#proud of theseee

[1captainjordan4]

Pt2 of block people in cool outifts 🕺✨

[ritz-regrezzez]

here's all of the banners ive made for my moodboards so far! they are f2u without credit :D

[tamblerdraws]

Woe. Silver doodles be upon ye

[fcknboringraccoon]

I REMADE my Narrator + Adventure Line designs :3

I'm so proud of theseee!!!!

LOOK at that GA DAMN side Profile!!

short king lol <3

I KEPT ZONING OUT AND PROCRESTATING ON LYNN'S DESIGN AAAAAAA

WHO SHOULD I REMAKE NEXT?!

[kitten4sannie]

ohh my lovely, lovely nora you have no idea how how adorable you are truly like the fact that you hid this fic from me for so long just so that it would be a surprise … i’m in absolute shambles ;; and i’m about to be one foot in the grave after i read this fic again bc GODDD you killed it you just took my silly little horny thot and elevated it into the next dimension(like you always do ofc) but GODDAMN man the way i would go into debt for your stripper san ughhh and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT OUTFIT YOU CHOSE FOR HIM !! i can’t stop picturing the way his tiddies would be popping out of that thing oh my god i’m ill anywaysss time for the parts that flung me into outer space ✨

Cheap, glittery fabric pressed into the skin of his toned chest, stretching around his biceps until a peak of his warm skin tone shone through the white. His thighs wrapped around the pole, the muscles bulging as he held himself up and rolled his body around the metal rod, a dainty belly chain loose around his narrow waist, head rolled backwards to stretch out the column of his freckled throat.

IM ALREADY READY TO BARK FOR THIS MAN WHAT THE FUCK THE BELLY CHAIN THE MELANIN HIS TINY WAIST THE DESCRIPTION OF HIS NECK RJRJDDB I LOVE THE WSY YOU WRITE SMMMM

ogling eyes zeroing in on the metal bar piercing his nipple as it occasionally brushed against the pole.

*distant barking grows louder and louder*

“And tight, ‘tried him out myself,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, proud of his take on a job interview.

no he did nottttt oml pimp woo’s so nastyy i need himm 💥💥💥💥 also the mention of his curved nose made me glitch out so thank you for that~

“What’s the matter, Sannie, did Youngie fuck you too hard last night? Can’t even arch your back properly?”

HELPPPPPP SHES SO HOT FOR THAT

San took a few breaths and drove his cock further into you, grinding his length between your dripping walls until it chubbed up once again. It caught you off guard, his eagerness to perform, to prove himself to you, to fuck you dumb in front of all your customers.

i’m losing itttttt :)))))

Calloused fingers slipped under you to tangle in the hair at your nape, tugging sharply until your neck craned at the force, your next words dying on your tongue as he began pistoning his cock into your needy cunt, a broken cry ripping through your chest as his cockhead pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly.

RRDHXJDHSHDHDH IVE LOST IT MY LAST MARBLE ITS GONE OH MH GOD THE SWITCH IN DYNAMICS FUCKS ME UPPPP

“You want them to watch how I’m gonna fuck you full? I’ll give you all I have, Miss, every last drop, until you’re all swollen with my cum,” he rambled

San interrupted your complaints, “tell me you want it.”

“-and I’m the one fucking you stupid,” he retorted

THESEEE LINES AAAAAAAAAA I NEED HIMM 🥲🥲🥲🥲

San’s fingers dented your skin with enough force to promise blossoming bruises, his breath laboured as he began to chase his own high after you’d ridden out yours, fucking into you like a madman, “’m almost there, Miss, ‘gonna make sure you’re nice and full of me,” He groaned near your ear, the sound melting away the tinges of overstimulation jolting you away from him, his tight grip keeping you in place to buck his hips into your used hole. “So full you might get pregnant- ngh!”

no thoughts …. none at all ….

move

navi

pairing: pole dancer!choi san x club owner!reader (fem)

w.c.: 3.3k

tags: smut, ft. pimp!woo

song rec: 'move' by taemin

with his toned thighs wrapped around the pole, sweat glistening under the changing lights, you felt the urge to wipe the cocky smirk off the new hire's lips. but little did you know, choi san loved performing for a crowd.

