#50 follower's celebration

[lafleshlumpeater]

: ̗̀➛ ꜱᴏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ? — ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ, ᵃ ᵗʳᵒᵖᵉ, ᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ'ˡˡ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇˡᵘʳᵇ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ!!

chaotic but smart with no regard for their own safety x sensible one who keeps them alive but also starts to loosen up being around them with jason grace<33

omg this was so fun to write xx

(also includes platonic leo x reader)

jason grace masterlist leo valdez masterlist

You watched eagerly as Leo scribbled a drawing of the contraption you two had been talking about inventing for the past two minutes.

"And, you may be wondering, where do the actual mechanisms go? Well, my friend, they go into a little box that you will carry on your back here," he grinned excitedly as he sketched the idea out on the stickman you.

You tutted at him. "Idiot, just make shoes for it- sneakers, and make the sole slightly thicker, and that's where they'll go. That way, the motion sensors will be more sensitive so there's no chance of it landing when we don't want it to, also there'll be no need for the Wii remote controllers to control the direction of where you fly," you nod. "And-" you snatch the pencil off of him and scrawl the ideas messily as they come to you; "-we add little wings, to make it look like Hermes' rad boots, add LED lights for flair, before we ask for a little help from the Hecate cabin for the wings to be able to set on fire- on command- without actually burning- oh, and so the whole thing doesn't overheat."

Leo looked at you in awe. "Oh my gods, and I thought I had the good ideas."

You merely grinned back at him in response, picking up the sketchpad and practically sprinting towards bunker nine, eager to make your thoughts come to life.

After a long three hours (you and Leo together were practically criminal masterminds- no one could decide whether it was a good thing or not), and a trip to the Hecate cabin who were more than happy to oblige, the sneakers were done.

Leo let out a low whistle. "Oh, man."

"I know, right," you squealed, quickly pulling them on. You tugged on the perfectly tied laces of both shoes at the same time, and you were instantly in the air. You laughed triumphantly, getting used to the feel of them as you twirled in circles mid- air, snapping your fingers and shrieking in delight as the Hermes wings set alight to a vibrant, multi- coloured fire.

"It worked!" you exclaimed, and Leo whooped and jumped up and down whilst cheering.

"Get down- let's use these for our original plan."

You sidled up to your boyfriend innocently, wearing the seemingly- normal yet very fashionable sneakers.

"Jason?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, looking up at you from where he was thumbing through a magazine Percy had lent him, before breaking out into his gorgeous, golden- retriever grin. "Hey, sweetheart."

His sweetness was almost enough to make you feel bad for what you were about to do next. Almost.

You grabbed his glasses from where they were resting on his nose, and before he could react, pulled the laces like you had done before as you were elevated into the air, holding the glasses over your head, laughing gleefully.

Jason gasped, scandalised. "Sweetheart! How- you-"

You smirked back mischievously. "Come get them then, Grace."

"Babe, get down- you- you're gonna-" he stuttered as you flew higher up.

His initial reaction was to be scared for your life, but after you waved his glasses in the air tantalisingly and swooped through the air comfortably, his fear grew into an indignant, teasing laughter.

"Oh, you're so on."

Using his powers, he flew into the air as you giggled and screamed happily, flying away from him. He quickly caught up to you, and just as his arms were about to engulf you in a strong embrace, you snapped your fingers.

He flinched back in shock at the dancing flames which engulfed the wings.

"Shoot!" he cursed good- naturedly, laughing loudly as he began to fly after you where you had left him metres behind.

Eventually, he caught up to you and clasped you to his chest, out of breath. "Got you." You giggled, tapping his nose fondly as you somewhat sheepishly placed his glasses on his face. "My bad."

He laughed and his chest rumbled.

"You're so cute," he observed, keeping both of you suspended in the air as your sneakers stopped working their powers, both of you catching your breaths.

You blushed and slapped his chest gently. "I love you."

