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stratica · 2 days
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I made this to also show like the previous one I've made with Kelly that Krista too is also my side of myself I deeply connect with as well on a personal level with my Bigender identity. The two together, make me feel whole and that's good enough for me- 💗🤍💜🤍💙
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yosb · 10 hours
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for the last day of lesbian visibility week, i wanted to share some updates of my queer regency webcomic, the masquerader! here's a character line-up with some costume designs of bella & prue.
the quick slug from my co-writer is "it's a regency lesbian love story between a woman who's cross-dressing after her life falls apart and a woman striking out on her own." and my contribution is: also there's murder and luddites!
we've been working hard on boarding it behind the scenes, and i'm hoping to have some pages out before san diego comic-con!!!
you can follow my instagram for comic updates or follow the tumblr we have set up for it!
❤️🧡🤍💗💜
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devilevlls · 1 day
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Oo! Oo! Drabble requests? Hhhh you already have a Barbatos request, but I'd love "Why won't you let me help you?" with him. If you're not feeling more Barb, though, maybe "Why are you wearing my skirt?" with Levi? No worries if neither of those work for you, and thank you for considering!
Heey!! Thank you for the request.💜 I hope you enjoy the quick drabble!
Remember guys, clothes doesn't define your gender/sexuality. Be free to be who you are. 💗
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Why are you wearing my skirt? ♡︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ
Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆。˚
📌 TW: Mentions of crossdressing.
It had been an incredibly stressful day. Lord Diavolo had tasked MC with assisting in the paperwork for the exchange program, keeping them at RAD until late. Hurriedly, they made their way to the House of Lamentation, desperately hoping to find solace in a warm bath. But as luck would have it, upon their arrival, they discovered an unexpected visitor in their room: an otaku, engrossed in trying out the human's outfits.
"Goodness gracious," MC exclaimed, their gaze fixed on Leviathan, who was adorned in thigh-high socks and a skirt. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably their clothing. "Why are you wearing my skirt?"
The demon gasped and squealed, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he met MC's gaze with flushed cheeks. "I... I was just curious," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always look so good in it. I wanted to try it too."
"Wow..." MC stood transfixed, their breath catching in their throat as they admire the unexpected display before them. Time seemed to slow as they absorbed every detail, from the way Leviathan hesitantly donned their clothing to the flush that painted his cheeks with a delicate hue. 
As Leviathan's self-consciousness enveloped him, his demeanor faltered, and his gaze descended to the floor in anticipation of MC's potential disapproval. "I know... I'm not pretty enough for this," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability, his tail betraying his inner turmoil with agitated sways. It was a moment of raw honesty, where his insecurities laid bare, seeking reassurance and acceptance from the one whose opinion mattered most.
"What?" MC stepped forward, their voice soft. "Of course you are, Levi. Your uniqueness, your authenticity—that's what makes you truly captivating. You are the most charming demon I know. You should try the blue one." With gentle sincerity, they reached out, their touch a tender affirmation of acceptance as they offered a comforting pat on his shoulder.
His eyes shimmered with a mixture of relief and gratitude, reflecting the warmth of MC's unwavering support. With renewed confidence, Leviathan exchanged the skirt for the one they suggested. As the fabric draped around him, a surge of excitement coursed through his veins, the notion of embracing such "feminine" attire awakening a thrilling sense of liberation and self-discovery. It was… Arousing.
"Yes, this one is perfect, Levi," MC declared, their eyes lingering on him admiringly. "You're such a pretty boy, dressed so perfectly for me."
With a gentle caress, MC's fingertips brushed against Leviathan's cheeks, their touch a delicate expression of affection and understanding. They sigh softly as their lips met in a tender kiss. Leviathan's heart fluttered with a mixture of surprise and longing, his blush deepening as he savored the warmth of their embrace. 
It felt so good not being judged.
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Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!
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callilemon · 3 days
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Happy @bookdragonwrites week: day 4!! 📖🐲
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
You're quite literally one of my favorite persons in the entire world! I'm so grateful to have you in my life and call you my friend! 💗Thank you for putting up with my nonsense.
