★Laciee★

Hello everyone this is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, pls I hope you bring it to the staff's attention @staff

I think I was just almost scammed, or it did work since I ended up sharing my real name and email connected to this account

It all started because of this user @ghostvesselz who contacted me because of an accidental report they made. Im posting all the screenshots below:

Obviously I tried to help. I really did and contacted the person who was posing to be the Tumblr staff on discord according to the picture. They asked me for my email and also real name and country and such

Which is my fault as well as I should've seen it was suspicious, but I asked @ghostvesselz about it and I got this answer:

Also yes I had to share my latest transactions with them and then I was suddenly asked to do pay 500$ :

I DO NOT HAVE THAT KIND OF money so naturally I atp I snapped out of my panic enough to reasearch and YES TUMBLR STAFF DO NOT ASK FOR MONEY. THEY NEVER DO FOR APPEAL. THIS IS A SCAM !!! Furthermore I was being threatened for an arrest warrant and fine upto a million ?????! Is this normal @tumblr @staff

I blocked that discord account but please share this. It's important to let as many people know about this as u can !!

I am not sure if the user @ghostvesselz is naive or if they are in on it. Please DO NOT harrass them!!!

your reblogging the subway

rat poem again

your reblogging the subway

rat poem again

I'm gonna need a lot of people in this fandom, especially women who like men, to please read some feminist theory (just in general), de-center men and learn to play this game without saying all of this bullshit, lol.

“She's a Mary Sue bitch!” “Why do the LADS men love her and not me? :( She's too perfect and flawless and it's annoying.” “This bitch is so rude to my precious boys!” “MC is so mean, she doesn't deserve the love of these men!”

Rebecca, this is a fucking Otome game meant for you to have fun. Not for you to develop insecurities or start talking like the average man who hated on Sakura Haruno back in the day. If you're feeling like THIS over an Otome game protagonist who has literally done NOTHING wrong that's worthy of hating her (and is a compassionate person) over some dumbass 3D men, LOG OUT 😭

Do you think johan would sometimes put a few drops of his blood in your drink/food? Watching you take a part of him and have that relaxed, relishing expression would probably send him over the edge. And what about if YOU get a paper cut? Johan would probably eye it with such reverence (because he's a disgusting freak) and would ask you if he can lick the blood off ("to heal it", he would say) in the calmest way possible.

Wnted to save this because I've been working on a thing since the day u first came in my inbox with more cannibalism johan thoughts. But for now i will say that i sincerely believe he would mix even his **e** into your food. And would be sooooooo into you ***ng his **** off clean. I think he also creams his pants when you playfully bite his neck for the first time.

But at the same time as much as johan wants those gorgeous platelets of yours on his tongue, he genuinely cannot fathom making you bleed on purpose.

so… yes one possible option if this is a afab darling is that he waits every once a month for an eat all you can buffet bleeding out of you.

But im also thinking maybe.... Best possible match up for this Johan is reader who naturally gets injured a lot. Scrapes a knee while riding the bike. Bumps their head hard into the sharp corner of a shelf. Weather making them nosebleed on the daily. That way, he can get a little taste of ya whenever he wants. Guilt free and cruelty free.

Extra bonus if somehow, reader gets queasy at the sight of their own blood. He noticed how you had to look away from your own bloody knee as the nurses had to change out the gauze. Since then, Johan offered to treat your injuries for you. Always assuring you throughout that theres nothing embarrassing or weak about fainting at the sight of it. He's more than happy to take care of such a small thing. It's nothing really. He's even carrying first aid on his person at all times now.

And you're flattered- thankful even at how thoughtful he is.

So thankful… that as you look up to the sky to avoid looking at the gash on your upper thigh caused by a stray tree bark, you don't even question how the cold stinging alcohol that splashes on your knee has somehow turned into a different wetness. Warm. And moving in a long stripe across your wound.

"W-.. What is that?" you ask with your voice still trembly with adrenalin. Unable to tear your gaze away from the clouds in fear of being greeted with a less than pleasant sight below.

"... Cotton. I'm just spreading the betadine over."

"H-hah." you clutch at the hem of your shirt. The cotton Johan uses must be drenched with the antiseptic. You can feel it somehow… dripping and drooling all over you.

"Tickles a bit..."

"It does, doesnt it? Like a dog licking at your fingers."

How funnily accurate Johan is. He always did have a way with voicing out other peoples thoughts for them. You try to use the familiar image of puppies and their tongues to comfort yourself.

"y-yeah... Like a… a dog!”

Minutes pass as you keep your head up high. Looking at nothing but clouds, and feeling nothing but small wet strokes again and again, up and down your thigh. The puppy tongue Johan mentioned coming into view again.

The sky is a perfect blue today, yet an odd feeling in the wind stops your momentary serenity. Something feels severely out of place. It can’t be Johan holding your leg by his shoulder right now to treat your gash. That’s barely out of nature. You’ve always had the worst luck with your body. Today is picture normal… but it truly feels as if there’s a current in the air that whispers something is wrong.

"Mhm… Keep looking up. I'm almost done. Can't have you fainting this far now can we?"

"no... No. Tell me if ah- If its okay to look."

Johan doesn’t answer. So you wait.

Wait as the warm cotton wipe drags another long, wet, stripe into the base of your knee into the inner of your thigh. Ranging from long, slow strokes, to short kittenish ones. The humidity of it somehow getting warmer and warmer. Almost starting to feel…organic. Alive.

"A bit longer, angel.. It's.. Its dripping everywhere" Johan mutters under you.

It must be real bad then. Never have you heard Johan sound so breathy while treating your previous wounds. The thought squeezes a whimper out of you.

"I-is it bad?"

"Just… very messy. Don’t look down yet. Almost- ah… Almost there."

There’s a tremble in Johan’s grip on your leg. Adjusting your leg again. He drags the almost slug-like cotton at this point over and over the gash again, making sure to clean up every single drop of blood. Leaving nothing to waste. Almost swiping at the wound directly at this point. Its starting to feel slimy out of nowhere. The hot wet thing slides, and rubs against your skin and almost slipping inside-

You yelp.

Then it stops.

A few minutes pass and you hear the familiar sound of a bandage packet tearing open.

He starts wrapping around your thigh. You notice how Johan's usually surgery-steady hands have a slight shake in them as he moves the roll over and underneath. You get a final pat on the knee as Johan finishes up.

"You may look now."

You do, and you get greeted with a delightfully clean and bandaged leg in front of you. Not a single smear in sight.

"Woah. You really do know how to go spotless don't you?"

"Perhaps." Johan is still kneeled down. Using his handkerchief to clean all traces of fluids of any kind on your leg.

It’s a somewhat endearing sigh to look at. You cant help the laugh.

"So meticulous of you... Oh! You have a little something, there. "

You point at your own chin so Johan can mirror you from below. He brings the handkerchief at the corner of his jaw, to the little red streak that has made it to the small space between his chin and the lower corner of his mouth.

"Ah. Thank you."

"Thank you. Patched me all nicely and cleaning me all up." You give an experimental wiggle to your leg.

Johan looks at your leg then at the blood stained on his handkerchief. His tongue darts out to slowly swipe at the bottom of his lip where it once was, then you watch as he pockets the fabric. He gives you one assuring, and very pleased smile. His good mood almost infectious.

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE.

IN 2014, IN SCHAUMBURG , ILLINOIS, USA

THERE

WILL

BE

A

TUMBLR CONVENTION!!!

THESE ARE THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN

SIGNAL BOOST THIS GUYS