"I love you more," he replied automatically, yet you know he meant every word. His lips met yours in a short, sweet kiss, only pulling away because you were both smiling too much to do so any longer. you let out an exhilarated, breathless giggle, as he looked at you with so much love in his cool, blue eyes that you could cry. Your hands found the other's, intertwining them, and you didn't think there was a thing you wanted more in the world than Percy yelling at you for being saps from the ground, Leo gagging in mock- disgust alongside him, and best of all, losing yourself in your lover's eyes as your lips met again.

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[choccomonke]

[rhettmotel]

happy 50 followers, bb!

could i request 64. “oh, no! your hands are so cold! here, let me warm you.” *[character] warms your hands with theirs* with our favourite lil cowboy?

Ahhh MORGAN!! Thank you so much for this ask and for the inspiration to do this drabble day ❤️❤️

*Request your own drabble*

Christmas was your absolute favourite time of the year. You love everything about it, the music, the lights, the food. Rhett knew this, of course; the second the first frost bit at the grass, you were begging Rhett, Royal, and Cecilia to put up the Christmas decorations.

This year, Rhett planned something special. He had managed to find a rodeo friend who actually had a carriage sitting in their barn and a few horses who were okay with being hooked up to it. He planned to take you on a real-life winter carriage ride.

Once he knew that his friend was outside in the snow, Rhett led you out, hands over your eyes to keep you from looking. "Rhett, this is so stupid, I'm gonna trip and fall. Just let me see where we're going," You chuckle softly.

"Shut up," He grins, "We're almost there," As promised, once he had you standing in front of the carriage, he let his hands fall from your eyes. "Surprise," He says softly.

Now, it was your turn to repeat Rhett's words. "Shut up!" You gasp excitedly. "You got this for me?" You turn around to face him, face soft and grateful.

"Of course I did darlin'. You love Christmas, and I want this one to be the most memorable."

As a silent thank you, you place one hand on either of your boyfriend's cheeks and press your lips together, keeping things chaste for now; you could give him a more enthusiastic thank you later.

Rhett takes your hand and helps you step up into the carriage, letting you pick where you want to sit before he sits down next to you. You ride the carriage all the way into town before you start to get cold, your body racked with a shiver.

"Cold?" Rhett questions, before doing a double take just after taking your hand. "Jesus, your hands are so cold. Here, let me warm them up for you." He peels off the thick gloves he was wearing, which you didn't think to wear, and cups both of your hands in between his larger ones.

After a few moments of him holding your hands and occasionally rubbing them between his, he leans down to blow his hot breath against your skin to help a little more. "Mm, I don't think it's working. I think I'm gonna need some hot chocolate to hold," You smirk, eyeing up the coffee shop that you wheel past.

"Oh, you do, huh?" Rhett chuckles, but he isn't going to argue, already leaning forward and asking his friend to stop along the side of the road.

[johnhwatsonblogs]

Big News!!

Only three days ago I posted about how we have twenty followers. Now… we have a whopping 51! Another milestone reached! I want to thank everyone who reads this silly little blog and who supports me and Sherlock. It means the world to both of us even if he won’t admit it and I wanted to thank all of my followers again! Good job everybody!!

[kisakis-boyfriend]

NSFW alphabet (letters c, f, p, s, w) for Draken? As soon as I seen it I thought of him sskskks

Of course, I hope you enjoy~ ❤️

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C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He cums a lot....like A LOT. Even if you get him to cum 2 or 3 times, there's still quite a bit each time 😳

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything that allows him to hold you close or be face to face. Missionary, one of you riding the other, sitting on his lap or him sitting on yours, he just enjoys being close and seeing the expressions you make whether you're the sub or dom

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think Draken definitely enjoys slow and sensual sex, but he also REALLY enjoys slow and rough. Slowing pulling out and then slamming back in...again, doesn't matter if he's the top or bottom, he just finds that really hot 😌

