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hoodeenie · 4 months
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🎊HAPPY belated NEW YEAR!!🎊
I know i’ve only been here for about a month but im looking forward to staying here for as long as im able to hehe🫶🫶
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 4 months
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hiiiii hiiii just wanted to let you know I've updated my freelancing page with a couple new services & updated rates!!! tried my best to keep this as affordable as possible while ensuring the rate is fair to me & also have a bargain option now to keep things accessible :)
Rachel now offers:
Discounted combo - Line & developmental edits (starting $120USD, short stories/chapters)
Bargain - Line & developmental edits ($40USD, short stories/chapters, max 1500 words)
Line edits ONLY (starting $90USD, short stories/chapters)
Developmental edits ONLY (starting $60USD, short stories/chapters)
First page edits ($15USD, short stories/chapters)
Poetry edits (starting $15USD)
gonna monitor to see how these new prices go but if you're looking for an editor I'd LOVEEE to help!! :))
Work with me as an editor!
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drawnaghht · 4 months
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RABBIT VS DRAGON 2024
a little new years doodle I've been thinking of doing since new years eve and realizing it's... dragon year right after rabbit year... perfectly matching my 2022 and 2023 cartoon obsessions haha 😂
anyway, these were fun, just a casual crossover! I'm now realizing these kinda look like fighter game screens a la tekken or mortal kombat lol!! hope yall like em too :)
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lilpuffyart · 4 months
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Ughhh last few days have been wiiiild /pos
Gonna take a shower, eat something and try to draw for a few hours <33
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jessamine-rose · 6 months
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/obey me! vent/
#jessamine rambles#before i start. pls keep in mind that this is fully subjective and could just be a 'me' problem. i just want to get this off my chest#ngl i've been contemplating on whether i want to stop playing obey me. both the og game and nightbringer#idk i've been playing the game since its first month and while it's given me a lot of joy + memories + chances to befriend other ppl. i'm#pretty burned out. not to mention TIRED of my consistent disappointment with the game#the main story.....where do i start?? i actually enjoyed s1-s3 despite my qualms with the fillers and pacing but s4 disappointed me. i was#rlly looking forward to simeon's storyline and the new characters but ultimately. the devs tried to squeeze too many things into one season#not to mention that there is a notable difference in how the characters are written. i.e. beel's hunger and asmo's beauty#being watered down to running gags instead of the complexities explored in the old dg stories and chara songs#gameplay-wise. i was there when the devs raised the rewards price of the event urs and removed the demon ssrs completely#but nightbringer was the last straw for me. the amount of time it takes to grind for two games. knowing that the og app has essentially bee#abandoned by the devs?? not to mention that while the plot is interesting. i haven't touched the main story ever since the coma arc#i will give credit to the devs for improving the event stories by choosing to focus on 1-2 demons. but it has always felt like a quantity >#quality situation. esp if i were to compare it to my other fandoms#it also doesn't help that i'm currently at a point of my life where i'm questioning if i could use my time on obm for better things#seeing how the game is giving me less reasons to believe it is worth my time#idk this may also be a short-term phase since i DID get back into twst after a long hiatus and i recently got into whb#which btw has felt like a breath of fresh air despite my frustrations with the bugs and current gacha#but yeahhhh........as much as i love the obm characters and fanfics. i'm just tired#at this point i feel like the only reason why i still play the game is due to the nostalgia and so i don't waste the years of grinding#aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#this is what i get for being the type of player who only plays a few games so they can rlly dedicate their time and passion to it#that's all
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wyrm-on-a-string · 4 months
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YEAH OF THE WYRM!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAHAHHH WOOO EYAHHH YAHOOO YEAHHH YEAHHHHHH WOOOO YEAHHHHH
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0liverartist · 4 months
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and with this post being shown, my 2023 is over. HAPPY NEW YEARS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO (Final sketch of 2023!!! YEAHHHHHH!!!!!
