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peachypinkygloss · 9 months

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congrats on your milestone!!! 🥳🥳💕💕💕💕 ur writing is amazing !! can i request nerd jk X popular reader and a spitting kink 🫣 TYSMMM MUAH

thank you for the request love!! 🫶🏻 (dw I saw your other ask 😉)

you like that?

You didn't think the nerdy boy in your class was a master at eating pussy.

pairing: nerd!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: university au, fwb au, smut

warnings: jk god of sex??, unprotected oral sex, cunnilingus, spit kink, cum eating, 600 words.

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"Yeah? You like that?" Jungkook teases, peering up at you from between your legs. He spits again on your pussy, watching the globe of spit dripping down on your lips.

"Yeah," you breathe out, chest heaving rapidly. You throw your arm over your forehead, lazy eyes looking at his tattooed fingers playing with your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit.

You can't believe the nerdy boy from your photography class is an absolute monster in bed. Monster in every sense of it; a big dick that you can't even fit your whole palm around, a never ending libido that always leads you to have multiple orgasms in one night and a god of cunnilingus that has your clit literally aching.

You don't complain, though. Asking for his help was surely the best decision you've made in your years of university.

He replaces his fingers with his mouth and your eyes roll back in your skull, your hands instantly flying to his hair. "Fuck, Kookie," you moan out, wrapping your legs around his shoulders instinctively.

He passes his arms around your thighs, his big hands holding your hips tightly, refusing to let you go. You let out sweet sounds out of your mouth that grace Jungkook's ears, letting him know that he makes you feel really good.

You don't have to force any moan, he's the one who forces them out of you. You pull on his black hair, making him groan against your pussy, the pain encouraging him to eat you out like you're his last meal.

You sometimes feel the cool silver of his lip piercings on your burning skin, reminding you how little you used to know about him, how you thought he was just an innocent and smart guy. He's still smart, but no more innocent. He's the opposite of innocent.

"Please, just-... oh, god," you mumble, completely wrecked by Jungkook's lips sucking on your bud of nerves. You want to cum so bad, but how can you tell him when you can't even align two words?

He chuckles, drawing circles on your clit with his fingers instead so he can talk to you. "What did you say, baby?" He grins and you hate when he makes fun of you when he's literally the reason why you can't think straight right now.

You whine, feeling yourself getting frustrated. "Please, Jungkook," you beg again, but he still pretends he doesn't understand.

"Please what? Use your big girl words," he says, the usual lopsided smile gracing his lips now coated in your juices.

"Want to cum!" You finally exclaim, pushing his head toward your aching pussy.

He laughs before complying, back at sucking your swollen clit. You breathe out a little 'yes', closing your eyes to enjoy yourself completely.

He brings you close to your orgasm quickly, holding the back of your thighs to keep them apart. You shove Jungkook's face onto your cunt, so desperate and greedy to reach your high.

When you feel that burning sensation at the pit of your stomach, you know you're about to cum and that's what happens as Jungkook sucks avidly on your poor clit.

Your thighs shake beside his head and you moan out loudly, eyes watering at how pleasuring this feels. You close your legs around him, bucking your hips upward, driving off your high.

After your orgasm, he comes up to you and kisses your lips, your taste still lingering on them. "What do we say?" He smugly smiles, hands placed on your hips.

You roll your eyes playfully, smiling in return. "Thank you."

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 days

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hello! I am the person who requested that reader with a cat who likes the boys a lot if u remember that request.

may I request (if ur not uncomfortable with it) some period comfort with an afab!reader (they/them pls) just taking care and helping reader with their period? if it's not too much can u also include reader sleeping a lot and craving lots of food (typical ik) and how reader just gets mad rlly easily.

characters: bi-han, syzoth, shang tsung, kenshi, raiden and liu kang

thank u and have a good day :) (smiling through the pain)

author note: I'm super late, but I suppose it's better than never. Hope you'll like these! Link to the cat post

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…He can smell when you are on your period. -Actually Kenshi can even tell when it is coming so he is always ready with food when it finally comes. -He tries to keep your pelvis warm and treat you softly since your body gets sore way more easily. -Kenshi goes a bit insane when you're ovulating, so now he is more calm and soft. -He'll try to make your mean comments slide, but it is hard for him, so it's better not to exaggerate, or Kenshi will snap back.

Raiden: -Really sweet and understand your needs. -But Raiden won't be a sticky boyfriend. He has work to do and won't take a day off. -When he finally understands how this period works for you, he will be prepared for the next one. -Your fave food? Check. Warm beverages? Check. Cover and 3 different kinds of movies to match your current mood? Check. -When Raiden gets home tho he is all for you. He likes to put you in his arms and draw circles on your hand, waiting for you to fall asleep on his chest. -Mean words are nothing to him. A king of taking the hit and making it slide off him.

Liu Kang: -"You bastard! Couldn't you erase menstruation while creating this world?" You whine into his arms, cramps making you curl in his body.

"Would you rather lay eggs, dear one?" Liu Kang replies, with a smile on his face, forefinger lifting your chin up to make you look into his brilliant eyes.

"You are just a meanie." You snap back, pushing his face away from yours, making a laughter blossom in his throat. -He tries not to make you eat too much junk food, but he'll back off when you look at him with fury in your eyes. -His body is better than any cover.

Bi-Han: -I'm sorry, but he would be pretty cold. -He was raised in a way that even if you were dying, you should take care of yourself without the help of anybody, so at max, he'll send your way a doctor. -Bi-Han has to work A LOT on being a normal human. He really doesn't know how to work around normal feelings that are outside his field of work. -And the future grandmaster lessons he has been given as a kid never focused on helping his partner out. It is already much that he decided who to be with. -Bi-Han probably knows very little about how menstruation works, mostly because they taught him not to care about other people and just think about how to be the perfect Lin Kuei's leader. -First work on making him act as a decent human, then Bi-Han will even make you a special tea to make your cramps less painful. -And if you look particularly pitiful he may snuck junk food too…

Syzoth: -The first time he saw you losing blood, he panicked because "Why are you losing blood?!?!" -After you explain how things work, Syzoth will let out a breath of relief. -Surprisingly, he understands pretty well that losing blood is a pain, so he doesn't mind following your order like a butler. -Syzoth is gonna snuggle under the covers with you, btw. -Not used to you being mean tho, even if he understands you aren't fine, he still takes those words personally.

Shang Tsung: -Actually, he'd make a potion to make your cramps fade. -But he doesn't do anything for nothing…are you ready to try his next experiments? Maybe the potion isn't as safe as he says. -Shang Tsung satisfies your cravings, but don't nag too much, or he'll get annoyed. -Also, don't be mean, or he will snap back, then you'll start to cry, and actually Shang Tsung has a weakness: your tears. Then he'll have to try to make you stop, but sadly, another mean word slips…it's an endless cycle that makes him think just "Hope this will end soon."

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immortalmsmoon · 2 months

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Naruto General Headcanons

A/N: i have quite a bit of requests but i have no motivation to write person 5 I'm so sorryyyyy it might be a while before i post them. if you have any other requests though please make sure to send something in!

Cast Line Up- Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi

Naruto~

This kid has SO MUCH energy, but at a certain point in the evening he crashes so hard. Like you cannot get him to do ANYTHING because he's half asleep.

Has broken his arm twice. The first time when he was like 6 he fell off a tree while he was climbing it. The second time he was splashing paint on the great faces and as he was coming down he hit his hand on the ground too hard.

When he can’t sleep he sits on the roof of his apartment complex and stays there for a while, usually until the sun rises.

Likes to paint his nails frequently, usually bright colours, a big fan of bright oranges and greens.

Never has chapped lips. No matter how dry out it is he just never gets them.

After the chunin exams he holds a deep adoration for Neji, because he was able to change his point of view and become better and stronger, and Naruto finds it really impressive.

Sasuke~

Likes to draw, while he was in the academy he often found himself doodling on his work. If someone ever approached him about it he would deny them and tell them they were seeing things.

Sometimes when he feels really alone, he likes to turn on his TV for background noise and deep cleans/rearranges his bedroom. He does this usually once a month.

Can play guitar, and does sometimes. It reminds him a lot of his family, specifically Itachi, so he usually keeps it locked in the back of his closet.

A very avid reader. Has tons and tons of books.

Loves to stargaze. Spends a lot of nights, especially rough ones when he feels alone, watching the stars, usually in a tree or clearing.

After he left the village, for the first few months he actually missed being there, and missed Naruto and Sakura’s theatrics. He got over himself pretty quickly though.

Sakura~

VERY good at makeup, but because she's a ninja she rarely gets a chance to do it, because she usually sweats it off.

Used to wish her hair was blonde because Ino has blonde hair, and she was incredibly popular.

Very very flexible.

Also has a very large sweet tooth, and will take most sweet food over savoury or sour food. Can also handle spice VERY well.

Her legs are stronger than her arms, and she tends to use them more in training and combat. One of her favourite people to train with is Tenten.

Kakashi~

Hates ramen. Cannot stand it. It's been like that since he was a kid, and honestly he's not sure why, he just really cannot stand it.

Has very nice hands. They are usually fairly soft because he hates how his hands feel when they're dry.

