace of mind? — you are more than welcome to block me. No offense taken! I used to be heavily triggered by these topics in the past due to personal experience, so do what you must.

⊹ I am gender-non confirming, however my reader will always either a.) have a vagina, or b.) be a hermaphrodite (someone with both a dick and vagina). I don’t write solely male reader (reader with only a dick), because I do not see myself this way.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

You must be at least 18 years of age to follow or interact with this blog.

Do not mention my blogs/works on any other social platform. Even my sfw fictitious works.

Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked, please respect my boundaries and do not interact if you fit this criteria.

Do not interact if you are racist, homophobic, xenophobic, transphobic, or fit any of the categories under these umbrella terms. Not only will you not like it here, but nobody wants you here, either.

Please do not ask me to follow you…it is very awkward…

If you have been blocked/soft blocked, you are either a minor, ageless blog, or I do not want you in my space. I am entitled to surround myself with the people and energy I prefer, if you do not fit into that, I apologize, but this blog is mine — plainly.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

I don’t take requests. I take thirsts, and if I feel so obliged, I will expand upon them. Requests are hard for me, and sometimes even stunt my creative growth in the long run. I would prefer not to feel like a failure every time I cannot come up with a good plot for a request. Too much pressure…*shivers*

Do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works, please. This is my only account, unless announced otherwise in the further future.

All of my characters are aged up, if you have an issue with that, kindly remove yourself from the premises. Do not leave an ask, because I honestly, and sincerely do not care <3

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bamababygirl7 · 2 years

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I'm the "Nonny" in the ask

Very glad you out of your friend group there is on the same page with me

Now the embarrassment falls that I'm in this "Blacklist" of his with the grossest accusation.

The silliest part of is a few of those blogs alongside mine I've actually blocked for said reasons.

Through a lighter lens, now I don't even feel comfortable to be on here if I just feel horny

I mean wow LMAO

Like you said I am not obliged to bear responsibility for any couch potato minors or creeps

🥰💞 I think D probably didn’t pick up on what you were trying to say as he is ADD which he is very open about and I am ADHD so our brains do function differently than other people’s brains. He also just had surgery and is recovering from that and works full-time and runs a Discord server and has other social media as well as a life outside of social media with an amazing fiancé. I don’t think people realize sometimes that tumblr blogger is not our profession and we do have lives outside of tumblr. @dominant-dominion truly is an amazing person and a great friend and when we write posts they do come from a place of caring and wanting to protect people. I completely understand that not everybody goes to the actual blog to read the bio and verify age before liking a post, but we all need to do better. If you see a pic and there is even a slightest question in your mind that the original poster is under 25, my advice is to go to the blog of the OP and if it says that they are a minor or if there is no age listed, then block them so that there is never a chance of interacting with them. People may not realize that even if you have show your likes turned off on your blog, people can still see when you’ve liked a post. And being a little, I have more than likely liked several posts (non-sexual that contained something to do with Disney, Hello Kitty, etc.) that originated from the blog of a minor. I try to check now or else I just won’t reblog the post because I don’t want to like a post that originated from a minor and them see it in their notifications and come to my blog. I am not sure if you are a parent or not, but if not then one day you will understand and be thankful for people such as D and myself that try to pick up the slack of some of the parents who have no clue what is going on or what their child is doing online.

I am a firm believer in everybody deserving a second chance as long as they weren’t intentionally interacting sexually with someone who is a minor. If you just liked pics because they came across your dash, that’s an understandable mistake because we have all liked posts without verifying age. But the ones who know that a girl is 16 and like and comment sexual things on the posts or message the minor are the ones that don’t deserve another chance. I truly hope that you fall into the category of the ones who just liked a post and didn’t know the person was a minor. If that is the case, then just please do better at verifying the age before interacting with a sexual post. You did say that you have blocked people for sexually interacting with minors so if this is true that means that you just made a mistake by liking a post without realizing it was a minor and hopefully will do better in the future. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt and hoping that I am right. If you want to send me an ask off of anon, I wont publish it. I can answer you privately where nobody else can see it and we can discuss things further and I am usually pretty good at getting gut feelings about people so I will be able to better determine your sincerity of not wanting to intentionally interact with minors.

