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[yoongle--boongle--pie]

Surprise!

I'll be going through my asks later tonight so feel free to inbox me anything you feel like, lol. I will also be posting something special later that is related to the story right before I come chat since I love to spoil y'all ;).

So excited!!!! Things are HAPPENING Y'ALL.

[curiphynn]

Thank you Anon!! I'm more inclined to make them softer in this AU. They deserves one happy universe where Anakin just bring Obi to Arcade to show off his gamer skills 🎮❤️

[civetcider]

i hate drawing cars why so i keep making myself draw cars!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways more of them (she/her for both)

[clambuoyance]

“My Phantom Muse” is now available to play!

You can play through the first episode of this interactive game at https://www.glow.art/myphantommuse or download the app and play!

It’s a mystery GL game about a hopeless romantic named Ophelia, who dies on the night she finally plans to confess her feelings to her crush, Rachel! As a ghost, she knows only her love for Rachel and is determined to find a way to catch her attention…Meanwhile, the news of her friend’s death drives the introverted Rachel to drop everything and embark on an investigation to find out what really happened to Ophelia! As she grapples with her own feelings, she begins to believe that she’s most definitely being haunted….

Will the hearts of these two girls finally collide, or are they doomed to forever be worlds apart? Click the link above to play and find out ^_^

I hope you guys enjoy!! Feel free to ask more about it in my inbox!

[gunstellations]

cute little requests!!

[murdrdocs]

been having a thought lately … concerning brooklyn baby and jack …

you stumble upon it in the middle of the night.

you're laying on your side, jack's arm limply thrown over your waist, his breaths as steady as your thumb as it scrolls through the comment section of yet another video. you should be like him at this time of night, knocked out and having been so for at least a couple of hours. you should be curled into his side, greedily sharing as much warmth from his body as you could.

but every video is more entertaining than the last, each comment leads you down yet another trail. you said you would stop when jack clicked his lamp off and pulled you into him. but he's since rolled onto his back, a sign that he's out for the night, and you're still in the position you started in.

you reason with yourself; one final video and you'll plug your phone up and go to sleep. it just happens to be some sick form of fate that makes the next video on your page be one of you and jack. it's a clip of the two of you walking through the street a few days ago, jack leading the way with your hand in his. the two of you are walking in slo-mo, making it more dramatic when jack appears into the frame first, and then you second. video-jack turns his head to look at you, grinning in a way that is almost coquette-ish when you smile back. the video then cuts to you and jack stood outside of a restaurant, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and his body slumped against yours. the two of you look picturesque in that moment. you understand why someone would have filmed the casual intimacy.

to top it all off, the creator set the candid moment to lyrics that allude to jack being cool, but not nearly as cool as you.

instinctively, you double tap the video and then click on the comments. the top one makes you laugh.

i know she bosses him around.

and the comment right beneath it, added by the creator of the video, says: and he likes it, too.

and the thing is, they're right.

eventually, you own up to your word, clicking your phone off after taking a screenshot of the comments. you roll into jack's side, making a mental note to show him what you've found in the morning.

[ardenzia777]

finished another request, this time was for a sketch of my Hades

[ttggg]

[cheekinpermission]

With school wrapping up for the year and summer fast approaching, I decided it was time to recognize our boys for their accomplishments this year.

I have compiled a list of eleven student accolades. Some of them are normal, and some of them... not so much. You will have the opportunity to vote for each category. I'll leave the poll open until Monday, June 9th. I would prefer only one submission per person, but to enable that setting on Google Forms, it requires you to sign into a Google account and I don't want that. I'll just operate off the honor system. At the end of the voting window, I will draw each of the winners.

You can vote here!

The accolades that I have selected are:

Best smile

Best hair

Best dressed

Best laugh

Prettiest eyes

Most desirable

Prettiest princess

Girl boss

Male wife

That guy

Baby girl

Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ezlo-x]

@inthestripclubstraightupjorkinit

Yknow when I think abt it a little more deeper, I don't think I went into further detail abt it!! This is for sure one of the aspects that are in "spoiler" territory cause it is something that happens far later on in the story, but it is one of the main premises of my au.

