#i need to write more i need to draw more i need to make more art and fics for the ships and characters i like i need to i need i

[navybrat817]

Cooking Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you to cook a meal with him.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, mention of HYDRA, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Short and sweet for @stellar-solar-flare’s Starry Winter Sky Event! I went with cooking together and Neighbor AU as a small expansion of this nonsense. February has had some lingering January energy, and I hope you enjoy what I was able to write! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If you asked Bucky if he thought he was a good cook, he’d say he was decent. He retained some of what his mom taught him many years ago and he carefully followed recipes once he was completely free of HYDRA. It was admittedly a bit of a rough go at first. Being able to choose what he could eat was a foreign concept after he didn't have the choice for so long. It got better each day. Every single meal he got to reclaim a piece of himself by making the choice of what he did and didn’t want.

Until today, he always cooked alone.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” you smiled, graciously accepting the apron he handed you.

Bucky had moved into the building a few months ago and you lived across the hall. As far as neighbors went, you were the best. Since day one, you always greeted him with a smile and a kind word. You never played your music too loud or disturbed anyone. Alpine adored you, which told him everything he needed to know since she was the best judge of character. And you never once objected to looking out for her when he had to leave for a mission.

Out of paranoia, he left harmless little “traps” to see if you'd snoop through anything the very first time you went over. Nothing that would hurt you or draw your attention, of course, but something that would let him know if anyone tampered with anything. You didn't. You were a genuinely good and respectful person, and that made him trust you more.

“Thanks for accepting the invitation. And allow me,” he offered, stepping behind you to help you tie it. His fingers lingered on the fabric and he took the moment to inhale your sweet scent before he stepped away. He didn't want to be a creep. “And it’s the least I could do since you offered to watch Alpine. Again.”

“I love watching her. She’s wonderful.”

The photos you sent were something he always looked forward to when he was away. Some of the captions you added made him laugh and smile. His favorite was a selfie you took with Alpine’s cheek against yours. He saved it as “my girls”, which you weren’t aware of.

Because you technically weren’t his girl.

“Well, she adores you,” Bucky smiled. He adored you, too. It stunned him when he found out you were single, and he was selfishly thankful for that. 

“I’ll have to get her another toy,” you said, your lips curling in a small smile. “If that’s okay with you.”

He laughed, a warm and easy sound. “Between the two of us, she’s spoiled rotten and she wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He never expected to be a cat dad, but life surprised him. In fact, it also surprised him that Alpine wasn’t camping out nearby or brushing against one of your legs. She was a smart cat and likely somehow sensed that he wanted alone time with you.

“Well, she deserves it,” you winked before things went quiet.

One of the nice things about hanging out with you was that he didn't mind any bouts of silence. They didn’t feel awkward or tense. In those quiet moments and stolen glances he felt like he had the best conversations with you. He was happy and felt safe being in the same space as you.

“You know,” Bucky began as he set the ingredients on the counter. He lucked out by having a decent sized kitchen since he took up a lot of space. “If I was a better neighbor, I would've just cooked a meal for you while you relaxed.”

It felt romantic for the two of you to cook together, but you weren't together and now he felt like an idiot. A gentleman would've made you a meal and pampered you. Or take you out for a nice meal. He hadn’t dressed up, opting for his jeans and a trademark Henley while you wore a sundress that had his mind racing with both sweet and filthy images. He didn't have flowers for you either.

His “game”, as Sam would say, was rusty.

“You're a great neighbor, Bucky. The best neighbor I’ve had,” you defended. He tried to be a good neighbor and person. A minor way to make up for some of his forced wrongdoings. “And cooking something together is fun! We could even try something at my place next week if you'd like.”

Bucky almost knocked the salt over, his eyes wide. “Really?” You were inviting him over to do this again?

“Yeah, really,” you replied, taking a moment to scan the simple recipe in the cookbook. You always had the cutest expression when you concentrated on something, and he didn’t want to choose something too difficult for the first meal. “We can take turns picking things out to try and trade off cooking at your place and mine. You can even bring Alpine over if you want.”

He suddenly had the image of you in his arms, dancing around the kitchen as you both waited for a meal in the oven to cook. Soft music, low lighting, his hands on your hips, and a tender smile on your face. Stealing a gentle kiss and keeping his eyes open only for a moment so he could see for himself that it wasn't a dream.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling his hair back in a ponytail and washing his hands to distract himself from his thoughts. “I’d really like that.”

“Great,” you exhaled. His heart beat faster when he caught you staring. He liked to pretend the look in your eyes was longing. “Sorry. You just…” you cleared your throat and gestured to his head. “You have really nice hair.”

The compliment had his heart racing even faster. “I have nice hair?” he asked. Your fingers would feel amazing in his hair.

You ducked your head for a moment before you met his gaze with a soft smile. “Yeah, you do.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, his shoulder brushing yours when he stood beside you. Electricity lightly cracked between you. Did you feel it, too? “Um, I peeled the carrots before you got here. Would you like to cut them?”

“Oh, I think you’re better with a knife than I am,” you giggled.

He puffed his chest out and twirled the knife he selected in his hand without thinking about it. Part of him was showing off because, well, he wanted you to stare again. “How about I help you?”

“Help me? How?” you asked.

“Here.” He placed the knife in your hand and stood behind you once he had the carrots on the cutting board. “I’m going to preface this by saying I’m far from an expert, but I usually cut them into decent sized pieces before I dice them.”

“I trust your judgement,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. Your faces were close enough that he could kiss you if he leaned in a fraction. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t take what you didn’t offer.

Carefully placing his hands over yours once you faced forward, he felt that electricity crackle again as he helped guide you. He angled his hips so he didn’t press against you, but still stayed close. “See? You’re a natural,” he whispered against your ear when you made the first cut through the vegetable.

He heard the hitch in your breath and how your blood rushed faster in your veins. He felt your skin warm under his touch as you cut the next piece. He also caught the slight tremble that went through your frame when his grip tightened, but he didn’t sense any fear. He hadn't detected any sort of fear or disgust since he came into your life.

But what he sensed in this very moment was excitement.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you whispered back. The way you spoke his name was breathy, beautiful, and he longed to hear that again. “You’re a great teacher.”

“I’m not,” he said, thankful your back was to him so you wouldn’t see the pink that tinted his cheeks. “But I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, you are,” you stated, tempting him to turn your head toward him to kiss you. If he did that and you stabbed him, he wouldn’t blame you or hold it against you. “And Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I really am glad you invited me over,” you said.

He stopped himself from putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I am, too,” he said, smiling to himself as he helped you finish up. “And now that you’ve mastered the carrots, we can chop the onions.”

“Onions? Oh, no,” you groaned playfully.

As the sound of both of you laughing a second later filled the room, Bucky was glad he went with his gut and asked for you two to cook together.

And maybe before the night was over, he’d ask you out on a date and prove to himself that his game wasn't completely hopeless.

