#praying to the tumblr Gods i can post this

[casperghosty]

this is the equivalent of boys pulling on their crush's pigtails

[papier-ciseaux]

A silly comic about a goddess answering prayers and- wait no Cheline that's the wrong prayer, I'm sure he didn't actually mean it

Based on the webcomic @phantomarine and the latest page posted!

[catherinelid]

*deep breath*

I d i d i t

So, I've been thinking for quite a long time about what kind of ijag fanart to draw, but couldn’t come up with any good ideas. And then it hit me. It seems that @voidchillz once mentioned that it would be cool to have IJAG! Sans and Anomaly sing “Take on me” by A-ha. Well, your requests have been heard! I thought, why not, besides, this song has been one of my favorites for a long time already. I know that this thing is far from perfect as I’m just a novice in art, but I still tried my best!

Livehack: if you turn on the song and scroll through the pictures at the same time, you will almost get an animatic!

Cutie marshmallow and his beloved anom-ally for @htsan (thank you again for your incredible fic!)

(In general, I thought that this clip not only fits Sansnomaly, but basically shows how we get attached to the characters. In the beginning, we plunge headlong into a fictional world, sometimes thanks to just one character. Then, when the plot ends, the fictional character moves into our world, living in our heart. And no one can take them away from us anymore.)

P.S. Here are portrait sprites of IJAG!Sans, in case anyone needs them:

[atlaskrr]

Just had one of my worst break downs ever and here i thought i was getting better 😃 i cant tell if its some weird ass anxiety attack, if im genuinely on the course to developing bpd (praying on my life not cause that shit will ruin my life frfr) or if im in a rlly shitty depressive episode recently and this is just its LOWest point.

[xceanlynx]

went too long without giffing and now I'm struggling to color again

[ts-witchy-archive]

Low Energy Devotional Activities and Ways to Connect with the Gods

Let's be honest, religion and consistent practice can be HARD, especially when you're chronically ill, disabled, mentally ill or neurodivergent. This is a list of lower energy practices you can do to connect with your Gods when you're having a rough day.

Pray. You don't have to say the prayer. You don't have to do the full cleansing and offering. Just think about the prayer. It could be as simple as "'Deity Name', thank you. I'm thinking of you and appreciate you."

Dedicate any self care you do to the Gods. You've got to take meds? awesome. it's now a devotional activity.

If you can, light a tea light candle. You can think about who you're dedicating it to as you're lighting it.

Tell them about your day. Have a simple conversation with them (again, this can be in your head if needed).

Offer some water! Water is a great offering if you don’t have the energy to cook, collect or buy something.

Incense is also a great offering because you can light it then forget about it and your house won’t burn down (if you follow regular safety measures). 

Resting. Your deities want you to be okay. Dedicating your rest to your deities is especially great if you feel guilty for allowing yourself time to heal.

Turn on a video of someone reading mythos! 

Put on a deity playlist. There are plenty of pre-made ones on Spotify. 

Veil or bind your hair! Whenever I’m low energy I’ll throw my hair in a ponytail and bind it that way. It doesn’t have to be extravagant. 

Make a Pinterest board for them!

Post on a digital altar! There are plenty of discord servers that have digital altars and temples. You could also make a devotional Tumblr blog. 

Change your phone lock/home screen to something that reminds you of your Deity.

I hope this is helpful to anyone who needs it! Take care of yourself first and foremost. If you don't think you can manage something on this list then thats perfectly fine too! you're not a bad person for not being able to do something spiritual or religious. Ultimately, these things are not a necessity. Don't stress :)

[aphvanity]

A Picture Of The Cat, With A Special Focus On Its Tiny Little Ear Tufts.

she is agog, aghast, stunned, astounded, dismayed, shocked, staggered, floored, gobsmacked, totally and utterly bamboozled. 

[kickassfu]

i'm about to post the edit (modified version) again. let's see if tumblr is ok with it and won't flag the post/my blog again. If by some chance that happens again I'll try to solve it again, please don't give up on me if i'm marked explicit again 😭

[leonkennedybreedingkink]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

bestie!leon kennedy x reader

warnings: 18+, dubcon lol, mental health issues for both leon and reader… he’s a pervert and again ooc but that’s the fun of things. dacryphillia and he’s a little mean and sleazy.

tumblr removes fics with nsfw tags from the tag. ergo i’ve flagged the content at the beginning. you’re also responsible for your own media consumption, so if this bugs you, don’t read it.

Leon sat there on the edge of the bed with you, rubbing your back as you hid your face in your hands. “I just feel like I’m going in circles.” You tell him, lifting your head out of your hands to rest your chin on them. “I mean, I don’t feel like I’m ever gonna get better.”

He can sympathize, he really can, especially when he was in boot camp post Raccoon City and laid awake at night because he had nightmares otherwise.

