#ask answered 💗

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Past Me: *-struggles for months on end to figure out how to write the next chapter of Kaiju!AU-* "I know what I want to write and I have the scene in mind, but how do I get it on the page????"

Today Me: *-decides to do a web diagram of potential scenes for said chapter after seeing the success I had with a different story's plot point and suddenly has a new plot device to give Yuu a bigger role in the story-* "????? How????"

Soooooooo...yeah, I've been productive, I swear, just words being stubborn with me 😅

[peteytheparrot]

how to make. comic

Step one after coming up with a really epic idea (aka daydreaming for hours on end) write it down and doodle it really shitily in your notes

Step two forget about it for months on end before making it (I have so many random comic ideas unfinished) (this is why you write it down before hand)

Step three finally get your ass up and make the sketch 💞💞 Step four spend way too much time making the panels because they HAVE to be perfect for some reason (or else I’ll freak tf out and die /j)

Step five and six make the lineart and coloring, and then add the speech bubbles, this is where you can tweak the wording and or change where the speech bubbles go (mostly done so it flows better)

(Don’t be afraid to cover up your art with speech bubbles if needed, ik it kind of sucks but reading ability is very important in comics, and having your speech bubbles all wonky WILL turn off readers, no matter how good your art is)

step seven make a REALLY lazy background because you do NOT want to do shit this time!! (Pretend they don’t have lighting on them I merged the layers 💖)

Step eight spend too long on rendering aka lighting and shading!! Step nine add more epic effects aka final touches!! This is always nice to do because it makes it look a lot prettier (like adding overlays, gradient maps, blurs, and noise… idk)

Andddd you’re done, I usually work on multiple comics at once because I CANNOT sit on one thing only!! Nuh uh!! Comics take fucking ages and will ALWAYS take ages so if you don’t have the patience for it I’m sorry bro 💔 you will not handle it 💔

Although! When I started making mini comics they took me like? 10+ hours but the more I did them they now take around 3 hours at the shortest. This one took 5 hours.

This is just how I make comics btw, most comics I see don’t go fucking crazy on the rendering/lighting/shading (usually on comics I see there is none tbh! And it works for them!) I’m just insane and like to make my comics look really pretty or else I’ll explode for some reason.

Also 😇 if you wanna see more comics of these guys go here for places you can read them at 😇

[planetbeanie]

I love ur blog sm I just want to kiss them all goodnight *gremlin noises*

Would you even kiss him goodnight? 🤨

[allieslittlewritings]

hii! would you write a spencer reid x daughter! or sister! reader where she just graduated high school and has a lot of mixed emotions, like, she’s relieved that it’s over but sad that she may not see her friends anymore or as much as she did?

thank you sm 💗

Graduation Blues

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: None :)

A/n: this was my first time writing a request. I hope I did okay and I hope you like it <3

The front door creaked open as you stepped inside. The familiar warmth your home held was comforting against the slight chill you felt from the cold weather outside. From a distance you could hear the sound of your best friend's car as she drove away after dropping off. Though you enjoyed spending an eventful day with your friends, there was also a hint of relief that came with being home.

Your removed graduation cap and gown hung over your arm. You looked down at it and felt that same feeling you had felt on-and-off all day. If there existed a fitting word to describe it, you didn't know what it was. It felt almost like anxiety and confusion, but that wasn't quite it. In racking your brain to try and reach an actual conclusion, you failed to notice Spencer exiting the kitchen and warmly greeting you.

"Hi, sweetheart. Did you have fun?" He pulled the sleeves of his shirt down, his hands slightly damp from washing dishes.

Absent-mindedly you hummed in agreement and started taking off your shoes. Spencer wasn't big on wearing "outside shoes" inside, citing how much bacteria you could unknowingly step into your home.

You missed the analytical look on his face. "You okay?"

Being both a profiler and an attentive parent, he could always tell immediately when something about you seemed even remotely off or wrong. Something as small as sighing in smaller intervals than usual was always noticed by him.

