#👭 anon

[poppy-metal]

neeeeeedddddd jock!pat who fucking hates homework and nerd!reader who he manipulated into doing it for virtually nothing just a "good time"

slowly getting so addicted to ur untainted inexperienced pussy thats soso sensitive he can make you cream thrice a sesh and you thank HIM, when he should be thanking you for squeezing him so good he loses his mind

going insane thinking abt him insisting you complete his essay while bouncing on his cock like the menace he is (and the slut you are) and you barely get like any words in.

"keep going baby, just a hundred words more, i wont pull out till you're done"

-👭

my brain is stuck on how you're writing an essay while bouncing on patricks dick - but the rest of it hhhhhrrhhhhhhrrrhhhh I love jock x nerd so bad. need him to think he's gonna have the upper hand and have some fun with you - but it's the complete reverse. hours spent in your dorm room, just feasting on your cunt - stretching you on his fingers, getting you ready for the day you can take his cock. he might already be halfway in love with you before he even puts it in.

[devil-in-hiding]

oh i see the appeal with him actually,,, never seen aot but i just might consider it now? depends if i get the time to watch it

-👭

my partner and i finished aot in like 5 days i think

i sobbed

Reiner Braun is my babygirl i love that man so much

[shirefantasies]

Hello😊

May I please request an imagine or headcanons with female Reader asking Galadriel to be her first kiss?

Thank you😊

Let’s do it this is so cute 🥺 sorry for saving this for so long but HAPPY SAPPHIC SEPTEMBER 🥳👭

Warnings: minor angst, implications of past abuse/trauma (nothing explicit)

The Weight of a Heart- Galadriel x F!Reader

Outsiders were not bidden to witness the trail to Lothlórien. At least that was what you had always heard, but the elves who led you deep into the forest’s heart did not bind you in any way, simply surrounding you on every side. They likely sensed the tension in your body, the panic heaving your sides and rounding your eyes. How unsafe every fiber of your body felt.

At any rate, there was no returning home. Not that you ever intended such. Not now.

Silence overtook your walk, leaving your mind racing as to if this march led to punishment or safe haven. Either one, unfortunately, would explain the lack of blindfolding.

It was some trek later that you were brought before the Lady herself, her words having echoed in your mind before you laid eyes upon her form.

You have endured much pain to come here. No longer. No further suffering awaits in this place.

Clad in a gown of flowing white adorned with silver that flashed against the gold of her hair, Lady Galadriel’s small smile complemented perfectly the smooth, seductive tone of her voice, the way it caressed your mind’s ear.

Shaking your head, you fought the rush of thoughts, that which had led you to such a place of pain. And that which could be heard by none other than their subject.

“You are welcome here.” These words, spoken aloud this time, had you wondering again, this time if she had in fact heard.

Reddening and swallowing, all you did was lower your head in thanks.

~

The flet you were led to seemed far beyond anything you’d earned, already lavished with a bowl of fruit, flowers, furniture intricately crafted of pure white wood, and silvery silken drapes hiding it from the outside world. You almost asked if they were certain had it not been for the expression of quiet surety you’d seen upon the Lady’s face.

It was people like her who had landed you in trouble in the first place, and yet you never could stay away, could you?

Shaking your head, you bared your feet and set down your bag, your weapon, all your possessions carried upon your back. The weight of the world- your world at least- quite literally on your shoulders.

You hadn’t realized how tired you truly were until you lowered yourself onto the provided blankets and slipped almost immediately into darkness.

~

Stars glistening overhead greeted you when your eyes fluttered open, blinking each glinting point into focus. You had awoken on your back, blankets fallen aside from your body despite them being the softest you’d ever felt. Somehow the woodsy-smelling surface of the flet was not cold to the touch of your feet, simply smooth with a near lack of temperature at all. Was even that magic?

Yawning, you realized you were far too awake, thoughts deep and aware as you stood, and took to the steps spiraling down your tree for a walk.

Cool finally reached your soles as they landed upon the soft mossy forest floor, moving forward as if of their own accord. After all, you knew not where you went, only that you must go. The woods were quiet, the only activity reaching your ears being the sound of a faint wind rushing through branches and skittering leaves where there were paving stones.

That path was even colder, but flatter and more satisfying of sensation. Following the cool white rocks, you lost yourself in the silent echo of half-risen thoughts until a voice cut through the ephemeral reverie.

“Not many choose to take the path.”

Galadriel. The Lady herself strode from near a tree, somehow seeming to glow even in the dark of night. Her bare feet pale against the moss they struck and blending in more closely with the paving stones. She crossed to your side, hands folded almost expectantly.

“Where does it lead?” You asked, hoping your voice was not as timidly hoarse as it felt.

