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not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
I talk to basically everything as if it's a person. I greet passing crows as my "cousins." I respond conversationally to my cats. I yell "same to you!" when inanimate objects make loud noises. I say good morning to plants. I thank my phone when an alarm goes off. When objects don't act the way I want them to I explain what I need them to do, or tell them they're being rude. I tell my car when we're stopping for gas.
I reassure credit card readers who are struggling that I know they are doing their best. Bless you, you funky lil machine, I'm sorry my dad is part of the reason people hate you. :(
I saw this idea from a post by @heartyforeveryone and oml I need to do drabbles of it
A/N: No tw besides cursing and this is a primarily yandere blog in the first place sooooo this is tame by my standards, also housewardens being atrociously down bad for the prefect/yuu/reader, also gender neutral but if I accidentally used any she/her pronouns for prefect lmk, also spoilers for each overblot
—-🌹
*After Riddles overblot*
Yuu/reader(thinking): Riddle was so nice when he fixed my messy uniform collar for me!
Queen of hearts: Back in my day, that meant that the person fixing your attire wants your hand in marriage!
Yuu: … How long is Crowley gonna take to get me back home?
I mean, no offense!…but constantly having you scream “Off with their heads!” in my head, when a person bumps into me doesn’t make me wanna date Riddle even more…what with your similar mindsets…
Queen of Hearts:(focusing on the wrong thing)…So! You admit to wanting to date Riddle! The perfect example of my amazing rule! The living embodiment of what living in my domain was like!
Yuu: you know what sure! I’ll even bring him a strawberry tart with oyster sauce(Lying)
*Riddles heart bangs shoot up straight as if receiving radio waves from your mere thought of dating him*
—-🦁
Scar: why are you even talking to this lowlife mutt? I know about 100 better options for you and they all begin with L and end with eona Kingscholar
Yuu: Scar…with all due respect as one of the revered Great seven….
Shut UP! I’m ordering me and Grims meal right now!!!
Scar: I’m just saying! Look at that Prince and tell me that he isn’t just the Beastman version of me! Not to mention that him calling you herbivore makes you blush, at least a little! Honestly you couldn’t find a better suitor if you tried Prefect!
Yuu: You know what? Yeah! I’m gonna ask him out at his next spell drive tournament! (Lying)
Scar: Atta’ prefect! Now make sure that you continue my legacy of greatness with-
Yuu: *already tuning out scar in favor of the meal they just got from the “lowlife mutt”*
Somewhere in the Botanical gardens, Leona’s ears almost flew off his head with how quickly they perked up, again because of the magic telepathic ability of “Desperate for Prefect”
—-🐙
(I wonder how you could tell Ursula’s one of my favorites)
Ursula: Honestly prefect! I may be a benevolent witch of the sea, but I’m not so benevolent as to have no standards! I mean look at that poor sea squirt and tell me he could provide half as much stability that dearest Azul of yours could!
Yuu: Ursula…sweetheart…I’m literally working at Sam’s right now- to get fancy tuna for Grim…and you mean to tell me that Azul would want to date me beyond using my literal home as collateral!
Ursula: Dear…I know that those land dwellers may have changed your standards in men, but your body language alone is better than your voice! (Compliment? By Ursula’s standards, yes) Why wouldn’t Azul want to date you? Besides, as a dweller of the sea myself, I am well acquainted with Octo-mer courting customs! And dear, why Azul may have already asked you to marry him at this point, at least with all the hints he has been dropping!
Ursula: Now! Go get that Rich Octo-mer housewarden and show him what exactly he fell for!
Yuu: Ursula…I cordially invite you to my wedding with Azul (lying?)