Once tried to read a book that wasn’t Make Out Paradise and couldn’t even get past the second chapter.

Very lazy. His ideal day is staying inside his house in a comfy robe and soft slippers reading the day away.

Insomniac, and very good at hiding it. His bags aren’t obvious, and if they are he covers them up with makeup.

Hates being fussed over, but secretly likes to fuss over other people. He can’t really help it, he’s just lost so many people that he has to fuss over the people he loves.

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glitchtricks94 · 11 months

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Bondage Blurbs: Demon Slayer Edition

Shinazugawa Sanemi, Rengoku Kyojuro x AFAB!Reader

I hath fallen back into Demon Slayer thanks to @nymphoheretic's works on the Hantengu Clones, so I feel like I should return the favor and see just what my writing muscles can do for writing characters I adore and have a love hate relationship with. Take a guess who has the pure adoration. First off, lots of flash here, this is an 18+ post. I repeat, this is an 18+ post, so, below the keep reading line is adult content. And I even added the fancy border for this because I'm not kidding. Reader discretion is advised. With all that said, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Kyojuro adores tying his beloved flame up, wrapping them like a present for him to enjoy undoing over and over again, so one could only imagine the Flame Hashira's delight when you told him you enjoyed bondage. He swears he's not smiled so bright in ages!

Carefully weaving the red ribbon and golden ropes over your body, Kyojuro can't help the warm smile and soft praises that spilled from his lips as his fiery eyes trailed over you while his calloused hands worked away.

He gently laid the robes over your chest, squeezing your skin pleasantly, as if he imbued the material with his love for you, the ribbon's cool fabric being wrapped over your nipples and rubbing them gently, sending shivers up your spine. He trailed to rope and ribbons in such a way that held you in place in a mating press, arms firmly laced behind your back, leaving you bare to him. Kyojuro admired his handiwork, his gaze trailing over you with a pleased glimmer in his eyes. The way everything squeezed your pretty curves, your saccharine sweet smile on your flushed face, you looked like the greatest present the man has ever received in his entire life.

"You looks glorious, firefly." He cooed, leaning down to start lavishing your body with kisses. "Thank you for letting me do this to you, you have no idea how much this means to me." He added, beginning to discard his own clothes, revealing more skin to you. "Anything for you, Kyo. I like being tied up like this, I feel safe." You replied, ever so sweetly, making your beloved's chest swell with joy and adoration. "That will always, always be my goal, my love." Kyojuro replied, looking at you tenderly as he placed his hand over his heart. For as loud a man he was, you always seemed to quell even the most deafening yells that emit from his chest. He almost felt as though you would vanish if he was too loud during these intimate moments. "You always succeed, darling." You replied, letting out a satisfied hum as he pressed his lips to yours tenderly, eyes closing to taste the sweetness that always seemed to cling to his lips. Raising to his full height on his knees again, Kyojuro continued to discard his clothing, all up until you were greeted with the luscious sight of his large, muscular frame and erect cock. You couldn't stop eying him while biting your lips. He appreciated that side of you; you never were ashamed to look at him during moments like these. Leaning back over you, Kyojuro braced himself on his elbows and kissed you once more, perfectly slotting himself between your legs, which, as he had calculated, rested comfortable on his broad shoulders as he lined himself up with your dripping sex. Pulling away again, he looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes lidded. "Are you ready for me, firefly?"

Sanemi was never really one for bondage, if anything, he was more for vanilla sex, just using his body to make you lose any ability to think from how many orgasms he draws out of you. It's a bit of a pride thing, and frankly he just gets pissed, like, why would you want toys or anything like that, is he not enough? You weren't saying that when you came on his fingers this morning, so why the hell are you bringing up bondage? Despite his initial anger though, Sanemi still loves you, and will, begrudgingly, hear you out on your request to be tied up. He tilted his head and narrowed his lilac eyes before a smirk emerged across his scarred face. "Alright, but I'll be doin' what I want during it, got that?" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course, 'Nemi, whatever you want." Oh dear, you are lowkey regretting that now. You gagged again as Sanemi thrusted his cock down your throat again, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he let out a growl, his teeth clenched at how great your tight mouth felt around him. Sanemi certainly fulfilled your wish of being tied up, and he even got a little artsy with it, which surprised you, really! You thought he'd just take one of his belts or one of your obis and tie up your wrist. Your eyes widened when you saw the thin, white braided ropes he had picked out. "Are you just gonna stare at them, or were you just trying to piss me off earlier?" He huffed, glaring at how you were eying the ropes as f he had just performed an act of necromancy. "No, no, not at all! I thought you were going to...actually take this seriously, you hate stuff like this..." "I'm doing this for you, okay? And if we're gonna actually go through with this shit, we're gonna do it right." Sanemi muttered, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Just like that, you remembered why you fell in love with this man all over again. With that, a kiss was shared, you stripped yourself and allowed your boyfriend to get to work. He wove a complicated diamond pattern all across your skin, making sure to squeeze your breasts with the material with some smaller patterns on the skin there, the ropes rubbing against your nipples pleasantly. He had no intention of sinking into your pussy like this though, so he ensured to tie a sizable knot right over your clit so that you still got pleasure while he yanked you around. No one could say that Sanemi didn't think of you. Well, the could, but you'd punch them in the throat as a result. You were yanked back from your thoughts by the sound of one of Sanemi's groans, a telltale sign he was about to cum. He pulled you off his cock at the last second, cutting off his own orgasm, the man looking down at you with gritted teeth and drool streaming down one side of his mouth, his pupils blown. You gazed up at him in a haze, a moan soon being ripped from you as he yanked on the binding in the center of your chest, the knot tied over your clit moving. Sanemi yanked you up and down, making bounce on your knees and stimulating you with just that rope, whines and whimpers belonging to you filling the room; music to his ears as he began to smile evilly at how your slowly unraveled under those damned ropes you begged him for. "Consider this a punishment, princess. You're gonna be cumming on this stupid rope until I decide you've earned my cock back. Let's see how long you last until you realize that I'm better than any fuckin' toy you could ever dare think of."

#kyojuro x reader #kyojuro smut #rengoku kyojuro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi x reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny smut #kny sanemi #kny rengoku #kny reader insert #glitchwrites.notepad

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jeannineee · 9 months

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Umbra et Ventus (Ⅲ)

Azriel x Reader

a/n: part 1 here. part 2 found here.

warnings: canon-typical themes, allusions to PTSD. Descriptions of blood, gore, violence. Reader was enslaved on the Continent, so there’ll be some description of that in this part.

requests are open, for headcanons or short blurbs/drabbles! Love you guys!!

“Focus, girl,” Amren hissed at you for the hundredth time. Part of you wished that your so-called power actually existed, if only to throw her ass over the nearest cliff.

The two of you had been at it all morning. You sat on the hardwood floor in the living room of the House of Wind. Amren stood across from you, repeating the same words: Focus. Breathe. Feel.

So you tried. You remained on your knees, palms upturned, eyes shut. You centered yourself, breathing slowly, steadily. Each attempt led you to a desolate part of yourself. A hollow space in your soul, long since forgotten.

And in that space, there was a kernel. A small, silvery flicker. But each time you reached for it, it strayed further. Just out of reach.

Scowling, you stood, bracing your hands on your hips. “What is the point of this?” You said to Amren. “You’ve known me for all of three days. You are second in command of the Night Court, and I am a nobody refugee. What is the point? Why me?”

Amren stared at first. Her gaze was almost terrifying, but you did not balk. Did not waver as you asked again, “What is the point?”

“The point, girl,” Amren began as she stood in front of you. “Is that your power is unlike anything I have sensed in my fifteen thousand years.”

You had to fight the urge to let your jaw drop to the ground. Fifteen thousand years.

Amren continued, “And I do not think it is mere coincidence that emissaries from the Continent show up, requesting the refugees be returned to them only days after you show up in Velaris.”

‘Them.’ Their masters. Their owners.

Your heart fell to your stomach. How had you not heard about this? You’d been in Velaris for almost two months, and yet—Madja. She’d kept this from you. To keep you from breaking any further.

You had the vague sense that Amren was speaking to you. But you couldn’t hear. Couldn’t think beyond the roaring in your head. Hundreds of half-fae and humans alike have sought refuge in Velaris. They fought and bled for their freedom, only for it to potentially be stripped away again?

Images flooded your mind, from your time spent in the slave camps of Vallahan. Half-fae and humans of all ages, broken and abused. The Overseers; faces full of wrath and disgust and hatred.

Your ears rang with the cracking of whips. The screams of the dying. Your own screams, as you were chained to that post and beaten and—

“Y/n.”

You remembered the smell of blood. The smell of rotting flesh, as your dead kin laid in the sun for days before being put into unmarked graves.

“Y/n.”

You snapped back into reality, knees almost buckling at what you saw. The room looked as though someone had ripped it apart. Now-tattered books, strewn across the floor, wooden shelves and tables in splinters.

Amren, who you were almost certain never showed any surprise, was wide-eyed as she observed you. Upon meeting your eyes, she said, “That’s one way to do it.”

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Wind and lightning. Though you saw none of it, felt none of it. But Amren swore it surrounded you in those moments, as your mind took you to places you never wanted to be again.

