#character imagines

[insidekatmind]

please do a Kim beomjun from karma fanfic 🙏😭

Undercover~ Kim Beomjun

Wearning: age-gap, manipulation

The silence of the apartment is broken only by the sound of keys in the lock. You run to the entrance, your heart pounding—you haven’t seen him in days, and worry is eating you up.

As soon as the door opens, you see him. Or at least… you think it’s him.

“Honey, you’re finally here… where have you been?” you murmur, your voice cracking with tension, immediately pulling him into a tight, trembling embrace. You don’t notice anything strange: the familiar smell, the warmth of his body… everything seems fine.

But it’s not.

Kim Beom Jun stands still for a moment, surprised by your reaction. Then he hugs you softly, a slow smile spreading across his face. Inside, he laughs. You really thought it was him. That it was Park Seo Joon.

“Sorry, I had problems… but now I’m here,” he whispers to you, his imitation perfect. The voice, the tone, even the way he caresses your back. You leave no room for doubt. You can't even imagine that the man you're holding is not your partner... but his murderer.

You're twenty years old. Young, confident, in love. So fragile that you can't see the shadow that hides behind that gentle smile.

Kim Beom Jun watches you with attentive eyes, analyzing your every reaction. And as he lets you go, taking your hand to enter the house, he convinces himself inside: he can do it. It can be him. It can be Park Seo Joon... even with you

And he will make sure you enjoy every second of it.

[mrsrookhunt]

Rook: Mm? Mon Tricksteur, you leave so many fingerprints everywhere. I've found yet another set! What are they doing on this random gargoyle? Must you touch everything?

MC: How do you know they're mine?

Rook: The only other set on here is the Roi d' dragons, am I to assume that you came here together?

MC:

Rook:

MC: *pulling out perfume* Say another word and your musk gets ruined--

Rook: Ah! Forgive me, I was simply suggesting that you and him must have---!! -MMMGHH NOOOOOOOOOOO---!!!!!

*SPRAY SPRAY SPRAY SPRAY*

MC: ENJOY EXPLAINING THIS TO VIL---

<><><><><>

*Malleus somewhere on campus*

*sniff sniff*

Mal: LILIA! LILIA!!! I CAN SMELL CHILD OF MAN FROM HERE TODAY!! MMMMMMMM

[creation-help]

A special kind of intimacy between characters

[Not restricted to romantic dynamics!]

- I tear bread into smaller pieces to feed them to you, as if I am Jesus, or a mother bird. You may view me as a savior but I would kill for you

- Being there for the other person when they're sick - In a gross, disgusting way. Holding them unwaveringly through the wretched and repulsive, unflinchingly. Don't apologise, just survive. I'd do it again.

- You're scary, but I'm scarier. You don't know that yet, but I hope you won't fear me when you do.

- You're scary, and thank God for that. I'm more than happy to close my eyes when you use it on others. I am a coward.

- One character knowing exactly what the other one would really like to ask for, but is too self conscious or selfless to. Thus, they do it and provide, without the other person needing to outright request it. The self conscious character always makes sure the other one knows it's not obligated and they're always free to decline, and the other one nods firmly, knowing that, and still doing it.

- Sitting next to each other at the end of the world. Because it won't be okay. But they've accepted that

- "You destroyed the thing I love and I can't forgive you for it." "I can't forgive myself either." "I still can't hate you despite that." "I can."

- "Please hate me" "No."

- One character understanding when the other is in too low of a state to act like a decent person currently, and so they don't step over those lines that they'd normally tolerate. The first character holds the other one responsible for things later nonetheless, when they're able to actually carry it

- Two characters sharing the negative perceptions and opinions they've had of each other over the years. This can either lead to a realization that, respectfully, out of deep understanding of each other, they decide to not stay in touch with each other again from now on. Or, it can lead to a realization that thanks to this understanding they now have, they're more ready to become closer and have managed to clear the air with this conversation

- Characters of notably different ages talk and reflect on time that has passed between them. They feel a connection over how different their circumstances were. The younger one audibly wishes they could've done or changed something significant, to which the older character pointedly and gently tells them it wasn't their place to. Let us old crooks handle the tough things. (It wasn't your fault you spent formative years like this. I'm sorry you had to)

[sarahowritesostucky]

Sexuality Profile: Bucky

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

Bucky Barnes is the biggest sweetheart, not only of your five daddies, but of ALL the clients you ever had in the past.

