This is the MOST adorable gift I got for my birthday this year.
Thank you for the beautiful gift, no one has drawn me before. Especially not in such a beautiful and precise way..
You moved me soooo much.🥺💖
Your words and their expression through your charming and emotional paintings, prove the purity in you. You are the proof that there are kind people in the world who fill it with goodness and joy.
Love you so much, my princess.. and I'm so happy that I met a magical fairy like you🧚🏻🌷🍃.
(She also wrote me an amazing poem that brought tears to my eyes from the beauty of the words and the unique calligraphy she did for them, simply made by an artist hands!!! 🥹🖌️)
This beautiful art made by the princess @genevieveskingdom
My best friend on Tumblr✨🌸
She is a source of inspiration for me!🌺
(BTW, you all must to read her fantastic touching stories!!!😭😭😭💖😍😍)
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skinny people honestly just get so offended when things aren’t about them…like everything ALWAYS constantly revolves around them. fashion, characters that look like them, romances that revolve people that look like them. quite honestly…it’s like they can’t stand things NOT being about them.
you are doing gods work writing what you do. genuinely, your writing makes me feel like my body is something beautiful and desirable. i’m sorry you have to deal with nasty anons. i’ve never seen you treat any of your readers cruelly unless they outright disrespect your boundaries (and even then you aren’t even being rude, just clearly stating your boundaries and what you do/don’t write??? you’re fine bb 💖💖💖)
FR like all they have to do is look up another account and there’s a 99% chance that account either doesn’t describe the body at all or caters to thin readers.
I’ve had so many people say my account is the first one they’ve seen of someone only writing for chubby people in the monster fucker community, and I believe it!
I made this account because every time I sat down to read a monster fucker post it described the reader as “dainty and small, her waist was sooo thin she’s literally the size of an atom 🥺” and I just couldn’t stand it.
This content caters to fat people! Thin people have everything, this is only one account. Let me write in peace!
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tenth doctor the most relatable doctor because i too have a massive ego and ignore people who are attracted to me 💖
closeups (including text and image ID) under the cut, snip snip snip ✂️
[Image ID: a sketchpage-style series of eight digital drawings of the tenth doctor. they are all bust/torso up, and each is doing a different activity in slightly different canon outfits. the first depicts him in his glasses fiddling with wires. in the next he's wearing classic 3d specs, and appears shocked. in the next he is smiling with his face close to the viewer while donna stands annoyedly behind him. in the next he side-eyes the viewer with a neutral to serious expression. the next depicts his sad, wounded face from the aftermath of the conflict in End of Time Part Two; his suit jacket is slightly torn and his eyes are watery. the next has him examining a chip pierced at the end of a plastic fork he's holding. in the next he stares off to the side, slightly confused. in the last he's wielding the sonic screwdriver, pointing it upwards with a perplexed look on his face. there is penciled text scribbled around the drawings, reading "Ten!", "god complex", "GEEK CHIC", "adhd icon", "everyone want her sooo bad", "baby girl", "go whiteboy go!!!", "farsighted (for the DRAMA)", "stylish bedhead", "there's like, four of him", "SAD.", "WET.", "PATHETIC.", "will not STFU", "has canonically eaten human blood :)", "omfg?!", "needs therapy", "kinda toxic :/ (free my girl martha)", "if a drowned weasel was also the most beautiful girl you're ever seen", "misses his girlfriend :(", "PRETTYBOY", "asexual SLUT", "he's sorry. he's so, so sorry.", and "ALLONS-Y!". there is also sparse radial gallifreyan and crude sketches of the tardis and a chuck converse shoe. /.End ID]
my brain goes "ooooo you are gonna draw tenth doctor fifty bajillion time" and i go "thanks brain you are correct. we are in agreement."
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hi jade!! i love eddie and roan always, can we get a ficlet from their earlier days where roan is smaller. just whatever you want to write about, thanks love you💖
Eddie isn’t sure how you’ve ended up like this, but he’ll take it. He’s never laid in someone’s lap, at least not with a girl he was dating, never had someone like him enough to start scratching his back of their own volition. You draw sweetly gentle lines up and down the length of him with your nails, never pausing, an automatic expression of love.
He’s pathetic, pressing his face to your stomach. He really hopes you love him.
