#what do i even tag this as mannnn

[dearnovella]

nvla turned 1 y/o 4 days ago wth tumblr why did i just get the noti

.

.

.

happy birthday i guess idrk what I'm supposed to do but i feel like i should be doing something special...

[mayoiayasep]

thank you How Do We Relationship for giving me tamaki shishio i'll treasure her for the rest of my life

[designernishiki]

You asked for a fic rec so I’ll toss this one at ya: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46767358?view_full_work=true Stick through the formatting for the characterization, tone, and really the whole vibe of this fic. I haven’t been able to get the bathroom call between Daigo and Majima out of my head for weeks since I read it with how naturally it all flows. My own little Daigo characterization booklet to review when I feel like I need a refresher on him.

so I may have stayed up until 6am reading this (would’ve slept earlier but I couldn’t stop reading it) and hgggahaghhhhaggahshhhhhhhh that was one of the most well-characterized fics I’ve ever read what the fuck. like the differences in how each character speaks (both tone-wise and in differing levels of authenticity) and how they speak to specific others (the daigo and majima dyanmic specifically- how they actually take into account how long they’ve been working really closely- SO good), the mental anguish and chaos vs the overwhelming emptiness of being daigo dojima but no longer The 6th Chairman Daigo Dojima……….I could keep going but I think you get it.

tbh I’d been wanting to write something exploring a similar set of dynamics/situation (post-kiryu’s fake death, interactions with haruka, daigo, and/or majima specifically, reflecting on his shortcomings while acknowledging the heavy Grief left behind) but now I’m like. well I still could but this was so well written in regards to daigo and haruka that, as far as something between those two goes, I don’t feel the need to.

thanks for the recommendation! my brain is broken now (affectionate)

[leatherbookmark]

oh god okay i understand that maybe not everyone is as indecisive/comfortable with saying "it depends!" as me, but like, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, but i just can't take people who call izzy a villain seriously

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I don’t want the typical slow burns anymore. I don’t want hopelessly pining after each other but worrying the other one doesn’t like them back. I don’t want to hear anything about “will this ruin our friendship?” I don’t want misunderstandings leading to angst. I don’t want any of that. All I want is simply a fic where character A is fully aware that Character B is head over heals for them and they go around making obvious flirts with them to see when Character B will get the hint and character B is just fucking stupid. Like, Character A does that “what’s the perfect way to ask someone on a date” and B is like “show up to their house with flowers” and A goes to Bs house with flowers and B is like “no. You have to do that to the person you like, idiot.”

BUT I don’t want any of that disappointed bullshit. A doesn’t take this as “maybe they don’t like me after all 🥺” no! No. A finds this fucking hilarious. They get more and more obvious just to see when the hammer finally hits the nail in B’s brain that yes, all their flirting WAS serious. And when that happens B will have a total breakdown because like “holy shit omfg you were fr!? You were /srs?! I CALLED YOU AN IDIOT 😭😭😭” and A will laugh their brains out as B goes through every moment in their head realizing just how obvious it should’ve been to them.

[sttoru]

i think toji would definitely tease reader about her oral fixation… like he would take his c*ck out but won’t let reader suck it and shit lollllll

DO NOT TOUCH

sypnosis. toji decides to not let you have your way this time: no touching or sucking him off until he allows you to.

note. anon.. you’re sooo right, this started off as a drabble but it quickly turned into more than that mannnne toji fr got me in a chokehold istg, hope u enjoy though cus i added some more stuff + this is not proof read so excuse any bad grammar mwah

tags. dom!toji x female reader. age gap (reader early 20s, toji 30s), pwp, implied blow jobs, teasing, male masturbation, cum play, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl, doll,’ toji’s a real meanie :>

all you wanted was to give toji what he deserved after a long day at work: a good and stress-relieving blow job. you’ve always enjoyed pleasuring your lover since it gave you the satisfaction you longed for; to have his cock deep inside your mouth, sucking and slobbering all over it while his low groans and grunts filled the room.

and yet, there you were now, sitting on your knees in front of toji whose green eyes were glued to the television instead. there was a subtle, lopsided grin on his face as he acted like he didn’t seem to care about what you were needing to do.

that man knows how much you like to suck him off. you’d do it whenever toji gave you the chance—which was almost every other day. he can never say ‘no’ to your desperate begging and especially not if those pleas involve your nasty desires to satisfy him. it made you look kind of pathetic, but the good kind. the kind of pathetic that made toji’s cock swell in his pants.

on most days, he would let you get to work immediately and shove his cock all the way into your wet mouth, though today was different. toji stopped you mid-way before you could have any physical contact with his dick that was now on display—pre-cum just begging to get licked off.

toji told you to have some patience and let him finish the show he was watching. it wasn’t even a show he was interested in; he just used that excuse to tease you as you sat there, wiggling and squirming impatiently between his legs.

“toji, please?” you pout as you nudge his thick thigh, feeling the muscles tense up ever so slightly, “can i? please?”

“no is no, princess.” toji mutters absentmindedly, one of his hands starting to stroke his hard cock in deliberate movements, “let me watch my show and i’ll consider y’r offer afterwards, yeah?”

toji’s thumb slid over the tip, rubbing the slit a bit, spreading the leaking pre over the flesh while he continued to act like he was watching the boring show. truth be told, that man had been looking at you through his peripheral vision this entire time.

toji loved torturing you in such ways. it brings him the greatest of satisfaction since he’s able to witness how desperate you could get if he didn’t allow you to suck him off.

his elbow was propped against the back of the couch, head leaning on one hand while the other continued to touch his cock in painfully slow motions as if toji wanted to let you see every single detail— from how his cock twitched in his hand to the way his calloused fingers were gliding over the length.

“such a good little girl,” toji whispers in a low tone, eyes flickering down to look at you. you were so focused on his cock, mouth watering and eyes seemingly in a trance which you couldn’t break free from, “y’re patient, ain’t ya? i wonder if you can keep that up ‘til i finish.”

you shake your head twice and look up at toji with a pout, “wanna taste it, please? wanna have you cum down my throat.”

your dirty talk never fails to rile toji up, however the need to tease you overwhelmed his desires of letting you have your way. as much as toji wants to see you swallow all of his hot cum while your mouth was still stuffed full of his length, he also wants to see your yearning and powerless self.