Sometimes, emotion can drive one’s power, Amren had said. We’ll learn to draw it out without it.

When you demanded an explanation as to what Rhysand and his Inner Circle planned on doing in regards to the emissaries from the Continent, Amren merely invited you to the next meeting. Which wouldn’t be for another week.

In the hours after you left, you’d tried over and over again to summon your power. You failed, miserably. So, you spent the rest of your evening at the Infirmary.

At least you were good for something.

Madja left you to your own devices, allowing you to tend to several patients—faerie and human alike; most of whom needed minor fixes. Fevers, muscle pain, nausea.

You worked and worked until the events of that morning were an afterthought. Until all you had to worry about was tending to each patient, and their needs.

Just one more patient for the evening, and then you could—

“Hello,” the spymaster of the Night Court greeted with a smile. He looked tired, more than what he usually seemed. Exhausted, even.

“Azriel. Are you alright?” You internally scolded yourself as the question came out. Obviously he wasn’t, if he was at the Infirmary.

Azriel smiled again. “I’m fine. I’ve been having headaches.”

“For how long?”

Azriel chuckled. “Centuries.”

“And you’re just now choosing to be treated for them?”

“They were manageable, before.”

“How long ago did they begin worsening?”

“About two months ago.” Azriel explained everything to you: the frequency of the headaches, the location, pain levels.

You left for a few minutes, returning a small tin. Azriel quirked a brow as you handed it to him, before opening it, revealing the salve inside. “This is supposed to help?” He sounded skeptical.

“Yes. It has peppermint and rosemary; both are effective at alleviating headaches.”

Azriel still didn’t seem convinced.

“Here, let me…” You dipped two fingers into the salve. Without thinking, you began gently rubbing it into his temples.

Azriel stiffened at first, but relaxed within seconds. A small sound came out of him, almost a purr. You smiled to yourself, continuing to apply the salve. “You’ll do this every morning and night, just for a few minutes.”

Azriel nodded in response. He looked almost offended as you pulled away, as though he wanted you to keep going. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“You might also consider getting enough sleep. Lack of rest will absolutely trigger headaches,” you said.

A smirk from Azriel. “How would you know if I get enough sleep?”

You smiled. “Takes one to know one.”

Azriel’s hazel eyes raked over your form. Something buried within you sang at the gesture, but you shoved it away, clearing your throat. “Is there anything else?”

“I don’t think so,” he replied, before standing.

Mother above, did he tower over you. He stood less than a foot away, now. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes.

“Amren said you put on quite the show this morning,” Azriel said, his voice a bit lower than before.

“Did she?”

Azriel hummed. “The living room was no longer livable, when I arrived home this afternoon.”

Your face flushed. Azriel’s amusement increased at the sight of it. “It’s alright,” he said with a chuckle. “Amren and Cassian have torn apart entire buildings over mild disputes. You’ll fit right in.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but stopped short as one of Azriel’s shadows snaked up your arm, twirling around your hair; a gentle caress.

It was Azriel’s turn to flush. “I’m sorry.”

You grinned. “No need to apologize. I think they like me.”

Azriel studied you, the smallest smile gracing his lips. “Most people fear them.”

“There’s nothing to fear about them,” you replied simply. “They’re apart of you.”

“They are. Always will be.” The shadows slithered away, returning behind his shoulders. Azriel bowed his head in thanks. “Thank you for the salve.”

Azriel left before you could say anything more.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #Azriel #shadowsinger #spymaster #acosf #acowar #acofas

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iuciferic · 2 months

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I usually don’t make text posts on tumblr because I use this site as an archive for the artwork I post online and I think keeping boundaries online is good. But it’s way too long for Twitter and I’m thanking people who use tumblr in it. But I’ve been self reflecting. Well actually, I’ve been reading the work of Nagata Kabi so it inspired me to write this. This is NOT a negative post btw.

TLDR: if I don’t believe in myself, I gotta believe in the people who believe in me

So. I’m my biggest critic, constantly annoyed at how slow my skills progress, unable to see the good or a single quality in it, basically just posting it the same way you’d hand over a test you clearly failed but at least you tried. Well, today I was scrolling my own blog and scrutinizing my own work. But in between all the work there were all those asks from people who made the step forward to come and express what they think about it. Usually when this happens I brush it off as “oh well, they’re just trying to be nice. I will thank them because I appreciate their kindness in trying to make me feel better”. But if it was the case, they’d probably just leave a like or, they don’t know me so they’d probably just ignore it. I kept reading everyone’s asks inbetween criticizing myself and it made me realize, while criticizing myself is GOOD (it means I see my past mistakes and I’m one step closer to improving), I focus too much on the negative. Some asks were pointing things I never notice about my own work. I think it’s like our own appearance. Many of us will think it’s nothing special but other people will like it. Actually this might be a bad analogy.

I wanted to thank each person (who was off anon so I could directly message them) individually but I’m actually a very shy person and I felt embarrassed like “hey, uhh, yeah that asks you probably don’t remember you sent? I read it 2 months later again and I’d like to thank you again”. I assume replying to old stuff is universally seen as weird by other people. The people might be weirded out. But in case any of you read it (anon or not, know that I am really thankful for everything and it’s thanks to you that I’m having this surge of happiness right now).

This triggered a lot of memories. Back in October, when I was drawing a lot of armored core stuff, I got an email in Japanese. At first I thought it was some google translated bot but, it was actually proper Japanese (if easy to make the difference, even if your level is low). The person was complimenting my armored core stuff and later they actually revealed themselves on twitter. It made my week to know that someone would write such a long email just because they saw what was to me a picture online I just felt “meh” about, saying that they wanted to learn to draw now. (The email was very long, I can’t just dismiss someone writing all that)

Also since I was laid off from my studio job last year, I still received freelance work doing concepts and IU for smaller games (and was even requested to do more work for the previously mentioned studio) and was able to live comfortably thanks to that. But to me it was nothing, like I refused to acknowledge my own achievements. I mean everyone has a job. Why would I congratulate myself? Because you’re doing the job you’ve always dreamed of. Yeah, it’s not a in-house permanent contract, sure I’m not working on AAA, but freelance work is still work and small indie games are often the ones doing unique and interesting things. Plus it’s not the 90’s anymore where you could have a part time job on something that would become a cult classic. The joy I felt the first time I’ve seen my name in the credits roll of a game felt like a victory after a long battle. So yeah.

I still DO need to improve drastically if I want to grow as an artist and get hired on bigger projects and have the career I dream of. (I also need to keep studying for my N2 haha). But I’m happy of what I’ve achieved so far and I’m thankful from the bottom of my heart for the people who voiced themselves to remind me to stop looking at a small detail instead of the bigger picture. We’re all works-In-progress so even if we’ve been shitters so far, doesn’t meant it’s over and we can’t get better. Also I’m conscious I’m lucky enough to have people voicing their feedback, while smaller artists don’t. If anyone has ever complimented your artwork, I would advise to read what they said again.

Also I’ve been contracted to do creature/monster design on a console game starting next week so I’m going to go and beat FF7 Rebirth in 4 days before I’m unable to play it for the rest of the month. 🫡

#this felt therapeutic to write #Kyou.txt #humans are hard to draw - machine and monsters better

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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10 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🌱

I assume I'm not, it appears to just be a chest cold 😞

<XD I've heard of whiteboard yeah. But I've never used it. I can just imagine people popping in just to scribble all over everyone else's work. I'll think I'll stick to solo drawing for now-

(Post in question)

XDD Sylvester has a tendency to be rather cursed-

@minnesotamedic186

I don't see why not! :}

(Post in question)

Indeed it is! I made a post talking about his backstory but I can't access my archive atm so I'll do a quick recap-

I don't actually know anything about madness combat. Some friends of mine were really into it and made a bunch of OCs and I wanted to be cool like them 🥺 so I made my own madness OCs based on what little knowledge I had.

His name is Casey. And he lived out in the middle of nowhere Nevada with two of his best friends in this giant armored truck that they built.

At some point they were caught in a burning building disaster, some bandits stole the truck and Casey's friends died in the fire. He wandered the wasteland alone for a few years.. before eventually stumbling upon the bandits camp.

He stormed into the camp and killed everyone, unfortunately his truck was nowhere to be found. He did however find this little girl that had been captured and tied to a tree.

Him and "Stefany" then traveled together for a few years before meeting a scientist named Eric. He had gotten separated from his group and was stranded. I had this idea that the people from the wasteland hate scientists. But Eric begged for help. They made a deal that if they brought this guy back to his lab, that he would give them this valuable thing from the lab. He agreed.

Eric didn't intend to keep his side of the deal. But after a few weeks of traveling together and bonding.. when they got to the lab he stole the thing and gave it to Casey. Getting himself booted off the lab team in the process.

So now the three of them travel together. Eventually Casey gets hurt really bad and the group has to camp out for a bit. While Stef was out looking for food, she saw Casey's truck in the distance. She went and hijacked it, kicking out the two bandits that were in it.

She drove it back to the camp but the bandits followed. There was a stand off between the bandits and Casey. When suddenly..

"..Casey? Is that you?"

