#y’all motivate me to continue posting
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Thank you all! 🤍
Did not think I’d reach this milestone when I first posted my Wally fanart on a whim one night haha
#welcome home#wally darling#clownillustrations#my art#welcome home puppet show#digital art#fanart#human wally darling#puppeteer wally#thank you guys#🤍🤍🤍#bless you#y’all motivate me to continue posting#1k milestone#pink carnation#I got lazy on it#black dahlia
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Rage
#not putting on the post bc it’s not a big deal#but if you come into my Nya posts and attribute all the credit of her actions and heroic feats to her brother#then yknow love you but also I’m challenging you to a wizard duel and banishing you to the never realm#we are nemeseees#sorry#i can at least tolerate kai stans in public but not the ones that continuously baby Nya when she’s narratively been through her own separate#stuff that he has no impact on#‘oh but they’re siblings! he’s her big brother!’#nah fam#not every sibling relationship is big bro protects his baby wittle sister and he taught her everything she knows#Kai explicitly didn’t teach her jackshit#at most you can say because of kai continuously leaving her out of stuff she got competitive and that’s how she gained the motivation to#work on combat skills#this is not a kai crit like yknow he’s got his own stuff to deal with them#but man#tumblr’s vision of him can be so incorrect in my personal opinion and it affects me way more than I should let it#sorry Ik y’all are probably tired of my kai rants I just don’t see the kai that others see#BUT SERIOUSLY NYA CHOICES AND SKILLS AND ACTIONS ARENT BECAUSE SHES COPYING KAI#SHE HAS A LIFE OUTSIDE OF HIM AND MOST IMPORTANTLY MOST OF HER ARCS ARE JUST INDEPENDENT OF HIM#…#peace and love peace and love peace and#tag rant
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there are basically only two active blogs that regularly create and post canes gifs here so it’s really not that hard to tell when y’all repost their content to other platforms like twitter and pinterest without giving those creators credit.
DO NOT BE A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND DO THIS SHIT.
#I’m about 🤏🏼this🤏🏼 close to calling out everybody that does this#it’s absolutely unfair to content creators that put in so much time and effort to create gifs FOR FREE for you to repost it without#acknowledging or crediting them for their work#AND FOR YALL TO NOT EVEN REBLOG IT BEFORE YOU STEAL IT???? go to jail#the very least you could do is reblog their gifs to circulate it for other blogs to see too and it lets content creators know you like it#like ‼️breaking news‼️ reblogs actually motivate content creators to continue creating content and on this platform likes are meaningless#this isn’t instagram or twitter or tiktok there is no algorithm and the only way posts are seen and circulated is if you reblog them#i’ll get off my soap box for now but I’m not gonna apologize for this rant bc it needed to be said#this is mainly me defending katie but it also applies for other gif makers and content creators#I love you all and appreciate all the time and effort y’all put into making gifs and I’m sorry people are such shitty assholes#tiff talks too much
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One lucky girl 🐞
Something to celebrate the master post!!
And for everyone’s support bc WOW?? I get so many nice asks about my art and it really helps me get through my day,, and I wouldn’t even be making a master post if it wasn’t for everyone’s interest in my au. It really motivates me and I hope that I can continue to share my ideas with y’all!! THANK YOU EVERYONE!! 🌈🥹🎉🩷🫶🫶
#I’m a really lucky girl too :’)#miraculous ladybug#chocoau art#marinette dupain cheng#mlb#ml#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#HELP THIS TOOK FOREVER NEVER AGAIN#this would also be a banger Madoka magica fanart too#I had to look at afk arena art for the mural style inspo-#is it really a magical girl show if the main character doesn’t ascend to godhood at least once??
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Just Ask • Nanami x Fem!reader • (18+)
CW: smut (servicedom!nanami, needy!reader, use of good girl and petnames, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, aftercare)
Cee’s Note: Based on this post 🌝 been meaning to start writing for this man and finally gained the motivation. Hope y’all enjoy 🤭
[minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]
Nanami was a patient man.
He knew it was only a matter of time before you were practically begging for him to take you right then and there.
But until you say it, he remained still.
No matter how subtle you try to be when you bend slightly in front of him, exposing your thick ass covered in his favorite lace panties. No matter the bedroom eyes you give him whenever he steals a glance at you. No matter how slightly your fingertips brush against his shoulders as you walk by him.
He wouldn’t give in to your temptation.
You could say he was merely a gentleman unlike other beastly men that lacked self control. It’s clear you want him as badly as he wants you, but there’s something about those words falling from your lips that he craves to hear.
Your whiny voice pleading for him was so pleasing to him. The desperation oozing off your tongue, begging for him to give you what you wanted was all he needed.
“Please,” your voice barely above a whisper, clinging to his muscular chest, looking up at him with your perfect doe eyes.
You were so precious to him, how could he not give you whatever you desired. Hell, he would give you the world if he could.
Even if he wanted nothing more than to pound your pretty little pussy with all his might, he wanted to hear you say it.
“Please what, princess?” he said, lips hovered just above your lips, not letting them touch.
“Please fuck me, Nanami,” you whine.
As if a switch was flicked, his lips were on yours in a crushing kiss. His palm held the side of your jaw as his lips moved hungrily against yours.
The once calm and collected man was now practically tearing your silky nightgown from your body. Hands roaming all over you, he couldn’t get enough of how the soft fleshy skin felt under his touch. His lips attacked your neck, littering your skin with small bruises.
Nothing felt better than being able to have you like this. Slipping his thick finger inside your leaking cunt, he couldn’t get over how your warm walls welcomed him and gripped him so tightly..
“There you go baby,” Nanami watched the sight of your eyes rolling back as he pumped another finger inside you. A sense of pride fills him seeing just his fingers can cause such a reaction out of you.
“M-More Nanami,” your hands reached out to palm him through his slacks.
“Mm so greedy,” Nanami hummed, bringing his other hand to rub circles on your clit.
Such an insatiable little thing you were and Nanami couldn’t get enough of you. His mission was to please you and satisfy you even if it meant neglecting his own. He hissed as you rubbed him through his pants, his painful erection threatening to burst through the seems.
“Please…nghhh,” you purred, “Need your cock”
Your wish was his command and with that he removed his hand from your clit to free his thick cock and lined it to your folds. His ears perked up at the sharp gasp that fell from your lips as he sank into your tight folds.
“Atta girl,” Nanami groaned, “taking me in so well”
His thrusts were steady and slow, stretching your pretty little pussy to take him deeper until he completely bottomed out inside you.
