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helloo!!
I was reading your work at Ao3 and I’m wondering if there’s going to be more chapters for Nosedives
Please write moreee!!! Please please please 🥺😭😭
ughh i'd love to continue that story!!! but honestly im having the hardest writers block :/// i'll take another look and see if I can think of something lolol, but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know :DD My asks and DMs are always open <33 Thank you for reading! every comment makes me want to write even more, truly thank you!
Gurllll
So we're in college and tsuki get dragged into a party, but he ends up chilling in the back just drinking or smoking and listening to music
That's where we first spot him,and like we knew each other from the high-school team but not really know each other y'know?
Then they end up talking and chilling and playing some gamesss like truth or dare or sm
Idk I'm kinda imagining it just chilling and having deep conversations and talk about things in common
Gorl I gotchu ;p ~~
Anon Ask: Tsukishima
Tsukishima had no idea why he was here.
Correction—he knew exactly why. Yamaguchi had guilt-tripped him into coming, saying something about how he needed to "expand his social life" and "stop being a recluse." He hadn't been able to argue much when he was already agreeing just to get his best friend off his back.
Of course, Yamaguchi wasn't even here. Some excuse about having an early morning study session had conveniently surfaced at the last second; Leaving Tsukishima alone at a party he had no interest in attending when a better use of his Friday night would be staying in his dorm with his headphones on, zoning out to some documentary about prehistoric marine life.
All he felt was betrayal.
This was the same useless chatter, the same shallow interactions, the same pointless noise that made him want to walk right back out the door. He leaned against the back wall, drink in hand, half-listening to whatever trash playlist was blaring through the speakers. His gaze occasionally flickered over the room, not because he was interested in anything but because it gave him something to do other than stand there like an idiot.
He didn’t recognize most of the people here. He barely cared to. Drunken laughter rang in his ears, a couple stumbled past him, and someone yelled something incomprehensible from the other side of the room. His patience was already wearing thin. His foot tapped against the ground, a subtle tick of irritation.
Then, through the shifting bodies and dim, flickering lights, his gaze caught on someone who was familiar.
You.
You were weaving through the party, clearly uninterested, your expression giving away just how much you didn't want to be here. There was something oddly reassuring about that—someone else in the same predicament. A memory clicked into place after a few seconds. Second-year. Same class. You'd sat a row over by the window, always making snide remarks under your breath whenever the teacher said something ridiculous. He'd smirked at a few of them but never actually talked to you.
And now, here you were. And you’d seen him too.
Your eyes met across the room, a quiet recognition passing between you. Then, without hesitation, you started making your way over. He briefly considered looking away, pretending he hadn’t noticed, but it was already too late.
"Hey... Tsukishima, right? We had a class together in second year." You stopped beside him, tilting your head slightly. "Never thought I’d see you at a party. Let me guess—you lost a bet?"
He huffed, taking a sip from his drink. "Close. My friend thought I needed to ‘socialize more.’"
You deadpanned. "That’s disgusting. I’m sorry for your loss."
A snort left him before he could stop it. "Yeah, well. He’s not even here."
You raised a brow. "He ditched you?"
"Told me he had ‘studying’ to do." Tsukishima made air quotes with his free hand. "Like that wasn’t his plan all along."
"Brutal." You leaned against the wall beside him, arms crossed. "And yet, here you are. Holding up your end of the deal like a good little soldier."
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "For now."
You smirked, turning your gaze back to the chaotic mess in front of you. "This place is awful."
"Yeah." His gaze flicked over the crowd, unimpressed. "Not sure what’s worse—the music or the people."
"Tough call," you mused. "The music is bad, but at least it doesn’t try to hold a conversation with you."
Tsukishima let out a quiet, amused exhale. "Fair point."
A beat passed before you sighed, shifting your weight. "You wanna get out of here?"
He glanced at you, gauging if you were serious. He wasn’t usually the type to just leave somewhere with someone he barely knew. But this was unbearable. And you? You at least had a functional brain in your head.
His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. "God, yes."
Neither of you said anything more as you slipped through the party, out the door, and into the cold night air. The shift was immediate—the tension of the party dissipating the moment you stepped onto the sidewalk, the dull hum of the city streets far more tolerable than whatever chaotic mess was happening inside.
