Hey I’m Bailey! I’m currently 19 years old and I write as a hobby. I decided to start a blog on tumblr since there was a huge pool of poc writers joining this app. poc, especially black girls & women, are super underrepresented in the anime community period. I want to be able to contribute to the positive rep we receive in the tumblr community and along the way I hope to meet new people and make some friends! Remember: We deserve happy endings, we deserve fairytales, and we deserve positive representation.
☆ RULES:
1. I write for POC, black, and gn readers.
2. Please do not send me requests when they are closed please, thank you!
3. Please do not send any hate in the anonymous mail or in the comments of my works.
4. This is a safe space for readers, POC readers especially, I will not hesitate to block you if I receive any racist/bigoted comments or mail.
5. If you are transphobic, misogynistic, racist, bi-phobic, homophobic, etc. Please get off my block.
6. If there are any minors who view this blog, please do not interact with my nsfw content. Thank you!
WHAT I DO
-oneshots
-drabbles
-headcanons
-series
-song-fics
-poluybb
-yanderes
-a little nsfw (minors dni)
-fluff
-poc reader, black reader, and gn readers
WHAT I DONT DO
-race play of any form
-incest
-pedophilia
-minors engaging in sexual intercourse
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP.
Requests are open! 19, poc writer, cat lover, bookworm.
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I didn’t want to make this post because I don’t wanna be perceived as someone who complains, but, last night something happened that got me so mad and I need to talk about it.
You need to have more respect to content creators, writers or artists, please, do not just ask for work like it is nothing, we know you’re excited, we know you say it in the best way possible, but believe me, it feels like we’re doing homework or something else if we don’t work on it because we want to. Before you ask for content from your favorite blogs, check their latest work, and the posts that they made, have they been active? Because we have things beside this blog, some of us have school, others have work and even some have both, yet, they make time to post something and to deliver content to you guys, which leads me to my next point.
I write because I love writing, I’ve been doing it since I was 12 and now I’m close to 21, I’ve also been reading fanfics since that time, and something that has been bothering me a lot is the lack of feedback people have at least here, working on a long piece of writing only to see it not even get 10 reblogs is painful, not getting a single comment is so demotivating, because, as much as I write for myself, posting and not hearing anything makes me think my work is not good, that I’m not doing it right. And I don’t get to have a space to complain because we are supposed to have this blog as just something for ourselves, not even gonna put on my anthropologist hat here just leavin that here bc i slightly disagree.
Then, when you ask for so much content and all we get is a like, it hurts, and it makes us think about just quitting for at least some time, what is the point of formatting, editing, changing details and more just to get two likes in one post when we have over 300 followers and not even get a single comment?
Have some respect for your content creators and I’m gonna repeat this again, REBLOG, REBLOG, REBLOG. Feedback is crucial when it comes to your favorite content creators staying, and please don’t complain about “well my blog loses aesthetic” because then we see that you just care about consuming our content and not even enough to get to be seen by others.
I have a lot on plate this year, each time I’m done with a crucial exam, the next is right around the corner.
Lack of interaction is enough to deplete our motivation. Don’t confuse demanding content as encouragement. Because it’s not.
I rely on feedback, please. Both negative and positive. I need to know if I’m doing something right or wrong. And I don’t get that with people just liking my stuff and moving on with their day.
Don’t expect us to have any fuel left to write when we barely receive appreciation for our content. And sure as hell don’t demand it.
I know I should be working on the asks I received BUT something has come to my attention that is pissing me off. The way people make their books only available for specific race,specific height, specific hair texture and specific weight range.
I am a black girl but I am NOT dark. I am very light due to my mix and I’ve received barely any of my father’s complexion meaning I’m just slightly tan. So I, a person who has listened to black and brown authors and readers talk about the bs that’s produced by probably every NB author here, wil tell you how to be more inclusive.
BLUSHING! Black and brown women DONT get red for obvious reasons that we’re all aware of instead of saying things like :
“ a red/pink tint crept onto her face”
WHY’S THIS WRONG YOU MAY ASK?
Such words create imagery that the person has fair/light skin which is very unfair if you claim to make books for everyone.
Use alternatives like:
“Her face became very heated and a feeling of bashfulness took over emotions”
WHY IS THIS RIGHT?