“what if i don’t let ya?” toji mocks, using his free hand to lift your chin up, thumb rubbing over the skin so you could stare him, “what if i wanna cum on that pretty face of yours instead?”

his green orbs darkened a bit as the image of your cum-covered facial features flashed before his eyes. toji speeds up the pace and starts to jerk himself off even faster, wanting to make that imagination of his a reality. toji doesn’t care in the slightest that you were trying to sugarcoat him into letting you fulfill your own needs;

“mhm, but i wanna taste you.” you mumble as your gaze falls back down on toji’s fat cock, the tip swollen and the skin of it moving back and forth simultaneously with his hand motions.

toji simply grins at you. you were so insistent and demanding, yet also looked extremely submissive and powerless on your knees for him. it was cute to see you try and act like you were the one who orders him around.

“is that an indirect order that i hear, little girl?” toji hums in amusement as the fingers of his free hand brush over your lips, “i hope it isn’t, because i’ll do what i want.”

a small pause intensifies the tension between you two— the clash of desires visible in both of your lust-filled eyes. the older man licks his lips whilst scanning your appearance, his focus lingering on your small hands that were resting on his thighs, nails slightly digging into the skin to prevent them from reaching out to grab his dick and put it in your mouth.

toji would’ve never guessed that you’d be this needy for him when he met you a couple months ago. in his mind you were this younger, shy and innocent-looking girl that seemed like she didn’t have much experience in the sexual department. little did he know that the shyest people had the wildest thoughts.

“and what i want right now,” toji finally continues as he felt the pleasure building up to its peak, “is to cum on your face.”

protests were about to spill from your lips, however there was no time to do so as toji roughly held your face in place— grunting and groaning your name as his entire body tensed up to reach that release, “fuckkk— ‘m gonna cum whether ya like it or not.”

the moment you shut your eyes tightly, is also the moment it happens; you felt spurts of hot cum spill and coat your face entirely. the sticky fluid dribbled down your forehead, nose, cheeks and chin.

toji breathed heavily, chest heaving and dick still twitching as the long ropes of cum turn into small drops that trail down his length. and as expected: finishing all over your face was definitely worth it.

“lick it off, doll.” toji commands through a mean grin and you instantly do as told. you stick your tongue out, gather any cum that got on your lips and the corners of your mouth before using your finger to collect all that’s left over.

“that’s enough of a reward for ya.” the older man adds as he quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby coffee table to clean the mess between his legs—not even giving you one since the scene in front of him was too pretty to erase.

toji lifts his boxers back up, sighs in relief and focuses back on the television screen with a bored expression. you frown as you licked the last bits off your fingers and helplessly tug at toji’s boxers; a futile attempt to get his attention back. toji wasn’t going to give you any of it until he decides to.

and right now, all he cares about is catching small glimpses of your pretty, cum-covered face every now and then. your lover had zero intentions of allowing you to suck him off. in fact, he might even start masturbating to the sight of you once more, just to tease and drive you insane;

“how ‘bout i cum on your tits this time?”

maybe he’ll stuff your mouth full afterwards. just maybe.

[mayisgoingnuts]

Random rant about art that I wanted to make earlier but I was out

Idk why I'm like that but I just admire art sm?? In an immense level??? Kasjsjdjsdj

Not just drawings,, music, theater, writing, cartoons, everything in-between I just have such attachment to it even if I'm not too familiar with a specific area (like it's the case with theater), BUT MAINLY SMALL/INDIE STUFF, THINGS THAT AREN'T LIKE WOAH BIG MOVIES DISNEY PARAMOUNT+

I know it's not all cases, but most of them do what they do purely because they WANT to!! Cuz they like it and purely because of that, they wanna show their hard work and cool ideas!! And that's why I love fandom OC's (specially but not only) so damn muchhh, like. This character isn't here to make ME happy, it's there to make the CREATOR happy! And that's so fucking cool, it also makes the OC so so so much cooler aswell!!!

It's obvious that my favorite kind of art are drawings, paintings, cartoons, etc. Like mannnn a fictional world with whatever you wanna see and with a lot of feelings behind it. That's so fucking awesome. And that's why I always freak out whenever anyone draws smth for me including my OC's, personas or just ideas, it's already enough. It's so crazy that something I made or said encouraged someone to spend some good time (does not matter if it's 5 hours or 5 minutes) producing something, that's a freaking honour!!

I don't know I just. I love art, I love fiction, I love creativity, I love artists, sighhhh

Tagging some artists moots of mine cuz they deserve love (I may forget some. I'm tired sorry) @merwynsartblog @clownazon @dismissivedestroyer @jonesy-squish @sunny6677 @articus-icecream @bulldog-geckorahhhhh @cupcake-catastrophe11 @catsockpuppet @i-put-the-bi-in-nonbinary @lynniezdoodles @luzxii

[mommahughes19-23]

enjoy - B.T

allie.gator : when did my boyfriend realize he had motion? since birf!😈🥶🤯

tagged : @bradytkachuk @jackhughes @_quinnhughes @lhughes_06

location : mich bitch

matthew_tkachuk : thank god I wasn't in that pic 😬😬

↪ allie.gator : dont worry mattyy boy , your time will come 😘

_quinnhughes : TAKE THIS DOWN IMMEDIATELY BEFORE I TELL CHANTEL AND MY MOM!!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡

↪ allie.gator : no🫷🏻

jackhughes : wtf where is this photo from!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?🥸

↪ allie.gator : have u really never googled your own name? the internet has so much fun things to find.

lhughes_06 : this is legit cyberbullying and I will report you if you dont take this down🫨🫨

↪ allie.gator : who are you going to report me to ? ur brothers?🥹

↪ lhughes_06 : THE AUTHORITIES 🤠

g.brindley4 : this is everything we needed and more 🫶🏻

bradytkachuk : hate the fact that you found this... love you though 😘

↪ allie.gator : youre the one who sent it to me....