I wonder just how he'll ask you out! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[k1tty5]

sketches (and one not sketch but i didn’t want to post it by itself,)

[meanbossart]

So I've noticed you've been getting a lot of asks along the lines of "how do I make good porn like you?" and I just thought to add in my two cents, and if you agree with what I'm saying perhaps you could publish this and it might help others, if not feel free to just ignore xD

So first of all the fact that you're also a horror/gore artist adds to your skill, there's a lot of overlap between erotisim and horror in artwork because it involves being extremly familiar with anatomy and how the body moves, and in art, like a lot of things, you needs to know how something works before you know how to break it.

People also really don't appreciate how difficult horror is as a genre, it's not enough to draw someone covered in blood holding a knife, it's mood and lighting and expression, and these are also transferable skills to erotica as so much of what sells an image as erotic is everything happening around the people involved. Colour choices, the lines around the eyes, how you depict the shine of their sweat and saliva, all these little things are part of the greater whole.

Finally, I think when it comes to improving your craft when it comes to depicting erotica is that you have to make peace with the fact that the physical act of sex is wierd and gross when you look at it objectivly. You're in wierd, undignified positions, there's a lot of mucus involved, you're sweaty and red-faced, and if you're looking at it without your brain swimming in sexy hormones it's just kinda rediculous. I think once you get over that hump of "no, I have to try and make this as pretty and aesetic as possible" and reach "okay, sex is wierd and ugly IRL" you're able to start creating things that feel more real and seemingly paradoxically become able to create things that people find arousing, because it reads as 'true' to them.

Your art is beautiful and erotic because I can believe that these guys are sticky, covered in sweat and working hard to bring each other pleasure.

Like, IDK that's how I ended up being a fairly decent erotica author, you let go of the dreamy hollywood version of sex and embrace something a bit dirtier and closer to life. If you draw enough silly 'O' faces you'll eventually find one you like!

Anyway, I hope someone finds this helpful. Also the picture of Astarion with Cazador's skull is my new favourite, the way he's pushing his thumb into the eye as the head burns in the sunlight and the blood drips down is just... so powerful, I wanna print it out and stick it in my BG3 scrap folder xD

A really useful breakdown of what makes compelling erotica and/or effective pornography!

Not a disagreement perse, but I just want to clarify to anyone reading this that being familiar with horror and gory art isn't a necessary step in this process - it just so happens to have a lot of skill-overlap, like eyesofthrone said, making the transition from one to the other easier.

Thank you for doing this write-up, and I'm extremely flattered if you or anyone reading this finds my saucy art especially compelling for any of these reasons!

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

I have poppy playtime brain rot and wrote this to clear my thoughts. This is also my first time writing anything for poppy playtime. If you have any constructive criticism, please let me know!

Fluffy Doey head canons because he deserved better!

★ Sometimes, when he's lonely or just needs to relax, he draws on the walls. His drawings often attract the smaller toys to join in. He likes picking them up so that the higher places are in reach. He can even be a staircase if a lot of people want to join! the more the merrier!

★ He would put everyone above himself, even Poppy. Despite everything that has happened, she is still his family. All the toys in safe haven are. Each and every one of them. They mean the world to him.

★ Kissy and him have sleepovers! they share a tent together and he makes up happy stories to pass the time. It's good for them both because Kissy sleeps better when someone she trusts is close to her. And Doey loves sleepovers because it reminds him of his old life. It makes him feel normal.

★ He can sew. It helps him cope, whether it's patching up old rips and tears or creating new pillows and stuffed animals. If they were to ask, he would teach the other toys basic sewing skills.

★ He willingly takes on extra tasks and responsibilities to lighten the load for the other toys. Whether it's cleaning, organizing, or running errands, he is always the first to volunteer. He doesn't know it, but it's earned him a lot of goodwill.

★ As mentioned above, Doey has a talent for storytelling. He often gathers the toys around for bedtime stories. It brings a sense of comfort and routine to the Safe Haven and allows everyone to feel involved.

★ When Kissy isn't feeling her best Doey guides Kissy through mindful breathing exercises, helping her feel more grounded. Doey's calm demeanor and reassuring voice helps Kissy feel more centered. They are certified besties!

[irissfoot]

arthur morgan x fem reader

him drawing you nude… fluffy and smutty please

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Soft Lines

╰┈➤ After a few weeks away from each other, Arthur takes his beloved wife to the saloon for a night of drawing and soft love making. ♥

Word count: 890

Warnings: unprotected p in v, kissing, nudity (obvi lol), author has zero sexual experience, not proofread

A/N: This is my first ever fic ive written so please be kind lol, also sorry for the delay ive been rlly busy and everytime I sat down to write it i got scared lol.

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Soft giggles met the gentle crackle of the fire, the warm glow casting a soft shadow over her curves as she posed on the rich red chaise couch.

Dutch had sent him and Lenny on yet another wild goose chase, a habit growing annoyingly common. Because of these pointless missions, he hadn't had time to catch up with the love of his life. To correct this, Arthur took her out to dinner at the saloon in Saint Denis - promptly followed by booking a room for the night. 

And that's how you ended up laying on your side on the couch, as bare as the day you were born. You were reluctant at first, I mean, who wouldn't be? Laying naked as your husband who looks like he was sculpted by the gods, sitting there, drawing you. But with a few kisses and a promise that it wouldn't take too long, you obliged. 

“Are you almost done? I feel silly”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you look gorgeous.” He mumbled as he continued scribbling away, a small smile crept its way onto your face.

“Do you really mean that?” you already knew what his answer would be, but you were growing tired and figured teasing him would help aid that.

He looked up, surprised almost. As if he didn’t say it enough. “Well ‘course I do!” Suddenly an idea popped into your head as he put his head back down.

“Well then show me.” You got up and started walking across the room towards him. Hips intentionally popping out, accentuating your curves.

A smirk made its way onto Arthur's face as he put his pencil and journal down, reaching out to grab onto your soft waist. Pulling you down to have your ass sit flush against his lap. Smiling at you gently as you play with the tuft of hair at his neck, looking lovely into his eyes.

“Don't know what I did to deserve you.” He continued staring into your eyes for a moment, muttering a faint beautiful before leaning in to kiss you. Soft and gentle, those are the words you’d use to describe how Arthur treats you. Holding you like you’re the most important thing in the world to him. 

The kiss became more passionate and deep, kissing down your neck before standing up with you in his arms. Walking back towards the couch, delicately laying you down. You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as you start to unbutton his black blouse - his favourite but only because you always tell him how handsome he looks in it. 

His hands start to move from your hips and up towards your soft breasts. Massaging them tenderly, making you let out a small sound of protest before breaking from the kiss.

“Arthur, take your clothes off.” Your tone was kind but he knew better than to test you. 

“Yes ma’am.” He sat back on his feet, pulling his arm out of his suspenders as you untuck his shirt pulling it down his shoulders. 

Caressing his shoulders and buff chest as he unbuckles his belt, “God I love you.” Just as he takes his pants off you pull him into a deep kiss. His hands find their way back to your breasts, teasing your nipples as you massage his growing erection.