Ursula: *wiping a single tear rolling down her cheek,* mumbling “they grow up so fast 😔”
Azuls three hearts start beating like crazy! His prefect attracted to him meter is going off the rails! Maybe now he can prove to Jade, and Floyd, that they don’t need to steal his beloved shrimpy to show their mom
—- Bonus
Georgina has already arranged for the prefect to have a lovely underwater dinner with her and her husband, discussing their plans for the prefects wedding to their sons, Ursula now has some serious wingman compitition
—-🐍
Jafar: Prefect, I may be a lowly royal vizier, but I can see that the Viper boy is quite…how shall we say- enamored with you
Yuu: Jafar, why do you think that? Jamil literally has so much on his plate it would be impossible to even look at me for 2 seconds before having to take care of Kalim again, let alone being ‘enamored’ with me as you say!
Jafar: well, believe it, because with the amount of times Jamil has cooked for you, regardless of that buffoon Kalims antics, would make any student of Night Raven swoon.
Yuu:…I mean- he does make really good food! And his sister Najma is literally my best friend besides grim…You know what I think I will attempt to ‘court’ him as you would say Jafar! (Lying???)
*In the Scarabia Kitchen Kalim’s curry almost got burnt, because Jamil’s “prefect is talking about me in a good way” sensors were going off.*
—-🍎
Evil Queen: Prefect? Is that ugly potato trying to make you swoon when you already have eyes for Vil?! Because I wasn’t not one of the great seven for nothing- should this potato ever attempt anything that you are uncomfortable with then he will experience firsthand my notoriety with poisons!
Yuu: no need to worry Evil Queen, I have this guy handled, but if you wanna use your almighty powers on anyone, could you please tell Crowley to give me a bigger budget? I can barely afford living on my own, let alone with Grim!
Evil Queen: My dearest Spudling! Why ask for more money from that incompetent Crow, when you have the ever so beautifully generous Vil Schoenheit right in front of you! Practically peacocking his abilities and beauty to you, so that you may notice him, and provide him with an oppurtunity to woo you!
Yuu: you know, I actually don’t think that dating Vil would be that bad, granted I would have to give up my favorite junk food, but I feel like with Vil, theres some things worth giving up, for someone that you are speaking so highly of my Queen! (Lying?????)
Evil Queen: That’s right Spudling! Now go ‘bag’ as the current generation would say it, that Vil!
*Vil’s hand tightens around the brush he was using to apply his makeup, his “prefect picking up my signals”…well, signals…were maxing out, red alarms blaring in the background as his grip harshly tightens even more around the brush, breaking the delicate thing before Vil sets it down and called for Rook.
…
Vil’s huntsman may want to further investigate the lovely prefects love interests.*
—-💀
Hades: What in the Cerberus! That tech whizz loser seriously just tried to flirt with you and it’s not even halftime yet!
Yuu: Hades, that was my PC tech, one of the games I play with Idia seriously crashes my computer, so I had it checked out!
Hades: That doesn’t excuse those goo-goo eyes he was making at ya’! I could practically feel the chills down my spine and I’m made of fire!
Yuu: yeah you’re right…he was kinda giving me the creeps…and Idia would’ve fixed my PC for free too…ughhhh now I spent all my money for nothing…!
Hades: Hey kid! Don’t look now but I think my descendent that is filthy rich and loves that little chaos gremlin of yours, wants to date you! Not to mention Idia has a really nice younger brother! And he also has a fantastic…
(Hades starts clicking a skull pen and checking a notepad he pulled out of nowhere, before using the pen to scratch out a bunch of suggestions. “Diet, Sleep schedule, self care, touching grass, exercise, mental health” to name a few, are scribbled out, before hades finally says)
He has a fantastic ego when he wins a video game match, oh! And he can also doxx your enemies, but details schmeetails!
Yuu: this one- I choose this one!
*Idia somewhere in his labyrinth starts to flush pink all the way to the roots of his hair, stuttering something to Ortho about the prefect already having Idias romance route fully uncapped, all they had to do is unlock the right dialogue options, to get a SSR event with Idia in the romance department!*
—-🐉
Maleficent: Small human, not to add on to what that grass haired loudmouth (Sebek) is already stating, but do you truly believe that Malleus is not the best fit for someone such as yourself?