Your other daddies all assume positions of dominance and power, whereas Bucky is largely submissive.

But more so than submissive, you think of him as needy. He needs a lot of tender affection, reassurance, and care.

Bucky's one of those guys who goes to his sex worker in lieu of therapy. He's been through a ton of trauma and needs the comfort and safety you offer.

He's the shyest and most guarded of all your guys, it took a long time to get him to open up to you.

He has a massive service kink.

He brings you fresh flowers every. single. time. he visits you.

When he visits you, you always have him kneel and offer up whatever guns and knives he's carrying to you. It's more an act of trust and submission than it is about true safety.

He calls you "Doll," "Sugar," and "malyshka."

When he's feeling very submissive he'll call you "ma'am," and when he's even more submissive and open, he'll call you "mommy"

He can tend to regress during sex, though you'll never bring it up because you know he would balk at being told he exhibits any sort of "little" behavior.

You call him James more often than you call him Bucky.

Of all your guys, he makes the sweetest whimpers, whines, keens and mewls. It's equal parts sexy and adorable.

He was forcibly castrated during his time with Hydra, and has no scrotum or testicles, just a slightly looser bit of skin where they were.

He is extremely self-conscious about this.

When you first met him, he was impotent and only hired you to snuggle and have non-sexual intimacy.

Once you found out what the problem was, you told him about testosterone replacement patches. He was so happy, he cried.

He's been the most vulnerable with you out of all five guys, and as a result you feel the most tender towards him.

He first hired you right after his friend Steve left him. He was in a very bad place, at the time.

You play with his hair a lot.

He likes to have his arm off during sex. It's almost like a kink or ritual, for you to specifically take it off of him.

He's the only one of your guys who is uncut. And you love it. P in V sex with him feels better than with any of your other guys.

Bucky cares much more about your orgasm than his. He likes being told that he's making you feel good and that he's being a good boy.

He's often very desperate, needy, and flustered during sex, just whining and humping you like a puppy.

You give him a lot of oil massages, both for his back from how much the arm pulls on his muscles, and prostate massages.

Because of the serum, he's capable of having multiple orgasms with almost no refractory period. You love edging him until he's trembling and begging.

Lloyd and Kemp don't mind a finger during blowjobs, but Bucky really loves anal play. Pegging is something you two do fairly regularly.

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? Having you say his trigger words and controlling him but not hurting him at all, just taking care of him (He's already been "deprogrammed," he just imagines that as the ultimate level of vulnerability and intimacy with you).

If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of her five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being Dracula's fourth Bride and trying to seduce and feed on Van Helsing.

Rather than climb down from the roof that you had landed on, you jump, your fangs retracting and your face going to the pretty one that Dracula had chosen you for. The cobblestone streets felt cold against your bare feet but it was something that you barely noticed as you encroached on the handsome Van Helsing. You offered him your hand. You weren’t offended when he didn’t take it.

“What a little brave fool you are,” You said, tutting at Van Helsing. The man is struggling with a weapon - quite a big one. You didn’t know what it was, but you were sure that you would be darting out of the way when he got it working. “Don’t you know - it is so much easier to be on our side?”

“The side of monsters? Of killers?” He argued, propelling himself backwards with his feet.

“Being a killer of killers still makes you a killer, Van Helsing,” I smiled, matching his pushes with each step. Keeping the same distance, but also readying yourself for flight. “You and I - we could have some fun without some killing, couldn’t we?”

You ran your hand down your body, the thin satin dress that was clinging to it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Your blood - it could keep me beautiful for you - I would only need just a little taste...”

