#sneak peek for anon

[grocerystorelist]

thinking about confessional girl starting to go to sunday mass and getting on her knees in front of priest matty to receive communion and him impassively putting the wafer on her tongue and it riling her up soooo bad because he has just ignored her since that night. she’s giving him her best fuck me eyes and staring up at him through her lashes and he is just standing there like a little bitch but inside he is trying so hard not to stick his fingers in her mouth and press down on her tongue and make her suck them

[webslingingslasher]

J I missed you so much!!! 💗 Is there any chance you’re working on a new fic anytime soon? I haven’t been here in what felt like forever (a month lol) but I really miss reading some of your longer stories hope you’re doing good!!!

yesss!! i’m working on some bigger things… but this has been my newest passion project::

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There’s a girl coming out of Peter’s room.

You’re stood on the cusp of Ethan’s doorframe. Just as you grabbed the knob, Peter’s door swung open. He caught the side of the door, holding it.

A girl walks out.

Peter’s behind her.

There’s a girl coming out of Peter’s room and he’s holding the door for her. You caught a laugh, she fixes the shoulder on her crooked sweater.

You think you’re dying. Short circuiting at the mildest. Peter’s been relentless at trying to get you back, you’re not sure if he gave up or got bored of waiting around for a reply.

But there’s a girl coming out of his room and she’s really pretty.

[retquits]

Hi, love your art! Just wondering if you hc Abigail having any facial piercings?

thank you so much! (╯▽╰ ) YES I SUPER DO!! i'm cooking them up for you, check back ... sometime tomorrow probably!!!

[bixels]

Do you have a quick nationality guide of each character in the 1920s AU?

You don't have to answer if you don't want too.

The list got a bit long, so they're under the cut:

Rosita –– 🇲🇽🇺🇸

Rarity –– 🇨🇳🇺🇸

Doli –– First Nations

Félicie –– 🇫🇷🇺🇸

Big Mac –– 🇺🇸

April-Jacqueline –– 🇺🇸

Granny Smith –– 🇺🇸

Abagail –– 🇺🇸

Isabelle –– 🇨🇳🇺🇸

Socorro –– 🇲🇽🇺🇸

Thea –– 🇺🇸

Stella –– 🇮🇹🇺🇸

Zahara –– 🇰🇪

Capt. Samuel –– 🇺🇸

Cadance –– 🇮🇹🇺🇸

Trixie –– 🇭🇰🇺🇸

Sunset –– 🇲🇽🇺🇸

Luna, Celestia, Discord, Chrysalis: 🏰

Including characters yet to be designed/revealed:

Dixie: 🇵🇱🇺🇸

Doc: 🇹🇷

Octavia: 🇮🇳🇺🇸

Vinyl Scratch: 🇺🇸

Lyra: 🇬🇷🇺🇸

Bonnie: 🇩🇿🇫🇷

Carol Cho: 🇰🇷🇺🇸

Capt. "Spitfire": 🇮🇪

Soren: 🇳🇴🇬🇧🇺🇸

Miss Cheryl Lee: 🇺🇸

Nurse Rotherz: 🇩🇪

[stevie-petey]

Chapter 8 sneak peek?? 😏😏🤭🤭

heres a lil snippet !!

i finished the entire battle sequence. now i gotta write the aftermath scenes <3333

[pianokantzart]

I know people have probably talked about it a lot but I absolutely love the protective big brother Mario displays throughout the whole movie. Like there is absolutely no question that Mario adores Luigi.

Literally there is no room for any doubt cuz Mario literally did everything he could to rescue his brother. Yeah helping Peach was a bonus but his number one goal was Luigi. And if there are people that ever do doubt it, all they need to is watch the reunion scene again. The desperation, the relief, the pain in his voice, how he clings to Luigi, the was the perfect way to show the audience that Mario loves his little brother.

No no, you're right to talk about it, because gosh darn it for how great the reunion scene is, Mario really earned it with how much he worried for Luigi all throughout the film

And even before they got separated, when they were just doing their normal day jobs, Luigi's wellbeing is always on Mario's radar. However much he wanted to prove himself, he was most burdened by a desire to do right by his brother, with the accusation that he was bringing him down having the biggest effect on him emotionally.

Even after he succeeds in rescuing Luigi from Bowser, when Mario's injured and at his lowest point, the thing that encourages him to get back up and fight was seeing their old TV commercial and remembering Luigi.

Heck, even Luigi's mini arc revolved around how good of a brother Mario is, and how much Luigi wanted to be able to return the favor for all the times he protected him.

