#like if i wanna add a new pic i have to click on the caption add a picture and drag it ABOVE the caption?? thats fucking stupid man
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havent played feh in years but bunny owain should be added to complete the awakening trio
#fire emblem awakening#fire emblem heroes#fe13#owain#inigo#severa#god i fucking HATE the way they changed how to make photosets#like if i wanna add a new pic i have to click on the caption add a picture and drag it ABOVE the caption?? thats fucking stupid man#u had a perfectly working post maker and now its dumb and it makes me mad
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Incel Tomura
I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.
PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader
TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)
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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+
“TCH!”
Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.
It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.
But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.
Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:
“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”
Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.
Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…
******
You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.
It was everything you hoped it would be:
Decay_666_
So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…
Cremation_Daddy
Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?
Decay_666_
Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.
Cremation_Daddy
Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now
You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.
*****
Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.
Y/N
Hey :)
Decay_666_
Hi
Y/N
How did you like my new collar?
Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.
Decay_666_
What collar?
Y/N
*image*
He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:
Decay_666_
Yeah… you look really pretty :)
He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.
Y/N
Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?
Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.
Y/N
I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.
Decay_666_
Yeah. Sure.
His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.
Decay_666_
Be over in 30 :)
He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.
*****
Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.
His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.
“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.
This was going to be so much fun…
*****
Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying.
However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.
“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”
He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv.
You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.
“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”
No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.
“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”
“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.
“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.
Fuck.
You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.
“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.
You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.
“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.
After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest.
“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”
He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.
“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.
“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”
The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.
“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”
You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.
“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”
He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.
“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”
“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”
“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.
“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in.
“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”
Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.
“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.
“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”
“Y-yes… Mommy.”
“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?”
Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”
You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips.
A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.
“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.
“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”
“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else.
With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”
“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.
“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”
“Yes, Mommy!”
“Tell Mommy what you are…”
“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”
“And what do you want?”
“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”
You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.
“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”
Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.
“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”
Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.
“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”
Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...
#Shigaraki#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x you#bnha smut#tw // mommy kink#tw degradation#tw face sitting#jade writes smut
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Hi Keri!! :D I had a question if you’re up to answering! How do you make the descriptions on your artwork ombré in color? I’d love to do that with mine but I have no clue how! I really love your art btw, you’ve inspired me so, so much and yeah! I look up to you a lot bc of how strong you are anyways- enough rambling from me- I hope you’re having a good day! - 💘
Hello hello!! :D OOH do I have a new signature anon?? 👀 well well well!!
Firstly, thank you so much for your lovely words, oh my goodness. What a sweet message!! That means a lot to me... you look up to me??? You think I'm strong??? You like my art??? What a concept. Wow. I needed to take a minute to soak that in bc I'm not used to getting such nice compliments like that omg. Thank you so much!!
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Down to business! I'll use one of my posts as an example:
First, go to this website: http://jsfiddle.net/j7vLfbw1/22/
You see all that stuff all over the page? Yeah, don't worry about that. You should only be concerned about the little section where you can type on the bottom right.
Here, in the very top box, type in the text you would want to use as a caption. For this example I'll just put "Two falling stars!! ♡" for a Starscream doodle I made for the sake of this post. Choose the colors you want to use as your gradient. (it doesn't matter if you type first or pick your colors first, just as long as you do both before hitting the "run" button) I'm going to use a very bold pink and blue, because that's... the StarKeri colors :D
Now, click "Run", and on the second bar, the one on the bottom, should be a big ol' bunch of text. You're gonna wanna click on it -- then type and hold down ctrl + A, then ctrl + C, so you have selected all of the text and copied it.
Next, go to tumblr, upload the artwork you'll be using. Then, click on the gear in the top right corner. Then go down to "Text editor", and click on the arrow and go down to "HTML"
Here's where we get to coding! Very fun! Most of the time :'D okay so, type and hold down ctrl + V, to paste everything you've just copied.
You can hit "preview" to see what the colors look like!
How pretty! Now, I normally bold my text to make the colors pop out more.
Go to the very beginning of what you've pasted in the HTML. Type <b> in the VERY front of your caption phrase, and it'll bold everything.
Even better! But... what if I wanted to add another line of text? What if I wanted that second line of text to be italicized, not bolded?
Well then! We need to put </b> at the END of all that coding! Like so:
Now, we make a new line of text. At the end of that, type <br>
This creates a new line. Now, type <i> to start the italicizing of your next line of text.
Go back to the jsfiddlesjdffsdfjfsdkfwhatever website, type your new caption and choose your colors. Once you've run it and copied that HTML code, you paste it right after all of that nonsense.
And... you're done!
Tumblr only lets me do 10 pics per post (even if it's answering an ask... which is dumb, they used to let you do way more???) so I'm sorry if some of this seems scatterbrained, but I tried to add pics for the most important parts.
