#fify

[luci-mxrningstar]

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⟭ 𝑹 𝑬 𝑸 𝑼 𝑬 𝑺 𝑻 𝑴 𝑨 𝑫 𝑬 𝑩 𝒀 @kitty-buster-moon-simp ⟬

[phayz]

ponder this

as you wish

[atomic-raunch]

Drink up with Judy and friends. The girl on the right I’ve only ever been able to find under the name “Fifi” and no idea who the girl in the middle is. There are some great pictures of them at this bar though

[puddlebrigade]

"HOT CLEAN VIKING GUYS ARE WAITING TO MEET CHASTE ENGLISH LADIES IN YOUR AREA"

[fifithebee]

My collection of squishy style wild lifers with hints to their superpowers from session 7!

(Holy crap, this took longer than I expected)

[exaltedfuzz]

Lanamias for today...

Bonus: Magma doodles with friends

Extra bonus... The winnerrr

[7clubs]

AAI girlies I never quite finished.... still like them though <3

[kukuu031]

needed the world to know about patridee/laguardee so i made some art !!!! 💜💙what does tumblr think...i wonder

[rogdona]

[brianshares]

All the more reason to see the new series during my next house-sitting job.

the fact that Castlevania purists are crying and shitting their pants because Annette was turned from a dansel in distress to a badass WOC will forever be the biggest clowns in the entire world. We all know that they dont care about Annette from the game because Annette wasnt even a character; she was literally a plot device. She was the prise, the reward for bodying dracula after 50 hours of gameplay.

Annette in Nocture is a badass woman of color who's primary backstory evolves her escaping vampire slavery in the carribian during the 18th century french revolution. She fights alongside Richter and she's falls in love with him because of it.

Besides, we all know that the only reason castlevania purists bring up Annette not being the same is because they don't like her being black in the first place.

She's black. she's beautiful. She's kicking vampire butt and she's getting Belmont ass in the process.

go cry a river about it. 💛

[ablumesource]

MASSIVE E&C, a newly establish subsidiary of IOK Company have signed former FIFTY FIFTY members Saena, Aran, and Sio. The members are expected to start their new beginnings in the second half of the year as a new girl group

[missetbilu]

KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

-

It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

[fifithebee]

My squishy version of @cherrifire ‘s DTIY!

[princessantisocial]

🎀⭐ *.+゜(つ๑>ω<๑c)♡*.+゜⭐🎀

[jat-a-fan-of-stuff]

Guys Night Drag

(This took me so long pls look at it)

[lovelynezu]

fifi with big apple