#i'm going to keep shamelessly reblogging lol

[nerdyneko6373]

soft kisses yes 🥺

Adore {TamaNeji}

Man, I wish they had more official casual outfits ;; v ;; Also, short-haired Nejire is a cute Nejire. My HC is that Tamaki finds her cuter with short hair haha OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS!~

[westside-rot]

Kill For You

Authors note: This was intended to be my first drabble but my brain wouldn't let me stop and here we are with all these words. I'll get it right and stop rambling eventually lmao

Also, I'm dipping my toe into fanfics, having fun with ideas and seeing what sticks so please be nice. It's never that serious. This has light editing so excuse any errors.

Minors dni. I do not consent to my work being copied/reposted anywhere. Stealing is lame so don't do it. Reblogs and comments are always welcome after you hit like lol

Protective husband Toji

Mentions of violence and smut *sorry not sorry*

Choosing an outfit is never easy for you. Most days it’s more like a chore and less like a first step in having fun. The way Toji’s eyes tear away from the video game he’s playing to shamelessly appraise your body is confirmation you made the right choice. Going out tonight was a last-minute decision. With limited time to get ready you opted for a backless navy-blue halter dress that showed off plenty leg without having to worry about your ass being exposed. A modest selection for the club. There’s nothing modest about the way Toji admires your curvy frame.

You pretend not to notice as you drop your phone into your purse and inform him of your plans for the evening.

“I’ll see you in a few hours. Enjoy your game. I love you.” It’s foolish to think you’d get away with a rushed explanation and a quick kiss goodbye. When Toji’s large hand catches you by the wrist you aren’t the least bit surprised to have your departure interrupted. You huff and scrunch up your nose to hide your amusement. The charade ends the moment you lock eyes. With a smirk on your face you melt into his broad defined chest and the kiss accompanying his possessive hold on your waist.

“Now let’s try this again Mrs. Fushiguro. Where do you think you’re going in this dress?”

You can’t answer right away as your husband leads you into one kiss and then another. Soon you’re in a full-blown make-out session. When he does finally let you up for air it’s a miracle you can speak. An even bigger one that your panties haven’t melted right off your ass. You explain how one of your girls is going through a bad breakup and you and the rest of the friend group have decided to get her out of the house for a night of drinks and dancing. Toji hums in what you assume to be understanding. The way his lips ghost over the creamy brown skin of your collarbone, tongue dipping between your boobs says otherwise.

“You look gorgeous my love. Maybe you should change. I don’t think I want you wearing this dress without me around.”

“Baby, I can’t. The girls will be here in five minutes. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve felt pretty in a dress.”

He knows you’re being genuine just like he knows you don’t fault him for the long work hours and long overdue date nights. Giving you his blessing is the first step in making amends. Even though he raises you to your feet and readjusts the bottom of your dress back into place you can see the conflict happening behind his dark green eyes.

“I promise to be good.” You pout and run your fingers over the clipped black hair hanging over his forehead. He growls and pulls you closer.

“Keep your phone on. Should any man dare speak to you let them know disrespect is a crime punishable by death. Your husband is the executioner.”

“Yes sir.” You purr against his lips and erupt into a fit of giggles when he sends you on your way with a firm smack to the ass that stays with you long after you join your friends in the rideshare. It requires some convincing not to fake an illness to stay at home with your husband. Nurturing your friendships is important to you. The last thing you want is to become the friend who forsakes all others for her man. A night away from him will do you both some good. And so you turn your thoughts away from him and focus on the night ahead.

Hours later you’re regretting your decision. It’s not that you haven’t enjoyed yourself. After spending weeks going from work to home you loved every second of existing in your own bubble with your girls. The music had been on point and the drinks were nice and strong. That seemed like a good thing in the moment. By 1am you remember why you could only handle the club in small doses. The men had officially lost any sense of decency. While you understood wanting to end the night in good company, you were tired of having to relay Toji’s message to every man occupying your personal space. The massive ring on your finger should’ve been effective fuck boy repellent. Yet here you were on your fourth insincere apology. To their credit, they eventually cut their losses and backed away. There was always one that refused to take no for an answer. This particular jerk refuses to accept your no, going as

Deciding you’ve reached your fill on corny pick up lines, you and your girl decide to wait for the rest of your group outside. You've dealt with your fair share of thirsty men, none crazy enough to get physical and call you an uppity bitch for dismissing him. Pulling away only gives him reason to tighten his grip on your arm. Before you or your friend can respond with a swift kick to the balls a strong pair of hands pull the man off his feet and cast him aside like a rag doll. Your eyes practically fall out of your head when you realize it’s Toji. He’s too busy making good on his word to acknowledge your shock. While the dumb ass puts up an impressive defense he’s easily overpowered and pummeled to the ground. Every punch he throws is reciprocated with two more that land directly in his face until he's unrecognizable. Toji shows no sign of stopping. Even though you'd bet money you weren't the first woman this piece of shit has put his hands on, he isn't worth a prison sentence.

It's your voice pulling Toji back to his senses. One more punch and a kick to the ribs and he's snatching the man up by his collar to hold the man's bloody face in your direction.

“Apologize for putting your filthy hands on my wife. I’m only sparing you because she asked.

He complies and stammers out an apology through the stream of blood running down his nose into his mouth. You’re disgusted by how little you care about the beating he’s taken. Unlike the idiot before you, no one is going to force you to apologize for noticing how well your husband is filling out his thermal. In the hours since you last saw him his corded muscles appear larger and more defined underneath the black fabric. It looks painted on. The color has always been your kryptonite. Toji is wrapped in it, from his jeans down to his work boots. It’s the black beanie tugged down over his ears that turns you feral.

Toji’s voice cuts through your thoughts with a clear directive you can’t ignore. “Let’s go. All of you. NOW.” He leads you out of the club with your gaped mouth friends trailing closely behind, the crowd parting like water to let you pass. Some women gawk, one gave you a thumbs up, while other voices agreed with Toji’s methods. You have the urge to remind everyone he's your husband but decide against it.

Once in the car Toji instructs you to put everyone’s addresses into the GPS. After that the ride is tense and mostly silent. In the group chat your friends are remain crazy and undeterred as they unanimously decide Toji’s deserves immaculate head on everyone’s behalf.

You bite down a laugh then respond in chat, assuring them you will but you can't pinpoint Toji’s mood. He seems upset with you. Despite being grateful for his presence you’re somewhat annoyed with him for infiltrating your girl’s night out. Exactly how long had he been spying? Why hadn’t you noticed him before? Was he being protective, or did he not really trust you?

It pisses you off that while you’re stewing in emotions you shouldn’t feel Toji is being the perfect gentleman, not only driving your friend’s home but escorting them to the door to ensure they make it inside safely. Upon arriving home you decide you're going to sleep off your frustrations and be a responsible adult tomorrow.

Toji has other plans. Resisting your inner brat, you allow his firm yet pleading tone to keep you in your seat with arms folded across your chest.