“I’d hate to see what a big taste looks like if that’s a little one,” He said, as you both heard the yelp of a man being dropped by one of my sister-brides. You chuckled.

“Witty too - I enjoy a laugh.”

“Dinner and a show - I’d be the whole package, but I’m going to have to take a rain check.”

Whatever the weapon was, he got it working, starting to fire out arrows from it. You ran for cover, behind a farmhouse, and only then did you let your wings out. You were far too smart to make yourself a larger target right in front of him with the weapon.

“It’s a date, Van Helsing,” You said, as you flew to your sister’s aid.

Requested by: Anonymous

[roachroost]

Imagine being a cockroach in Maxime Le Mal's army

And you're in love with him.

-Revulsion. Calls to the pest control. Shrieks and sprays. Humans have never treated cockroaches with kindness. But Maxime is an exception. He speaks highly of your kind. Sings your praises. Admires the resilience of cockroaches.

-You're not sure about when you realized just how wonderful the sight, the thought, the sound, the touch of him makes you feel.

-Maybe it was when he finally achieved his goal of obtaining a form like yours, and with this came the breaking of language barriers. He came to understand the speech of roaches.

-Wires must've become crossed in your head the moment you first witnessed him in this form, with your mind becoming convinced that this big roach standing before you was your ideal mate.

-He's passionate. Smart. Tenacious. Strong. Rubbing his hands together with excitement at the prospect of plans going well. He can be quick to anger, and although such bursts of rage startle you at times, you're never frightened of him, because you know he'll never physically lash out at your kind. He sticks to stern words when scolding the unruly ones.

-He's even learned all of your names! Hearing your name spoken in that beautiful accent of his is the sweetest of rewards.

-On second thought, the way he rewards you for hard work is even sweeter: he offers his hand for you to climb onto, feeding you praise, and- and- and- he gently brushes his antennae against yours, and it's a thrill that makes your heart soar. It makes your cold blood run hot. It fills you with unspeakable energy that has you jumping in place.

-The intensity of your feelings never wane, no matter the form he takes, cockroach or human.

-You know full well there'll never be anything more between the two of you beside the relationship between a boss and his minion. He's a human being. You're a cockroach. Your love was never meant to be. The love of his life is another human, and though you felt envy and bitterness toward her at first, you've made peace with that fact. You want him to be happy, and she's the one who makes him happy, and that's what matters the most.

-Sometimes it hurts to carry all this love within you; how could someone as small as you carry feelings of this magnitude? Your love will never be reciprocated, but that's fine. You just want to remain by his side for all the ups and downs in his life. You want to be there to sigh in collective sympathy with the other roaches whenever he talks about the talent show of his youth. You want to cherish being in love.

[underrepresentedriots]

my biggest weakness in whump is when character A and B are captured together and one of them is mind controlled to kill the other for the villain as a sacrifice and while the mind controlled character is straddling the other about to kill them, they can’t-no won’t fight back.

bonus points for: character relationship, the villain is involved, the one not fighting can’t stop thinking about how pretty the mind controlled one is, or if the character is broken out of the mind control with an utterance of their name yelled in a last ditch effort to wake them up

[tboyblaze]

made this in 6 minutes

[purr3dator]

While he's in your dms i'm in his organs. I am dissecting him. I'm seeing what makes him tick. We are not the same

[dogbound1128]

Ok but what about Character A sitting in a chair and being soso tired and B standing up beside them and hugging them against their body and twisting side to side gently huh what about that

Thought of this while listening to this song

[insidekatmind]

Acting~Park Hae soo

Wearning: +18,smut, public, age gap

Request: yes!

The scene you and Park Hae Soo were supposed to shoot was set on a hot, chaotic night in downtown Seoul. Neon lights colored the streets and pounding music poured out of the doors of nightclubs. You, playing the twenty-four-year-old daughter of his character’s best friend, tried to keep yourself upright by leaning against the wall while playing with the hem of your crop top. You were wearing a short skirt and a bunny-eared headband that gave you a sultry look.