Yuu: No I really like Malleus, the issue is that I think he is far too out of my league. I mean he is the sole heir not only to the Draconian bloodline, but also Briar Valley! Why would he ever want a magic-less human, otherworldly human like myself?
Maleficent: My dearest, do you not realize the way in which he gazes upon you so fondly? That his nightly visits to Ramshackle are not of pure coincidence, and that he yearns for your caress of skin against his body, as he yearningly reaches out his hand for you to take, on those moonlit nights?
Yuu:…I didnt realize that Malleus is…in love…with me…?! Oh no! I guess that means I’ll have no other choice but to start officially courting him with Lilia’s consent. (Not Lying)
*Malleus’ fae ears start twitching as he feels the radio waves being sent school wide by all the housewardens, oddly enough saying the same thing, “I feel the prefect talking about me”…oh…he sees…so…the others are vying for your hand as well…and this experience of the Prefect talking about them isn’t something Malleus alone has experienced…*
The Great Seven eventually have a meeting, in which they all agree, on students that they are fond of (Overblotters), taking “turns” with the prefect!
That way the prefect can make a decision for themself on who they will date, from the Seven eligible bachelorettes, hand picked by the great seven themselves!
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btw i want to say that the entire tumblr community banding together is what got these changes reversed so i hope u all realise the power of a reblog and start reblogging posts instead of just liking them this is the reblog website so hit that button right now
TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
Circle the date on your calendar, or set a reminder on your phone. As a bonus it will be a good break from social media. Spend the day doing things you like—start that book you've been waiting to read, go outside, watch a good movie... just do anything except open tumblr.
I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
Remember that WE are the end consumers.
WE build their platform, WE fill it with posts, WE are the reason they generate revenue, WE are the reason this platform has power, and for these reasons WE should feel satisfied with the service they provide. ESPECIALLY if you pay for tumblr premium, you are entitled to make a complaint about the platform you are PAYING.
I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
SEE BELOW for more information on the update & how to send a support ticket to give feedback.
HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK THROUGH SUPPORT TICKETS
Go to tumblr support
Select the category "feedback"
Write in formal, polite tone—try not to sound rude, but constructive and earnest about how dissatisfied you feel about the update and its effects
EXAMPLE: I am writing regarding tumblr's recent update. I am not happy with this feature and do not see myself enjoying the platform with this being implemented. Please rollback this update.
IMPORTANT LINKS
Comment your feedback on tumblr's twitter
Here is the original tumblr post stating the update change
This post by @thatlittleegyptologist explains the effects of the update
Dear tumblr please listen to our feedback and rollback this update.
little do the first-years know that their relatives are all in contact with one another in a group chat, and are slowly piecing together the entire death-defying, traumatizing, violence-riddled timeline that is their school life based on the freshies' significantly more toned-down (but contradictory; i.e. jack's account of leona's overblot is way more mild than sebek's) version of events.
needless to say, deuce's mom is already forging yuu's adoption papers (she can stretch her budget enough to fit in another kid, right?), epel's grandma is ready to kill a model and go on the lam (she's old; she's got nothing to lose), and jack's siblings are coming up with a 756-step master plan to assassinate the second prince of sunset savannah by the end of the year (they're already on step 546. they still haven't figured out a way to get past leona's ultra-powerful brother, but they're workshopping a possible scheme that involves stampeding wildebeest).
PSA to all my followers! Tumblr keeps eating the asks you guys send and that’s why I can’t respond, like I see them being sent but as soon as I try to respond tumblr eats them so istg it’s not me 😭
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PSA to all my followers! Tumblr keeps eating the asks you guys send and that’s why I can’t respond, like I see them being sent but as soon as I try to respond tumblr eats them so istg it’s not me 😭
Riddle never understood the average persons inner mind, his was shattered into a million pieces then forcibly molded again by his mother at a very young age. So while he can’t say he really understands the day to day sense of dread, he does understand that no matter how many times his mummified palm has been passed down, through death or no, the people always wish for the same things.