#people make mistakes and so deserve to be able to do better #I’ve definitely made my fair share of mistakes #but interacting intentionally with minors is not acceptable #bamababygirl7🥰💞#bama asks

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gabrielthequeenofsass · 6 months

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I want to evaporate; while looking for what my most popular post was I saw that one of my fanarts had 100ish notes and I was ecstatic at first because oh my god? It did so much better than I realised? But then I clicked on the notes and

94 likes

and only 9 reblogs

That's ten times more likes than reblogs. Please people for the love of god this is tumblr please please please reblog things. Don't get me wrong likes are nice but they don't do anything. Nobody else will see anything you like. The artists (which also includes writers, and gif-makers and all those other people creating things) you love? Will not get any engagement beyond the first bit of love they get when they post something. Nothing will find traction, potentially and circulate (and this is the post circulating website), nothing will ever get past this first initial burst of engagement unless the artist reblogs themself and hopes for the best.

And yes, as someone who makes this content and has for years, I will say it: I want engagement! I want to know what people think of my art or writing or whatever I make! I want to find like-minded people! I want to discuss stuff! Or get feedback! I don't want to feel like a content creator who gets one tired glance from the fandom with a couple thumbs up and silence. That's not what I share my creations for. That's not what will motivate me to make more.

And of course, you're not obligated to engage or reblog stuff or whatever. But neither am I obligated to create things in the first place and sometimes it's so tiring when all I get is the equivalent of a handful of nods or thumbs up on here.

#just ignore me #idk I didn't even want to rant this long but it just irks me #and I know that most of the people following me and reading this aren't even “guilty” of this but #man I just needed to get this off my chest #sigh sigh sigh

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k3lynn · 3 years

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A to Z (NSFW)- Katsuki Bakugou

+ nobody asked but I still did it anyways bc power. enjoy the headcanons- find more in my masterlist here. request for other characters open.

+ this is inappropriate, below 18 please leave. bakugou is aged up and in his prime pro-hero days. Gn!reader. i’m pretty tired so not completely proofread- this took me a good 2 hours

+ pls follow, reblog and like (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ (if you enjoy my writing)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bakugou feels obligated to put his 100% into everything he does. However, his pride keeps him from letting you see him willingly partake in any overly lovey-dovey actions. He absolutely ADORES you though, and is more than eager to take care of you after some intense lovemaking- hence why he can’t stop himself from accidentally leaving the wet wipes and ointments near his light stand. Might as well help you out since you’re so tired…

B = Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs + partner)

On Him: Arms. He works hard to keep the body of a strong hero. His most powerful weapons, his arms, must always reflect that. It’s totally not because of the deep, red scratches that you leave on him when he plows into you again and again and again…

On you: Thighs. He loves to mark them. They’re constantly being littered with bites, hickeys, and handprints. The only heaven on Earth is the feeling of you wrapping them around his waist… or when he pins them open to get a good taste of what’s in between.

C = Cum (Basically anything to do with his sticky nut juice)

If you’re not filled with it by the end of said session, mission failed. Katsuki has a feral need to pump you full of his seed. An inhumane amount, really. Then, when he’s finally satisfied, he’ll watch as it trickles out of you. It mixes with your own cum, and he can’t help but dive in, your whimpers from overstimulation falling on deaf ears.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He often wakes up in a sweat, boxers soiled with cum. Bakugou can’t help but dream of you each night- face down, ass up. So pliant, so nice and obedient for him.. a view he’s seen so many times before. It just feels so real when he tightly grips your hips.. rutting into your warm, gummy walls before spurting out streaks of cum.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None. Nada. You’re his first partner- and he hopes his last. There was nothing to really “teach” him though. Most came to Katsuki on instinct, the other bit due to porn. He definitely knows what he’s doing…

F = Favorite Position (look it up if you need)

Doggy style: a classic really. He loves the slight jiggle of your ass when he slams into you from behind, filling you up so nicely even his balls press firmly againts you. He slaps your thighs, your ass, and grips your hair. He lowers his body, chest touching your back, and mockingly whispers filthy things into your ear.