Park Hae Soo, forty-three years old and a seasoned actor, was perfectly suited to the role. He had to look annoyed but also worried. “What the hell did you think you were doing, huh?” he blurted out in the scene, trying to slip an arm under yours to keep you balanced.

“Having fun,” you replied with a goofy smile, swaying slightly. His hands were steady and strong as he guided you toward the parking lot. “You’re a pain, you know that? Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone recognizes us.”

The scene was going well up until that point, but then your eyes really lit up. You were getting so into character that you almost forgot you were acting. “The horse!” you exclaimed, pointing to the children’s carousel next to the parking lot. It’s an old coin-operated carousel with a white horse that’s a bit battered, but in your eyes it shines like a prize.

Park Hae Soo, still in character, gave you an incredulous look. “No, don’t even think about it.” He tried to hold you back as you sprinted towards the little wonder, but you slipped out of his grip and climbed onto the carousel. “Wait!” he shouted, trying to grab onto it.

You were already on the horse, laughing as you grabbed onto the metal bar. “Look! I’m riding!” you declared triumphantly as the old machine spun away with a screeching noise. Your skirt rises slightly with the movement and the night air slaps your bare legs.

Park Hae Soo's eyes widened as he watched you ride the carousel, your skirt hiking up to reveal more and more of your thighs. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure, but he couldn't deny the growing heat in his loins. The script called for him to play the part of a horny man, but the feelings coursing through him were all too real.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself discreetly. He approached the carousel, his movements jerky with barely contained desire. "Get down from there," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Now."

But you just laughed, throwing your head back as the carousel spun faster. Your thong was now clearly visible, the thin fabric riding up between your cheeks.

The director instructs you to watch Hae soo during the scene while riding the horse and you do so. You follow the director's instructions, turning your gaze to Park Hae Soo as you continue to ride the carousel. His face is flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you. The sight of him, so clearly affected by your performance, sends a thrill through you.

"Like what you see?" you taunt, your voice breathy. You arch your back, pressing your hips more firmly against the saddle. The rough fabric of your thong rubs against your sensitive flesh, making you gasp.

Park Hae Soo's hands clench into fists at his sides. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice strained. He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You continued to ride the horse as per the script and moaned without breaking eye contact with Hae soo.

Park Hae Soo's breath catches in his throat as you moan, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He's supposed to be acting, playing the part of a man losing control, but the line between fiction and reality is blurring. His heart pounds in his chest, his cock straining against his pants.

"Fuck," he hisses, closing the distance between you in two long strides. He grabs the carousel, stopping it abruptly. The sudden halt throws you forward, and you find yourself pressed against his chest.

"You're a tease," he accuses, his voice a low growl. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. "And I'm tired of playing games."

His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, all restraint shattered. He kisses you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to grant him better access. The other slides down to cup your ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

You moan into the kiss, your body melting against his. The rough fabric of his pants rubs against your bare thighs, the contrast sending sparks of pleasure through you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper.

Suddenly, he lifts you off the carousel, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs. He carries you to a nearby alley, pressing you against the wall. His hips grind against yours, his erection evident even through the layers of clothing.

"I need you," he pants against your lips.

You caress his back while kissing his jaw. "The director thinks we're improvising" you whisper in his ear.

Park Hae Soo groans at your whispered words, a shiver running down his spine. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Improvising, huh?" he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, let's give them a show they won't forget."

His hands slide under your skirt, gripping your bare ass. He lifts you higher, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hardness pressing against your core, even through the thin fabric of your thong.

"Hold on tight," he warns, his voice husky with desire. Then, with a swift movement, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.

You smiled and stroked his hair, you looked for the second director who gave you two thumbs up thinking it was acted.

Park Hae Soo's eyes flicker to the second director, noticing the thumbs up. A smirk plays on his lips as he realizes they think this is all part of the scene. Good. It means he can take this further without repercussions.