A/N: this is for my lovely, pretty, gorgeous, insanely kind, amazing, genius, and beautiful alyssa (@kitten4sannie) <3 I'm sorry this took over a month to get to ;; I really hope the wait was worth it though!! + a big thank you to choy (@chokchokk) for entertaining my thoughts for the past few days!! happy reading~ ^^

nsfw & warnings under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞

warnings: this —in white— is san's outfit for reference (except tighter, cheaper-looking and with a different chain), mentioned mxm, reader has one drink but everything is consensual, switch!san (shorty give me whip-whiplash), mean!reader, she's a badass though, public sex, unprotected sex (👎), san has a nipple piercing, some nipple play (m), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, some edging, overstimulation, a hint of breeding/impreg kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism, degradation, so much dirty talk, nicknames (sannie, pretty boy; miss, darling), I think that's all (?)

Scrunching your nose at the rancid odour of sewage, your heeled boots clacked against the pavement leading to the guarded club entrance, digging into your coat pocket and fishing out a stack of bills to lay gently in front of the homeless man’s sleeping bag. You passed by him every night, his yellow grin a stark contrast to his surroundings—fetid air driving everyone in the area to hold their breath, disease-ridden rodents and pretentious high school dropouts with one too many stacks of their daddy’s money crawling around in the vicinity.

You walked past the burly guard at the front, watching his ninety-degree bow from the corner of your eye as you stepped into the club. It wasn’t the best area to run such business, but you got enough loyal customers—mostly rich men lying to their wives—to pay the bills. You supposed you should be thankful to your father for that, the wretched bastard leaving his only daughter to run this shithole.

You walked down the short hallway and into wide room, blues and purples illuminating the shiny tile and peeling walls as you carried yourself to the bar near the entrance. The rusted stool creaked as you rested your body weight down on it, ignoring the young bartender as she scrambled to make your usual drink, drops of expensive liquor flying over the bench before she dropped a decorated glass in front of you. Giving her a tight-lipped smile, you wrapped your fingers around the cup and allowed the bitterness to sink into your taste buds.

Sitting sideways at the bar, forearm flat on the surface with the drink loosely held in your hand, you focused your eyes on the man to your left, moving his body around the pole anchored in the middle of the room. Cheap, glittery fabric pressed into the skin of his toned chest, stretching around his biceps until a peak of his warm skin tone shone through the white. His thighs wrapped around the pole, the muscles bulging as he held himself up and rolled his body around the metal rod, a dainty belly chain loose around his narrow waist, head rolled backwards to stretch out the column of his freckled throat. You could tell he was trying to show off his rounded backside, but his movements carried a certain stiffness that made you scoff. The customers spread out on the seats surrounding the stage—a mix of older, unhappily married men, and younger, broke college students who couldn’t afford a fancier club—didn’t seem to mind as much, taking in his lousy attempt of an arch and the prominent bulge pressing against the thin material of his shimmering bottoms, ogling eyes zeroing in on the metal bar piercing his nipple as it occasionally brushed against the pole.

He lowered himself down onto the LED flooring on his tiptoes, maintaining the graceful stance as the song came to an end, feline eyes flitting upwards to bore into yours. He oozed confidence, the air around him almost unbreachable, and for a reason you couldn’t place your finger on, the cocky curl of his lips irked you, your eyebrow twitching in irritation at the shameless show of brashness.

Veiny arms circled your shoulders, a familiar rasp in your ear, “that’s the new hire I was telling you about. Pretty neat, don’t you think?” His dark brown locks tickled your temple, curved nose nuzzling into your hair.