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I see him having quite a bit of stamina. On average he can go 2 rounds, maybe 3 if he's really pent up or something. He can also hold out for a while, if you plan on edging him he can take a lot more than most people

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He reeeaaallly enjoys getting his dick sucked. He'd be a bit nervous if you did it somewhere semi-public, like in a bathroom somewhere, but that just adds to the excitement and pleasure. Especially enjoys it when you wake him up like this 💛

[writing-positivelyexisting]

Warm Bodies

The Bad Batch. Bad Batch/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

For the 50 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Bad Batch/Reader! Thank you guys! <3

Sent on a mission to the frozen planet, Kijimi, the crunch of snow was becoming a white noise to you. You trekked behind Echo, desperately pulling your arms across your middle and into your body, trying to contain as much body heat as possible. You weren’t built for this. You grew up on Tatooine. Snow was not your element.

You looked over at your comrades in their winter armor. Not a single shiver or a drippy sniffle. It boggled you completely. How in the galaxy did they stay warm? Genetics? Maybe it was part of their enhancements. Whatever was keeping these men warm would stay a mystery, and it made you envious.

A gust of particularly strong force blew past the group and you felt every fiber in your body jitter. Your body was wracked with a violent shiver to the point where it made you stop moving.

Crosshair, who was walking behind everyone, stopped to look at you. He heard your chattering teeth and had to keep his chuckle in the back of his throat.

“Cold?”

If you weren’t so frozen in place you would have hit him. “No. I was just about to strip, it’s so hot.”

“Be my guest,” he teased, his cruel and taunting smile hidden behind his helmet.

“For the love of – Hunter! Can we please set up camp?”

The leader, farther than the rest of you, stopped and looked back. Seeing you a miserable cold mess brought out a pitiful sigh from him. He comm’d back, “The first sign of shelter we will. Need an extra coat?”

You groaned, but nodded to his offer. You trudged up to Hunter as fast as your icicle-legs would allow and took the heavy parka Hunter packed.

“Thanks,” you huffed, shoving your arms through in greed. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a little difference. It would have to do for now.

Hunter gave you a look over, wanting to be sure you were alright to continue. He could hear the increased rhythm of your heart and felt his own pang in helplessness. Offering you the jacket was the best he could do for you now.

He looked over at Tech beside him and tilted his head, “Can you scan for shelter?”

“Certainly,” Tech tucked his data pad away then looked up, holding onto his goggles as he searched the horizon. “There appears to be an abandoned Kessel mining shaft three klicks north.”

You felt some relief knowing it wouldn’t be too long. “Thank the stars. Let’s get going.”

The trek took almost an hour, but when you finally made it inside the mine, you were quick to plop onto your butt. You took your pack off and looked at the men who were starting to unpack. Bringing your tired body to move, you took out your sleeping bag and unfurled it.

What you saw next you really had no words. There was a hole. Big enough for a really fat Tooka cat to crawl through. Perks of being government property. You shivered and felt like crying. This mission was going great.

Hunter came by with Echo and they both saw your sleeping bag. “Oh, cyare.” Echo came to you and you huffed, trying to keep a brave face.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You stood up and went to help Wrecker with building the fire. He welcomed your presence, bringing you into a comfy side hug. You felt the heat he provided and if you could purr, you would. He let you go with a soft kiss to the top of your head before giving you the lighter.

He asked you how you were holding up on the mission, knowing full well your inability to handle such freezing temperatures. You frowned, kneeling to the fire kit and setting it ablaze.

“Not well. My sleeping bag has a hole in it. So, I’m royally screwed.”

Wrecker frowned at you, “You could always sleep with one of us.”

“I know, thank you.”

Wrecker was right. You had your boys and any one of them would be more than happy to give up their sleeping bag or have you cuddle into their side for the night. Sometimes it still blows you away to realize you’ve got five incredible men at your back, who care for you, who are there for you, who love you.

You smiled at the thought and a little bright idea came to you.