His attention returns to you, his gaze intense and hungry. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your thong. With a swift tug, he pulls it aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you right here, where anyone could see us," he promises darkly. "And you're going to be quiet, understand? We're still 'acting'."

Without waiting for a response, he positions himself at your entrance.

And then, with one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside you. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders. He fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way.

He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust pushes you higher up the wall, the rough brick scraping against your back. His lips find yours again, swallowing your gasps and moans.

"You feel so good," he pants against your mouth. "So tight, so wet. I could stay inside you forever." His words send shivers down your spine, making you clench around him.

He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the alley, mingling with your ragged breaths. You can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter.

You moaned and clung to him as you kissed his jaw. “So big,” you whispered.

Park Hae Soo's breath hitches at your whispered words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You like feeling me stretch you open."

His thrusts become more forceful, more possessive. He's claiming you, marking you as his. His hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice a husky whisper. "Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

He leans in, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "And remember, you have to stay quiet. We're still 'acting', remember?" His words send a thrill through you, the forbidden nature of their encounter only heightening your arousal.

You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tensing as your orgasm approaches. Park Hae Soo's fingers on your clit and his thick length filling you completely push you over the edge. You bite down hard on his shoulder to stifle your scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Park Hae Soo groans, his hips stuttering as he feels your walls clamping down around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his own release pulsing hot and heavy.

For a moment, you stay wrapped around each other, both panting heavily. Then, reality starts to sink in.

Park Hae Soo returns the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that belies the intensity of their encounter. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as you play with his hair.

"Cut" the director shouted. "You were fabulous" says the satisfied director and the staff applauds.

Park Hae Soo pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. There's a moment of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of what just happened between you. Then, he clears his throat and steps back, adjusting his clothing.

"That was... intense," he says, a small smile playing on his lips. He glances at the applauding staff and the director, who's walking towards you both with a satisfied grin.

"You two were incredible," the director says, clapping Park Hae Soo on the shoulder. "That scene was perfect. The chemistry between you was palpable."

Park Hae Soo nods, his gaze flicking to you briefly. "We make a good team," he says, his voice smooth and professional once more. But there's a hint of something else in his eyes, a promise of more to come.

You smiled and leaned into him, touching his shoulder. "How about we go get a coffee together?" you said seductively.

Park Hae Soo's eyes darken at your seductive invitation, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He leans into your touch, his hand coming up to cover yours on his shoulder. "Coffee, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I thought you'd never ask."

He glances around, making sure no one is paying too much attention to you two. Satisfied, he turns back to you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I know a little café not far from here. It's quiet, private..." His thumb brushes over your knuckles, sending a shiver down your spine. "Perfect for continuing our...rehearsal."

He stands, offering you his hand. "Shall we?" His eyes hold a promise of more intense scenes, more stolen moments.

You smiled. “You don’t know what to expect,” you said seductively.

Park Hae Soo's eyes widen slightly at your seductive words, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. He takes your hand, his grip firm and possessive. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he murmurs, leaning in close. "But I'm always up for a surprise."

He leads you out of the studio, his hand never leaving yours. The cool night air hits your skin as you step outside, a stark contrast to the heat that still burns between you two. Park Hae Soo pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he guides you through the bustling streets of Seoul.

[mrsrookhunt]

MC: *Muttering* Damn this little bird bitch...

Vil: *Appears* Are you talking about Neige?

MC, staring at the duolingo reminder that's still plaguing them from their home world*

MC:

MC: Yes.

[necromancer-4-hire]

Legacy of Kain: What they’re like as uncles.

A couple years back I made post like this but of course after I deleted my account I lost everything. Hope you enjoy.

Raziel

That cool uncle that’s like your second dad but gets whatever you want for your birthday. His affection is always available especially if you need a shoulder to cry on. Attends all your events; birthdays, graduation, surgeries, sports etc. Will pay for your school no matter how long you take.

Turel

That stubborn uncle that calls you “little creep” and tells you not to touch his things. Your pretty sure he hates you until the day your in a tough spot and he bails you out. You’ll get a stern lecture but he won’t snitch.