"Do I not seem okay?" you tried your best to make it sound like a joke. As if you were so obviously okay there would be no reason to doubt it.

Spencer smiled a little sadly, "Uh, no, not really." He hesitated for a second. "It took you about two seconds longer than usual to answer me. And even then you didn't actually say anything. I'd expect you to be so excited you wouldn't even bother taking off your shoes or pausing by the door. You haven't really looked at me since you got here." He tilted his head as he observed your body language.

You didn't say anything in return and instead just focused on hanging up your coat, turning your face away from your dad.

With a gentler voice Spencer spoke again. "I made mac and cheese if you're hungry, I wasn't sure if you'd eat while you were out so, I figured it was better to just make it."

Still not a word left your mouth. Luckily for you, Spencer was practically just as good at interpreting silence as speech.

"Okay, why don't I go get us some food? We can eat, and then, only if you want, you can talk to me about whatever is going on. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah," you said softly.

Spencer looked at you for a moment longer and then went to the kitchen to get you two food.

You followed him to the kitchen and got plates and forks for the two of you, setting them by your usual seats around the dining table.

Spencer did most of the talking while you ate. He told you about the plot of his latest read, what he liked about it and the miniscule inaccuracies that didn't sit right with him.

His rambling was a comforting distraction from your thoughts for a while.

Spencer swallowed his last bite of food and took a sip of water. "Can you tell me what's wrong now?"

Silence filled the apartment for a minute while you gathered your thoughts.

"When you graduated high school, did you miss it afterwards?" you asked.

Spencer laughed awkwardly, "No, not at all. I was very glad it was over, but I didn't have the type of high school experience you did. My graduation day was mostly spent trying to convince your grandmother the shadow outside her bedroom window wasn't a human being."

He paused and changed his tone to a softer one before continuing. "But if that's what's bothering you, I think I understand. You've spent years going to that same building, with more or less the same people. The same teachers and classmates. Now that that's ending, it's maybe a little harder to deal with than you thought."

"I was so focused on studying and finally being done with all my exams that I didn't even really think about it until today." Your voice got more choked up as you continued. "Only one of my friends is going to college in the same state I am. We're all going to be busy and every year we'll see each other less and less."

Spencer nodded as he listened to you.

"You've gotten so used to seeing them almost every day and going from that to seeing them a few times a year is a big change," he thought out loud. "Sweetheart, I know how much you care about your friends, how much you've nurtured your relationships with them, and that won't change."

The look of hesitation on your face remained.

"Regardless of where all of you go, or how frequently you hang out, you'll still have all of the memories you've made. The experiences you've had together over the years aren't going anywhere."

"Only about 5% of people remain friends after high school," you said quietly.

"That's still approximately four hundred million people, sweetheart." He reached an arm forward to wipe one of the stray tears rolling down your cheek and then gently tilted your face up. "You know, the odds of you existing are almost four hundred million times less than that. The odds of you and your friends existing at the same time? Even less. A statistic you found on Google doesn't define your personal relationships."

"That doesn't help very much," you whispered honestly.

"Unfortunately, I don't think anything I tell you right now will truly help. I can't promise you that you'll still be as close with your friends in twenty years as you are now, but I can promise you that it'll all work out exactly how it's supposed to." He stood up and walked around the table to where you sat.

"Now, why don't we go make hot chocolate and eat your graduation cake?" He held a hand out for you to take.

"You made me a cake?" you frowned, taking his hand.

"I was going to, Aunt Penelope beat me to it," Spencer sheepishly admitted, pulling you up from your chair.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry I don't always have a very helpful answer or solution to your problems, but please don't ever think just because you grow up you have to stop coming to me when you don't feel well."

"I won't," you mumbled into his chest.

You went to the kitchen with your dad. While he made your hot chocolate, you started to tell him about the happy aspects of your day. As you thought about your day—hearing your friends and family cheer when you accepted your diploma on stage, laughing with your friends while you all reflected on the last few years, the new inside jokes that transpired—a warmth spread in your chest. Whatever happened in the future, you'd keep all your memories safely tucked away in your heart, and think of them fondly.