“I’m sorry for not getting to you sooner baby. I was trying to be respectful to the hoe asking me dance and got distracted.”

The way your jaw clenches at the mention of the faceless woman proves Toji isn’t alone in his unhinged behavior. In your defense your patience runs a bit longer than his. You certainly haven’t beaten any women to a pulp for getting close. No woman had dared to touch what belonged to you either.

“Sure.”

“I got this bad feeling after you left that I couldn’t shake. Maybe it was nothing. But I rather have you upset with me than ignore my gut and something happens. You’re my entire world. I can't exist without you.”

Suddenly you’re climbing into your wonderful man’s lap to shower him with appreciation one kiss at a time across his beautiful face. You’re a brat that needs to correct her attitude. To further drive home the point you drag your tongue over his scar then back down to his chin, bearing your teeth and latching on. Toji’s lips curve into a vulgar smile but otherwise appears unfazed.

“How do you intend to make it up to me brat?”

His dick, hard and restricted against the crotch of your panties sends a message to put action to words. You comply with eager hands fumbling with his belt as you lean back on the steering wheel. “By letting you use me. You can start by fucking me right here in the driveway.”

He groans as though he’s already inside of you. What you mistake for passion on the verge of release is restraint to keep both hands firmly at your waist. He refuses to touch the intimate parts of you with soiled hands. Another reason to despise the piece of shit from earlier. But you’re too horny to argue. You practically race up the driveway, fumbling with keys to unlock the front door. The kitchen to wash your hands or a shower. You can’t decide. Toji makes the decision for you.

“Take off your panties.” Pulling them down your shapely legs, you toe the lace off to the side along with your heels. You abruptly clamp on the taunt you’ve prepared when you see him kneel before you, presenting his shoulders as a thrown he wishes you to occupy. Always mindful of safety you drape one leg across him and keep the other on the ground for leverage until he demands your trust. You comply. Your husband is a strong man. You’re reminded how much when he straightens his back, hoisting you off the ground, trapping you between the door at your back and the tongue in your pussy.

You close your eyes and surrender to weightlessness, tugging at his hair and mewling your pleasure, vocal but not too loud. You want to hear him lewdly slurp at his meal, burying his face in it like he’s eager to drown and die a satisfied man. His tongue is just as big as the rest of him. You love the way he alternates between the wavelike motions against your clit to stuffing your needy walls. It doesn’t take long to come like this. You whimper his name on its arrival, shudder then relax on his shoulders with your feet set firmly at the center of his back. When he finally sets you on the ground with a suckling kiss to each thigh you follow him on shaky legs into the kitchen.

The energy shifts from two wantons chasing pleasure to comedic and downright absurd. Toji has you pinned in front of him at the sink, his burly figure towering over you in playful competition for his share of the running water all while he struggles to penetrate you handsfree. You wish you could see how silly he looks with his jeans below his ass grinding near your entrance like some inexperienced teenager. The failed attempts have given your abs the workout you haven’t asked for. You’re the drunk one. Toji has no excuse for his antics but you’re honored he trusts you with this silly version of himself, a side the world doesn’t know exists.

"Spread your legs a little wider—push your ass up."

"Give up please." Laughter splutters from you when he notches the head between your folds, almost but not quite. The way he dips and rolls his hips as if he's sure it'll get him where he needs to be put tears in your eyes. "You’re trying to kill me." Resting your head on the counter, you give up attempting to wash your hands to fully commit to laughing. Toji joins in while taking full advantage of the water.

"Not at all gorgeous. I’m trying to fuck you." He doesn’t bother to dry off his now thoroughly washed hands as guides himself to your entrance. He reaches his target on the first try. Neither of you is laughing anymore.

The first thrust is always the sweetest. Especially when you’ve gone deprived for so long.

"There ya go. Shut that pretty fuckin mouth and let me inside." He kicks your legs apart to widen your stance and ruts into your ass. You nearly submerge your head under the water from the impact but recover quickly, stretching your soapy fingertips into the water instead and deepening the arch in your back. It gives him a full display of your ass bouncing off his pelvis and aligns him with just the right spot. He drills you for several heavenly minutes then fucks you into a standing split. Somehow you manage to cut off the water and just in time because he's snatched you off your feet, locking your knees over his elbows to fuck you midair.

There's nothing gentle about the way he fucks you. He fucks you like he's upset, like he's secretly harboring a grudge he doesn't want to speak on. You love it but feel as though you owe him another apology.

Toji isn’t giving you the chance to speak. Even as he walks you into the living room, he’s slamming you down on his dick, knocking the words right out of you. He’s relentless even in the way he places you back on your feet and jerks you around by the hair to segue right back to hard thrusts in one disorienting motion.

"I’m sorry. I’ll burn the dress—Don’t be mad." You wail over the sound of his balls colliding with your ass and frantically attempt to leverage yourself on the couch. He’s quick to restrain both arms behind your back, locking them at the elbow in a one-armed restraint. His free hand snakes your throat. There’s nowhere to run even if you want to. You don’t. He slams into you numerous times before his brain processes what you managed to say.

"What? No baby--just need to feel you and remind myself you’re mine... beautiful and all fucking mine."

"All yours. Only fucking yours." You echo the words. It earns you more sharp thrusts in powerful succession, the intensity forcing you on to the tips of your toes. You chant the words through your delirium and yield as he cranes you backwards by a makeshift ponytail to roughly kiss his way into your mouth. Not the most comfortable position but you love being treated like his personal doll. It doesn’t matter that you watched him mark his territory in the most violent way possible or how ridiculous it might seem to need the reassurance. He's a man, your man, the person you vowed to spend your life with. If he needs his ego stroked, you'll gladly stroke it. Perhaps not in the way he’s stroking your insides but close enough for him to feel cherished and irreplaceable. He deserves it after giving you some of the best orgasms of your life.

All you can do is scream your praise when the third one hits. Every nerve ending in your body feels like tiny focal point detonating at once. The pleasure overtakes you, seizing control of your limbs and coherence. You topple over the couch’s armrest to sob face first in the cushions below. Tremors ripple through your fingers down to your toes now arched and pointed at the ceiling. You fear any sudden movement will remove you from this new blissed out existence. So you don’t. You remain in your wilted position, crying and fully possessed by endless quaking yet aware enough to sense Toji kneeling at eye level. Warm hands caress your face, coaxing a gratified drunken smile to confirm you hadn’t passed out.

"Did I break you?"

���Uh-uh.”

His thumb catches your bottom lip and pries your mouth open. "I’m putting you to bed."

Instantly you muster the strength to speak. "Nooo. Just gimme a minute."

His laughter soothes your rapid pulse and puts breath back into your lungs. You think you won’t need the minute you requested. Not anymore. You only need him to find his way back home. Toji ignores your pleas with soothing kisses to your nose and lips. He guides you out of the awkward position you landed in and carries you to your bedroom.