Mumbles and groans grow louder and you just couldn't take it anymore, pulling away slightly whispering a soft, “Please Arthur.”

You don’t even need to ask a second time before Arthur takes his length in his hand, trailing the tip of his penis between your wet folds moaning at the sensation. 

“Good god women.” He rests his forehead on yours, staring oh so lovely into your eyes before entering you. You couldn't help but moan. It had been a long time since he stretched you out, his ridges rubbing perfectly against your warm velvety walls. Letting out a low groan as he bottomed out. He pulls his hands to your sides, caressing you with a desperation you absolutely adored. 

He started moving, slow, deliberate, and deep. Relishing the noises you were making, the desperate grabs at his back. You needed this just as much as he did. Speeding up a little, hitting your g-spot everytime. Reaching down to bring Arthur's hand into yours, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. 

“Oh God Arthur.” You weren’t gonna last much longer, walls clenching around his  length. Heels digging into his back, pushing him deeper.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” His pace speeding up a little, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either. 

With a few more strokes and messy kisses, you came undone. Walls spasming on his cock with such a vigor he had never felt before. Moaning loudly, you pulled his sweaty forehead down to meet yours once again. He looked into your eyes as he came, watching the way your face contorted when you felt his warm cum filling you up. 

Panting heavily as his thrusts slowed, collapsing down onto you as you panted. Wrapping your arms around him, kissing his head tenderly. 

As you both layed there, the world around you seemed to dissipate. He looked up at you, the orange glow of the dying fire highlighting the sweat on your face and the frizziness of your tousled hair. And he swore, you never looked better.

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[luffydotcom]

sharing their interests

synopsis: what happens you have the same interests as them (sword-fighting and cooking)

feat: zoro and sanji

notes: could've included the other characters for this, but i feel like for zoro and sanji this would work best!! i've honestly ALWAYS wanted to learn to use a sword. also don't mind how i can't write a fight scene to save myself 💔

also i will make a masterlist soon i just barely have any posts right now RAH

zoro

ZORO has lived by the ways of the blade his whole life. he eats, sleeps and breathes his training, and takes pride in his abilities. but for him its more than just a display of strength, and not limited to protecting others, but what he enjoys doing the most - he wants to become the greatest there is after all - so he is genuinely passionate about it.

so one day, when the crew stops by a marketplace on a new island, and you take keen interest in a display of swords, he is very much intrigued that it also caught your attention. even he can't help admiring the designs of the swords, despite being perfectly happy with his own.

"i didn't know that you were interested in this sort of thing," he folds his arms, looking down at where you're squatted.

"i have learnt how to sword-fight in the past... but i wouldn't exactly call myself a pro," you tell him as you trace your finger over the blade, careful sure not to cut yourself. "even though it's been a while, i still enjoy it and admire people who are great at it."

zoro quickly looks away just for a second, before looking back with a small smirk. "is that so? i want to see for myself." he tried to hide his interest in seeing the skills you claimed to have had.

"i guess i could try, but i'm probably rusty now and these swords are pretty expensive." you sigh as you stand up and face him.

before zoro could argue, you hear loud voices chanting not too far away from you both. you and zoro turn your heads to see some marines not too far away, obviously having recognised you both, charging faster in your direction with weapons in their hands.

zoro was quick to draw out his swords and fight, however you had an idea, and a highly impulsive one. you quickly snatch one of the swords from the display, much to the dismay of the stall's owner as you let out a short "sorry, but i need to borrow this!" and follow zoro into the fight.

with all your strength, and despite how unsure you were of yourself, you grip the sword tightly and slice the marines, making them fall onto the ground and heave in pain, then turn around to fight off the rest that are behind you. having been victorious, and seeing them on the ground, you laugh, pleasantly surprised at yourself. from the corner of your eye, you catch zoro smiling at your show as he deals with the last marine.

after that day, zoro now felt a new level of respect, but also admiration of you, stunned that you also had an interest and talent in the same thing as him. he even bought you the sword that you had used, which nami wasn't too happy about at first, but he wanted to see you in action again, better if by his side.

he mentally made note to ask you to train with him one day and even show you techniques that you might be interested in - he's excited to have a sparring partner to practice with!

sanji

cooking is SANJI'S whole life, it was his very first love and he would never trade it for the world. he loves the feeling of making and serving food to hungry people with a smile, even if he's the only one doing it on the ship.

when sanji discovers that you have a knack and enjoyment for cooking yourself, his love and admiration for you grows tenfold.

after returning to the sunny with groceries for dinner, sanji notices a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen. he knows it can't be luffy - he would never be able to make food smell that good without burning the kitchen down. when he opens the door, he is surprised to see you busying yourself rolling dough and pressing it into shapes, while something is baking in the oven.

"mon chéri, are you making something?" he sets the shopping down on the counter and comes to inspect what you're doing.

"yes, luffy was getting hungry and you weren't here, so i decided to make pastries for us all to share," you indicated to what was baking in the oven. "sorry, i didn't want to use the kitchen without asking you, but i didn't want luffy to wreak havoc with his hunger..."

"it's no problem, love," he smiles warmly, then glances at the pastries you're moulding, each in pristine and neat shape. "they look amazing, i didn't know you were so experienced!"

you laugh quietly. "i love cooking so much - and baking - but i love your cooking much more."

sanji flushes for a second, taken aback by the sincerity in your compliment, but also your modesty. "you should've told me sooner, dear. and you don't need to ask to use the kitchen - in fact, i'd love it if we cooked together."

after the rest of the crew joins you both and share the finished pastries together, sanji feels so happy that he's discovered that he has a common interest with someone in the crew, especially because it's his number one passion!

that same night, after you tell him about how much you love cooking and what you've made in the past, he practically begs you to cook dinner with him - not because he can't manage on his own, but he knows it would be more fun if he was doing it with someone who is also passionate as he is. after, he even lets you borrow his favourite cookbooks, lets you in on his best recipes, and makes it a personal mission to cook with you more!

[pillowspace]

I was meant to draw a comic explaining this ages ago and still have not, so I feel like I should mention this before I fail to do so for another month.

In the co-op ISAT AU, the entire reason there's a SAAPfrin and an ISATfrin is because the Universe accidentally dropped the fate of two different endings onto one Siffrin. Instead of one being prioritized over the other, it broke the world and split Siffrin into two different scripts.

It's clear they're led by different scripts because the world splits into two different timelines past the final safe room, leaving the Siffrins separated when fighting the King. As the loops progress, this split in the timeline slowly starts to spread to more and more of the House until the Siffrins must separate at Floor 3.

Then it worsens. In some loops... SAAPfrin's still on Floor 3. Like the co-op timeline is physically rejecting them and restarting them where their timeline should start. Whenever they do manage to successfully push back to before Floor 3, SAAPfrin finds that ISATfrin has no memory of the extra loops SAAPfrin went through. SAAPfrin becomes quieter the longer this progresses, while ISATfrin becomes more worried.