Mating press: Best for watching your little hole stretch with his big cock <3 Loves to watch the look on your face as you wiggle around from under him. You’re pinned to the bed. His thrust are deeper this way, and the angle is perfect for plowing his seed into you. Expect a neck bite or two

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous)

Pride is a huge factor in this one. If his S/O is already just a goofy little shit, there’s less of a chance he gets mad. If not, he’ll either quit because “the mood is ruined” or use his tongue until you’re cumming so hard you don’t have the energy to make any more jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

It’s pretty well known Katsuki is a neat freak. He is constantly going off on people for dirtying up their workplace. He insist on the highest level of cleanliness- and his body (a temple really) is no exception. Although not completely shaven, the blonde tuff of hair is well-kept and trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.)

There are times Bakugou comes home from a mission… a bit different than usual. He’s bruised and banged up more than normal, and it’s then you know he had some close calls. On these days, he takes his time with you, holding your hand, softly kissing all over, feeling your body against his. He’ll remember every sound and look on your face… hoping with all his heart he’ll come back to you again.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Angry masturbator. Any time his cum or energy is going anywhere but on (or in) you, he thinks it’s a waste of time. He gets needy sometimes though… settling instead for pulling out a picture of you from last nights adventure and furiously gripping his cock with that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

If you were to ask Katsuki, he wouldn’t be able to name all his kinks, but he can definitely think up some things that rile him up more than normal.

-You in his hero suit. *chef kiss chef kiss*

-You wearing only an apron *confused chef kiss*

-Softly calling him “my hero…” during sex *crying chef kiss*

As for specifics:

-Orgasm control. You only cum when he allows it.

-Marking. Leaning back and seeing you riddles with bites, hickeys, hand prints… it’s an absolute masterpiece.

-Cum. Anything that involves it. Swallowing it, drowning you in it, watching it drip from your hole. Best thing is when he cums inside and fingers you with your cum mixed together.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Número uno will always be your shared bed- sometimes the man needs to step away from the spotlight of being one of the top heroes and into the privacy of your room.

Número dos is anywhere else in the house. Do not tempt him, he will bend you over the kitchen table right now.

Número tres is a rare but special occasion… his office. No further comment

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any sound that comes out of you. You’re quieter than usual? Bam getting wrecked until he hears you beg. You’re screaming so hard the neighbors can’t sleep? Bam getting wrecked to keep you that way. He just loves to hear your pretty moans <3 won’t tell you that though

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Quirk play. Katsuki would never wish to seriously hurt you- the hot, steamy environment of your bedroom and his explosive quirk should not mix. Not unless you want to be blown up like, ahum, dynamite.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s more on the giving end but will gladly accept one of your special sucky suckies after a hard day at work. His favorite part is feeling your little hole flutter and clench as his tongue swirls inside it, though.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

On any given day (refer to letter I for an exception) Katsuki is fucking into you as if he hates you. He’s an attentive partner, he knows when you’ve hit your limit, but before then, expect to be ruined. He’s stronger than you realize- which is surprising considering the fact you already thought of him as a beast.

Want specifics? In the quirk apprehension test, he can go 50 metres in 4.13 seconds, or roughly 12 metres per second. In chapter 275 he is shown passing Deku at 30% full cowl. He's past the speed of sound (as seen when he blitzed Ending as there was a sonic boom.) Obviously, he’s tamer (and does not use his quirk) when it comes to the bedroom, but his hips rut fast nonetheless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you both have some place to get to, he will risk being late for a quickie. If you’re acting like a brat in public, expect being shoved into the nearest janitors closet or bathroom stall for a quickie. Other than that- he will not stop whining and grumbling about not being able to properly have sex with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

The only risks he won’t take is doing something that may defile his reputation as a hero, or using his quirk. Other than that, the floor is free for you to experiment however you like. Public or private. Can’t get far with trying to dom him though- he’ll control every aspect, even when you’re bouncing on his fat cock.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