“To the garden,” Galadriel replied simply, a smile growing across her fair lips.

With that smile and a small incline of her head, she urged you onward, stepping in line with you. Your body tensed at the soft brushes of hers, even the flutter of her sleeves against the lightly bared skin of your forearm. Mentally, however, you felt a strange peace descend upon you, no apprehension of what she could hear from your thoughts. After all, all you felt was a flush of joy to have the Lady's company, to be there by her side.

Eyelashes fluttering, Galadriel smiled wider at you when your eyes slid over to meet hers. Surely she had heard. Your heart swelled at the thought of such bringing her joy. Nothing was said on the walk, but nothing needed to until you both entered the garden.

Paths of the same paving lead through patches of wildflowers, most of them with pointed, milk-white petals. Alternating throughout these were tiny yellow blossoms, their leaves a brighter green and their faces as small suns. Yellow suns and great white shining stars illuminated by trails of little lanterns.

You could feel the light opening across your features, parting your lips in a smile and raising the apples of your cheeks. "This is beautiful. ...Well, of course it is. All the makings of your people are. I cannot thank you enough for taking me in."

"This beauty is yours to share," Galadriel responded, voice low and serene as ever, "I saw much of your life, or rather how little you were allowed to live."

Her words pricked your eyes with tears, but you nodded as she continued, speaking bandages to soak into the depths of your heart's wounds.

"None of this weight was yours to bear, only that which resided in the hearts of others. And yet yours became the heaviest of them all. I would seek to renew the lightness I see pouring from those cracks. Ask of me what you will." Her voice lowered to a hush. "Perhaps I wish it just as much."

"What I want," you answered honestly, heart hammering as you inhaled in an attempt to calm it, an attempt which utterly failed in the face of such grace, such an intense blend of kindness and desire in those blue eyes as you had never seen, "Is acceptance. Is love. I do want to live. I simply do not know how. I have never been cared for by... by someone as I would seek it from. Never even shared a kiss."

Breezes blew, ruffling the faces of the white star flowers and little suns alike, casting a piece of hair astray onto Galadriel's shoulder. She glanced down at it, back up at you, and with another spike of your heart you stepped a bit closer to brush it back off. Your fingers gentle upon her hair, light as they ever-so-slightly caressed her shoulder. She caught your hand, smiled this time with a glint of teasing at the way your lips parted in surprise.

"I wish you all those experiences. I offer them to you."

"Then would you grant me a kiss, My Lady?"

"Call me Galadriel," she whispered.

The low, sultry tone of her reply was all it took for you to lean forward, closing the gap completely, your skirt fluttering against hers. As you had always suspected, the lips of a maiden so fair were the softest, sweetest of touches upon yours, moving slowly and temptingly against them. Galadriel's hand slid down your arm, gripping your hand as the other held you close by the waist, your chest flush against hers. There you stood in the garden, surrounded by the gentle perfume of flowers and all other sensual pleasures you could desire, such beauty blooming in the dark of night and through the darkness of your heart. Lightening the weight beyond measure, buoying your chest with the gentle, fluttering touch of electric hands.

What could you say other than that you felt alive?

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What say y'all to a part 2? ;)

[nottsangel]

omg yes and that one scene of stanford era art where he's wearing that black undershirt? need to jump his bones and show him how good of a boy he is right here, right now!!!! i'm always excited to talk to u, too! i've now declared us besties. expect to see me in here more often hehe 🫶🔮

i need him so bad im acc SICK 😓😓😓 and the way he looks up at tashi ??????? oh she’s so much stronger than me i would’ve sat on his lap right there and then my god i need to ride him (also babe i need to know your opinion on patrick)

[lilgirldoggi3]

Hey Chloe~ hey there girliepop~ youre sooo silly running around trying to be cute lil rapebait for guys, dont you know it doesnt take much for them~? Wouldn't ypu rather be a good lil dyke? Make yourself rapable for all the girls on here who dont want anything to do with men~? Dont you think you owe women for all the vile bioessentialism on here?~ you arent a woman because of your pussy, youre a woman because it gets other problematic girlies wet ♡ thank me and apologise for being such a girlfailure -👭

Fuuuuck nnnghhhg thank you so much for sending this, and you're absolutely right, I'm sorry for my vile bioessentialism, I want to be a good girl for women too, and I hope no women is disappointed in how much of a failed girl I am >///<

[queerxqueen]

Honestly I'm already a bit interested in your book despite knowing very little about it! I'm trying to be less on social media (also Tumblr is being annoying lately why is this website cursed) but I hope to be around once you get to talk more about your book<3

I'm also always curious about people's publishing path:)

Agh thank you so much anon!!!