You walked without a real destination, just following the quiet rhythm of the night, side by side under streetlights casting long shadows across pavement. The city wasn’t asleep, but it was quieter now, the occasional car passing by, a few other night-walkers making their way home.
"So, what’d you do to deserve being dragged here?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I thought I could be like everyone else our age." You sighed dramatically. "Clearly, I make poor choices."
Tsukishima huffed. "Yeah, you and me both."
Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The streets were mostly empty, the occasional passing car throwing streaks of light across the pavement. You kicked a stray pebble down the sidewalk, watching it bounce before speaking again.
"So, are you still doing that volleyball thing?"
Tsukishima looked at you, unimpressed. "Wow. Stalker much?"
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, totally. I spend all my free time keeping tabs on people I barely spoke to in high school."
Tsukishima let out a quiet scoff but found himself smirking despite himself. "Right. Of course."
You nudged him lightly with your elbow before switching topics. "So, what’s your major?"
He glanced at you, wondering if you actually cared or if you were just making conversation. "Geology."
You raised a brow, a knowing look crossing your face. "Dinosaurs, huh?"
Tsukishima tensed. "What? No. Rocks."
You let out a low laugh. "Sure. Totally not related."
He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitched. "What about you?"
"Oh, I don't really have one. I prefer to just float. You know, jack of all trades and that jazz."
Tsukishima found that slightly funny, though he didn’t show it beyond a slight shake of his head. "So you plan to graduate with nothing, then?"
"That’s the dream."
The back-and-forth was easy, natural. Neither of you felt the need to fill every silence with meaningless words, and yet, the conversation kept flowing. Complaints about professors, stupid classmates, the absurdity of group projects—somehow, it all felt lighter when it was shared.
At some point, your steps slowed, and you both lingered near a street corner, neither of you saying anything for a few beats. A breeze rolled past, cool against the lingering warmth of the night, and you rocked back on your heels before tilting your head slightly to glance at him.
"You know," you started, drawing out the words, "I half-expected you to be a bigger ass."
Tsukishima blinked at you, arching a brow. "And I expected you to be less annoying."
You let out a low laugh, shaking your head. "So we’re both disappointed. Great."
Tsukishima didn’t answer, but he huffed out something close to a laugh, subtle but there. The conversation had been nothing but casual snark and easy complaints, but there was something oddly comfortable about it—like the banter wasn’t just passing time but filling a space that neither of you had realized was empty until now.
Eventually, you stopped at the entrance to the subway station. You looked up at him, hands stuffed in your pockets, shifting slightly on your feet before smirking.
"I like complaining about things with you," you said, voice lighter than before. "Let’s do it again sometime."
And then, just like that, you turned and disappeared down the stairs.
Tsukishima stood there, watching as the train rumbled to life, departing into the tunnels with you on it.
A sigh slipped out of him, and he muttered to himself, "... yeah... me too."
Then, like an idiot, it hit him.
He didn’t ask for your number.
Great.
Can you please do osamu with fav position too? Im on your knees now 🧎🧎🧎
You may rise, fellow simp... I've come 🫡 ------------
Osamu Miya was a man of simple pleasures and needs. So long as had had a roof over his head, some good food to munch on and a bed, he wouldn’t complain.
But for some reason, you were the one thing he could never get enough.
Your legs are wrapped around his hips, Osamu reveling in the way your pussy sucked him whole when he filled you. You were panting in his face, hands clutching at his back for any sort of anchor. He thought you were absolutely delicious like this. Melting at his touch, your eyes drowning in lust, trying to muster up a coherent sentence. Osamu can’t help the groan that rumbles out from his throat, moving his head into the crook of your neck as he leaves kisses and bites all down your neck. “’Samu..!” You squealed at a harsher nip, your pants turning into moans as he licks and suckles at the bite.