He rubs your back in circles on autopilot, trying not to get bored or indulge in an impulsive thought that tells you to shut the fuck up and quit fucking crying, maybe open your blinds once or twice a day and you wouldn’t feel so bad. Eat a fucking vegetable or two while you’re at it.

You, believing the best in him, don’t really notice. “I just—“ and your voice breaks, face warming all the way to your neck as you hide your face in your hands again and kick yourself internally for crying in front of him.

You hate crying in front of everyone, your face gets splotchy and you can’t breathe through your nose. When it’s Leon, though, your best friend, it’s a little worse because you’d bet he looks cute when he cries, him and his stupid Botticelli angel face.

And, oh, that’s not really the right move.

He doesn’t remember when watching someone cry would be enough to get him off, except for an adult video he watched had a girl get fucked so good he could watch tears leak out of her eyes, openly sobbing when she squirted because that faceless phallus hit the right spot inside her.

Or when his ex-girlfriend was on her fourth orgasm of the night and she cried just a little while his face was between her legs.

He needed a stress reliever that day, it was a tough time; and he’s never really had to think while going down on someone.

Leon shifts a little and prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that he’s not seriously getting bricked up by you crying. Nope, it’s not going down, shit, he hopes you don’t notice.

You stifle sobs into your palms for a good thirty minutes, face and ears hot enough to power a fucking house. You take a break to wipe your eyes with your sleeve, sniffling wetly before you reach over to blow your nose. “‘M sorry,” You tell him, voice wobbling before you blow your nose and toss the used tissue away.

“It’s fine.” Leon tells you, his voice just a little strained. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his lap and prays you don’t notice that he’s bricked up just from you crying. God, Leon, that’s so fucked up. At least those girls—nameless pornstar and ex-girlfriend—were enjoying it, you’re crying because you’re sad and mentally ill.

Again, fucked up.

You cry a little harder when he’s being so kind to comfort you, hiding your face in his shoulder as you sniffle and keep the sobbing to a minimum. When your tears come to an end, that’s when you notice that he’s fully hard beneath you. You lift your head up after a pause, wiping one eye as you look at Leon. “Leon… are you…?”

He can’t quite hide a grimace. “I’m—um, I’m really—I’m not—“ And when he catches sight of your red face and tear-streaked cheeks, he nearly groans, his throat suddenly dry. That’s when he flips you onto your back.

You land in the pillows with a soft grunt, giving him a bewildered look. “What are you doing?” You ask him in a little voice, sniffling and wiping your runny nose.

“Do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks you, one hand planting in the pillow beside your head, the other untucking his shirt.

Your stomach turns and he can visibly see his words hit the mark. “What?” You ask him, eyes close to brimming with tears again.

“Jesus,” Leon swears, undoing his belt buckle one handed cause he’s had enough practice. “You wanna know what I think? I think you like wallowing, I think you like having people consoling you.” His belt comes undone with a rattle, his button and fly next.

You stare at him with your mouth agape before a couple tears slip out. He takes the chance to push up your shirt and lets out a groan when he sees the cute black bra you’re wearing, hands wandering up to squeeze handfuls of your tits.

You yelp, back arching of your own accord—he’s glad that worked, you told him enough of what you liked when venting about your ex-boyfriends not being able to find the clit or eat pussy right.

He’s never had that problem, obviously.

A slightly mean smile crawls across his face before he leans down to lick a tear track up. “Poor, unloved little thing.” He coos, sticking his hands down the front of your sweatpants to find you damp.

Leon rubs circles on your clit to see you grind your teeth and twitch, one of his hands still on your tit as you try not to react further. “You just sit here in your depression cave and feel bad for yourself, huh? Do you even open up your curtains to get some sun? The sun’s real nice, a natural antidote to depression.”

Humiliation and an orgasm lick up your spine a few seconds after he’s done talking, body locking up as your hands fist in the sheets. He tuts at you and sticks his used finger in your mouth, kneeling between your spread legs as he pulls down your sweatpants with the other hand.

Aw, you left a cute little wet spot on your panties, just for him.

You lift up your hips when he tells you to, he throws the flimsy garments on the floor where they land with a soft slap. “C’mon, I know how make you feel better.” He tells you, one hand cupping your knee to put one over his shoulder as he finally pulls down his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh.

Leon sinks in with a stifled groan, then wraps your other leg around his waist, turning his head and kissing your knee once he’s balls-deep.

Your chest heaves and he kisses your collarbone—poor thing, it must be a little much for you, he’s not even moving.

You scrabble at him when he finally does move, nails catching on his shirt before you manage to tug him closer. Each short, staccato thrust makes the bed rock and punches little squeaks from you.

Your door’s open, but he doesn’t feel like closing it, so he puts a hand over your mouth as he covers your body with his, hips grinding to hear you whimper against his palm. “I know, I know, baby.” he tells you, lips ghosting over your cheek before he licks up more salty tears that overflow. “I’ve got you. You’re all empty inside, I’ll fill you up.”