This all means that 1. SAAPfrin goes through more loops than ISATfrin does, and 2. According to the SAAP script, a SAAPfrin must never defeat the King until it'll break them.

Half the reason why SAAPfrin eats the star but ISATfrin does not is because it's obvious which one of them got the winning script.

And the Universe knows a Loop is needed to complete an ISATfrin's script after all!

(The star half fails, but it's close enough. It does its damage.)

Okay, I'm gonna make food now. I needed to write that down so it's at least in the au tag.

[moonmaiden1996]

Thoughts on first time sex with Shanks? 🙏

OF COURSE I WILL WRITE THIS....I mean I guess I could ;)

One Night with Shanks

Shanks is a manwhore—a rogue who drifts from island to island, drinking and indulging in whoever catches his eye. He isn’t one for romance, not that he wouldn’t be up for it… I can dream.

But tonight? Tonight, you have him.

The dim glow of candlelight flickers aboard the Red Force, shadows dancing across the wooden walls as the scent of salt and aged rum lingers in the air. The heat between you is smoldering, thick with anticipation. His rough, calloused hands—ones that have held a sword, stolen treasures, and commanded the seas—are now devoted entirely to you.

His lips tease at first, barely grazing your skin before tracing a slow, torturous path down your neck. The way he looks at you—intense, laced with mischief and hunger—sends a shiver through your spine.

He’s in no rush. He never is.

He lives for the chase, the build-up, the slow, agonizing unraveling of restraint. He’s going to have you begging, breaking around him.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice is husky, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing, testing your resolve. But the hunger in his gaze betrays his own restraint.

"Sure you want to give yourself to me? You know what they say about pirates—once they have their treasure, they never let go."

When you pull him in, he loses the battle. His kisses grow deeper, more possessive. The weight of his body presses you into the mattress, solid and unyielding. You feel the strength beneath him—years of battle-hardened power barely contained, held back only by his desire to make this first time unforgettable.

His single hand roams expertly over your body, mapping every curve, every reaction. He’s learned to compensate for his missing limb in ways that make your head spin.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice thick with smug amusement. But he doesn’t wait for an answer.

He plunges into you, too impatient to draw it out. Foreplay can wait—that comes later, when he spends his days getting drunk on the nectar between your thighs.

This? This is about making you his woman.

This smarmy, insatiable pirate knows exactly what he’s doing, pushing you toward insanity with relentless precision. When he finds that perfect spot, he doesn’t stop—he works you until you’re writhing, teetering at the edge, only to pull back at the last second, leaving you a whimpering mess.

And that smirk—the damn knowing smirk he wears so well—flickers across his face as he flips you over, letting you take what you need.

"Come on, sweetheart," he drawls, lazy and cocky. "Show me how bad you want it."

Shanks isn’t lazy—he’s strategic. He conserves his energy, making you work for it. He wants to watch you bounce on his cock, tits rising and falling, head thrown back in pleasure while his thumb lazily circles your clit.

And when your climax overtakes you, he relishes the sight—watching you break above him, breathless, legs weak, body marked with evidence of his passion.

As you collapse against him, his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle.

"Well, love," he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction, "I’d say that was worth the wait."

Lazily, he kisses you, shifting beneath you. But he isn’t done.

"Now… my turn," he purrs, wrapping his arm around you.

His hips snap upward into your soaked core, drawing a gasp from your lips.

And he doesn’t stop—not until he’s completely sated or until you’re crying his name, begging for mercy. Either way, this? This is just the beginning.

But If He Knows You're a Virgin…

Everything changes.

The teasing glint in his eye softens, replaced by something deeper—respect, tenderness, and just a hint of restraint. Shanks may be a rogue, a pirate, a man who takes what he wants, but with you?

He slows down. He savors.

"Ah," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek as he studies your face. "So this is your first time?"

His voice is low, warm—but there’s no mockery. Only a quiet sort of reverence.

"I knew you were something precious."

His fingers skim down your arm, impossibly gentle, despite the way a thick digit is already buried inside you, working you open—one finger, then a second, then a third.

"You sure about this, sweetheart?" he coaxes. But the gleam in his eyes tells you—he has no intention of stopping.

He’s going to work you open nice and slow. Then he’s going to take you. Make you his.

The way he calls you that—sweetheart, soft yet possessive—sends a shiver through your spine. And when you nod, his smile turns dangerous.

"Then I'll make sure it's something you'll never forget."

He takes his time, watching, memorizing every sigh, every arch of your body against his. He cherishes it.

His lips move with unhurried devotion—kissing down your neck, over your collarbone, making you feel wanted. Not just as a conquest, but as something precious.

He learns your body with the skill of a man who’s spent years mastering pleasure. You like your neck kissed and bitten? He lingers. You like your nipples teased? He’s more than happy to oblige.

His single hand—strong, calloused, yet impossibly tender—traces your skin like it’s the rarest treasure he’s ever held.

"Just relax, love," he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint. "Let me take care of you."

And when the moment finally comes, he holds your gaze, letting you see the heat, the control, the silent promise that this is about you.

His forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged but patient.

"If it hurts, tell me. I’ll stop, alright?"

Slowly, he inches in—stretching you, filling you, until he reaches that final barrier and slides in completely.

It hurts at first—he’s thick, large—but he makes sure it doesn’t for long. He’s slow, deliberate, coaxing pleasure from you with skill only a man like Shanks possesses.

And when you finally surrender to the sensations, gasping his name, he groans—his restraint snapping—and he takes you—but never without worshiping you first.

He won’t stop until you’ve come at least twice, his voice thick with satisfaction as he rolls his hips again.

"See?" he murmurs, "Told you I'd make it unforgettable."

He groans as his movements grow sloppy, his release inevitable—until you feel him spill inside you, filling you completely.

With Shanks, your first time isn’t just sex—

It’s the kind of night that lingers—a memory burned into your skin, your heart, your soul.

You belong to him now. Forever

[volturissideslut]

hiii! can I pls request aro and his mate who has a hand kink? like it doesn’t matter where they are, of what they’e doing, she’ll be sat in his lap playing with his hands, and tracing the veins. like actually his hands r so fine, search it up on Pinterest and you will understand my point.

𝕬𝖗𝖔 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

(Nsfw below the cut) I don't need to go on pinterest to know what you're talking about darling, i'm right there with you 😭🫶

Imagine sitting on Aro's lap, it could be in the throne room or anywhere else in the world. Long pale fingers grip onto your thigh like a voce, keeping you grounded on top of him. Your own hand would be on top of his, tracing along the shapes. The bump of his knuckle, a scar on the side, a vein bulging from his wrist to his index finger. His hand is mapped in your mind, you could know it blindfolded, the feel of the tip of his finger faint against your lips while you wait for him.