So whatever direction the story might go in the future, I'm glad that they started things off with the strongest possible declaration that The Mario Brothers care about each other so much, have a healthy and loving bond, and are at their best when they're a team.

[skumhuu]

Seriously though I adore your Throne comic it's all but consumed me. I check every day, multiple times a day, for updates on twitter. Literally you are the only reason I go on Twitter at all

Ajdhdhdhd that’s so sweet 😭💖 just for you I’ll post a lil sneak peek sketch for a panel of the next page 👀

[bloodlegacies]

Hi, what was Hayden's reaction to MC saving lord Campos from princess Serah? Could we get a little bit of a sneak peak inside their head?

Hi, and course, I made a short POV of this on Patreon. I shouldn't show it all, but here's a small glimpse.

....

Hayden found that somewhat silly. Poetry? Why is that attractive in someone? Still, their sister loved to tease Hayden about it and claimed it was romantic. Hayden couldn't help but find it strange. In their view, music was much better, both for expressing emotions and for honoring someone and showing affection and love. The only problem was that Hayden wasn't as good at it as they would like, and they couldn't help but wonder if writing a poem would be enough to show how they felt about you-

It was their sister's sudden jolt that interrupted their thoughts and made Hayden widen their eyes as she hurriedly got down and jumped off the bleachers.

"Serah!" Hayden heard their father's shout and then the Duchess Alexandra's.

"No!"

Hayden's heart seemed to want to jump out of their chest when their sister raised her hands to Lord Campos, and flames erupted in a frightening fury towards him.

....

[youunravelme]

NEW FIC?? RATTHEW???? im SATTTTTTTT do u have any sneak peeks for us 👀👀👀👀 cant wait!!! <33

hmmmmm, well i guess i could give you a sneak peak rn since you're being so nice :)

the fic is split into two different timelines, before and after, so that's why you'll see "before" at the beginning of the sneak peek.

anyway, here's wonderwall

before

you were incredibly aware that you didn’t quite fit in. your mom drove you to school in a beat up 1997 toyota camry which looked incredibly out of place among the bmws and audis. your mom offered to walk you in, but she was wearing her scrubs from her night shift and her face looked tired, so you declined the offer and got out of the car yourself.

it shouldn’t have been as daunting as it was, but your old school wasn’t as prestigious as this one. your previous schools in cedar rapids had been public schools. no one was wearing a uniform, and most of the backpacks worn came from the same walmart in your old neighborhood. 

but your parents had decided they wanted a better education for you, even if neither of them had the money to fork out thousands of dollars for a private school. your mom’s parents, however, were loaded. they were more than willing to fork out a small fortune for your schooling under the conditions of your family uprooting your lives to missouri. you were too young to realize what a sacrifice that was, you didn’t notice the snide comments your grandparents made about your father’s choice of career or your mother’s choice in husband.

you didn’t see your grandparents any more than you usually did since you’d moved to missouri two weeks ago. they’d been out of town on a trip to rome up until three days ago and hadn’t reached out to have dinner or hang out at all.

not that you cared at the age of nine, you were more focused on unpacking your room. but now that you were standing in front of the giant school alone, you felt like you should’ve been more concerned with how nice your school supplies were.

a kind woman greeted you at the entrance of the school. she smiled and introduced herself, though you couldn’t hear her over the roaring in your ears. she stood next to a blond haired blue eyed boy who was your height.

“are your parents here?” you weren’t sure how you heard her over the noise in your head.

you shook your head. “my mom had to go home and my dad is at work.”

the woman blinked. “is today your first day?”

“mom, it’s everyone’s first day of school,” the boy groaned.

“i wasn’t talking to you, matthew,” she said, though her eyes never left your own.

“i just moved here,” was all you said, albeit a bit quietly. 

“well, you can walk in with us.” She placed a warm hand on your back and ushered you inside next to her son.

you took notice of her nicer clothing compared to your mom’s scrubs or your dad’s tattered khakis, though the woman’s clothing wasn’t as ostentatious as other parents’.