But not before you come, Leon’s a gentleman like that. He loops his arm beneath you and pulls you into his thrusts, you grow a little louder beneath his palm. He shifts so his pubic bone can grind a little harder against your clit and your thigh twitches before you sob against his palm, brows furrowing as you lurch up, more tears squeezing out.

He fucks you through it before pulling out and painting your tummy white, collapsing by your side and panting softly. You sniffle loudly and Leon feels a little bad, rolling over when you do and spooning you from behind, his release staining your sheets as you cry quietly.

He holds you through it, kissing your shoulder and the nape of your neck before hiding his face in your hair. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles after a long silence, “I was out of line.”

You shake your head and stay silent, wiping your eyes as you two cuddle in silence.

[sweetfictionalworld]

The Man Behind The Mask - Black Noir x Female Reader

Summary: You meet Black Noir when you perform on one of Voughts events and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Smut, Violence.

Author's notes: This is an older fic of mine that I've posted earlier on tumblr. It's the original Black Noir.

Your heart was pounding fast against your ribcage as you stared up at the Vought building. God, you couldn't believe that you were here! That you'd been invited to perform at one of their events. You had played on stages in front of thousands of people, but you'd never been as nervous as you were now. You couldn't believe you were actually going to be in the same room as The Seven! Taking a deep breath, you smoothed down your black dress before entering the building.

The Seven didn't arrive until you were already playing the piano. You looked up as they entered the room, a spike of heat rushing through your core when Black Noir walked down the stairs. You didn't know why, but there was something about a masked man that was such a turn-on. Perhaps it was the mystery of not knowing who was hiding behind the mask, what he really looked like. Black Noir turned his head in your direction, and you quickly looked away, praying he hadn't noticed your stare.

You continued playing, getting lost in the music once more, when you felt someone sitting down next to you. You looked up and blinked in surprise when you found yourself staring at Black Noir's black mask.

"U-Umm...hi?...can-can I help you?" you stuttered, your heart pumping like crazy as he was sitting so close to you that your arms touched.

Black Noir only tilted his head as he looked at you, like he was studying your face. You felt yourself blushing, your eyes fluttering nervously. Then, he turned his head around and started playing. You stared at him, goosebumps prickling your skin as his fingers danced across the keyboards, playing Mozart's Requiem so effortlessly beautifully.

"I...I'll just go then," you mumbled and stood up, but stopped when you felt a hand around your wrist. Looking down, you gazed into the blackness of his masked eyes and at that moment, it felt like the world stood still. It felt like you could hear his every thought, telling you to sit down and play with him.

*

Biting your lip, you sat down next to him and Noir let go of your wrist. You looked at him but he only went back to playing. Taking a deep, nervous breath, you lifted your hands and joined him. As your hands danced side by side across the keyboards, playing Requiem together, you felt a connection you'd never felt with anyone.

And here you were now, on his couch, straddling his lap and riding his cock. Slowly, you were moving up and down on him, your naked body an erotic contrast to his fully suited one. Noir's gloved hands were on your hips, slowly sliding up to cup your breasts, kneading them firmly. Moaning, you tilted your head back and gripped his muscular, suited chest, digging your nails into the black fabric as you moved your hips faster. You could hear his ragged breaths and low grunts, the only thing besides his hard cock that revealed his pleasure.

You didn’t know how you ended up in Noir's suite. Somehow, without him saying a word, you had followed in his footsteps to the elevator when the party was over. There, he had pressed you against the wall, his masked eyes watching your face as his hand slid underneath your dress and his gloved fingers sneaked beneath your underwear and glided easily through your already wet folds. You moaned sweetly, a gasp fleeing your mouth as his fingers found your clit and he brought you to your first orgasm right there in the elevator.

Then, you felt one of his hands slide up along your collarbone and higher, wrapping tightly around your throat.

"Fuck...," you moaned as a surge of pleasure rushed through your core, your pussy clamping down on Noir's cock. Noir tightened the grip on your throat when he noticed your reaction, his hips bucking up to meet yours. He watched the pleasured expression on your face, your eyes closed and mouth half-open as you held still, let him take control as he slammed his cock up into your pussy.

It only took a few seconds for you to come undone, the grip of his hand around your throat and the hard pace of his thrusts bringing you over the edge. Your body stiffened as your climax rippled through your core, your pussy clenching and twitching around his cock. Noir followed promptly, a grunt escaping his lips as he pulled out and shot his cum all over your belly.

Opening your eyes, you were still catching your breath as you looked down at Noir. He was still only watching you silently with his tilted head, like he was curiously taking in your presence. You bit your lip and blushed, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Umm...I guess I should get dressed and go," you said and Noir only turned his head away, giving you a short nod. You lifted your hand and Noir flinched back slightly as your hand cupped his face. You looked up into his masked eyes and smiled softly, feeling him relax in your touch.

"This was fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime?...," you asked, waiting hopefully for his answer. These few hours you'd spent with him made him more mysterious to you, making you want to know more about the man behind the mask. Although, you had a feeling he was the kind of man who didn't let anyone inside.