It does NOT specify ones race or skin tone and instead gives emotion and doesn’t paint imagery of the characters looks which is very important when writing x readers.
HEIGHT! When writing you have to be mindful of girls of all heights because not very girl is like 4’11. Stop writing things like:
“He looked down into her e/c eyes-“ WRONG!
WHY?
You are specifiying that’s she’s short when the characters like 5’9 (I’m 5’2 they would have to look down so I have the privilege)
Instead write:
“He adjusted his gaze to look into her e/c eyes”
WHY IS THIS RIGHT?
I am not specifying wether he looked up,down or cross eyed to look at her am I?
HAIR TEXTURE! I have 4b/4c hair and other girls hair have curls or just textured hair where you cant run a hand through it. Stop writing things like:
“He ran his hands through her hair-‘’ UGH HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?!
You’re being specific again! And especially when you in stuff like blonde or dirty brunette or whatever hair shades are called.
Write this instead:
“His hand ran over her nape petting her hair lightly as his hands trailed down to rest a hand on her waist”
IF DIFFERENT ACTION WHY RIGHT?
It doesn’t have anything in the line that will single the reader out because if you write books that are supposed to be for everybody (xreaders) doesn’t need to show any characteristics because you don’t know what the readers look like.
Also don’t always talk about washing hair in fics with showers. You can talk about having freshly washed hair but don’t talk about washing hair in showers.
WEIGHT! There has been a rise in x!chubby readers on this app and Wattpad BUT if you make xreaders and are not specifying wether its for black,chubby and tall readers and its just an xreader and you don’t specify don’t say things like:
“He picked her up with EASE and began to walk around” DICKHEAD-
Sugawara is not going to be picking up a 190lb girl with ease. (Iwaizumi maybe but that’s another convo for another time-)
Say if the character is strong say:
“He hoisted the girl onto his back and began his movements to ( destination)”
Or maybe they are able to pick up a heavy person but YOU NEVER KNOW!
Humans or people with average abilities (injured person perspective):
“He put an arm around his shoulder,wrapping his other arm around the girl’s waist to make it easier for her to lean for support”
If anything I said bothered you its not my fucking problem and you just need to reevaluate yourself- Matta fact just start putting x white! Skinny! Short! Long Haired! Straight Haired ! Reader the folks wont read your shit
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EGGS : scrambled with cheese!!! or boiled, i eat boiled eggs every single day grr
STEAK : almost burnt, i only wanna see brown
MILK : i love milk, any milk, all milk is valid
ALCOHOL : plum soju! clase azul. malibu & dr. pepp.
WARM DRINK : coffee? lmao
TAGGING : @lookslikeleese @yukiimanic @katsufictie @blahkugo (even tho you just tagged me in it agsksush) @inkykeiji @lady-bakuhoe @tomurasprincess @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten @nectarous @mindninjax @todosweetheart @hisoknen @darlingoshiki @tsuhika & anyone else that’d like to do it!
Egg: it should be runny or it’s a fucking no for me ☠️(but sometimes i do love a good fritata)
Steak: medium well (but i rarely eat steak bc that’s v expensive here)
Milk: i love all kinds of milk! fresh milk, chocolate milk, strawberry milk, mango milk, yoghurt milk, laban milk, yakult. but my favorite is bakugou’s milk sksksksdsad
Alcohol: hngh–i don’t usually drink alcohol 🤧but does alcoholic chocolate count?
egg: i don’t eat eggs by themselves 🤧
steak: MEDIUM RARE 😍😍😍
milk: whole milk or 2% milk, i love milk
alcohol: fireball! but smirnoff ices have been my addiction lately 😩
warm drink: hot chocolate 🤤
tagging: @dimplesum @cellotonin @secondhand-trash @redbeanteax if u did it already whoops 🥴 & anyone else who wants to do it!!
egg: ok it needs to be either runny or flavored…i like sunny-side-up eggs or 卤蛋/茶叶蛋
steak: medium rare pls i literally can’t chew it if it’s any more well done than that
milk: …whole milk…but i really like plant milk too hehe soy milk, coconut milk, not so much almond bc it’s like…bland…to me…but i wanna try oat milk too hehe
alcohol: lol i’m a minor but i tried chopstick wine™️ before and it was gross
warm drink: omg hot cocoa hot cocoa (but also that citrus honey tea that SLAPS)
tagging: hehehe @lucyheartfilias-wife @todorkihoee @shinsousliya @zerohawks @hitosushi @katsuhera @alpha3113 @mountladysdaughter @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @dabisburntforeskin @bummie @somberess @iicekking @blazedbakugou @solar3lunar @angiebug101 @blackweebtrash and anyone else who wants to participate ofc hehe <3
Here’s an ever-growing list of black content creators on tumblr that write black reader, whether it be headcanons or fics!