“This what you wanted, my love?” Nanami knew the answer before it could slip from your tongue, but he needed to hear it once more.
“Fuck me harder”
Nanami could finally let go and release all his pent up urges. He slammed his hips against yours causing you to cry out in pleasure. His pace was sporadic as he pounded into you with all his might, the grip on your hips tightening by the second.
Your fingertips claw and grip his back as he continued to abuse your cunt, kissing your cervix with each thrust.
Nanami could feel himself reaching his edge but he wouldn’t dare cum until you have. He reached down, rubbing your clit in attempt to get you there faster.
Your legs start to writhe as you feel your orgasm approaching. Between Nanami’s brutal pace and your clit being stimulated, it was all too much pleasure for you.
Broken moans spill from your lips as you reached your high while Nanami cooed praises of “good girl” and “that’s it baby” as you creamed all over his cock.
“Gonna fill you up nice and full,” Nanami grunted, before completely bottoming out, filling your hole with his cum.
The dazed look in your eyes and the fucked out expression that met his as he slowly pulled out and watched his essence ooze out of you, he swore he never saw something more beautiful. He loved you wholeheartedly especially in moments like this.
Where he can take care of your every need and worship your body after the deed had been done. Getting to caress you and kiss every inch of your skin he could reach. Showing you how much he loves you and he would do it every time.
All you had to do was just ask.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk fanfic#jujutsu nanami#jjk nanami#nanami kento#nanami#nanami x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami smut#jujutsu kaisen nanami#nanami fanfic#jujustsu kaisen smut
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In Defense of Vanessa
All of the peeps hating on Vanessa and Wade ‘a relationship in Deadpool 3 need to expand their imaginations a bit lol.
Do you think Vanessa, the woman who fought so so hard to keep Wades spirits up when he got his cancer diagnosis, whose after fucking DYING in the second film told him that he had to continue on living and supported him to live a good life despite her not being in it, and upon seeing Wade after he ghosted her and then showed back up looking SOOOOO fugly (he’s adorably fugly) and her first reaction was to look lovingly into this man’s eyes and say “That is a face that I’d be happy to sit on”, would just simply LEAVE him? Just like that???
Y’all, I think we saw a different film lol.
Almost everyone in Wade’s life, has either belittled him, or have actively shown their distaste for him known at some point (Peter, Yukio, and Dopender my beloveds, we’re not talking about you). Vanessa from the get-go, matched Wade’s freak. When we saw Wade’s flashback of their break up, Vanessa never said that she wanted to break up with him. We heard HIM Say that if she wanted to leave him to get it over with already. One of Wades biggest character flaws throughout the film has been that he pushes people away through humor and through insults because he is terrified of being vulnerable with them. Vanessa is the only person throughout the films that, even when he’s hurt, he lets himself be vulnerable around her, even post break up. Vanessa didn’t want to leave him, she wanted him to be a better version of himself, because he was wallowing, and not allowing himself to look beyond his insecurities.
Sometimes, doing things for ourselves, for the sake of bettering ourselves is not enough motivation. Wade was not willing to pick himself up and try to live up to his potential until Vanessa encouraged him to. I don’t think she cared if he ever became an avenger or not, but what she cared about was that he had all this potential and no direction and she could see how it was eating him up inside. Why is everyone else in Wade’s life around allowed to rude to him and tell him straight up he’s being a fuckhead, but Vanessa telling him he needs to pick himself up when he takes a knee or asking him to let her walk with him, and when he refuses to do so, wnd gives him some distance when HE PUSHED HER AWAY, makes her the bad guy. You could tell it hurt her when he asked if she was seeing anyone. And that handhold? She absolutely took him back lol. And that’s good! Deadpool is not someone who would sacrifice a loved one to save the world, he would sacrifice the world to save a loved one. And Vanessa is the same, being ride or die from the beginning, and I will not hear her name besmirched.
Also are you really going to tell me that she saw fucking WOLVERINE and didn’t turn to her man and say, “We’re tag teaming him right?” Or that she saw a free child in X23 and didn’t turn to Wade and say “We wanted a kid, so we’re adopting her right?”
Use your imagination people lol. Vanessa would be the first person to drag Wolverine and X23 into their family. She gets a hot new husband and a kid, Wolverine gets a hot new wife and a husband, and X23 gets a new mom and two dads. Everyone wins!
#vanessa carlysle#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#wadenessa#wolvpool#wolverine x deadpool#Vanessa x Wade#wade wilson#poolverine
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─── 𐙚 Fic Authors Self-Rec Game
When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics you’ve written, then pass it on to at least five other writers! Let’s spread the self-love! ༝༚༝༚
I love when my presence is acknowledged by @onegirlmanytales. Someone cool knows me, he he.
The “Plug��� | (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) (18+)
Man, just like all my fics, I hated writing this one, but it was worth it! Yay! I don’t know, it just has such a nice feel to it, mostly because I like the idea of Eddie having a crush on us (me). This was also inspired by some Soundgasm audio, lol, so it has quite a nice bit of horniness to it! I’m just quite proud of how decently written it is, especially since I usually crash out on writing during the middle and end of my fics, and this one is just pretty damn alright!
The Yearbook: Club Pictures | (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
I felt so wanted and famous during this series, lol! It was my first, too! You guys were just very receptive to the first chapter, which really motivated to continue. And, I know I shouldn’t, but I love Eddie being mean to us, then profusely groveling, okay?! It’s fun, I swear! But, my god, let me tell you, that last chapter in this series was literal HELL ON EARTH to write, I never want to experience that again, I think it’s like 35k words or more, I don’t know what I was thinking…
The One Where Everybody Finds Out | (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) (18+)
This one was just actually fun to write! It’s quite stupid, but I enjoy the stupidity of it. You watch Friends, then this comes along, you know, inevitable. Although, much like all my other fics, I feel as though it could have ended better in terms of the writing. Y’all, I’m telling you, all my fics start out great, then just get shit! How does one stop that from happening! It’s like I get summit fever, ugh!
Eddie’s Situationship | (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
Don’t know if this counts, given that it’s just a blurbo, not a fic, but suck it, because I LOVE IT! Drug Dealer!Eddie, man, I love it too much. I don’t know, something about a scary man liking us (me) is so hot, AH! I just want this to happen to me, okay?! There, that’s why it’s my favorite, damn it!
Dustin Fucking Henderson | (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) (18+)
Listen, I’m going to be quite honest, I feel strongly mediocre about my fics, okay? They’re not anything to die for, like this one. But see, this one, it’s quite precious, because it’s, like, the second oneshot I ever post, and my MOST liked fic ever! Which, with all love, pisses me off, because it’s so POORLY written, lol! Like, if I could (totally won’t), I’d rewrite this bitch 10x better. I love the plot line! Love the blowjob! Just hate the writing!