“What? I can’t enjoy my meal?” Osamu’s honestly surprised how even his voice sounded, even though he could’ve finished at the way you called his name. He traces his fingers down your chest, circling your nipple before giving it a few flicks. He adored how reactive you were when he did that. You gasp, calling out his name as he continued to fuck you, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping alongside your screams. Your nails claw down his back as you continue to sputter muffled versions of his name. Your orgasm triggers his, and you’re both coming down from a blissful high. You’re both panting, room reeking of sex when you try to get up to get a towel, when you feel Osamu’s hand gripping your arm. Cock still red and hard. “I’m still hungry.”
Hey what happened to all your audios?
My SoundCloud got deleted due to violating their policy (the more mature audios weren't allowed) - I'll be either finding another place I can post them that allows that type of audio (if anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to hear them!) or I'll make a separate blog on here for them. (But I'll have to come up with a tagging system so Tumblr won't flag them either)
I recently remembered your Soundcloud, and came back to see you hadn't posted in two years, and your latest Tumblr post seems to be over a year ago. Not saying you have to start back up or anything if you're busy, but I'm just checking in to see if you're ok.
Aww! That’s really sweet of you for checking in!
I’m doing okay! Actually, I recently got back into Undertale so I’m likely gonna try to make some audios again in the coming weeks so look forward to that! ^^
Also, the reason I haven’t posted on here for like a year is I’m way more active on my fandom blog @anxiously-unsatisfied-world so feel free to check that out <3
What was your arcane OCs' upbringing like?
cracks knuckles. ok so. coneri
CONERI grew up in zaun. born and raised in zaun, specifically the part of the city above the lanes. grew up with his momma (murigen) and started working in the gold mines when he was 10 because #childlabor. his dad (emanuel) is the second-in-command for the enforcers of piltover and he's not Married to murigen. coneri learned pretty quickly growing up that the only two options are to listen or to die. if you don't listen to your superiors in the mines, you will die. if you don't listen to your dad, then, well.
when he's 12 he has to mercy kill another kid from a mine collapse and he has normal thoughts about this.
murigen has an immunocompromised disease that was sped up by working in the mines. coneri also has this and it affected him by making him get miner's lung much worse and more severe than most other miners his age.
coneri always wanted More. he's smart, incredibly so, but very practical in it. he loves construction and specifically bridges. in another life, where he's allowed to be smart, he'd probably go to the piltover academy and get a degree in civil engineering. but instead he gets to be silco's dog.
occasionally emanuel would bring a little girl with him to visit zaun. coneri finds out that this is his half-sister eve. eve is the daughter of an ionia immigrant (rhea) and emanuel. rhea and emanuel were actually married for longer than emanuel's relationship with murigen, which is awful. whatever! doesn't matter. eve is here now.
she goes to the piltover private school and helps her mother out with her jewelry repair business. she is also close friends with caitlyn kiramman, the two raised together. cassandra, caitlyn's mother, is the one who introduced rhea to emanuel.
eve is pretty quiet and keeps to herself, spends a lot of time studying and in her own world. she'd like to be friends with others, but... she's more content singing to herself and acting out book scenes. she's theatrically and musically talented, but focuses on school instead.
she and coneri are extremely close all things considered. coneri keeps eve safe during her visits to zaun, and the two of them find a connection because neither of them have many others; neither of them have friends in zaun. they have a four year age gap with coneri as the older one of the two :)
big oof about the blog deletion, is that why the heat comic blog decided to implode? or was that the one you were trying to delete? no judgment if so, i’m sure you have your reasons and i support you ❤️ -heat anon
yeah, the comic blog imploded because it was one of the sideblogs on the account, but that was definitely not the one I was trying to delete ;w;
Wow, the added context to that incident is even more stupid because it shows once again how little CD understands about TV production.
There is, in fact, no set number for how long a season of a TV show is. It's dependent on how many episodes the network orders for a season and can range from 13 to 22 to even going as far 60 (first season of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.) 13 episodes for a season isn't some new thing, either. The first season of the Simpsons was 13 episodes. Hell, the first season of Family Guy only had 7.
I really don't know what CD was trying to prove here, but she exposed herself once again as being far less knowledgeable than she tries to make herself out to be.
I think the best answer to this is that she did the equivalent to screaming at a toy just because someone didnt agreed with her
I'm a little lost. Who is Pixie and who is Phoenix? What was the context?