This list will change as more people are added! And please let me know if you see any mistake or if you are the writer and need a name change! And please respect the creators by reading their rules and DNIs when you follow them!
Reblog if no matter if you have 50,000 or 50 followers, you appreciate every single one. Reblog if you appreciate the messages you get, whether it's 100 or 1. Reblog if a little smile comes across your face everytime you see a new follower or message. Reblog if even though most of us aren't tumblr famous, we appreciate the little things.
I’m honestly so tired of people treating minors like they are mindless children who can’t/won’t/don’t make their own decisions. Yeah, a 17-year-old can be a fucking child but so can a 23-year-old?? Like??? At the ripe old age of 19, aka JUST BARELY AN ADULT I am still very much young minded and dependent and pretty similar to most 17-year-olds out there. Like honestly, your age doesn’t change your life and perception. You know what makes you mature? Experiences. Going to college made me more mature. Graduating and finally leaving high school made me more mature. Deciding to stop letting abusive people manipulate me into continuing relationships and friendships made me more mature. I am not necessarily any smarter or mature or more capable than any 17 or even 16-year-old out there. I have met 15-year-olds that have more intelligence and maturity and life experience than some fucking 30-year-olds I’ve known. The only thing being 18 does is give you legal rights to some parts of your life. 18 is not some magical age where you suddenly should only NOW be held responsible for your actions or decisions. Maybe legally it’s different, but personality and societally, you are no different. For fucks sake you aren’t even a “legal adult” in Japan or Korea until you’re 20.
Stop acting like minors are infants and should be safeguarded like little fragile glass dolls. And if you ARE going to infantilize and overprotect, overprotect ANY young person. Not just “minors.” An 18, 19, 20, 21, 22 year old shouldn’t be any less protected than a 17 year old, at least in my opinion. Anyone young is still really fucking liable to have shitty stuff happen to them and not be able to handle it. I’m just as uncomfortable at 19 being hit on by an old man as I was at 17.
Also, give minors a voice. They have a right to be heard, just like any other adult. Your opinion isn’t less because your age is. Do you know how many revolutionary-minded young people there are in this world? So many you’d lose count. We have so many problems that we decide to segregate because of age. Yes, we have our adult age set in law for a reason, but that reason should not be exploited and blown out of proportion. You do not get to shove your personal societal values onto something that is solely based in reasons of legality and logic.
Okay, sorry if that was super fucking long winded but I needed to get that off my chest. It’s been bothering me. Feel free to ignore the fuck out of this because as per usual it is literally all just my opinion. Probably going to get hate for this. I won’t be surprised.
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TW//CW: reader smokes, possible trauma & ptsd, reader has a speech impediment, and usage of profanities.
Description:
As you start out college, your aunt asks of you to start attending therapy sessions to alleviate your negative experiences of the past. However, you start to realize that sometimes the past can be inescapable.
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Taglist: @xetou
A/N: Hi! Please let me know if you’d like to be apart of the taglist. Thank you for reading ❤
"O--ONE PUMPKIN SPICE latte, p--please.” You felt your hands shake, you had a lecture in a few minutes and you were close to being late. The barista nodded, going off to the side to prepare your drink. You looked around the café, it was cozy and warm. You made a mind note to frequent here in the future.
The barista then handed you the drink, you giving her the right amount cash in return. You took a sip of it, taking in the bitter sweetness.
“(Y/n), how could you possibly drink this evil thing and not get sick?!”
You were walking with Aiko to lunch. You giggled, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know, I usually take it black but every once in a while I change it up.”