It's a welcome change to be returned to your plush bed with your husband looming over you, gaze imbued with love you'll never get tired of seeing, removing the dress still gathered at your waist as though you'll break if he handles you poorly. He removes what remains of his attire and rejoins you on the bed. Finally you’re both gloriously naked. You pull him down on top of you, hard lines melding with soft russet contours and entangled limbs sharing a single heartbeat.

He fucks into you slow, takes his time delving to where your soul resides, whispering his devotion against your damp skin. When you reach orgasm for the last time he isn’t far behind you, filling you with his cum, marking you as his. It isn’t until he pulls out, when the urge to watch his cum leak from your spent body is too great to ignore do you realize how turned on you were watching him defend your honor. It’s toxic to wish for such things but it’s a subject you refuse to drop until you’ve talked it out with your husband. Toji will have to be the one to put a stop to your fantasy, that or replace it with something different, something better. Until then you drift back to the present, shut your eyes, and plan out your next outfit.

[thatunusualwriter]

Can we please get a part two to of the ReikoxEarthrealm!Reader headcanons, I’d really appreciate it if you did😊

My, my! You're a second person to ask for continuation! But the first one asked for a fic tho so that one will take some time, since I think I mayyyy go a little different direction than this part 2 of this HC since I started the fic drafts first lol. Longer fics just take time, guys.

ᓚᘏᗢｼEnjoy!

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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 sfw & nsfw-ish || part 2

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I won't lie to you - things will get awkward between the two. For a LONG time.

Reiko is an honorable man but he was saved by an Earthrealmer. His mind is reeling with indecisions of how he should act around Reader. He wants to show gratitude but his hate for Reader's kind runs deep - and what's making it harder is that Reader's a civilian. And a honorable warrior doesn't hurt those, especially when they're harmless.

So Reiko's trying to be... nice(?). But not too much. He can be quite an asshole.

He's actually not shy to flaunter around and boast how Outworld is far superior.. ((my guy... It's like..... 2am.. go the fuck to bed))

But he's not good with his words, instead of all the "thank you"s he is a man of action so it means he's helping around Reader's home as much as he can/is able to.

But kitchen is a place he should not step into. Back in Outworld, it's fine, he can coock alright, but this modern look and appliances... he's really confused by a lot of things in Reader's home generally but something that actually didn't survive its first encounter with Reiko was a toaster.

R. I. P. toaster

The moment the toasts flew up all of a sudden had him yelp. Literally. And he punched the electrical device into the next room.

[[ＢＲＵＴＡＬＩＴＹ- ＲＥＩＫＯ ＷＩＮＳ]]

Reader has to get a new one once they'll save enough money.

And. damn. does he actually feel kinda bad when he learns about how tight with money it is in Earthrealm.

What he struggled with the most was privacy.

Listen, he's a soldier. He's been at wars. And quite often there is no luxury such as privacy. And when you see naked bodies everywhere for a decade you began to ignore it and treat it like a normal thing (example: gynecologists), and being no royalty you literally get no privilege to have a bath to yourself.

The only one embarrassed and weirded out — understandably so — was Reader.

Reiko wouldn't even dare put his hands on an Earthrealmer but with the way he was raised, and lives, he just is used to share a bath/shower.

Was very surprised to find out someone is actually able to kick him out of a room verbally. Reader hadn't a free hand to spare to throw anything at him anyway.

Him walking around naked was another thing he had to un-learn.

Reader called him a "pervert" for literally promenading butt-naked.

But it's not like he didn't notice Reader ogling him.

"At least I'm not staring at someone's body like a piece of meat."

That comeback made Reader flushed and sputter out incoherent words to mask their embarrassment but couldn't quite find it in themself to bite back at that. Because... Yes.. Reader really drank in the sight of the sculpted warrior's body, shamelessly.

For a few days Reiko was stubborn to lay down his uniform and armor, refusing to put on anything 'casual' or to look as if he 'fits in' as Reader said.

He doesn't want to 'fit in', this is who he is and others should just leave him be.

Reader thinks it would be better if he were to attract less attention if he were to go outside. Everyone would think he's one of those people who cosplay and live 24/7 like that OR it could actually catch the eye of the FBI or whoever and they would snatch him off the street because of knowing who he is.

Reiko had to swallow his pride. Literally. And accept a slight change.

Reader bought him a red, flannel shirt and new shoes, let him keep his pants at least... And the face paint had to go too.

Reader had to FIGHT with the make-up removal products for their life. Reiko's war paint was meant to stay on. Better than any foundation Reader ever came across, would make any Drag Queen's make-up brand seethe with envy.

It was almost like peeling it away from a wall, that it made Reader feel bad when they had to scrub a little harder against his skin.

It was... quite a scare? uhm, almost unnatural to see him without the black paint on his face, especially around his eyes. If I can put it that way? The black made his pale, white eyes stood out more but now it did made him look less... intimidating.

But this was also a win for Reader not to deal with black smudges on their pillows, lol.

When it was time for Reader to go to work Reiko wanted to come with. "Make sure you won't call the authorities on him" or whatever to which Reader is just like; "Noooo...? No you're not." "The Hells you mean, no? I'm not leaving your side."

He's neither a kid or an ill pet to sneak him into Reader's job. But Reiko can't quite grasp the concept of why would that be impossible to come- it's not a war for him not to be allowed there!

In the end, Reiko is left in the public spaces outside Reader's job and they come to check on him at lunch breaks, also getting him some food and drink too.

Reader was nice enough to get Reiko something to read while he'd be by himself for 8 hours, to which he refused to read anything at first, but then gave in after an hour and a half when looking at the same crack in the pavement became boresome.

And it eventually became a routine that Reiko got used to... not that he liked it.

When no one was around he did a quick work-out to still be in shape. Though Reader had to stop him from using a tree as a punching bag. A public tree = therefor should not be vandalized or they'd have to pay a fee.

When Reader's colleague/s wanted to join them on their lunch breaks and actually want to get to know him is when he felt at unease, like, never before in his life had he felt that way until now.

He felt like an imposter, trying to act like he's from their realm while not knowing realms exist... Reader always came in to save him though, never left him at an uncomfortable spot for too long when detecting something is not right.

Reader literally had to learn Reiko's body language. Just because they wanted to.

He didn't notice it but he gave himself away quite a few times. But they didn't have the heart to tell him that, wouldn't want to ruin his confidence of being the best soldier there is.

Reiko would begin to clam in and then his body would sort of lean away from the group. He may not realize it, at all, so perhaps don't point it out.

In his mind, he needs to be a perfect soldier, or he's nothing short of useless.

.... Reader does certainly dislike the one who made him feel that way.