The two bandits were Casey's friends he thought he'd lost. There's this tearful reunion, a lot of story telling and explanations.. and now they travel together as a family :)

Oh yeah and at some point Stef gets a (probably) rabid raccoon named kitty, even though there aren't animals in madness combat..? Apparently?? Idk I had barely any world knowledge when I made these characters <XDD

But now that I'm thinking about them.. I should draw them again some time.. 🤔 anyways, thank you for the interest and for the ask! It means a lot to me :}}

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That's how I'd start probably. Then they'd build sandcastles, dig giant holes for no reason and play in the sea! :}

@couchwow

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests. :/ and considering my state, it's especially something I will not do upon request..

And what are you doing askin me to draw? 🤣 I've seen your work, you're quite the artist yourself! Why not draw it yourself? I know it'd come out great! :D (genuinely)

@astaherussy

I don't think much surprises the Mario Bros anymore. 😅 If they saw a crew of talking pirate cookies they'd just think "well this might as well be happening."

As for a bully on the ship, the crew would not tolerate any of that behavior towards Red. They'd shut that down real quick. ❌

@fallingbones

:DDD Thank you so much!! :}}}

@glitchhayden418

Jimmy's doin fine. And I'll draw what ever I WANT when I finally get over this, thank you very much! >:T ☝️☝️thank you tho :}}

#my response #cookie run #cookie run ocs #my ocs #cookie run Kingdom #super mario bros #haunter #sylveon #madness combat

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Hi again!

So, how would the Sinclair brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz react to s/o giving crow gifts like bottle caps and cool looking rocks? (they/them pronouns, please)

You can also use other slashers for this, too!

Hi again! Thanks for another request!!

They/them pronouns, sfw and Request open!

Slashers reacting to s/o giving them random gifts

Vincent! Sinclair

So precious🥺🥺

Will have special box to put all this stuff in!

Every time they bring something new, he studies is and tries to remember every detail

Also then hes upset or yall argue (every relationship has bad moments) he will go to this box and look at stuff to remember the good mokents and that they love him very much

Bo Sinclair

Tbh Sinclair is fucking badass surname

He will act like perent who just got the ugliest drawing from their kid and has to pretend he lieks it 'aw honey that's.. thats really nice of you thanks'

Man will put it in pocket to later store it on his night table but he forgors and it stays inside there. But its a good thing cuz then later when he works in garage or deals with some dumbasses(next wax figures) he puts hands in pocket and reminds himself how much they love him😊 and vice versa

Lester Sinclair

I once again forgor about his exsitence and I write him the last right before posting

He will hung those gifts up on his car!

Will show them off to any people that happen to be in his car, even his siblings!

Will fidget with it when stressed

Gets way too attached to it

Will give them huge bouquet of flowers in exchange

Brahms Heelshire

This litte guy

This dude

Has no clue what to do with all this stuff

Like yeah rocks are zamn pretty but bottle caps? Really? Bestie what I am suppose to do with this?

I mean he will collect it and keep it in some hyper secure place and he would protect it with his life prolly but??? Bottle caps really? That's your love language??

Brahms judges for no reason >:(

Billy Lenz

He will do the same thing???

Like he will give them the most random things ever??? Alive rats? Random peace of glass? Plushie he stole from some kid? Handfull of rocks in funny shapes? He got them all

So yall just sit on floor and exchange what yall found

Also when they sleep he puts rocks in them/ under their pillow. Imagine waking up with neck pain and realising that they have been sleeping on rocks (litteraly)

Billy dont bite bottle caps you might break ya teeth

Micheal myers

Side eye

Why?

No, dont take it back its his now

He gonna put it in his pocket and fidget with it when he's bored. Also when he stalks people too

Also he never takes the rocks out of his pockets so if they give him like 10rocks he will litteraly carry all of them and pls remember to take them out before washing his clothes. We dont like broken washingmachines

Pls Micheal but some on shelf or cabinet pls-

Love yall requests😊😊 it is 1am, have nice rest of day!

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent x reader #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair

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criminalskies · 9 months

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hi honey, welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy your time here :D. I post a LOT about criminal minds and about my life, other fandoms include bobs burgers, house MD, 911, Oceans Eleven, Studio Ghibli (I also just love the art pls), X-men, and more!!

So, my name is Rome. I’m 21 and non-binary, I go by they/them pronouns <3!

🌱💌 This is a safe space. Homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, hate speech of any kind are not tolerated here. Everyone is welcome just as they are. Please respect that. 💌 🌱

Please note this post contains some NSFW content, minors DNI.

Request Guidelines: I know I have written some fem!reader in the past, but generally please avoid requesting pregnancy/period/non gender neutral subjects from me. I know it's a weird line for me to draw, but I could suggest probably ten writers who could do a 10x better job writing these topics. I prefer writing Gender Neutral, so I like to keep things this way wherever possible.

I currently also have quite the pile of requests, so while my requests are open, please note it may take me quite some time to get to yours. (I work oldest > newest with the occasional non-requested fic here and there)

Without further ado, please enjoy my works! :D

Fics:

Safety Net: You spend the night reflecting on a beautiful love you shared with Aaron Hotchner, more accurately, you spend the night reflecting on the last two months of heartache without him. It will take one unexpected visitor to bring the two of you to face the reality you’ve found yourselves in.

Looking Out For You: Hotch seems to be babying you on the chase for an unsub, but you quickly realise, he knows what he's doing. also hotch looks hot driving.

In Your Orbit:

part one. Hotch doesn’t understand why the newest member of the team is so dedicated to spending all their time with him. He finally asks and he’s overjoyed with the answer.

part two. Normal Criminal Minds Case type content, hostage situation, use of guns, an accident involving a knife, Unsub talks about suicide and thoughts of self-harm, please DNI if this is at all triggering for you!!!! ⚠️⚠️

Drunk! Aaron - aaron gets wild on a team bonding night and tries very hard not to let reader undress him because he's taken... by reader. (very drunk hotch being a cutiepie)

Sweet Creature: Aaron has never known exactly where his 'home' was, until he met you.

Walk Me Home: Inspired by the p!nk song, Aaron is having a hard time processing the last case, reader is there to comfort him.

Reprieve: Hotch x Autistic!Reader. Reader is having a very hard day at the BAU and Aaron is able to help.

Sleepless In Seattle: part one. part two. part three.

To Catch A Profiler - A Parent Trap Story. - This is a part one of an incomplete series based on the Parent Trap movies. This sets the scene for when your little girls find one another later in life <3

A Bookstore type of Love. - This was an anon request for brother!spencer reid and boyfriend!aaron to take reader to the bookstore and geek out on new book smell, harry potter and the high school musical/john denver soundtrack on the way. Hotch thinks about how desperately he wants to marry reader.

When the spark lit the fuse - Hotch has been in love before, but he's never been so in sync with someone, bodies moving in harmony like his does with your own. Looking back on how your relationship began, Hotch reminisces on how he himself has changed for the better. because of you.

Meet my big, crazy family: Your boyfriend finally meets your big, loud, crazy family. Inspired by my big fat greek wedding movies <3

This Isn't Me: Hotch comforts reader through their period as they go through some serious dysphoria, having not come out as nonbinary yet </3.

Thoughts/Blurbs:

Across the Multiverse: Haley shows hotch all the universes in which he is happy, and he just so happens to be with you in every one of them.

Fratboy!Hotch: In high school, rumours and dishonesty pushed you and your childhood-best-friend-turned-love of-your-life Aaron hotchner apart. Now, the two of you have showed up at the same college party. Can he make it up to you?

WW2 Hotch:

I will add many many more to these lists as I progress, writing more in the future <3

#welcome my babies #criminalskies masterlist #criminalskies blog navigation #navigation #masterlist

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astroboots · 11 months

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for HC request, please please can I request a role reversal where Santiago gets to be in charge of Frankie and Boa?!?! thank you!!! 😘

ROLE REVERSAL

Summary: Santiago is in charge for a night.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x female reader x Santiago Garcia

Content: Explicit up the whazoo. Santiago is a menace and a brat warning.

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Pope is a man with a plan. In their unit, he’d always mapped out every step in his head for every conceivable scenario.

Responsibility and control have become the duty and burden he’s taken on for himself in every facet of his life. It is why Frankie tries to give him one safe place where he doesn’t need to be any of those things.

In your bed, Santiago doesn’t need to be in control. In your bed, he can just lose himself. Frankie is happy to take charge in those moments, to give the man the thing he needs the most: a pause. With Santiago, Frankie takes control to let the man’s ever-churning mind turn off for a few moments. Offer him the very same refuge that you've given Frankie for as long as he's known you.

It works for the three of you. A merry go round of rock-paper-scissor dynamics that slots perfectly together.

But every now and then Santiago gets into a mood. He needles and coaxes you both into letting him take back the reins. Maybe he wants to test boundaries. Maybe he just wants to see if Frankie would let him. But the one time you two let him. The one time Frankie gives in. The first thing the bastard does is break out the zip ties.

The three of you have barely polished off the second bottle of wine, and before he knows it, Frankie finds himself flat on his back. Manhandled by Santiago's enthusiasm until he's restrained to the bedpost, with the sharp edge of the plastic cable digging into his wrist with you seated on the thickness of his cock.