I hope this helped! Please let me know if you have more questions! :D
#long post#anonymous#💘 anon#asks#i was gonna put this under a readmore but i dont think my theme is super compatible#like it would just be rly hard to scroll thru... i gotta change my theme soon lol
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Alfie Solomons on Social Media
Big thank you to @cheekypeakyblinders @peak-a-blinder and @champagneholland !! So much love and support with this lil social media themed project we’re doing! Go read their writing (linked at the bottom!) also can I just say I’m super proud of the moodboards I made for these :)
Alfie is NOT tech savvy. He’s not a complete technophobe, but he’s definitely not down with the latest trends, he doesn’t have a clue what half the pre-installed apps on his phone are for and he’s only just figured out that you can have a contacts list and that you don’t need to manually type in a whole phone number if it’s already saved on his phone.
He often forgets how to turn off caps lock, so his texts can often be misinterpreted as very angry or very excited
He also uses LOTS of abbreviations- like the normal ones (lol, wtf, ffs, cba) but then he also makes his own up which just confused everybody
Example:
It’s okay though bc the younger ones actually teach him stuff (*cough* unlike tommy abd arthur who just take the piss)
‘No right Finn mate I don’t want to fuckin download Tik tok I’ve got a fuckin watch and a little clock on the screen fucks sake’
Alfie’s in a fair few group chats- there’s the main GC that has the Shelby/gray clan (he’s there for banter and because Polly is an admin and she knows it pisses tommy off
Every morning without fail at like... 5-6 o’clock, he’ll send a bright and cheerful good morning text that’s normally not very well received. But he does it anyway bc him and Pol are the only ones awake :)
Alfie on snapchat is a different story. Literally every day there’s a picture of Cyril with a caption like ‘love of my life’ ‘best mate’ ‘don’t know what I’d do without you’
He also posts all his baked goodies onto his story too, and the random women who add him via quick add end up swooning over his floury tattooed arms bc he has a dog and he can COOK
He hasn’t got a CLUE what a private story is so every day, at least 100+ people are subjected to ‘tommy fucking Shelby has a stick up his arse pass it on’ which gets screenshotted and sent to the group chat
He doesn’t get the whole ‘streaks’ thing either
‘No I don’t wanna fucking streak with you isaiah what the fuck??? I thought your dad was a man of god and all that???’
Cue three days later on his story: “there’s fires next to some of your names right and if you die yeah, blame isaiah because he asked me to streak with him and I don’t think Jeremiah likesd that tbh and probs prayed to god to smite yous down lol’
‘Alfie it just means we’ve snapped eachother for three consecutive days mate’
His story that day: ‘sorry you’re not getting smited you lot just like sending me pictures of your ceilings ??’
Snapchat filters took him by surprise too but imagine this man’s JOY when he found out Cyril could wear funny glasses AND have a round face 🥺🥺🥺
Let’s talk YouTube. Despite not knowing how to turn caps lock off, and thinking Finn is having a stroke every time he throws it back, Alfie is quite the vlogger.
What’s starts off as mostly baking videos and rants (he likes to get things off his chest while kneading the SHIT out of some dough) quickly turns into a full on THING
He makes all sorts of videos- at least one weekly vlog with Cyril and him going on an adventure
Honestly those ones are basically asmr bc Alfie will be recording cyril with one hand and petting him and scratching behind his ears with the other and just murmuring ‘what’ve you got there mate? A rock? Tha’s fuckin brilliant that is my mate. My good boy aren’t you? Yeah... good lad... you gonna put the rock down or... no we’re fuckin... taking the fuckin rock home with us... whatever you say mate...’
Like it’s not much of a vlog like ‘hey guys it’s Alfie aka the Wandering Jew and today me and my pal are going to the park’ it’s more of a ‘watch this great big bear of a man talk very gently to a great big dog for fifteen minutes’ type of vlog
He also does the baking vids obvs, but in more of a tutorial format rather than bitching about his mate ‘Timmy’ as he develops the gluten with his sleeves rolled upto his elbows.
‘Well Jamie Oliver will tell you to do it like this’
*like 10 seconds of silence as he stares at the camera*
‘FUCK Jamie Oliver the stupid twat THIS is the right way to do it
There are normally some VERY thirsty comments about his arms.
He does a reaction video to the thirsty comments once
John read them out to him and his audience was DELIGHTED by his blush as he muttered ‘that right, is fuckin inappropriate innit? Fucking filth like that when I’m trying to teach you how to bake my nan’s bread? Terrible.’
Alfie’s new found YouTube success brings some unwanted attention too...
He doesn’t really know what to do about it so he just leaves it...
A week later, however...
Finally, lets talk messaging his significant other
Admittedly his long winded, meandering rants don’t really translate very well into text, so he much prefers to FaceTime or simply ring you
His texts are sweet though
He tries, bless him
If you don’t live together, you get a good morning and a goodnight text every night, regardless of any business.
You quickly learn to mute your phone as soon as you wake up bc he is an early bird lol
You hear the rants he doesn’t put on his story 🥺🥺
He doesn’t really use emojis but he uses them a LOT more when he texts you- mainly the heart ones
Likes your instagram posts literally as soon as they’re posted and always comments on them
‘You’re fucking beautiful you. I love you’
He does it on your snapchat story as well, sensing you your picture with a cute (or flirty) comment
SMUTTY TALK BELOW
You love texting him little flirty messages??? Just subtle ones with a cheeky double entendre.