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Noé is throwing glitter at you 💜🎊
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imagines-ahs · 2 years
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Hi um hey so… the next chapter of ‘Would you Swallow all your Pride?’ is my favorite so far and I CAN NOT WAIT to share it with you and I just *screams into a pillow* am SO EXCITED I really want to thank you guys for all the support and for all the asks, you guys make my life so much better and I’m just *sighs* I love this.
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ninalinovna · 5 months
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jason 🐦
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factual-fantasy · 5 months
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mimimar · 5 months
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until the end of time ☆
(prints)
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whosoldherout · 5 months
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i want to ride my bicycle
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hedwig221b · 20 days
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Stiles Stilinski
Happy Birthday to the bravest human running among wolves! 🥳💗🐺
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cheruib · 9 months
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recent pretty bowls i enjoyed <3 🥣
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"I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe[...]. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song."
Happy Birthday David Byrne (May 14, 1952)
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It's the way they look at each other.. it's beautiful, it's everything.. ❤️❤️
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thebookofbill · 2 months
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ALEX HIRSCH POSTED BILL CIPHER VALENTINES. JOE PITT DREW THEM. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL. THEY DID THIS FOR ME
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“I’m broken, wanna fix me?” HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S FUCKING DOING.
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thegoldenelite · 7 months
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From Kenny's Likes on Twitter 09.23.23
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rookthorne · 15 days
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ֎ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ֎ 500
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ჻჻჻ SMUT: Sub!Bucky, Domme!Reader, masturbation (M), orgasm control
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oh... fuck
to me, this is Sub!Bucky to his core. you know how subs get so nervous, almost exhilarated with the fear of breaking the rules? they crave the punishment that you would have in store for them — it's a routine that had been honed to perfection.
never before have you strayed from that routine with Bucky.
until that night you caught him fucking his fist and whining like the pathetic pup that he was...
“Y–You weren’t meant to be home…”
You stood in the doorway, taking in the sight before you. Bucky lay with his back against the headboard, his chest heaving while a light sheen of sweat made his skin shine in the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table. 
The brown locks that framed his face clung to his stubbled lined cheeks and plastered to his clammy forehead. His lips were bitten red and swollen; voice hoarse from the strain of moaning in pleasure for however long he sat there, breaking the very rule you set for him before you left that evening. 
No drop spent, no drop wasted, pretty boy.
Bucky’s whine after your command was sinfully pornographic, and it almost convinced you to stay home. But no, you stuck to your guns and walked out that front door.
Only, you came back and found his hand wrapped around his red, weeping cock while it twitched under your gaze. “What did I tell you?” your voice was low with dangerous intent. The wide-eyed expression he shot you sent a thrill of power up your spine — fuck, he was irresistible. 
Bucky’s throat worked; the bob of his Adam’s apple was almost painful to watch. “Not to–”
“Not to waste a drop,” you finished harshly. “Yeah, I remember telling you not to fuck your fist while I was gone, and yet, baby…”
“I’m sorry,” he tried, his lips opening and parting so his tongue could run over them. 
“Since you seem so determined to break the rules,” you began, and you leisurely strolled towards the side of the bed. The soft pad of your feet on the carpet couldn’t be heard over the thunderous roar of blood in your ears. “We’re going to test just how much you want it, sweetheart.”
The blue of his irises vanished in an instant. 
“Go on, fuck your fist, be a good boy for me.” Unable to help yourself, you rested your hand over his bare, quivering thigh. “Come for me.”
Bucky blinked, then painstakingly slowly moved his hand over his throbbing cock. The hitch of his breath was music to your ears, and you cooed at him while he moaned. “You look so pretty, baby, go on, I know you must be close—that pretty cock of yours is crying. We can’t have that, can we?”
“No– No,” he gasped, his hips jerking upwards to meet each movement of his hand. “Please…”
“Please what? I told you to let go. Give it to me.”
The spasm that moved the whole of Bucky’s body was wondrous to watch, and he moaned, calling for you through the high of his climax; all the way until he slumped against the headboard, twitching and panting. 
His hand slowed over the slick skin of his still hard cock.
“Keep going,” you said, smirking wickedly. The mattress dipped under you as you leaned in close. “I told you; we’re going to keep going and test just how much you want it.”
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what... just happened...
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
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