Can’t move, the only thing Frankie can do is lie back down and take whatever Santiago has in mind for him.

And try as you might to grind against him, to achieve that mind-numbing friction for you both, it's not enough. Pope’s being a little shit and holding you down and you can't properly ride Frankie the way you want to, the way that he knows you need to. Instead all you can do is keep whining at him to, "please, please Frankie baby, please move, move your hips, aaah, just like —"

Never one to deny his wife, he does exactly that. You’re wet and warm and absolutely perfect around his cock— and just as Frankie rises to meet you, right where you need him—a blunt grip jams Frankie's hips. A forceful and efficient maneuver that has him flat back down on the mattress.

Pulling up his eyes, Santi’s firm gaze meets him halfway, raising a stern eyebrow at Frankie. "Behave."

Frankie can’t help the way his cock twitches inside of you at the command, because this is not their dynamic. This is not how it usually goes. Between the two of them, Frankie’s the one that usually issues commands and controls the situation.

And fuck, Frankie can’t help but enjoy the role reversal, even if he knows that Santiago is getting much too smug and ahead of himself.

He doesn’t get enough time to linger on that thought before Santiago nuzzles his nose against your neck, dragging it upwards until you are shivering from the touch.

"Both of you" Santiago says rasped and low, and that tone makes you clench even tighter around Frankie.

This bastard slips his clever fingers to your slick folds. He touches, and coaxes and plays with your clit, drawing out your pleasure right where he wants you, until Frankie can feel the tell tale of your thighs trembling against him just as you’re about to come. Santiago leads you to the edge, then stops.

He knows what is going to happen from here on out. Santiago is going to edge and edge and edge you, fingers plucking out your pleasure until you are drowning in it, tender and aching. Then he’s going to stop, only to start all over.

Frankie can see you right in front of him. Can see Santi's fingers slowly circling around your clit, as you tremble at the touch. Hear every whimper and moan and see the way your eyes flutter as the sharp pleasure gets just on the side of too much, just like Frankie did last time alone from his hotel room. But this time, it's so much worse, because Frankie’s right there to feel you squeeze around his cock every time you get close.

Lightheaded and out of breath, he thinks he's about to pass out from the overstimulation of you clutched tightly around him. Santiago can definitely tell, because the man's grinning ever so widely, as he turns his attention to him. "You okay there Frank?"

Frankie doesn't even manage a weak, garbled attempt of ‘yes’. Before he gets a proper chance to try, Santi's thumb flicks over your clit and you clamp down on him so tight that whatever word he tries to form just turns into a strangled groan that doesn't even sound human to his own ears.

Fucking brat that he is, Santiago starts chuckling, hand drawing the curled, sweatslickened hair away from your cheeks as he brushes his lip far too tenderly against your hairline.

"Sweetheart, you need to ease up on the old poor man. Look at how wound up you got him. I don't think he's going to last much longer, what do you think?"

Your eyes meet with Frankie’s and fuck he's almost a goner right there when he sees the dazed expression in your eyes, how far gone you are, absolutely cock-dumb from how you are filled up with him.

"Frank," at Santi's voice, Frankie's eyes snap up to the man.

The mischief that was there a moment ago is nowhere to be found, replaced with stern command. A sharp thrill surges through him, from the base of his spine to the back of his neck as Santiago utters one single syllable.

"Beg."

A/N: I wrote and posted this over a year ago, and immediately thought of it with your request nonny! But then I couldn't find it anywhere in my archives. I hope you like it!!!

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fic #frankie morales x santiago garcia #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #santiago garcia x frankie morales #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #oscar isaac #pedro pascal #santiago garcia x reader x frankie morales #frankie morales x reader x santiago garcia #💌 asks

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hellonerf · 1 month

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suicide is discouraged in the workplace

im not even gonna try to be coherent here. this is not an analysis post i am braindead. if i was a better artist makima wouldve been my muse when i was deep into chainsawman. actuallt she kind of was but i pussyed out

OK everyone here can subconsciously understand this connection. dont get too hung up on makima's strong motherhood theme and i just thought about what if ame was motherly and i couldn't kill myself right aftee thinking that as i have no means to it. that was a joke its late and im just me. i decided i wasnt a fan of motherly ame though so all suicidal thoughts erased. i am really chill now

old makima fanart i drew that im trying not to rip my hairs out over thinking about it with ame. also dont worry if this makes tou find my mainblog or main accounts whatever

actually theyre really different in many ways now that im looking at these. ame is so much of a son and makima is so much of a mother its like oppsoite spectrums. but thay makes the commonalities fun actuallt. i keep thinking about the movies and makima hating bad movies. ame is not an art kid by any means does he even care of the beauty of the world? i doubt it. but he likes bad movies and he likes cheap entertainment so who knows... they'd disagree on that. well i think makima's opinion on that was pretty extreme so i think most would disagree with her really

i could imagine ame going "Chainsawman. Doesn't spit." and smoking for the first time to look cool like in movies only to pathetically cough. thats their common trait... artifice... humans... but in a way that loops back to being Really Human i guess. holds a kind of arrogance and hubris that is so associated with humanity. it cant be anything else. ame should kill himself i think he should get moments of clarity and awareness and want to kill himself rqlly bad

both concepts of control. awesome. SUICIDE IS NOT ENDORSED IN THE WRKPLACE. ame goes to protestant church once or twice and sleeps because hes useless. makima is baptised and goes to local catholic churches not the cathedrals she supports the local christians.FUCK i just remembered the country mouse city mouse thing. ame is a liar and hates everything and loves everything and never feels content. i like to imagine him as a country mouse so fucking bad i want him to chill out one day and go to those middle of nowheres i know exist in america(can i shove cana in here and get away with it). why are they in the city if they are country mice? because..... you know..... you understand..... another w for eternal unhappiness (refer to title of this post)(suicide is discouraged in the workplace)

they are evil bosses i am the employee and when i ask for a break they gaze at me with a vacant stare and smile and i know in my heart they are viewing me like i am beneath them. i get scared and run away but truth is they didnt hear my request. they do not register individual people

if they met they would know immediately and viceversa. because everyone knows subconsciously because lying is futile and everything melts away. ame:i know a toxic boymom when i see one... okay im kidding makima is a toxic boymom if u push the chainsawman in ur head 🙂 ame as a kind of control devil works inmy head. i really believe ame was a polite child but demanding in many ways. sincerely wanting.

ame:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill makima—that is... the control devil (i never got around to drawing this)(ame and gun devil can you imagine)

or:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill alfred f jones—that is... the united states of america (paradox)

throughout all this i wanted to cite the best makima artist in the world ever but i'd feel bad if they wouldn't want to be associated with evil hetalia america blog. also i want to be normal and not cringe at being cringe just becayse i think makima was a thunderstrike of genius that i shouldn't taint. ame is a more flexible character to me for obvious reasons. this is how i'd shove ame into makima's role. but u couldn't put makima as ame. only one way. im okay with that. concept idea consensus words fear control blablabla u get the point i hate using words dont care sleepy now

#ame bible #hetalia & chainsawman #maybe this post disappears later i dont know

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sun-stricken · 2 months

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Some ideas for you! Take your pick!

Gray frequents the infirmary the most. In one of my ideas lately, after thinking about iced shell, maybe ice make makes the body a bit more…prone to cracking? Maybe he bruises easy and gets a lot of head wounds. It’s why he’s always in bandages longer. I like the idea of Porlyusica getting sick of him.

Team Natsu/the guild/slayers taking care of him, even when he doesn’t realise it. (Against pervs, against himself, maybe people are a bit racist (with him being not from Fiore).

Gray gets sad sometimes and dissociates.

Gray has night terrors so he has sleeping pills, but on missions he also has caffeine tablets to keep him awake so he doesn’t have terrors around them. Safe to say, they aren’t happy when they find this.

Lucy asks Gray about where he’s from, traditions etc, and the guild realises he might be homesick so they secretly try to learn things for him. (Over the years they’ve picked up swear words (Gray doesn’t realise he’s doing it and they’ve never told him))

Gray’s actually quite touch starved. His body temperature is cold so most people stay away/ don’t touch him (but don’t realise they’re doing it). The only one who can stand is Natsu because of his magic. Maybe it gets worse after becoming a slayer.

…also do you take spicy requests?

you cant just give me all these amazing concepts and tell me to pick☹️ i will do a little for all of them if it kills me

Also yes! i absolutely do take nsfw requests! feel free to ask me anything! im surprised it took so long to ask me that tbh

there is a lot here so vv

* Hes the single reason why the guild infirmary is always having to restock

* Due to Grays multiple usages of iced shell some of his body did turn to ice, most sections of his bones, it looks like a normal bones but it acts like ice, which means hes more likely to break a bone

* unfortunately, its not like a normal broken bone for obvious reasons. itll splinter and have hairline cracks all over the bones before it breaks.

