#npt: follow

[maryelliepandora]

CURIOSITÀ SU SALLY WILLIAMS

1) Sally ha 8 anni no 12 né 18

2) Sam Williams non è canonica come creepypasta perciò no non è il cugino di Sally 3) Sally non sta con Ben

4) Sally non ha mai incontrato Slenderman (la slenderhouse è fandom no Canon)

5) all'epoca venne molto criticata come creepypasta poiché non ispirava terrore ma il vero obiettivo è pensare che un abuso è all'ordine del giorno e la paura vera è che potrebbe avvenire anche in famiglia...

6) L'età di Sally venne cambiata a 18 anni per permettere le ship (non è un cambiamento canonico)

7) Sally è una ghostpasta

8) Sally non esiste questa storia è inventata

#sallywilliams #curiosità #creepypastafandom #creepypastas #creepypastaoc #maryelliepandora #followers #followmytiktok #follow #npt #fyp #tiktokitalia #creepy #creepyfacts #creepypastafamily #tiktokhorror #creepystories

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[angeltism]

would it b weird 2 req oz (g.i) themed npts from a blog . . . like yeah uu do gen.shin reqs but uhhhh . is that too specific or weird . bird . nawt even a playable character . literally an e move .

[sadiecoocoo]

What if I combined both of them and made it so at first the Batch are all affected by the inhibitor chips but one of them hits their head and break free and get the others out but by then Echo was already experimented on enough to have executed order 66? Or have just basically gone insane from paranoia and hates them for what they did to him while promising to protect him while doing it?

I’m so writing this now

I read a ficlet about the entire batch except Echo executing order sixty six and they had to find a way for it to work for echo otherwise the empire would have killed him and then Echo’s there kind of terrified because the batch were literally hurting him and messing with his head like the techno union had and now I really really want to make an entire chaptered fic about this but also I’m working on two other tbb fics right now but also what’s one more?

The same author made a fic about echo and cross being the only ones to be affected by the chips but it was infused and only had one chapter and I kinda wanna do something with that too but the first one seems like more fun right now

Idk would anyone be interested in either of these?

The original fic is called Blind Trust by Kaito_Dragneel

[moonpascal]

go onto pinterest and select the first image the pops up when you search the following: breakfast, weather, drink, jewellery, quote, hobby, clothes, house, car

thank you sm @nervoushottee for tagging me! i love you 🤎

npt: @pizzaapeteer @amiableness @mischievousmoony @pretty-little-mind33 @lupinsweater @msmk11 @lovemenotts @sun-kissy @depressedcoffeeobsess @softlyneptune @lovetaylorrussellgrr @kaybedumb @blocked-zombieartist + anyone wanting to join <3

[nika6q]

Starting new thread...

List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people!

Thanks for the tag, @dystopicjumpsuit , @heyclickadee , @niobiumao3

Disclaimer: I will follow none of the above rules.

1) Delicious in Dungeon: Senshi

2) The Bad Batch: Tech/Mayday 

3) The Sandman: Dream/Delirium 

4) GI Joe: Snake eyes 

5) Russian Literature?: Alexei Karamazov

6) Batman: Batman/Poison ivy

7) Vikings: Ivar

8) The Clone Wars: Maul/Rex/Wolffe

9) Mandolorian: Mandolorian 

10) Star Wars other: Thrawn

NPTs: @eobe; @ele-millennial-weirdo; @jedi-bird; @drafthorsemath; @wings-and-beskar

[iamgayforyourmom1510]

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :3

Don't Smile - Sabrina Carpenter

Yours - Conan Gray

I hate it Here - Taylor Swift

Guilty As Sin - Taylor Swift

R U Mine - Arctic Monkeys

npt: @hellincarnation @sspadfoot @ellecdc @wishiwereheather13 @moon-girl88 @im-on-crack-send-help @main-agar-kahun @anything-for-my-moony-1971 +anyone else who wants to join <<3

[blacksgarden]

How Pinterest Sees Me

Go on the Pinterest and select the first image the pops up when you search the following:

animal + planet + hobby + season + colour + character + food + plant + place

Personally, I have a problem with Pinterest that if I don't add the word 'core' or 'aesthetic' behind these words, I end up getting Buzzfeed quizzes for results. If any of you guys have the same problem, feel free to cheat a little.

