thought this story would fit on my tumblr

I feel so unimaginably stupid for believing in the two of us. I thought we would last, I believed it would mean something for a lot longer than it did.

Recently everyone has been asking about you and I pretend everything is fine; inside I can feel the tension. I refuse to admit it because it’d prove you were using me these past few months. I’d been warned about you. I never understood that it would hurt me so bad. I never knew how attached I could become. I never thought you capable of breaking my heart.

—  Lauren Eloria

Nalu Week day 6: Tattoo

“How much do I owe you for it?” He’d asked the older woman later, after Lucy had slipped from the room to join the others out in the lobby area.

Minerva had that little grin that drove Natsu and the guys around Saber crazy. It was the smirk that made it appear as though she knew something the rest of them didn’t know, “Free of charge.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was hardly any ink at all. It’s less of a tatto and more a new collection of freckles. Any idea why she wanted a constellation on her shoulder blade?”

Ink-Stained Skin, ch. 14, by wordsofawitheringwriter on tumblr  and on fanfiction.net

Thought this would fit the day just fine! Love her writing, her stories, and this one is a must! Don’t know why, but figures she’d tattoo aquarius’ constellation.

PS: I’m having some problems with the colours of my drawings, so if you have a spare time please take a look below!

So I’ve started using my Android tablet to draw and it’s been really fun, but with this drawing I noticed that the colours on my pc are COMPLETELY off! On my screen this was all pink!

I tried to correct it… Would you mind telling me which one you like best?

I’m really sad that it’s not looking like how I actually drew it :/

Still hope you like it though!

So I’m expecting this post to go completely half-noticed but, I figured I’d like to ask it anyways! 

I haven’t been that active on Tumblr lately. But I wanted to do something again for my fellow Witcher fans in the fandom, and I’ve been interested in writing a modern Witcher AU. 

I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in reading it and wanted to give me some requests or suggestions? I thought I could post it on AO or fanfictions.net. 

I’d like to create a story based on our modern society, and add our characters, where I’d feel they’d fit in best, but also actually create a genuine storyline for this fanfiction, with a goal, plot twists and purpose. Not just “ciri met avallach in the corridors. they banged”. im thinking more quality stuff tbh

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favorite Bughead smut fics where Jughead is more of like an experienced bad boy?

Okay - so this is a kinda funny story (kinda?). I got this ask and then immediately thought of ONE story to share. It came to my mind and it fits so perfectly - and then I couldn’t freaking remember the name of the story or the author’s name - because as far as I know she’s not on tumblr - I knew I’d rec’d it recently… but do you seriously know how many places I rec stories and how many fics I actually rec?

I could have just shared some other fic that would suit - but because this one fic was SO perfect, it was like my brain went blank for all other fics and I couldn’t think of a single one as perfect as this one. It was no use. I had to find it. 

SO today - I literally have spent HOURS going through 21 pages of “Works Subscriptions” on Ao3 - searching page by page and fic by fic to find it. Conveniently it also meant that I could unsubscribe from a heck-ton of fic that was completed (because it doesn’t automatically unsubscribe you when a fic is done - who knew?) But I’m glad I started at the end because it I found it on page sixteen of twenty one. lol.

Anyway - here you are, Grayface. THIS is the fic that I immediately thought of when you mentioned super experienced bad!boy Juggie. It’s no secret here that I’m a bit partial to Serpent!Juggie AUs - (I dunno. Is this a secret guys?)

Enjoy! Happy Reading - and please please review so the author knows how much it’s loved and how much an update is definitely needed. I mean - read the summary - an update is DESPERATELY needed. lol.

say my name by endlessdaydreaming(2/?)

WIP / Rating: E

Summary: Everything in Betty Cooper’s life was unremarkably constant: Please her mother, envy her sister, pine over Archie, cheerleading with Veronica, write for the Blue and Gold with Kevin, and repeat — until Jughead Jones comes crashing back into her life, with leather jacket, crown beanie, dangerous smile and all. [Aka that Bughead secret enemies-with-benefits-turned-lovers that I have been dying to read but no one has written yet, where Jughead is a Southside Serpent and Betty had always wanted to be corrupted; featuring sexy af Jughead, slowly corrupted Betty, protective Veronica, and jealous Archie; also angst, issues, pretentious writing, smut, and slow updates.]

Oohhhhh man.