Dumah

An uncle that likes to play fight and buy tickets to games or Monster truck events. (I can just see him liking Monster Jam) Will knock out anyone that’s bothering or giving you a hard time.

Rahab

The uncle that helps you with homework. Need to pass an exam; he’s there all week. Need to learn spanish, or french; he knows many languages. Will call at the end of the day to see how you did. If you passed great; even if you don’t he’ll encourage you to keep trying. Very supportive.

Zephon

That uncle that your parents try to keep you away from. Watches horror movies of all kinds and calls in favors to buddies if you need help. Parking ticket? “I’ll call my friend who can help you out with that.” Got caught stealing or doing graffiti? Bail you out no problem and no questions asked. Except no murder; that’s his job.

Melchiah:

The uncle that’s always there. He doesn’t say much but he always has an open ear to your problems and can offer any advice if asked. Has your back through thick and thin. Need to talk to someone in the middle of the night; he’s there. Stranded without gas; he’s there. Forgot your wallet; he’s there.

Kain: Uncle/Grandfather

That one relative you hardly see but you know he exists. Sends gift cards or cash in a card with a blood written greeting. Actually gifts you with what you need or like. Kain’s not one for pretending. When you do see him you’ll get a hair ruffle or hand on the shoulder. Your nickname may even be, numbskull. Take it or leave it he couldn’t care less.

Bonus:

Janos: Uncle/ Grandfather

The relative you need to build an alter for. Janos is affectionate and understanding. Visits usually last for a few days if time permits; he enjoys your company. Will knit sweaters for you in the winter. Janos has wisdom to last a lifetime so he is honored when you ask him advice.

Vorador: Uncle

Mansion uncle; you need a place to stay? Make yourself at home. If your a girl he’ll send you with his brides to shop. If your a male he’ll keep you around to spar or show you the art of blacksmithing and tell you his tales. When your not at the mansion he’s that one uncle that looks like he’s always frowning; given his history who can blame him? On the bright side he’s always in the mood for provocative humor; will occasionally joke that his nipples are pierced.

[ridingtorohan]

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎☑‎ accepting requests for multiple fandoms. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎☑‎ this is a safe space for Jimmy fans, Swansea romantics, and nsfw Anya enjoyers ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎☑‎ minors, ageless and 18+ are welcome to interact. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎☑‎ sfw and nsfw requests are allowed ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Ø minors: block the 18+ tag -> ‎‏‏‎#;;‎that is a rare gift ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Ø you can reblog but don't crosspost to wattpad (etc) for me ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Ø don't be rude to me or others. that's it. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ══════════════════

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ *⁀➷ ;;that is a rare gift ✉ nsfw tag ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ➼ ;;you have my bow and my axe ✉ filled requests ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ . ⁀➶ ;;gone with you to the end ✉ series (all) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎══════════════════

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ hot seat! - mw crew walking in on reader (nsfw) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ hot seat x2! - mw crew experiencing hanahaki ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ new fic on the block! - walking in on mw crew (nsfw)

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ ‎‏‏‎thanks for visiting!

[miscfandomgifimagines]

Where'd you go? We miss you!!

I've been fairly busy prepping for college to start at the end of the month! I also run a small business all by myself and do freelance dogsitting to make the bills at the same time so my chance to sit down and write has been quite short. My hyper fixations have been dying out at a rapid pace so I'm hoping that once I rewatch Avatar 2 again it will come back! I've been joining a few other fandoms like Bad Batch, Boba Fett/ Din Djarin, and Xmen so I might write some stuff for them if I get the downtime!

[marchiekana]

welcome to the dreamscape

Information:

#you can call me Kana

she/her

bisexual

loves:(current fandoms)

Genshin Impact(Scaramouche mainly)

Honkai Star rail.

Mode change:

✧ Masterlist

☆ Rules

Mode change:

Current objectives:

None.

Exit.

Thank you for visiting.

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