#this will probably flop

[iwatcheditbegin]

Okay so I’m just curious the most cringe Taylor related thing you’ve done?

[hamishlinklaters]

It's National Playing Card Day – so I wanted to experiment with making a King of Hearts for the King of our Hearts! Would you play with a Hamish-themed deck?

[wrathofrats]

Oh I fucking despise doing this but it’s just an interest check

My bills have gone up like $100 a month and I don’t get paid enough to pay and have any money for medical shit and food and ??? Life LMAO

Basically this is a commissions interest check. For writing, probably $7 per 1k? And higher rates for stuff above 5k, I think that’s decently fair? I can be persuaded otherwise

[pbandjz]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 • 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: pdh!gene x fem!reader

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: angst/comfort, fluff, romantic/suggestive tension.

𝐜𝐰: slightly suggestive (its GENE.) but majority sfw. 16+ !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 2nd year at phoenix drop high, youre a sophmore. You run into ivy causing a mess and getting on her SUPER bad side. keeping ivys bullying to yourself from your friends, you get into a situation with the shadow knights.

Σ(＞Д＜)

DISCLAIMER

ive never writen a fanfic before so if this is cringe or too many unnecessary details i am so sorry...pls give me a chance..(pls give me feedback on how to improve my writing. pls be nice.)

(writing this slowly but surely...not even sure about the plot heheheee...)

chapter 1.

You wake up to a beam of light hitting your face. Its coming from the window. The fan above you softly moving the curtains with rhythm causing the light from the morning sun to spill into your room. You shift in your satin sheets to face the other direction when your phone begins to ring. You groan as you rub the tiredness away from your eyes as the alarm continues to play. Reaching for your phone, you turn the alarm off. You yawn and rub the crust out of your eye and open your phone while laying back down onto the satin pillows. checking your messages every morning has been a routine since moving the Phoenix Drop 3 months back. You didnt have many friends but the ones you have made so far are enough for you. A couple minutes pass by , no one has texted you since last night. Setting the phone down on your nightstand, you turn onto your stomach and start stretching to wake yourself up more. You slowly and lazily roll out of bed sliding on your slippers. Making your way to the bathroom that was just a few step away, you can hear your baby brother humming to himself while he brushes his teeth. Sharing a bathroom with your baby brother wasn't the worst but he did have a tendency of not cleaning up after himself. You swing the door open walk up to the foggy mirror. The floor was wet and the room was humid. You glare at your brother who has a towel wrapped around his chest and one on his head. He gives you a stupid grin with the toothbrush still in his mouth. You roll your eyes and turn to grab your tooth brush. getting yourself ready for the first day of sophomore year. You think to yourself while finsihing up your makeup, "--i wonder who ill have classes with..‐-" mid thought, you hear another song blasting from your phone, signaling that it was time to head downstairs for breakfast. You were driving to school and picking up Aphmau on the way just as you had discussed the night before. Rushing out of the bathroom while brushing the last bits of tangled hair out, you throw on your uniform. Then throwing the brush onto your bed. You run into the bathroom to wet your hair a bit and check if your makeup is decent before grabbing your phone and bag and running down the stairs to meet your mother. She always seemed so happy in the morning. Smiling bright for her two beautiful babies. She was the best. She walks over to your father and places a kiss on his head while placing plates of eggs on toast for the family. You pick one up and scarf it down with some Apple juice to wash it down. You wipe off the crumbs from your face and hurry to the door grabbing your keys and throwing on the converse you've worn since freshman year. You check the time on your phone before opening the door to your lovely home. "I'll see you guys after school, I love you!!" you shout, pausing for a response. "Ok sweetheart drive safe. we love you too!" you hear your mom yell from the kitchen, your dad grunting loudly in agreement. Not much of a talker but he was also the best. You smile while shutting the door and locking the door before heading to the small car you bought after months of working and saving up. You slide into the drivers seat and start the car before pulling out and making your way to aphmaus place.

[zoeythegoodgirl]

Why not tell me what kind of date you wanna take me on? 🥺👉👈

[sapphickocho]

Wip....monday?? I decided to post little teasers of upcoming chapters, and this is one from my Renkaza The Flames Of The Ember Haired Courtesan fanfic. Sadly this is chapters away, so I thought to share it.

[jean-meowreau]

Okay I'm late in the day but maybe not too late.

