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Summoning my six-ish moots, who wants to hear about the new OC wip I'm cooking up 🤭
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trying to text @locked-diary this morning about kill your darlings but accidentally texted my mom :/
can’t tell if she cares or not
#marauders era#wolfstar#harry potter#fic: kill your darlings#messermoon#kyd#all i wanted was to speak my mind :(#gideon was being MEAN#like he was based but it was MEAN#zig & lock tag#remus lupin#marauders
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I would simply cease to exist without @trashmouth-richie 🖤 Thank you for always being the best and gassing me up when I feel like my writing sucks.
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Is El gnasos teeth kinda like goose teeth??
Absolutely!
#honestly. hate drawing his teeth#small little zig zags so easy to make them look like squiggles#but i do it for the love of geese.#i love you el ganso.#brambleramble#speaking of geese#something is making my geese upset right now i can hear them all the way from the house#probably the massive wind blowing branches around. they hate that shit
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art summary !! its been a year
also heres the template i made if you wanna use it v
^ edit it however you like i just kinda made it in 5 minutes
you dont need to credit me go wild
#!!!!!!! MADE IT#this year .this year#ok first of all this year has certainly been A Year ! but i think i made it through alright#whole Bunch of ups and downs and zigs and zags#but ! made it!! and so did you reading this!!!#i think that is very cool#i cant really remember much from this year to be completely honest#at least from the first half#but i had fun throughout it and thats all i need#art wise uhh also a bunch of zigs and zags but hey the sonic interest is not going away anytime soon skdhfjkh#most of my favorite things i drew this year were doodles and other things though#so it was hard picking 'finished' stuff#speaking of which september's isnt actually finished. thats why i never posted it#but it was the most finished from that month so ! oh well#chip showed up three (3) times this year .again#its fun to compare this year's with last year's ^^#but anyways !! i think thats all#hope everyones doing alright this fine new year's eve#thanks for helping me get through this year i literally. genuinely couldnt have done it without you#so thanks :)#happy new year !
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Rewatch NC s1 Zaya scenes and I’m still cringing at the way Zig playing guitar and being in a band with Maya was being retconned.
#Poorni speaks degrassi#zig truly deserved better#also side note but Gronah should’ve happened earlier instead#imo at least
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OTP MEME: [2/5] HUGS
“WE DID IT!”
SEASON 12 EPISODE 27 (TONIGHT, TONIGHT, PART 1)
#degrassi#degrassiedit#zaya#zig novak#maya matlin#zayameme#*#gif#the way her nails match his jacket here really speaks to me
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hm if i get more lip piercings you guys will finally be able to sew my mouth shut through the holes
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may i ask you 8 and 23? xxxxx
(from this prompt list)
8: "do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?"
Oh absolutely. I love sweatpants. They are my best friends. When I come home from being out, I loooooove to put on my lounge clothes and be cozy. Being cozy is one of my top passions.
23: "do you wear jewelry?"
Only my earrings! I try to always wear either small studs or small hoops, just to keep my earlobe piercings from closing. If I get more piercings (which I'd LOVE to do) then I'll wear more earrings, but other jewelry tends to make me very fiddly because I get distracted and play with it lol.
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my legs were not made for walking
#they do the zig zag#went to haunted house and waited long time which was pain but it was fun#rey actually speaks
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tomura shigaraki is just Kaz Brekker if he wasn't a feminist.
#zig's grishaverse tag#zig speaks#tomura shiragaki#mha#six of crows#kaz brekker#traumatized emos with haphephobia my beloved
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need to improve at drawing solely to make wrio-however the fuck you spell his name into the wolf guy he was meant to be
#baz.txt#*every piece of fanart i see... while they are all beautiful i will not deny that i just constantly repeat the whole-#*''shouldve been a wolf guy'' bit over and over in my head#*and zig knows this bc i send them this gorgeous fanart and silly comics and and say. wolf guy#*and they 'nod' in understandin and also say wolf guy back#*i think its important to know: i do not play genshin#*however this man and his rather generic design speaks to me
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When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle.Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.
How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.
You see, in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming, the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.
It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian era.
Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that, right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.
But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.
There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naïveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to… don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.
I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "Welcome to New York". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.
I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.
I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.
It’s been waiting for you.
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Can you do a story where ony is a munch (quit pushing me away)
“GIVE ME 10”
Finally got my writing mojo back kinda (still trying to push myself) and I’ve really wanted to start adding more modern au and messages because they are so fun. Let me know if yall like them or not. But heeeeyyyyyy anon😏😘
Thanks for the request baby! I hope this is good enough for you.
PS: Ony’s friends are waiting for him to get on the game but he got a little caught up…
A/N: MDNI, smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, and some other stuff, black coded reader
WC: 748 short and to the point
“Onyyyyyyy.” You groan, manicured nails gripping against his durag. You eyes threaten to roll back into your head as you feel his tongue swipe against your clit. Thick hands gripping either of your thighs, holding your legs apart as the thick pink muscle slurped at your juices repeatedly.
“F-fuuuuuc Ony baby please. Y-your phone.” You whimper underneath him. His phone had been going off nonstop for the past 20 minutes and as much as you tried to focus on the way that he was pleasing you, the constant dinging that rang out in each message was pulling you from your euphoria. You already knew it was his group chat waiting for him. He had mentioned to you earlier that he was going to get on the game later with his boys. Yet he somehow found his way between your legs and all that flew out the window, the dinging falling on deaf ears as he feasted on you.