@jennykisssedme Just inspired me to get my thoughts out there. I joined tumblr for fun. I saw this community, and wanted to be a part of it. As I became more comfortable expressing myself and my beliefs I enjoyed it more and more. I have made some great friends here whom I speak with daily. Although I am classified as an NST because I don’t ship, and feel the need to call out bad behavior I didn’t come here with that intention. I came her to express myself, and chat about the story that I adored (OL) with a group I felt that I would fit in with. At this point I’m feeling so drained. Kudos to those of your who have been here from the beginning. The past seven months feel like seven years to me. I’m not going anywhere, but feeling a little bit of second hand whiplash. Also, just want to add that shaming really bothers me. Feel how you want to feel, but don’t shame others because they feel differently.

After running away from home, Chara is caught in the middle of the War of Humans and Monsters and tries to get away. However, their SOUL is taken and used in a magic mirror by monsters, as a way to defeat the humans. In the end, however, monsters lose the war. The mirror is abandoned once they are trapped Underground. Eventually, the object is thrown away to the Garbage Dump at Waterfall.

Lonely and forgotten, Chara still hopes to be SAVED…

… but nobody ever comes.

NOTE: LotusTheKat is my username on deviantART.

Basically, Mirror!Chara is an AU 100% based on Lapis Lazuli, a Steven Universe character (the original concept can be found here).

The AU doesn’t consist of changes in characters’ personalities, except maybe for Chara, who dislikes both humans and monsters in this; it does include, however, divergences from the canon. For instance:

  • Chara is alive during the Human/Monster War
  • Due to being trapped in a mirror, they never actually meet the Dreemurrs; furthermore, Chara doesn’t receive love from anyone in this cruel world (I’m evil, I know)
  • Chara still has a SOUL in this AU, but they still become very bitter and hateful towards others (not implying that Chara is evil, of course; I always thought they were a pretty misunderstood, messed kid who needed love)
  • Asgore and Toriel never get to adopt a human, as the first fallen child ends up murdering Asriel
  • Many years later, Chara befriends Papyrus instead of Asriel; I wouldn’t want to spoil how they become friends, as I’m considering making a comic/fanfic of this AU someday

Though I do maintain a few things:

  • Since Asriel is dead, he becomes Flowey later on
  • I’m not quite sure if Toriel would still flee to the RUINS since she never met Chara, but I’ll assume she does; I don’t think she has ever been supportive of killing them that way, even if it meant to free all monster kind. Besides, I don’t think Asriel would have wanted that, would he?
  •  … basically, everything else stays the same


The thing is, I don’t want to make the story TOO similar to Lapis’s, so consider this a concept for now.

By the way, yes, I know Chara’s colors are darker here, I did that on purpose; cracked Lapis’s palette was darker than her normal one (idk if it’s due to the night or something though), and I thought darker colors would fit them better :>

Hopefully I’ll start working on this AU once I finish Imaginary Friend, if I actually have time.

anonymous asked:

Sorry to pester and you have no obligation to answer my ask since it was just spoiler-censored screaming but in case Tumblr ate it and you never recieved it... I would be delighted to know your thoughts on the t*********!!!!!! because I love them!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I think tumblr did eat it, and I’m not entirely sure what this is asking but I will put my best guess below a cut (to avoid spoilers). 

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I fell in love with every part of you

Your hands and how they fit perfectly in mine, how our fingers interlaced smoothly like silk, how they made me melt when you ran your fingers through my hair.

Your crystal blue eyes that loved my brown ones, how they would linger on mine and how you could make me feel like we were the only two people in the world with a single stare.

Your laugh and your smile, making every room that you walked in a lot brighter, how you would smile at me and it made me want to make you smile everyday because it was beautiful. Your laugh was like a bird’s song, harmonious and sweet like drops of honey.

I fell in love with every part of you

Did you love every part of me?

- icedcoffeepoetry

31/05/16

I was addicted to his pain
I had never known anything good, so when he came along he fit into my world perfectly
Every time he left me I felt distraught
But it was okay, this was how it was supposed to be I thought
I thought that my pain and his pain would turn into something great
But that was the biggest mistake I ever made


And someone else out there will be enough of a disaster for me to love
I’m sure of this

I was a 16 year old girl in fandom, just getting into Homestuck, and I saw there was a lot of activity on tumblr for it. So i started following more people on tumblr and of course I got exposed to trans stuff.

A lot of it fit, like persistent thoughts of not wanting to be a girl, thinking my name was too girly, etc. But I was worried that I was just getting caught up on gender roles and being a girl wasn’t really what i hated, being a “girl” was.

So I started doing more research. I went off tumblr to hear stories from other trans people. I saw that a lot of them didn’t exactly fit the stereotype of their gender. But still they felt the need to transition. It was the only thing that made the dysphoria go away.