Imagine being sat next to him, bored and tracing your hands over his. His hand is mapped in your mind, you could know it blindfolded. The feel of the tip of his fingers against your lips from how ofter you kiss at them, the indent in his middle finger from centuries of quills and pens. Flipping his hand over to follow all the lines on his palm. He might even get you one of them palm reading books so he has an excuse to sit there and feel you for longer.

Imagine laying in bed together with Aro spooning you, his arm is thrown over your waist and his hand flat against your lower belly. Butterflies erupt within you, the way you feel his hand stroke at you or how his fingers draw little shapes. He'll trace 'i love you' in old greek and make you guess what he's writing, knowing fully well that you don't know that language yet. His hand would reach up, scratching at your scalp a massaging into your head. He keeps you in pure bliss.

Imagine his fingers shoved down your throat, pushing down on your tongue. He's all consuming when you're in bed together, all you can feel is him, him, and him some more. He loves being above you, making eye contact as you suck on his fingers. You'll gag around him, oh so full, and it just makes him all the more turned on.

Imagine the way his fingers curl inside of you, his thumb circling over the little nub of your clit. His hands are amazing, magical really, the searing pleasure he brings you with those dexterous fingers of his. They may not be thick, but they sure as hell are long, and you can feel every part of them inside of you. Maybe it's the fantasy - your love for them making the white hot feeling coiling in you all the more apparent - or maybe he really is that good. Either way, Aro's fingers are really fascinating to you

[vortexbloom]

need a yandere phainon so much

Of course !

I already made some Yandere Headcanons for him, so I decided to write a OneShot :3

Unbound Obsession (OneShot)

Pairing: Yandere Phainon x Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessiveness, Stalking

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Marvel

Boycott List

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @illix233 on X (Twitter)

Phainon had always admired you from afar, your beauty, your kindness, your very essence drawing him in like a moth to a flame. But admiration soon turned into something darker, something obsessive.

It all started on one fateful day when your eyes met across the room. It was innocent at first—a passing glance, a momentary connection—but to Phainon, it was a spark. It ignited a fire in his chest, a fire that could never be extinguished. He began to watch you more closely, studying your every movement, your every word. He knew where you would be, what you would do, who you would speak to.

At first, he tried to be subtle. He would show up at places you frequented, pretending it was mere coincidence. A smile here, a soft greeting there. But as time passed, his actions became more bold, more possessive. He was always there, lurking in the shadows, just a step behind you, waiting for the perfect moment to claim you as his own.

He started sending gifts—flowers, trinkets, tokens of his affection—but none of them were ever enough. You never seemed to notice, never seemed to appreciate the lengths he would go to. That only fueled his obsession. He began to track your every move, learning your routines, discovering your likes and dislikes. Each new piece of information brought him closer to the conclusion that you two were meant to be together—forever.

And then came the day when he finally confessed.

It was a quiet evening, the world outside shrouded in darkness, the air thick with tension. He had orchestrated the perfect moment, knowing they would be alone. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft rhythm of your breathing as Phainon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity.

"I’ve been watching you," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I’ve been waiting for you to realize that we belong together. No one else matters. Just you and me."

Your heart raced, a chill creeping up you spine as you took a step back. But Phainon was quick, grabbing your wrist, his grip tight, unyielding.

"You don’t have to be afraid," he murmured, his lips curling into a smile that sent shivers down your spine. "I’ll make sure no one can take you from me. You’ll never leave my side."

His words were both a promise and a threat, a chilling combination that sent a cold sweat down your neck. But Phainon didn’t care. In his mind, this was fate. This was the way things were meant to be. And nothing—nothing—would stand in his way.

From that day forward, you would never be free again. Phainon’s obsession consumed him entirely. His love was suffocating, possessive, and there was no escaping it. He was always watching, always waiting, and no matter how much you tried to run, Phainon would always find a way to bring you back into his twisted, unrelenting embrace.

Because, to him, there was no other choice. You were his. Forever

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[hakkkuu]

hiiii!!! can uu make a fic abt first time getting help from softie bf anton cuz reader is struggling getting off for weeks and him teasing reader while doing it😓 thank you so muchhh (note: reader and anton just started dating hehe)

istg i struggle sm whenever im writing smtg softer but im trying i promise😭

The light in Anton's room was dim, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of candles he had lit, creating an ambiance of intimacy and warmth. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, mingling with the subtle musk of his cologne. You sat on the edge of his plush bed, the softness of the sheets under you a stark contrast to the tension knotting inside you.

"I've been struggling," you confessed, your voice a mere whisper, your eyes downcast, feeling vulnerable yet strangely safe in his presence. Anton moved closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch igniting a warmth that spread through you.

"Struggling with what, my love?" His voice was a caress, wrapping around you like a velvet glove.

With a deep breath, you shared your secret, "I haven't been able to... reach climax. For weeks now." Your admission hung in the air, a delicate thing, waiting for his reaction.

His response was tender, his eyes filled with understanding and a soft desire to help. "Do you want me to try and help you?" he asked, his tone like silk, his hand gently squeezing yours in reassurance.

Your nod was shy but eager, your heart racing with both nervousness and anticipation. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both a question and an answer, slow, exploring, deepening until you felt the world narrowing down to just the sensation of his mouth on yours.

"Let's take our time," he murmured against your lips, his hands going to the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one with a patience that was both torturous and beautiful. His fingertips grazed your skin, leaving trails of fire, his eyes locked with yours, seeking your comfort, your consent with each touch.

He guided you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, his movements deliberate and gentle. His lips found your neck, kissing, nipping lightly, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Is this okay?" he'd whisper, his voice a siren's call, his hands exploring further, always with that soft touch that asked rather than demanded.

As he helped you out of your jeans, his fingers danced over your thighs, teasing, drawing patterns that made you squirm with need. His touch was like a whisper, just there, promising more. He watched you, his eyes dark with desire but bright with affection, as he moved closer to your core.

His teasing was exquisite, fingers tracing around where you craved him most, his breath warm against you, whispering praises, "You're so beautiful like this... so responsive," each word a brush stroke on the canvas of your arousal.

When he finally touched you, it was with a reverence, his fingers slow, circling, learning every gasp, every arch of your back. "Tell me what you need," he coaxed, his voice a velvet murmur, his touch becoming more intentional, drawing out your pleasure with a sensual rhythm.

The room filled with the sounds of your breaths, the rustle of sheets, and his soft encouragements, "Let me see you," "Feel this with me." Each command was gentle, each touch a promise, building you up to a crescendo you hadn't felt in weeks.

When the climax came, it was drawn from you like music from a well-played instrument, long, deep, resonating through every part of you. Anton held you through it, his kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, his whispers of love and praise a soothing balm to your racing heart.

After, as you lay entwined, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he smiled, his voice a low, sensual promise, "We have all the time in the world to explore this together." His words were a vow of more nights like this, where love and desire merged into something profound and beautiful.

[crimsonnsstuff]

really need mean gi-hun!! my man doesn’t get enough attention and nobody writes anything like this for him, but i know you’ll perfect it 😽

Gi-hun has a bruising grip on your hips as he thrust into you desperately, his cock ramming into your deepest area areas and bullying your insides.