[divine-misfortune]

I'm so sorry you're having A Day, but here are a few soft, romantic thoughts I have to spare. I hope they help <3

- Mountain and Rain laying side by side in the grass by the lake on a nice spring day. Chatting now and then, hands close enough for their pinkies to touch. Rain curls them together just because he can, relaxed and sun-warm and so, so at peace. Eventually they both doze off, and Rain wakes up first. Pushes himself up to sitting, stretches his arms, and when he looks over at Mountain he's still snoring - and surrounded by familiar little blue flowers that certainly weren't there when they laid down. Rain can't keep the smile from his face as he plucks a handful of the delicate little blooms. He weaves them into Mountain's mussed hair, a crown worn in Rain's honor, and curls up against his side when he's done. Rests his head on Mountain's chest so he can drift off to the sound of his heart - his favorite place to be.

- Aether, who misses Dew terribly when he leaves for tour. Didn't expect it to ache as much as it does, waking up in an empty bed - so he starts sleeping in Dew's room. Curls up in his blankets and his pillows and soaks in the lingering scent of his mate. It fades far too quickly, though, and Aether gets a touch despondent. Doesn't say anything to Dew, of course, and makes Sunshine promise she won't either when she walks in on Aether huffing Dew's linens one evening. Then, while he's scrambling his eggs one morning, Aether decides he's in the mood for tea. Opens up the rotating caddy Mountain always keeps stocked to grab a bag of his favorite flavor (rosehip and raspberry) and smells something very specific. Familiar. Something that makes him pause, tip his head and stick his face in the caddy. It's warm, spicy, a little woody - in a delayed sort of way, he realizes it smells like Dewdrop. Not exactly, but close enough for little butterflies to flutter to life in his belly and a crease to form between his brows. Aether picks up one of the baggies that smells like cinnamon and clove and cardamom and everything else he loves so much. He brews a cup while his eggs burn, and that first sup of chai feels like home. He turns off the stove and retreats once more to Dew's bed, inhaling heady steam that leaves him more relaxed with every breath. Curled up in soft sheets, scalding mug in his hands, it's almost like he has his Dewdrop back. He'll have to give Mountain a special sort of thank you when they all get home - the internal peace that spiced scent brings is worth damn near anything.

- Swiss, who latches on to Aeon immediately for several reasons and finds himself head over heels before he knows it. Looking at the new kid all moon-eyed across the practice room, squishing up next to him on the couch or in a pew during mass. Finding any excuse to touch him, to be near him, even just to talk to him - maybe he's a little obsessed, but hey, you can't blame a ghoul in love. He shows Aeon all the best, secret spots in the abbey. Sneaks him away with a sly grin and a firm grip on Aeon's hand, tugging him anywhere he pleases. Aeon, for what it's worth, never argues. He's as smitten as Swiss, truth be told, but this way they flirt and tease and play is too much fun for him to come right out and say it. Better to let Swiss drag him around with that one glint in his eye - like a teenage boy with a crush, eager to stick his hand up someone's shirt for the first time. When they finally fall into bed together, after so many stolen make-out sessions in the cemetery and shared joints in every dark corner, Aeon expects it to be frenzied. Playful, sure, but rough. Urgent. What he gets is a bedroom lit by dozens of candles, rose petals strewn all over and a bottle of wine far too nice for the pair of them. What he gets is Swiss at his gentlest, his most tender, and it absolutely bowls him over. He tells Swiss he loves him right as he's about to blow, and doesn't even think about taking it back in the afterglow. Swiss kisses the tip of his nose, winks, and tells Aeon not to be such a sap. (He blabbered a constant stream of "I love you's" into Aeon's throat the whole time, he just can't help himself.)

I really hope your day gets better. Do something nice for yourself - you deserve it :))))

OHHHH MIASMA :((((((((((((((((( /pos

Rain is the little lizard sunbathing on a nice warm rock (Mountain).