This is not an aesthetic at all 💀 It's all over the place like I am XD

Npt: @msblacklupin, @somewereinthegalaxi, @cometsghost and @🫵(you behind the screen looking at this post! Open-tag)

[kayylivesinchaos]

REBLOG IF YOU CAN

im trying to get as many marauders fans to see this post

im no-pressure tagging a few people, if you see this post reblog and tag who you think might be interested in reading this!

under the cut there's a link to a marauders fic I'm writing on ao3 (rosekiller, jegulus, wolfstar, xenodora and dorlene) and the Instagram page dedicated to it.

thanks!

ig:

npt:

@mairon-goth-minion @jaybirdbluejay @whydousernamesevenexist @earthisaweirdplace @ultravioletbrit @angellane444 @reglymoon @noblehouseofgay @look-a-gay @moonyswarmsweaters @kathryn-maraudersversion @starsarestories @moutainrusing @outromoony

[joelmillerisapunk]

WIP Wednesday Tuesday

I know it's a little early for WIP day but I'm hoping to finish something and post it tomorrow (hoping being the key word here) so here's two javi snippets stripper and dbf (bc the javi brainrot is incredibly real rn) Stripper!Javi (in random fun lil snippets lol)

His hand wrapped around his shaft, a groan slipping from his lips as he began to stroke slowly, matching the rhythm you’d set for yourself. “Look at me,” he said, his voice low and rough, filled with unrestrained desire. “Don’t hide from me, nena.”

The sight of him, so confident, so completely at ease with his own pleasure, made your own need intensify. Your movements quickened, your body arching slightly as the tension in your core built. His gaze flickered over you, drinking in every shiver, every gasp, every movement of your hand.

“Dios mío,” he murmured, his strokes becoming faster as he watched you. “You’re so beautiful like this. I could watch you forever.” 

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You hesitated, your heart racing, unsure of what he was asking. But he took your hand, pulling you gently to your feet, and his lips brushed your ear. “I want you to dance for me. Just for me.”

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“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands tightening their grip, encouraging your movements. “Just like that. Feel me, nena. Let me feel all of you.”

Slowly, deliberately, you adjusted, letting your slick pussy tease the length of him. The anticipation was maddening, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, his restraint barely holding. Then, with a deep breath, you angled yourself just right and began to lower yourself onto him.

The sensation stole your breath as you took him inch by inch, your body adjusting to his size. His growl of pleasure rumbled through you, his hands guiding you down until you were completely seated. The stretch, the fullness—it was overwhelming and exhilarating.

“Now move, baby,” he urged, his voice strained but commanding. “Show me how good you can make us feel.”

DBF!Javi

Curiosity—or maybe something darker—got the better of him. Quietly, he followed the sound down the hallway, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floors. When he reached the crack in your bedroom door, he stopped dead in his tracks.  

The sight in front of him knocked the breath from his lungs. There you were, spread out on the bed, your hand between your legs, back arching as you chased your pleasure. His name escaped your lips in a hushed, broken moan, and he swallowed hard, his pants tightening uncomfortably.  

Jesus Christ. He should walk away. He knew he should walk away. But instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, watching as you trembled, oblivious to the fact that you weren’t as alone as you thought.  

When you finally came down from your high, your body limp and sated, you turned your head—and froze. Standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, was Javier. His arms were crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.  

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, princesa.”  

Your face went hot, stomach dropping as you scrambled to cover yourself with the blanket. “Javier! What the hell are you doing?”  

“Me?” he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “You’re the one putting on a show.”  

“I didn’t know you were here!” you hissed, mortified.  

npt: @evolnoomym @thundermartini @sawymredfox @milla-frenchy @almostempty @gothcsz @myownwholewildworld @itwasntimethatdidit40 @lotusbxtch @arcanefox207

@aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @alltheirdamn @magpiepills @pr3ttynpiink

@probablyreadinsmut @lovely-vamp-princess @maiamore @sanarsi @joelsrose

[gothcsz]

wip wheneverthefuck 🖤 (bc ya girl doesn't have her shit together)

thanks for the tag @penascigarette , @yxtkiwiyxt , @auteurdelabre

okay so i wasn't going to do one this week, but then gears started turning and now i'm balls deep in this modern au featuring everyone's favorite gladiator ii boys, marcus x lucius (another threesome fic has hit the marcus x lucius tags) 🙂‍↕️ enjoy this snippet with our modern day general 🤭

premise: you're having an affair with your boss, marcus. it's been going on for a while now, and you've been content with the arrangement of being his mistress. but then, lucius starts to make the moves on you, and it has you rethinking your affair. so, you start hooking up with him behind marcus's back, and it feels so good to have this secret of your own. one day lucius catches you and marcus in some hotel room because of his suspicions of his stepfather having an affair, and that leads to a pretty possessive threesome—both men trying to show you who can fuck you the best

also, this one's for you my pretty @almostempty 🖤 npt: all of my writing mutuals whom haven't been tagged this week 🖤

And so what if he’s married? You’ve justified it a hundred times over in your head. His wife should’ve done a better job keeping him satisfied. She shouldn’t have let a man like him go hungry, his appetite demands more than what’s waiting for him at home which left him roaming, seeking out someone—you—to feed his ravenous needs.