He didn’t bother being gentle, grabbing you by the hair the moment you walked into the door. He dragged you upstairs and just slammed into you raw, no time for foreplay.

It all started because you went out with your friends and came home late. He was blowing up your phone but your phone was dead.

Now here you are, face down ass up as he slams into you. He slaps your ass, then leans over your back, whispering in your ear, “such a bitch, staying out late, leaving me worrying.” It was more of a low growl than a whisper.

He leans back, gripping your hips tighter as he fucks you roughly. You gasp as you feel his vein on the side of his cock rub against your insides.

You grip the sheets, lifting your head up. He’s quick to grip your hair and push your head back down. He grabs a handful of your ass, causing you to whine.

Suddenly, his hand moves down to where your bodies meet. You feel this thumb press against your asshole, causing you to cry out. Not from the pain, but from the fact you know he will push too far.

“W-wait, please!” You cry, but he shoves his thumb into your tight hole :(

You yelp as he does so, crying out in pain. He knew you never had anyone back there, he also knew he was being an ass.

"You think you can just play games with me?" Gi-hun growls, his voice low and menacing.

Before you could respond, he shoves his thumb in deeper, causing you to yell, tears streaming down your face.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice laced with a cruel satisfaction as he continued his relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your own moans, which you couldn't suppress despite the roughness of the act.

His grip on your hip tightened, sure to leave marks that would remind you of this moment for days. Gi-hun's movements were all about dominance, showing you who was in charge, every thrust claiming you in a way that was both primal and consuming.

You moan in relief as he pulls his thumb out, only to push his middle and pointer finger back in. This time, he thrusted them.

“Please stop!” You whine loudly. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growls, thrusting them deeper.

As the rhythm built, you felt the coil of tension in your belly tightening, the pleasure mixed with pain, pushing you towards the edge. Gi-hun, sensing your climax approaching, leaned over, his lips brushing against your ear, "Come for me," he demanded, his voice a dark whisper.

And you did, your body shaking with the force of your release, the intensity of it all drawing a sharp cry from your lips. Gi-hun wasn't far behind, his own climax hitting him with a growl, his movements becoming erratic before slowing to a stop.

He pulls out of you, making you slump into the bed. He gives one last thrust of his fingers before pulling them out with a wet squelch. You lie there, panting heavily.

He grabs one of your ass cheeks, spreading them so he can see your cum drip out of you.

“Worthless fucking slut.” He growls, but you know he loves you.

[covenofagatha]

holy fuck Another Kind of Workout is so hot i spontaneously combusted in the middle of my lecture. i genuinely forgot about that brainworm so now it's hitting me with full force all over again.... god

as a reward for that (holy shit holy shit) and your other recent posts (you've been hard at work dear please rest I'm a little concerned at how fast you write sometimes), in line with what you've replied to me, here's a brainworm inspired by my chat with my art friend:

dom!mommy!reader and sub!desperate!g!p agatha, ft. nudism, exhibitionism, praise, dryhumping, kind of dumbification, defiling of a paintbrush i guess, rio mention i miss my wife tails

teasing agatha at a nude art class. you hold lessons there, and this time you're holding one with a nude subject - you.

you edged her twice this morning before rushing her off to your art class, and she'd followed behind, all desperate and needy.

you don't tell her, and she realises only when you start stripping that she and many others are meant to sketch your naked body. at least you're keeping your panties on. she's flaring with jealousy and possessiveness, not liking how the other students ogle you, not realizing that most of them are too busy getting irritated at the way you keep fidgeting just to tease her.

its when she trails her eyes down that her cock grows embarrassingly hard, because your body is littered with marks. hickey after hickey across your tits, your neck, soft scars from where she'd scratched your neck with her nails while you rode her, and it's like she's reliving every single experience. you can see it in her eyes, in the way she shuffles to put the palette over the throbbing bulge in her pants.

you strike poses - everyone else heeding you no mind, but agatha knows. agatha knows the positions you're taking *very* well. getting more and more desperate with every one, she squeezes her eyes shut, but you laying on your back, back arched, is exactly the image that comes up in her mind. except it's on your shared bed, and she's pounding you relentlessly, while you praise how she fills you up, how she's "such a good girl for mommy", and she's almost certain now that her boxers are ruined.

she curses under her breath when she accidentally rolls her hips against the stool and the tip of her cock brushes against the material. fuck, it feels good. it's not enough, but with how hooded your gaze is, and the ghost of your words from last night echoing in her ears, she's almost already on the edge. you tease her a little more with each pose, eyes always fixed on her, and with the final pose you part your legs in her direction, and she alone sees the way your underwear is positively drenched. it's not her fault, truly, and she strains her clothed bulge against the stool, willing it for just a little more friction.

you watch her carefully. she's blocked by the large canvas for the most part, but if you turn the right angle you can see her palm her dick desperately through her jeans, her eyes practically fucking you already. you motion with your head to her easel carrying a definitely blank canvas, urging her to pick up her brush, and raise an eyebrow when she shakes her head furiously.

your eyes narrow in warning at her, and its perfect timing when your alarm rings to signal that class is over. you hum goodbyes to your friends-slash-students, them sending knowing looks in agatha's direction. you move wordlessly over to her, tutting disapprovingly at her flushed face and blank canvas. she whines softly at your proximity, and you press a chaste kiss at her neck that she shivers at.

slotting yourself behind her, you lean over her, your pebbles tits brushing into her back and she squirms again. "i thought you were gonna be good for me, baby," you huff gently, the puff of breath making her eyes flit down at the wet spot that's seen through her pants. "couldn't draw anything, darling? couldn't even cum on your own, could you? my dumb little girl. need mommy to help you for everything, don't you?" you say, reaching over to pick her paintbrush from between her trembling fingers, from the hands that are gripping the front of the stool so tightly her knuckles have gone white.

the proximity drives her insane, and she whimpers out loud when you cup her cock, sliding the paintbrush horizontally under it. it forms a little T, and you have to slap a hand over her mouth so the last few people filing out don't hear. the cool touch of the plastic drives her insane, and with your soft coos of "so desperate, baby, let mommy empty the pretty thoughts from your head," and "just move, sweeteheart, feel it roll under your wet cock, you're doing so well for mommy, yeah?"

the thrill lies of course in the fact that to anyone who's looking from the entrance, it looks like you're just guiding her in her brush strokes. but the moment they step to the side, they'd see agatha frantically rocking her hips against the wooden paintbrush, your hands snaking up her sides as you take a dip into yourself and spread your sticky wetness across her body, her head bent as muffled moans and whines of "mommy" erupt from her mouth.

a familiar voice calls you, and you look up, nipping at her neck gently in apology, before patting her shoulder and dusting yourself off. you tell her to keep going, her eyes widening because if rio vidal sees her in this state, she'll never live it down. but at the end of the day, she's your dumb, obedient girl, and she obliges.

rio shows you her sketches of you, and you sing her praises just to rile agatha up even more. the turning point is when, in the midst of clearing up after looking at Rio's work, you bend over, and agatha gets a first hand view of your dripping cunt.