Noir looked at you for a long time and then he nodded.

Your face lit up in a smile. "I just need to borrow your bathroom, clean off the mess you left on my belly," you said teasingly and stood up, grabbing your dress and smiling at him before walking into the bathroom.

When you came back into the living room, Noir was nowhere to be found. Your belly flipped at the thought of him getting scared and didn't want to face you again. Which was silly, because you'd only known him for like three hours. Sighing, you scribbled down your number on a piece of paper and left it on the kitchen counter. Leaving his suite, you wondered if you would ever see him again.

*

Noir had been following you for days, watching every movement you made. A small part of him knew it was wrong, the other part didn’t care. Since that night, he hadn’t been able to get you out of his head but been too damn chicken to send you a text. Even though it was you who suggested you’d hook up again. He didn’t even know why he was scared. It wasn’t like this thing between you and him would lead to anything.

But what if it did? What if he would come to trust you enough to remove his mask and you’d be disgusted with his appearance? That was his biggest nightmare. To be ridiculed and laughed at.

One evening, about two weeks after you met, he was following you as usual after one of your concerts, when a guy cornered you in an alleyway. Squinting his eyes, Noir breathed through his nose as rage slowly built up inside of him when the guy pushed you hard against the wall. Tensing every muscle in his body, he leaped off the rooftop and landed on the pavement behind your assaulter.

Everything happened so fast your brain didn’t have time to process it. One second, this creep had you pinned against the wall, the next, he was yanked away from you and tossed across the alley. Your eyes widened when you saw the familiar figure standing in front of you.

"Noir? What are you doing here?" you asked, then the realization suddenly washed over you. "Have you been following me?"

Noir didn’t nod, only approached you slowly. You looked down at the lifeless body on the ground, a wave of relief washing over you when he made a little grunt. The last thing you wanted was for Noir to kill a guy because of you. Although, you had a strong feeling Noir didn’t care about that. You looked back up at Noir, wetting your bottom lip.

"Uhm…thank you. You know, for saving me."

Your face got warm as you felt his eyes on you, wondering what he was thinking about. Then, he suddenly took your hand and you gasped as he pulled you with him, your feet stumbling as you tried to keep up with his pace.

*

"W-Where are we going?" you asked, but of course, you didn’t get an answer.

"Noir…," you moaned, arched your back as his fingers found that sweet spot inside you, making you plummet over the edge.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in his apartment, your dress hiked up over your hips as he was slowly fingering you while pressing you against the wall. He was silently watching you and you wished you could see his face, see his eyes dark with lust as he watched your pleasured expression.

Within the next seconds, you were on your knees, licking your lips as Noir zipped down his suit and pulled out his cock. You glanced up into his masked eyes, bit your lip as the sight of his dark, hard cock made your pussy clench and ache with need. Wrapping your hand around his length, you darted out your tongue and swirled it around the head, earning a breathy grunt from the ninja. He tangled his right hand into your hair and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensation of his dick moving in and out of your warm mouth and sucking lips. Faster and deeper, you sucked his cock, and Noir started bucking against your mouth, thrusting into your mouth at a frantic pace. You held still, gagged, and choked on his cock as you allowed him to fuck your mouth any way he desired.

Noir’s grip on your hair tightened as he bucked his hips a final time and came inside your mouth with a raspy growl rumbling in his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down into your eyes as you looked at him while swallowing every last drop he had to offer. A shiver rolled through his body as you continued to suck his dick that slowly went slack in your mouth until you let it slide out of your mouth.

"So…are we going to see each other again, or?…," you asked a few minutes later as you were smoothing your dress down.

Noir stood still for a moment before he walked over to the kitchen counter, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. He turned around, showing you what he’d written.

"I’d like that very much," you read and smiled at him. "I’d like that too."

~Two months later~

Noir’s tossing back and forth beside you startled you out of your sleep, and you sat up with a jolt. Looking down at Noir, you noticed his face bathing in sweat and the sheets twisted around your legs.

"Hey, hey…shhhhh…it’s alright, Noir," you hushed and took him into your arms, softly rocking him out of his sleep.

Eye flying open, Noir stared up at you, his heart hammering hard against his ribcage. Clinging onto your arms, he pressed his head against your breasts. There…there it was. The steady sound of your heartbeat. It always soothed his soul, calmed the anxious thoughts in his head.

"Was it the usual dream?" you asked softly.

*

Noir nodded and you kissed his scarred face as you slowly rocked him in your arms. Noir let out a heavy sigh and buried his face against your breasts, letting himself be wrapped up in your warmth that slowly soothed him back to sleep.

Walking up to you, Noir wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent.