[notsoattractivearenti]

My Player of The Month (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

WC: 900+

Warning/Tags: fluff

A/N: hellooooo i'm back for a bit!!! pls consider this as a way to say sorry i haven't finished my holiday fics lol. i had a lot of free time at work today and before i knew it i'd written a fic on the paper – full page front and half on the back! btw hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors since it's not proofread! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (Y/F/N = Your Full Name)

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Christian was just announced as December's Serie A Player of The Month, and after the  home match versus AS Roma, he was pulled to the side of the pitch for a post-match interview. The reporter who interviewed him started with congratulating him for the award then asked him a few questions. One of the questions was what inspired him to do very well on the pitch, especially last month – since he got the POTM title – and before he revealed his inspiration, he looked at Y/N, who was standing a little further on the side, and bit his lip for a short while before his lips formed a wide grin he thought was unnoticeable.

“Umm… My life partner, Y/N. They really motivated me and will always do in the best ways they can and so, whenever I do well on the pitch, they will always get all the credits.” Christian proudly answered.

“I’m better as a player on the pitch and a person off the pitch because of them.” He added without letting Y/N leave his sight.

Y/N heard what Christian said and immediately blushed, then shyly waved their hand off their face trying to deny his ‘claim’. Christian noticed them and giggled.

“Look at them,” as he shamelessly pointed at embarrassed Y/N, “they’re trying to deny it but they know I said nothing but facts!” He laughed. “They get me going, always.”

The reporter let out an “Awww!” so loudly because he was loving the admiration Christian has towards Y/N – not only that, the genuine supportiveness between Y/N and Christian felt like one of a kind, like the world truly revolves around them.

“It feels like it’s Christian Pulisic and Y/F/N’s world and we’re all just living in it!” The reporter laughed.

He then offered to bring Y/N in to join the interview. “Would you bring them here to talk with us?” 

Usually, Y/N and Christian don’t really like to show their relationship off and try to do less PDA (public display of affection) just because they both prefer to keep things between themselves. But this time, Christian decided to show Y/N to the world, so he agreed to bring them in and called Y/N by whistling at them, then signaled Y/N to come join the interview with his hands. Y/N refused at first, so Christian excused himself and came towards them to pick them up himself.

“Come on baby, don’t need to be shy.” He gently whispered while stroking Y/N's shoulder to calm and convince them.

Y/N was nervous because they were not used to being in front of a camera, but at the time, suddenly Y/N felt a change of heart and could no longer refuse Christian.

“Uh… Alright, lead the way…” Y/N reluctantly agreed.

Christian grabbed Y/N’s hand and took them back to the interview spot.

Once Y/N got there and stood in front of the camera, the reporter excitedly greeted them. They weren’t comfortable at first, but with one of Christian’s hands holding theirs and the other hand gently stroking their upper arm, they felt more at ease.

“So, Y/N, how do you feel with Christian winning December’s Player of the Month and credited you as his biggest inspiration?” The reporter asked Y/N.

“Well, I wouldn’t take the credit because I know this guy has worked his butt off the entire time since he joined the club,” they stated, “so all I can say is that with his own hard work and determination that I have the privilege to witness, he’s purely earned the ‘Player of the Month’ title on his own.”

This time, Christian was the one who was blushing like crazy – he was utterly unaware and completely speechless!

“How proud can you say you are of him?” The reporter threw another question at Y/N.

“Oh, proud is an understatement!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I think at this point he is sick of hearing how proud I am of him.” Y/N laughed as they playfully pinched Christian’s cheek .

“But I will never get tired of saying it and will always mean every word.” Y/N continued as they gazed into his eyes.

Everyone who was watching could tell how swoon Christian was – his face couldn’t hide anything at this point.

“See? I do have the best partner in life.” Christian added a little comment as he kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“Oh I can feel my heart melting!” The reporter commented before he closed the interview. “Congratulations once again, Christian, and have a wonderful time celebrating you two!” 

“Thanks for having us!” Christian said while he shook the reporter’s hand before leaving the pitch with you.

As you both walked out the pitch, he whispered at you, “What an answer you had, baby…”

“I know right!? And I don’t even need any media training!” Y/N replied as they jokingly stuck their tongue out at Christian.

“Yeah okay, no need to brag…” Christian shook his head while his hand caressed the top of Y/N’s head.

“By the way, I’ll never get tired of hearing how much you’re proud of me.” He added.

“I know,” Y/N nodded, “because to me, you will always be my player of the month.”

Christian smiled, then leaned in to give a quick yet loving kiss on Y/N’s lips.

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taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @brasiliangp @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Whump Intro

Hi, hello! 

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to @i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit. 

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you. 

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes: 

*Fantasy whump 

Magic w/ consequences

Captivity

Torture/punishments 

Restraints

Dub/non-con 

Emotional whump/angst 

Defiant whumpee

Breaking whumpee to the point of hopeless despair before building them back up again

Revenge against whumper 

Creepy/intimate whumper 

Named characters 

Recovery arcs, bonus points for romance <3

Eventual Happy endings after copious amounts of suffering

I write what I like, btw. I have written explicit romance previously, but I’m not sure if I will here.

I will try to be diligent with my warnings, but as those are new for me as well, I may miss some. Please let me know if I do and I will fix it! (within reason, don't ask me to tag something like sadness. that's a typical emotion. extremes like depression, yes. sadness, no.)

* Disclaimer: I will only ever write fantasy. I prefer to read fantasy as well, but I have made exceptions when I get the tropes I want :D 

Squicks: 

I’m willing to try most anything once. 

In general though, I tend to avoid cannibalism, major character death, hard-core conditioning, whumper redemptions, bad caretakers 

I’m excited to join the community here and looking forward to participating in Whumptober! I have no idea how well I’ll keep up since I only decided to write for it 3 days before the event, but I’m willing to try 😅

Even if I can’t keep up during October's events, I do plan to finish the storyline and there will be a happy end :D  

Fuck, this got long. Sorry!!!

See you all around! 💜

[slut4buckysarm]

More than Friends.

Characters: Chris Evans.

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Fighting, Language, Kissing, Drugs.

ALL mistakes are my own.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.

I admire every single comment, reblog, follow, and like to a great extent :).

ALSO: feel free to send asks about anything and don’t be shy. i’m so fkn bored. I have nothing to do lol.

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The lights are red and the music is blasting.

Why is he ignoring me?

I start to dance with a random guy and I can feel Chris' crystal blue eyes watching me. The stranger places sloppy kisses on my neck and I've had enough.

"I'll be back cowboy," I say before escaping his arms and making my way through the crowd. Hopping over to the bar, I motion for the bartender to come over.

"How can I help ya, sexy?" he asks.

"Ah, I'll have a Cosmo, please, and thank you," I reply dismissing the latter comment.

I sit across from Chris and place my drink on the table between us. He taps the end of his joint and looks away from me.

Alright. Two can play at that game.

I pick the cherry out of my drink and eat it. That catches his attention. The juice drips off of my lip and trails to my chin. I wipe it with my finger and suck it while keeping my eyes on the man in front of me.

Chris man spreads in defense and tilts his head back, letting out some smoke. When he comes back to look at me, I smirk at him, acting like I'm not affected. "How bout' another dance, sweetheart?" the man from before asks.

“No thanks. I’m good”.

“Oh damn. No need to be a bitch about it”

“Excuse me?” I say shocked.