Okay, now this is where I shut up. Mothertrucker, just post your favorite fics, okay? It’s Tumblr. You don’t have to be nervous, people have said way worse stuff than being proud of their work! @oneforthemunny @queenimmadolla @m0llygunn @munsonology @madelynraemunson
#me stuff#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson recs#eddie munson fic#eddie munson series#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n
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OH MY GOSH YOU'RE ALMOST TO 1,000.
Are you going to do something to celebrate?? Get yourself a fox? Or a David? (You can never tell these days.)
I know…I can’t believe it really…and soon it will be 3 years since I started. Time has flown by so fast.
I’m going to post my favorite past posts for the last 10 days to 1000.
I would love to have a fox or a David lol but alas, only in my dreams lol
I guess I’ll just celebrate the fact that I have been able to do this for three years and be happy that I’m still alive to do it. This account has given me a reason to wake up every day and continue on through this dark period in my life that I’m dealing with currently. I truly don’t think I would be alive if it weren’t for having this account that gives me a daily goal to post every day….and y’all know how badly I feel when I miss days, so it truly keeps me motivated. Im honestly so thankful for being able to take an idea and run with it. I really don’t know if David Tennant is truly aware of my account and how long I’ve posted and hopefully he doesn’t find it too weird because he’s honestly helped me through a lot these past three years. I wish I could express that to him and let him know me posting his pictures next to a fox has really saved my life and continues to do so.. which I know would probably sound silly and strange to him or anyone tbh…but that’s how I feel.
1000 was the goal. The promise I made when I was given the idea and ran with it. Now I’m almost there and that promise will be fulfilled.
Idk….should I continue past 1000?
- Envil
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THIS IS REAL —
❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader
❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)
❤︎︎ cw: reader gets stood up :( , Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), suggestive content, cussing
❤︎︎ summary: It’s been a few months since you and Myles have been “practicing”, and you finally got the courage to ask Miles out. Unfortunately, you get stood up on y’alls first date and Miles (e!42) happens to come in time to sweep you off your feet.
❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1K
❤︎︎ a/n: Tysm for all the support on my last post babes <3 . Decided I’ll post a part two cause y’all make me feel a lil motivated.
PART ONE EXTRA
You lean back against Myles desk as he pinned you down, making out with you mercilessly. His hands once on your waist now fully rummaging your body looking for anything he can get his hands on. You mumble random pleads, the more his lips interact with yours the farther you tip off the edge.
Myles smirks confidently, fully aware of the effect he has on you, and he revels in the satisfaction it brings him. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you, princesa?" he taunts, knowing deep down that you desired him. Over the past few months, during your visits to the Morales' house for your supposed "study sessions" with Miles, you came in clothes more revealing than the last.
He loved it.
In truth, you have no idea why you had been secretly finding your way to Myles' room over the past few months, and honestly, you still had no idea what you two were. Each time, you reminded yourself that these encounters weren't truly bringing you closer to Miles but rather betraying him.
However, you managed to summon the courage to ask Miles out recently, and to your surprise, he accepted. So you decided to fully give in to your desires, which lead you to this very moment.
You gently pulled away, ending the intense kiss. Myles licked his lips, shamelessly admiring your curves while you struggled to catch your breath. Releasing your arms from around his neck, you placed them on his toned chest.
Bashfully, you gazed up into Myles' eyes and summoned the courage to address the question that had been weighing on your mind for months. "Myles, this is still just practice, right?" you asked, attempting to speak out the uncertainty that had plagued you.
Myles chuckled at your question, but his amusement quickly faded as he recognized your seriousness. "Of course, mami." he replied, his tone shifting to one of sincerity.
You nodded, finding comfort in his reassurance, and tilted your head back as Myles began planting tender kisses along your neck. His hands glided down to your ass, squeezing it firmly, while he trailed a path of kisses down your collarbone.
Each peck he lays on your skin came with little compliments that makes you melt in his hold. “You taste so good, mami….such a good girl f’me” he whispered, and your heart swelled with warmth at his praise. You babbled a thank you, the words sounding like a melody to his ears.
Unfortunately for the both of you, a ringing sound rang around the room, snapping you back to reality. Your neck naturally turned towards your phone, giving Myles more access to your skin.
He bit into it fiercely, trying to catch you off guard. That for sure left a mark. You gasp loudly, Myles took that as consent to continue. "Come on, chiquita, just ignore it," he urged, attempting to persuade you to brush off the interruption. You tried to, yet you couldn’t ignore the loud ringing that echoed through the room.
You reach for your phone, dismissing the sound of Miles groaning in defeat. Your eyes bulged at the alert on the screen. “Reminder: Date Night with Miles at 9:30” . Instantly, you sprung up from Myles' desk and swiftly gathered your purse and belongings.
Myles watched you, curious. "Woah, where are you going in such a hurry, ma?" You finished collecting your things and made a beeline for the door. "I have to go home and get ready before I'm late for my date with Miles!" Turning around one last time, you planted a swift peck on Myles' cheek.
"Thank you, Myles, for everything," you said quickly, and just like that, you were gone. Myles stood there, his hand subconsciously caressing the spot where your peck had left its mark, grinning softly.
“Anything for you, mami.”
You sat at a circled booth looking around at your surroundings. Miles told you he would pick out the place so you had no idea what to expect.
The restaurant was amazing. It wasn’t extremely fancy, it carried a homey vibe, but still had elegance. Soothing Soul music echoed throughout the restaurant as scents of delicious foods wafted through your nose.
It was perfect.
You squirmed in the booth, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You had chosen to wear a short skintight black dress. It hung tightly to all of your curves in the right way. It was a little see-through, but the restaurant was partly dim, so you hoped it wouldn’t be too much.
Your hand instinctively moved towards your neck, gently caressing the hickey mark that Myles had left behind. Even spending nearly 30 minutes meticulously applying makeup to conceal it, you couldn't help but feel frustrated.
An annoyed grunt escaped your lips as you envisioned Myles smirking, fully aware of the predicament he had caused.
You slapped your forehead in frustration, this was your exact problem. You’ve tried to get your head off Myles for the past 2 hours. But no matter what, he would always stick in the back of your mind, like a leech, a hot attractive leech.
You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation. If Miles didn't show up soon, you feared where this train of thought might lead you.