As the sun set on Kijimi, the winds gusted through the mine with ferocity and the temperature dropped to the negatives. While you ate the rations you packed, you couldn’t stop the death-biting shivers that wracked your body. It was becoming unbearable so you looked around the mine and found Wrecker sitting opposite of you, his back against the wall.

You moved, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. The man grinned, moving his arm to bring you closer (as if it was possible). “Maker, you’re warm…” You looked up and saw the others happily smiling at you two. “It could be warmer, though,” you said wistfully, hoping the damsel-in-distress tone would work.

It did.

Hunter moved in to your other side, pecking your temple. You smiled and thanked him, letting the two men warm you up from either side of you. It was nice, but your little plan had yet to be finished.

“I think… I could be warmer, hmm.” You innocently put your pointer finger on your cheek like you were thinking about how to solve your problem. You glanced at Tech and Echo and winked.

Both of them rolled their eyes at your silly ploy, but gave in regardless. Echo laid on your right thigh while Tech laid on your left, each reaching up to place a kiss on your cheeks. With four out of five brothers, you looked at the sniper whose back was facing you. He had his firepuncher propped up next to him and was ready to take the first watch.

You weren’t satisfied with that.

“I still think it could be way warmer,” you spoke exaggeratingly loud and Crosshair moved to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyebrow raised when he saw your ‘come-here’ hands. Not daring to ignore your cute plea, the snarky sniper got up to take the last spot available: in between your legs.

“Could have just asked, darling,” he breathed against your lips before he kissed you.

It made you giggle and you happily wrapped your arms around him as he settled in on you. “Oh, I know. This was more fun, though.”

The men chuckled, filling you with warmth greater than any sun. As the night was breaching late hours, one by one each of you fell into a comfortable slumber. You were kept blissfully warm through the night and your tiny smile never left.

word count: 1,136.

Beta read by: @beating-a-dead-plot (If you’re looking for a beta reader, she’s an excellent one! Give her a message!)

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[asksimonbelmont]

And to you! Cheers!

[msmc-796-official]

50 Follower Milestone Celebration: MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" Face Reveal

// Hi everyone! We're all here to celebrate, because we did it - we have officially reached 50 followers on @msmc-796-official! Holy fuck y'all, I still can't believe we have fifty whole people following our PR blog. That's... what, nine to ten squadrons worth of people?

> More than that. Probably closer to fifteen squadrons, given most here at MSMC tend to run small. It's still a considerable amount.

never mind the numbers - let's get to the fun part!

// Yes, yes, I'm getting to it! Anyways, in celebration of this milestone, Upper Management had some updated portraits done of all of us, and now we get to share them all with you! I believe they go in squad number order, so I think yours is first, Kennedi. Mind doing the honors, Slipshod?

oh fuck yeah. gimme a sec...

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yooooo! that looks awesome K - they got your new prosthetic in there and everything! heh, nice "very serious Squad Commander business" face you got going - can't even smile in your portraits, huh?

> I was informed they would be serious portraits. I only posed as I was asked to.

// Oh, lighten up, Kennedi. They did a really nice job - oh, look, they even kept the torn edge of your uniform at the shoulder! I thought for sure they'd draw it hemmed.

> Hm. So they did. They also managed to get my nose, eyebrows, and hair texture correct - color me impressed.

mine next, mine next! let's go!

> Hm... yes, that's certainly you, all right.

// Oh, very nice! Bold choice to do it without a shirt on - must've just come from the workshop when you got this done.

...why in the fresh hell is my ENTIRE GOVERNMENT NAME on here?! I had that redacted on purpose!!!

> I assume you weren't paying attention when they informed us that our full Pilot NET ID would be present on these. All of these portraits include our legal name, callsign, and squad designation.

rrrgh... I'm gonna have a word with Upper Management about this; I take all the goddamn precautions in the world to scrub my identity from the Omninet and they STILL manage to publicly deadname me

// In case you've already forgotten, Slipshod, Kennedi has already deadnamed you on here once before. Granted, it was an accident-

> And I apologized for it immediately.

