#fan mail ✉️

[playstation-dreamcast]

according to the polls, chris redfield has the fattest tits but what are we gonna do about that 🧐

Suck on them, obviously ✨️

[enmi-land]

what does mila think about riki saying his ideal gf is a girl with a bob? 😭

🐼: “I’ll take it as him talking about me.” 🫣

[spellbound-circle]

well. guess i'm unfollowing. don't rlly care to follow someone who thinks its ok to publicly vent instead of getting therapy.

<< The post was tagged, but good riddance? I don't want a follower who wants to complain about something they could just filter out and then proceed to tell me to get therapy instead. Happy holidays anyway or whatever. >>

[burning-sol]

TMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (also yes you will get weird about at least one of the monster guys. i can think of at least two who are right up your alley)

This is great I'm gonna get so weird abt these monsters.

[madhatterbri]

Fan Mail | D.P.

Summary: Hey, @madhatterbri can you do a smut story about Damian Priest meeting a fan who has a big huge crush on him and she wrote a fan letter about Damian saying that he is the most beautiful cutest man ever in her life and she wants to sleep with him or something similar like that ✉️ 😉

Requested by: @destinylewisbellblog

Damian Priest Masterlist

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Damian stared at the nervous woman before him. He just read her fan mail letter. A blush burned his cheeks. She thought he was handsome. The letter even wrote that she wanted to sleep with him.

He removed her dress gently by sliding the zipper down her back. The next to go was her bra. Her arms lifted up as he slipped the garment over her head. His dark eyes didn't hide that he was checking her out. Damian urged her to get on the bed.

He thought the last part was a joke. Many women constantly threw themselves at him, but she seemed different. Instead of just taking her to bed, they went out on the town. They ate at a burger joint and hung out on the water. She made him laugh, and a couple of times, they kissed. They made it back to his hotel room.

Damian could tell she was nervous while he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. The gravity of the situation they were in must have started to get to her. A girl with a huge crush was about to sleep with the man of her dreams. He wasn't a jerk like other celebrities, but a down-to-Earth guy.

"We don't have to do this you know," he offered. Damian was never one to push a woman to make them feel like they had to do something with him. He genuinely enjoyed her company. She kissed his lips softly. Her hands trailed down to his shirt. His arms lifted up to help with his shirt removal. He fiddled with his jeans. Left in only his boxers, he turned his sights to her.

She laid on her back. He placed his hands at either side of her body. His lips connected to hers once more. Damian made his way by kissing her jawline down to her neck and chest. He paid attention to her sounds, making sure to hit all the right spots. Her fingers snaked through his hair.

She hoisted her hips as he slid her underwear off. Her legs were spread under his lust filled gaze.

Her moans sounded in the room as he teased her. His tongue slowly ascended up her slit. She closed her eyes and whined. They locked eyes, and he smiled.

With little hesitation, he went down on her. His tongue toyed with her clit as it pulsed in need for him. Her leg laid over his shoulder. One of her hands gripped his hair while the other held his hand. His free hand made use of working her.

Damian started slow with thrusting one finger in and out of her. Once he saw she was getting adjusted to him, he added another finger and then another. He spread them apart and curled them inside of her. She only got louder from there.

He stopped the moment the tightness in his boxers were too painful to withstand. Damian pulled away from her, much to her dismay. A loud whine of protest slipped out of her yet stopped when she saw him undressing. Soon, he was above her once more naked as the day he was born.

"I got you. Don't worry. I know how to handle business," he assured her and placed himself between her legs once more. His strong hands wrapped her legs around his waist. Damian grabbed himself and rubbed the tip of his dick through her folds. He felt the head at her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her before slowly pushing himself inside.

His mouth captured her moan as he waited for her to adjust to him. She felt heavenly to him. His eyes closed to take everything in. God, if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

"More," she begged against his lips. He happily obliged. The sound of skin hitting skin and their carnal sounds filled the room. The moon casted through the hotel window, and he could see her pleased expression perfectly. Her eyes half closed while she moaned and whimpered his name.