Your gaze swiftly shifted towards the entrance, and lo and behold, there he was—the face that had captivated your admiration for quite some time.
Despite the dimly lit ambiance of the restaurant, you recognized him instantly, his iconic smirk played on his lips as he exchanged pleasantries with the usher, pointing in the direction of your booth. His untied Jordan's adorned his feet with effortless style as he strode towards you, a sleek black suit hugging his lean frame.
Your heart raced in anticipation, unable to resist the overwhelming feeling of swooning in his presence.
As he approached, you reached into your clutch to retrieve your phone, determined to put it on silent. There was no way you would allow any distractions from this man.
Just as you grabbed your phone, the screen suddenly lit up, revealing the notification: "4 unread messages." The sender's identity puzzled you for a moment.
Miles <3
Hey, something came up.
I’m so sorry.
Would you wanna reschedule?
I’ll make this up to you, I promise.
You’ve never been more confused your whole life, everything was frozen in place, the pieces just weren’t coming together. If Miles wasn’t coming to y’all’s date, then who on earth-
“Hola, mami.”
Fuck.
Myles smoothly slid into the booth beside you, casually looking through the menu. "What are you thinking of getting, ma?" he asked, his tone nonchalant. "I’ve never been to a place like this so imma let you choose.”
“Myles. What the actual hell are you doing here?”, you stutter out, your voice filled with confusion.
Questions raced through your mind. How did he even know your date was gonna be here? Why was he here? Was this some sort of sick joke?
“Woah, chill out.” Myles jokingly rose his hands up in defense. “Let’s focus on you, hermosa.”
He inched closer to you, his gaze leisurely roaming over your features. “Te ves absolutamente hipnotizante… (You look absolutely mesmerizing),” he murmured.
The way he looked at you so intensely, you felt like you were naked.
Despite the way your breathe became caught, you decided to shove those emotions deep down and face the problem at hand. “Don’t try to change the subject Morales. This was supposed to be a special night, my special night and I don’t need you ruining it.”
Myles let out a playful scoff, clearly not taking your words seriously. "Oh, come on, ma, you don't actually mean that," he teased.
He casually draped his arm around your shoulder, his other hand delicately caressing your thigh as he toyed with the edge of your dress. "Forget about him. He's not showing up anyway. Besides, you have me," he mumbled the last part, but it was enough to provoke frustration within you.
You swat his hand away forcefully, displaying your aggression. "I can't simply forget about him, Myles!" you exclaim, your voice filled with desperation. "I've been looking forward to this day my entire life, for fucks sake!", you crossed your arms and huffed, denying to believe the situation you’re currently in.
It felt as if smoke were coming from your ears, and though you tried to maintain a composed tone, the venom in your words could not be contained, striking into Myles heart like knives.
Myles clenched his fists tightly, irritation seeping through his features . "So, what? Am I not good enough for you now?" he spat, his eyebrows furrowing in anger as he locked eyes with you. "All those times you snuck into my room, it was all just a game to you, huh?"
He gently rested his hand on top of yours, and when you didn't pull away, he intertwined his fingers with yours.“He don't deserve you and you know it. Leaving such a pretty girl like this, and you still want him? You a fool, ma,” he admitted. His other hand reached up, gently gripping your chin, tilting your face towards his. “I can treat you so much better than him.”
You responded with silence, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind. "So, what exactly are you saying?" you mustered, your voice filled with a desperate need for confirmation. You craved concrete words, an explicit declaration that this wasn't some sort of joke, prank, or-
Myles gently cupped your cheek, pulling you closer until his lips met yours in a light kiss. It was different, it was gentle. Unlike the heated sessions you had in his room, right now he treated you so delicately. His hand found home around your waist, and you let him hold you, accepting anything he would give you.
"I want you so bad, mami," he confessed, his eyes captivating your attention with every word. "I adore every aspect of you. Todo, princesa—I want all of you," he expressed, his words filled with passion and longing.
A smile broke across your face, a realization dawning upon you. Who knew you’ve been after the wrong Morales brother this whole time. "I feel the same way, Myles," you confessed, giggling as he released a sigh of relief you didn’t know he was holding.
You playfully pecked his cheek, causing his signature smirk to return to his face. He leaned his head against your neck, finding solace in your embrace.
You wrapped your hands around his neck, reciprocating the hug wholeheartedly. However, a lingering question continued to nag at your mind. "So, does this mean we're officially together?" you asked, a touch of worry laced in your voice.
Thankfully, Myles sensed your unease and began whispering into your ear, his words comforting as he gently traced soothing circles on your waist.
“Don’t worry princesa I promise you, this is real.”, and you immediately felt content, because at the end of the day you wanted him, needed him, and you knew he would happily give you everything you desired”
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.
.
“Also, I see that you tried to hide that hickey I left on yo neck, if you want, I can give you another one somewhere el-“
“Miles Gonzalo Morales.”
“Love you too, mami.”
EXTRA: "Goddammit, I'm not gonna be able to make it," Miles muttered, frustration evident in his voice as he listened to the news of a villain initiating a bank heist. He sighed, reaching for his phone to send you the disappointing message.
Meanwhile, Myles paused his game and removed his headset, intrigued by his brother's conversation. "Won't make it to what?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. Miles exhaled heavily as he began preparing himself, putting on his spider suit.
"Me and [your name]’s date. We were supposed to have it at [restaurant name] tonight, and I even bought this special suit for the occasion," he explained.
Myles feigned disappointment, masking his true intentions as his brother prepared to make a daring exit through the window. "Ah, what a bummer," Myles responded, concealing his excitement.
As soon as Miles left the room, Myles sprang into action, rushing straight to his brother's closet. If he wanted this to work, he would have to be quick.
ENDING A/N: AHHH THIS IS MY BABY. This girly took a whole week and I hope y’all like her. I wanted to continue the playfulness of the practice kissing idea but also dig deeper on the uncertainty of what you and Myles were and I think I did it well! Thanks for everyone who waited and supported Just for Practice, you are the ones who motivated me to write This is Real. Stay tuned for my next post loves <3
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needy
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Synopsis: As the days pass, during a holiday stay at Hayvenhurst, your need for Michael grows more insistent, leading you to beg for his touch while everyone else is home.
Tags: smut, teasing, p in v, creampie, dom!michael, sub!reader, tummy bulge, spit, semi-exhibitionism.
Word Count: 2.4k
Author’s Note: hi! This is my first time posting a one-shot on here. I hope you like it <3 Constructive criticism and suggestions about future fics are welcome in my inbox. I'd appreciate it if you could reblog and interact to give me more motivation to write :) thank you.