You hummed in agreement, “Mm, good job, Woo. He’s pretty.”

“And tight, ‘tried him out myself,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, proud of his take on a job interview.

You reached back to smack his shoulder, a faint smile on your lips. “He’s a little too confident for someone who can’t even arch properly, though,” you critiqued, narrowing your eyes at the man now bent over in front of the small crowd, thick fingers wrapped around the pole while he attempted to move his stiff muscles.

“He’s not that bad,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, tracing over the man’s plump ass with his eyes as he played back the events from the previous night in his mind, the throaty moans and whimpers still fresh in his ears.

“Even you can do a better job than him, and that’s saying a lot.”

Two fingers pinched your upper arm through the blazer covering it, Wooyoung’s unamused huff blowing over the shell of your ear. “If you’re so displeased by his performance, why don’t you teach him how to do it yourself?” He pushed back the image of the man’s narrow waist and puckered hole, replacing it with the memory of the private show you’d put on for him the week before.

While Wooyoung was too busy fighting off the sudden tightness in his pants, you contemplated his words—despite knowing he’d spoken them humorously. Tightening your hand around your drink, you brought it up to your lips and gulped down the rest of it, pushing Wooyoung off you and standing up. He scrambled to find his footing, caught off guard by your brassy stride towards the center of the room, aiming towards the occupied chair right across the stage.

With a hand on the college freshman’s shoulder, you pulled him off the worn-down leather, sitting down in his place and watching him scurry away with a hand halfway down his pants. Redirecting your attention towards the handsome man in front of you, his gaze instantly locked with yours, and something in his eyes gave away that he knew who you were. His hips swayed with more finesse—still not up to your standards—and his expression contorted to mimic a state of ecstasy. He was trying to impress you.

You watched for a few seconds, until he bent down lower, the pathetic arch of his spine pushing the words off your tongue, “Choi San, was it?” your voice cut through the music. “It seems like Wooyoung may have spoken too highly of you. I’m a little disappointed,” you took pleasure in the slow erasure of his cocky smirk, his movements faltering as he took in your words, hints of discontent evident in your tone. “Stand up straight, pretty boy.” You leaned forward in your seat, resting your elbows over your thighs as you watched him hesitantly part from the pole to straighten up.  A smirk—a sign of power, perhaps—found its way onto your lips, “why don’t you grind on that pole for me? Since you seem so confident in yourself.”

Red tinted the shell of his ears, and you wondered how a few words could have affected a man like him so easily, as though he wasn’t standing in a room full of people ogling at his body, two pieces of glimmering fabric hiding him from their deviant gaze.

You could almost see the thoughts churning in his pretty head, dubiously reaching for the pole once again, standing behind it and beginning his decent into a full squat. Firm muscle bulged out of his thighs, oiled, tan skin reflecting the moving lights shining over his figure, his clothed bulge trapped between the metal and his abdomen. His hands remained above his head as he sunk lower, the cropped material of his shirt riding up to reveal more of his flushed chest. You watched him wordlessly, eying the deliberate brush of his nipple piercing over the pole, a muted ‘clink’ drowned under the music. Your eyes moved back to his face, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyebrows drawn in, and when you trailed down his body, your lips only curled further: his half-hard length pressing against the scratchy fabric, a wet patch spreading through the material and shimmering alongside the glitter. You may be starting to understand Wooyoung’s strange infatuation with the man.

You pushed off the creaky leather, smoothing down your suit before taking a few steps onto the round LED flooring, standing next to the crouched man and watching him twist his head to look up at you.

It was known rule everywhere that the dancers were not to be touched, and you figured your next move would probably be setting a bad example in front of your customers, but your clientele consisted mostly of regulars, people who knew you to be the boss. People who knew you made the rules.

You reached down to grab his face, fingers digging into his jaw and angling it further upwards, “you’re too stiff.” Your lips curved at his attempt at pushing away, nose scrunched up in defiance.