His hands gripped her waist as his thrusts picked up. He never wanted to feel her so far from him. Damian paused momentarily. He could feel the two of them were close, but he wanted his ego stroked by her one last time.

"Who makes you feel like this, huh?" He asked roughly between grunts.

"Y-you do," she stuttered and bit her lip. Her walls started to clench around him.

"Scream my name, darling. Let everyone in your hometown know who makes you feel so good," he ordered. She opened her mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. Only breathy moans. Finally, she found it in her.

"Damian!" She called out once she reached the peak of orgasm. He wasn't far behind. He shoved himself deep inside of her one last time. He came inside of her without a care in the world. Whatever consequences came from tonight would be his future self problem.

The next few minutes were spent laying in bed together. He laid behind her and rubbed her side. His arm was used as a pillow for her head. The two of them were distracted by talking about what a fun evening they had. Damian kissed her bare shoulder softly.

"Don't rush off in the morning. I want to see you when I wake up,"

[https-furina]

— oh my my ! ♡ | edition: women, version 1.0

ft. ei, miko, yelan & eula x fem!reader content. fluff, modern!au, idol!au mixed with secret agent!au, ooc eula & yelan (first time writing, i apologise), uncomfortable scenarios forced upon reader minorly (it's hinted at), mentions of injury (minor) and weapons/violence.

archon's decree. based off the hoyofair 'oh my my' song by lure! i’m so in love i’ve had it on repeat! also breaking news - perse remembers how to write fluff!

✉️ mail received! sender: ei

sometimes it's easily recognisable as to why the raiden ei of all people has thousands of fans - everyone is down bad for the mysterious, quiet member of the idol girl group whose deep purple hair seems to be neverending down her back, always displayed in a thick braid that her staff sometimes decorate in neon purple lightning shaped hair clips. electric, that's exactly what she is. it's easily to fall in love with someone so dangerous.

it's not so easily recognisable to realise that the boss dressed neatly in a mix of tactical gear and business meeting attire before you, brandishing a smoking gun is that same raiden ei you adore to the point of having a bedroom wall littered in her posters.

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there's a deadly silence that fills the alleyway following the gunshot. is he dead? oh god he might be dead - you shake your head, eyes trailing up the legs of your supposed saviour. they lock onto that braid, it's familiar but you can't quite place where from but then your scared gaze falls onto those purple eyes, looking at you softly.

"raiden.. ei..?" you whisper, unsure as to whether you're dreaming your idol bias standing before you, perhaps it's just the adrenaline. you try to reason with yourself but her eyes seem to widen in response to her name.

"oh," she mumbles faintly, concealing her weapon quickly as she flashes a look over her shoulder - for a moment you glimpse the electro symbol tattooed behind her left ear and your heart jumps up your throat, "you know.. me?"

"that's an understatement," you retort softly, hands beginning to shake. would now be a bad time to fangirl? you're not too sure but there's an energy you can't contain as you look back down at your previous annoyance, "is he.. dead?"

"it was a sleep dart," ei reassures as she approaches, heels clicking on the concrete as she approaches - you catch the red on the sole on her heels as she steps before she kicks at the man's body, "if i killed him, he wouldn't be seen in court for his crimes and true justice wouldn't be served to his victims."

you nod slowly, realising you're still sat on the concrete in bewilderment as you come down from the adrenaline, a shocked gasp coming out of your lips as you hurry to your feet. the sudden action throws you into a dizzy spell, losing your balance as you stumble but an arm locks around your waist, halting your fall.

"careful-" she pauses, noticing the close proximity of your faces when you look up at her. for a brief moment, her hand tightens around your waist and you feel her fingertips press against your hip- "i'd appreciate if you didn't.. mention this to anyone.."

she doesn't let go for a few seconds and you narrow it down to her making sure you're stable enough to stand on your own but with this closed space between you, you feel dizzy of the scent of her perfume - it's faint but smells almost like dango, a sweet dish the tabloids had rumoured to be her favourite. you shakily give another nod, turning your gaze away from the gloss of her lips.