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“God, you’re so needy,” he whispers while holding you close to his chest. You huff and knit your eyebrows together. “Am not,” you say. He raises his eyebrows in mock disbelief.
“Look at you,” he kneads your soft waist and looks at you with an amused expression. You are needy, there's no denying it. “I've spoiled you too much.” He cups your face with his large, exceptionally skilled hands that have made you feel like you have been to heaven and back.
You blush from the intimate proximity, how you can feel his minty breath fawning over your face while the chatter from downstairs can still be heard. You frown at his statement, clearly not liking the fact that you're not getting your way like you usually do.
“Normalized stuffing your cunt with my cock on a daily, and now look at the consequences-” he glides his hand down to your ass but doesn't give it the attention you crave. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, instinctively you part your lips and try to gently graze it with your tongue before he takes it away. “-can’t even go a few days without having your greedy pussy touched.”
You whimper at his words, desperately pawing at his chest, pleading him to make the achy feeling between your legs go away. “Michael, please…”
Suddenly loud laughter emerges from the outside, bringing you out of your fuzzy state. “You hear that, baby?” you nod and swallow, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “Do you want everyone to find out how naughty you really are? I mean, what would my family think?” he cocks his head to the side and smirks.
You whine and squeeze your thighs together, trying to soothe your pulsing clit. “I'll be quiet, I promise.” Michael chuckles lowly. “Yeah? Will you, sweet girl?” he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. You nod enthusiastically. Your neediness pouring out of you.
After softly tracing your face with his fingers he gently pulls you closer to him and his plump lips. He connects your mouths in a kiss that should be rushed and heated considering the circumstances but it’s not. It’s sweet. Slow. Passionate. Full of adoration.
Michael feels your body melt into his which makes him smile into the kiss. He can’t help but feel his ego inflate at the fact that he has such an effect on you. His precious, pretty girl can only have her desires satisfied by him. Nobody else knows your body like he does.
As the kiss continues to be steady you place your hand on the back of his neck to urge him to pick up the pace, not wanting to drag this out and have someone barge in from suspicions. He pulls away in response, leaving your lips slightly swollen and shining with his saliva.
“You know better than to rush me baby” he tightens his grip on your waist as a warning and teasingly makes his way from your jawline to your neck. He leaves short open mouthed kisses on your heated skin, taking his sweet time as if his entire family isn’t downstairs wondering what’s taking y’all so long.
It’s not really about being rushed, it’s about quickies. He absolutely hates no, loathes them. Can’t wrap his mind around the concept, why would anyone want to hastily fuck like bunnies without much foreplay just because the people are desperate? Have some self control! It makes him feel as if you’re a toy to him which makes his skin crawl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’ll make sure to let you know in every way, especially when it comes to your bedroom.
When it comes to sex Michael likes to take his time. From foreplay to aftercare he’s the most attentive lover. Likes to thoroughly prep you with his fingers and mouth before stretching your slick pussy with his fat, lengthy cock. And he never dares to cum before you, you always come first, literally and figuratively. Multiple times a night too to make sure you’re completely sated and blissed out in the end. And then he cleans you up and cuddles you to his chest until sleep takes over you.
So you can imagine how quickies are torturous for him. But this time he understands. It’s been a few days since you two arrived at hayvenhurst, his family home, for the holidays. He hasn’t touched you intimately once during the stay which has been driving you mad, Spoiled from having your cunt played with almost every day. Seeing you trembling in his arms reminds him of when he made love to you for the first time.
“Shh, Shh, I’ll take care of you sweet girl I promise” he responds to your meek whimpers.
He pushes you closer to the bed making your knees give out and sit on the edge of it. He kneels in front of you, god he looks so good on his knees, breathing heavily, he looks like he’s about to devour you.
He parts your legs with his warm hands and licks his lips like a hungry predator. You lean back slightly, balancing your weight on your trembling palms. “You’re lucky you’re cute” he says as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Michael flips up your skirt, exposing your panties which have a noticeable wet spot around your hole that’s begging to be stuffed full. Clenching around nothing you feel his hands sliding up and down your inner thighs. Soft hands squeezing closer and closer to where you need him most as his mouth litters short pecks on your skin.
As he gets dangerously close to your heat you remember that the door isn’t locked. Panic rises inside you, you whine and try to close your legs but Michaels much stronger hands keep them pried open.
“…the door” you whisper worriedly.
“What about it?” Unbothered, he goes back to kissing your soft thighs.
Bewildered, you try to shove his head away with your hand. Wrong move. He glares at you, giving you a warning look.
“It’s- it’s not locked” you manage to blurt out, his teasing caresses and wet kisses making it hard for you to properly articulate your thoughts.
He huffs and rolls his eyes slightly, he stands up and goes to the door. You breath out thankfully, a bit too soon though. Michael turns the handle and opens the door a little, not too much but enough for somebody walking by to have a peak. He comes back with a nonchalant attitude and stands between your legs again.
This man will be the death of you.
“Is something wrong?” He tries to act casual as if what he just did isn’t insane, but you can see a glimmer of mischief in his gorgeous brown eyes. Now he’s lucky that he’s cute.
“If you want it so bad then you’ll be able to be quiet, right?”
“Or is that too much for you?” he leans back slightly.
As he's about to take a step back you reach out and grasp onto his forearms. “Michael…” breathless and needy, you beg. You beg him to just quickly take his cock out and fuck you. You’d do anything at this point. The tingling feeling in your tummy drives you mad.
Speechless for a second, Michael recovers fast, as he had never seen you so desperate before. Something about that definitely turned him on but he doesn't have time to ponder about that right now. He needs to take care of his girl.
He groans under his breath, knowing he doesn't have time to eat you out.
Ugh, what a bummer.
He grabs your hips and pushes you back onto the bed with your legs still dangling off it. He hikes up your shirt enough so that your bra is showing and pulls your panties to the side. You whimper as the cold air hits your bare skin. Jesus you’re drenched, your folds glossy and puffy from being neglected.
Michael’s hands itch to touch you, to stretch you on his long fingers before putting his cock in you but he can’t, can’t risk others getting suspicious of you two, I mean the door is ajar anyway, can’t waste anymore time.
Swiftly he unzips his trousers and pulls it, along with his boxers, down. His thick cock springs out, pre-cum leaking out his tip. Your mouth waters as you stare at it, dick fully hard and pulsing. He wraps his hand around the base and pulls back his foreskin lightly, making more of his tasty cum to drip out and land right onto your clit. You shiver at the contact as you feel it dripping down your slit.