Aiko rolled her eyes at your playfulness. You were so busy paying attention to her that you didn’t realize that you bumped into a toned chest. Splash! Your sweet coffee spilt all over his shirt. Your eyes widened in realization, quickly grabbing some napkins from your backpack. You felt heat rush to your cheeks. “O--oh my gosh, I am so sorry--”
“It’s fine,” he grunted. You looked up at him for a second, he was tall and seemed to be one of those ‘no bullshit’ kind of guys. There was a noticeable red tint on his cheeks but his expression told a much different story.
You heard a laugh from behind him. It was that boy you asked Aiko about yesterday. “Uh oh, looks like Iwa-chan got coffee all over his uniform.”
“Shut up Shittykawa.”
Aiko grabbed your arm, giving you a ‘lets get out of here’ look and you anxiously nodded. The two boys watched you leave with curiosity, both of them were equally intrigued by you. "What the hell was that, (Y/n)?"
You frowned in embarrassment. "I--I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Well be careful next time, or you'll bump into one of those bastards again. They’re bad news.”
You chuckled, locking arms with her as the two of you continued to stroll through the hallway. “Oh come on Aiko, I think that Oikawa guy seems nice-ish. Do you have some sort of vendetta against the volleyball team?”
“Something like that,” The red-haired girl muttered. Your eyebrows raised, deciding to not tap into her conflict with them.
“Who was the cutie?” Oikawa asked as he and a few other guys changed into their jerseys.
Iwaizumi pulled off his stained shirt and placed it in his duffle bag. He instantly knew who what his friend was referring to. “Some third year transfer. Judging by her slightly mediocre Japanese, she’s American.”
“Ah, she's definitely not like everyone else around here." Oikawa smirked at his the light-green eyed boy. "You know Iwa-chan? Something tells me we'll be seeing her a lot more often."
“Mhm.”
And with that, they headed off to the gym for practice.
You took a drag out of your cigarette. The lecture was quite succinct, only lasting about 30 minutes. Most lessons were straight-forward and to-the-point, which was one of the several perks that came with your college experience.
Sometimes you wondered how you managed to push through after what had happened. It seemed like a never-ending hell, maybe that's why the admission team felt bad for you when you wrote that heartfelt essay. Your phone vibrated, indicating someone was trying to call you. It was your aunt. You sighed, swiping left to hear what she had to say. "..H--hello?"
"(Y/n)? Hi sweetheart, how are you doing?"
"F--fine Auntie, I just c--came from a lecture."
"I see. You know your friend Aiko stopped by yesterday to see if you were still here. Poor thing misses you like hell."
You once again sighed. A part of you did miss your old friends from high school, but sometimes you've got to leave the past in the past. Hell, you moved out of Miyagi for a god-damned reason. Thinking of the past made you want to take another hit of your cigarette. So you did, savoring the ethereal feeling of nicotine entering your lungs.
"..(Y/n)?"
No answer, she instantly knew why. Aunt Em was now becoming irritated with you. "(Y/n), are you smoking again?"
You groaned, hanging up the phone on her. It's not like you were trying to be rude or anything. You hated when she tried to intrude on your bad habits, like a child. And you weren't a fucking child anymore.
You tossed the cigarette, pressing it into the ground. You looked at the time and internally cussed. It was almost 4:30. You had some stupid study session with one of your classmates, he was pretty nice but seemed to be reserved and a no-bullshit kind of guy as well.
You walked to the library, which was like a common-place for the students to hang out it. You spotted him, you were only like 5 or six minutes late. But making an effort to be punctual would establish a better relationship between the two of you.
Your classmate had this studious dark academia-like nature to him, which you found to be pretty hot. It was also his familiarity, he reminded you of someone from the past. You also liked how he was patient with you, given your speech impediment and all. It was pretty rare especially since you hadn’t always been like that.
“(L/n), you’re late.” His non-chalant voice bringing a few shivers down your spine. Obviously, you had gotten over your boy-shyness but you sometimes felt like a part of it was still there.
You quickly bowed your head and played it off with a giggle. “S--sorry Akaashi, I ran into a few things on the way here. It won’t happen again.” He nod
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” His gunmetal blue eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. He gestured for you to sit next to him to which you immediately followed. Both of you had aspirations within the world of humanities, especially you, who was looking to write a book someday. “So what have you worked on so far?”
You pulled up a word document on your laptop of some drafting ideas for a possible story. Your professor is has assigned each student to write a memoir of the past. “I--I decided to write about the more positive moments of my past, y’know?”