// - AND she apologized for it immediately, yes, thank you Kennedi - but still. People on here know your real name, Slipshod, whether you like it or not.

fuckin' hell. fine, I guess. but you clowns still aren't allowed to call me by that name on here. either you call me Slipshod or you don't call me at all. and that includes all 50-something of our followers out there on the Omninet as well, capiche?

// ...I think they get the point, Slipshod. Anyways - we've still got my portrait left. Pull it up; lemme have a look.

alright alright, cool your jets. here...

...woah. holy shit, P, that's really good.

> I concur. They did a phenomenal job on your portrait, Phoenix - you should be proud.

// I... wow. I'm at a loss for words, genuinely. I haven't had my hair that long in months, and they absolutely nailed it.

heh. I like that they kept your PR lanyard on there. UM can't ever let you forget it, can they?

// No, I guess they can't. Come to think of it, all of us have a MSMC logo somewhere on our portraits. They even included your arm tattoo on there, and you usually choose to leave that off.

nah, I asked them to do that. it felt right to leave it in this time.

> I also actively chose to wear my MSMC badge for this. It helps tie the group together. "Good squad cohesion", as Command would say.

// Oh, you guys... great, now I'm gonna cry. Y'all are assholes.

love you too, P. here's to the next fifty, yeah?

> To the next fifty, and however many more.

// To the next fifty.

OOC: To all 50 of my followers (well, more now, since this came out later than anticipated) - thank you so, so much for your support of this blog. I couldn't have done this without you. Here's to the next fifty, and however many more come after.

Until next time, this is MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" signing off - yours among the stars, forever and always.

-- FC, Angel, Slipshod, & Lockbreaker

[salubriousbean]

50 Follower Celebration!

50 is a Very Good Number

Hi guys! I have 50 awesome followers now so as a celebration y'all can send me refs or descriptions of your OCs and I shall draw them!

You can send up to three OCs, just please send them in separate asks

If you send OCs on anon, please add your blog you want me to tag at the bottom

You can send in characters from any fandom, regardless of if I'm in the fandom or not

No guarantees on if I'll add color or not, pls don't be offended if I don't add color for you

You don't have to follow me to send in your OC(s)

No inappropriate requests, etc. etc.

Is that all

Let me see/hear about your sillies! <3

My intro post is here

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Almost at 350 followers! Thank you so much everyone! How should we celebrate this time?

[a-mess-of-a-crow]

WE REACHED 50 FOLLOWERS :D

50 Follower special coming out these next days :)

[ketchupandaxe]

*Thank you all for 50 followers! I'm so happy and thankful for your support!!! <3

[j-jared]

Uh, hello Tumblr! Thank you?!

I didn't expect to gain this much of a following, so, thank you for sticking around, really, it means a lot to me! I never really did a meet the artist, so, sona reveal? I'll get a more focused post together soon.

Really, thank you so much for interacting with my art and following my blog, it was originally an idea dump and now I see people might actually enjoy those ideas. If its Resurgence V3, Love Letter, Demon Triplets, or even just Warriors designs, I'm glad each and everyone of you came about!

Seriously though, if y'all are in for the long run, I got a bunch more ideas and fandoms to indulge into, and they typically cycle with my interests, so even if y'all followed for a specific fandom no longer prevalent at the moment, rest assured they will come back again.

Now I'm gonna rush off to start my Goretober piece, Jared out!

[isat-script-project]

i think this is the most people that have ever looked at anything i have made in my entire life

[rhettmotel]

Thank you to everyone who sent in a prompt for my 50 followers, celebration. I am extremely, extremely grateful. I am headed to bed now because I've got classes in the morning, but I have 4 more prompts to write from @floydsmuse @auroralightsthesky @sebsxphia and @statichvm

I WILL be writing these, so please don't be worried. I'll be working on them after my classes. ❤️ I adore you all. Thanks again. 🥰