* It takes less time to heal than a normal break, he just has to get it wrapped and limit his usage of his magic so it can ‘heal’ (as in, ice it over again) the breaks and cracks. It takes less time to heal and also less pressure to break, win lose situation tbh

* Which is also why head wounds are especially dangerous for him, skull fractures are more common for him than anyone would like, which is to say any at all

* His external body temperature is low and causes him to bruise like a peach, getting a friendly slap on the back can cause him to bruise for weeks, especially from Erza

* bro hasnt gone a day without a bruise in like ten years

* Hes been dragged to Porlyusica so many times now that anytime she sees him (on the field, in her office, even completely out of context and hes not visibly injured) its like second nature to check him out first

* if she could go a month, or even just two weeks! without seeing him she might consider changing her views on humanity (probably not but its the thought that counts)

* Also Gray has small sections of what people think is frostbite on his hands and feet. It doesnt hurt or limit him at all but theyre there, showed up some time post devil slayer magic

* ALSO! His blood runs slower and is darker due to his low body temperature, causes him only the vaguest of problems but its a thing (this is common in most powerful ice wizards)

* Gray likes to pretend hes good at taking care of himself, but hes not hes really not

* Luckily he has a lot of nosy and protective friends thatll do it for him (in their own ways)

* Natsu literally temperature exploding some guys glass at a bar when he got wayyyy too friendly and handsy with Gray

* they were kicked out but he was really proud of himself

* Rogue drawing shadows towards Gray if he needs to sleep and its too bright, or Sting creating a warm light beam when its dark out and Gray wants to embrace his inner cat and sleep in a sunbeam

* Wendy checking him over first bc she knows hes one of the people who wouldnt ask for help if he was injured

* hes had multiple people physically remove him from fights/training sessions because he was visibly pushing himself way too hard

* Part of the reason Gray learned Fioren so fast was because he was sick of people looking at him like he was stupid for not speaking ‘right’

* he mentioned this to the little slayer group they got goin on and from then on out they were like, hella hyper vigilant with anything that could make him insecure like that again

* It really scared him the first couple times he did it, it still does. He hates losing time

* It started happening during his time with Ur, he cant remember a lot of it, training, blink, fighting, blink, training, blink, training, you get the idea

* It doesnt happen often, and he tried not to think of it past the point of trying to get it to stop

* Its happens often when hes highly stressed but theres no immediate physical threat, his brain doesnt understand whats going on or why its so stressed but knows he doesnt need to physically protect himself yet so it mentally protects him (if that makes sense), usually when hes alone, or when a threat is gone

* he confided in Erza about this once, and now more times than not when he ‘wakes up’ shes there talking to him

* only part he feels is good about it is that it makes him exhausted and lets him sleep easier

* He doesn’t usually dissociate often, not that he has much of a choice, if he did it wouldnt happen at all, but it was a lot worse when he was younger, his memories of early fairy tail are all blurry and he felt like he was on autopilot even when he was ‘awake’

* he hates it

* After his team found out abt his vast array of pharmaceuticals they were so confused and concerned and probably borderline paranoid, because who needs that many medications for one person??

* Gray had been taking sleeping pills at a high enough dose to let him have a dreamless sleep for so long that most over the counter brands dont actually work on him

* but he kept all the old bottle that didnt work just in case he got desperate to sleep and they suddenly magically worked again

* The caffeine tablets were self explanatory after seeing all the sleeping meds, but he also (unwillingly) admitted he takes them on missions so he wouldnt wake them if he had a nightmare, and also for days when they were especially bad so he could go long enough without sleep hed just crash and sleep with no issues. Canr have a nightmare if you dont sleep

* His team was also extremely unimpressed by these explanations

* Erza and Natsu (and also Happy) strong armed him into going to Porlyusica for actual helpful solutions since he refused to go to his actual doctor

* While Lucy and Wendy disposed of the full fucking pharmacy (seriously, he coulda started a business or smth) he had in his bedroom

* For some odd reason he felt lighter and less moody when he was on actual helpful medication and was getting genuine rest

* how strange

* and if his team checks his house for another pharmacy in the making thats nobodies business but theirs

* Also Erza tried to ban Gray from caffeine while on a quest , or at least limit it, but he looked at her like she was absolutely batshit crazy to the point she got embarrassed and had to retract the ban

* But she will tie him to the bed to make him sleep on quests if she has to

* The first time Lucy asked where Gray was from was before Galuna, he ended up giving her a shady answer and redirecting the question to her (reminder, before galuna, before phantom lord) which she ended up also being a bit cagey about so she let it go

* But Lucy is nosy (endearing) by nature, so she asked if he had any different holiday type traditions sometime after Galuna, and to the surprise of, well, literally everyone, he did and gave examples

* which lead down a rabbit hole of the guild fretting a bit abt how to make him comfortable (even though hed been with them for a decade) bc he mentioned he used to be really homesick the first couple years, and sometimes still is

* Most the guild still had no clue where he was from so they were really just running in circles for awhile

* Levy tried to figure it out from the time he accidentally dropped, what she assumed to be colorful curse words, random foreign language bits

* didnt really work but she tried

* so for months he was bombarded with ‘subtle’ questions about his hometown and its culture, which got shut down most the time

* Thats not to say he didnt give them anything, he gave them enough that they were incorporated into existing traditions and holidays they already celebrated

* it was a very sweet gesture that Gray absolutely did not tear up at, so shut up—

* Gray is the most touch starved fool on the planet. ive always loved the idea of him liking touch a lot

* He grew up in a pretty affectionate family, his parents were always around to ruffle his hair, or hug, or hold his hand, or carry him, they were just very physically affectionate and he enjoyed it

* With it made him nauseous, guilty really, because Ur and Lyon were also physically affectionate but it wasnt them, it wasnt his family

* Also it was plain uncomfortable at times, part of learning ice magic was to almost numb himself to cold, but in the beginning numbed him to everything and it became uncomfortable to be touched because it was tingly and it hurt

* Early Fairy Tail he was completely closed off, couldnt stand being touched, didnt want to get cozy and make friends because he planned to leave anyways.

* Ice mages (Fire mages also) temperatures can fluctuate depending on how they feel, for example, if they’re experiencing negative emotions their temperature and the space around them will get colder

* and Gray used to be so angry and upset all the time, and hed just beginning to learn magic so he didnt know how to fix it yet, which caused a lot of discomfort for people.

* People didnt stay around him long because the discomfort of being too cold, and what was he gonna do about it? ask them to come back?? hell no

* So he gained a reputation and people didnt want to disrespect a volatile childs apparent boundaries so they didnt question it

* He was fine with fighting being the only real prolonged touch hed get, totally

* But Natsus got this thing about him that makes him think he can do the impossible, which includes shaking Grays world view and comfort levels

* At some point in their teens Natsu would not let go of the alleged fact that Grays didnt like being touched for some reason, so he did what he does best and pressed the issue

* it ended with Gray being a puddle in his lap while he had a crisis about everything he thought he knew about himself while Natsu celebrated his victory against him

* Its not completely public knowledge but the guild most definitely knows at least a little about how much Gray is touch starved

* he doesnt openly welcome it with open arms but if its happening and he trusts the person hes not gonna say no

* he probably gets a euphoria high from a head pat or smth

* After getting his devil slayer magic is absolutely got worse, having two powerful ice magics, one of which he was still struggling to get the hang of, in one body made it difficult to control the temperature around him, and after long enough people would start shivering if he wasnt careful

* it sucked, totally and completely sucked

* Natsu still remained unbothered and would increase his own temperature to counterbalance Grays, which helped a lot

* he still gets all up in Grays space no matter how much Gray tell him to fuck off, he knows he needs it

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someverygaymoth · 3 months

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MASTER POST!

Welcome to the Moth Den! This blog is the home of KD!AU, The Retriver Institute, The Horrors in the Wilde, CFK!AU, Skyfall AU, Bugged!Cross(Bug), and plenty of other AUs.

(check out my AU details list here)

I'm still figuring out Tumblr, so be patient with me please!

It's important to note that I do write proship/dead dove content, and as a psych enthusiast, I believe exploring darkness through fiction can be a positive and safe experience! So, hopefully there's no confusion there. There's a list of what I am comfortable writing about vs not below the cutoff. (That is why I focus heavily on tagging all of my works adequately, and all of my posts! So that you can block keywords you don't want popping up on your timeline, and you —hopefully— never have to run into anything you don't want to see on my page!)

Two quick rules!

1. We're a SFW blog here, so when I do get our asks set up, please keep everything rated E to PG-13, alright?

2. I personally do not care what people write or draw as long as they're keeping things safe and having fun. Don't bring silly conflicts about what people write or draw onto my blog. (I'm referring to proship/antiship arguments) Thank you!

And a quick note, I do not currently take drawing or writing requests, but I do take suggestions. If you would like to suggest something to draw, I do not guarantee that even if I respond I will do said suggestion or finish it if I do start it. But please feel free to ask questions about my AUs and the characters within them!

Links↓↓ and about me↓↓

Here's the link to our SFW Discord, make sure to be kind and pay attention to the rules!

You can find me on AO3 at Some_VeryGayMoth, although not everything on there is SFW, so navigate with care!