Noir walked into the kitchen in the morning, met by your beautiful smile as you were making pancakes. He still had to pinch himself every morning to make sure this wasn’t a dream. How was he so lucky to find you? Someone who loved him despite his flaws and the revolting mess that was his face. He still remembered the first time he showed you his face. There was no disgust or pity in your eyes. Only love and adoration as you smiled and your lips met for the first time.

"Hungry?" you asked with a smile on your face, bit your lip when he lifted your nightgown and pressed the hard protective cup of his suit against your ass. You giggled and pressed back against him, your pussy getting aching wet at the thought of how many times you had ridden that cup to orgasm.

"Not hungry for pancakes, I presume?"

Noir only growled in return, pulled his already hard cock out, and pushed your panties aside. Bucking his hips forward, he pushed into your warm, wet cunt in one, deep thrust. Gasping as he filled you up and a jolt of pleasure rushed through your core, you arched your back and grabbed the edge of the counter. Looking over your shoulder, you lifted your arm and wrapped it around his neck, gasped when he ripped the nightgown from your body, and grabbed your breasts. Moaning, you arched against his touch and mewled when he roughly kneaded your tits.

"Fuck, Earving," you gasped. "Fuck me harder, baby. Fill me with your cum."

As on cue, Noir pushed your upper body down onto the counter. One hand around your neck and the other on your hip as he started thrusting harder and faster, pounding you forcefully against the counter.

You moaned aloud, your mouth agape as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, his growls rumbling through the air as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. You came simultaneously, your pussy clenching as Noir’s cock swelled inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

"Fuck, I love you so much, Noir," you said out of breath, giggling as you straightened up and leaned against his strong frame. Noir picked up his phone and typed something. Showing it to you, you smiled as you read it out loud.

"I love you too. Sorry about your nightgown."

"That’s alright, Noir," you said, laughing. "You can destroy as many as you like."

[afterglowsainz]

ordinary things | richard rios

pairing: richard rios x bsf!reader

summary: you’ve always had a minor (huge) crush on your best friend, but he seems oblivious

fc: various girls from pinterest

a/n: this one is for me and the other five richard rios girlies in tumblr just bc colombia won and i’m in a happy mood forever

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[spoiler-alert-andabunchofnumbers]

I've tried to post this like three times but Tumblr mobile app didn't like me and just threw away all my witty commentary the moment I hit "Post", so I juggled my video and photos to my computer just for that sweet desktop experience!

But like can we all acknowledge that Xie Lian ascended into a god the third time through junk collecting? He just collected scraps SO HARD that he ascended. Like did he plan that? Or was he just minding his own business one day and then a Heavenly Tribulation rained down on him and he was like "Whoops, guess this is what I'll be known for forever let's gooooo!" It sounds like him, honestly.

Everyone knows Xie Lian as that one god involved with a plague and whose martial skills are second to none - to the point that he's stronger than Hua Cheng by the time his curse shackles are removed. But let's all remember the REAL reason he's a god at the start of TGCF. Our boy is just that good that he junk-collected his way into heaven, and I think we should be praying to our scrap immortals more often.

[revelboo]

my god how much do u write its like almost everyday i see i new fic (say this as i check tumblr daily lmao)

hope u still do sum hand and wrist stretches, take care of ur hands cuz they the ones who bring these pieces of poetry to us 🙏

but ur brain the main boss, so tace care of urself op

🤣 There’s a reason I post these like they are rather than the actual, detailed long form bits I’ve posted a few times. These are like my notecards for my manuscripts, hitting the high points I need to remember, but not bothering to flesh out a lot of the filler. I can type up a short form scenario like this in a few minutes if I want to. I try not to spam a ton at a time.

It Had to Be You Pt 5

TF One Megatron x Reader-Connection

• He’s aware of you all the time, even when you’re not near. You’re an itch in the back of his processor, snagging him and claiming his attention. Distracting him. None of his followers know about his little human yet and he intends to keep it that way. You’re too small. Too fragile and completely dependent on him for survival. Rummaging through the packages in his hand, he lets himself into his quarters. Knows his Decepticons must be wondering what he’s up to, why he’s always shutting himself away. He wishes he knew.

• He’s back. You hear the heavy sound of those peds and curl into a tighter ball among the blankets. If you pretend you’re asleep he might leave you alone. You know he won’t, though. Peeking out, you watch him drop a handful of packaged food in a corner of your cage and your stomach growls even as you hold your breath. Praying he just goes away. And you still try to claw away, kicking as he reaches in and picks you up. Groaning as you shove at his servos and hating the way that disjointed sense that you know him jangles through you every time his metal flesh touches your skin. It’s a lonely ache that echoes through you, calling to you even as you resent it. Resent him.

• That sense of peace, of rightness, washes over him as he cages you between his servos and vents, optics shuttering. Whatever this is that chains him to you, you either can’t feel it or are fighting tooth and nail against it. But he knows you can’t win. He couldn’t either. The two of you are tied together in ways he can’t understand, that ancient ache only abating when he can touch you, feel you against him. Something in you soothing his very spark when he should hate your weakness, your dependence on him. “Be still,” he growls, carrying you to his berth and stretching out. This too has become a routine as he pins your soft form under his servos so you’re sprawled on his chassis over his spark so he can soak in that warm sense of connection.