“do you know your teacher’s name?” the woman asked.

you nodded and showed her the crumpled paper in your hand. the night before, you were wracked with nerves and wrote your teacher’s on a blank sheet of paper and doodled around it. even at nine years old, you were concerned that you’d somehow forget. you couldn’t be more grateful for it now.

the woman’s face lit up. “oh how lucky! matthew look! you’re in the same class.”

matthew for his part, tried to look happy about it, but his eyes kept wandering to the hallways, like he was looking for people he knew. you felt bad for even being in this situation. you missed your friends from iowa and the light up shoes you used to wear before you were given a uniform.

matthew’s mom pointed out the classroom that was supposed to be yours and walked both you and matthew into the room. unlike her son, who immediately found his friends to do elaborate handshakes with, you stayed by her side. she was a stranger, sure, but she was more comforting that the classroom of fifteen other nine and ten year olds.

the woman sighed and bent down a little to look you in the eyes. “it’s gonna be a good day, sweetheart,” she said. “mr. terry is a great teacher, he’s really kind.” you weren’t sure how she would know that, but you weren’t going to call her a liar. “and if you need anything, ask matthew. he’s been going here since kindergarten, okay?”

you nodded.

mr. terry walked over and introduced himself. he had dark skin and a bright smile, showing you to your seat. your name was on a card with fun stickers on it. next to your seat, you saw matthew’s name. now it wasn’t necessarily an unpopular name, there were three matthews in your third grade class, so you weren’t holding out hope that it was going to be the matthew you walked into class with. but two minutes later, he was plopping down into the seat to your left.

matthew looked almost startled to see you sitting next to him, but when the shock wore off he gave you a crooked smile and stuck his hand out. “i’m matt,” he said, like you two didn’t walk into class together.

you shook his hand anyway and gave him a shy smile and told him your name, just in case he didn’t see it written on your desk.

if it was even possible, his smile widened. “pretty name,” he said.

[tadpolesonalgae]

just saw your reqs are closed and totally respect that, i just need to drop this little idea off before i forget it 😫, feel free to ignore

okay so i’m imagining like innocent!vanserra!reader x azriel, maybe she like was raised utm, mainly by eris, and was essentially protected by him throughout it, and maybe eris struck a deal with rhys utm when reader was like a young adult, where basically in return for information about beron/autumn, rhys just had to take reader in/find a spot for her to be safe away from beron/marriage suitors/amarantha. once feyre saved them, reader was taken to velaris as part of the deal, and azriel is like,, enamored by her. on one hand, he’s entranced, she’s so kind and sweet and lovely, but on the other hand he knows she’s eris’ sister, and he wants to basically just ruin her as payback and totally not because they’re like mates or something and he wants her all to himself

dark!pervert!azriel who sneaks into your bedroom at night to jack off 😶‍🌫️ he puts his spymaster abilities to good use, being entirely quiet as he pulls your covers down, taking in your half naked form 🙏 you’re wearing only a shirt (one of his) and white cotton panties, legs slightly spread and bent at the knees because it’s hot, and azriel’s just looming there over you, gently ever so slightly caressing your form with his pointer finger, just taking in the smooth expanse of your skin. then he gets the horny brilliant idea to pull down your panties as he’s jacking off, putting his dick right at the entrance to your pussy, not entering, just letting it rest there, the head of it slotted nicely between your lips, enjoying the warmth and slick gathering there, and azriels panting a little bit, and then he’s cumming right at the entrance of your pussy 🤭 after the high wears off a bit, he panics and realizes there’s literally evidence all over and in you. he goes to try and scoop some of it up, but ends up getting distracted by his work of art, and his instincts take control and he just starts shoving his cum farther into you, fingering it in until you’re cumming in your sleep, and you wake up a little, confused and horny, and yeah, i’ll leave it there

i was rereading cbmthy and the angst started taking over my brain so i converted my sadness into horniness

-🌁

I’m very happy to tell you this has been completed in the form of an 8k fic, titled Salt On My Tongue[***], and will be being uploaded tomorrow, at 21:00, English time 🧡💛

Below is a short section from the fic—I hope you enjoy it once it’s up!

Warnings: somnophilia; cum play; noncon is included though not evident below; dark Azriel, please take care 🧡💛

You’re thrown off by the encounter. He’s so contradicting.

Why be so cruel about your brother only to turn around and offer you a warm meal? Why the cold attitude only to allow you to sleep peacefully at his side? Why so threatening when he lets you so close?

And now this, too.

You don’t know how to feel, and it scares you.

Laying atop your bed are three folded shirts, a cut of square paper laying atop the stack.

‘Use these for now. More will arrive next week.’

You remain at the edge of the bed, fingers turning slack as you stare at the small script, blanket sliding down one shoulder. Blue, dark blue, and black. It’s easy to tell they’re far too large. It’s easy to tell they’re probably…

The blanket pools on the floor, shaky fingers raising the dark blue fabric from your bed, the shirt unfolding. You bring the collar to your face, pressing your nose into the material, inhaling softly.

