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[geronimomo-spd]

EVERYONE GO LOOK AT THE AMAZING TAGS THAT @seaweedstarshine PUT ON THIS POST BECAUSE OOH THEY SO GET IT!! HE IS ARO ACE AND THEY ARE QPPS!!

the Ninth Doctor is definitely aro and maybe ace! from the latest boxset Star Crossed! (from the first episode, Swipe Left) and River's reaction to it!

(recent reactions to this post made me reconsider and my desire to only put down the facts made me understand that they only officially say he is aro, and the aceness is mostly implied, but either way!!! aromantic doctor saves the day!!!)

for years i had this headcanon and its so cool that they are actually making it offical, also of course its John Dorney like come on hehe

here so its not word of mouth anymore! the ninth doctor is officaly aro and maybe ace! (though here his aroness saves the day hehe)

[evadingreallife]

Bunny is strong💪🏻

[diamondsheep]

Hi Rammm do you mind showing off your first Sanji fan art vs your most recent? 🙏 Please it would be so cool

Hiii Leoooon !!! Sure 😄✨️ i can show you my Sanji drawings !!!

This is the first fanart that i made of him !

It is interesting that it was a profile drawing, bc i really enjoy drawing him like that !

I have changed a little bit how i draw his profile and now i like to give him a hooked nose ! ( many artists also draw him with that nose and i LOVE IT !! I'm a fan of those types of noses 💛)

Here are some drawings that show that c: !!

I also wanted to share my second fanart of Sanji ! ( the one on the left / the one that has pink accents ) bc it can be compared with the drawing of old Sanji that i made for his birthday, since both have a similar pose lol

And these are my most recent drawings of Sanji !!! Asgjslf soon I'll post them ! When i finish a ZoSan compilation that I've been working on lol

( pls ignore the marimo creature that is next to him in most of the pictures adjfksjf )

[waterfallofspace]

hi!! thank you for putting together such thoughtful questions <33

6,14, and 17 if you like ^_^

thank YOU for asking/reblogging them!! <33 i love you~

6) What’s a part of sharing your work that you really enjoy? Okay well... I do love validation. I can't lie, I'm a really validation driven person in general (I'm working on it haha~) so getting feedback is a big motivator for me. But!! I also genuinely love when someone I make inspires someone else to make something!!! That's one of my favourite feelings of all time~ 😭💗

14) ~answered here~

17) What kind of requests, if any, do you enjoy getting? All of them!~ I genuinely still find it like... so incredible/unbelievable that people not only like and want to consume my content... but actually care about it enough to want to ask for more?? Or that they have the faith in me to think I could fill the request in a way they'd enjoy?~ Like that's still so ~ashdjoiagk~ to me, and I truly love all the ones I get, even if it takes me awhile to get to them!! (sorry 😭)

[rosiethedragongeek]

for the songs with RTTE vibes

Crazy = Genius by Panic! at the Disco

Hit and Run by LOLO

The Other Side of Hollywood by Julie and the Phantoms

Love you Like an Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

Game Over by Falling in Reverse

these are just a few lol tell me what you think of them :)

THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THESE OMG

HIT AND RUN IS SO FUN TO IMAGINE A LIL EDIT TO TOO, LIKE JUST THE GANG BLOWING SHIT UP BUT LIKE,,, AHHH

AND GAME OVER IS PERFECT FROM HICCUP’S POV FOR ALL OF RTTE LIKE DUDE

THANK YOUUU

[forhyune]

· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s), they're hopelessly in love your honor / warnings・suggestive in minho's and jisung's, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is a little gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath.  your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole table goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before from curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. “something like that.” there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppymin when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe puppymin from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off the plushie’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s face looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppymin takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles, face scrunching into a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss to your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm. 

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of a mouth and launches into that stupid elderly cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures. you rip the orange from your lips.

“yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, this is against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the sides of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the outside of the orange again. “ih ih eawhin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

“huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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[xoluvx]

for the first time series, first time eating out bil pls !

- thank you 💞

i love theseeee!!💞 previously: first time riding

"i want to make you feel good," you whispered against billie's lips as she laid on top of you. you were in the middle of a heavy makeout session and you couldn't stop thinking of touching her.

"you do make me feel good. when i hear you moan, when you cum on my tongue, when you're a good girl for me," she purred licking the shell of your ear before peppering kisses down your neck.

"no, billie i want to taste you," you whispered timidly squeezing her shoulders.

billie planted her forehead on yours. she smirked and reached between her legs. a few seconds later she was demanding you open your mouth. you did what she asked and she slid her fingers between your lips. you groaned at the taste, your tongue running between her fingers as she watched attentively.