• You’re drowning in him, can almost swear you can feel him and not just physically. It’s like there’s a door shut between you and you want to tear it open even as it terrifies you. Those big servos lay heavy across your back, pressing you flat. The hum and heat of his internal systems rumbling through you. Part of you wants more, to press your cheek to his warm hide and just give in. Relax. Your heart begins to race as panic begins to claw its way up your throat. You don’t want to feel so safe in his hands, like this is exactly where you belong.

• “Calm, little human.” A servo slides over the back of your head as he focuses on the feel of your breathing and the frantic beat of your heart against him. You try to wiggle away when he slides his servos under the back of your shirt, strengthening that connection and feeling his spark thrum as that imbalance settles. As soon as he breaks the contact, it’ll be back, but for now he feels whole. For now, it’s enough.

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[2knightt]

may u do the gang with a significant other who is in a popular band or actor? up to four preference of course. lots of love!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ darling, can i be your favourite? ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: reader’s the coolest person ever and the gang’s their biggest fan!

tags/warnings: headcanons, gn!reader, reader is a singer/popstar!reader, gang is obsessed, reader is big time famous, near the end they got shorter because my tumblr started lagging.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey my love !!! seen this after i posted and knew i had to get to work 🙂‍↕️ also while i was working on this, i got a req for actor!reader..ur in luck🤭

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johnny cade

╰┈➤ now playing. — espresso, y/n l/n

how he bagged you, the world may never know. like seriously.

YOU’RE ON THE BIG SCREEN AND YOU’RE IN THE RADIO AND YOU GO AFTER JOHNNY CADE??? everyone was shocked. lives were CHANGED.

“you’re dating who?”

“..y/n l/n?”

“in your dreams maybe???”

“fuck you?”

nobody believed him because you confessed to him over the phone when you were touring 😔! you realized you really liked johnny when you had to be away from him for so long.

so for like that period of time, it was just call after call of you two giggling back and forth.

the gang, swear to fucking god, knew he was talking to someone but they thought he was lying about who he was talking to

UNTIL YOU CAME BACK!!!!

Then they were all,

“what the fuck….”

“can i like—borrow a 20?”

“DAMN”

spoil him. take him with you. protect johnny cade with ur money or else. i find you.

but seriously, pleaseeee make sure johnny lives the life he deserves ☹️ since you’re a singer, you make a FUCK ton of money

put it to good use (spending it on johnny cade)

hey! you’re all he talks about!! HE DOESN’T STFU THAT HE’S DATING SOMEONE THAT’S FAMOUS.

“what ‘bout you, lil’ boy? you got someone?”

“hell yeah. y/n l/n.😇💯”

“..the singer?”

“damn right, ‘the singer’!”

listens to your music when he misses you!!

OH MU GOD WRITE A SONG ABOUT JOHNNY CADE PLEASEEEE AND WEAR HIS JEAN JACKRT ON STAGE PLEASEEEEEEE

i can’t stress how much he loves you

he has photos of you everywhere. and anywhere.

steals magazines you model for to promote your albums<3

dallas winston

╰┈➤ now playing — nonsense, y/n l/n.

why would you pick him.

shame on you. you have celebrities flocking to you and you pick some guy in tulsa who’s in jail every friday.

tsk tsk. whatever makes you happy!

ANYWAYS

also, never shuts the fuck up about you. like seriously, somehow, you’re always the topic of conversation.

“yeah, that’s crazy that she slashed your tires. my LOVELY Y/N would never tho. did you know they sing? you’ve probably heard of ‘em-“

MAKES YOU WEAR HIS RINGS WHEN YOU PERFORM!!! AND SOMETIMES HIS LEATHER JACKET!!! DALLAS DGAF IF IT’S DIRTY OR NOT

He needs those freaks in the crowd to know you’re HIS—not theirs just because you’re famous.

if you ever collab with a dude he’s gonna fucking lose his mind i’m not kidding

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE STUDIO WITH WHO???”

“i told you-“

“yeah, i know. lets go.”

dallas invited himself btw.

dedicate a song to him and he’s literally gonna make EVERYONE listen to it. when it comes on the radio, he’s IMMEDIATELY turning up the volume.

“looking at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“that’s about me, by the way.”

“WE KNOW.”

“YOU TELL US THIS EVERY DAMN DAY”

“yeah. where’s your partner that write songs about you? huh? take that shit up with someone else.”