They’re his.

Azriel presses deeper, fingers sliding in further, curling lightly, pushing and rubbing at different parts until…

You flinch in your sleep, a softly startled moan slipping from your lips.

He curls the pads of his fingers into that spot, bending them at the knuckle so the digits slant into the part that’s dragging these reactions out of you. He pushes against it, hungry for more, thumb habitually settling on your clit, oscillation made easier by the slippery cum splattered across your cunt…that he’s feeding back into you.

Azriel bites down on a groan as he scoops more of it up before pressing his fingers back to your entrance and shoving it in, pushing what was already released inside further, tucking it away as he searches for that spot again. He needs it to be kept inside of you. It’s not enough to have it coating you, he needs you to unknowingly have it within your body, perfectly storing it away. A secret shared between him and your cunt that you’re oblivious to.

The rise and fall of your chest is much more pronounced, and he wants to push the shirt out of the way so he can lay his mouth over your breasts, flick his tongue over your doubtlessly sensitive nipples. How would you react to that? With his fingers hitting that spot, his thumb over your clit, his tongue and shadows pinching and licking at your breasts?

You’d come on the spot.

[tojiscrack]

headcanon when megumi loses his dog in the fic, y/n sings “I JUST LOST MY DAWWWWWWWWG” and he would be annoyed with her for the rest of the day.

liar liar masterlist here:

did you…

you got the password to my notes or smth? ‘cause…

[five-bi-five-mind]

Am I allowed to ask for Diana Prince? 🌹

I’ve had this for awhile but whenever I get 🌹 asks I want to make sure I’m true to my word and adding 300-500 words before I answer. Finally I sat down to do that (and more) so here’s another peek at the next MTT:

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because, I want you to understand,” she said as her hand left yours to cup your chin. She turned your head up slowly until you finally met her eyes. “Commitment is serious where you are from, but here it’s even more so. When you promise yourself to someone it is not just for one lifetime, but for all of eternity. It is not something we take lightly.”

Her hand still held your face and you searched her eyes, trying to see where she was going with this. You had a gut feeling and you were terrified you were right.

“I want you to understand, little dove,” her thumb stroked your cheek, “the significance of what I’m about to ask.”

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/759294401491206144/hi-j-is-there-any-content-your-gate-keeping-from

oh my god more overstimulated from trouble sex peter

or cherry and peter content

please and thank you 😩😩

cherry and peter moment!! (i don't have an ask for it so it might just get scrapped 😔 but it's also a sneak so??)

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peter watched your face twist up, you regretted your decision instantly and had no idea what to do. you looked around the room, you were scared to offend peter and book it to the bathroom. you were also scared of puking. 

‘just spit it out.’ you glance down at your chest, it’s slimy and you want no part of it on you. slimy. your eyes water - you can’t fight it, you gag. peter holds his hand out, ‘spit.’ 

you open your mouth and scrape the substance off your tongue with your teeth, into peter’s palm. it’s worse looking at it, you squeeze your eyes shut and gag again. 

‘hold on, hold on!’ peter keeps that hand far away from you, he’s giving you a water bottle with the other. ‘drink. don’t puke.’ 

you chug like your life depends on it, only wincing when you hear peter wash his hands. 

‘i’m sorry!’ everyone prepares you for the taste. it's salty or metallic or tastes like nothing. but no one prepared you for the texture. 

‘are you feeling better?’ the water turns off, you take another sip from his bottle. you feel fine beyond the embarrassment. ‘i promise you didn’t taste bad.’ he didn’t, but god it was an awful mouth feel. 

‘hey, cherry,’ peter kisses the top of your head from behind before crouching in front of you. ‘it’s okay, i’m not upset in the slightest.’ 

you’re glad he isn’t. 

‘i am.’ 

peter brushes stray pieces of hair away from your eyes, you hope it’s not too messy. ‘upset on my behalf?’ he’s just as quiet as you. you were full of defeat, he’s full of tenderness. 

[zestys-stuff]

have you made any more ralak art we can have a sneak peek at? 🙈

Yes! I’m currently working on a few pieces 👀 it’ll take me a while tho since i have quite a filled schedule 😅 but here’s a sneak peek ❤️

[asleepyy]

aziraphale isn't skinny 🙃

you dont say. do i need to show u anymore of my art? the way i draw isnt always consistent so it varies, but i think i draw him fairly show accurate.

[pianokantzart]

Not to be evil nuuut. Perhaps then mario makes their foreheads touch one more time in ur comic :)

Funny you should mention that actually....