seth_jones : im - can - do - do you have any more of these!?!😜😜

rourkechartier : well that's our captain everyone

macewen66 : youngest captain , youre like that one movie where the chick doesnt age omg🥳🎂

ellie_connell : ahahahahaha , PLEASE send me anything you have on matthewwww!❤️❤️

↪ allie.gator : girrrrrrrl just wait till I see you after the playoffs , do I have tea for you

tyler.kleven : wtf , is everyone ok!?

keichler211 : IS THAT A VAPE 🫨😡

↪ allie.gator : YES

28cgiroux : miss y'all

brassardderick : are you trying to wink in the last one?

mads.sogaard : my favorite captain and girlfriend💍

mathyjoz21 : my mannnn

ridleygreig17 : well this is new and different

↪ _jakesanderson : fun fresh and fierce

chantel_tkachuk : cant wait for the wedding !

drakebattherson9 : what a man , what a man

parks_17 : that's my best friend, dont call him out like that

taryntkachuk : THIS IS GOLD

ryannegiroux : missssss you my love!! please come see us!💖

shanepinto : o

brannstromerik : well then

thomaschabot5 : this is something ....

*************READ PLEASE N THANKS***************

A.N :

Idk thought I would try to bring some Brady to this app.... lmk if u want more.... even tho im gonna post who I want any way.... BUT any who, since no one responded about names im going to just use random ones instead of yn.

im gonna go to bed so this is prob the only one that ill put out tonight unless I wake up and post... im off the next 2 days but we will see what's up lol.

aLSO , you can excpect some new people such as Brady and I FINALLY HAVE INSPO FOR MY BABY BOY THATCHER.... and QUINNY.

ok love u

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo, M

tags : @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice @skylershines

[carmenized-onions]

HEY LOVELY!!!! Now this, THIS, was worth every day i waited. IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. Everything i dreamed it to be and more.

Tony and Mikey scenes? HEARTBREAKING. Every moment they have together, no matter sad or happy, is slowly chipping away at my soul.

Carmen getting a therapist? Genius. Don't know why the writers haven't given him one, boy does he need it.

Syd and Richie making sure Tony is taken care of by sorting Carmen out before he see's her again? Everything. I need them as friends, right now. NOW.

(still pissed at Carmen, though.)

The way you write characters reactions to grief is, like, stunning. STUNNING.

ALSO, as someone with a brother who struggles with drugs, seeing Mikey being portrayed as a nice person with loving friendships is really amazing to see. (the fact i have another brother called Mikey too, freaky? probably not. BUT IM A DRAMATIC PERSON OKAY?)

Anyway, i am genuinely in love with this series. You should be so incredibly proud of your self. Would i be able to get onto the tag list?

He congratulates you.

the absolutely shattered render quality of this image really fucking makes it. packing update: I've just got the desk and closet left! and also my billion plants.... i really don't want to think about the plants...

SO GLAD it was worth the wait, I hope chapter 14 also is. I'm not the most happy with the ending scenes right now... Happier than I was yesterday... but maybe I just need to stop looking at it, honestly. I'm transforming into S3 Carmen changing that menu every 5 fucking minutes AH.

CHIPPING away you say? not funny. I'd had these scenes in my head for a minute, but I was so worried about being off-base with Mikey's character because all I had to go off of was Fishes, so thank you God for Napkins I would've been so fucked.

SPEAKING OF S3, I know,,, it makes sense that he doesn't have one I mean he hesitated so much to just go to al-anon but even fucking al-anon in S3 he's reverted to just not fuckin' talking which SUCKS !! DON'T SUBTRACT !! PLEASE STOP SUBTRACTING IM BEGGIN YOU!!

I love Syd and Richie and the way they combine forces when it comes to their Shared Work Wife. I think what's so fun about it is that without this being for Chip, Syd wouldn't be so direct, and Richie would be so much fucking meaner, but because it's for her, they actually make an effort to sort Carmen the fuck out. And also beat his ass. two things can be true.

And THANK YOU I write a fuck ton of grief poetry and I think I just went to like. a lot of funerals as a kid. an unexpected consequence of having a kid a lot later than everyone else. It's in my bones. but like in a fun way.

Also, when I read this for the first time, I remember being SO confused because I was like. "There was another option?" And forgot that people fucking suck and see people struggling or in recovery as something that is other. Fucking ew. I never had any intention of portraying Mikey other than the really fucking good brother he is, who also just so happens to be struggling. Don't applaud a fish for swimming! People are people and they should be written as fuckin' people!!!! But I am glad my portrayal was appreciated none the less. YOU'RE NOT DRAMATIC!!

Of COURSE you can be added!! Though I will say, sometimes it doesn't always work when I tag people. So I am. sorry. I think it's something in tumblr settings? Gotta set your shit public or taggable or something? regardless. i'll fuckin put your name in there for sure!! thank you for your thoughts m'love!!

back to packing.... desk or closet desk or closet.... flipped a coin i got desk mannnn... wish me luck!! do i have anything from chapter 14 i can give you?

is this spoilery? c'est la vie, take it. kisses kisses see you in ideally less than an hour when i finish desk packing.

[roadyblr]

heyyyy

SO I HAVE TEA. LIKE JUICY TEA. LIKE HONEY CONSISTENCY TYPE TEA.🥲

so basically I was over at my friends desk to work on a project together (her desk faces directly at the door. don’t ask.) and I was trying to focus but a class outside was being so loud😤🙄🥱

I had happened to look out the door cause I heard my exes voice. AND GUESS WHO STUMBLES INFRONT OF OUR DOOR.

my ex.😀🙂‍↕️😖

so then we made eye contact(it was weird because usually when we make eye contact he gives me the biggest sunoo/hyunjin side eye and tries to hide himself from my line of sight. I freaking HATE boys my age. they’re such children. why couldn’t they be like yechan.. or bangchan.. or ANYTHING BETTER THAN WHAT THEY ARE.😤

ANYWAYS. he was doing some sort of play thingy and his group was a bunch of girls🧍‍♀️. THEN THIS ONE GIRL GOES “isn’t that your ex?” SHES A NEW GIRL. SHE CAME TO OUR SCHOOL THIS YEAR AND SHE ALREADY KNOWS THAT.