Theoretically come May/June (?) I will have more concrete stuff to share such as a cover (!!!!!) and official pitch/blurb.

But for now what I can say is:

The Good Vampire's Guide to Blood and Boyfriends is a gay vampire romcom about mental health and existential dread. Featuring:

🧛 the trials and tribulations of vampire puberty 🚩 moral + existential crises re: becoming a bloodsucking monster 👭 a secret clan of vampire girlbosses that are potentially murderous ✍️ journals + love letters + social media as narrative devices

Here are my children!!! The main character (Brennan, left) is a depressed bisexual disaster, freshly turned into a vampire and Doing His Best. The love interest (Cole, right) is a cinnamon roll stoner gay who is unfortunately obsessed with Twilight.

(Lovely art by @paladibun)

It's coming out in early 2025 from Macmillan/Wednesday Books. It's for fans of Casey McQuiston, Aiden Thomas, Rainbow Rowell, FT Lukens, and that vibe of humor and heart, quirky casts of characters, and spinning familiar tropes in new ways.

While you can't preorder yet, you can add it on Goodreads!

This is still primarily a fandom account, but once things get closer I will definitely share more information about actually getting to read this book I love so much!!!

[prince-liest]

Are there any other things that you're particularly exited to write but can't make you're brain do it? Like with the radioapple fic,,, or well, maybe not on the same level of priority but still wanna? I ask cause I've been having the same trouble lol, just in. drawing form, I can't for the life of me do a good radioapple piece😫😫 the vibes are just off, the brain don't wanna brain rn

-👭 (also, TYSM for the save, for personal reason I don't like to ask in non anon form^^)

I totally understand!! <3 Happy to help!

And I think the radioapple is the main thing that's hitting me in the "Fuck, I can't?!" button right now, but another thing that I would like to write but just haven't had a solid idea for (and frankly just need to rewatch some of the actual show for) is radiorose!

I love Alastor and Rosie's shenanigans so much, from the way that he does a little fawn bleat when she swings him around to the fact that she immediately starts offering him advice on soul deals to be made to the way that they encourage each other's nefarious goals. I get the impression that they both give each other a lot of leeway that they don't offer other people (especially Alastor), and I want to explore the contours of the liberties they let each other take as well as where the boundaries stand. Also, Alastor is always softer with women and it gives me the warm and fuzzies. Truly, they're evil besties and I want to dive into it at some point in the future.

[dead-dolphins]

blessed the heavens for your works, they're all *chef's kiss* (no i'm not sugarcoating my words because they're real). we love you sm!!! we want to be your fwens for a very very very very very long time 👬👫👭🧑‍🤝‍🧑

AWWWW, YOU’RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭❤️❤️

Of course, you guys will always be my fwens, my buddies, and my sweet little anons! You’ve been with me through thick and thin, and honestly, i will be here until th day when I’d run out of things to say about eremika, which might take a long, long, loooooooooooooooong time because, let’s be real, I ALWAYS have something to say! 😂😂

I just love you all so much! Seriously, thank you for sticking around, supporting me through every high and low, every little creative slump or burst of inspiration or tragedy lol. Your love, encouragement, and presence mean the absolute world to me. Whether I’m ranting about something silly or sharing something big, you’re always here, and I couldn’t be more grateful. So here’s a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Love you all to bits! ❤️

[deepgoonette]

(fauxest anon)

god...i want to.....i....its so gross tho...an,,,fuck..., ill,,,,,,,,,,,,look at it

✵ The tag you really need to check out is #t4t fauxcest

Fantasizing about getting railed by your little sister, or being forced to eat out your big brother? That's the good stuff right there.

Maybe I should give you 👭 as an anon tag. How's that sound babe?

[crazylittlejester]

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stay sigma!

DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD

i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well… the first chapter at least 😭 I REALLY HOPE THEY’RE ABLE TO SEE IT

and i’ll get to yours at some point don’t worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)

[bustafe]

i love getting anons actually

👭 < me and my anons (we are friends)

[poppy-metal]

ouuiiii poppynation having the same thoughts on the arranged marriage au i LOVE it!

i dont want any redemption for patrick. maybe its the masochist in me. i need art to meet reader again. this time...

it's past midnight. of course patrick's out fucking around. art is fucking pissed. him and tashi had an argument, a painful spiteful argument. he finds his way to pats mansion. you're asleep, or trying to. the servants are talking now. all of what you give never finds its way back to you. all the effort you put in for patrick is futile. and now the house help knows too. fuck. it drives you to fucking tears.

with your eyes puffy, bloodshot, and tear stained cheeks you hope no one sees you. the bell rings. you dont have to answer it thank god, but it isnt patrick. you know it isnt, he has the keys. who the fuck is it then? tears wiped and robe on, you head downstairs.