Akaashi just stared, once again showing no emotion. You hadn’t opened up to him at all really. But you knew he somehow suspected, with your aloof and timid nature, that something happened to you.
“Honestly,” he said making eye-contact with the window behind you.
“H--hm?” You internally panicked. Oh no, is my idea too dull-
He then smiled, making your eyes widen. “Honestly I think it’s a great idea, (L/n).”
I hope lightning comes down, destroys every organ in your body and someone comes and shatters your kneecaps. You have no sense and you will never know peace.
Yall show everyday that you don’t care about the physical and emotional wellbeing of black women. You see the shit Kanye has been doing... why would you even subject that on a black woman to handle and fix?
“Black women are strong Queens and can handle everything”
We’re only valued for our labor--physical, emotional, gestational and childrearing, organizational.
If there’s a hard job to be done, CALL A BLACK WOMAN!
And they think this shit is a compliment!
Get mad when we don’t feel honored that they’d choose to sacrifice one of our lives to whatever cause they need us to fix,
Don’t even hear themselves when they say these things.
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TW//: reader smokes, reader has a speech impediment, cussing, and some possible other mature themes.
Description:
As you start out college, your aunt asks of you to start attending therapy sessions to alleviate your negative experiences of the past. However, you start to realize that the past can sometimes be inescapable.
0.6k words
A/N: Thank you so much for 16 notes on the last chapter, I really appreciate it 🥺❤. Let me know if you want to be apart of the taglist </3
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AUNT EM LIKED TO WAKE up fresh in the morning to make her famous eggs. Being a late riser, you always passed up on the eggs and went straight for the coffee maker. "Hmph, you'd rather drink that dull shit over my eggs, huh?"
You let out a giggle and took a sip of your mug. "Coffee over everything, Auntie. It eases my anxiety.”
Aunt Em chuckled, patting your shoulder. "And what are you anxious about?”
You shrugged. "I don't know, just being a new student and all."
"Well, that's normal! Besides, you're only the new kid for a few months. It'll be a cakewalk, and then you can move along to a good college.”
Your face lit up with optimism. "Really?”
"Really. Six months ain't never hurt anybody!" You giggled at her reply. She opened her arms in for a hug; you rolled your eyes and went in. "Also, cut it out with the cigarettes, please! I don't want that shit stinking up the house."
You nodded, giving her a small smile. "I'll try."
The car ride to school made you feel a bit on edge; Aunt Em silently hummed some gospel tunes as she drove through Miyagi. You stared down at your uniform skirt; thankfully, it didn't accentuate but conceal your curvy features.
Aunt Em’s car pulled into the school driveway, bringing your anxiety to its peak. “Try to make some friends, okay? Don’t make your last few months of high school boring.”
“Yeah.”
Aunt Em waved goodbye as you walked to the main office to grab your new schedule. The hallways were crowded, lots of people, lots of tall boys especially. You got a weird look from someone every now and then but paid no attention to it.
“(Y/n)?”
“..What are you thinking about (Y/n)?”
You snapped out of your daze. “O--oh, just l--life.”
“Could you be more specific?”
"Finally, we have our two big gyms. The first one is used for guys and the second is for the girls."
You saw a glimpse of what it looked to be the boys' volleyball team practicing, even from your point of view they seemed pretty good. One boy caught your eye in particular, you didn't know much about volleyball but you were familiar with the positions, he was really good at spiking the ball.
The student tourist smiled, noting your lingering curiosity. "I see you found the boys' volleyball team."
You nodded at the student tourist with a smile. "Who's the one with the brown hair?"
She chuckled. "Ooh, that's Tooru Oikawa, setter and captain of the volleyball team. He's like an idol here or whatever, never really saw the hype but he's not so bad on the eyes. Wanna go say hello?"
So that's his name. You felt your heart flutter, well maybe your stomach. Your eyes then widened, did anyone mention you were boy-shy? You quickly shook your head 'no'. "I--I think I have a good idea of how to navigate through the school. Thank you so much Aiko!"
"Uh yeah, sure. Come sit with my friends and I at lunch, it's not everyday we meet someone like you. You're so adorable!"
You felt the heat rise inside of your cheeks. You flashed her a smile before rushing to your next class before the bell rang.