I’m honestly scared (shes one of the biggest gossip girls in their grade) and the thing is.. he didn’t even say anything. he just sat there looking at me while me and my friend were horrified😤😀

my friends jaw dropped. 😔😥 so yeah. (AND THE THING IS HES BEEN ACTING REALLY WEIRD. LIKE HES BEEN KINDA. kinda. TREATING ME LIKE HE DID WHEN WE WERE DATING. AND IM SO FREAKED OUT. HELP😭)

he also threw leaves in my hair (don’t worry, me and my friends tracked him down and I threw them in his face🙂‍↕️👌)

ALSO YOUR MASTERLIST IS A WORK OF ARTTTT🤭😋😘🥰😍

I was looking at yechans posts just cause🤭 and I rewatched the vids for his birthday post. AND MINJAE ATE WITH HIS. I was watching him video yechan in the mirror and he was crouching, zooming in, zooming out EVERYTHING.

🤭my mannnn (pov me on my fifth bias wrecker this week)

anyways love youuuu🥰😘

"god I hate m*n" I say running a blog for a boy group😭😭

Girl 😭😭 boys are so weird (describing the side eye via sunoo/hyunjin I felt that) signed someone who got asked out as a joke once like they are so... un-understandable

"he threw leaves in my hair" roadyblr admin is gonna spray him with a HOSE

Thank yoooouu 💜💜 it's definitely a work in prog 🫠🫠 wish I had tagged things in the "other" category more thoroughly but for now it works while I figure out what most of them were from-

Minjae filming yechan like he's a proud father was so cute to me and the squeak giggles I adored that, made me aggressive

[soup-du-silence]

I remember the first time, now years ago (which is weird to think about), when I ran into your work in the DT fandom. It was the fic Blue on Blue, and it really changed something inside of me I'll be honest. That examination of seeing abuse when you (as a person aren't familiar with it) and you haven't experienced it, but still seeing it's effects and trying to help. It was really powerful. As for a question, what fandom do you think you put in the most to get the least out?

Mannnn I miss writing Webby-voice. Like, everything I've done since feels like such a downgrade because Webby has such a fun, unique voice. It was a lot of fun to play with.

(I NEED to get into doing some Kalim POV stuff because certified Ray of Sunshine characters waxing poetic about their grumpy partners is such a fucking vibe, I love it. I love when a character easily finds something to love in the jaded, walled off character, despite their best efforts to not let anybody in. Get loved, idiot!!)

Hmmmm I'm not sure what you mean by this question. DuckTales fandom definitely had its unique challenges but I still think I got a lot out of it. Some people were really terrible to me but I made some great, enduring friendships there, and it got me writing fanfic seriously, a thing I'm still doing occasionally, against all odds.

Fandoms that I really wanted to invest in but didn't really pay out? Probably Infinity Train. There was like an established community of antis permeating the whole thing who were really into gatekeeping Min and Ryan from female fans, or being weird and combative about Lake's gender and sexuality (there were JessLake antis?? Why???) and made a big fuss about people writing kind of bizarre but ultimately harmless fic, and I reached a point where I was just like, okay I'm out. I'd written the fic I wanted to write, I said the stuff I wanted to say, the show wasn't getting renewed and we were all feeling shitty and hopeless about it, so I just closed up shop and moved onto the next thing. The fic is okay, I think. People have told me it meant a lot to them, but I don't think it's my best work.

Vtuber fandom is kind of a bust, too, but to be honest I didn't try very hard. I just can't fixate on real people like that. They're great guys and I love them a lot as much as I am capable but idol/celebrity worship has always kind of wigged me out so I am for the most part a lurker who wrote one fic I don't even like to talk about in mixed company and then receded into the hedges to leave occasional fanart in Hakka's tags.

[midnightsingvogel]

Got tagged by @partyinthemysterymachine you’re a SWEETHEART

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy 👀 This post alone is gonna get me 4 sugar daddy bots the moment I set it loose!

favorite color: I like vibrant colors. Cardinal red, poison purple, sunflower yellow/orange, acid/apple green, seafoam blue, tyrian pink- Like honestly my room looks like a bird nest- which is ironic cause I mostly wear black and gold/silver, or stripes cause I’m 2000s late. [but, I do, have the Boom Boom Boom, allegedly. Don’t tell the 3008′s authorities. I’m not sure I’m supposed to have it.]

song stuck in my head: (Paper Cages - Franz Ferdinand)

Well we'll never be free; If our incarceration Is a story we tell; A tale of invention Is it personal choice; Personal conviction Or are you living like me in paper cages?

three favorite foods: As long as it’s savory I’m on board. I genuinely have the worst taste buds I will eat anything (anything but olives). But uh I guess 1- I’ve been craving tuna tartare like you wouldn’t believe since I came back from the hospital 2- crepes 3- pistachio gelato

last song I listened to: (Doombop! - The Toxhards) apparently spotify is picking up on my pseudo-neurotic “oh yes this is fine 🙃” song trends, vaguely gorey roadkill thumbs up wildly clashing tone/lyrics gnawing on the coffee tables. It’s somewhat recent I think.The kind of song that makes you want to storm a room singing the chorus, balls to the wall, ideally covered in blood.

dream trip: Until recently somewhat I didn’t think I’d be down to travel but meeting the right people made me realize it could be an adventure and not just a chore. I think I’d be down to go anywhere as long as it were with the right people. My dad keeps trying to tell me he has FB friends in europe I could visit and mannnn I don’t know these people. Come on.

But yeah short term I think I’d be happy to just see as many cheesy tourist traps as possible, as long as I’m with good company. Although, in the long term... I think I’d love to see has many Art-Nouveau style buildings/expositions as possible.

last thing(s) i googled: “What is the meaning of ‘A Stitch in time saves Nine’ proverb” (for a DnD game)

That’sssssss it I think?

Feel free to steal that post if I haven’t tagged you.