“’m not stiff,” he retorted weakly, words muffled through the tight squeeze of your fingers around his face.

“What’s the matter, Sannie, did Youngie fuck you too hard last night? Can’t even arch your back properly?” You gave his head a firm shake with every rhetorical question, pouting your lips in faux sympathy. His cheeks heated up under your touch, the pretty pink bleeding down his neck and chest as your aired out his nightly endeavors.

“I can arch my back-”

“My club is gonna run out of business if you keep running your mouth instead of doing your job properly, pretty boy. My old man would be rolling in his grave if that ever happens. We don’t want that now, do we?” You watched panic seep into his features when you spoke your next words, “how will you pay off your debt then, hm?”

“I-I’ll learn how to do it, please just-” his fingers release around the pole and wrap around your calves instead, his knees falling to the floor by your feet while he pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

His touch wasn’t unpleasant, rough fingertips brushing over your clothed skin, squeezing gently while he squirmed under you. Your fingers eased around his jaw but didn’t let go, pleased to have a man of his stature in the palm of your hand, yours to maneuver and handle however you wished. “And what will you do until then? Learning takes time, and we’re short-staffed, you know.”

A dangerous glimmer lit up San’s dark eyes, a sense of danger churning in your gut. Skilled hands slid up your legs, past your knees and thighs to settle on the curve of your hips, nuzzling his face into your palm before speaking. For a reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, you allowed him to do as he pleased, as though you suddenly had your own personal, human-sized cat, brimming with affection it didn’t know how to express. Siren eyes blinked up at you, a smile loaded with playfulness and mischief directed at you.

“I’ll just make sure to put on a performance they’ll never forget.”

--

Antsy hands pushed open your unbuttoned blouse to slide over the heated skin, your dress pants tossed and abandoned over the chair you’d been sitting in, lace panties dangling off the angle resting on San’s shoulder. His glitzy top scratched against your skin, forming a blister you were too busy to care about as San’s body pressed against yours with his belly chain forming indents into your navel, his cock pounding into you to the steady beat of the music blasting through the decrepit speakers, a distant whirring disrupting the audio.

You slapped his hand off your chest, a warning look in your eyes and a pathetically despondent one in his, reaching for your hand and guiding it to his own chest, a silent ‘touch me instead.’ It was fascinating how quickly San’s cocky persona vanished once he got his dick wet, his face contorting—eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lidded—while you pulled on his piercing, rolling his nipple under your thumb and reveling in the tight moans rolling off his tongue.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he mumbled, readjusting on his knees, the tight material of his bottoms low on his thighs restricting the movement.

“Already?” you teased, sucking in a sudden breath at the new angle, his cock curving into your g-spot through his relentless thrusts, his previous rhythm lost in his overflowing lust. “What a waste of a pretty cock, can’t even last long enough to make me cum.”

You noted the rose bleeding into his ears once again, his hips stuttering and a throaty moan leaving his lips as he emptied inside you, his hot seed spreading warmth through your lower belly. You laughed as he lowered himself onto you, hovering over your torso while he rolled his hips into your cunt, riding out his orgasm with airy moans and tightly-shut eyes. Paper bills fluttered in the air, some sticking to the sweat beaded on San’s back while the majority landed around your tangled bodies.

You were about to get up, words of beration forming on your tongue, but San took a few breaths and drove his cock further into you, grinding his length between your dripping walls until it chubbed up once again. It caught you off guard, his eagerness to perform, to prove himself to you, to fuck you dumb in front of all your customers.

The slow pace he adopted wasn’t enough, but the deliberate drag of his cock over your g-spot nearly sent you spiraling, the leg perched up on his shoulder shaking with every thrust. “Ngh, do you like being watched, pretty boy?”

San’s bashfulness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a pleased smile and a quick nod to his head, “Mm, I do,” his fingers kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his other hand pushing down your right leg to further open you up for him, driving his cock into you twice before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “what about you, Miss? You’re the same, aren’t you? I can feel your cunt squeezing around me every time you look at the perverts watching us.”