"i didn't see a thing," you comment and ei makes a noise, almost like she's amused by your personality as her arm unwraps from your waist, the two of you standing straight again, "but thanks for.. that."

✉️ mail received! sender: miko

everyone and their mother knows of miko's visuals amongst the members of her group - not to mention her sweet vocals that seem to entice listeners like a siren luring men to the depths. she's cunning both on stage and off the stage, not limited to interviews but reality too. it doesn't take a genius to know that miko is aware of her beauty.

it might take a genius - or a purely unfortunate coincidence - to know that the pretty, pink haired girl you fawn for in your phone case has a job on the side - or is the idol life her job on the side?

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"no thank you." you reject the man politely but he's been persistent, hovering in the bar stool next to you for what seems like hours now. his breath reeks of whiskey and it seems he's not taking no for an answer. chapped lips part to speak again, words that will be slurred and barely coherent when there's a clear of someone's throat, it's soft and yet sweet and authoritative.

"i believe she said no." the woman chimes in, lingering over the man's shoulder as she lets out a sultry smile in your direction. you don't lack to catch how decorated purple nails drop something into the man's half full glass while he's preoccupied. he appears alarmed by her sudden appearance, his vision hazy as he looks up at her.

that's when it hits you, she's familiar. pastel pink locks that tumble down her shoulders and long eyelashes that flutter with every movement of her eyes - yae miko? you blink numerous times, maybe she'd slipped whatever the hell that was into your drink too. but what was she doing in a place like this on a wednesday night? where was her security?

the man raises that very same glass to his lips, parched from his drunken rambling that miko simply seems to nod to. her gaze keeps flickering back to you, heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you catch sight of the photocard tucked into your phone case on the bar beside you and you're hit with a wave of embarrassment. moments later, the man's head drops to the bar, resting on his arms as he drifts off. miko grins, waving down a bartender.

"i believe this man has had too much to drink, have someone escort him out," she orders, her voice steady as a bartender hurries to nod, disappearing from behind the bar. she settles on the other stool next to you, her long legs slipping out from under a violet dress decorated with a white feather boa around her neck, "are you alright?"

purple irises fall to your phone case, a smug smile tugging at her lips as you quickly pocket your phone, clearing your throat as if you could reverse time and avoid her ever seeing that by doing so. she leans forward onto the bar, resting her chin on her hand as she awaits your response.

"i- yeah-" you mumble, your breath shaking as you exhale and your brows knit together- "why are you here...?"

miko lets out an amused laugh behind her hand, rings glittering in the warm glow of the oil lamps the bar used for aesthetic lighting.

"i own this bar, dear," she muses, catching the way your whole demeanour shifts at this newfound information, "in fact, i own the whole chain across the city."

"oh." you whisper, a little awestruck that this information had slipped past you about your own idol bias. miko crosses one leg over the other as she watches security carry a limp man out, tapping her nails on the bar. that's when you notice the earpiece tucked into her left ear and the brief outline of a handgun strapped to her thigh under that incredibly flattering dress. miko notices your gaze on her thigh.

"i believe you owe me a favour for getting rid of that pest outside of work hours," she sighs drastically, a smile curling on her face as she watches your face widen in alarm, "relax, i merely ask you don't speak of what you've seen tonight."

you give a quick, obedient nod as you swallow the lump in your throat. her smile turns from coy to soft, almost gentle as her eyelashes flutter shut, a hum coming from her chest. she can't help but be enamoured by your responses to her presence.

✉️ mail received! sender: yelan

lead rapper of the infamous idol girl group sweeping the country, of course you were a huge fan of her - not to mention her ability to write her own raps, she truly was a creative genius that was a force to be reckoned with both as an idol and privately, not that she would ever allow anyone to know. yelan kept quiet, mysterious much like her group member, ei.

sadly keeping quiet doesn't last forever when the suspects you've been pursuing decides to have a side mission with an innocent bystander.