Basically Lily made 2 ocs for a vídeo about dark média fandom vs normal fandom and normally uses them as Strawmen for her arguments about fandoms from different media. She made them before changing to CD.
In the new vídeo she is talking about episodes of the show and Pixie tells that the show would have 2 seasons 13 episodes each and then she slaps Pixie in the face and start screaming at her saying that 13 or 8 episodes dont make a season but 26 does.
Like yeah its totally dumb for me to express concern for fictional characters, but the moment itself its not a joke. The music stops, the character is terrified and cd puppet is just pointing at her face and staring at her angry. The tone of voice, the pointing, made me feel... Scared. L
And in the end with the note that not only she did not get punished for getting physical and the victim is blamed for "you Deadnamed her you deserved it" made me realize that its what CD fantasizes about: To assault People and threaten them without any consequences just because they disagree with her and are "mean".
She Is in her 30s and with this behaviour and mentality? Its horrible
Huh, wonder what subject inspired such a fucked up segment. *One Youtube search later* It's in a video on the Avatar Pavi discourse?! She's only talking about this now?! We Are Not Alive had a video out on this in December! CD, you don't have other work, what the hell are you wasting your time doing?
Based on that vídeo, she maybe going like "They literally stole my fanfic to make this show" conspiration theory
Carmilla in the book is an infinitely more compelling character.
All that i read about her was that part she bit Laura chest when she was Seven, caused Laura mother's Death, haunted her Dreams at night, killed the daughter of a guy and lots of other women and tried to gaslit Laura into Fleeing with her.
But i still need to fully read the book and at this point im going to use the link of the previous anon to read it in english, because fuck me on trying find it translated.
You are free to give me your opinions on Carmilla too.
How did you manage to find videos instead of an online copy there are tons of resources online to read it for free.
Im from Brazil, thats why i got trouble. Trying to find the copy here with the fucking Copyright system that is imposed on us...
I just wanted to read it in my native language. Seriously, they take down EVERY. SINGLE. SITE. THAT OFFERS TRANSLATED STUFF.
https://www.tumblr.com/brunossan/766871525187076096/this-is-a-longshot-would-you-be-willing-to-help
steadybluebirdpizza / Stacy Amondi is a documented scammer
https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/762224188048179200
would you mind deleting their scam from your blog, or clearly labeling it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others? in the future, please remember you can use the tumblr search box to search the username/paypal account name/text used by people asking for money to check if they’ve been proven to be a scammer
IT WAS A SCAMMER?!
Fuck i must warn everyone, delete that post...
Thanks for the warning
Speaking of Sylvanas... The deal with her is that some sexist dickbag behind the story made her into black and white villain, but Lily didn't mind it until later it was pointed out her actions were immoral and they explained them by saying she was brainwashed, right? Sorry of you don't know yourself, I have no idea who else I could ask about it.
Now you got me there because i never played World of Warcraft lol
But from what i have heard, the reasons she disliked how Warcraft wrote Sylvanas is how they turned her into a villain and botchered the Horde.
Unfortunally im not a reliable source about that sorry for it.
You Jaune stans are a stain on the fandom.
Pathetic.
Me who never truly watched Rwby (Except for clips and season 8) but got into The fandom because of some tumblers and their memes seeing this:
Guess im Gonna receive more of this soon
Headcanon ideas
.Super curious Chris about pregnancy that is sooo cute and annoying for his pregnant wife
.Chris start to cheer his gf up.how?with stupid cheesy pick up lines
Headcanon: Better Half
Loooveeeeee this!
"Why da face?" Chris walked in your shared bedroom, oreos in hand with one half way in his mouth.
You rolled over dramatically, pulling the covers under your chin
"Just that work thing, I have to work with that lazy, mother-."
"Carol." He said flatly
"Yes! Carol! It's always Carol."
He plumped in the spot next to you.
"Hey honey..." He cooed.
"What." You sat up, moving next to him.
Twisting the oreo in his hand, he moved the frosted side in your direction.
"You're my better half." He said, showing a goofy grin.
You paused, staring at him with a flat expression, the corner of your lip creasing slightly, you couldn’t hold back the all out laughter.