And on Twitter, where I never post, @TgayMoth

Please make sure to take care of yourself and pay attention to tags on any of my writing, or any writing in general. If you see something you do not want to see, don't click on it. Tumblr does indeed have a keyword filter, and I will always do my best to use keywords in my posts, so if you do not know how to set up your keyword filter with the things you don't want to see on your timeline, I would highly recommend you check out this link on YouTube that will show you exactly how to do that!

Now that I've mentioned keyword filters— here's what I write vs don't write!

I write angst, violence, hurt/comfort, gore, all that good stuff.

I've written twincest(shout-out to Dreammare)(not defending this one at all, this was whore activity, and honestly if you're shipping this while riding on the technicality that they're not really brothers you have some shit to sort out because homie this is still just twincest, but I do question whether this counts as twincest due to them being one spirit split in two and popped out of a tree, so like, take that as you will)

I'm not comfortable writing any parent/child stuff but no shade if you do, I usually don't like any OG fontcest stuff either it's just hard for me to digest but again no shade.

I've written stuff about anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, disability, all sorts of trauma, lots of that.

I won't talk about the kinks I write and don't write on here but oh readers there are many yesses, maybes, and hard nos to be found there, I assure you. And again, write or read, no shade.

Uhh honestly I think that's all I have, which is kinda L, maybe I need to step up my dark fiction game if this is all I've got. (It can get so much worse and istg I will write worse stuff to spite anyone who's tossing around hate like it's confetti. And I'll tag it properly so they don't have to see it if it makes them uncomfortable. I'm just cool like that.)

(Oh btw if you're not tagging your stuff properly or make a fuss about tagging things when someone tells you that you didn't tag something properly, you and me ain't cool. Nothing about that is okay. I will never fuss about someone asking me to add a tag, if I EVER miss something please tell me, I will happily add tags for you and keep them in mind for next time.)

About me↓↓

I have been writing for about four and a half years now for the fandom, and I've been here since about the very beginning. I started posting my writing back in early 2021. It's been so wonderful to see this fandom grow and change, blossoming with many fun aus and beautiful ideas, and I hope I can contribute to many more beautiful ideas on my little corner of the internet.

I have some physical health problems that may make it difficult for me to post more regularly, but I will do my best!

#The Retriver Institute #undertale fandom #ut au #undertale sans #undertale au #KD!AU

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wr-n · 1 year

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Hello, I'm Wraith! Welcome to my blog!

Non-Undertale Side Account: @thewr-eckening

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Asks: Open (Don't be shy, I answer almost all of them-)

My Carrd: Here

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○ This blog is for Undertale and OCs ONLY. (No drama, no politics, nothing else.)

○ 16+ blog: There will be dark and suggestive themes in my posts such as partial nudity and dead dove content. I have warned you.

○ I am entitled to blocking people as I see fit. I do not owe any explanation other than I felt the need to. Block me if you don't like my content.

○ If I see drama of any kind mentioned or asked about, I will either block you or ignore you. (My blog is for having fun, not pointing fingers.)

○ Do not roleplay in my ask box.

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_✧ Masterpost ✧_

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Please block the tag '#wraith suggestive' if you are uncomfortable with suggestive content.

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Q&A under the cut:

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Can I make you fanart/fanfiction/etc.?

Of course! Any and all fanart is welcome! Just don't forget to @ me for me to see it! Like here! And here!

Can you make me fanart?

Sorry, I don't do them when asked. I only make fanart for characters I want to draw or when I open requests.

How old are you? / Will you do NSFW?

I'm 20! And nope, I will never do NSFW. I will only go as far as mildly suggestive themes but nothing more.

How do you feel about like spam?

I know a lot of people dont like it but do whatever you like on my blog ^^ Seeing people go through my art makes me really happy to see hahaha!

Do you have any DNIs?

I don't believe in DNIs, I liked the old internet. Anyone can come and go as they please on my blog. Just- *sigh* If you are angry about something, keep it to yourself and block. I don't want to hear it, other people don't want to hear it. (BUT I YOU HAVE DNIs THATS OKAY TOO)

Are you the artist behind 'Blue Joins the Bad Sanses'?

I've heard people ask this before and the answer is no, I'm not. But I can understand the confusion, we do have somewhat similar art styles!

What do you use to record your speedpaints?

You can find that information here!

Who are your OCs/AU Sanses?

You can find a list of them in my Masterpost above!

Why don't you do commissions?

I don't do them mostly because I've tried it before and I didn't find the venture worth it.

How do you feel about collabs?

I keep collabs strictly to mutuals or people I personally offer it to.

Are you interested in other fandoms outside of Undertale?

Of course! I just don't post those things on this blog, I plan to keep this blog purely for my Undertale fixation.

The other fandoms I'm an avid fan of are: Invader Zim, Sonic, TMNT, Danny Phantom, and Marvel and DC superheroes.

Can I repost your art onto other sites or blogs?

In general, absolutely not. The only exceptions are if you properly credit me (i.e. a link to my blog, my username, and making sure people know its not yours) and aren't using it for monetary gain.

Can you follow me?

Please do not ask this, it is an uncomfortable position to put me in.

#wraith notes #masterpost #pinned post

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beneathashadytree · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing! May I request NSFW alphabet with Albert? GN please. Since I keep seeing only for female readers.

NSFW ALPHABET - ALBERT MORIARTY HEADCANONS

Warnings : this is obviously NSFW, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut

Word count : 2.4K words (oops)

Additional notes : Thank you for requesting, anon! Also, don’t worry, my preference is for writing a gender-neutral reader, as stated in my rules and guidelines for requesting. All my previous NSFW Alphabets were for gn readers as well! Hope you enjoy this (late as I am posting this 🥲) 💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp.

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Albert’s ideal picture of aftercare is—yes, you guessed it—cleaning up with a warm, damp towel, and then lounging in robes on the bed, glasses of wine in hand. He might ask Louis or Jack for a platter of freshly cut cheeses and fruits, since him using the kitchen would spell disaster.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He quite likes his back. He’d like to think of himself as decently strong, and he particularly loves it when his beloved rakes their nails down his back, drawing just the right amount of pain from him as he drives them mad with pleasure.

He’s completely spell-bound by their eyes. Whenever he’s languidly fucking them into the mattress, he loves the way their eyes waver with surprised pleasure as he fills them to the hilt. And when he’s mercilessly pounding into them, the way their glossy eyes roll back as tears fall down their cheeks has his own orgasm come crashing much faster than anticipated.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t know why, but he loves pumping his cock over the pretty arch of their back, spilling his release onto their soft skin. He always watches keenly as his cum trickles between their ass, marking them as his in a way only he could. He tends to cum a lot, and in thick ropes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a man of such high standing in society, he’s always expected to be as prim and proper as could be. Sometimes, however, Albert feels daring enough to steal a pair of their favorite underwear and stuff it in his tailcoat pocket, leaning in to whisper the filthiest of things in his lover’s ear amidst a ball. People would never guess from the polite smile on his face just how lewd his honeyed words were.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he’s quite experienced. Everyone had thrown themselves at his feet since his teenage years, regardless of their gender, and Albert was never too picky. He quite liked the idea of debauchery being offered to nobility. He was, however, an incredibly attentive lover, and always returned the favor tenfold. And somehow, his dalliances never held any ill-will towards him after he ended things, even choosing to remain good acquaintances afterwards.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For reasons untold, he loved nothing more than taking his lover from behind, their head buried in a pillow and hands desperately clutching at the sheets, while his large palms held their hips down as he slammed over and over into them. The way their ass met his hips with each thrust was an addictive sight, one he could never get enough of.

Other than that, any position where he can see his lover’s bewitching eyes is an absolute yes for him. As long as he can see just how badly he affects them, and how addicted they are to the way he stretches them out, he’s more than satisfied.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s definitely quite serious, though he can never help the smirk that makes its way on his face whenever he finds them babbling senselessly at him with sheer pleasure. He’s not above chuckling if his beloved makes a lighthearted comment here and there, though, and he’d be sure to gently kiss them fondly as he does, before proceeding to push them closer to climaxing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Decently well-groomed. As a man who cares quite a bit for appearances, Albert never lets things get too unruly. He’s not overly concerned, though, and once he settles down with his beloved, he just tends to trim every now and then. His curls are only a little darker than his brown hair, and surprisingly soft.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At first, with his passionate sessions, one would think that this was merely intense fucking, set by his unforgiving pace or his lazy but mind-blowing thrusts. But if they would look closely, they would notice the lovestruck look in his eyes that almost spelled obsession, or the tender kisses in between messy orgasms, or the attentive fingers that always found their most pleasurable spots. Caught on a sentimental day, he might even wax a little poetic while sheathed inside the warmth of their hole.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not all too often does he masturbate. While away on missions, he never really gets the time to himself to sit down and unwind like that. And when he’s at home, he never hesitates to tug his lover in a sensual kiss that was an invitation for a little fooling around in bed. If he ever does masturbate, it would once every couple of weeks, if his beloved is too exhausted to keep up with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s definitely got quite a few. For one thing, he certainly enjoys some sensory play. Tying his lover up and blindfolding them, only to watch as they come undone with his touch alone… now that’s a treat.