Chris quickly gets up and makes his way around the table.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?!" he yells.

"Your little whore!" the man shouts in his face.

That one sentence was enough to have Chris' hand make contact with the asshole's face.

Chris throws three or four punches and gets hit by one before knocking the man out. I grab Chris' right arm and take him to the men's bathroom. It’s empty so I lock it.

"Sit down." I push him on the sink and he is forced to sit on it. I grab a tissue and start cleaning up the blood on his face.

"Shit. There's no water." I mumble irritated.

"Use your spit."

"That's not hygienic," I reply disgusted.

He shrugs and I lick my finger. I start to wipe off the blood and I squint knowing it must burn.

"Why are you doing that?" Chris asks.

"Why am I doing.. what?"

"With your face. You're squishing it together. It's weird." he laughs.

I roll my eyes and straighten out my face.

He keeps staring me in the eyes and it bubbles something within me.

“What?”.

He slowly shakes his head while maintaining eye contact.

"You're staring," I say still wiping the blood off of his forehead.

"Shamelessly so, yes," he replies, electric blue eyes staring into my Y/E/C ones.

I can't help but smile “God, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt”.

He smirks knowing that the chance of that was slim to none. I punch him in his right shoulder and he looks at me as if I had just insulted him.

“Can you just be serious for one minute Cevans?!”

The man smirks still holding eye contact “Yell at me again, darlin'. I like it when you’re demanding and caring at the same time”.

I let out a small chuckle and he does the same, hiding that he sees something in me. Something he hasn't seen in anyone before. He quickly changes his mood to anger, grabs a grip of my arm, and says “We’re going home”.

“No. You can go home. I’m not going anywhere yet”.

Without further argument, he tosses the joint he’s smoking to the side and hurls me over his shoulder. I try to get him to put me down as he carries me to his car.

"What is your problem?!" I yell while he speeds down an abandoned road.

"You. You're my problem, Y/F/N" he replies.

"What are you talking about. Stop the car!". He ignores me.

“I said STOP the car!!” Chris keeps his grip on the wheel tight, so much so that his knuckles turn pale.

"CHRIS PULLOVER!!" I shout and he pulls his 1979 Chevy Camaro to the side of the road. I get out of the vehicle and slam the door shut behind me. Chris follows.

"Y/F/N get back in the car".

"No." I protest.

"It's pouring".

"What the hell was that back in the club?" I ask rubbing my hands together for some kind of warmth.

"Here, take this," Chris says walking up to me and takes off his blazer. He puts it on me and steps back.

"What is your problem C? I mean you've been ignoring me all day and then you fucking pick me up and force me into your stupid, old car." I say.

"Hey, it's vintage, not old!".

Clenching my fists, I glare at him. "Ugh. I'm walking home".

"You let him all over you".

I turn around.

"You fucking let him touch your ass. You let him kiss you for God's sake!!" he yells.

“Why do you care so much about my life anyway?!!” I reproach.

“CAUSE' I LIKE YOU Y/F/N! A LOT!!”.

That's enough to shut me up. He walks closer to me and puts his hands on my face.

"When I'm with you it feels as though the whole world comes to a stop. As though the stars start shining brighter. It feels like time waits for us. When I'm with you, I feel parts of myself come together. Parts I thought couldn’t ever mix. And I'm scared. Scared that you don't feel the same way. I'm scared of losing you, darlin'." he discloses putting a wet lock of my hair behind my ear.

I stare at his lips and then lock eyes with him “I like you too, C”.

Without another word, he smashes his lips onto mines and grabs a handful of my hair. We fight for dominance and at that moment it truly does feel as though the whole world comes to a stop for us. As though the stars start shining brighter for us. It feels like time waits for us. I start to feel parts of myself come together. Parts I thought couldn’t ever mix.

please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed.

[wittyrosebush]

Dream Smp Reacting to a Witch!Hybrid Part 2

Pronouns: They/them

Includes: Schlatt, Technoblade, Tubbo (PLATONIC), Ranboo (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint (Schlatt and Ranboo)

A/N: Y'ALL I NEARLY CRIED WHEN I CHECKED THE MORNING AFTER I POSTED THE FIRST PART (/hj). I was not expecting to get as much notes as I did, I'm so happy that people are enjoying what I'm writing!

Also, I am writing Schlatt from the Manburg v. Pogtopia war and Techno, Tubbo, and Ranboo from the current (season 3 I think lol) time in the streams. Sorry that Ranboo's headcanon is a little short 😅.

Once again, feedback is always welcome! Whether it's a reblog with some constructive criticism or a private message, I'd appreciate anything I could get. And if you don't feel like saying anything that's okay, too!

(NOT MY GIF)

Schlatt

It was a pretty bad day for you

While searching for supplies, you were captured by Manburg forces

On the way to a holding cell, you and the captors (which were Quackity and Fundy) were brought to a stop by a tall ram hybrid

He snarled at the two men and they quickly let you go before walking away

He rolled his eyes at the sight of the other hybrid

"What were you doing near the walls?"

"I was gathering supplies for a potion-"

"Are you good at making potions?"

"I mean I'm part witch so I'm decent."

He hummed and crossed his arms

"Snarky, rebellious, and a hybrid? You must be after my own heart."

He looked you up and down before smirking

Y'all know what smirk I'm talking about

"How about this: you work for me and I'll give you protection throughout my nation and all the resources you could ask for."

After that day, you reluctantly worked for him, often sending him glares whenever you thought he wasnt looking

"Look at that asshole, I bet he gives good hugs. >:( "

You and Schlatt are literally the dictionary definition of the enemies to lovers trope

You guys are either at each other's throats or shamelessly making heart eye

When he's making sure everyone is being productive, he always stays a little while longer

Schlatt will legit spend the day with you so he could "examine your effectiveness during work"

Totally not flirting with you and pulling you close to him whenever you so much as looked at him

Schlatt totally keeps at least 20 potions you made in his office

Not really because he's using them, but because he just likes to be reminded of you

But if anyone asks him he'll get incredibly defensive and say that they are for professional reasons

Absolutely not because he has a big fat crush on you

He tells you corny shit all the time

"Hey, Y/n, I need you to turn someone into a frog."

"Is everyday Halloween for you?"

"I'll give you 30 bucks if you can fly away on that broomstick."

He may take a long time to admit it but loves you so much

Technoblade

Phil introduced you to one another

You and Phil had been friends for a while before he introduced you to each other

You were dropping off some potions for him in the Antarctic Empire when a piglin walked in the door

The blonde smiled and walked towards his friend

"Oh hey, Techno! How was the nether?"

The piglin huffed and started to walk away before Phil put a hand on his shoulder

"We have a guest, this is Y/n."

You smiled and gave a small wave

"It's nice to meet you!"

Techno only grunted and walked to a separate room

The witch hybrid frowned before Phil laid a small hand on their shoulder

"Don't worry about him, Y/n, he's not very welcoming to strangers."