High. Can continue to fight even after using his strongest attacks. Sex is a walk in the park compared to that. Easily gets lost in the pleasure… the longest he’s gone is 7 rounds in less than 2 hours- but it felt like an eternity for you. You almost started believing he would never stop. Like holy shit wtf did they feed him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you have toys, you better hide them from his view. Yes, Katsuki will get jealous at an inch long bullet vibrator. What the hell do you need those for? He’ll scoff. If he’s in a really bad mood, he’ll use them on you until you have tears in your eyes- jaw slacked open and begging for his cock. Thought this was enough for you, baby…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If it wasn’t already obvious from letters A-T, Katsuki is an absolute tease. Mocking would be a more accurate word. Loves to taunt you… especially when you’ve been bratty towards him all day. He’ll go down on you, getting you riled up, then sit back and stop. You’re sobbing, bouncing on his cock but “it’s not enough Katsuki, please please.” He’ll smirk, a rare time when he’s quiet, then flip you onto your back and push you into a press.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not too loud, he wouldn’t want to miss the sound of your cute, little moans for him. Lots of grunts, groans, and swearing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Katsuki’s whole life was focused on either hero-training or small, personal interest and hobbies. Romance and sexual encounters were always pushed to the back of his mind- until the day you guys met and he immediately got a boner when he shook your hand. Stop being hot… tch.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Man’s a shower AND a grower. 5 inches flaccid- 7.5 erect (How he manages to not destroy you, you don’t know) but what made your eyes widen when you first saw him naked was his girth. Your hands could barely, if even, wrap around him. His balls are so big and heavy, you just want to keep them in your mouth <3

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You would be surprised how efficiently all that pent up anger and frustration can be put into being horny. You can’t go two hours without getting a NSFW text.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Due to his stamina, he can easily wear you down until you basically pass out in bed. However, he’ll stay wide awake. He’ll whisper everything he’s too afraid to say into your ear, nuzzle into your neck, and admire how gorgeous you look in your sleep. He smiles. A happy, genuine smile. This is his favorite moment in time. Nothing else matters. Whether the sky burns, the world falls, everything crumbles. Hands knotted together, arms wrapped around eachother, asleep right here, it would be enough.

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Okay so I sat on making this post for a second but based on how gross this made me feel, I decided to make it so nobody else had to deal with it. Please block leyla-in-pink if you have similar boundaries about individuals commenting on your weight

Despite their pinned post expressing they support plus size women not being fetishized, I had my pic today reblogged from them with the tag “fkg” and after finding out that it meant “fat kinky girl” n that they use that tag for any larger person with female associated anatomy, I asked them to delete it. (The one screenshot of my unsent message pretty much summarizes why I have that boundary~ the “I do” is in reference to whether I consider myself fat or kinky). The obliged and blocked me almost immediately, which is fine with me.

Then, a couple minutes later I received further messages asking if I was offended by the reblog and and then chalking it up to fatphobia. In the 30 seconds-a minute it took me to reply to their first message, they not only blocked me again, but reblogged the previously deleted post with the same tags as before.

Consent is so important in the kink community and to not only keep my post with those tags on your blog but to put it back up specifically because I asked for it to be taken down shows such a terrifying disregard for consent.

That being said, even if my boundaries came solely from internalized fatphobia, actions like this are NOT the way to help combat fatphobia. This entire interaction only serves to call me fat without my consent, take it back, and then call me fat once again as a “punishment” of sorts because they did not like the reasoning they decided I had for my boundaries. How in the hell is that supposed to do anything but reinforce internalized fatphobia???

Nobody has the right to assign labels to another person that they do not assign to themselves, and they especially don’t have that right when those labels carry a strong history of harm. And it is disgusting to try and do that in the kink community and then try to emphasize the value of consent in the community.

#not worth unpacking in the post itself but like #I’m also not a girl #and saw one person in that tag with ftm in their url #also #I am a fat person #no doubt about that #but I am literally by definition not plus size #and that is an entirely different experience I cannot claim #which I know is nitpick-y and I wouldn’t say anything if there wasn’t all the other issues #like 99% of my wardrobe is a size large other than romwe clothes #I’m between a size 12 and 14 #not plus size and that’s my little soap box rant about maybe not conflating the two #but yeah #I’m used to these major consent violations with men #but I did feel especially violated because it was a woman #and god it is so gross to have someone weaponize your body against you #also idk if the anatomy thing was worded right #I said femme presenting initially but like… the transmasc person in the tag was not femme at all

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70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

#writers #fanfiction writers #writing encouragement #writer appreciation #writer support #writer struggles #writing motivation #writers tips #for writers #omg am I struggling.#hope these help you beautiful people #my writing #it’s a lil thing

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