Maybe you’re thinking about him. Maybe the sausages you had with breakfast really were juicy who knows 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
Either way it gets him GOING
You use snapchat to your biggest advantage, sending him cheeky little peeks at your body, but never quite ENOUGH
He clicks off the image really quickly so you normally get a ‘Alfie💖 has replayed your snap’ notification
‘Fuck me love’
‘Later. In a meeting gtg xx’
He doesn’t really take dirty pics himself. He does, however, tell you to grab your headphones ;)
Thank you for reading! Below are the other works in this collab! Make sure to check them out 💖💖
John Shelby by @cheekypeakyblinders
Michael Gray by @champagneholland
Finn Shelby by @cheekypeakyblinders
Tommy Shelby by @peak-a-blinder
Grace burgess by @champagneholland
Arthur Shelby by @peak-a-blinder
Tag list: @the-makingsofgreatness @peakyswritings @haphazardhufflepuff @diksy1112 @zodiyack @soleil-dor @hiddensapphic @fckingpeakyblinders @snugleo @alittlebirds @satanxklaus @glamsaturn @thegirlwithoutaname87 @queenofmankind @awkwardretro @captivatedbycillianmurphy @xshinytrashcanx @hanster1998 @cheekypeakyblinders @champagneholland
#alfie solomons#alfie solomons x you#alfie solomons headcanon#peaky blinders headcanons#peaky blinders#peaky social media#smut#Alfie solomons x reader#collab#social media au
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The picloadr alternative post was deleted. do you know how to post ads a lot at a time?
below the cut you will be able to find various alternatives to picloadr
this post will be updated whenever a find a new method so it can serve as a compilation of different ways in which you can mass upload rp promos!
last updated: march 2021
option 1. mass post editor
first of all, you will need to install this script:
https://greasyfork.org/en/scripts/372566-tumblr-mass-post-editor-features
if you use chrome, you will need the tampermonkey extension for it to work. for opera it’s the same as long as you have the extension that lets you install chrome extensions
after you have it installed, you will need to go to your mass editor page
https://www.tumblr.com/mega-editor/draft/YOURURLHERE
there, you will see your editor now looks different. to start mass uploading promos, click on the batch icon on the upper right corner.
clicking it will take you to a page where you can begin uploading your promo pics. it gives you the option to drag the pictures from an open folder to the page or just uploading normally. for the sake of this tutorial, we’ll go with the latter.
for this, you’re going to need to prepare a folder with all of your promo pictures and duplicates depending on how many posts you wanna edit at the same time. i’ll be going with 10 because my laptop is dying.
so your folder should look like that, just a bunch of your promos and duplicates depending on how many pics you wanna upload. if you can, have a folder with 100 pictures.
select and upload all of them to your mass editor page, so you end up with something resembling this, just that you will have your promo pics and not a million pikas
for this, i rec having your promo template in your drafts so you can just copy and paste it every time you upload your promos. just copy it from your drafts and paste it on the first blank space and the formatting will remain the same. if for some reason the formatting doesn’t stick, you can edit the caption using the lil post edit that appears when you click on one of the posts.
then you’re gonna click clone ABC so all of your posts can have the save caption
then when it comes to tags, click on the blank space to your left, write all of your tags and then separate with with a comma, and when you’re done click add tags to all
BONUS IF YOU’RE QUEING PHOTOSETS.
if you’re queuing photosets, all you need to do is follow the sam instructions but before you post the pictures, you are going to drag the pictures towards others and arrange them so it looks something like this, it depends on how you want your photosets to look
once you are sure you’re done, make sure none of the posts are selected so you can click on the post photos button
the posts will be disappearing as they are drafter. once the page is blank, it means all of your promos are now in your drafts! (don’t close the mass editor page, we’re still not done!!!)
in order to queue them at the same time, on your mass editor page, now click on the drafts icon. there, the posts we just drafted will show up. select all of them and then click on queue drafts
and that’s it! all of your promos should be in your queue!
option 2. qplus.io
okay so @osvaldrps suggested this! personally i haven’t tried it myself, but it looks like a site similar to picloadr. once i manage to get it to work, i will update this with a tutorial!
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Jamie Otis is feeling emotional amid the ongoing coronavirus pandemic.
On Wednesday, the Married at First Sight alum, 33, got candid about what’s it like being 37 weeks pregnant during the health crisis, breaking down in tears in an Instagram video after getting tested for COVID-19 under the recommendation of her doctor.
“I feel really, really ridiculous. I’m crying like all the time these days. I feel so silly,” she says in the video filmed in the car. “I don’t know why, but I’m genuinely just so nervous.”
Otis said she started doubting herself after getting the coronavirus test, which typically involved medical professionals taking nose and throat swabs from the patient.
“Just the swab — I mean, that hurt really bad,” she shared through tears. “I was like, if I can’t handle the swab going up my nose, how am I gonna have an unmedicated childbirth? I think I’m just a little overwhelmed that I feel so annoyed at myself for being such a wimp about this.”