Those pale blue flowers in his lovely auburn hair, looks nearly red in the sunlight. Honestly rain probably lays back down and is going to pass back out but stops, finds his phone in thr grass, and takes a picture of both sleeping mountain and a picture of him curled up there in his side. One of which will be his new phone wallpaper.

Probably wakes up himself to mountain tucking one behind his ear, chuckling and apologizing for waking sleeping beauty but it's getting dark. Rain doesn't wanna move, too comfy.

Squeaks when Mountain gets up and scoops him in his arms, saying the ground is no resting place for his princess, and Rain wants to roll his eyes but he can't bring himself too. Not when Mountain’s grinning like that.

I imagine Dew had a similar experience on the road...maybe not with tea, but, wether it be a candle or a cologne he stops to sniff while wandering through some shop in a state he doesn't care to remember the name of. Just. Stops to sniff it cause the container looked neat and his eyes go big. Puts a hand over his mouth because he knew he missed aether but didn't realize just how much he did. He puts it down and excuses himself to go get some air. Phantom and Aurora saw his reaction, go over and also smell whatever it might have been and both realize why he'd reacted like that.

Sweet new summons use whatever money they had left of their allowance to buy it. Leave it sitting in dews bunk before he even gets back on the bus.

Dew calls Aether later and the two of them laugh at themselves for how gross and needy they've gotta be to take comfort in things like this...but both of them keep these little things close until they can keep each other close.

Pulling Swiss and bug card, going straight for my heart......they absolutely would they'd be so disgustingly in love about it......I really do think about their first times together a lot. Maybe I'll finish that first kiss fic in the wips because it was so cute.

Swiss just. Ugh. Ugh Ugh. Would want him on his back, laid out in all these pillows, maybe got a petal or two in his hair, that soft purple flush in his cheeks. He wants to stare at that beautiful face forever. Probably gets so distracted staring at him phantom asks "are you still with me there???" And ofc Swiss is. Of course he's still with him, wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

God hearing him say i love you nearly makes Swiss bust immediately and he will die of embarrassment about it later, even if Phantom thinks it's so adorable endearing - probably makes the stupidest joke abt Swiss' dick also loving him sooo much it just had to show him. Swiss is going to smother him with a pillow for personifying his dick while it's still inside him.

I will be thinking about this for the next 3-5 business days if anyone needs me

[just-a-forest-nymph]

Goodness. Every time I see your pfp in my notifications it ruins me 😮‍💨😵‍💫

If you mean just seeing the pic… Understandable. It is one of my favorites 😋

[glitzglamgunpowder-if]

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

Alistair/Alice Delacroix (THE RIVAL) - They definitely want to be with someone who is as obsessed with them as they will be in return. Someone who is unconditionally loyal with a twisted sense of humor. And they definitely believe in love at first sight!

Samuel/Samantha "Sam" Kaminski (THE BOSS) - An intellectual and a free spirit (but not too frivolous) would be ideal for them. And I think they're more fascinated with the idea of love at first sight rather than actually believing in it

Hendrik/Helena Rietveld (THE BODYGUARD) - They would be attracted to someone who is responsible and patient, but also passionately optimistic to contrast their pragmatic nature. They wouldn't admit this to anyone, but in their eyes, love at first sight feels like an unattainable dream

Jesse Lê (THE FRIEND DETECTIVE) - Someone who's very empathic, compassionate with everyone, and has a strong sense of justice. And despite their past, they definitely never lost faith in experiencing love at first sight!

[bbutterflies]

(sketch request) one Carapace showing off his music to Chat Noir please 🥺

they r also in love 🥰🥰🥰

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hi, I'm someone who's interested in making a long-fic but just been struggling to do so. Alot of it just cause I really I'm not confident in my ability to write it well or that people will read it. Even though Neon Void was your first fic (I think) you managed to not only reach so many, but tell a story so deep and personal and moving that every time I re-read a snippet I find myself wanting to read a whole chapter.....and then the entire series.