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you don't quite know where to look, flickering between the unconscious - you think - men on the floor and the ongoing fight between a short haired woman in faux leather pants and the last guy who'd been following you. you thought taking the alley shortcut would have thrown the wolves off your scent but instead, you'd been trapped and cornered.

thank god for mysterious - and inexplicably hot - women saving the day?

you watch as he falls to his knees, limp as his head hangs before his body tumbles to the side. the woman huffs, kicking his body just for extra effect before mildly emerald eyes fall to you. you've been sat on the wet concrete since the fight broke out, your back pressed against a brick wall as the rain falls effortlessly onto the scene.

that's when the short dark hair that fades into a dyed blue becomes familiar and you take in the specific way she's done her eyeliner. what the hell - no, you're seeing things. yelan scoffs softly at your lack of words, taking it as a state of shock as she wipes a bloodied combat knife on one of the men's bodies before she approaches you. she's wearing boots, a sure sight different to the heels you'd see her in on stage.

"they're not dead," she suddenly speaks, the movement making her wince when she becomes aware of a cut on her cheek. she pulls out a compact mirror from her jacket pocket, analysing the cut with a roll of her eyes, "that's gonna pay when my manager sees."

"i don't understand- you- what just happened?" you blurt out, brows knitted together as yelan holds a hand out to you, you notice how she wears fingerless gloves, strapped tight as you hesitantly take her hand to stand up, brushing loose stones from your legs.

"that's for me to know and you to keep a secret," yelan raises a brow as she watches the way you quickly nod, unsure if now is the time to fangirl over touching the hand of your idol bias, "think you can do that for me, angel?"

the pet name goes right to your heart, your heartrate quickening as you stare up at her with wide eyes. there's a sparkle in her eyes as she glances over your face, not missing the way your lips parted to respond yet no words ever came out. a small grin crosses her face before she hears a voice through her earpiece, turning her face away from you to listen to the intel.

"so?" she clears her throat to draw your attention to her - as if you'd ever give your attention to something other than her when you're this close to the woman you've heavily admired for years. you nod quickly, eyes drifting down to the unconscious men once more. yelan makes a noise as if she'd forgotten before she presses a fingertip to her earpiece, "i'm going to need backup on vasari passage, they didn't go down without a fight."

✉️ mail received! sender: eula

her fans always seem calm, it's apparent that they get it from her when the idol group is interviewed and eula's only responses come in the form of soft remarks, arms folded neatly. she rarely hides in the shadows compared to the likes of yelan and ei however the tabloids and paparazzi seem to lack any information on the short haired woman with dazzling locks and a knack for choreographing.

she's your idol bias - of course she would be and you've dreamed of this day but it's... not how you expected it to go.

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you just wanted to stargaze, you thought to yourself as you stand in fear on the roof of your apartment building, your eyes locked to the lithe body of a woman on the cement floor, her face pressed close to a sniper rifle. for a moment, you think that her hair is familiar but you shake your head, there'd been a rising hair trend in relation to the idol group ever since they debuted so you couldn't pinpoint it to eula at all.

you find yourself frozen on the spot - do you speak? it's probably not the best idea to disturb a sniper in any scenario, right? you turn on your heel before you hear the woman mutter something and when you glance in her direction, a pair of honey coloured eyes are piercing through you - albeit a lot softer than you thought a sniper would have.

"you shouldn't be here," she remarks a little coldly, raising herself to sit upright and that's when it hits you, it is eula, "the landlord restricted the roof."

"what the old lady doesn't know doesn't hurt her," you retort but there's a quiver in your voice at the mere concept that you was speaking to your idol bias, "this.. isn't how i thought i'd ever meet you.."