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Otis, who shares 2½-year-old daughter Henley Grace with husband Doug Hehner, then expresses her worries of “annoying” her family with her emotions, telling fans, “I’m impatient. I don’t know how to reset my brain so I can just chill the F out.”
“This is not how I want to behave or how I want to feel going into delivering my baby,” she continues. “Gosh, this is a nightmare.”
However, Otis says she is trying to “stay positive” amid the outbreak.
“I’m trying to meditate. I’m trying to think happy thoughts,” she shares, before taking a deep sigh. “I don’t know how to calm my brain and be just a positive, happy person. I am so fortunate that I am able to stay home and quarantine, and I’m lucky that I have a low-risk pregnancy so I’m able to do a home birth. I know all these things and I’m trying to be thankful for that.”
“I feel very embarrassed,” the mom adds. “I just feel very annoying and a wimp because other women have it so much worse than I do, and here I am whining over just everything.”
Otis ended the clip by apologizing to viewers, telling followers that she’ll “get it together” soon.
View this post on Instagram I had planned on taking my weekly bump pic and CELEBRATING the fact that I’m full term but honestly, right now I’m in such an emotional rut & smiling for a cutesy pic is the last thing on my mind. I dont wanna pretend I’m all happy-go-lucky over here when I’m a complete MESS. I’m embarrassed to admit it & I feel *so* annoying to even be concerned about anything! I’m so fortunate that I have a HEALTHY rainbow baby who is FULL TERM! (I’ve been holding my breath this whole pregnancy)
I am the LUCKY one who gets to stay home and quarantine while others have to go out and risk their lives to help those who are sick. Honestly, I’m an RN and should be out there helping too but instead I’m safe inside. Which I justify with being pregnant but there are *so many* pregnant women going into the battle zone daily! They’re the real heroes!!!! I feel so corny to say this, but I genuinely want to thank everyone who is out there risking their lives to help save everyone else/deliver their foods, stock the shelves, etc. I know there are signs on the roads and you probably see it all the time that we at home are thankful for you – but I hope you genuinely *know* each time you gown up, get your masks & gloves on & walk into work WE AT HOME WHO ARE SAFE AND PROTECTED ARE SO *THANKFUL* for you and we applaud you!!
And if you’re a pregnant mama worried over everything and anything right now aaaaand you feel kinda psycho with your emotions – girl, I GET IT.
I’m here for you if you need to vent! …. We will ALL get through this! One step at a time!
#positivevibesonly
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“I had planned on taking my weekly bump pic and CELEBRATING the fact that I’m full term but honestly, right now I’m in such an emotional rut & smiling for a cutesy pic is the last thing on my mind,” she captioned the candid video. “I dont wanna pretend I’m all happy-go-lucky over here when I’m a complete MESS.”
“I’m embarrassed to admit it & I feel *so* annoying to even be concerned about anything!” she continued. “I’m so fortunate that I have a HEALTHY rainbow baby who is FULL TERM! (I’ve been holding my breath this whole pregnancy)
I am the LUCKY one who gets to stay home and quarantine while others have to go out and risk their lives to help those who are sick.”
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As a labor and delivery nurse, Otis went on to show her appreciation for those working on the frontlines of the coronavirus, writing, “Honestly, I’m an RN and should be out there helping too but instead I’m safe inside. Which I justify with being pregnant but there are *so many* pregnant women going into the battle zone daily! They’re the real heroes!!!!
“I know there are signs on the roads and you probably see it all the time that we at home are thankful for you – but I hope you genuinely *know* each time you gown up, get your masks & gloves on & walk into work WE AT HOME WHO ARE SAFE AND PROTECTED ARE SO *THANKFUL* for you and we applaud you!!
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RELATED: Jamie Otis Says It’s ‘Hard’ to Watch Friends Have Healthy Pregnancies After Her Miscarriage
Otis told PeopleTV earlier this month that she and Hehner, 36, chose to have a home birth for their son on the way because “the pros outweighed the cons.”
“You learn in nursing school that the safest place is the hospital to have a baby because then they have everything there handy, God forbid happens last minute,” noted Otis.
Hehner said the couple “did a ton of research” on home birth before making their decision, explaining, “The fact that I may or may not be able to be a support person at the delivery in the hospital what do we do with our daughter if I can’t leave the hospital? At least with our house, we know it’s a more controlled environment.”
Otis has experienced several health-related concerns throughout her pregnancy. The former reality star revealed in December that she had been diagnosed with human papillomavirus (HPV), but would “have to wait to biopsy my cervix until after I have the baby.”
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#shootyourshot2k16 // a queen sugar fic
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written for day 29 of 30 x 31 writing challenge; prompt: theme park/carnival AU
+ read on ao3
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alternate canon says that after Micah got expelled over Stella’s dick pic, Charley’s solution was that he needed to learn some responsibility, hence a summer job for young Micah West. He works the basketball game at the St. Jo county fair.