"You're the cringiest person i have ever met." You gasped through laughs.
"Yeah but it worked to make my girl smile didn't it"
You grabbed the cookie half from him, shoving the whole thing in your mouth.
Hey Do You Have Friends
I’ve got very few rn. Kinda too busy to look around and make more unfortunately. I am open to making friends though? Just haven’t been trying as of late.
Anyway here’s Gregarious:
Hey! Saw your post about community college. Just wondering, what are you studying? Thanks!
I was actually there to get my GED since I had to drop out of high school for a plethora of reasons. (Covid era, Mental health stuff, etc.) I did very well lol and got credit for Math. I was one point off from a Science credit too.
Though I do plan on going to a community college soon for computer science. There’s one near me that has a game dev course type thing i’m looking into right now, but even if I just end up in programming I think I’d be good.
dO yOu LiKe sLuG
My answer depends entirely on which slug we’re talking about.
also why are you typing like the homestuck clown ?
Do you celebrate Christmas? Did you get anything cool?
I was born in southern America. Christmas is in my bones whether I want it to or not. It’s been drilled into my subconscious since birth-
I got a few cool things, but it all pales in comparison to the pure artistry that is:
The Official Garfield Pillow Pet
Look at my boy; He becometh flat!
Have you ever been like, high or drunk before? You seem like you would have some funny stories or something.
Well I’ve got asthma, so I’ve never been high. I have been drunk once, and I went through a surgery and was on pain meds for a long while, but it turns out that I really don’t like the feeling of being intoxicated?? Like everyone talks so positively about it, but it just feels awful to me? My brain just despises not having clarity I guess? Thank whatever that I have a high pain tolerance cus I got off those surgery opioids as quick as possible-
Though when I was drunk that one time I hopped onto a minecraft server with a friend of mine and just started talking about “who let the dogs out” or something and teleported a bunch of wolves to the nether I think? I don’t remember the details very clearly.
also most alcohol tastes horrid and im chaotic enough without it, so ig im just the designated driver forever
DO YOU HAVE A FURSONAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Cause like I sawwwwwww you talking about furrys that would Be SO COOL . . .
I personally wouldn’t call myself a furry.
However.
I technically did make up a fursona once-
I’m not really apart of that community myself, but I’ve looked into it before; both because I have been friends with people who were furries, and because I like looking into communities online for fun. That and when making an alien species - Furries can give you a surprising amount of good advice.
I made a fursona as a “what if” scenario once while watching some videos furry horror stories. (Made by furries - It wasn’t anti-furry content - It was just talking about some scary stuff that happened in the past like the patched stuffed animal fursuit guy.) I never did make an actual drawing of the fursona in question, but I did sketch it out once. It was a moth with a dark green color scheme and formal accessories if I recall correctly. I don’t think I’d ever make or get an actual fursuit of it, but designing one for fun was entertaining to me. (like deciding on what features to keep from the original animal, and what to change for that slightly cartoonish vibe fursuits/fursonas tend to have.)
Unfortunately, I don’t know where that sketch is though since that was a long while ago? If I find it I’ll post it I guess?
TDLR: Technically yes, but I’m not a furry-
do u know the rizzler???
like the onceler?
You should tell us some more about yourself. You are like a mystery lol...
- 19 year old trans guy
- fruity dumbass (demisexual / bisexual if ya really want specifics)
- just here to say random thoughts into the void or for fandom content (there is good reason for my likes being hidden - its just fictional men holding hands)
- 🦅🍔🔫🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅 ‘MERICA 🦅🇺🇸🔫🛢️🦅🇺🇸
- I am probably too invested in video games (like design and development and playing them)
- I also like to draw but im eh at it
- I also have a pet cat (he is soft n goofy)
my son /\
Heyyyyyy... You Seem Really Cool lol........ Are You Single!?!?!?!?
you are very cool
genuinely thank you
i just got misgendered at a texas roadhouse - haven’t been misgendered in like a couple years so it kinda threw my day off
but opening tumblr to this was actually kinda nice
you are very cool anon 👍
i hope no minor inconveniences ever befall upon you again in your lifetime(s)