Ganondorf obtains the Master Sword; better yet, Sheik champions Ganondorf through the triforce of Wisdom to wield the Master Sword. It wasn't a fate that Sheik wanted, as both of them are now responsible to fight The Calamity. Ganondorf sees Sheik stressed over this but reassures her that he will wield the sword and help her fight the Calamity. At this stage of the Master Sword, it is dormant, the Master Sword has not been used in more than 10k years. While Ganondorf may wield this ancient sword, he must also prove his courage.

This part of the story is one of the segments I'm planning to rewrite to make it fall into place and be more cohesive than it is. So there's a chance that once I reach to this point in my story there could be somethings changed :] The way how Ganondorf obtains the Master Sword doesn't change however (or I will try to not change it)

[melanchoise]

orv doodles

[wizardsfang]

Reblog this post & I will visit your blog to ask about one of your kins or types so you can info dump & ramble to me

And if you want specific questions or want to ramble about specific kins, leave sfuff in the tags & I’ll adjust my questions accordingly!

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Edit: ok so a lot of reblogs, I will try to keep up & visit inboxes as I can, but I cannot lie, I have definitely lost track of who I’ve asked & who I haven’t 😔 if you want asks, feel free to pop into my inbox as well! You can ask me something, and I’ll ask things in return at your request

[yaekiss]

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆?

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Reader x Male! Sub! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms for reader, no mention of reader's anatomy, prostate milking (Sydney receiving), fingering and use of sex toy (Sydney receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: def tried making this smut fic a lot more lovely-dovey than my usual ones as per the donator's req! hopefully it doesn't come across as too cringy/cheesy >< !! and thank you to the donator for being so niceys and understanding <33 once again, "800-1500 words" qi says. harharhar (2.5k words orz...) ANYWAYS hope you like the fic and thank you so much for donating !!!!!!! ꩜ This was written as part of my Care for a Fic fundraising event for Gaza! If you would to request a fic of your own, do check out the linked event post above ^^

Sydney supposes that there are stranger things than working in a sex toy shop (that's owned by your parent) with your partner. However, these things aren't really coming to mind when there's a patron who's definitely oversharing about their Friday night plans while he's trying to check out their items at the cash register. 

“I've read rave reviews about this model online from people who've bought it before. I can't wait to try it out and y'know, see how many it can wring outta me,” they continue to ramble on cheerily as Sydney tries to key in another product code manually for the umpteenth time today. (Curse you broken barcode scanner.)

“Maybe I'd even beat my personal best of-” The grating sound of the receipt printer working cuts the patron off. 

“Oh oops, my bad, feel free to forget everything I said!” The patron quips with a hearty laugh. “I really do overshare too much sometimes. Thanks for not cutting me off, huh. And for ringing me up.”

Whistling as they leave, the patron finally heads out of the shop, leaving a poor Sydney to stew in silence alone with everything he's heard for the past few minutes.

Unfortunately for him, Sydney does more than stew in silence for the rest of his shift. He finds himself staring off into space while daydreaming about certain activities more often than not, causing the diligent blond you know to make some rather uncharacteristic fumbles. Namely, bumping into your back whenever he follows behind you into the inventory room to restock merchandise. Or accidentally mistyping product codes repeatedly at the cash register.

Concerned about your lover's distracted state today, you pull him into the privacy of the inventory room when the both of you go for a quick break.

“You alright out there? You seem pretty out of it today Syd,” you start off, voice tinged with worry.

“Huh?” Sydney tilts his head before his brain catches up and he processes your question. 

“If you're tired, I could cover for you today while you rest up,” you offer.

You really are too sweet, he thinks. Worried that he might be tired when, in actual fact, he's been too busy thinking about you wringing out orgasm after orgasm from him until he's milked within an inch of his life. 

Heat rushes to his face when he realises that he should probably confess the truth to you in order to reassure you that nothing's wrong. Sucking in a deep breath, he starts rattling off the whole story a mile a minute, eyes trained anywhere except on you.

“...So that's why I've been so distracted and it's because all I can think about is you. Or your hands on me. Or your fingers in me! Whichever works! Ah I've said too much!” 

The silence that drags on after his near incoherent rambling is unbearable. When he finally hazards a glance back up at you to gauge your reaction, he certainly didn't expect you to look this interested.

“Let's ask if Sirris will let me stay over in your room tonight.” 