If she couldn’t keep him, that’s not your problem. You didn’t steal him; he came willingly, like a moth to your flame.

You’ve accepted your role as the other woman. You play it well. During the day, you’re his personal assistant: poised, professional, efficient. You keep his schedule flawless, his coffee perfect, and your interactions just cool enough to deflect suspicion.

But here, in moments like this—when his cock is deep in your throat and his filthy words drip into your ears—you’re anything but restrained. You’re his, entirely, bending to his every whim, doing whatever it takes to please him.

No lovebites are left where his wife might see. No lingering perfume to betray you, no smudged lipstick to stain his crisp, tailored shirts. You stay in your lane, as he demands, and in return, Marcus makes you feel like a queen—his queen, even if it’s only in secret.

The thrill of being his secret indulgence, his escape, burns hotter than any guilt you once felt. The wrongness of it, the illicit danger of fucking another woman’s husband, only fuels the fire.

You know you shouldn’t. You’ve tried to stop.

The one and only time you tried to end it, it lasted a pathetic seven days. This so called breakup was spurred on by a friend’s misguided advice.

So, you’d sat him down over a quiet dinner in one of your usual haunts, a restaurant miles away where no one could recognize you, your stomach twisting as you broke the news.

Marcus’s reaction had been icy, his fury masked by a veneer of composure that was somehow worse than an outburst. The wrinkles on his handsome face deepend before he’d stood abruptly, throwing down enough cash to cover the bill without a word, leaving you alone to call an Uber, tears dampening your cheeks as you wondered if you’d just lost your job, your lover—or both.

The following days were a cold war. At work, he was stoic and distant, his orders sharp, his reprimands cutting. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze was devoid of the heat you’d grown addicted to. The sting of it was worse than you’d anticipated.

You hated it. You hated yourself for hating it, for craving the attention of a man who wasn’t yours to begin with.

Then, on the eighth day, Marcus snapped. It was late, the floor empty except for you, hunched over your computer. He appeared without warning, dragging you into his office, closing the door with a sharp click.

Before you could speak, he was on you, his hands gripping your hips, his body pinning yours against the cool glass window that overlooked the city.

“You thought you could walk away from me?” His voice was a low growl, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re fucking stupid if you think I’d let my favorite pussy go without putting up a fight.”

That night, he took you hard and fast, his words filthier than ever, his grip bruising and possessive. He made it clear that you weren’t going anywhere—not unless he said so.

And no, he wouldn’t leave her for you. He’d told you as much, his tone unapologetic, almost cruel. But that didn’t matter, not when he was deliciously buried inside your pussy, making you scream his name against the glass.

Now, here you are again—on your knees, his cock filling your throat, his hands tangled in your hair as he reminds you, in every filthy, degrading word, exactly where you belong.

[ohlookiehereanotheruser]

Hey guys it's @mod-ais-icons here. This side blog is made entirely to fuel the Share Entitative - Denied Requests Project.

Whats the current number of collected asks? - 396 denied requests

FAQ:

What is the project? - The project is a way to keep the editblr/mogaiblr sphere with enough asks to fuel motivation. Requests are voluntarily surrendered by the user to the form.

I post a list of the asks by category of Mogai or Editblr, subcategories including the following:

Rentry Graphics

Dividers

Blinkies

NPTs

Flags/Coinings

PNG Requests/Renders

Layouts

Etc.

Warning to Participants:

All of these prompts will be FREE GAME, and if multiple editors grab a single prompt, DO NOT get angry with each other.

For coiners, the same goes, DO NOT argue with each other. The first to coin a flag or term should be notified in comments to prevent recoins, alt flags should be allowed if you participate though.

Form Below:

Number of responses: 9

Current Masterlist Of Denied Requests - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

[jeewrites]

love this idea from @jolapeno bc i am so awkward about tootin' my own horn.

2024 marks the year I started writing fan fiction as a creative outlet and coping mechanism for ::gestures to the outside:: Never did I ever expect to find such warm, lovely moots and have so much fun participating in fandom. And the utter talent and creativity (the fics! the gifs! the moodboards! the paintings! the sketches! like OMG y'all are incredible!!) blows my mind every day.

My favorite words and ceramic tings for 2024 below the cut. more info about Your Fave Things here

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Words

I know technically it needs to be a series that's finished, but it's my first fic, so it has a special place in my heart even if it's not done yet.

My favorite chapter to write from my Hold Fast Series (Frankie x f!reader) is either Ch. 5 - 5 Courses (because I got to flex my food writing chops) or the latest chapter, Ch. 7 - Coffee & Donuts because it was so fun to write.

Looking forward to writing more in 2025 and maybe get my Joel fic outlined and finally drafted.