Rio's only taken a few steps away from you when she hears a loud keen, then a loud, wet splat of agatha finally painting her canvas. she snorts in amusement, and you wink at her before turning back to deal with your silly doll, who was most definitely not supposed to cum without your permission. she looks at you with the glassiest eyes, and you know you're in for a treat.

i hope you enjoyed this lol it's filled my mind all day, and now i will go home and stuff a finger or two in me when i re read the workout fic again. god i love your mind and your writing so much. it's been very nice chatting with you (and i will continue as long as you let me) but I'm always happy to return to my roots as a perpetual horndog. as always though, please don't feel obliged to write this as a request and do take care 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

I am SO glad you liked because god I haven't been able to stop thinking about that brainworm since you sent it

Sometimes the mania just hits and my brain is like writewritewrite but eventually it chills out and I take a few days off but I am taking care of myself thank you for the concern 💜

I VERY much enjoyed this (and I really do need to work on more agathario x reader there's just too much in my mind but I will get to them I promise) I am OBSESSED with Agatha cumming on the canvas and now I'm thinking about her turning that in with her stains/smell still on it and then reader getting all desperate and touching herself because they are both perverts and I stand by that

I LOVE your mind too and I also really enjoy chatting with you and I hope you have a great rest of the day/night (timezones are hard)

[these-detestable-hands]

It's been a bit since I've interacted with octopath so my stuff on these ships may be a little rusty but I'll argue for them anyway.

Castitio (Castti x Partitio)

Before the game even came out, I thought they'd be a silly couple. Lady who doesn't remember and guy bursting at the seems with kindness. I think they're got a neat dynamic, with Castti teasing him a bit but they get along and are friends. Some post canon hcs I have are that Partitio would help Castti set up an organization that produces medicine and teaches about it cause he loves her and he's got the funding anyway. Also I do think being exposed to the poison rain twice did stuff to Castti so I like to hc she's disabled post canon, being a wheelchair user due to muscle weakness, having very little lung capacity and CPTSD. Also not a disability but she has eczema-like purple splotches on her body. Sorry I needed an excuse to quickly mention my disabled Castti headcanons. While they're engaged, Partitio and Floyd work on completely renovating a house to accommodate all of Castti's needs, so like low counters she can reach while on her wheelchair, only one floor, wide doorways, blackout curtains so she can sleep during the day, etc. Castti keeps insisting that she doesn't need that much help and that she's navigating normal houses just fine but then she'd see all the accommodations in their new house and bawl for hours. She'd work less and take it easy post canon. Listen I just think they'd be a really cute couple. Castti patches up your broken arm then her husband comes in and starts cracking jokes and talking about affordable public transportation. I feel like I'm also forgetting a lot of stuff but oh well. I've got a few fics for them posted on ao3, account name: BigOrangeOnion

Ophikari (Ophilia x Hikari) (I also call them The Radiance (hollow knight reference and it makes sense for an au))

OKAY SO this ship started out as an au when the ot1 travelers were added to ot2 for that update last year. Basically, post canon, Hikari visits the arena whenever he's in Montwise. This time, he goes and there's some omega powerful warriors fighting ruthlessly and with no concern for themselves. He realizes it's because they've got some kinda of curse, similar to him with the shadow (I THINK that's what it was called).

So Hikari starts working on figuring out how to free them because their current existence seems miserable. The first he manages to free is Ophilia, by using light magic near her. The light magic makes her briefly remember who she was but it's enough for her to snap out of the mind control that she's been put under. She talks to Hikari and explains that her and her friends were mind controlled by a very weak but not quite dead Galdera, in attempts to conquer and gain more power so he could heal himself faster. So the two of them start working on freeing the other travelers together.

Along the way, they ofc fall in love. I don't remember an awful lot about them unfortunately but I implore anyone reading this to write stuff for them :]

Here's a little drawing I did of them together. I'd include Castitio drawings if I had any but I am not big on drawing ship art unfortunately.

H'aanit x Cyrus x Castti (in a QPR!!! :3)

So this is probably the one I've explored the least purely because I never really shared it with anyone. I keep it to myself because of the amount of hyper specific and sad headcanons. But basically it was an au where I'd just mix and match travelers n stuff. Like just putting different travelers in different continents with weird team compositions cause I'm a big fan of aus and crossovers.

One of the ones I liked the most is where Castti leaves Solistia by herself to explore post canon because she's not very close with the other travelers and self isolates a little. This au starts out kinda sad cause of the focus on my hcs for various characters' mental illnesses. H'aanit is initially traveling alone but Castti joins her and they're a relatively quiet but very effective and productive duo. Later, Cyrus, Olberic, Primrose and Ophilia join. They all have their problems to work through and get through them together.

Castti has to deal with self worth and realizing that she's more than just the team healer.

H'aanit has always had anxiety around losing Z'aanta, which is really bad throughout the entire story so Castti often ends up calming her down during panic attacks and they get really close because of the mutual trust there.

Idk exactly how to describe Cyrus' problems but he's really jumpy and nervous and a little bit angry all the time because of being accused of, y' know, sleeping with a student. Yeah no I never understood why Cyrus wasn't that angry about it, even when I first played the game at age 10.

I think Cyrus is just dealing with the new found rage he constantly has. He had anger management issues as a kid but worked through them and they're just now coming back cause he's been thrown out of his home and people he used to be friends with think the worst of him and he's got no one but this new friend group he hardly knows. You get it.

The story is the three of them (and Olberic, Ophilia and Prim, but this post is about ships so I'll talk about them another time) as they deal with their mental health issues. Through helping each other with these very personal problems, they become very close and eventually decide to be in a qpr together. I think they'd just live relatively quiet lives in S'warkii cause Cyrus is too upset to return to Atlasdam and Castti isn't too keen on going back to Solistia after falling head over heels in love with two people in Osterra.

I don't remember way too much for this au unfortunately. I think they should all cuddle and finally get a good night's sleep for once cause no way a single one of those bitches sleeps well with the crap they see and have experienced.

Sorry I wrote so much. Here is a little drawing based on an Olberic chapter 2 travel banter and the most important H'aanit fact.

I miss octopath yapping with people so uh yknow what! We’re gonna play a game!!

Explain in the notes what y’all’s favorite ships are and why you like them!!!

Only rules are

1) do not explain why everyone should think your ship is canon, as that is not the point of this post 2) do not put any other ships down bc that is also not the point of this post 3) ALL games are included (yes including cotc) 4) ANY SHIPS ARE ALLOWED!!! GO NUTS!!!!

[messrsrarchives]

Hello! I adore your blog and your yaps so much I’ve been following you for a few months now and I first wanted to tell you that you do so much good! So, a huge thanks to you for using your platform for trans topics/Palestine/as well as fandom etiquette/awareness and for just being amazing!