"ah," eula's eyes have definitely softened when you approach, her muscles tense when you settle yourself opposite her on the floor, "so you.. know me."

you nod in response, admiring the black bandana tied in her hair and the tactical gear she seemed to be sporting before your eyes fall to the sniper rifle once more. eula makes a noise, clearing her throat as she leans forward, putting the safety on the gun before she leans back again. you smile at the sentiment of the small action.

this interaction is exactly how you thought it would go, a quiet harmony of enjoying presences; except she was a presence you never thought you'd get to enjoy. in the midst of your silence, a gunshot echoes in the dark of the city's night, disturbing sleeping alley cats and most of all, eula.

the woman is quick to react, pushing you flat to the rooftop's floor as she leans over you, her arms either side of your head. for a moment, you both stare at each other in an awkward silence.

"are you okay? you wasn't hit?" you're not sure if the adrenaline is blurring out any wounds if you had any but you shake your head, letting out a shaking breath. eula exhales and suddenly you can smell the bubblegum she must have chewed before.

you feel the hard exterior of her bulletproof vest against your chest and the way her muscles flex ever so slightly when she's trying to respectfully keep herself from physically laying on you. there's a mumbling from her earpiece and you're silent, trying to pick apart words they're saying. it goes silent again.

eula doesn't move but neither do you, your faces inches away from each other as you both hold your breath. eula finds your somewhat lack of fear about the situation endearing but if she'd asked you, you would have replied with how safe you felt in her presence, knowing she's a trained sniper that you'd a hundred percent put your safety in the hands of.

a small smile cracks on eula's face as she moves off your body, clearing her throat as she peeks through the lens of her sniper, "do me a favour, you didn't see a thing here, sweetheart."

© https-furina 2023.

[wefashionablyfutile]

📣 Okay so I’ve been planning & brainstorming for my shop (launching Feb/March) , what sort of things I want to do with it & I was thinking of having a section every probably 2 months where people can subscribe or just buy as you go & and it’ll be “Fan Mail” ✉️ so I’ll probs just to begin with mainly focus on Sam , Harry & Van and it’ll be a little envelope with multiple *new* prints of whoever you’ve chosen so it’s new artwork of you’re fave fella every couple of months , I’m still gonna have prints featuring them in the main shop anyway but I just thought it’d be a cool idea , almost a bit like pen pals but pretty much just me sending art?

✨ Thoughts welcome , I will also try and make this available everywhere not just in the UK , so it might come a couple of months in but it’ll happen 🌞🪩🎸

[lemontines-writing-corner]

🍎🍏 Welcome Home | Sanrio Edition 🍎🍏 HEADCANONS

if the Welcome Home Cast had ever met Sanrio Characters

please remember this is all headcanon/my opinion!

welcome home characters belong to @/partycoffin! please support all their works on tumblr!!

Sanrio is a franchise that I do not own nor are the characters.

Wally Darling

🍎 definitely hello kitty

🍎 they’re both kind and welcoming to friends. minus Wally’s scary parts of endless staring, they are sweethearts and are willing to help out everyone.

🍎 wally is 12 apples tall and hello kitty is 5 apples tall

🍎 they both like apples so it’s no surprise wally darling and hello kitty would be great friends

Julie Joyful

🌸 keroppi would be a great match with Julie

🌸 both of them are pretty energetic and would enjoy their time playing outside until it’s night time

🌸 I think both of them would be inseparable. maybe a little too excited to see each-other, most definitely be the loudest pair you’ve ever seen

🌸 the whole neighborhood might hear them laughing and running around the neighborhood or the forest

Eddie Dear

✉️ cinnamoroll and eddie would be the calm and laid back pair

✉️ cinnamoroll isn’t a big fan with being acknowledged or surprises. eddie would understand that because he’s very understanding and kind

✉️ both of them are very hardworking and getting their work done. cinnamoroll would help eddie with the mail because cinnamoroll knows he’s a bit clumsy but the cute puppy doesn’t mind it one bit!