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Micah likes to say that he’s a private person now. He’s kind of reserved, mostly internal, and when he does share stuff, it’s because he figures that somebody else would really get a kick out of it. His instagram’s public, but he only has his snap story viewable to a few of his friends, and usually nobody cares whether or not they can see everything he’s doing and posting. But his aunt Nova, apparently, who is deeply offended that his uncle Ralph Angel can see Micah’s story and she can’t.
“How come I can’t see your story?” Nova leans onto the wood separating Micah’s basketball booth from the rest of the fairgrounds. Her eyes bore straight on into him even when she’s supposedly not grilling him. “I mean, who am I gonna tell?”
“Um, my mom.”
He’s heard them gossiping and whispering now that they’re on good terms. Last thing he needs is her telling his mom something he doesn’t want her to know.
“What’chu doing you don’t want her to see? You got a life now?”
He scoffs. “Yeah, between summer classes and working at the fair, I’ve got plenty of time.” He literally has to do Econ homework under the booth during slow hours, but okay. Nova keeps staring through him though so he sighs. “I don’t know. It’s just weird to have all of you able to see my story. I made the other one!”
“Yeah, the Trapped in NOLA one. That’s a little hurtful, you know?” Her eyes ease up, and her hand goes out to him. "You’re not trapped, Micah. You’re home.”
Home should be voluntary, not a punishment for his ex-girlfriend getting him expelled. He and Stella weren’t anywhere near the level that everyone thinks they were, and now he has to spend his whole summer working in Louisiana, melting and sweating and dealing with an awful amount of humidity with no good reason behind it. So sue him if he doesn’t want his mom to see him complaining about how trash her punishment is.
“If you wanna see my story so bad, then go on IG. We can post a pic together right now.” He tugs his phone out from under the booth and shortcuts his way over to the camera. He hoists it up, and Nova wastes no time slipping up into the selfie. His stupid St. Jo’s County Fair staff shirt’s visible and so’s the game so he types in a #shootyourshot caption before posting it to his IG story.
“Happy?"
She taps his lips with a solid ass finger and a glare to match. “Use that tone on me again, and you’re walking back at the end of your shift.”
“Mom would kill you,” he says.
“I’m older than she is.” Nova flexes. “Stronger too.” But she smiles at him anyway. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t want you getting in trouble for talking your whole shift. See you at six?”
He nods. It’s not like he has anywhere else to go. The fair’s got a few food booths, like three mini-game areas, and one stage that’s used by weird local bands and dance teams that don’t dance so much as strike poses. Drill teams, or step teams, or whatever. He watched a performance the other day, but all of those girls looked at him like they were just dying to get him on their timelines. How the mighty have fallen and all that.
Nova’s not gone more than five minutes before he hears it. Some old school R&B blasting while one of the dancers dances her way down the games aisle. No lie, I Wanna Be Down starts up from the little bluetooth speaker in her hands. It’s the captain, this nice dark skin girl with hair as straight as his mom’s and eyes that tell him she’s as done with everyone else as he is with this job. And he shouldn’t stare, but she glides through the aisle, like she knows exactly who she is and exactly what she wants out of the world. So he watches her with one of the stupid deflated basketballs gripped in his hands.
She stops at his booth. He might forget how to swallow. Might nod for no reason and try to smile.
“Uh, did you want to play?” he asks.
“That’s usually what people do when they walk up to a booth, right?” She sets the speaker down as a verse kicks in. He watches her read the sign — it’s three dollars for three shots, five dollars for six, and for ten dollars, she can just go ahead and take him for everything he’s worth. She reaches down her shirt and pulls out a five dollar bill. It shouldn’t be weird; he’s seen girls do it before, but she doesn’t even avert her gaze when she reaches in her bra for it. He’s probably reading too much into things. She’s not, she couldn’t be here for him.
He takes the money. Launches into the whole explanation. “Alright, you get six shots. Make three for a small toy. Trade three small toys for one big toy.”
She nods over his explanation. “Yeah, I get it. Shoot your shot.” She grabs the ball out his hands while his jaw basically drops onto the booth. And either her eyes are twinkling, or he’s malfunctioning.
“Y-yeah.”
She shoots really well, by the way. Sinks a basket like it’s actually not a rigged fair game. He scrambles to get the ball for her, and she sinks it again. And again.
“You’re really good at this,” he tells her.
“I play every year. It’s kind of a summer tradition.” She sets up her next shot. “I’m no Gladiator, but I can play a little.”
He barely swallows his groan. “So you do know who I am.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course I know who you are.” She shoots and sinks it again. “But don’t take it the wrong way. All my girls follow you on IG. They said, no way Micah West’s working here for fun. So they want to know, what’d you do?”
“What’d I do?” His neck strains when he repeats the question, like he’s simultaneously acknowledging and running from the words at the same time. Not like he can necessarily get far from them you know, they’re coming out of him, they’re addressed to him. It’s just… he doubts this cute girl even really cares that much. “So you can go tell everybody?”
She squares her hips and fully faces him. “I won’t tell if you don’t want me to.”