All things aside though, I do have a question! I was wondering what your opinion on @the-dead-gay-oscars was. I stumbled upon it recently and felt kind of an icky feeling about it, because it just feels like another way of comparing fanfic to mainstream media when fanfic isn’t really meant to be like that? It’s also putting a bunch of fanfic out there for people to vote on/critique publicly, and I cant find whether or not the fanfic writers are asked for permission for their fics to be included in such an event- especially when I know a lot of people have boundaries over that kind of thing. I just wonder if it brings back that almost expectation for fanfiction to be like published modern literature/movies. I doubt anyone had the intention for it to be like that but I just don’t really like it?

Idk, it just left me feeling weird about the whole thing, but maybe I’m being over dramatic and critical over something meant to be fun, which could totally be the case. 😅

Anyways, thank you so much for what you do! Have a nice day!

hiii !! first of all!!! thank youuu 😖😖🫂🫂

and yeah,,, not a fan. idk if this mention tags them and if it does, sorry!!! just some gentle opinions 😖

idk like,, "best" categories in fandom really ick me out. and i think it can be very discouraging to others? like how does the voting work? do they select nominations and then others vote?

oh you've said they do! so yes, then it turns into "oh my work wasnt as good as the one that won" etc etc - i just think there's better ways to show appreciation than creating more pedestals in a fandom that already has a massive issue with idolisation, imposter syndrome, etc etc

and whether the authors are asked permission or not is irrelevant to me (actually,, probably worse if they are and agree in my mind)

idk. good concept, poor execution that i personally think is just discouraging and competitive when this space is for everyyyyyyone to create and enjoy without worrying whether you're better than someone else or the "best" etc etc. and yes, 100% brings expectations.

i get it was for appreciation, but i dislike the notion when really you could just comment on a fic and say you liked it, and then make a post recommending it, or rec it to your friends etc etc. you know??

we don't need awards and competition, we need community and an encouraging space where everyone feels confident to engage and write and draw and edit and do whatever it is that they do without worrying about whether they're the best at it or if they're as good as someone else

unless i get best rant poster. then it's okay. (I'M KIDDING THAT WAS A /J. THAT WAS A JOKE.)

[premiumbitch]

THINGS TO MANIFEST - BROOKE SHIELDS THEMED PACK ! ⋆₊˚⊹♡

hi luvs! I decided I'd make this brooke shields themed pack for the lovely person who requested it (@indigo-nextdoor) and for people who want to manifest themselves to be a completely different person, someone they will feel confident to be! also for the amazing shifters who can script this about themselves! enjoy :)

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BEAUTY ♡ //

Your beauty is effortlessly iconic—both delicate and powerful, a face that lingers in people’s minds long after you’ve left the room.

Your eyes are deep and expressive, holding an untold story in every glance—whether sultry, soft, or sharp, they captivate effortlessly.

Your eyebrows are perfectly sculpted yet natural, enhancing the aristocratic elegance of your features.

Your skin is luminous, with a natural glow that doesn’t need highlighter—smooth, sun-kissed, and effortlessly radiant.

Your lips are full and perfectly shaped, carrying a subtle pout that embodies both innocence and sensuality.

Your hair is thick, healthy, and voluminous—whether in cascading waves, a sleek updo, or flowing effortlessly in the wind, it always looks flawless.

Your bone structure is sculpted like a work of art—high cheekbones, a refined jawline, and the perfect balance of soft and strong features.

Your beauty is timeless, untouched by fleeting trends, making you look as effortlessly breathtaking in a bare face as you do in full glam.

Your beauty doesn’t just come from symmetry or perfection—it’s in the way you carry yourself, the way your expressions shift like poetry in motion.

You are the definition of classic beauty, the kind that people paint, write poetry about, and never forget.

AURA ♡ //

Your presence is intoxicating—people feel your energy before you even walk into the room, a quiet yet undeniable force of nature.

You carry an air of effortless elegance—poised, graceful, and always in control, never needing to demand attention because it naturally follows you.

Your aura is magnetic, drawing people toward you with a mix of mystery and warmth—like the heroine of an old film whose presence lingers long after the screen fades to black.

You are the embodiment of feminine energy—soft yet powerful, gentle yet commanding, beautiful yet untouchable.

You exude quiet confidence—never boastful, never desperate to prove yourself, because you already know your worth.

Your energy is a blend of old-world charm and modern allure, making you both classic and ahead of your time.

You leave an imprint on every place you go, like a fragrance that lingers in the air, impossible to forget.

Your presence is like golden-hour sunlight—soft, warm, and illuminating, making everything and everyone around you feel more beautiful.

People feel drawn to you, not just because of how you look but because of how you make them feel—like they are in the presence of something rare and extraordinary.

You don’t chase attention—it follows you, effortlessly, inevitably, because your aura is simply that captivating.

SMARTS ♡ //

Your mind is as sharp as it is creative—you see the world in layers, understanding things in a way others simply can’t.

You are both book-smart and emotionally intelligent, able to navigate conversations with charm, wit, and insight.

Your intelligence is quiet but undeniable—you never feel the need to prove yourself, yet your wisdom speaks volumes.

You have a natural curiosity about the world, always eager to learn, explore, and expand your knowledge.

Your mind is a library of knowledge—literature, history, psychology, art—you absorb it all and use it to shape your unique perspective.

You have a way with words that makes people listen—your voice is both soothing and powerful, commanding attention without force.

You have an intuitive understanding of human nature—able to read between the lines, pick up on unspoken emotions, and always know the right thing to say.

You are a storyteller, able to turn even the simplest moment into something poetic and memorable.

You never settle for mediocrity—you challenge yourself constantly, always seeking to refine your mind, your skills, and your understanding of the world.

Your intelligence isn’t just in what you know—it’s in how you think, how you move through life, and how you make even the most complex ideas seem effortless.

PERSONALITY ♡ //

You are independent and strong-willed, never relying on anyone to define your worth or path in life.

You are both soft and strong—gentle when you want to be, fierce when you need to be, never losing yourself in the process.

You have an air of mystery—people are drawn to you, wanting to know more, but you never reveal everything at once.

You are charming and magnetic, with a natural wit that makes conversation with you feel effortless and engaging.

You are unapologetically yourself, never bending to fit into someone else’s expectations or ideas of who you should be.

You are ambitious, not just in your career or goals, but in your self-growth—you are constantly evolving, refining, and elevating.

You are graceful under pressure, never letting the world see you sweat, always carrying yourself with dignity and composure.

You have an intoxicating sense of humor—sometimes sharp and clever, sometimes playful and light, always making people feel at ease in your presence.

You are passionate about the things you love, and that passion is contagious—people admire your drive, your dedication, and the way you throw yourself fully into what matters to you.

You are unforgettable—not just for your beauty, not just for your intelligence, but for the way you make people feel, the way you inspire, and the way you leave an impact wherever you go.

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