Money
Power
Love
…
Riddle is so sick of all these rule breakers! Most always the recipients of his severed hand are explicitly told to not use the dead man’s palm to better their lives or themselves, yet these meager people wish to call upon the Riddle Rosehearts for their own gain? The same man, who in his prime, was known for viciously decapitating any who stood in his way? How foolish…
Except you-
You weren’t warned of the palms power beforehand, you just found it on the side of the road and picked it up.
You put it in your pocket immediately because you were worried it might’ve been dirty from the road, but after being out in your pocket, the palm glows with an eerie rose red before a black tattoo of a decapitated rose appears on the back of the hand.
It is done…
Your fate has been sealed…
And Riddle Rosehearts is none the wiser to the impact that you will have on his undead life
—-🥀
It started simple, you took the weird keychain back to your residence after finding it on the side of the road. The day was tiring to say the least, the people at your work just seemed to always try and grind your gears, and the amount of old women that feel the need to comment on your appearance and then mock you for being minimum wage should be studied.
Kicking off your shoes at the door then flicking on the TV, a woman with a somber expression appears on screen as she tells the unfortunate story of an old lady that used to be a renowned doctor, being found deceased in her home on the same day her son went missing exactly 50 years ago. The trinket in your pocket starts violently shaking, feeling like it’s about to tear a hole in your clothing, you take it out of your pocket and set it on the counter, now noticing the finer details, like the small pure red hairs sprinkled across the back of the hand, or how the mummified hand still has calluses from its presumed work life. Not to be mistaken, you are no forensic mastermind, but you still feel bad about whosever hand this was not being able to reunite with its owner, dead or alive.
Subconsciously you start slowly rubbing circles with your thumb on the back of the hand, murmuring to yourself. “It’s just so awful that someone cut off your hand, I wish that I could find your body hopefully give you some closure, I can’t imagine having your hand cut off then it being left to rot is the best feeling…” a couple stray tear slips down you cheek as your curse your overflowing empathy, and get up to grab a tissue.
…
The hand glows
Your wish was granted
Now the Riddle Rosehearts, better known as “The Heartslaybul executioner” after going insane and amputating his non dominant hand, then killing all patients in his ward with nothing but a couple roses and a guillotine blade.
Is
In
Your
Debt.
What will you do with this corpse in your house? And why does he want to protect you from his namesake?
—-
(A/N) Fml and fuck my sleep schedule my ass keeps on waking up at 3 in the morning…
Leona never really liked his human life to be honest, being second born meant he was treated terribly by his own parents, adding to his over all hatred to the Royal family. For this reason he started staging a quiet rebellion against his brother.
The history books will say that Leona Kingscholar fought ferociously for his place on the throne, but unfortunately his brother’s forces were just too overwhelming, and Leona lost his life in the rebellion battle.
Never before was he thankful for his status as a ghost, haunting the ruins of the Palace he failed to take over, but with your arrival, he might just change his mind on that whole ghost thing.
When you arrived with your Family to Inherit the Palace after winning a battle for the abandoned place, it’s like his whole world was shifted. Not only were you gorgeous, but you were also second born.
Leona understands your struggles, you both are brilliant minds, shut down by your own family because of the order you were born. So Leona does what he does best, he strategizes how to win over your heart in the afterlife. Leona has to have you, you two are the same and he needs to own your heart for himself.