He doesn’t. He goes and gets the ball back for her. Holds it out even when she doesn’t reach for it. “Look, I’m just trying to blend in, have a chill Louisiana summer.”
“Says you.”
His chest puffs out a bit. “Yeah, says me.” She barely knows him, but she’s calling him a liar. He sets the ball on the booth. “I don’t have to tell you anything about me. Everybody thinks they’re entitled to everything just because we follow each other on social media, but my life is still mine.”
“Whoa.” Her hands fly up. “Easy. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Just ‘cause she didn’t mean anything doesn’t mean nothing happened. But he’s working, and she’s a paying customer, so “Whatever. You’ve still got two shots.” He steps back so he can grab the ball once she throws it. He can stand in the back of the booth until she’s done, then go about his life once she’s done bugging him for information. It was probably too much to hope that she’d want something real from him, you know?
She scoops up the ball. “I do follow you, but it’s not because you think you’re famous. It’s ‘cause everybody knows everybody down here.” She kneads it between her hands. “My step-dad Boogie’s always hanging out with your uncle, Hollywood. And your other uncle Ralph Angel. Miss Violet bakes a pie for the graduation raffle every year, so, I know all about your family out here. And I also know that you don’t just post pictures of your family because you love them so much. You don’t know anybody down here. I could fix that.”
He tells himself not to move. “What, with your girls?” He doesn’t need a new posse.
She catches his eye. “With me. But hey, if you’re not down, that’s fine. Life’s short, figured I’d say something.” She shoots again. It hits the backboard but still goes in. “One more shot.”
She says it like it’s a warning, or a promise, just for him. Like she’s not the one putting herself on the line right now. Like he’s the one about to risk it all. Though, isn’t he the one with the most to lose? He doesn’t have any friends at this summer program, and his family’s great, but his best friend right now is his aunt. Why not give this girl a chance? Why not open up a bit?
He scoops up the ball, tries swaying his way back over. “I figured you already shot yours.” The second he says it, it sounds dumb. And she barely stops herself from laughing in his face. But she does.
She says, “Your turn then.”
He grins, holds the hand that doesn’t have a basketball in it out to her. “Micah.”
She takes it and shakes it. “Keke. Or @keketwirl, since you know you wanna add me.”
He rolls his eyes, but he picks his phone up once they let go. Opens up IG to find her page. Notices instead that @novab has a new post on her story. He clicks it only to see himself and Keke not more than two minutes ago. He hits the message bar so fast. Types, This is why you can’t follow me. You’re such a creep!
Keke laughs though. “Who do you think gave me the five dollars?"
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a/n: what y’all think about this one? talk to me.
#micah west#keke (queen sugar)#keke x micah#queen sugar#queen sugar fanfic#mine#30 x 31#nova bordelon#micah x nova#qs: fics#keke raymond
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Stray Nerve (Stray Kids Edition) PT 1: Welcome to Nerve!
Group: Stray Kids feat: BLACKPINK, BTS
Paring: Lee Felix x Oc
Summary: Tired of feeling let out Luna decides to join Nerve. A truth or dare game minus the truth. “Watcher’s” Choose the “Player’s” dare but what happens when this game take a wrong turn?
A/N: Hey guy I’ve been meaning to do this story for a while now so tell me what you think. Should I add a second part?
Luna’s P.O.V
Placing my laptop on my desk. I opened it and signed in to my account. I clicked my itunes app and played some day6 music. After getting a song, I went to check my email. As I was looking I saw an email for this college that I applied to. It's a college I really wanted to go to. The only problem is, its really expensive. There was no way my dad could afford it.
Dear Luna, congratulations again! This is a reminder that your reply is due tomorrow. This could be the first day of the rest of your life. Click Accept and join the class of 2020!
Sincerely,
I went down to the reply button and started typing.
To whom it may concern, I regret to inform the admissions board that I must decline because I'm a spineless loser and I'm too scared to tell my father the truth ajdkajdkal;faldkadkfja;fjas;
I grunt in frustration and stop wrighting and looked at a picture of my family that I had on the right side of me. I then see a facebook notification on my screen from non other than Jeon Jungkook. You could say I had the longest crush on this dude. He's the captin of the football team and all so there's no way he'll ever go out with me.
I click on the notification and saw that he tagged me in a picture he uploaded a picture that I took of him, with the caption saying 'Let's go team!' 'Thanks for the awesome pic Lu.' I was debating or not if I should like the post. I mean I don't wanna seem creepy or anything. I was going to click it till one of my good friend Jennie tried facetimeing me. I chuckled and answer it.
"Good morning. What you doin? Besides stalking Jungkook of course." She smiles brightly at me. "I'm reading the news thank you very much." I obviously lied to her. "Oh, you're reading the news. You're such a good lire." Jennie saw right through me. I chuckled again. "Seriously, how do you know I'm stalking Jungkook?" I questioned her. I honestly don't know how she does it. Because, I know you very, very well. He's like your ultimate crush." She teases me.