Aight hopefully you guys haven’t been tagged already (I did not check and I will not be checking. get TAGGED mfks): @sleeping-potatoe @eyeimagery @northerngrail @toonysart @neptunes-salty-butthole @clubsdeuce @canadian-riddler @acapelladitty @lfthinker @ac0nites @flyfloyd @lankybrunettepartdeux @paperweight-jellyfish @voiceboss @spinejackel @flsalazar @aldynafox @hoodienanami @hiilovetrash @cloverchameleon @hurdygurdywizard @big-urchin-energy @sandeyminebook @crying--crow @auroramoth @hellohellomorgan @susanstranglehands @mx-dyke @finzphoenix @obscurism @mrs-faggot @sarahchagalls

(I can’t figure out which urls are from the folks from the pie server aside those already named istfg anyway consider yourself tagged TAN I DON’T KNOW YOUR BLOG PLEASE I DON’T EVEN KNOW --- ALSO WHY ARE SOME OF YOU MATURE BLOGS I CAN’T FUCKING TAG YOU WHAT IS THIS, 2016???? COME ON)

[wr0ngwarp]

this is wonky as HELL bc this is not an artstyle i know how to do even remotely but fucked around and did a gitaroo man au sayaka miki just for the sheer fun of it. no i dont know how to draw helmets or violins dont @ me

bonus: KILL

[inyoursheets]

ok i got tagged in the 3 celebrity “lady crushes” tag game thingy by the wonderful @riosnosestud​​​ and @medievalraven​​​

but let’s be real, since im a GayTM, all my crushes are “lady crushes” and i find limiting myself to just 3 women very homophobic. no i will not answer any questions at this time.

anyway!!!!!! fine ok here are three ladies.

Briella Anyea bc she’s the hottest person alive. im sorry to the rest of us. i was gonna say i really appreciate how this tag game gives me an excuse to stare at her instagram for a very normal amount of time but then i discovered she deleted her account so now i will be spending the rest of the evening in tears

BANKS bc of the raw sexual / dork energy she exudes. her music is the perfect soundtrack to either kill a man or fuck one to imo. i saw her live once and she a) wore thigh high boots (im sorry but i diED?) b) recited a poem ?! about self love / growth and c) when she left the stage she made honest to God finger guns. im sorry but how can i, a messy bisexual, not crush on her????? FINGER GUNS

annnnd Orion Carloto bc i owe it to my 16 y/o self to include the “girl crush” who made me realizes that my girl crushes were not just girl crushes lol

ok im tagging @mrslackles​​, @sothischickshe​​, @sdktrs12​​, @nakedmonkey​​, @elizabethbolands​​ and @riosnecktattoo​​ if you want (no pressure)

[mllechartreux]

Production Team

Summary: You’re an R&B singer looking to take more creative freedom over your music and life. Levi, your producer, helps you with that.

Tags: Singer!Reader x Producer!Levi, Rapper!Eren, Eren is an asshole, GN!Publicist, pining, professional friends to lovers, music industry bullshit, MDNI!smut, fingering, oral(f. receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, tiny mention of mary jane

WC: 4.5k

A/N: Ya’ll, I need my props for this line right here, it’s so fucking Levi, “An asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” I’m copyrighting that expeditiously! Also, don’t be mad at me for making Eren an asshole. Mannnn, I don’t even know how this ended up being so long, fuuuucckk. I also think I fucked up the tenses *sigh* bear with me still working on my writing style. 

Masterlist 

Normally, starting out your day with breakfast wasn’t a problem. In fact, you loved the smell of bacon, eggs and Thai tea in the morning. It made your mouth water, but it also gave you a sense of control in your life that was hard to come by, being a public figure. Oftentimes, being in the limelight, your life is reduced to what everyone else says it is. 

Currently, blogs came out saying you were dating a rapper you met with for copyright reasons. You barely knew the guy, on top of that, you tried to convince the media, many times before, that you weren’t looking for a relationship.  Yet, ever since you had debuted as a mainstream r&b artist, they never stopped asking you about your love life. Like can’t a girl be single, or pining after a man in secret. Either way, the thought of breakfast this morning made you sick, all you were focused on was ignoring the calls from your publicist and getting to the studio. You hoped that working on your new song with your favorite producer would help bring you a moment of peace.

You pulled up to the studio in your dark green Aston Martin, grabbed your white Fendi purse and hopped out of the car. On your way to your producer’s recording studio you passed security and the wall of records. Each time you passed this wall you hoped that yours would be the next platinum record to be hung there. 

You entered his studio optimistically and couldn’t hold back the smile that crept on your face when you saw Levi sitting in his chair, headphones on, slumped over the computer, working. You were consumed with admiration watching how focused and attentive he was. 

It almost didn’t matter that there was a band in the studio this close your time slot.  In his defense, you did arrive 10 mins earlier than your session appointment, but you were still deflated over not having his undivided attention. Slightly irritated, you sat down on the couch behind him, bouncing your leg impatiently. 

15 minutes passed before the band exited the booth and regrouped with Levi. As the band walked out of the studio they offered a short greeting to you causing you to look up from your phone to reciprocate, your eyes staring after them up until the door closed behind them. What you didn’t know was that you were being watched as well. 

Levi marveled at your appearance. You had boho braids in a simple ponytail, a blue cropped tank top showing off your waist beads, belly button piercing and a fairy tattoo along your ribs, paired with tan cargo pants and blue mules. He cleared his throat absentmindedly to bring back his focus, but you snapped your head towards him, looking at him curiously, “You know I would have kicked them out anytime if I knew you were here,” he recovered monotonously. 

You scoffed, rising lazily from your seat on the couch to plop down haphazardly on the swivel chair next to him, “You can’t kick out your clients, don’t be silly.” 

His black eyebrow raised at your statement, pondering the brash way you moved across the room, “I thought I told you before I do as I please, I don’t care if you're a client or an exec.” 

You stared at him unbelievably with your mouth slightly agape, “Levi. Don’t get fired running your mouth.” He rolled his eyes.

“As if, they wouldn’t have a single platinum record coming out of this company if they did that and they know it. Besides, who else would be able to deal with your bratty attitude,” he concluded. He brought a leg to cross over the other and ran his hand through the front of his hair, pushing his bangs back. 

Consciously, you knew what he said was true, but the thought of never working with him is what made you react anyway. 