IN HIS ROOM HE HAS SOOO MANY POSTERS OF YOUUUUUU

cannot believe he got so lucky and bagged you

he used to pray for days like these😭😭🙏

ponyboy curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — work song, y/n l/n.

yes, i did make your song more poetic than the rest. that’s just what ponyboy is into and gets him crying.

did he get lucky? yeah. does he acknowledge that every waking moment of his life and devotes himself to making sure you never feel the burden of having to perform daily?

yeah

helps you write songs sometimes. ponyboy naturally has a poets soul so USE IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

GUVE HIM A FUCKING OEN AND PAPER AND HE’S WRITING A HIT SINGLE

omgomg if you credit him while at your concerts he might faint<3333

spoil him and his brothers.

his brothers are included because you see how much they’re struggling and it literally pains you to see the love of ur life get so frustrated over money

sneakily put money into darry’s wallet when he isn’t looking and ponyboy might just kiss u right then and there

it’ll take awhile for him to accept the help, but when he does—he’s so grateful to have an angel like u in his life😭😭💔💔💔

“i love you. did you know that?”

“of course i do, pony.”

“i should tell you that more often.”

uses a photo of you as a bookmark btw. it’s you in his favourite outfit you ever wore, performing the song you made for him.

ponyboy’s obsessed.

shoves ANYONE off the tv to watch you perform. he doesn’t care. and the gang lets him<3 cuz they know how much you mean to their little pony!!

not without teasing. never without teasing. ponyboy is never fucking free

“soda, it’s my turn on the tv.”

“what? you tryna watch your girlfriend?”

“…shut up.”

“look at you! what a loverboy, huh? you loveeeee her, don’t you?”

“man, just get off the tv!”

watches & listens to everything you’re in. wether it be interviews, music videos, etc—he can probably quote it. every part.

he’s so obsessed with you it’s not fucking funny

sodapop curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — that boy is mine, y/n l/n.

it couple. genuinely.

you got soda more publicity and modeling agencies have definitely hit him up LMFAO

he most definitely has modelled with you for covers :3c

BUT OTHER THAN THAT

oh u better fucking believe that the DX is always playing your music

SODA DOESNT CARE IF HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE RADIO

he will. and he will be playing the song you made about him to remind the girls that go to flirt with him that he’s yours.

HE HAS A NECKLACE WITH YOUR INITAL ON IT AND YOU HAVE A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITAL!!1!1!1!1!1

flash it when paparazzi takes photos and he WILL put that photo in his wallet to show people when they ask about his partner.

CANT STFU EVEN IF HE FUCKING TRIED

soda makes u his whole personality

“sigh😔 y/n would’ve loved this beat..”

“SHUT UP ABOUT Y/N😒”

“NO?? I LOVE THEM!!!???”

LOVES PRACTICING UR CHOREOGRAPHY WITH YOU LMFAOOO

it’s so cute☹️☹️😔😔 soda might trip over his feet every once and awhile but he’s always laughing so hard with you when he does<3

darry curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — say yes to heaven, y/n l/n.

tries SOOOO hard to act like he doesn’t gaf that you’re singer but it’s so tough to not brag about it

the boys at work could be talking about their partners but when they go ask darry, he hides his grin and blush by looking down, running his hands through his hair.

“what ‘boutchu, kid? how’s the lover?”

“ah, y’know. they’re busy touring or in the studio.”

“eh?”

“oh—y/n l/n. they’re-“

darry cannot be stopped now. he won’t shut up about how great of a person you are, never letting the fame get to you.

ERAHHH HE STAYS UP LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH YOUR PERFORMANCES WHEN YOU’RE AWAY!!!!!!! HE LOVES WATCHING YOU SWAY ACROSS THE STAGE!!

hehehehehe slow dance with him in the kitchen to ur unreleased songs you made about him…. 😈😈

PLEAEE HELP HIM FINANCIALLY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

im begging you to just sit darry curtis down and try to convince him that, you giving him money to help around, isn’t an issue.

i don’t see darry moving out of the curtis house unfortunately, i think he will always view it as his parents house and it’s too sentimental.

so, don’t even bother asking him to move. but—do give him money. or sneakily pay the bills. whatever you have to do to help darry relax, please do it!!!

loves it when you sing slower/more relaxing songs

darry thinks it’s so attractive to hear your like soothing, breathy, and smooth voice.

he has a photo framed of you bowing toward the crowd below you, tightly holding the microphone that you had his name engraved in.

it’s currently beside his bed on his nightstand.

he looks at it every night before bed and every morning before work. <3

steve randle

╰┈➤ now playing — art deco, y/n l/n.

he’s feral. he’s fucking crazy about you.

“PUT ON THAT NEW Y/N SHIT‼️”

“why??”

“CAUSE I SAID SO?!1”

number one supporter. nobody comes close to him

AHHHH HE HAS A TATTOO DEDICATED TO YOU!!!! IT’S DEFINITELY A SONG LYRIC YOU WROTE ABOUT HIM IN UR HAND WRITING

when steve’s nervous he traces over it :3c

steve always finds himself, unconsciously, humming your songs while he works on cars!

i like to think his favourite colour is blue, so plsplsplspls wear blue (even if it’s a small accessory) to your concerts just so steve knows you’re always thinking about him.

he keeps little gifts, or rather the accessories you leave at his house, in a little box. he thinks they’re so cute and he will burn a building down before he lets anyone find out

two-bit mathews

╰┈➤ now playing — melting, y/n l/n.