If I can be so bold to ask, how did you do it? How did you take Neon Void and make it? What kept you from giving into the voices within and without that tell you to give up? How did you make sure the story was the best it could be. If you could go back, what would you do differently? What strategies would be best for someone who also wants to do a longfic?

Sorry if it's alot.

First, thank you so so much. It makes me super happy to hear that you thought it was moving and enjoy reading it!!

and don’t be sorry!! I’m super flattered that you wanted to ask me such a cool and thought provoking question!! Gunna hide most of this answer under a read-more as I get a little autobiographical, but in short:

You must be your own biggest fan

I’ll be honest— I had NO idea so many people would read my fic. The amount of positive feedback has blown me away and I couldn’t be more thankful for how nice the TMNT fandom has been to me (and my sister!!)

And you’re right! Neon Void WAS my first fic I ever published!! But I’ve been writing every day since I was a tween. I just love to write. But even then, I was nervous to post. No one except my closest friend had EVER read my writing before. I wasn’t sure if anyone would read it, or even like it since it was kind of a wacky premise.

But also in a way, it was okay if no one else read it, because I liked it. And that’s kind of the secret sauce to it all.

I have never, ever written anything this long before. Originally, TNV was going to be like, ten chapters max. I have no idea it would evolve into a nearly 30 chapter fic. And i think there were several factors that contributed to that.

First, I was utterly and totally obsessed with my own AU. When i started daydreaming about certain scenes over and over, i knew i had to write it. Being so invested in my own story was the biggest factor in actually finishing it. Which sounds so obvious, but the thing is I have a tendency to think of new AUs constantly. (Sometimes even daily.) The fact I kept revisiting this one was a sign that if i wanted to write it, now was the time.

Second, and this is piggybacking off of that last confession of always daydreaming new AUs, i knew i was on a personal timer. If i was going to do this, I had to make sure I did it. So i gave myself a goal of trying to post on a rough schedule to keep myself accountable.

(But remember!!!! It's just fanfiction!!! you never, ever have to put that kind of expectation on yourself! You don't need a posting schedule. You don't even need to finish. I personally pushed myself so hard to see it through because for years I told myself that if i was ever going to post fanfiction, i HAD to finish. It's okay if you don't!! I would never ask a writer or an artist to slog through something that doesn't bring them joy anymore. Because at the end of the day, fanfiction is meant to be fun!!)

BUT

Here's a bit of a confession. I didn't want to give up on it because it brought me a lot of joy during a rough year. I found myself sneaking on my phone at work to write a paragraph or two whenever I had the chance. I would think about it 24/7. I was in love with the story I was making up and looking forward to writing helped get through some not so Cowabunga times. I know posting your work is super intimidating-- and you might be tempted to stop-- but remember, if it makes you happy-- even for a while-- it's worth it. TNV was making my days a bit brighter even before I started posting it.

Which leads to my next confession-- and this is probably the biggest reason I was able to actually pull it off with a posting schedule:

I had already written 50%-60% of TNV before I even posted chapter 1.

And that was on purpose for several reasons. One, I was having so much fun planning easter eggs and planning long-term foreshadowing bits. Second, it was a test to see if this AU was really rotting my brain enough that I wanted to spend a lot of time writing it. By the time I had a lot written and scenes I was super eager to get to, I knew I wanted to post it. But having a bulk of it already written was a huge reassurance in trying to maintain my posting schedule. (But again, that was just my style! You can hit the ground running if you'd like, start and then pause for a while to figure things out-- whatever works best for you!!)

But even when i was insanely obsessed with my own AU, it still took a lot of time and energy to write. There will be times you will find yourself trudging through bridging scenes to get to the scenes you actually wanna write and it's sooooooooo haaaaaaaaard. BUT!!! It's worth it!!! Getting through it and seeing how it sets up the exciting part just right is soooooooo satisfying.