tall, distinct and blond. of course, its art donaldson. tashi's boytoy.

he's let in by your doorman. is patrick home? he asks. before stepping further into the house only to find your dilated, glossy eyes. fucking hell he thinks. you're no tashi. but something about this encounter. the reflection of the honey tinted lounge lights on your satin nightgown, the glow it gave you. you were pretty and patrick was fucking lucky. sick bastard, how could he make you cry. you look so weak and so pathetic there.

of course he does the next logical thing. rushed into the house of the man who was fucking his girl. why? to comfort his wife. twisted game he played knowing how depraved of love you mustve felt. he loved it. he was using you somewhere to get back at them.

wiping your tears, pulling you into his arm before you can say no. things patrick couldnt do. things you didnt let him do. but you let art. you let him see you vulnerable. stiffling sobs as he coos "there, there" to you. he's different, you think. he smells like musk and spicy cologne. you knead his white polo as you try to pull yourself together.

you're soft, unlike tashi's lean muscular build. you smell sweet, comforting, demure, you feel like a nest. you are someone's wife. nauseatingly so. wildly different to his usual, his tashi. maybe he gets why patrick's fucking her. maybe its the discrepancy that makes him enjoy your tears staining his shirt, you tits pressed up against him, the hold you have on him. he feels needed.

the servants are starting to notice. art smiles to himself. word will get out. he'll make sure it does. tashi wont care but patrick will. he doesnt mean to fuck you to spite them, not right now atleast. he's playing the long game with you.

pulling away from the embrace, you look up him. tall, distinct and blond. he looks a little kinder than when he walked in. he pities you. you can see it. but you dont care. it's pathetic. he is someone's man, and you are someone's wife.

he caresses your cheeks and says he must leave. the cold air immediately supersede his warmth. you mutter a sorry, i dont know what came over me and the like.

he doesnt fucking care. art is playing the long game with you. he walks away knowing exactly what to do next. oh you hopeless little thing.

— (new anon hehe) 👭

the emoji is us holding hands because I love this ask. I love DRAMA ❤️

[devil-in-hiding]

just from how he LOOKS reiner is giving ghost vibes. they have to be the same person?? that or hes giving uncle who offers to sneak out w you at a family gathering to have a smoke. or maybe gym bro

- 👭

REINER IS A TRAGIC BABY SO LIKE-

YEAH??

i literally want to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him safe and tell him i don’t blame anything on him- I LOVE HIM OH MY GOODDD

[shirefantasies]

Thank you for inventing gay people

Can’t tell if this is sarcastic or not 😅 um, while I definitely didn’t invent gay people I do want them to feel seen in this fandom 🥰 especially since they aren’t always the focus of x reader fanfiction. Hope you can enjoy those works and if they don’t apply to you, I’m sorry but I’ll also have more general stuff too!

[dolcettamagica]

hello!! i realized i never request anything to my dolcetta :3 soo can i get sugar daddy nanami x good girl reader 🐇

english is not my first language so sorry about that :(

sincerely 🎀 anon 👭🏻

since you‘re my 🎀 heval i‘ll obviously add it to the request list.

and don‘t worry, english is my third language

[ivystoryweaver]

Ivy's Featured Authors & Artists Announcement

Happy 2024!

2023 was not just another year on tumblr for me. I tentatively dipped my toe into...actual interaction! (more on that later)

🎉 to celebrate 🎉

📰 I will be featuring authors and artists all year!

This will accomplish 2 things:

🔍 Focused time for me to dive into that author/artist's work, since I rarely have time/make time to read.

🌟 It will share with my followers some great stuff. (You'll probably already know these people, but I still want to feature them to share the love, and to give me time to enjoy their work too)

NOTES:

👭 I will start with moots and then work my way on to people I follow and admire. Then I'll branch out to others as I hopefully meet new people!

⏰ There is no set schedule. I would love to do one author or artist/week, but you know how life is!

✧ ˚ · .✧ ˚ · .✧ ˚ · .✧ ˚ · .✧

As for 2023, I've been on this site for ages (and had an older blog), but 2023 was so much better because:

I started reblogging and commenting on things I enjoyed

I started interacting with other people

I dusted off my writing chops and tried a fic

...and posted it! Here it is: (I never shut up about it) "With You"

I met some lovely moots

and I'm having a blast!

👉Commercial: If you're nervous to interact, let me encourage you - there is someone here - many someones, in fact, who want to talk to you and hear from you!

💗 Love a fic? Just send an anon thot if you're nervous to reblog. I promise you interacting is a blast.

✍️ Are you a writer? POST IT, WE WANT IT. Same goes for art.

Have a Happy New Year!

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