“Can I sleepover?” you whisper.
“You can move in,” he mumbles.
“You shouldn’t flirt so much.” Your hand climbs up to his hair, where you continue your awful lovely scratching. “Can I have a kiss?”
You shouldn’t be allowed to whisper like that. Eddie turns his face away from your stomach and lifts his chin. He’s spoiled —you lean down and kiss him. He doesn’t do any of the hard work.
“Daddy?”
Eddie touches your face and finally forces himself to sit up. “Ro?”
She’s wearing pyjamas you bought for her with good intention but misinformation, the legs pooling around her feet and the sleeves over her hands. Her smile showcases a row of pearly, baby teeth. She looks cute, but her hair is alarming.
“What have you done?” Eddie asks, cringing. “Babe, are those stickles again?”
“They’re stuck,” she says. She realises he’s alarmed and begins to panic, reaching up, “Oh no!”
“It’s okay,” Eddie says, quickly burying his own emotions. He should’ve done so from the start, but you’d yanked his defences down and left him a slovenly mess from all your sweetness. Plus, it’s not like he’s the calmest guy in the world. “Baby, it’s fine. Come here, let me see.”
“Wait,” she says tearfully.
“Baby,” he says again, softer still, “come here, I’ll fix it. I promise.”
“Cross your heart?” she asks.
Eddie pouts at her wobbly lip. “I cross my heart, Roanie. Just come sit down.”
You squeeze his thigh with a distinct sense of pride, though he has no idea what he’s done. Roan drags herself to the couch and Eddie picks her up to sit her between your leg and his, getting a better look at the problem, red, green, and yellow stickle bricks lost in her hair. It’s not as bad as it seems closer up.
He draws a line with tow of his knuckles across her shoulder. “It’s fine,” he says, kissing her cheek, “it’s okay, no biggie. I’ll go get a comb and we’ll brush them all out! Your beautiful hair will be fine.”
“Thank you,” she says.
You make a funny sound. “Aw, Ro.” You take a stickle brick into your hand carefully. “Can I help too?”
“Please, please.” She turns her huge eyes on you and grabs your arm. “Please don’t pull.”
“Never, babe.”
You and Eddie take some time to pull the bricks from her hair, their tines like Velcro stuck between her dark curls. It takes ages, and she grows frustrated, but Eddie holds her hand in his and says, “Just be patient, sweetheart, you gotta wait,” while feeling especially tender. He forgets sometimes that she’s not his mini me after all, that her experiences of fear are fresh and new. “It’s going okay, Ro, it just takes ages.”
“It’s hurting,” she whines.
He doesn’t believe her, but maybe it is a little uncomfortable. “Do you want to take a break? You’ll have to stay really still.”
“Please pull them out.”
“Alright, babe.” He tucks his hair behind his ears. “Let’s do this.”
Eventually, with Roan near tears and Eddie worried you’re overwhelmed, you untangle the three bricks from her hair and brush away the matted tangles. “Sooo silky,” you murmur, leading the comb down to her small shoulders.
“I think we’re done. You are restored to your former glory, babe,” Eddie says.
Roan lifts her hands up and feels along her head. “No bricks?”
“Totally fixed.”
Roan stands up on the couch. Eddie eyes her suspiciously, but she wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek, reminiscent of how Eddie thanks her when she’s being good. “Thank you, dad.”
He snorts. Roan beams at him and spins on her socked foot to hug you. You don’t get a kiss. You look overjoyed anyhow, quick to wrap her up and pat her back. “Thank you,” she says.
“You’re welcome, princess.” You meet his eyes over her hair. “You’re more than welcome. No more stickles in your hair through, right?”
“Right,” she says with an eager nod.
Eddie shakes his head at you. This is the third time this month.
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hi! if you’re not busy could you please write something about logan and his partner just being like… in love? idk i would love to just sit and hold logan while we look at each other n maybe kiss a bit 😭😭 wade would be sooo annoying about it but i think i’d be endeared that someone sees how much i love my partner and how much they’d love me. I hope this isn’t too vague! thank you lovely!
aww I love this - I would love to write a little “in love” moment with him, I hope you like this!! 💖
logan howlett x gn!reader | 350 words | fluff
It’s a beautiful afternoon. The apartment windows are cracked open - the sounds of the city layering with the slight breeze that hints at autumn.