He has quite the heavy marking kink. Seeing them sprawled over their messy bed, back covered in blooming purple marks and teeth marks on their neck, with his release puddling at the curve of their back; this has something feral awakening within him. His slight possessiveness means he adores letting others know they’re all his. And he’d love it just as much if they reciprocated the favor.

Albert also happens to be a big fan of cockwarming. If he’s locked up in the office for hours, he adores getting his darling to sit atop his lap, hole clenching around his length. In fact, it arouses him so much to the extent that he’d sometimes cum just from having their walls flutter around him just right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed is definitely his number one favorite spot. He loves the idea of spending hours on end bringing each other to the heights of pleasure. He’s not opposed to a little fun in his office, as the earlier point explains. And if his sweet dirty-talk works too much like a charm at a social event, then they might just make use of the many bedrooms at that Lord’s manor.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets him going like his lover wearing a little piece of lingerie. He doesn’t not have a single care for gender; as long as they’re wearing silk that leaves little to the imagination and feels heavenly to the touch, he’d grow instantly hard. And if he happens to dare to dress himself up in one of their own pieces, he could probably cum untouched. The luxurious material and the sensuality of it all drives him mad.

If they start acting like a pillow princex, he would absolutely wreck them. The brattiness and spoilt attitude has him wanting to “correct their ways”, so to speak, and there isn’t a single way better to do that than to stuff them full with his cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing is completely off the table. His possessiveness would never allow him to invite a third participant into their nightly (and daily) romps.

Though he does enjoy inflicting and receiving a little pain mixed in with the pleasure, he despises anything that would draw blood. He doesn’t really fancy it, reminding him too much of his job and missions.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Though he always, always, always insists on returning the favor, he still has a preference for receiving head. Can you blame him? His darling’s mouth just takes his cock so well, their lips stretched around him and drool escaping them as they struggled to swallow all of him. He might even indulge in a little face-fucking, reveling in their tears and throaty moans around him.

When it’s his turn to please them with his mouth, it feels heavenly. His lips are purely sinful, his tongue just how to swirl around their sensitive parts. He even lets a finger or two slip down and into their hole, lubricated by their own slick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Albert often alternates between the two. Though he’s quite rough when it came to his love, and adores hearing them keen as they struggle to keep up with his pace and the overwhelming pleasure, he sometimes likes to hook their leg around his waist as they lie on their sides, and slowly roll his hips against theirs from behind, taking them leisurely but so good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Somehow a huge fan but also hates them. He loves the idea of a quick fuck behind closed doors whenever he can, their rushed hands fumbling for purchase and their lips eagerly seeking his. However, he’s never satisfied with just one round, and is always ready and wanting for more. He’d much rather spend the entire day in bed with them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Albert’s willing to try everything at least once or twice. Once for indulging his beloved or himself, and once to form his opinion on it. He likes to incorporate new things into their sex life, never wanting their spark to ever die down (which is actually quite impossible, given how smitten he is by them).

As stated before, he’s more than ready to take them on the couch of some nobleman’s abandoned sitting room. The possibility of being walked on is always there, but the thrill of having his darling underneath him is way too enticing to deny that he simply just doesn’t care about getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could last forever if need be. Albert doesn’t tend to get exhausted quickly, and he’s quite insatiable. He might not always hold out on his orgasms on purpose, sometimes letting the pleasure wash all over him regardless of how long it took to get there. However, he’s always up for four rounds or more. He’s that insatiable. And if they ever can’t keep up, then oral sex is always on the table as a form of reprieve.

If inebriated, however, he never lasts long. It’s a little endearing honestly, how sloppy his rutting into them is, before he’s spilling his release inside them. Even when drunk, though, he makes sure to use his clumsier-than-usual fingers to help them reach orgasm too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

During their periods of experimentation, Albert is likely to purchase all available toys to try on his sweetheart. He’s got the money for it, and he’s more than willing to spoil them wicked at night. In fact, one would say that he favors using toys whenever they can.

If his lover asked him to, he’d never deny them the pleasure of using said toys on himself. Though he tends to be the dominant one more often than not, the times they do want to try the toys out on him he’s more than compliant. He quite enjoys the new feelings, and considers it a healthy part of their sex life. Admittedly though, he can’t help but still try to be a little in control even then.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He could be quite horrid. Many a time did he push them to the brink of orgasm, only to leave them whining in frustration and begging for more. Other times he’s too caught up in the pleasure and too eager to stop them from hurtling towards a thrilling climax that has them crying out his name and digging their nails into his back or the mattress.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At the start of their going out, Albert was a groaner, hissing with pleasure as he digs his teeth into his bottom lip to avoid more vulnerable sounds from escaping him. As they grow closer as a couple and their relationship solidifies as a permanent one, he begins to let loose and moan with abandon. His voice is nice and rich, and when laced with pleasure, addictive to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This one was a little more embarrassing for them to discover, but he has a bit of an oral fixation. His lips are always latched on his darlings skin, teeth digging into their neck or grazing against their nipples. If his mouth finds its way to his lover’s chest, then it’ll be a long time before he stops sucking at their nipples. He only stops once they’re all swollen and sore.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s average-sized, not too big but not considered small either, standing at 5.5 inches when erect. He’s quite girthy though, and his lover struggles every time they take his fat cock with their hole or their mouth. Even their fingers have difficulty wrapping around him. It’s actually more arousing for him to see them struggling like that.

His cock has a little upward curve that really helps him hit the spot just right. Doesn’t flush too much though, just a little redder when he’s been edging himself for hours. He’s also got heavy balls that hang a little lower than expected.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Insatiable, but somehow also not. Honestly, if the opportunity presented itself, Albert would give in to his baser instincts and have entire sex marathons with them, the scent of sex permeating the room after hours of impassioned lovemaking. If his mind isn’t focused on sex and is currently busy with something else at the moment, then it is very unlikely that he’d yearn for it. Always down to fuck, but never particularly desperate for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once their little aftercare session is done and over, he’d encourage them to clean each other up once more. He normally doesn’t fall asleep easily and actually suffers from a bit of insomnia, but after a particularly exhausting session he might feel a little tuckered out and fall asleep shortly after his lover does.

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

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shimmerbeasts · 3 months

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I am sure, you all saw my last out-of-character post about how even with my only twenty-thread rule, I still ended up in a situation where I felt overwhelmed. Something, this rule was supposed to prevent. I am realising I have been looking at all this in the wrong way. To put things plainly, I have not been granting myself the same courtesies and kindness, the same compassion, I am constantly giving my rp partners.

I have been running multimuse blogs on Tumblr for pretty much ever. I have never done a single muse blog. You'd think with nine years of experience, I'd be a pro at this by now. Turns out: I keep running into the same problems over and over because of the situation, I am in. Aka I am a student with a lot of free time on her hands, a drive to create and probably some underlining form of perfectionism or at the very least stupidly high standards, even if I never verbalise those.

The first problem, I keep running into, is the fact that I feel to call my blog a multimuse blog of any kind, I need to have a lot of characters. This is a terrible sentiment because it always results in me spreading myself too thin. Furthermore, I think when I entered the League fandom after coming from Arcane, I felt like I needed a few champion muses to really count. I dunno why I thought this. Again, weird perfectionism and high expectations are strange.

Right now, I have that same problem again. Eight muses is simply too much for me to juggle. However, I do not wanna remove them because I bet I will have the temptation of adding characters again later on. Instead, I am going to basically make Naafiri, Yasuo and Kayle "by offer only" muses. This means that while they are still a part of the blog, they are basically invisible and very low focus. Unless I offer them to you to write, they cannot be requested to write with.

Speaking of priority, even the muses whom I will keep writing regularly on this blog - Jinx, Silco, Vi and Ahri - will likely shift in terms of who gets prioritised. Of my three primary muses, Jinx has always been my most loudest, consistent and most developed muse. She is almost like the mascot or insignia of this blog and I am pretty sure if you had to describe me to someone, Jinx would probably be the first character who comes to mind. Therefore, Jinx will be the one who is going to be given the most priority out of all my active muses. As for Vi, Silco and Ahri? I will get to their threads when the muse strikes me.

This brings me to the next problem I kept running into when writing multimuse blogs. My drafts always reached a number eventually that overwhelmed me. Even though the queue helped me, I also got into a bad habit: The idea that I had to post a reply every single day. After all, outside of studying, I had no job. I am on almost every day. In my head, I had no excuse not to post. And because of that, I set myself those ludicrous expectations that I had to constantly write and queue replies to keep the ball rolling. I beat myself up if my queue was too small or I didn't catch up quick enough.

I don't need to tell anybody how this isn't sustainable in the long run. Now more than ever, given that I have a student job, trying to finish my masters, am writing normally again, adding gaming and irregularly drawing as a hobby. I have to remind myself that it is okay if my queue does not post every day, that it is okay if things go slower. I have to remember to be kind to myself. I have to allow myself to take things slower. Including choosing to not rp every day and instead focus on gaming, drawing or fanfic writing. I have to remember that I do not make a mistake if I only write one draft or even none. I have to learn to be kind to myself. It feels like I almost learned this hobby the wrong way, so establishing new habits will be hard. But I am gonna try. I am sick of running into the same problems over and over again.

#i expected better of you than excuses: psa #cat wrangler: out of character

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