As for making sure the story was the best it could be??? I'm not sure!! Because there were definitely times I went whining to my sister and best friend about certain plot points or scenes, worried it wasn't good enough. There were a LOT of times a scene or idea just didn't feel right. Heck, a lot of chapters ended up in a different order than when I originally started writing!! The lesson I learned throughout the whole thing is that the original idea doesn't have to be absolute. Sometimes rearranging the scenes is just what you need!

But when i was REALLY struggling, I'd find myself referring back to the original source. It was what inspired a fanfic after all! Sometimes taking a step back and reevaluating each character's personality helped me shape the scene into something that felt better. Other times I had to step back and remind myself about what was actually important to the story. (Example: originally, I had no idea how to get Donnie to the hidden city by himself. At first I tried to think of some lore on the mask to give Donnie a reason to go investigating Void... but it didn't feel right. The mask wasn't important. Not even Void was the most important thing to Donnie at the time. Leo was. And that helped me sort of get rid of the loosey-goosey idea of giving a complicated back story to the mask that made the story feel muddled.)

But even then, I wasn't sure if certain moves were the best they could be! I was always worried (and continue to be) that I poured too much into descriptions, or spent too much time talking about emotions with too little action. Or that I overuse phrases. But so long as each chapter made me happy, I figured readers would enjoy them too.

If I could go back and do something different... I wouldn't have goofed with Leo's kraang parasite adaptation in Mad Dog Part 2: Prom. I was trying to make his parasite enter an obvious 'stage 2 boss battle' look, but later I realized I didn't like how I described it lol.

But!!! I will confess, I'm no saint-- when i started getting lovely comments, it helped pour gas on the fire to keep going. And that's why I'm so thankful for every comment or doodle or ask sent my way. You guys are amazing and helped me get the fire under my ass to keep going, even when things were really hard.

I know it sounds so corny and like a cop-out answer, but ultimately, it's YOUR personal investment in YOUR story that is the secret sauce!!! So long as your interested in it, it won't feel so impossible to write a long fic. There will be challenges (like there is with any project) but honestly?? If you're head over heels for your own story, it will be fun and fulfilling. Even if you don't finish-- so long as it made you happy, that's what matters the most. (Again, that's so cheesy... but just like Master Leonardo tells Leo, 'cheesiness makes the best pizza pies in life'.)

Thank you again so much for this fun ask-- and I believe in you! You've got this. Have fun, enjoy writing, and have confidence in your work, because it makes YOU happy, and that's the greatest thing a story could be.

[nicoliharu]

Hey! What were you studying?

Hii honey!!!

Hands! I'm afraid of not making good drawings, especially small details, or that someone may confuse me with AI? Does that make sense? Besides, I wanna finish the commissions with quality, so I try to study digitally and in my sketchbook every day (🤡)... But I erase/delete most of them and only keep what I like 💀

[becca-e-barnes]

Ngl I'd absolutely kill for a threesome with Bucky and Natasha 😍 I mean ,,, the constant shifting in power between the two of them of who is more dom of what's happening??? And the idea of being reader being the main focus of all this??

"Thats OUR good girl."

AGDJAKFLSL My little sub brain could never 😔

I don't remember the last time I wrote a lil threesome where the reader is submissive so I guess that's what we're doing today ✨

But the thought of both of them bickering over who can make you feel best while you're right in front of them is so hot. Nat thinks she understands pleasure best whereas Bucky argues that he knows what you like.

They agree that toys are out of the question because that wouldn't be fair and you're thankful for that. You hardly know how you're going to handle them competing without adding toys in.

"She's such... A good girl." Bucky groans, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor while Nat kisses up your bare neck, sucking and nipping your skin.

"The best girl." Nat hums in agreement. "Our good girl." Her slender fingers pinch one of your nipples while Bucky's mouth engulfs the other and you don't remember ever being this wet before in your life.

"She's all frustrated, bless her." Nat's other hand trails up your thighs until she reaches your sex, luxuriating in the feeling of your slick arousal against her fingertips. She knows what she's doing. You can tell that even by the gentle, calculated strokes against your body. She's only aiming to tease; to get you so worked up you beg her for relief, rather than Bucky.