Ceramics

Acacius Mug 1.0 helped me figure out the proper ink setting to print the decals and firing schedule/temps. While the kind of rustic look of this glaze is growing on me, I think future iterations will go with a white glaze to allow the images to pop more.

I have some ideas for a Joel mug (uh, I might have found some sheep overglaze decals so bby can finally have his sheep farm) and a Frankie mug for 2025. Next time I hit a follower milestone I will do a giveaway of this mug if you think ppl would be interested? Idk.

As for my other ceramics work, I finally had a moment (freaking 3 years in) where I like the work that I'm making. Excited to see it progress in the next year and try to sell my work more regularly.

Latest Functional Work

Alternative Firing/Decorative Work

npt: @katareyoudrilling @burntheedges @secretelephanttattoo

@intheorangebedroom @ohforficsake @evolnoomym

@copperhalfcent @toomanytookas @rebel-held @justagalwhowrites

@chronically-ghosted @maggiemayhemnj @pedges-world

@oonajaeadira @schnarfer @nerdieforpedro

@imaswellkid

[drafthorsemath]

Last Line Challenge

I was tagged by @eclec-tech and I guess it's time to admit I've been thinking about adding a follow-up to my Tech Lives fic Waking Up and Coming Home. This is just a first draft and a little more than a line, but it's new years and it's been a rough holiday season for me, so here, have this.

While the metal attachments covering Tech's abdominal cybernetics had been initially sufficient, Crosshair and Phee had both noticed that they were becoming less comfortable every day. Along with his brothers, Tech was gaining healthy weight and having something closer to actual abdominal muscles, fat, and skin over the tubes that kept him alive would feel much more natural. Crosshair said something about finding a replacement one day after dinner, but Tech insisted it still worked adequately and rebuilding a new ship from what was left of the Marauder was a greater priority. Crosshair rolled his eyes, but knew Phee would have better luck the following day.

"Hey Brown Eyes," Phee softly said as she handed him some caf. Tech grinned and nodded.

"Good morning," he replied in the gentle tone he only used with her.

Phee nodded toward her ship with a, "Let's take a quick trip."

He didn't argue. He simply held her extended hand and followed. It was only once they were in hyperspace that he asked what brought this on.

"Medical supplies," she replied. She watched him stiffly turn in his seat toward her. "Tech. We're getting you an artificial skin. And while we're there we'll pick up some more bacta spray. The girls keep getting bolder on their island explorations."

He didn't argue, but retreated to his own thoughts on the matter. His eyes searched the control panel before him in the copilot's seat. His partner reached out to him and squeezed his hand.

"What's going on in that mind of yours?" she asked. "What's holding you back?"

Tech was brought back to the moment and pulled her from the pilot's seat and into his lap. He held her and after remaining silent for another moment he lifted his shirt. "You gave me this," he said, revealing the metal panel from her ship that now kept his implants safe. "I like carrying you with me," he said.

Phee's face melted with love and she pressed a firm kiss to his temple.

"Brown Eyes, you're carrying me right now." He smiled up at her and kissed the sweet spot just under her jaw.

"I promise we'll find a spot for it," she assured. "We can find a way for you to keep it close."

He was so used to taking things as they came. When the Marauder was stolen he said they would simply find a new ship, but that was his coping mechanism. He couldn't fix everything so he moved on; or at least tried to make it look that way. Now that he was home, he started to allow himself to be a little more vulnerable with her.

NPTs: anyone who wants to participate. Don't be shy. I'm just on a bunch of meds (imagine taking Nyquil and Prednisone at the same time) for an infection and can't decide who to tag. Happy New Year!

Also tagging @lightwise so she posts about that Gonky fic!

[marymunchkiin]

when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) 🎶

hii thanks for the tag! <3

I have jackass loads of songs that I like but my top 5 I think would be:

1.) Running in the Night (FM-84) 2.) Viva la Vida (Coldplay) 3.) Anchor (Skillet) 4.) Libertango (Astor Piazolla) 5.) Leaving This World Behind (Starset)

NPT: @corona-one @talesfrommedinastation @techs-goggles9902 @winniethewife @gonky-kong UwU

[aurorawritestoescape]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for your tags, babies @milla-frenchy @janaispunk @mermaidgirl30 @604to647 💕💕💕💕

I’m still editing my fluffy/smutty pre-outbreak Joel fic for @janaispunk ‘s writing challenge. I plan to post it next week. Here’s a snippet💖

“I’m here, baby. You did so good for me,” Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.

“Thank you, Joel, you didn’t have to,” you mumbled.

“Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure.”

He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his grey sweatpants but he didn’t care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.

It’s posted - I know better than to call you mine

Npt🩷 @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @megangovier @bonezone44 @beefrobeefcal @pedge-page @mountainsandmayhem 🌸