From then on, it was your mission to get him to like you

For weeks you spent making elaborate potions to try to win over some of the piglin's attention but to seemingly no avail

He would just look at the potion for a few seconds, grunt, and walk away

That was until the snowstorm

Out of nowhere, a snowstorm pummeled through the Antarctic Empire

Technoblade found you in the snow and took you inside the house, laying you next to the fire

After a few hours, you slowly opened your eyes

Where am I?

Why was it so warm?

Was I kidnapped on the way to see Phil?

"You were passed out in the snow."

You quickly sat up, thinking he had read your mind as he grabbed a potion

He walked over to you, offering the glass

"It's one of the health potions you made me. Please, drink up."

"You actually kept those?"

He nodded, moving to a seperate chair

"They are... actually pretty useful."

After a few minutes of warming up and awkward silence, you spoke up with a small smile

"Thank you, Techno."

The next couple of weeks were spent giving each other small acts of affection

You'd give him more potions and he'd spend more time with you

He claimed that he was just "protecting you in case of another storm" but we all know that man is soft for you

He likes using both his own and potions he gets from you

He's confident in his ability to brew potions but he finds the fact that it is a product of your doing to be comforting

Techno did everything in his power to keep you away from violence, but it usually didn't work

Even though he cared about your safety more than anything else, he needed your expertise in case he or his allirs were to get hurt

But he still needs at least an hour to hold you afterwards, mumbling about how worried he was for you and how he loves and appreciates that you do this for him

Tubbo

You were the best potion brewer on the SMP

Late for a therapy appointment and need to get there ASAP without it lasting for a long time? You make a potion of swiftness that will last for 45 seconds

Super stressed for an exam you have tomorrow? How lucky it is that you make a potion of fixation so you can study hard for a few hours

Everyone came to you for potions of all, whether is was simple or incredibly specific

And that's how you met Tubbo

He knew about your reputation as the best witch on the server and he was in dire need of a potion

This is why he stood at your door with his very tired child sniffling in his arms

"Hey, I know it's late but do you have something that could help my son? He has this cold and won't sleep because of a cough. I really just need him to feel better and-"

"Oh I can try to help with that! Just give me a few minutes to make sure the potion is safe for him."

He nodded and followed you back inside

You led him to sit on a small couch with the baby zombie piglin and walked towards your brewing stand

After a few minutes, you smiled and sat next to Tubbo

"I usually don't make potions for children, but this should be the right dosage for your son."

He let out a sigh of relief and gently took the potion

"Thank you so much, is there anyway I can repay you?"

"No payment necessary! I'm just happy to help your son."

Tubbo looked taken aback but suddenly smirked at you

"We should capitalize on this >:) ."

The next few days were spent at Snowchester, learning how to start your own business from Tubbo

You quickly became friends with him

After starting your business, you made regular trips to Snowchester

Sometimes it was to drop potions off for clients, other times it was to cause absolute chaos with your best friend

Whether that be selling powerful potions or pulling pranks on anyone in sight

One of your favorite pranks was when you and him gave Tommy a potion of emense strength and when he went to give Quackity a pat on the back he sent him flying out the window

Luckily he was able to fall into water but the sight of the usually charismatic and stoic casino man screaming like a toddler at Tommy for trying to kill him

Of course both of you explained what happened through wheezes and watched as the two turned tomato red

"That wasn't funny at all-"

"It was hilarious!"

"It was kind of funny, Big Q."

"You children don't get to speak."

"It was a little amusing..."

"BRUH-"

You and Tubbo are a chaotic force of nature in a very good way

Ranboo

Let's be honest

You meet the enderman hybrid through Tubbo

The poor boy is too awkward and busy taking care of his son to be making a lot of acquaintances

So building off of how you met his husband, you were probably introduced to each other soon after meeting Tubbo

You meet him when you go to check on Michael after his visit

Tubbo introduces you, of course

"Ranboo, this is Y/n! They are the witch that helped Michael feel better."

And he honestly didn't need to hear anything else before determining that he liked you

After all, you helped one of the most important people in his life, so you must be a good person!

Once you started visiting Snowchester more, the two of you became close friends!

You found the hybrid incredibly interesting

He would always be happy for you to test new potions on him, too

You enjoyed the challenge of figuring out what ingredients would be most effective for his genetics, while Ranboo was happy to be helping a friend and learning a bit along the way

He absolutely gets all of his potions from you

You are one of the few people that not only have the skill to make quality potions, but to also know what would work for the hybrid's body

You two are one of the more calmer friends

Rather than pulling off pranks or causing chaos, you guys mostly just walk around the server and talk about what's going on

Your friendship is wholesome af

[littleperilstories]

October's End

The end of Whumptober, the dawn of Nanowrimo, and moving forward

First: thank you to ANYONE and EVERYONE who had a peek at my Whumptober stories at any point! You are all so dear to my heart!

I'm doing Nanowrimo this year (plus working full-time, lol) so I won't be actively working on any whump stories throughout the month of November. However, I have a solid amount of un-posted TPOT (The Prince of Thieves) written and ready to rock, so I will be posting that from time to time. I will update my TPOT masterpost as I go!

If you're interested in any non-whump writing updates or various Nanowrimo shenanigans, my writeblr is sweetheartstoryline. Feel free to come along for the ride!

The abysmally-titled Fen and Freddie got a decent amount of love throughout October, so I may write more chapters/scenes featuring Fen, Freddie, Kain, and Bridget, but I don't have anything ready to go at the moment. Stay tuned, I guess?

I'd love to read some and reblog some fun whump stories to keep this blog active while I'm concentrating on Nanowrimo. I made a "whump things I love" list here if you want to check it out, but feel free to shamelessly promote your own writing or any other stories you love and think deserve some attention!

Remember to take care of yourself first!

lots of love,

littleperilstories

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve (especially post serum) is such a Sub it makes me sad that there’s not a lot of sub!Steve fics 😞😞

I KNOW RIGHT!?

I, personally, see parts of stucky as doms and subs or as tops and bottoms differently depending on the era (prewar, during ww2, canon, canon divergent, shrinkyclinks, etc.) but I am always down for big sub Steve. Ask me about him any time and I'll happily provide lol

But as of for today, some things to wet your appetite for post-serum sub Steve, anon.

If you're looking for specific fics. Here are some from AO3:

(And, yes, I shamelessly am going to also include my own because they're the first in my brain as that's where they live rent free)

"Fulfill Me" by me

"Customer Service" by me

"Caving In" by me

"Let Me Get A Try" by me

"Good Boy" by me

"Baby Seasons Change But People Don't" by me

"As You Seep On In And Keep Me Down" by thiccbuckybarnes

^ HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

"this ledge i'm on" by gacelesso

"Blush Pink" by voluptuous_panic

"trial run" by greenbergsays

"Nothing Like A Dame" by abelrunner

^ (Okay, okay, that one is a Peggy/Steve/Bucky not just Stucky BUT Steve is Peggy's sub and Bucky is both Peggy's and Steve's sub and I enjoyed it so if you don't mind ww2 threesome than it's fun.)