Your limbs felt heavy, something in your stomach convulsing at his words. “Watch your mouth-”

Calloused fingers slipped under you to tangle in the hair at your nape, tugging sharply until your neck craned at the force, your next words dying on your tongue as he began pistoning his cock into your needy cunt, a broken cry ripping through your chest as his cockhead pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You want them to watch how I’m gonna fuck you full? I’ll give you all I have, Miss, every last drop, until you’re all swollen with my cum,” he rambled, soft lips pressed against your temple while he hammered into you, sending you barreling towards the edge.

A tingle spread through your limbs, the edges of your vision darkening, and you prepared to freefall into a numbing orgasm, but San’s hips suddenly slowed to a languid grind, his lips stretching menacingly against your skin.

“No- fuck, I was so close-”

San interrupted your complaints, “tell me you want it.”

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. It was as though he was holding your orgasm for ransom. “Don’t be a fucking asshole, I’m still your boss-”

“-and I’m the one fucking you stupid,” he retorted, that vexing smirk on his face once again, and you wanted to punch it away. You’d assume abusing an employee would bring bad rep to your club, though, and you couldn’t afford to lose any customers. So you settled on glaring at him, attempting to roll your hips but huffing when San’s hands anchored you down to the floor.

“C’mon, just say you want it. I’ll give you whatever you want, Miss.” He lowered his voice down to a whisper, “all of it, just for you.”

The deep baritone of his voice, the words flowing smoothly off his tongue, warm hands splayed over your hips, occasionally squeezing at the flesh at the end of every sentence, his musky perfume mixed in with the tangy scent of his sweat engulfing your senses. Your walls pulsed around his cock, sitting  thick and heavy inside you while you squirmed under him, the skin of your cheeks heated under his gaze as he awaited the words he wanted to hear. After a few minutes of his relentless stare-down, cat-like eyes boring into yours with incessant demand, you gave in, muttering the words under your breath and breaking eye contact.

Just when you thought you could breathe again, his deep chuckle echoed in your ear, the pleasant sound preferable over the music playing in the background, but his words sent a wave of cold sweat seeping out of your pores, “No, no. Say it louder for me, darling.”

You huffed in exasperation, the smell of alcohol swimming in the air between you. Shutting your eyes to relieve yourself of the sight of San's sharp jawline and arched eyebrow, you missed the way his gaze flitted upwards to meet with Wooyoung’s—the man now sat in the chair to the left of the stage, palming at the obvious tent in his pants.

San gave a harsh thrust to egg you on, the shot of pleasure shooting up your spine at the gesture enough to push the words off your tongue, “just fucking give me your cum already, ‘want it all inside,” you slurred, voice breathy with hints of desperation.

San didn’t waste any time before picking up his pace, pounding into your heat with urgent want, as though he was a starved man at a banquet. It was as though he’d lit your nerves on fire, the pleasure so intense your mind went numb, nails digging into San’s biceps as he pulled moan after moan out of you. “Hnnngh! L-like that, yeah-”

There was no build-up to your orgasm, and you found yourself tumbling down a steep cliff into a valley of ecstasy, lips forming an ‘o’ while San guided you through it. With your back arched off the ground, your blouse damp and stuck to your slick back, you clung to the fluid drag of San’s throbbing cock between your fluttering walls, the sound of skin-on-skin following the beat vibrating through the speakers.

San’s fingers dented your skin with enough force to promise blossoming bruises, his breath laboured as he began to chase his own high after you’d ridden out yours, fucking into you like a madman, “’m almost there, Miss, ‘gonna make sure you’re nice and full of me,” He groaned near your ear, the sound melting away the tinges of overstimulation jolting you away from him, his tight grip keeping you in place to buck his hips into your used hole. “So full you might get pregnant- ngh!”