Slightly taken aback at his observation of your attitude, you leaned back slightly and squinted your eyes playfully, “I’m far from bratty, a perfectionist maybe, but definitely not a diva,” you said matter of factly while pointing at him sassily as if you had a finger gun.

“Oh really, then if it’s not your personality, care to tell me what’s been up your ass lately?” He stares at you. He tried to say, ‘Tell me what’s wrong, I can always tell’, hell he’d been working with you for a year now, but he was never good at using words to show he cared. 

You looked to the side and shifted in your seat to cross your legs, “Everyone is being an ass over this rumor of me dating so and so,” 

He hums and continues, “Do they have it right this time?” 

“No! I haven’t dated anyone since I became mainstream,” You retaliate, throwing your arms up. It kinda hurt that he thought there was anyone you could be interested in, anyone but him. 

His eyes softened but his mind whirled in confusion, why did he feel relieved at that, “Then don’t worry about it, an asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” he scratched the back of his neck, “just leave it all in the booth today,” a blush dusted his cheeks but his eyes never left yours. 

He felt the need to reassure you more but knew there was a line of professionalism he couldn’t cross, at least not while on the clock. 

His ‘shitty’ proverbs always made you laugh, they were so him. With watery eyes, you gave him a look filled with appreciation and understanding, hoping he'd receive your mental messages of gratitude. You stood from your seat, “You’re right. Thanks Levi,” and made your way into the booth. 

You put the headphones on and he told you what track he was going to play, “Let’s work on the ad libs for this one, after that this one is pretty much finished,” you gave him a thumbs up through the glass. Once the music started playing you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat.

“Ok that’s a wrap for today, great job Y/N, I got everything I needed,”

You took the headphones off, eyes still closed while your mind tried to find its way back to reality. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his through the glass before he looked down back at his computer. It was hard to make out his expression.

Levi continued to work on the song as you walked out of the booth and sat beside him. Your perfume wafted towards him, almost unnoticeably it made his eyelids lower and his hands pause from typing. Without looking up from his screen, “So for your album you only have three songs left to work on, but here take a listen to this one,” he took his headphones off and put them over your ears, his hands lingering over them for a moment longer before turning back to the screen.

The song started playing and you listened to yourself sing. It was a song about summer love, sweet, overwhelming, and colorful. It was probably your favorite song on this album. One, because it’s what you thought being with Levi would feel like, but also because it was the only song you had creative freedom over. 

After the song finished you took off the headphones and set them back on the desk, causing him to turn his head towards you, “It’s beautiful, I really like how the bridge fades in,” you muse, “Definitely better than those songs the label commissioned for me,” your lip lifts in disgust.

“Tch, they sent me the demo and I thought they were joking,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m good at what I do but I’m definitely not a miracle worker,” his arms come to cross over his chest. More importantly, he thought you were better than those cheesy, shallow songs. Even if the lyrics weren’t a factor, the songs left no room for you to truly showcase your range and shit did he love to hear your voice. He loved to hear it before all the edits he made, when it was in its raw state. 

“I know, I hate those songs, but capitalism over authenticity, right. It took a lot just for me to get creative freedom over this one,” you lean over to rest your arm on the desk and your head on your arm.

“Explains why this song is by far the best,” he says casually, watching you. 

You look up at him sternly, “Don’t bullshit me Levi,”

He scoffed, “You think I have the capacity to bullshit anyone,”

At that you laugh, “I forget who I’m talking to sometimes, my bad,” holding your hands up feigning surrender before putting your head back on your hand, “I just wish they would let me release more of my music. They’re really trying to pigeonhole me into being yet another oversexualized black woman.” 

Levi looked to the side before tilting his head back looking at the ceiling, “What if… what if I help you?” His heart was pumping thinking about the opportunity to hear more of your music, to see more of you. 

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows pinch together.

He looked back down at you and unfolded his arms, “I mean, what if I help you record your music? We probably can’t release it or anything but at least you’d be able to create it.”

You lifted your head in interest and looked at him unwavering, “You’d do that? For me?”

“Yea, I don’t really see a point in keeping it locked up,” he says matter of factly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squeal, leaping from your seat and wrapping your arms around him. 

Levi was hardly expecting you to be so excited and to inadvertently smother your boobs in his face. He was frozen so he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you back. He felt the heat from your chest on his blushed face. It was embarrassing how that paired with the scent of jasmine and orange blossom coming from you made his dick twitch. 

You abruptly let go of him, “I imagine we won’t have time to do this during my normal sessions so when do you want to start?” Still smiling at him.

“Come back at 7, and the studio is ours for the rest of the night,” he nodded at you tensely.

“Alright bet,” you exclaim walking backwards toward the door, still looking at him adoringly, “and thank you again Levi, I really appreciate this,” your hand reaches to grab the door knob.

“Don’t forget your purse.”

You let go of the door and rushed to the sofa to grab your purse, “I wasn’t forgetting it, just making sure the door worked,” you said almost convincingly. 

“Tch, right,” he grinned. He couldn’t help but find you adorable while you walked out of the studio.

The plan was to drive back to your house, work more on your music while you waited for 7 to roll around. It was a simple, solid plan until you pulled up to your house and saw your publicist and two other people waiting in front of your door. 

As slow and languid as possible you got out of your car, slamming the door shut. They turned to look at you, and your publicist spoke first, “I’ve been calling and texting you all day, we have to talk,” their hand on their hip and hip jutted out.

“I assume you wouldn’t call to listen to me breathe, so no need to point out the obvious,” you walked past them to unlock your door, sparing an annoyed glance when you recognized one of the people as Eren Yeager, the rapper you met with a several days earlier, and the other person you guessed was his manager or something. 

“Shoes off please,” as you walked into your house, leading them down the carpeted hallway filled with pictures of family and friends into the sunken living room with three couches. 

The room was filled with plants and crocheted gifts from friends: pillows, blankets, even stuffed animals. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the nearest couch, you plopped down and relaxed into the cushions, wrapping the blanket around your body, “So what’s up then?”