The remainder of the shift passes by in a blur with the prospect of what's about to happen later on. When the both of you clamber into the back seat of Sirris' car after closing up shop, you politely broach the topic of a sleepover with Sydney. And when they agree, you feel Sydney reach over and give your hand a light squeeze, a shy grin on his face.

“Why don't you shower first and get ready while I prepare?” Shooting him a reassuring look, he kisses you on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom. 

After getting everything ready and establishing a safeword, you instruct your lover to lie on the bed.

“Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable, yeah?” Reaching over to his bedside table, he hears you open a container of lube. Sydney waits with bated breath as you spread the thick substance around on your fingers, simultaneously warming it up. Once you've made sure that the lube isn't too cold, you also apply a generous amount to his entrance.

“Relax for me Syd.” He nods, inhaling before exhaling slowly. Your other clean hand goes to hold his as you massage the surrounding area for a bit. Eyes trained on his expression to monitor for any discomfort, you gingerly breach past his rim with a singular finger. Carefully, you slip more of your finger in, occasionally wiggling it and prodding around to loosen him up more. Each little movement causes Sydney to suck in a short breath, his gaze peering down at where you’ve entered him. Before long, you’re knuckle deep in him.

“Feels kind of strange,” he murmurs to you after you paused to let him adjust to the sensation, “but you can keep going.”

Your second finger enters without too much trouble and once more, you take it slow. After it's fully in, you start with some scissoring motions with both your fingers. This time, you get a bigger reaction out of him. You’re rewarded with the cutest breathy gasps and pants, and when you look back up at him, Sydney’s pupils are dilated whilst he sports a lovely light blush on the apples of his cheek. It’s a good look on him, one you’re keen to see unravel even more as the night progresses.

Belatedly, a thought occurs to him as it rises through the growing pleasing buzz in his brain, He dazedly realises that you’re probing around for something, the pads of your fingers dragging and tracing along his walls. It’s at that second, it hits him, in every sense of the phrase. Something akin to electricity shoots straight through him when your fingers find his prostate. Sydney gasps and jolts beneath you, eyes flying open at the foreign feeling, and that's when he notes how your eyes light up with a devious glint.

Wasting no time, you get to work, honing in on that spot. Immediately, you have your lover’s back arching off the bed as you rub and bully his prostate. Pitchy keening and moaning fills the room as you watch him begin to fall apart on your fingers. 

“Feeling good?”

“U-Uh huh…!” He nods dumbly, words suddenly starting to become too hard to string together.

The filthy squelching noises have him flushing all the way to the tips of his ears. When he squeezes down on your fingers, it's like everything feels too full, too good, too sinful. In the far back end of Sydney's brain, where he hasn't yet lost himself to the throes of pleasure, he realises that he's been grinding down on your fingers, chasing his own high mindlessly. For him to already be reduced to such a state this early on, he wonders how fast it'd take for you to completely ruin him tonight.

He feels the heat building up in him at the thought of placing himself wholly in your hands. Yours to wreck, yours to love. Only you could see this side of him. Sydney's pulse thunders in his ears, with every strategic movement of your fingers threatening to make him spill over at any moment now.

You know your lover well enough to spot the telltale signs that he's going to cum soon. The jagged, raspy groans, eyes rolling back before shutting tight, soft pants of please, please, please. Picking up the pace, you alternate between hitting his prostate dead on and rubbing circles into it. And when Sydney's whole body goes taut, his cock bobbing as white splatters onto his belly, a long, drawn-out moan ripped from his throat, you know you're done with your first round.

You’re gracious enough to let him recover for a bit, pulling your fingers out briefly to reapply another glob of lube onto them. During this downtime, Sydney manages to sluggishly peel open his eyes to peer up at you. Sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead, but it doesn’t stop you from shifting over and leaning down to press a chaste kiss onto his flushed skin.

“You still with me?” Your clean hand goes to pet the crown of his head. He swears that if he could purr right now, he would.

“Yeah,” he says between languid lazy blinks, “I’m good. Thank you.”

With this confirmation, your two fingers return inside, drawing a breathy gasp from him at the sensation of being filled again. Additionally, you gradually try to fit one more finger in him to stretch him out even more, bringing the number up to three. Once you’ve made sure that he’s adjusted to the extra digit, you instantly resume the brutal pace you had earlier. Still sensitive from before, your dear blond blubbers and pleads for mercy, his head thrown back as he’s plunged back into pure ecstasy again without warning. 