Driven to completion by his own words, San’s throaty moans drowned out the melody strumming in the background, spurts of hot cum adding to the white painting your walls as he milked himself of every last drop. It seemed like you were the one who had fucked him stupid, barely-coherent, babbled praise flowing into your ear as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

Your knee dug into your chest, and you stared at the lace still hanging off your ankle where it sat on San’s shoulder, pins and needles pricking at your muscles from the prolonged position. But you didn’t complain, simply basking in the afterglow while San’s chest rose and fell into yours. You could see the flutter of paper bills in your peripherals—more than you’d ever seen before on a slow, Thursday night—barely any of them reaching you as the men tossing them had their dominant hands preoccupied. Your eyes moved sideways, meeting Wooyoung’s, already staring back at you with a knowing smirk on his pouty lips.

Through the thick haze of the orgasm still clouding your mind, your muscles twitching with its remnants as San’s cock spasmed pathetically between your flooded walls, two loads streaming out of your stretched cunt, you realised just how much Choi San enjoyed performing for a crowd.

And just how much you could profit off that.

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[chiconon]

By ordinance divine! ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა gift for @akumafuwafuwa 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ

[dia-tribe]

honestly im just so stupid proud of myself for theseee

[the-slushie-monster]

XDD i was trying so hard to stay awake in class before the last bell of the day and oml I doze off and drew theseee lol i dont have much of a problem thoooo its the angy gampa sooo

(BROO, lowkey super proud that they came out so well even though i was about to fall asleep doing these!! XDDD)

[multiplefandomsblog]

ok- more shuichi fluff because i just baked cake pops and then the fluff ideas popped in !

baking with shuichi, fluff headcanons :D

his favorite sweet are chocolate muffins

you both definitely get flour and egg yolk on each other- he can pretty clumsy sometimes

sometimes you bake for him when he gets off work

you even bake cakes and cookies for him, no matter if it’s a special occasion or not

Shuichi could not bake without you or else he will absolutely burn the whole kitchen down

however he makes birthday cake pops for you as a treat for being a wonderful soulmate! he was very proud for not burning down the kitchen

he wears glasses when he bakes, end discussion-

sometimes if he’s stirring the ingredients together you can’t help but watch him,,

his favorite cake flavor would be birthday cake or red velvet, maybe even oreo flavored cake

you may or may not baked him a cake with blue and black frosting after he solved a very difficult case; the cake had “my favorite detective, congratulations love and i love you” you both shared a slice of cake as he cleaned your face of any crumbs or frosting

the cake pops were good, but yay i gave more fluff content <3

ANON!!!! 👏WHEN👏ARE👏YOU👏GOING👏TO👏DROP👏THE👏LINK👏FOR👏YOUR👏EXISTING👏OR👏SOON-TO-BE👏EXISTING👏BLOG👏!????!?!👏

THESE ARE SO GOOD AHSHBRHR I LOVE THESEEE P L E A S  E OMGGGG SDJGKVJCSVVSDKVHSDVJ

[tmmylovejoy]

DUDE CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! Wait dude that's so exciting!! Your first choice college!!!👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 That's amazing, I'm so proud of you!!!! :DDD 💕💘💗💕💘💕💞 Your future is bright my friend; wishing you the best of luck!!! YOU WIN THESE LET'S GOOO

Thank you so so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺. I’m really glad I got in cause I only applied to three places lmao so it was very relieving when I got the email. I WIN THESEEE

[queenjanai]

1 2 3 4 10

i’ve already answered 3 4, so i’m gonna answer the rest

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

my first fic i believe was an edgy sailor moon fic, written in a giant pink notebook i had when i was 12. the notebooks is thankfully gone. my first published fic was for a book series i read that turned really bad, i did read it a while ago just to see how bad it is and it is bad. it’s like under 100 words, super idk, cheesy you could call it. but i’m not bashing myself for writing it, because i was freaking 13 years old. and i barely knew english then, fancy vocabulary even less. so yeah it’s kinda embarrassing for 20 years old me, but 13 years old me liked it, so i’m okay with it