✉️ they would be the type to find several solutions to a problem since they are reliable

Frank Frankly

🦋 my first thought would be badtz maru but then again those two would argue non stop. not even getting along. badtz would most likely bother frank and cause trouble on purpose to make them mad

🦋 so the possible pairing with frank would be kuromi

🦋 frank would bother kuromi with so much questions, her looks, why her enemy is my melody, and most importantly why she wants to cause trouble

🦋 unlike badtz who can’t tolerate franks questions. kuromi has patience and answers his questions. she’s sassy and would ask why he’s asking so much questions

🦋 kuromi would listen to franks interest in butterflies and frank would listen to kuromi with her love of reading romance

Barnaby Beagle

🐾 Ironically it would be chococat

🐾 since barnaby is considered to be the clown and likes to crack jokes with their neighbors, he would love chococat’s company

🐾 chococat is very spunky and would love to juggle and balance on the ball with barnaby

🐾 the two would pester neighbors telling some cheesy jokes to them and both of them would laugh about it

Sally Starlight

☀️ little twin stars would be a wholesome pair with sally

☀️ lala would love to help sally with her plays and collaborating with her script or helping sally out with costume design since lala is very creative. although lala is very scared of speaking to sally about it and keeps it to herself

☀️ kiki is the opposite of lala, he is always curious and cheeky. possibly told sally about lala’s idea.

☀️ eventually everything worked out. sally and the little twin stars would have the most loveliest plays, wonderful costume design and acting!

Poppy Partridge

🥧 our lovely underrated character but is loved by everyone especially us. I think she would be with the most popular and cutest character my melody!

🥧 poppy and my melody would have a swell time baking all types of pastries or cakes

🥧 my melody would feel safe and loves poppy’s presence because it would remind her about her mother.

🥧 poppy is very motherly so they would have a mother and daughter dynamic

Howdy Pillar

🐛 he would probably enjoy pekkle’s presence

🐛 since the tall caterpillar loves to see his customers give him a funny joke, observations or even items that’ll peak his interest. pekkle would definitely impress him with his amazing singing and dancing in exchange for a green smoothie of course

🐛 howdy would take him in as a little assistant. pekkle might’ve taught howdy how to tap dance. which would result howdy to tripping but pekkle doesn’t give up on him

I hope you enjoyed my head canons for welcome home x sanrio! you can gladly and respectfully disagree with my headcanons.

I would love to hear your opinions about them!

for the wally darling fan-fictions im currently writing, I’ve been currently writing each of them for chapter one so please be patient !

This was more of a stress reliever for me and I had fun doing this :)

[diagonhylie]

🦉OWL MAIL:

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I’m developing a fan-based website and would love any ideas or suggestions you guys may have by commenting down below!

More details on the website coming soon! 🖥️🦉🍺

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[ask-kroto-idv]

How have the days been treating you ?

I've been working with a new theatre group! A few weeks ago Mr. Inference came to pay me a visit and we talked about the incidents at the Golden Rose theatre

He said something abot how "time eventually heals all wounds" and I guess he's right! I'm doing better that i've would have ever done if I had stayed at Golden Rose!

[playstation-dreamcast]

do you think you could gaslight your brothers into thinking cheryl mason or james sunderland is a resident evil character

I absolutely could. I bet I could convince them James Sunderland is actually Leon

Hold on, social experiment incoming

[st4rbwrry]

mocha i saw someone that thinks that toji is ugly im so butthurt and hurt rn

they can choke and rot in hell.

[spellbound-circle]

Favorite movie?

<< Mun likes robots. Mun likes Hugh Jackman. >>

<< Mun definitely didn’t JUST realize Hugh Jackman was in this movie because it’s face-blind absolutely not! No way! >>

[burning-sol]

I understand I understand with my whole soul I rotate Exandroth in my brain like a microwave I put Him in a blender

THANK YOU IM GONNA SOB

[snailplush]

what game r u playing it looks so cute!!

hii anon! i’m playing project sekai! ( colorfulstage on the app store ) i just started on saturday morning! if u like rhythm games n vocaloid i’d recommend it! <3

[klundyproductions]

FAN✉️MAIL ? Answered @officialtlc, TLC 🎞 & Music Production’s #FAN✉️MAIL P.S. Heard you’ll Gender¥ Gain’s WON and we @recordingacademy 🫡 (at United Men's Fashion) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfJYDiGutuD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=