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Also finished the year by listening to viva la vida by Coldplay lmao
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lifestylevampire · 5 months
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a serial monogamist x a girl who's dated 2 people yeah thats a match made in heaven
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singsweetmelodies · 8 months
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Oh my God, I love that kiss fic already and now it's even harder to wait for the new chapter(s). I loooove that you love what you're writing, that's so important!!!!! Sending love your wayyyyy (and obvs don't feel pressured, pls) <33333
awwwww! anon, this is so sweet <3333 and i couldn't agree more!! it really is SO important to love what you're writing, because nothing burns you out faster than when you're not getting joy from writing, you know? thankfully, nothing gives me quite as much joy as these two french & french-adjacent fucks doing the nasty 🤭 what that says about ME and about my sanity, i have no idea, but at least it's fabulous for the writing 🤣❤️
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annieolpainting · 11 months
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Hello!!
this is my tumblr blog for in case i lose contact on twitter (since it's my only real social media account im active on skdjfhg)
you can otherwise find me through these spots!
carrd info
twitter
twitch
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kohamarsonist · 2 years
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pov: you've spent 3 months in southern europe after years of british vitamin D deficiency and you are so dense that it took putting your usual lipstick on and realising it doesn't suit your skin tone/shade anymore to freaking see that finally you have a tan
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shoutout to the last time i intensely and religiously cleaned the house bc my friends were coming over if only i could have that motivation now
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toxictac · 7 hours
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well it seems that the fallout show genually boosted all the fallout games player counts
on one hand thats awesome because people are getting to know fallout... on the other hand most of them are playing fallout 4 which just got the buggy update
hey at least i can cope a little mroe to think that might add something more substancial in a new update seeing the reception they are getting (even if they might take to long and do a skyrim again)
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lateseptemberdawn · 2 months
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I do not understand how this dude is supposed to be real AND have a voice like that AND be able to do all that with it like um sir birth certificate pls
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jankwritten · 5 months
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22 and 64?
hope you have a wonderful day <333
22. Big Stunna by Khantrast and Junoflo
I just like the music and pacing for this song, and how the lyrics sound. A lot of the times I listen to songs solely because of how they sound, and I don’t bother listening to the lyrics. It’s one of those songs that’s on my concentration playlists, like cleaning, writing, etc. because it’s GREAT background music.
64. BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY BY QUEEN
HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH YEAHHHHH I fucking love this song of COURSE I do. When I’ve had a particularly not fun day, it’s SUCH a good song to scream and yell to because that’s the energy it brings from you!! And the flow of the song itself then leads to me calming down - it slowing right at the end gives me time to breathe, etc., to recognize the end to my outburst. LOVE IT. I used to time this song perfectly with my drive home from college so it would end just as I was parking at my apartment. delightful memories.
ALSO THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY TODAY AS WELL!!!!
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eilidh-eternal · 4 months
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Captain Price smut? Yeahhhh, Captain Price smut.
Real estate agent reader who’s showing John Price flats in London, but the only thing he cares about are all the surfaces he can fuck you on.
18+ MDNI | f!reader | d/s dynamics | praise kink | oral f-receiving | unprotected P i V | creampie |
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“This unit is just under 100 square meters, but it has the open floor plan you requested, and the kitchen has recently been remodeled; all new cabinetry, appliances and gorgeous Calcutta marble countertops. It’s an entertainers dream.”
John won’t be doing much entertaining but he thinks you’re an exquisite show spread out on those countertops you love so much, skirt hiked up around your hips and lacy thong between his teeth as he nips and teases the sensitive juncture of your hip and thigh. The scrape of his beard against your thighs only causes you to spread them wider for him, already burning, and before you can protest—complain that you’d just bought those—he’s tearing the flimsy lace from your body and growling at the sight of your glistening cunt.
“Christ sweetheart, just look at ya. Been drippin’ since we walked through the door.”
The first card of his tongue through your folds is long and languid, and the way he moans at the first taste of you is something purely primal, born of raw desire and burning need. Hands made rough by years of hard work snake beneath your thighs, seeking purchase at your hips to knead at their plush and soft skin. He pins them to the counter when he dips into your entrance and you clench around him, a moan of his own echoing yours, vibrating against the throbbing bundle of nerves pressed against his nose.
You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle what would have been a scream when he takes your puffy clit between his teeth, flicks the tip of his tongue over it until your thighs are quivering against him. You could scream when he pulls away from you, leaves you dangling from that razor thin edge to pull himself up, to brace his arms on either side of your head and pull your hand away from your face.
“No more of that, doll. Need t’ hear ya. Gotta know how thin these walls are. Don’t want any neighbors reporting us for violating the noise ordinance.” With his orders given he returns to his position between your thighs, not wasting a moment as he hooks his arms under you and drags you to the very edge of the counter to throw your legs over his shoulders and continue with his meal.
You grip the edge of the counter with such force you worry it might crack, that it might crumble in your hands just as you are in his. Every searing pass of his tongue, nip of his teeth and bristle of his beard coaxes you back towards that ledge, and every moan and gasp you give him is rewarded with a growl that reverberates from his chest and straight to your clit, sending hot sparks of pleasure licking on your arching spine.