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

my most recent fic, i posted it just now is lovers, and i think i’ve come quite far. i don’t think my level of writing got significantly better, i still read other people’s fics and get blown away by the choice words, but i think my approach to writing got a lot better

i talked about it a little before, as much as taking prompts was a fun, amazing experience that was my starting point, there was a lot of pressure about it. when you take prompts, you’re essentially pleasing other people. you’re writing for them. and the more people who read your fics, the more you wanna please them. i started writing for janaya already knowing not to get swayed by validation, not to let it be the thing that drives me to write. because validation won’t always come, and i don’t wanna get shattered because of it

i often found myself thinking “if i don’t take prompts, will people still care about my writing? will i have anything to write about?” and the answer to both is yes. i obviously lost some readers once i stopped taking prompts, and along the way after. you know i post shit and people don’t agree with my opinions, that’s okay. i don’t wanna go back to the first chapter of knights of sunshine and see who commented and is no longer there because i feel like it will just make me sad

i’m not gonna lie and say that my original fics (that is, not prompts) get less notes/comments, because they do. i get wayyy less notes these days (but we are in a hiatus). i think most of the comments now are from my friends, but that’s okay. i love my original ideas, i love how i’m truly writing for myself, and idc if it causes me to lose readers

if you wanna talk about some real development i’m really proud of, i started posting short one shots that i love. i never did because i feel like people won’t read a fic with a low word count, but i love my short scenes more than anything

so basically, i learned how to let myself breathe, be okay with the number of notes/comments i get, and just chill about it

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

uuuhh, i honestly can’t tell? idk if i never read a janaya/braime fic before writing about them. probably not. i do try not to read fics while i’m writing because i don’t wanna accidently copy someone’s work

thank youu for all of theseee

[losfacedevil]

@telli1206 I’M FINALLY ANSWERING THESEEE!

4. an account on social media whose posts make you smile Dude Laura Perlongo’s Instagram posts about her kids make my day! 

9. a quote that you would consider getting tattooed or putting in a frame I already have the Shawn Mendes Lyrics I’d want tattooed, BUT there’s a saying ‘Be good, do good.’ that’d I’d consider tattooing. 

10. something you’ve created in the last year that you’re proud of (a playlist, a piece of art, some writing, a craft hobby, a social media account, etc) There’s a ton of Shawn writing I’m super proud of, but I can’t be arsed to link it. 

22. if you were going to dye your hair any colour of the rainbow, what would you choose? We’ve had this discussion. Hands down Evie Royal Blue!

24. describe the most wacky, weird and wonderful at-home outfit you’ve put together I literally live in whatever hoodie I pull out of the closet and my Tell Me Sweatpants!

[elulsdr]

AAA thank you so much i love theseee!!!😍🤍 proud to be a venusian 🧿

hii here for the game

libra venus 1H, libra rising

Hi, beautiful venus sister

Honestly this one is my favorite so far

[whimsical-ness]

Fairy lights, Daisies, and Plants. 💖

fairy lights - ooh i would probably want to know exactly how intelligence agencies work and alllll the information they have hahaha because im genuinely curious to know what they do👀

daisies - as of now my greatest achievement is probably that i managed to get nearly a full scholarship to a really competitive uni!! my parents are rlly proud and happy and so am i 🙈

plants - idk who i would pick tbh, ive always pictured doing something romantic like stargazing with a significant other, but i am very much single ://

ily hope for sending theseee 💖💖

[spiritstallion]

[nerdwitchkryss]

Still proud of theseee

*puts up a compilation of the ribbon/weapon combos I made for my friends because I love them* @saihyo-of-the-frost @artemis-entreri @letslightitup @thetipsytiefling

You nerds know which ones are yours XD