“C'mon, you can give me another one Syd,” you coo out sweetly. The smile on your face is gentle. However, your ministrations are anything but. 

“Ungh! Ah, ah-!” You give him no respite from the growing pressure in him, working him just the way he likes. Always so attentive, eyes constantly watching all of him, learning what things makes him lose his mind. His thighs tense and he clenches tight around your fingers, losing himself to the euphoria clouding his mind.

He's shaking as another orgasm racks through him, eyes rolling into the back of his skull at the onslaught of pleasure. You're ruthless, he thinks, and that's exactly what he wanted.

Heavy panting fills the room as your dear Sydney tries to catch his breath but you don't give him a chance to. You pull your fingers out of him, eliciting a pitchy whine at the sudden loss, before it's quickly replaced by something else prodding at his rim.

Blearily, he looks down and sees that it's the toy that the patron had bought earlier, the exact brand and model they were rambling about. Turns out you swiped it from the inventory room while the both of you were closing up the shop. (“I'll just say we were testing out the shop's products. See if it was good enough to be stocked on the shelves,” you explain to Sydney the next morning.)

Slowly, you ease the toy into his hole after you applied a good amount of lube to it. It's just slightly thicker than the three fingers you had in him earlier, but the stretch doesn't hurt judging by how he's already subconsciously trying to fuck himself on it.

My, such an impatient lover you have here on your hands. But you suppose that this simply makes it easier to give him just what he wants. 

You continue pushing the toy in and angle it directly at the spot that he's trying to hit. His fingers grasp at the sheets underneath him as it ventures deeper within him. Sydney feels it all, the slow drag of the ribbed shaft against his walls, your thumb rubbing circles where you hold him at his waist.

When the tip of it bumps up against his prostate and starts vibrating? Sydney swears he sees heaven.

The effect that the toy has on him is immediate. As soon as you switched on the vibration function, all the breath was punched out of his chest. And the best thing was: It wasn't even on the highest setting yet.

“Ack! Too muh- hnn -much! No more!” Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he begs pitifully.

“You know the word to say to get me to stop Syd,” you say cupping his cheek gingerly. All he does is lean into your touch, nuzzling into your hand as if all he wants to do is to melt into you.  He cracks his eyes open, gazing at you with nothing but trust and adoration.

“Want me to keep going?” Your voice is impossibly tender and Sydney's heart pounds at the intimacy and affection of it all.

“Keep goin’, hah! Please!” He hears you laugh at his pleas and he doesn’t think he’s heard anything else more beautiful.

With his heightened sensitivity from all the previous rounds, it's not long before he's squirming, his mind melting into goo as the familiar heat within him is growing yet again. Instinctively, one of his hands shoots out and goes to find your unoccupied one, lacing your fingers together.

“Kiss me, p-please, please, ah! Needddd you!” Sydney's unintelligible babbling mixed with the whirring noises of the toy in him. Unshed tears glitter on his lower lashline, beautiful strawberry blond hair splayed out around him like some sort of divine angelic halo. How could you not want him, not need him?

Diving in for a kiss, he meets you halfway, his arms going to wrap around you tight as your lips crash together. He can’t believe he’s so lucky to be able to be yours. After holding back for so long, you’ve managed to coax out this side of him, introducing him to things he’s never even dared to want for. Perhaps, you truly were some sort of angel. One that, by chance, crash-landed into his life. One that’s loving enough to promise themselves to him, one that he can’t help but promise himself to.

“Hng! Love you! Looove y-you!” He all but slurs as he quickly approaches his peak. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, a string of unrestrained moans and muffled “Thank you! Love you!”s escape from your lover, punctuated by sharp hitches of airy gasps. It doesn’t take too long before his body is drawn taut as a bowstring, tongue lolling out from his mouth as he tips over the edge. As he rides out his high, Sydney grasps onto you like a lifeline, like he needs you to breathe. 

Turning the toy off, you let Sydney lay back down onto the bed before removing it from him and setting it aside. You give him a once over before smothering his face in kisses.