"Run That Mouth" by maddiewritesstucky

"Six Or Seven" by 13Queen

"Mirror Mirror" by 13Queen

"Deja Vu" by 13Queen

If you want specific hcs/drabbles/Tumblr fics:

(Again, I'm putting mine first here too because I know which ones they are and where haha)

Needy newly serumed up Steve by my

Stucky tub sex by me

Jock Steve getting dicked down by me

Submissive Steve tops Bucky by me

Steve likes being licked by me

Mean, jock Bucky and crier Steve by @maddiewritesstucky

Semen Bucket Steve by @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3

Semen Bucket Steve P.2 by @the1918

Sensitive Stevie by @the1918

^ okay, that one doesn't really have post serum Steve but... I couldn't resist

Steve getting choked by @viperbranium

Puppy Subby Steve by @ipoiledi

Steve and Bucky having marathon sex by @ipoiledi

(^ technically just bottom Steve but it's blazingly hot)

Steve wearing a vibrating plug by @ixalit

If you want specific Tumblr creatives who I know appreciate big sub Steve:

@the1918 - search their Tumblr for omega Steve and that's pretty much big sub Steve, its some of my favorite stuff (I didn't include it above 'cause I don't know if you're into A/B/O or not, anon). Some of the sweetest big sub Steve too. Or just straight up look up #SubSteveAnon on their blog because *chefs kiss*

@howdoyousleep3 - search her catalog for baby Stevie and daddy James and you will find a TON of treasures within that!

@maddiewritesstucky - I don't know if this counts but search her blog for #JockVerse and you'll find not always explicitly sub Steve stuff but... there's just something about jock Steve thats got Vibes™️ if you know what I mean ;)

Also!

If anyone out there sees this and knows of more Sub Steve content, yours or others, feel more than welcome to reply or reblog with additions!!

[sunbeamsandmoonrays]

I posted 12,166 times in 2021

151 posts created (1%)

12015 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 79.6 posts.

I added 18,622 tags in 2021

#queue me baby - 11792 posts

#lol - 1350 posts

#nature - 1338 posts

#shadow and bone - 807 posts

#ouat - 798 posts

#lovely edit - 596 posts

#smallville - 525 posts

#cute animals - 497 posts

#lotr - 471 posts

#captain swan - 448 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#actually i wouldn't be surprised if neo made a deal with the machines to save her...but maybe the machines did it on their own volition??

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Okay, so I'm going to rant a bit about how NBC has covered gymnastics this Olympics. For at least the last 3 summer games (because these are the games I remember), they would at least cover the host country? Of course they had to show China in Beijing, considering they won gold, but I remember seeing the GB and Brazilian teams during their respective Olympics. And this games...almost nothing about Japan. I think I saw 2 events of the Japanese men's team, and they won silver!! You would think we should have seen more of them and their accomplishments/skill??

If not show the host team, maybe even show the bronze medalists? It would have been nice to even see the GB ladies' bronze routine, too, but nooo. What they kept on showing in-between the US and ROC events was a close up of Simone's expression or a slow-mo replay of Simone's vault. They even at one point played an actual montage of Simone's mistakes during the qualifications and the competition at St. Louis! Listen, the people in the US already knew what happened - either from social media, the news, or from watching the live stream. We only needed to see that vault once and move on.

And before someone cuts in with, "There was no time - the swimming events right after were live," I'm saying there would have been time to cover...y'know...actual gymnastics, if the network had decided not to shamelessly stick a camera in Simone's face in the hopes she would have a public breakdown or something.

24 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 15:07:48 GMT

#4

Sooooo after I thoroughly lost my mind watching the masterpiece Jodhaa Akbar (my queue is now full of edits...coming to a dash near you), I decided that my need to see Aishwarya and Hrithik on my screen has not gone away...so I'm watching Dhoom 2! It looks really fun and silly, so I'm gonna liveblog my experience. Block the tag if you don't want to see my takes lol.

26 notes • Posted 2021-03-22 01:10:48 GMT

#3

It's missing Shib Sibs hours...

27 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 20:30:42 GMT

#2

Me watching Katie Ledecky and Erica Sullivan win gold and silver in the 1500m free:

30 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 03:17:43 GMT

#1

love’s not a thing you get to choose (try to resist and you’ll always lose) by @snowsinthenorth​

Born into House Lannister with the coloring of her Tully kin, Sansa is an outcast from the start. With no living parents, she is shuffled from castle to castle in her childhood until she is installed in Queen Cersei’s household in the Red Keep. As war breaks out in the aftermath of Ned Stark’s execution, Sansa is caught in the middle of the conflict and finds her way to the part of her family that she never knew before. As she comes to know her mother’s family and draws closer to the enigmatic bastard of her deceased uncle, Sansa discovers that she is a bigger part of the great game than she ever imagined.

95 notes • Posted 2021-03-15 11:00:50 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[kyojuuros]

hi! i'm sort of an old SNK fan who's been out of touch w/ the fandom for a while (4 years lol), particularly here on tumblr and other social media. just wondering if i could get a few blog recs or even accs on other social media like twitter of good sources for SNK fanart, info, meta, gifs, etc. whoever you think is cool is fine; i've been following you for a long time so i respect your taste a lot! hope this request isn't too much trouble, and have a nice day ^^

Okay, hi!! I hope you saw my message earlier about being a bit busy today. If not, I’m sorry for the delay! And thanks so much for the kind comments and for following me for so long!! 😭💕😭💕

I know I’m gonna miss a bunch of people but in any case I hope this can at least be a good foundation? Most of the people that I reblog from regularly reblog snk content as well, so they are all worth a follow.

Just keep in mind these people might by multifandom or have ships and stuff, since you didn’t specify anything about all that. And also possible manga spoilers if you aren’t caught up. :D

For currently/recently active graphic makers: @tatakaeeren, @ravenliz, @toukatan, @ackersoul, @uttsukushi, @sirelo, @dragonsofarcadia, @sookashira, @kenmai, @koi—kun, @superjaegerbros, @prince-rivailles, @nakamatoo, @rubydragon16, @erenyegar, @anojima, @silversunkiss & then you can follow @attackontitans, @fyshingeki and @dailyshingeki for graphic rebagles.

Active meta writers (some I agree with and some I don’t, but that’s the beauty of meta and analysis): @dirtylevi, @thisworldgodonlyknows, @etoincognito, @marley-warriors-of-demon-blood, @hamliet, @jeanandthedreamofhorses, @momtaku, @metasnkpotato, @aspoonofsugar, @snktoughts, @erenthecoordinate, @ghostmartyr, @yaboylevi, @echo-from-the-void, @tinylevisackerstan, @aotopmha

Active fanartists are a lot harder to condense since there are so many and I probably miss some, but the ones I’ve seen around most lately (please keep in mind many of these artists do draw ships): @lampurpleart, @meatkasa, @dinklebertarts, @askmermanlevi, @emememe22, @omarvinillustrations, @armin-hearteyes-arlert, @ortmin, @nicartz, @alinajames, @vallarii, @k0zuha, @daohiwa, @mellowmln, @twius0, @erenecatombe, @illopii, @larkei, @roxe-kun, @anitora24, @littleskrib, @ermioney, @noaryr, @noenoh, @juniperarts (this person has the most adorable snk/bnha crossover series going on right now!)