"Have a taste." She removes her hand, extending two fingers to Bucky who gladly removes his mouth from your breast before engulfing the fingers with his mouth.

You hear his low groan, his eyes fluttering shut and it makes you almost writhe with need.

"Now that you've had yours, it's my turn." Nat withdraws her fingers, slipping out of her dress before settling on the bed between your legs. "You have a choice, sweetheart." She purrs, kissing a path from the inside of your knee, up your thigh and back down again. "Bucky might not last very long inside you and that would be disappointing, wouldn't it? You're so warm and wet and tight, it might all be too much for him."

You don't know whether to agree or not. You don't want to risk embarrassing Buck but at the same time, you'd be very disappointed if he wasn't able to fully prove how good he can make you feel. If you only get this experience once, you need it to be the very best it can be.

"If you like, I'll help him take the edge off while I take care of you. I'll let him fuck me and get his first load out of the way so he can give you the attention you deserve." Her voice is soft and sweet, your fingers tangling in her hair hoping it'll drive her mouth where you need it most.

Bucky looks like he would protest but who in their right mind would reject an offer like that?

"Y-yes. Okay, fine." You're so desperate to be touched, you'd agree to almost anything.

"Sweetheart, when it's your turn, I'm going to ruin you. Gonna make you watch how hard Nat cums for me, just so you can see what I'm going to do to you later." Bucky's confidence makes Nat laugh from between your legs.

The strokes of her tongue are feather light to begin with, trailing slowly over your soaked folds, slurping your arousal greedily. You don't miss her low moan as Bucky presses into her but she manages to stay focused, giving your clit the attention you needed.

Taking you apart is the entire plan here. You might be their focus but they're both smart enough to know that it's easier to win when they've sabotaged their competition.

[jessythebunny]

Draw Emily pregnant

[yanderestarangel]

Hi! ☺️

I would like to ask why is Priest!Miguel O'Hara bot on JanitorAI hidden? It was so good and I loved it! 😢🩷

Hi my angel, I really don't know what happened some of my bots disappeared from the Janitor a.i but I already republished it today.

Priest Miguel O'Hara

[𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕] ┆Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

TW : blasphemy, sinful context, brain rot, dark!Miguel, au, idolatry, nsfw, angst.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Obviously, there's gotta be a tickle one involved, so!

Question number 2: who's one character you would want to be tickled by the most. And follow up! Who's one character you'd like to tickle the most.

It can be from different fandoms or the same it doesn't matter! Basically in the fictional space who's your dream ler and dream lee!

😌🥰

Congratulations btw honey! You deserve this and so much more! 💕🫶

OoOOOOOoOooh 🤭!!!

If I would like to be tickled by any character it would probably be Rise Raph to be honest 😘💝🫶🏾. He reminds me of my eldest brother and he’s honestly just a pretty chill guy 🙂‍↕️…

BuUUuUuUT…

If I were to tickle a character it would most D E F be Lloyd from LEGO Ninjago…my bro needs to loosen up a bit frfr 😫…

And thank you so much 🥰💕✨‼️ It means a ton RSAAASFGHUUGGG

[souenkun]

I had a nice talk with @teriiblog about my aokabu being married fic, and although we got kabu's hand placement wrong in our excitement, it still got me thinking: what if, after aokabu got married, kabu changed his battle pose by laying his left hand (with his wedding ring on!) over his heart, instead of his right one (which showed the galar league symbol on his glove)? It could become a way for kabu to show his devotion for larry, even if they could still live in their respective regions after tying the knot? 😭💖

Kabu could keep this very same battle pose, just that he'll exchange his right hand over his left one! 🥺🥺🥺 the galar league might not mind it too, especially if this change in kabu's pose takes place in leon's leadership! 💗

[spookuzm]

So I saw someone do this earlier uh

U made me motivated enough to draw so I drew ur boi, Crust

Thanks for the motivation and for this super cool character