“DID YOU KNOW I’M DATING Y/N? THE FAMOUS SINGER? YEAH, BET YOU WISH THAT WAS YOU😭😂!”

that’s every other sentence from his stupid lips!!

KNOWS EVERY LYRIC TO YOUR SONGS AND WILL SCREAM HIS FUCKING LUNGS OUT TO THEM!!!

attach a mickey charm to ur mic while you sing on stage and he’ll start foaming at the mouth..

two-bit’s all, “that’s for me.:mickey….me….me…mickey….”

he literally begs you to sing him to sleep

STEALS YOUR RECORDS/VINYLS???!!! HE HANGS THEM UP ON HIS WALL WITH SUCH CARE IT’S SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️

teach his little sister some of your dance moves and he might marry you tbh.

two-bit dreams of you and i’m so fucking serious

[deathdetermineslife]

I genuinely cannot stand you and your account. Every time I make a new account, you're always the in selfship tags filling it up with your terrible art and shitty posts. You are a waste of space and no one in this community likes you. Your f/o (who isnt YOUR f/o by the way, stop calling him that) doesn't love you, he definitely thinks you're annoying and wouldn't love you in any universe. I want you to know that I have an entire group of selfshippers I'm friends with that wish you'd do the world a favor and kill yourself, just so you know. It doesn't matter if you block me, by the way, because I can and will make new accounts to try to make you feel like shit. I pray to God every day you get in a terrible accident and die a slow and painful death. You mischaracterize "your" f/o (just a reminder, he doesn't love you and wishes you were dead!), you make the entire selfshipping community look stupid, and you're a sharer, too, which means you don't actually love any of your f/os anyways. You should get off of Tumblr. I'm serious, several of my friends are skilled hackers and will dox you. You don't deserve any of the merchandise you own, you don't deserve to be happy, really. And don't even try to tell me that since I'm a proshipper this goes against my "antiharassment values" or whatever I'm sure you'll try to say, every single proshipper I've spoken to thinks you're a hypocritical, disgusting, terrible individual that doesn't deserve the likes and attention you get. I seriously cannot believe anyone will a brain follows you. They probably do because antis don't have brains. They're retards that like throwing pedophile accusations at anyone that breathes. You all are some of the most idiotic and stupid people I've ever seen in my entire life. I cannot stand you. No one likes you, any mutual you think you have is secretly hoping you die, and trust me, a few people I know who follow you or at the very least have reblogged your things are secret proshippers! Isn't that terrible? I'm sure you think so. Because you think we're so bad, don't you? You think that all of us are rapists and evil people that deserve the death penalty. Every time someone reblogs the art you make and says "otp" and "I ship it", just know they're lying to you, they don't believe that, in fact, everyone's out to get you and no one likes you. And that server you own? Just know no one in there likes you. All of the friends you probably think you have? They don't like being around you. He doesn't love you, no one loves you, and if you have more f/os, they don't like you either. Your familial f/os want to disown you, your platonic f/os wish you weren't friends with them, and every single romantic f/o you THINK YOU HAVE does not LOVE YOU they DON'T LOVE YOU and they NEVER WILL. THEY DON'T LOVE YOU. Every person I have talked to you about agrees they wish you didn't exist they wish you never made an account they wish you never started posting to selfship Tumblr. You are lucky that your main blog isn't linked here because if it was, I would be sending asks there too so you'd have to delete your main blog too, and maybe then you wouldn't come back to Tumblr. The entire selfship community hates you and your lazy posts that a five-year-old could write up. In fact, just so you know, I regularly steal your posts and post them to the proselfship tag and they get more attention than your blog. Antis are the minority in fandom, no one likes antis. Not a single person likes them, you're all braindead children who have no morals or understanding of the world. This website would be better without you on it. I know you'll post this, and I know that there's probably going to be people in the replies telling you that they love you so much and that you're a good person and that "your" f/o loves you but he doesn't love you and he never will love you and you're absolutely fucking delusional if you think so. I fucking hate you. I'll continue to ban evade until I can push you off of this website. You can't get away from me and I will dox you.

uh oh someone let grandpa out of the nursing home again. also you sound like an evil supervillain. you expect me to take this seriously? this CANNOT be serious I'm giggling so fucking hard

anyways, heres all the art i have of me and korekiyo!

also bad news buddy, i dont have any familial or platonic f/os. womp womp. go back to algebra class, lil bro.

[witchybimbocow]

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This blog is MY safe space. On an occasion, I will post some heavier, darker stuff

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Dms open to mutuals only

Asks are open for everyone, I'll keep anon active so long as y'all behave.

If I don't answer, I haven't gotten to you yet. Chill thine ass.

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