Watching you unravel before him is John’s second favorite part of the tour, tasting your spilled essence as you writhe and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum on his tongue. Second only to the way you feel wrapped around him, the way your brows slope upwards and your mouth makes that perfect little ‘o’ when he sheathes himself to the hilt inside you.
“F-fuck, ‘s too much… I can’t-”
“You can,” he grunts with a pointed thrust, and you whine at the fullness, the stretch of his thick cock and the press of the flared tip against your cervix. “You can take it, honey. Just keep those pretty eyes on me yeah?” You focus on his face, concentrate on the lines between his brows. “Good girl.”
He sets a steady pace, one hand pressing your knee up beside your face and with the other he braces himself on the counter, bent over you to watch your eyes flutter with every drag of his cock in and out of you.
“Fuck sweetheart… ya feel fuckin’ perfect. ‘S like you were made for my cock.” It’s too much, too intense staring up into the swirling depths of ocean blue eyes when he says things like that, and you look away before you drown in them and all of his pretty words.
But John is like a rip tide; calm and collected on the surface, but swift and brutal below. He halts his movements abruptly, grips your face, thumb and forefinger pressing into your cheeks, and forces your gaze back to his. “Did I say you could look away?” A beat of silence and he cocks an impatient brow.
“No…” you squeak.
“What were my instructions?”
“Eyes on you.” It’s less whiny but it still comes out small and breathy.
“That’s right, eyes on me. Gotta be able to see ya so I can take care of ya. Gotta know it feels good, that I’m not hurtin’ ya. Understand?” You nod weakly, but his brows remain furrowed, mouth set in a hard line, and he doesn’t move.
“Y-yes sir.”
“Good girl,” he hums in approval and removes his hand from your face, drags it down the length of your body as his hips begin to roll forward again, following the valley of your breasts down to your navel, your messily bunched up skirt, and presses his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles around it. It doesn’t take long for him to find his rhythm again, faster this time, each stroke pushing him further and further towards that simmering pool of pleasure as your silken walls begin to flutter around him.
You can feel your own orgasm building, the velvety head of his cock brushing against pleasure centers deep inside of you and his thumb working your clit to fan the flames of your lust and desire into a blazing inferno. Hot tendrils of pleasure lick up your spine, arching you into him and rocking your hips against his as you mewl and whine, desperate for your release and to ease the growing heat within your veins.
“Close… fuck, I’m close-” you can barely manage, and he shushes you sweetly.
“I know sweetheart, can feel ya- fuck… clenching around me,” he says between panting breaths. “Wanna feel ya… milkin’ me. Be a good girl… and cum for me.”
He’s relentless in his mission to see you, to feel you, cumming on his cock, hips slamming into yours at a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with each of your breathy moans in the sweetest symphony he’s ever heard. And it’s hard, so, so hard to keep your eyes open, to keep them trained on him when he’s fucking you like a man utterly consumed by the desire to see you shatter beneath him.
You don’t hold back, don’t bother trying to quiet the scream that rips from your throat when he sends you careening over that edge, falling, falling, falling into a warm, blissful oblivion. Every muscle in your abdomen pulls taught, pussy clamping down on him as your orgasm tears through you like a wildfire through a parched forest, and he chases his own release with the same rabid intensity, grunting and panting above you with wild thrusts of his hips. A raging storm of intensity that finally breaks when his balls tighten and he spills inside of you, hips stuttering with a guttural moan that rumbles like thunder in his chest.
You stay like that for a long moment, your arms limp beside you, legs quivering against cool marble with his face tucked into the side of your neck and breathing raggedly. When he finally withdraws you whimper at the loss of him, the absence of his warmth and the fullness he gave now leaves you empty and leaking your combined essence, dripping down your thighs onto the obscenely expensive counter. You open your mouth to say something, try to move back to your feet before you make a further mess, but he silences you with his tongue, lapping at your entrance to taste both of you, and the only sound that comes out is an overstimulated whine.
“I know, I know…” he murmurs into your dripping cunt. “But we’ve gotta get ya cleaned up.”
You. Not the counters—you.
When he finally deems you ‘clean’ enough, he helps you down from the counter, makes sure you’re steady on your feet before you even try putting those ridiculous heels back on. And when you leave he tucks the ruined lace of your underwear into his pocket and guides you out of the flat with a firm hand on the small of your back, all the way to your car, and insists on opening the door for you.
Before you can seat yourself he tightens his hold on you and drops down to place a kiss on your cheek, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “I’ll see you next week for that showing, sweetheart. Be good for me until then.”
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