Now all he needs to do is get you to enter his room, so he can follow you…
Leona starts to appear on your bed on those freezing Savanah nights, to sleep curled up next to you like he isn’t a monster under your bed. But not before he whispers in your ear about the disgraced second princes room. Up the stairs to the left, the door with all the blood soaked stains and scratch marks. He whispers of all the hidden knowledge of lost civilizations stored in that forbidden room, of all the brilliant military strategies that could supply a lifetime of victories to your poor, politically irrelevant family…
‘Just one peek’ is easy to say to yourself when you’ve been having the most convincing dreams of that room lately. The banged up brass doorknob practically screaming for you to ‘just twist it… just a little’. Finally mustering up your courage, you enter the room and look around. If there were any doubts about a battle happening in the palace before, then whomever had those doubts should come to the second princes room. There is torn up furniture everywhere, the claw marks deep and serrated litter the furniture scattered about like scars of the past. There is a chair with the cushioning peeking out, white fluffy softness corrupted with the satin of blood, the bed is cracked in multiple places, one of the canopy posts cracked in like somebody was throw at it. The curtains are torn and decaying, the concrete of the walls chipping away, like a subtle suggestion of all the layers that this palace of stone and dirt holds in its dark history.
You walk around the room, looking for nothing in particular, when a certain book catches your eye, it’s not prominent in the way that shouts glitter and sparkles, if anything it’s possibly the most basic book in the room. However the isolation of it, is what steals your attention. Whereas all the other books are neatly lined in a shelf by alphabetical order, from what you can make out of the titles, this line book lays delicately atop the broken and splintered bed, like a grim fairytale to be read to the dead prince. Approaching the bed, being mindful of the cracked tile and musty carpets, you gingerly pick up the dusty book. The cover is tattered and peeling at the edges, and the metal corner covers are now tarnished to a filthy brown, the pages are bug eaten and slightly damp, the smell coming off of it is not one of dusty old pages that you normally find comfort in, but that of metallic rotted blood. The stench catches your nose before anything else registers, such as the sudden creaking of the curtain rods, or the eerie crackly music box, that started scratching along a broken tune.
The fluff of the chairs and the scattered blood dripped pages start to slightly swirl around the room in what ca only be described as a warning. Your mind desperately tries to close the book, but a presence is keeping you there, forcing you to turn the page and glance at the words written.
July 27, xxxx
Today is my birthday, but there is nothing to celebrate, not when I should not have been born in the first place. I wish that I could just have been king, but no, my idiotic brother and his stupid kid have to be the ones in line for the throne. I just wish that I could-
Your mind is still processing the words, when your hands start being forcefully moved, turning the pages faster and faster until the words blur together in what can only be described as a blurry cacophony of hate and loathing. Until you reach the final entry, 100 years before your family moved here
July 27, xxxx
Today I had a vision in my sleep…it was of a beautiful (Skin tone) person, their back was turned to me, but something about their presence stood out to me. Despite being second born and never in line for the throne, I feel like this person is…home, like they are all I need in life to be royalty. But my dream ended before I could even get their name, if only I could do something about it…
You close the book, your control of your body slowly returning, starting from your shoulders to your elbows to your fingertips. You shudder from how cold the room has suddenly turned, teeth chattering and the book dropped face down on the bed.
Just as you are about to turn around and run out of the room, a voice emerges from the bed behind you.
“Ya’ know it’s not very nice to go through people’s stuff” a gruff voice from behind you chuffs.
Little did you know that the simple action of reading that book, tied your soul to the princes until you too, become part of the palaces dark history of death.
Silver never thought that in his human life, his curse would follow into the afterlife. But on the bright side, he is madly in love with you! His sweet little sleep paralysis hauntee! Silver just wishes that, as a sleep paralysis demon, he could do more things, like his actual job as your certified sleep paralysis demon! Buts it’s so easy to curl up into your soft, sleeping body and fall asleep in seconds. Something about your demeanor is so calming to him, drawing him into an easy and deep slumber. Something he would rather die and become a sleep paralysis demon again than ever tell his Vampyric father.
Just don’t worry if the friend you brought to have a sleepover goes missing, ok? Silver needs to get his energy beyond sleeping somehow! And well…your friend was in the way of you and his deep love!
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