Send an Ask for WIP Wednesday update to make me write a bit?

1. kevjerejeandreil poly situation (ace/aro/trans Neil, too)

2. Tattoo Shop/Art School/Mafia AU

3. Father's Day Revenge

4. My Version of the Andreil "that doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you"

5. Call of Duty - GazNikPrice A/B/O

[lealikestodraw]

Guys, my [girlfriend] just [died] and I just keep thinking about how [now that she's] gone.. I get to wear all [her] °◇•fancy clothes°◇•.

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This is such an self-indulgent post. I just wanted to draw Hero in my clothes because it would look so gender of literally anyone else wearing them. Also, fluffy haired Hero?? Hello???? I didn't want to color all the details on the dresses, so the most you get is some color on the outfit lines. Hopefully this won't flop like I feel it will haha.

Image ID:

Hero: hand me your gender.

Hero: ha ha

Hero: no really. now.

[zo1nkss]

My birthday is coming up on the first and I'm broke as All Hell. A friend encouraged me to make this so if anyone is feeling super nice or generous, I would love an opportunity to treat myself 👉🏻👈🏻

Ca/Ve: Nativoid

[cozymochi]

certified Deuce moment that definitely happened [ x ]

Ko-fi

[iwatcheditbegin]

Put your dream collaboration in the tags

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[tolbyccia]

some sort of creature

[mysterycubes]

This one really popped off on Twitter for some reason

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: gn (f! bodied)! reader, aged up! ftm megumi, scissoring, looots of making out

megumi’s breaths are ragged, scarred chest rising and falling so fast and heavily. his ears and cheeks are burning hot pink as he stares with blown up eyes at the space, or rather lack-there-of, between you two. he's propped up on his elbows, fingers fiddling with the sheets beneath him.

your breathing isn't much steadier. your hands are on his thighs, holding him still and holding yourself up. both of your legs are in such a convoluted position, one that took far too long to get comfortably in. you gulp before taking megumi’s hips in your hands and bringing his weeping cunt against yours.

he gasps; it's shirll and pitchy. no one else gets to see him all disheveled and shaky like you do. you dig your nails into his hips, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle your own sounds.

you grind your pussy against his, puffy clits rubbing against one another. once. twice. three times.

there's so much slick arousal between you two, absolutely coating both of you and dripping down onto the mattress. his poor cunt is clenching around nothing as you swipe yours against it again. his legs are shaking; he’s using all his strength to stop them from trashing and ruining the intricate way they were tangled with yours.

he’s mewling out your name with blue eyes squeezed shut so tight it starts to give him a headache when the rolling of your hips becomes sloppy. he can feel your throbbing pulse against his cunt just like you can feel his and if might just be heaven.

you lean down and attach your lips with his parted ones. he kisses you back like he's starving. your humping of his pretty folds is messy and thoughtless, but every bump of your clitty against his has him moaning against your tongue.

he bucks his hips up, trying to give the driving of your hips any sense of direction, but all it does is make you moan into each other's mouths.

it's all dirty, crude—from the way your cunts squelch against another to the way you're pushing your tongue down his throat, spit spilling from your mouth onto his face—though, it's all pretty, perfect.

he’s close embarrassingly quick, and the way your lips trail from his down to his neck and collar is only amplifying the coiling in his tummy. it's far too much when you finally find some sort of rhythm, a method to get your clit to kiss his with each propulsion of yourself against him.

he grasps at your waist, digging his blunt nails into your side. he's whimpering and wailing. “shit, fuck. i-i’m gonn—” he doesn't even get his words out, opting to just buck himself against you desperately.

you just let out a little hum, sucking a pretty purple blotch into his pale skin. it's taking so much effort to balance the way you're making out with his neck and scissoring his pretty pussy, but it's all so worth it when his cunt is gushing against yours.

his squirt drips down your pussy to leak through the already sodden sheets. he's gasping out your name, eyes rolling back into his head. “thank you, thank you—ah! fuck! thank you!” he cries out.

you can't help the equal euphoria that rushes through you in tandem, thrusts against him losing any sense of meticulousness once again. your own sap joins the wreck of liquid between you before you practically collapse onto him.

he's shaking and heaving, a few salty drops wetting his heavy lashes. both your bodies are still convulsing in the aftershocks of such delight.

“you're welcome.”