Other cool/active blogs (and really this is mostly just me shamelessly plugging friends lolol): @lampurple, @attraversiamo19, @omglevixeren, @fluffymusketeer, @stalrua, @kuchenackerman (tell this hoe to make graphics again), @mikasuhdude, @jungianca6, @it-sucks-to-be-jean, @ocearmin, @ackerarms, @micasaas, @albatrost, @bimikasa, @inkonice, @attackonmomlife, @zamiraruth, @rolling-wavves, @dreamy-heichou, @arlertt, @eldianpaths, @lindowyn, @hilow, @shizekarnstein, @scout850, @the-not-so-dark-age, @aboutmikasa, @reikukaja, @foxstens, @roxi4, @suniuz, @kagirinai

I know this isn’t everyone and not even close, but I hope that this gives you a good foundation to start on!

[trashtfcanons]

Hello! I noticed that despite just starting your blog has kicked off to a good start! I was wondering, do you have any tips? I'm thinking of starting my own blog but I'm not quite sure how to go about it. I mean I know the process of setting up a blog, but then getting followers and whatnot? I'm just curious.

 Hola! I’m going to be honest, I’m really not sure how I got here, really just blown away with the positive feedback and attention I’ve been getting (thank you!) Really that’s thanks to all you guys, an interested audience is always a surefire way to motivate you to write more, and the more you write I find the more audience you gain. I started this blog super randomly after I joined a discord with sfw-imagines (won’t tag em cuz that’d be annoying I’m sure lol but go check them out!) and expressed that I was thinking about starting a blog just like theirs, and they were all “DO THE THING BOI”…. so I kinda did? The first day I didn’t recieve any asks (naturally as I didn’t have any followers yet). So I reached out to another headcanons blog: letsdiscussrobots (again won’t tag ‘em outta decency but if you haven’t already 10/10 check their blog it’s amazing) asking for tips and they, clearly a cinnamon roll, promo’d me! I was suddenly getting asks and you know the rest ;) 

But here are a couple more tips, tricks and lessons/mistakes I learned in the couple days I’ve spent running this headcanons blog:

This is mostly just personal stuff, I am NO EXPERT ohboi but here goes nothing:

1. Reach out to other similar blogs for promos and advice - this isn’t a competition, and the Transformers fandom, being the positive A++ community that it is, will always cherish new contributors, no matter the medium! Many (including me! hello friend) will be more than happy to help you out.

2. It’s okay to be intense with your rules - I write headcanons on this blog and take on your prompts, but I recognize that at the end of the day, I’m also doing this for myself too. If you’re not comfortable with writing something or writing someone EVEN if there’s really nothing wrong with writing, you have the right to say no or just move on from it. If you have no idea as to what you’re okay with and what you can’t bring yourself to write about, leave the rules general as I did, and then once the asks roll in you can start editing it based on what you see!

3. Take your time - You have no deadlines! Remember this especially. I’ve gotten some messages asking about previous asks that weren’t answered yet, it’ always either because I wasn’t feeling it OR because I’m still trying to work ‘em out to make them acceptable to me. I like to go in with my headcanons, and very rarely are they off the cuff, so I’ll take the time and research and improvise when I need to; which, while I wan’t to get your asks answered as fast as possible, takes priority.

4. Be on top of your inbox and opening/closing requests - This was my mistake, I’m pretty swamped with asks right now, and while I want to have an endless list of asks to pick and choose from, I have quite a few to get through now. So my advice is open for very short periods of time and close often, that will allow you the chance to open more often and the questions to vary more if that makes sense.

5. It’s okay to take some days off - I’ve been having a pretty rough time between being sick and getting my school work done and updating here beyond reblogging and short commentary, so I’ve been taking time off for the past few days. And while I feel terrible about not answering anything lately, I acknowledge that I do it so I can be on top of my game and not just trying to get things done for the sake of them being done. We’re all human, and breaks are needed, otherwise we become the tired amalgamation of mess and sadness and tͭͫ̚h̗͂̂ě̪͍̲̙̿̔̋̊ d͔͔͍͒ͅa͍̫̥͊̆̀͌ͨ̓̚ṟ̻̼̩̭̬̊ͦͬkͤë̠̳̘̙͎̜̙́ͤ̏̒s͓͈ͪͭ̈́ͧͪ͑̽t̹̞̥̝̲̥ͬ͋ͤ̋̚ v̯͔̥͍̉̏̑͡o͍͐̈́ͪ̾̅ͨ̚iͣ̒͡d̠̝̯̬͉͓̑̿͆̎ͫ͋ͮ͝ that is your friendly neighbourhood trash (oVo)/)  

3 words: treat. yo. self.

6. Do your research and use it shamelessly - Find out the small things about a character and add your own depth to it! Or even use the small things to your advantage when writing about them for a different purpose; I like to add references to other continuities or hidden bits of lore in my headcanons, not to mention pop culture references tidbits as often as possible! (You think Swerve’s reference to Juliette Binoche when talking about sweets and Smokescreen wanting to be a red mustang and then telling Arcee about it were mistakes son?) tl;dr I find that characters really resonate with people when you play up the little things: the ticks and subtle touches found in actual canon can very well become your best friend. 

6. Be cheesy. Have fun. Do you boo - This is your time to experiment, and take it from me, you may feel sometimes that your writing is embarassing or not good because it’s sappy or weird or too kinky or ooc, none of this is true. This fandom was made for aimless fan interpretation, ***nothing*** is impossible, because the official works themselves don’t let ANYTHING be impossible for them either. Megatron became a pacifist and an Autobot, Optimus became a dude who travelled to galactic bars just so he could prove how much he no longer gives a flying fadoodle about ‘the cause’ then came back and took a giant dump on Starscreams dreams… because he could. Ergo: Do the thing and be proud of it, no matter how out of wack, because no matter what people will always want to listen to anything that has to do with something they keep close to their hearts. 

AND REMEMBER KIDS: CRAZY IS THE NORM So let Tailgate say fuck and Rodimus have a daddy kink, because at the end of the day James Roberts might just actually indulge you.

[jjkfire]

heyo! I saw your reply to Anon asking for blogs with more positive vibes and I'm here to shamelessly promote my blog /fab hairflip/ ^^ I'm a BTS blog, but I reblog and post a lot of positive and inspiring posts too, I'm sick of negativity too so I try to keep my own dash and blog as clean and happy as possible :-) (I really feel like I'm advertising here lol)

haha aw this was cute! here you go anon, another positive blog to follow 😊