Everyone found their way onto one of the other two couches that were following the square shape in the floor. Your publicist reached inside their bag for a yellow folder, “As I’m sure you’ve heard, the media believes you and Eren are together, and they love it. Your engagement has skyrocketed and this would be perfect to raise interest for your upcoming album. Of course for Eren-,”

“No,” you start, “I don’t care what it could do for me and I don’t care what it could do for him,” while you didn’t know Eren personally, you saw the scandals he was in. He was a known asshole and he treated his fans like shit, like hell you wanted to be tied to him in any way. 

Manspreading with his arms on his knees Eren leaned forward, “You’re not the artist you think you are sweetheart, you need me. Go ahead and take the deal and if you’re good I might give you something real,” he smirked suggestively. 

“I don’t need shit from you, if anything you’re the one that needs me considering you were caught copying my music. And watch how you speak to me in my house!” you seethed, leaning forward, pointing your finger at him. He laughed, reveling in how he got under your skin. 

Holding their hands up and turning towards you and then to Eren, your publicist chimed in, “Ok ok, let’s be cordial. Y/N, this could be really good for your brand and even better for your album. A power couple like you and Eren could lead to a bunch of awards,” they sympathized with you, clasping their hands together as if praying. 

Your eyes softened, “No, I understand the pros, but no.”

Your publicist looked at Eren and his manager and shrugged, “Then I guess we’re done here,” standing and putting the folder back in their bag, “ I’ll call you tomorrow about your upcoming album photoshoot then.”

You stood with your blanket still around you and led them to your door, “I’ll be waiting then,” your publicist was first to walk out, glancing at you supportively, then Eren’s manager who gave a short ‘nice to meet you’ before scurrying out. Lastly, Eren walked out turning to look you up and down causing your lip to lift in disgust.

His finger curled under your chin, “You know where to find me when you realize you need a man in your life. Call me and I’ll make room for you on my roster.”

You snatched your head away and glared at him as he swaggered out of your house, slamming your door as soon as he was out of the way. 

It’s been over an hour since they left and you were still fuming, so much so, you couldn’t write or finish the sandwich and soup you doordashed from Panera. You were antsy and your adrenaline ran high. On a whim, you picked up your phone and texted Levi, ‘Hey I know we said 7 but can I come early, I just don’t want to be alone right now, I won’t distract you,’ you fidgeted with the beads along your waist, looking at your messages.

Two minutes later, ‘Yea, by the way, you’d be a welcome distraction,”

A bright smile overtook your face at the message. You grabbed your stuff and were out of the house and in your car within 5 minutes. 

You walked into his studio, and up to his chair, squeezing his shoulder to let him know you were here. Before you could pull away he placed his hand on yours and squeezed, giving it a short rub with his thumb. He looked up over his shoulder at you, eyes serious but concerned before turning back to his screen and placing his hand back on the keyboard. The simple act relaxed you more than blunt after a long day. The leather couch groaned when you sat on it as you busied yourself with your phone. 

It wasn’t until the door to the studio closed that you finally looked up from your phone to find Levi staring at you. He felt the urge to come sit by you on the couch but instead settled for, “Come show me what you got.”

You sauntered over, stood before him, and presented your journal. You flipped through the pages, choosing to explain your most recent song and your ideas for the melody. 

Levi listened intensely, feeling the emotions behind your words and actualizing the song in his head so he’d have an idea of where to start. He admired the light behind your eyes and the vibrancy behind your movements as you explained what you wanted to convey. When you finished you looked at him expectantly, vulnerable. 

He could see it all over your body, beckoning him for some form of reassurance, advice, anything, “It’s not your usual song,” he teases, “but I like it, I think I see where you want to go with it,” he adds. 

Internally you let out a sigh of relief before pausing, “Wait, what do you mean it’s not my usual song?” you ask wearily. 

“It’s about unrequited love, your usual songs are about being in love or having something more casual. I’m to use to you singing about about not getting the person,”

he explains. It was hard to believe you even felt the need to write about someone who didn’t reciprocate your affections. Who would be dense enough to not see or outright ignore your advances. 

You scratch the back of your head, you weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yea, well, it’s been weighing on me heavily recently, like you said earlier I should leave it all in the booth right,” you say softly. 

“Not saying that singing doesn’t help but maybe you should talk to the person, if they’re still in your life,” he studied you as you thought over his words. Watching the gears turn in your head as you bit your bottom lip. 

“I see what you’re saying,” you looked down at your hands, rubbing them together before taking a deep breath, “I like you Levi,” you looked back up at him brightly. 

Did he hear you right, was this a joke, a publicity stunt. His entire body froze, he was locked in this moment in time, unsure of what his next move should be. His eyes were widened slightly but he was otherwise unreadable. 

Feeling emboldened, just ready to get your feelings off your chest you continued, “At first it was strictly professional but then I really started to admire your work. I really like the way you understood me through my music, it’s almost like I never have to say much for you to understand where I’m at. I’m know I’m saying a lot right now and if you’re uncomfortable or  need me to leave-,”

He cut you off, putting a hand on your cheek and shaking his head, “No don’t leave,” he coughed into his other hand, “I- I’ve felt the same way about you since I’ve met you,” his heart was beating out of his chest but he moved his hand to truly cup the side of your face, eyes looking at you peacefully despite the anxiety.

You cover his hand with yours, “Really?” still unsure if he felt the same way.

Sensing your state, Levi pulled your chair closer to his, slotting your legs in between his, “Really. I know I didn’t say anything sooner, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” 

You nod, feeling your heart swell.  You wet your lips and glance at his before meeting his steely gaze. He closes the distance between you two, using his hand to bring your head closer, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling back to stare at you open mouthed. You push back into the kiss, locking your hand behind his neck. The kiss is openmouthed, slow, and filled with all the unsaid words he needed to express to you. 

Levi bites your bottom lip and drags his tongue along the length of yours, twirling it and mapping the inside of your mouth. You grip the strands of his hair and bring your legs up and over to rest on top of his thighs. He worms his hands under your thighs to stand up, bringing you with him. Instinctively, your thighs wrap around his waist still kissing him. Without opening his eyes he walks over to the couch placing you down to lean over you. 

You break the kiss to gasp for air, choosing instead to grab his face and pepper him with quick kisses all over his face. He hums sweetly, squeezing your hips and relishing in the warmth of your body before pulling back to look at you, “Do you want to do this? We could stop here,” tone serious but his gaze was fervent. 