He wraps your legs around his hips and moves closer to you. He tugs on his cock a few times before pressing his hot tip against your sensitive nub. You don’t even have time to react as he starts to rub your clit in little circles. Your head falls back onto the sheets as you finally feel a tiny bit of relief. You buck your hips, wanting more but Michael shushes you, telling you to be grateful for what he’s giving you.
He slides his cockhead down to your needy hole and tries to slip his fat cock inside you. He pushes slightly a few times but only manages to get half of his tip in before you start whimpering from the stretch. Amused by your cries he urges his fingers against your lips.
“Spit” he commands. You widen your eyes slightly. You shakily part your lips and spit onto his fingers. “More, again” his voice sounds more hoarse, you can tell he's just as aroused as you no matter how much he tries to deny it. you do as he says and feel your cheeks heating up.
Satisfied he brings his hand down to his shaft and smears it all around his dick. You squeeze your walls at the delicious sight, his cock now covered and shining in your spit.
He grabs onto your hip with his left hand and slowly pushes his cock past your slippery folds. You moan quietly, trying not to make too much noise. Desperately clawing at the sheets you gasp as you feel your gummy walls stretch around his fat, lengthy cock. He’s not even fully inside you and you're panting like a dog in heat.
“See? See how prep is so important now?” He taunts you with his righteous, but extremely attractive, attitude. You nod and bite your lip to suppress your noises.
He grunts as he watches his cock disappear into your slick pussy, your walls hug him so good he might cum right there, but he stops himself. Faltering his movements he stops briefly to let you catch your breath. Yeah, it’s obviously for you, he doesn't need a minute to collect himself, definitely not. Liar.
After a minute he pulls out slightly and thrusts back in again, not fully though. He starts to pump his cock inside you at a steady pace, making you feel his prominent veins rubbing against your slick walls.
“No, want all of you” you whine.
“You can’t take more right now, don't start with me” he says sternly and continues to plunge himself into your tight cunt.
“I can-” he brings you out of your cock drunk haze by cupping your jaw with his fingers, not aggressively though, you’re still his princess. “don’t wanna hurt you, baby” before you can protest he makes you look down and see the outline of his big cock on your belly bulging slightly. You mewl defeatedly and lay your head back onto the bed obediently.
“Good girl”
He resumes his rhythmic thrusts and low grunts and even whimpers. God he looks so good like this, on top, his eyebrows knitted from concentration, hands groping your soft inner thighs. Beautiful.
As he picks up his pace ever so slightly he brings his thumb to toy with your pulsing clit. You bring your palm to your mouth to stop yourself from moaning. You can feel more of his clear pre-cum oozing out his tip, making everything more slippery. As a consequence of his fastened pace the sounds of your squelching pussy and his heavy balls slapping against your ass intensifies. You’re close, so, so close.
“Mike” you whimper.
“I know, baby, i know” he looks down at your blissed out face and coos at you.
Michael looks at where you’re connected and groans, there's a white ring of your cum forming around his dark cock, that along with him being able to see his cock bulging in your tummy sends his senses into overdrive. His thumb keeps rubbing your button in tight circles as he feels himself get closer to the edge of his release. Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure that only he can give you, you arch your back, anticipating your sweet release.
“Fuck- come for me baby, cream on my cock” he says and throws his head back.
You feel a familiar sensation in your lower tummy whilst he feels his balls tightening, ready to fill you up with his sticky seed. Frantically you reach out your hand and intertwine it with his much larger one, wanting to feel as close to his as you can.
As your pent up desires reach a tipping point you feel your legs tremble as you throw your head back and let the powerful orgasm wash over you, mouth open, whining from how good it feels. As Michael sees your face he feels the same feeling arise within him, squeezing his eyes shut he grunts as he pumps you full of his cum, rope after rope of his creamy seed filling you up to the brim, just how you like it. When he feels his cum trying to escape your little hole he pushes in slightly, to make sure that none of it goes to waste, making you whimper from the unexpected stretch.
“Still needy?” Breathless, he asks with a smile plastered on his face. You giggle and shake your head as you admire how his curls frame his face so nicely.
Unfortunately, You don’t get the chance to fully calm down from your high before you hear a familiar voice coming from behind him.
“-Michael?”
shit.
© michaelsfavgirl 2024
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TL;DR: let’s be friends y’all
This event was organized by @firawren for largely selfish reasons. For one thing, I wanted to have more BatB fic, art, and other goodies to eat up, and now I do!
But secondly, I wanted to foster more community amongst this fandom. I think this event has shown that there are actually a lot more people who are into Disney’s Beauty and the Beast than you might have thought (than I thought at least!), yet we’re not at all united as a fandom community. There are a few little pockets of friends, but I don’t know most of you. Most people only know a handful of others, if any. And I think that’s sad.
Would you join me in making an effort to be more connected to one another? To show ongoing interest in each other’s works, to lift each other up and motivate each other to keep creating, to just chat and laugh and share joy over our shared obsession with this beautiful story?
I know of three Discord communities for BatB fans that we can try using!
Beauty and the Beast Lovers is the most inclusive server, in my experience. However, there are several minors there, which some adults aren’t comfortable with, just as a heads up.
The Enchanted Rose is a smaller, closer-knit group, but also allows all folks to join, including minors.
The most creation-focused server is Frozen Hearts Worth Melting. It’s 18+ and specifically for BatB (and Frozen) fanfic writers and artists, with a very supportive, inclusive, fanwork-positive vibe. DM moderator @loonysama on Discord or Tumblr if you want to join us there.
Beyond Discord, let’s continue to connect and support each other here on Tumblr! I for one am always happy to chat about BatB and/or my work on my main account @firawren.
And if anyone has any other suggestions of how we can be more united and supportive in this fandom, add your thoughts to this post!
Thanks friends!
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Oblivious
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female); Namjoon x Reader (Female)
Word Count: 1.57K
Summary: When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.
Author’s Note: Y’all. It’s been a minute and a half since I posted a story. But I finally have a little free time and a smidgen of motivation and I had this idea and well… I just hope I have a few readers left out there who will enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
Oblivious
“She wanted you to ask her to dance.” Yoongi remarked, idly swirling his drink in his glass.
Both he and Namjoon watched as you walked away, making your way through the crowd, back toward the other bridesmaids.
“You think so?” Namjoon asked, moving to join his hyung at the cocktail table. His eyes never left you, even as you were reabsorbed by your circle of friends. You kept your back to him, unaware of his continued observation as you laughed with the other girls.
Yoongi nodded, despite the fact that Namjoon wasn’t looking at him.