"let me go down on you, please" you begged when she pulled her fingers out.

billie nodded. she flipped your bodies so she was laying down. she slid down her underwear opening her legs. you marveled at her pussy. she was looking down at you as you ran your hands over her thighs, fingers tentatively touching.

you allowed your thumb to run between her folds and billie groaned looking down at you. she was wet. she was throbbing and you wanted to touch all her sensitive parts with your tongue.

you placed a kiss on her pussy and she shivered holding your head. growing a little more bold, you stuck your tongue out running it between your folds. more like ghosted because in a matter of seconds, billie was cupping your chin instructing you to look up at her. you watched waiting for directions.

"like this," she stuck her tongue out. it was flat. then she moved it side to side isolating her tongue from the rest of her head. "do that first," she hummed and you nodded processing the information.

you went back down between her legs. your fingers opening her folds like you'd felt her done when she went down on you. tongue flat, you pressed it down on her pussy. she winced holding the back of your head. you moved. she moaned. you felt her clit on your tongue and almost as an instinct you focused on the bud, tongue now flicking like she'd done before.

"fuck," billie moaned lifted her hips trying to get more. you pushed your face closer, lips suctioning around her clit. you sucked before soothing the area with your tongue.

"fingers, put-" billie tightened her grip on your head. you slid in two fingers and she cried out quivering.

"yeah yeah that's good," she whined showing you a new side of billie. a whimpering sobbing mess searching for her high. her hips moved, her tits bounced. you relished in her taste. you could spend eternity between her legs.

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[ask-anya-anything]

HEYYY this is ooc i just wanted to send smth bc i got recommended this blog by a daisuke AMA that linked u as inspo and i noticed u were also filo on ur twt!!!!! thank you for the representation i guess HAHAH WE WIN THESEEEE

// OOC: tsk tsk minorities really gotta uphold a long lost craft most of the time. /hj HAHSHSA anywho link that daisuke ama! I wanna know ^^

[kodaswrld]

mama could you do some pear butter from mlp dividers, icon and dni banner! thank you I hope your day goin well mama <3

hiiii, yes yes i can!!

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pls credit me if you use theseeee 🫶🏼

[thrillsden]

❝    definitely    know    how    it    is    ,    yeah .   . ❞    tries    to    be    empathetic    and    compassionate    toward    femme’s    situation    as    he    knows    how    daunting    it    is    to    lead    a    production    ,    let    alone    be    the    star    of    the    entire    ordeal . for    what    it    was    worth    ,    found    comfort    within    her    presence    both    in    and    out    of    the    scene    and    respected    her    in    tenfold    for    it . still    can’t    seem    to    shake    the    tension    between    them    ,    fingers    crossing    in    the    hopes    that    his    actions    hadn’t    played    part    in    it    (    though    hoped    she    could    feel    the    same    lingering    attraction    ) . moves    closer    toward    her    to    determine    the    true    source    of    her    issues    ,    if    she    could    grant    him    permission    into    further    insight    ,    slight    look    of    concern    on    his    features    now . ❝    time    ,    alright . if    there’s    anything    you    need    ,    like    ,    an    ear    to    listen    or    a    shoulder    to    lean    on .  . i’m    here    for    you . ❞

claudia's breath catches as he enters the room, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. his words, "had to ask around for you, no one knew where you were," slice through the air like a knife. panic courses through her veins, but she manages a weak smile. "yeah, sorry about that," the femme replies, feigning nonchalance. "just needed some space, you know? a lot on my mind." she shifts uncomfortably on the couch, avoiding his gaze. claudia hesitates, a lump forming in her throat. "yeah, we're okay," she says, her voice betraying the turmoil within. "just work stress, you know how it is." she avoids giving any details, afraid he might see through the facade. as he continues to scrutinize her features, the walls are closing in from within. "i just need some time to sort things out," she adds, her words almost a whisper. "i hope you understand." the weight of her own deceit hangs heavily in the room, the anguished silence a stark contrast to her attempts at reassurance.

[masoqueen-official]

DAY 10 - Nomadic/Electric

INK/PH-TOBER 2024

Okay this one is actually really good

You can thank my aggressive music-listening and ACTUALLY LOOKING AT MY OLD ART FOR REFERENCE. WHAT???

Not to mention the fact that I was so full of energy I actually got this out right before midnight here. Damn right!

I tried to add some sparks of color like you guys wanted and this one kind of compliments that. It was kind of easy to figure this one out but at the same time I was worried it wouldn't work that well. Then I got thinking... why not represent the electricity as lightning/a vortex/shocks? Fuck yeah did that work.

Okay my mind is in the gutter rn and I'm still aggressively listening to music but pray I actually sleep tonight and have this bonus practice! OKAY BYEEEE I LOVE THESEEEE check out the music that this art is giving off and that I started/finished drawing with!