Music playing on your phone, jammed into a back pocket as you hum and sway to the beat with Mary Puppins - her tongue flicking against your cheek, making you squeal.
You’re in a good mood. Finally a decent day at work. Promises of an evening spent with someone that turns your stomach into a conservatory of butterflies.
Logan’s eyes are on you, when you turn. Both catching each other - you going still, heat in your cheeks at getting caught. His eyes soft - the gentle curve of a smile, a look you’re still not used to.
“Hi.” You breathe, as he pushes himself off the couch. Gently setting Dogpool on the floor as he crowds your space - hands finding your waist.
“Hi.” Logan rasps, “‘s good seeing you happy.”
“Always happy when I see you.”
It’s not dancing, not really. Just shared smiles, the slightest sway of hips before his mouth presses to yours.
The kiss is sweet. You know hunger, desire, but this is something else. A low hum, a long-held sigh as Logan tugs you flush against him. Your own arms twining around, feeling how perfectly you fit together.
Love, in the way you gaze at him after. Reflected in his eyes - a snapshot of a moment that you’ll tuck away.
It’s ruined, by the sound of exaggerated gagging.
“Marvel H. Christ, get a room,” Wade groans, “You two are eye-fucking so hard that I’m afraid I’m gonna get knocked up from the overspray.”
Logan scowls, as you shake your head. Going with him this time, your back resting against his chest as he settles back on the couch.
An arm wrapping around, letting you lace your fingers in his. Squeezing them, as your head tilts back to meet his gaze,“You’re happy too, right?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” His fingers squeeze back.
“I am.”
thank you for sending this! 💖
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Sub!Ethan Landry x Mean!reader headcanons (Sfw & Nsfw)
A/n: ngl i think i’m going to stick to fluff after this 😭, let me know what you guys think in the comments or my inbox!
Warning: this is written with a afab fem!reader in mind
SFW
💝: Has your picture as his lockscreen & homescreen, he changes it every time you send him pictures of yourself
💝: Wears shirts that say “property of *y/n*”, “I love my beautiful girlfriend”, and have your picture on them. He bought them himself too 😭
💝: Only has social media to post you, his bio is “*y/n* fanpage”
💝: Your personal photographer, his entire photo gallery is pictures of you
💝: Calls you early in the morning, when he knows you won’t be awake, to leave you a voicemail to listen to when you wake up
💝: Loves watching cheesy romcoms with you (even if he won’t admit it 🙄)
💝: Loves watching you when your focused or paying attention to anything other than him
💝: Holds your hand all the time
💝: Always nervous and giggly with you even if you’ve been dating for a long time
💝: he’s just a gentleman
💝: Carries your bags around campus, the mall, when you’re out, literally anywhere
💝: Never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you
💝: Literally worships the ground you walk on
💝: Loves when you wear his clothes
💝: Has pictures of you everywhere, in his car, by his bed, in his wallet, in his phone case
NSFW
💖: Was a virgin before he met you
💖: Gets turned on when you’re mean to him
💖: It’s huge 😭
💖: He’s a slut! only for you though 🙏
💖: Eats you out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do
💖: Reallyyy vocal, literally moaning in your ear
💖: Loves using toys he buys on you
💖: Always wants you on top
💖: Needs you to mark him so everyone knows he’s your property (scratches on his back from your nails, bruised knees from kneeling to eat you out, bites on his neck, hickeys everywhere)
💖: Gets off on pleasing you
💖: Tells you to use him, he wants to be your fucktoy
💖: Cums in you all the time if you let him
💖: Sooo dramatic when he orgasms
💖: Asks if you can cockwarm him while you’re watching a movie
💖: Can’t even look at you when you’re going down on him cause he’ll cum
💖: He’s down with anything you want to try, new position? handcuffs? edging? make a video? he’ll try anything once and if you like it, he’ll do it as much as you ask him too
💖: Loves when you pull his hair, that’s when he knows he’s doing a good job
💖: Gets off to you degrading him
💖: Asks to do positions that let him see your face and his dick bulging in your stomach (Cowgirl is his favorite)
💖: He likes to make eye contact whenever you have sex (he loves staring you down when he eats you out)
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