Eyelids heavy you say, “I want this Levi, I want you,” 

He went to kiss your neck, licking and sucking in the places that caused you to whine and squirm the most. Being underneath him was too much and you couldn’t help but grind your hips up onto his bulge, moaning at his hardness and causing him to gasp into your neck. He pulled your hips to meet his, helping you as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest, savoring the sweet taste of your body. 

You lift your shirt off, throwing it, completely forgotten, allowing him to trail wet open mouthed kisses while working to unclasp your bra. It unhooks and he slides it down your arms, letting it fall to ground before fondling both of your breasts, eyes staring at you earnestly. He leans down to lick your nipple, pulling the sweetest mewl from you, encouraging him to put your entire nipple in his mouth and tease it, interchanging between nipping, licking, and sucking. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you rest your hands in his hair letting out sighs of pleasure, “Please Levi I need more,”

He releases your nipple with a pop, “Like I said, just like a brat to be ungrateful,” he mocks, “but since you asked so nicely.”

He removed your pants, underwear following. Feeling exposed, you help him strip down to just his underwear, his erection stretching them to the max and precum creating a dark stain. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his taste test down to your navel then going to bruise your thighs with lovebites, watching you writhe and yelp. 

Pushing your legs up so your knees were to your side, he finally gave you what you wanted and licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit, stopping there to flick his tongue against the nub, listening to you moan his name softly, your voice so smooth and melodic. 

He speeds up, changing the rhythm, savoring the taste of your sweet, tangy, juices gushing out, “I’d wait years if it meant getting to taste you,” he groans into you, eyes closing in bliss, ravishing you like it was the first meal he had in days. 

You moan loudly, grabbing his head encouraging him to keep his rhythm, “Fuck Levi, don’t stop.”

Face coated in your slick, he brings up his two fingers to tease your entrance before slipping in, “Wasn’t going to brat,” sending vibrations through your body.

You shuddered and moaned breathlessly when he found the sweet spot, your hole convulsing around his fingers, pushing you towards your peak. Your back arched and you pushed your hips into his face, fiery white rushing through your body. 

His free hand rubbed your hip as he cleaned up your cum causing you to whimper from sensitivity. You took his fingers in your mouth, loving the taste of yourself on him before slipping them out. 

He pulled away from you, wiping his face with the back of his hand before sliding his underwear down and lining up with your entrance. He stares at you lustfully, cradling your head in his arms, watching your reaction as his dick slips inside, stretching you to a pleasurable fullness. He pulls back out slowly cursing when he notices you watching his dick fill your cunt. He continues with a slow pace, getting hotter when he notices your creamy arousal coating his dick and pooling at its base. 

He lifts your legs up, putting them over his shoulders, folding you in half and causing your walls to flutter and squeeze him from the depth of the new angle. He smirks and grunts in response, quickening his pace, drinking in your moans and the way you can’t help but to suck him back in, “Damn Y/N.”

Blood shoots straight to your cunt and you beg him to go harder, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingernails scratching his undercut. 

He loops his arm under your shoulder, holding on to it as he pistons into you at a brutal pace. His face contorts and sweat drips down his forehead as he concentrated on trying to make you climax. His hand goes down between you to rub your slippery clit in tantalizing circles. 

You moan loudly, only capable of repeating his name mindlessly as the pressure in your stomach builds, “Levi-I’m- I’m-.”

“I know, go ahead sweet girl.” 

You come undone, velvety walls crushing him, leaving a trail of frothy white cum covering his pelvis as you contract underneath him. You bring him in for a sloppy kiss, whining into his mouth as he chases his own end, deliciously overstimulating you. His rhythm stutters and he groans into your mouth. You move your hips to meet his thrusts, beckoning him. He moans your name as he explodes inside you, warm cum shooting into you, filling you up. 

You break the kiss, look at him and smile, mouth parted breathlessly. He falls on your chest and looks up at you with loving eyes as his hand reaches for your face to caress it. 

“Now what am I supposed to tell the public?” you ask lightheartedly, stroking his hair as he rests his face on your boobs.

He chuckles, “All you need to do is confirm the allegations when I come out saying you’re mine,” kissing your sternum.

[thefeatheredcreature]

WARNING: LAS NEVADAS LORE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, i made this post right here:

Well, iguess who made this theories was right lmao But dream was cool in this👍

But MANNNN ITS WAS SO GOOD!!!!

LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT LMAO

But well just my thoughts and maybe a "theory" i guess

Im sorry but purpled saying "all you do is lie" i just remembered of "all woman do is eat hot chip and lie" LMAO

i guess charlie just thought about it "all humans do is betray people, eat hot chip an lie >:(" lmao

AND THE SLIME ARMY MAN OH MY GOD This was crazy, i would never have guessed that he would do that Quackity needs a hug and therapy Well its was his way to cope lmao

BUT MANNNNNN about that c!charlie being self asure i love that it makes my dapduo entusiast heart sad But i love that, he notices that when purpled was using him, quackity was doing too They just enjoying his naive nature to use him

And he wanted this to stop, but also he wanted to make realize that quackity is not a good person, it looks like that charlie still cares about him and wants him to change liek in this "legacy is all you leave behind, and i hope you leave a good one" HE WANTS HIM TO CHANGE XJSNNZBSJSBS

I wonder where the goopy man is, is he in a hole or a dumpy cave? Is he still going to watch the humans? Idk

AND ALSO FOR THE SLIMECICLE CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ENJOYERS Dont know if you noticed this but i think that when c!charlie says "I saw empires rise and fall and they strongest people fall with them" Its looks liek that he is referring to the thing he said in his "Minecraft but every 5 minutes theres a natural disaster" that he said "I saw empires rise and fall, and i fell with them" Brooo i got so crazy and he said that in the stream i was like "SCU SCU SCU"

But well its was a great stream!!! I got a pain in my chest because of the axiety that gave me but it was great lmao, AND CHARLIE IS SO GOOD AT ACTING HOLY SHIT MAN

Well i have never stayed in the offline chat before a stream starts so its cool :D

Now excuse me, i will search for all the new posts in the slimecicle tag 👍