Bonus:

[lampiridaes]

# k, o

★ — char ; akito

★ — notes ; AAA LOVED WRITING THESEEEE they're so cute and softttt heehe... aaa akito my beloved he's so wawaaauueue HOPE U ENJOY ANON!!! THANK U FOR PARTICIPATING <3

★ — requested by ; anon

★ — taglist ; @aki-pancake

affiliated with @virtualbookstore ★

k - kiss [how do they kiss you?]

akito's kisses are surprisingly soft, most of the time. during exciting moments, like winning a competition in school, he'll kiss you a little more passionately. one thing he enjoys is holding your waist as he kisses you, making sure you can't really escape. at first, he's definitely shy, but after a few months pass, he won't hesitate to steal a kiss or two.

o - on cloud nine [what are they like when they're in love?]

when akito is in love... it's the kind where everyone knows. except him and his crush. he'll deny it over, and over, and over again, until eventually he can't anymore. however, if you're his s/o? he'll be the most romantic boyfriend ever, on one condition: it's just the two of you. but you don't necessarily mind that, no?

[waterfallofspace]

Non-snz assumption: you like cozy sweaters and sometimes fidget with the sleeves

Snz assumption: when you see someone (or the right person) stifle a sneeze, you wait and watch to see if it satisfied their itch or made it worse

non-snz: True!! I actually do, though it's hilarious to me because I'm also the type of person who gets hot wayyyy too easily, so I'm often suffering in summer months, but I absolutely do fidget with sleeves~~

snz: slightly true?? I'd say true for the 'right person' part, I just don't always actually watch, but I definitely think about it 😭

[sn0wbat]

:D !!!!

Some from memory doodles that I did of Bat and Helena, which both belong to my wonderful friend @sn0wbat

[lokisgoodgirl]

Ask and Ye shall receive.

Found all the loki in dirty leather vibes that I could . . . I feel like the first and second ones are "burning the world just to get you back" vibes or "conqueror stalking and finding a prize, taking it in the midst of his victory" the prize being you obviously. I hope you have a wonderful weekend and that this starts it off right ;)

I DID have a wonderful weekend thank you!! I could have sworn I replied to this but I may have just dreamt I did 😆apols.

Burning the world to get you back is such a vibe in that first one, its like the Clandestine F*cks alt ending where Loki fucks shit up and levels the Tower to be with YN. 🤷‍♀️😳

Thank you for sending me theseeee! They not only brightened my Saturday but my Monday too! ❤️❤️

Some dirty goodness 4 u this fine day. @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @gigglingtigger @lovelysizzlingbluebird @holdmytesseract @joyful-enchantress @vbecker10 @michelleleewise

[s-rosie]

hiii! I read ur hcs and damn they r good

if u have time can i request averyjameson as parents please?

congratulations, you are winning emoji, 💚. also thank you so much for liking my hcs. i hope you like theseeee😊

avery and jameson have 2 girls and 1 boy, with the boy being the middle child and the girls being the oldest/youngest

they aren’t too strict, but they make sure to keep their child safe

they never force their child to do anything they dont want to activity wise (it reminds them of t*bias)

they make sure to show up to every game, performance, etc. to support them, they even cancel plans just to be there

they hide their child from public view until they feel is a good time

avery has a very soothing voice so she will sing her kids to get them to sleep

their son grows up to look almost identical to jamie

they let their kids have friends, but tell them to be careful so they don’t just want them for the money or fame

when they get older, jamie tells the oldest daughter about the secret passages, so ehen her brother is older and has his crush staying over, she tells him about the passages (and protection 😏💀)

the kids have the most intense games of hide and seek you will ever witness

jameson will get their daughters anything and everything they need on their periods and they educate their son about periods and how he can help

i think it goes without saying, but they name one of their daughters hannah

their children can sing musicals and taylor swift before their ABC’s because they always have those on

they always show so much affection to each other, their kids find it gross

jameson takes their daughters to every daddy daughter dance and always makes them feel like princess (he gets them corsages, opens the car door, pulls out their seat, matches outfits, and dances and screams every song with them)

they have family game nights every week where they just play games the whole night and order takeout

avery and jameson love listening in on the gossip and give advice on how to handle it

they are known as “the cool parents” because they are nice and rich as hell

their kids have bodyguards that follow them everywhere, they get annoyed sometimes but they give them space because they aren’t aat much risk

they have the best relationship with their cousins and they are always hanging out at family events and consider themselves close friends

avery makes them do chores even though they have staff because she wants them to be modest and humble

i hope you like these as much as i liked making them. if you have any requests, my inbox is open. thank you so muchhhh