"Oh, wait. Did you tell your dad about the school yet?" She asked me. I told her about the school and knowing how my dad couldn't afford it. "Yea, I told him. He's supper excited for me to move to a whole different city and go to an extreamly expenisve art school." I joked around but having a serious look. She looked supprised. "Really?" She asked dumbfounded. I shook my head. "No!" I told her. "No?" She replied. "No. I haven't found the right time yet." I explained as I went back to Jungkook's post.
Then my laptop beeps and Jennie sends me a message. "Oh! Nerve is starting. Sorry this is really important." She says all excited. I keep hearing about this game called 'Nerve' but no one told me what it was. "What's this 'Nerve' I keep hearing about?" I asked her clicking the link to it. "It's a game. Here just watch the video." She says. Once I clicked on the link a video popped up.
There was a black screen. Then this huge blue letters saying Nerve showed up. There was this bad techno music playing in the background. 'Welcome to Nerve. Nerve is a 24 hour game. Like truth or dare, minus the truth. Watcher's pay to watch. Player's play to win cash and glory. Are you a watcher or player? '
'It's cool right?" Jennie asked me. "This looks very sketchy. Is this legal?" I asked her not liking how this was going. "I don't know. Probably not. Just do it. Just sign up and watch. The time is clicking." She was presuring me to sign up. "Okay, signing up. Look this is me signing to Nerve." I told her I was faking once again.
"Lu! You have to sign up and watch me. It's very important that I have watchers." Jennie was really into this game. "Okay, I gotta go. My dad just got home. I'll sign up after breakfast. I promise." I told her that my dad was here and he's expecting me to be down stairs. "Thank you. I love you. I'll see you in a little bit." She says as she brushes her nose with her finger as I do to. Its. like our handshake.
-in the kitchen-
I was in the kitchen with my dad making some pancakes as he was sitting at the dinning table looking through the bills.
"I mean Jen hasn't gotten into any schools yet and she doesn't even care. " I was telling my dad about schools and stuff. "You know what? Jennie doesn't have. She has a trust fund. And you have something far more valuable than that." My dad started saying. Yea Jennie is much more richer than we are. So her parents could pay for any college she wants to go and she's not even taking it seriously. "Here we go." I sign knowing were he was going with this. "You have drive, you have focus. You have a scholarship to a local college." My dad rambles on how hard I've been working on school. That's the problem. I don't want to go to a local college I wanna go to university. "And even tho we can't pay for a dorm, you get to have your awesome cool dad with you." My dad starts to tease me.
"Actually, I um. I had kinda a cool Idea about that." I said as he gives me a look. I made my way over to the table. "What if we fix up JungHon's room and listed you on Airbnb or something. Maybe its finally time we start going through him and mom's stuff and maybe give it to goodwill? And I could give you some space?" I asked hoping he knows where I was coming from. He gave me this sad look. "I don't want space. I just want you." He said getting going to the fridge.
I sigh deeply. I knew it wasn't going to work. "Okay, I'm totaly down with commuting and I can get my reading done on the ferry." I gave in. "Yea? That will work right?" My dad asking me coming back with a drink in his hand. "Look, Lu. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best right now. It's just, it still hurts. I'm sorry." He rubs my arm and leaves the kitchen with a sad look.
I sigh and put my dishes on the sink. I walked into Junghon's room. All his things were still here. Like he'll be coming back but I know he won't. I saw a picture of me and him on his desk. I held it up and smile. This was when we were at Disney World. I was four and he was 9. I stroke the picture. "I miss you so much big bro." i said placing the picture back down.
I went back to my room to get my bag and camera for the big game today. Heading out the door I grabbed my bike and made my way down the stairs. I placed my earbuds in and played some music.
At school. The football team was getting ready and i was taking pictures of them. Okay, mostly I was taking pictures of Jungkook but hey I'm in the yearbook staff so I had too. As I was taking a picture I saw him make eye contact with me. I quickly took one more picture before going over to my other good friend Han Jisung.
"Hand me the zoom lens." I told him trying so hard not to blush. He handed me the lens. "Does it feel a little unbalanced if every single yearbook photo is of Jeon Jungkook?" He was teasing with me. I rolled my eyes. Yes, he also knows about my crush of him. "It's not my fault he's on the team." I jokily said switching my camera lens. He shook his head. The team was running to the field. And I tried to get other picture's of the team not just Jungkook.
The crowd was going wild for these boys. "Lisa! Lisa!" Jennie made her way over to us mostly Lisa. She gave her , her phone. I was taking random photo's of Jisung has he was making funny faces. I couldn't stop laughing every time he made a dumb face. "Remember, are you ready?" Jennie asked lisa as she nodded. "Your on." Lisa told her. "Hey watchers! Its Jen_96. I'm counting on you to get me to the final round. so don't let me down and I won't let you down. I promise." She gave a kiss to the camera and made her way over the the field since she is a cheerleader after all. She gave me our nose shake and it gave me a wired vibe. What she's going to do?