“You did really well, Syd,” a quick kiss pressed to his lips, “You with me? How’re you feeling?”

The hazy fog in his brain clears a bit and allows him to answer, “Mmm… Tired.” Lazily, he sits up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. You nudge a bottle of water into his hands, one which he very gratefully takes.

He downs half of the water, then bumps against your shoulder lightly, “You drink some too. Are you also feeling alright?” Sydney’s hand laces with yours.

“I’ll be better after a shower,” chuckling, you point at the terribly messy state of him, “and I think you could use one too.” Pulling him off the bed, you lead him to the bathroom for the both of you to wash up. (You definitely did not laugh when you saw how wobbly Sydney was on his legs after all that.)

Once dried off and the both of you are tucked into his bed, cuddling without leaving any space between you two, you see Sydney’s eyes threatening to close.

“Go to sleep, Syd, g’night.”

“Good night beloved,” a yawn, “Do you think we could beat our personal best we set today?”

“What?” Sydney’s question snaps you out of your drowsiness and you open your mouth to ask him how many rounds exactly he wants to try going for next time but it’s too late. He’s already snoring lightly against your shoulder.

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If you'd like to request a fic of your own, do consider checking out my event post!

[itsrensfairygardenn]

i like this photoshoot so much that i want to write more of vacationing with artashi stuff… is anybody interested?

[delayeddrabbles]

possibly unpopular opinion i love my boy Drew i love my boy Rafe but im worried that he just feels like a replacement JJ in season 4 and 5. he's better than that and he deserved a proper arc. JJ deserved to not just be replaced.

rafe was a good antagonist and that was the interesting dynamic he brought to the show. seeing him chilling with the gang in BTS now fills me with frustration. even his costuming feels toned down to be safe and cute now rather than a villain. he's just one of the boys and that doesn't feel earned in the writing. sure we had a whole season of him not fighting with them but that was mostly cause they barely interacted, not because they actively built bridges. it feels like lazy writing.

i hope they at least have some teething problems and it's not just a time jump and they're all cool with him now. it sweeps everything he's done under the rug and i don't think JJ would've been fine with this. it feels like a damon salvatore rather than a prince zuko. it feels like drew is popular so they kept him around but they don't really know what to do with him anymore.

it feels so formulaic and disrespectful to Rudy if they just go here...have a new chaotic traumatised wildcard boy to fill the quota in the Pogues. it's feels like a messy lazy rushed redemption arc to try and keep viewers and skip ahead to what they wanted the hypothetical season 6 to be rather than putting the work in.

i know it's just a teen show and i should chill.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Quick interest check for a project I'm currently considering!

I've been given an assignment in one of my studio classes regarding ephemeral (nonpermanent) art and have had an idea that requires a bit of community involvement.

To keep it basic, my idea involves opening a public Minecraft server for a short period of time (somewhere between 3-5 hours is my current estimate) and recording through the whole duration to document what people use that time to do. Essentially, seeing what kind of things people choose to do or create in a survival sandbox like Minecraft when they know in advance that their time in the world is extremely limited.

I would set up a discord server in advance for those interested to get more information and to connect with other players before the opening, meaning that if you wanted to you could plan in advance as a group.

The server would likely be advertised here, to a few people/groups I know IRL, and in a local campus discord server or two. I would leave it open for anyone involved to invite others. So, you would be playing with strangers.

The server will be vanilla. I'm debating between using in game proximity chat or just letting people use voice chat in the discord at the moment. Obviously using VC wouldn't be required, but I want it to be available.

I would be spectating and recording the event. A ~10 minute compilation of the events of the server would be made for me to turn in for the assignment and would be shown to the class. There is a possibility that compilation or a longer one may end up online afterwards. Anyone else who participates would be free to record, and obviously if anyone wanted to send me their footage to possibly be included in the final edit that would be great

You could do whatever you wanted with the time given. Organize a speedrunning group. Race to kill the dragon. Raid an Ancient City. Work on a build you haven't had an opportunity to use in other servers. Create some weird art. Organize a civilization. Hide in a cave the whole time. Roleplay. Create a fight club. Kill unsuspecting players. Just play casual Minecraft with some friends. Literally whatever.

This would likely be happening somewhere near the 2nd half of this month so that I had time to edit down the footage for class before the end of the semester