“She was flirting with you, Namjoon-ah. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. She couldn’t have been more obvious.”
Namjoon shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume.”
“So you’re not oblivious,” Yoongi smirked, “Just an idiot.”
Namjoon finally tore his gaze from your unsuspecting form and looked at him.
“It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I thought it might be presumptuous of me to flirt back.” He explained. “What if she was just playing around? The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. Or make an ass out of myself.”
Yoongi sighed wearily.
“You think too much.” He told Namjoon, but the bluntness of his words was softened by his genuine - though long-suffering - affection for his younger friend.
“I know.” Namjoon gave a sigh of his own.
At that moment, the song filling the reception hall changed from an upbeat dance number to a slower, more romantic melody.
“You can still ask her to dance.” Yoongi encouraged, giving his drink another twirl.
Namjoon said nothing, but his expression betrayed his hesitancy.
“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi held his gaze, deciding in an instant that he needed proper motivation, “You better ask her to dance… before I do.”
“What?” Namjoon chuckled nervously.
But Yoongi knew he’d both heard and understood him, so when his dongsaeng made no moves, he threw back the last swig of his drink and straightened his suit coat before marching resolutely in your direction.
Namjoon could only watch him go, dumbfounded.
When he reached you, Yoongi gently touched your arm and said your name to pull your attention from your friends. The way your face lit up when you recognized him surprised him, but he didn’t show it.
“May I have this dance?” He asked you, and the bright smile you gave him in response surprised him even more. He expected you’d accept; besides the fact that you were too nice to say no, the two of you were friends, after all.
But he hadn’t expected you to accept so enthusiastically.
You extended your hand to Yoongi and he took it automatically, feeling another twinge of amazement as your fingers wrapped around his. He dismissed the sensation as quickly as it had come, leading you toward the center of the hall, where a group of wedding guests were dancing.
As soon as Yoongi stopped at the edge of the dance floor, you moved close against him, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He felt awkward as he held your waist, but you began swaying to the music and he followed your lead, turning in slow circles with you.
You both made small talk as you danced - commenting on the beautiful wedding, observing the happiness of the newlywed couple, remarking about the size of the reception crowd - but even as he chatted with you, Yoongi’s mind was preoccupied.
When he asked you to dance, he’d hardly given it any thought. He just wanted to spur Namjoon into action. That had been his only motivation… hadn’t it? Yoongi didn’t ask girls to dance at weddings. Not even girls like you, his closest female friend. So why did he not even hesitate to approach you? Why had it been so easy to ask for your hand? Why had you been so happy to join him?
And why - despite the mild awkwardness - did it feel so… nice to have you in his arms?
“You look really handsome in that suit, by the way.” You smiled almost shyly, and Yoongi’s focus snapped back to the moment. He smiled back despite himself.
“You look beautiful.” He replied, the sincere compliment escaping his lips before he could exercise his usual restraint. “As always.”
The way your smile spread to your eyes pricked something in Yoongi’s chest, but before he could determine what it was, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and a hand gave his back a friendly pat.
“Mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked, his gaze flicking between you and Yoongi.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate to step back, quickly dropping your waist, and you gave Namjoon a welcoming smile, allowing him to take his friend’s place.
But Yoongi didn’t miss how your eyes met his over Namjoon’s shoulder, just before he twirled you away.
Maybe Namjoon’s not an idiot, Yoongi thought, as he watched the two of you sway around the dance floor, your face shimmering as brightly as your dress beneath the party lights.
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as the realization dawned on him:
Maybe I’m the idiot now.
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The ice in Yoongi’s empty glass clinked as he sat it on the bar, and the bartender knowingly topped it off with more whiskey without having to be asked.
“Can I have one of those too, please?” You asked the bartender, sidling up next to Yoongi.
Yoongi gave you a sidelong glance as the bartender quickly made your order and placed it in front of you.
“Cheers.” You held your drink out to Yoongi, and he smirked.
“Geonbae.” He offered, tapping his glass gently against yours before you both took swigs of your drinks. After the one sip, you sat your glass back down.
“I enjoyed our dance earlier. I’m really glad you asked me.” You told Yoongi, and the admission made him put his own drink down.
“It was nothing.” He chuckled dismissively, even though it certainly was not nothing to him.
“I was beginning to think you couldn’t take a hint.” You teased.
Yoongi only stared in response, finally meeting your gaze in time to see the twinkle in your eye.
“I wanted you to ask me to dance,” You explained, an amused smile playing on your lips, “I’ve been dropping hints all night. I was this close to giving up on being subtle and taking the direct approach, but you just barely beat me to the punch.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed.
“You were flirting with Namjoon right in front of me…” He wasn’t accusing you, he was just confused.
You bit your lip.
“I was kinda trying to make you jealous.” You admitted, holding back a giggle. “It was childish, and stupid, I know, but it was a last resort.”
“You could have just asked me to dance.” Yoongi told you.
You chuckled fully at that.
“I know you, Yoongi. I would have had to drag you out onto the dance floor.” You shook your head. “I needed you to think it was your idea in the first place.”
Yoongi scoffed, but he knew you were probably right.
“I’m just sorry our dance got cut short.” You continued, barely giving Yoongi time to catch up. “Maybe we could finish it now?” You asked, nodding back toward the dance floor.
Yoongi hadn’t noticed until that moment that another slow song was playing; he took a beat to process everything.
Now you were asking him to dance?
“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi nodded simply, his body turning automatically towards the dance floor. With a beaming smile, you clasped his hand, pulling him along, and he felt the tug all the way up to his heart.
Yoongi knew what this sensation was now. He’d felt it often with you, it finally occurred to him, but up until tonight, he hadn’t thought about what it meant:
Yoongi liked you.
He really liked you. More than just a friend.
How it took him this long to figure it out, he didn’t know. But as the two of you returned to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around each other, Yoongi realized you must feel the same way. And he wondered how he’d failed to ever notice before.
He’d accused Namjoon of missing the obvious, but it turns out… all this time, Yoongi was the one who’d been completely oblivious.
He pulled you closer against his body as he mused, continuing to lead you in lazy circles in time with the slow rhythm.
“Noona?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and deep, as the song progressed toward its ending.
“Hmm?” You gazed up at him.
“Can I have the next dance, too?”
You smiled slowly, nodding.
“And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Every dance you want, it’s yours.” You promised Yoongi, threading your fingers through the hair that brushed the collar of his suit jacket.