The cheerleaders did a dance. Jennie had her back turn and she crouch down and lifted up her skirt to reveal her whole naked ass. Everyone was Shocked. I lowered my camera down. Obviously the guys were whistling and other's where cheering. I can't believe she had the guts to do it. I turn to look at at Jisung as he was shocked as well. i showed him that I got a picture of it and he smiled.
What the hell was she thinking?
#stray kids#stray kids scenarios#bang chan#kim woojin#Lee Minho#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#kim Seungmin#yang jeongin#BTS#jeon jungkook#blackpink#stray kids felix scenarios
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ok so this is a guide on how to twitter rp i know there’s one or two out there but there still seems to be a lot of people asking how it works so i’mma make a hella detailed one with screen shots and everything !!! i hope this is good enough for yall and helps you in your future twitter rp endeavours !!! it’d be rad if you could give this a lil like or reblog too !!!
ok so to begin: you’ve found a lit twitter rp, you’ve sent in your app & you’ve been accepted. now what do you do ??? well, just like a regular tumblr rp, you make your account. but obviously, it’s a twitter acc. obviously if you’re reading this, you’ve never been in a twitter rp before but if you don’t even have a personal twitter, then you’ll need to sign up. if you click here, you’ll see the sign up page.
(fill in all your details and follow the instructions as you go along, i’m gonna skip this part because i already have many twitter accs and i doubt you’ll need help here because it’s pretty much like every other registration for social media)
moving on, so you have your account. click the little icon in top right corner, [click here to see an example] (if it’s a new account it’d be an egg not an icon), then click “settings”, right at the top of that page in front of your eyes, it should say “username” and then a space for you to enter your username. now, twitter asks you to think up a username when you sign up so if you thought of a @ name for your character then that you’re happy with then you can skip this part. if you wanna change it or you added some random @ as a placeholder while you got your account set up then continue reading...
USERNAMES:
this is kinda fun because you get to think of some wacky names of if you can’t think of anything you can go with the usual old tumblr style “jfcname.” but twitter rp is kinda memey and wildt so people go with things like “DAB4KiARA”, “KiARATHEFOOL”, “KiARA4PREZ”, “WET4KiARA”, “LETKiARALiVE”, “KiARATHESCAMMER” and so on and so forth. the username is usually in capital letters, except for the “i”, i still don’t understand why people do that lmao but i just roll with it. so anyway, you have your username -- it’s available, you’ve entered your password when prompted now go back to your profile.
ICONS & SCREEN NAMES:
basically the icons are the easy part, just go to tumblr and search your fc’s name and icons. so if i was playing a kendal jenner fc i’d search “kendall jenner icons” and i’d pick one i liked and set it as my icon.
click edit profile. (x)
then click “change your profile photo”. (x) click upload photo and then it’ll take you to your files where you can pick from the photo(s) you saved. resize it, click apply and you’re done with your icon.
now your screen name. (x) you can have your screen name as your character’s name if you want, however most people add a celebrity’s name or a tv/movie character’s name. maybe someone your character relates too or someone you love or someone your character loves. the possibilities are endless. my character’s screen name was peter pan because he rly loves disney movies.
BIO/HEADER:
in that little section for a bio you can write anything you want, but people usually add funny tweets from celebrities or the texts from last night twitter acc. (@TFLN) and for the header, this is quick and easy, normally people go two ways - making a funny popular meme their header or something aesthetic-y. just google “twitter headers” for an aesthetic-y header.
now you’re done setting up your account, so pull up the rp main and follow the twitter account -- and if anyone else has their account in, follow them too. only follow people the main is following, obviously.
INTERACTING:
ok so the rp has opened and the admins have given you and the others a little bit of time to plot beforehand. so compose a tweet, press “n” on the keyboard if you’re on a computer. if you’re talking ooc, make sure to add an “/” before you type away just so people know and get to introducing yourself/asking for plots: (x) ps. please don’t judge my lame, nerdy ass example ooc tweet :/
if you get a bunch of likes, dm them & if you get some dms, reply... duh. make sure you add “/” to tell people it’s ooc. in the ooc dms, people will take the time to tell each other about their characters and then you’ll maybe plot a connection out.
now here’s the fun part: the admin has now told everyone they can start tweeting in character, so go for it !!! the tl will be fast so make sure to tweet a lot but also reply to other people’s tweets. most people will start off with a “selfie” and the caption will probably be something from “texts from last night” but as the rp progresses they’ll use an indirect compliment from another character in the rp. speaking of selfies; make sure to rt and fave everyone’s -- it’s just common courtesy now !!!
dming in character has gotten a lot better because twitter took away the character limit, you can start a para and make it as long as you want because, like said, there’s no limit! go wildt !!! you’ll know someone is dming you in character because there won’t be a “/” beforehand. also, i think i mentioned this up there, but twitter rps are kinda memey so it’d be a good idea to save a bunch of memes for reaction pics etc. just don’t be too memey bc that’s kinda annoying lmao.
ETC;
so anyways that was long rip but i hope you have a better understanding of twitter rp now. click here to be redirected to a fcs for twitter rp masterlist. click here for tfln’s (text from last night) twitter acc.
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