I thought a lot. I thought deeply about myself, what my life could be like. Of course, no one in this society likes being treated as a “girl”. The way we treat people born female is awful. But being a “man” isn’t so great either. I always felt scared to grow up, scared i would grow breasts and hips, getting a period, I even starved myself to get rid of it. I justified it to myself as being “cute” and loli-like.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I felt like I would grow tall and flat. I just was expecting it, despite all logic, like instinct. In the same way, male-directed lessons spoke to me. I knew rationally, I was not male. But something inside me recognized myself in maleness. Even with all the evidence, it was a hard decision. I could ruin my life if it was the wrong choice. But as soon as the idea was in my mind, it started to hurt more and more urgently.

I felt even more alienated from my body, my presence in the world, the thing people spoke to was not me, the thing people looked at was not me. I always felt uncomfortable in my body, but I figured it was normal for girls. Seeing girls who were masculine, who were comfortable with their body, blew that idea apart. I was so scared, more scared of anything I’ve ever been in my life.

When I finally decided to do it, to start changing my name and pronouns, I felt an immense rush of relief and happiness. But it was brief. People doubted me, thought I was going on a trend and I’d change back in a couple of years. My boyfriend at the time said I’m not trans, and of course left me. I lost a lot of friends. I lost the ability to get a job. I lost the ability to socialize in school. I wasn’t passing. It was still worth it.

At first I didn’t know what truscum was. I started seeing more posts that made me uncomfortable. People talking about men’s vaginas, asking everyone to constantly think about my dysphoric parts, people showing their dysphoric parts and demanding acceptance. Coercing us to look at fetishistic porn, to see it as “representation”. They seemed to want to force us to accept our bodies, if we didn’t we weren’t forward-thinking enough, not trans enough. I felt dysphoric every day, could barely stand the sound of my own voice, especially now that I was out. I felt like a clown. I wanted to be masculine, I wanted to be rid of this body that prevented me from truly interacting with the world.

But I couldn’t say that, there was nothing. No place for trans people like me. If being trans was a choice, what did it say about me, that I wanted to be masculine? I felt ashamed and guilty for it. But I also felt embarrassed and ashamed to be androgynous, or feminine. I wanted to be a guy, I wanted to be real. I wanted to feel my own body when i move around. But that was wrong.

I don’t remember the first time I came across the word ‘truscum’. I remember it crushed me. Learning that my kind were not only unaccepted, but hated and shunned. All this time I was figuring it out, I also wanted to be an artist for Homestuck, just to go on having fun and enjoying what I normally do. But now I was scared scared scared at someone would find out I was truscum. I’m 20 now and I still am.

I deleted my tumblr and tried to hide from the whole trans thing completely. I just wanted to pass as a guy and put it behind me. I didn’t want to deal with being truscum. I thought it would pass, that all the other young people like me would reason it out and come to the same conclusion I had. But it never did.

Since I was scum, I went to where the scum go. I stayed on HSG and had some amount of fun. It wasn’t really what I wanted. I wanted to be an artist, to make friends that I could be creative with and make my own stories. But that kind of thing is frowned upon on 4chan.

I wallowed for years, watching others achieve my dreams. I thought briefly that I could become like the other drawfags. I thought I was safe there, away from the tumblr community, where I could just forget about being trans. But they brought it to me. Reminding me that even among scum, I’m the worst scum.

It hurt a lot. There was, and is no one to care for me. But I’ve learned that’s not neccessary. That’s just part of being a man. They drink my tears and laugh about it. I can either be weak and hurt, or I can say fuck you anyway and turn my back. This isn’t the person I wanted to become. I idolize kind and soft men. I love funny, creative, chill people. But I can’t be that person anymore. I have to fight at every turn. I can’t make people happy. All I do is make people uncomfortable and sad.

I can’t enter the art community. There’s no place for truscum there. I’m a monster. I didn’t heal from my depression and become a happy, friendly person like I wanted. I didn’t get to be creative and share my stories with anyone. I will never be welcome amongst people like that. I’m evil. I’m the bad guy. Acting like one of them would be deceptive. If I ever told some of my favorite artists they make me uncomfortable, I would be laughed off tumblr. There’s no respect for people like me.

But I’ve learned a lot about people. The people I loved weren’t as good as I thought they were. No one truly is. I used to be full of so much love and trust, like a fool. I used to think that if you work hard enough, and do the right thing, anyone can acheive their dreams. But life’s not fair like that. Some people are just trash. And I’m one of them.