Yoongi’s smile grew to match yours as he lowered his head, his lips finding your cheek and pressing a soft kiss close to your ear. You tightened your hold around Yoongi’s neck in delight, and as you did, you caught sight of Namjoon standing alone on the edge of the dance floor.
Namjoon gave you a knowing smile, lifting a champagne glass in your direction, and you almost laughed as you put a shushing finger to your lips, shooting him a quick wink in return.
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you know—usually i just post my fics on here and go about my business, then come back to interact with everyone who supports my fics in the comments. but lately, i have been getting a little discouraged. i post to share my stories and share an interest i have with fictional characters. for the most part, my stories are self-indulgent. however, i(and any other creator) would be lying if they said they don’t get discouraged by the lack of notes they get. this is is a new blog so i guess that can play a part, but still i tag my stories and it collects dust.
*this doesn’t go for the active readers i have and my twitter mutuals. just know i genuinely appreciate you all and you’re the ONLY reason why i still continue to post. i have the will to finish my stories because of y’all.*
however, since i am a smaller account, i often come across other fics (usually non-black reader) that would have verbiage, dialogue, stories, etc. that are too similar to mine to be a coincidence. some even borderline copying. but i don’t bother to post the side by side comparisons because i know i will be gaslit and i am not going to waste my time going back and forth with people about it. i take my time to provide quality content and put a lot of effort into my characters and stories, so for it to be taken without credit is just so disheartening.
yes, i write DESCRIPTIVE black reader fics. yes, i write chaptered fics. yes, all my fics have plot before smut. yes, i write in first POV. yes, i actually take the time to study a character’s canon personality to adapt it to my own headcanon of them to properly flesh out their character. these are all the things that makes me an unique author and differentiate from others, which ultimately should be the same for everyone. yes, it’s okay to feed off each other, but if someone gave you inspo, just credit them. it’s simple.
and this is why we also encourage readers to interact by liking, commenting, snd reblogging. you don’t understand how motivating it is to see a full analysis on how much you enjoy our work. so again, wanted to say thank you to everyone who always interact with me. your comments truly make me happy. ᡣ𐭩
#alfie rambles 💭#and let’s not forgot how on my old account my ideas would be stolen then i would get magically hit with a label and suddenly people are#doing that same idea as me#and if you’re going to come in my inbox saying i don’t own a trope#stay the fuck out because i’m not#talking about tropes. i’m talking chatvagers#dialogue and how a character is written.#i have a few more ideas left in me for characters but after them i’m done with posting fics.
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All orokabu blogs I have an announcement 
So I have seen so many amazing orokabu blogs like @ventriclealchemy and @brbrbrbruh and @shrimpleasthat77 etc., etc. etc. 
But I feel that we are the only ones who post orokabu😢 so me and all of you are going to try and make it popular again🥰 so who cares what people say about your art, just say “well it makes me happy!” So let’s continue to post and reblog orokabu even if it’s from 2012 or blah blah! Just remember that it’s ok to draw stuff people don’t like, because that is your art! Thank you!
I’m just trying to motivate y’all lol sorry if that was cringe 😬 
#orochimaru#kabuto yakushi#orokabu#kabuoro#kabuto x orochimaru#naruto#kabuto#naruto yaoi#yaoi#narutoshippuden#naruto anime#naruto shippuuden#naruto characters
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Audio Drama Sunday!!!
Again this is far from comprehensive because I am a feral podcast monster, but here’s what stuck out to me this week! Mostly spoiler-free, unless you count vibes as spoilers!
🗡️ Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later managed to have a happy? Ending? Honestly the way it managed to be a hilarious historical sitcom with an ending that chilling was MASTERFUL. Great job writers, y’all are fantastic. It is obviously not absolutely true to what we know about Roman history, but it is true to the spirit of it in a way that’s really satisfying for me personally.
🦀 @thesiltverses oh MAN. The way this story says again and again that you cannot earn your way out of being trampled by a system that doesn’t care about you hits every. Single. Time. And what are you going to do, try to remake that system? There are always going to be people who can’t handle that and fight against you, to their own detriment. This story is fantastical and exaggerated, but it’s always so real at the same time.
👁️ @hellofromthehallowoods is trying to kill me, straight up. I have no idea what Halloween will bring for this show and i’m dying. It’s very difficult to predict storylines on Hallowoods and that’s something I love about it. Will this pair break up? Will this pair die for their cause? Will this pair find each other again, even through death? Shoutout to the great guests this episode, I always enjoy seeing who Mx Wellman invites into the world.
🔎 @knovesstorytelling okay look, y’all, I have never read Northanger Abbey, so I don’t know why Kit’s being told to pack her bags and get out, and I am so UPSET. What’s going on????
📉 Within the Wires is back!! And my WORD, the juxtaposition of this season being motivational tapes while listening to the current season of The Dream about life coaches?? I am transfixed and horrified, let’s GO.
🎟️ @longcatmedia Mockery Manor. I love these clowns so much. I love that Bette is really smart and really dumb at the same time. Everyone’s acting is top notch, but I’m especially a fan of Karim Kronfli in this show. Everyone knows he’s got the range, but it’s so fun listening to him be this fussy little guy.
👻 One of the shows I’ve been catching up on is Ghosts in the Burbs, a deceptively spooky and delightfully witty single-narrator ghost show. I’m listening through the Lilith arc and….woof. WOOF. I know how it ends and it’s still terrifying.
🩸 IT’S HEMOPHOBIA DAY, omg, everyone please check out Hemophobia, I am so excited for Hemophobia. It’s sitting in my queue staring at me with that creepy-ass logo art. I’ve talked with CSW about this show and heard the trailer—religious trauma horror with amazing sound design and an amazing cast??? You kidding???? I am drooling over here. Join me, won’t you?
🧟♀️ This week is also the premier of The Dead! As soon as that feed appears I’ll be putting it everywhere, and I’m so excited to show everyone the first series. You’ve heard of snakes on a plane….
💐 On my end, as Re: Dracula continues its march to the finale, this week I find myself recording Inn Between and The Dead. I am still trying to make rent ahead of my new job’s first paycheck, so if you liked this post or the other things I do, would you consider sending me a ko-fi?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be listening to Hemophobia very quietly and very scared by myself in the dark. Until next week!
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about the compliment post;
I didnt continue. I am so so so sorry but I didn’t think so many people would see it and it’s overwhelming me so much. If anyone is willing to help me compliment people it might make everything a lot easier and I might feel motivated to start up again. Just letting you know: you’re frigging awesome and deserve a compliment and I am so grateful for the people applauding me on that post, y’all put a smile on my face. I might continue, but with help I’d finish it much quicker :)
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