”Bae- the phone.” You try to pout but it comes out in a breathless moan as you try to push his head. He lifts his head up slightly, gaze narrowed as he meets your eyes. “Try that shit again and I’ll tie your hands above your head. Quit pushing me away.” He growled before lowering his head back between your legs. His authoritative demand doing nothing more but driving you further in a frenzy.
”Oh shit- right there baby.” You cry out as your grip on the back of his head tightens, that familiar ball of fire beginning to burn in your belly. Ony loves the sound you make when he makes you unravel. He flattens his tongue and presses it against your lips, allowing the saliva to drip down to the tip of it, the wetness slipping down to your ass before he swipes his tongue in a zig zag motion all the way up to your clit.
His mouth closes around your swollen bud and he gently pulls it between his lips, the tips of his tongue flicking back and forth against your hood. “Yes pa- fuck.” Your head drops back, pressing against the pillow as your toes curl up. A wave of heat spilling from your belly and moving through every inch of your body as your orgasm threatens to surface. “Ony baby- ‘m close. So fuckin’ close.” You hips buck against his face but his grip tightens around you, forcing you still. He brings his head up spitting onto your clit before slurping the mixture of fluids. The tip of his tongue danced around your clit in circles. You let out a pathetic whine which only pushes him more. The noises you make stroking his ego. His dick hardens with every taste, his tongue moving back down towards your hole as he fucked you with his mouth. “Shit baby, just like that p-please.” Ony’s tongue moves in and out of you as he brings one hand up adding a finger at the same pace. Tongue stroking the upper inside of your pussy as his fingers dive deep on the bottom.
Another ding rings from his phone but you can’t find a reason to care when he has you on teetering on the edge like this. “On-“ “Don’t you dare mention that phone y/n.” He said before dipping right back into his same pattern. Your body jerks against his hold as you feel yourself crash out, juices spurting out of you as he gulps down your wetness.
Heavy breaths leave your chest rising and falling rapidly. You peer down to meet him and your pussy clenches at the sight of your nectar dripping from his chin. “You so fuckin’ sweet.” He groans, dick pulsing in his sweats as his tongue darts out and swipes the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth to speak but the ring from another message stops you in your tracks. “Onyankopon, if you don't pick that shit up or turn the damn ringer off.” You fuss, lifting up to rest against your elbows. Ony stays hovering above your pussy as his clean hand reaches over to grab his phone. You notice his head lowering back down as he scrolls through the messages. “Ony, what are y-“ your sentence is cut off as his tongue slides against your pussy again, a shudder trailing down your spine.
The warmth of his mouth covers you again as he types out a quick message to send to his friends.
“Give me 10.”
#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#smut#ony x reader#onyankapon#onyankopon x black y/n#onyankopon x reader#ony x black reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon smut#x black fem reader#x black reader#aot x black reader
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Honestly need more twt links.
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PRICE
『 Price never has you on your knees.
Not kneeling on the wood floor, instead, on your hands and knees on the soft bed. His last wish is for you to be straining yourself, especially at the expense of pleasuring him. Wrapping your lips around his cock, short, sloppy bobs of your head echo through the bedroom.
John can't resist touching you, squeezing the flesh of your rear, whispering praises while your throat allows as much of him as possible. 』
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『 You and Price sneaking off to the bathroom.
Going out to dinner with John and his colleagues, bored with mindless chatter and military talk that you don't understand. Finding yourself bent over the fancy vanity of the restaurant washroom, surely fraying the fabric of your evening wear.
Price holding back, not daring to go too mean of a pace, otherwise, everyone will hear. 』
SIMON
『 Using you and Simon's new kitchen for the first time.
New homeowners, determined to get good use of the new space. You were supposed to be unpacking utensils but ended the afternoon leaning over the unused dining table. Simon's fingers in your hair, bullying his cock into you — as he wants it to be your first memory in the home he bought you.
The best part of not living in a flat? No more holding back your moans. 』
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『 The best way to keep Simon busy.
No more fidgeting while he stares off into space, he needs to do something, and it's you. Being directed to climb atop his face, grind your slick cunt along his tongue until you reach a sweet finish. And him, unable to resist palming and stroking himself through his jeans — the denim clinging to his aching length.
You're using his talents in the best way. 』
SOAP
『 Simple, shared pleasure with Soap.
Using one another's hands to dissolve into pleasure. Johnny's fingers swirl around your soaked entrance, swiping along your puffy clit and matching your hand's rhythm. You squirm against the mattress, allowing the pleasure to further the speed of your fist. Pumping his cock with one hand, clenching the sheets with your other. Getting each other off, Soap yearning for the cunt he's teasing to be twitching around the cock you're caressing.
Your soft hands are no match for his calloused ones. You simply do it better. 』
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『 You and Soap celebrating his new rank.
He's been promoted to 'Captain Mactavish'; both exhilarating and ego-boosting for his career. Soap's newfound authority gives him an alluring roughness — a scarred, buff body capable of doing so much to you. Congratulating him by letting him use you, exert the frustrations of leadership into your cunt.
Supporting your husband and his stressful career, in your own way. 』
GAZ
『 Gaz is all about the little things.
His smooth lips wrapped around the mounds of your breasts, suckling and kissing the sensitive nipple. Kyle is practically worshiping your chest, without any expectation of the same treatment on his own body. All before the thought of pleasuring you has crossed his mind.
A little appreciation goes a long way. And speaks volumes, even when his mouth is occupied. 』
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『 As usual, Gaz driving you mad.
From binging your favorite show to laying across his lap and writhing, yearning for his long fingers to fill you up. Instead, it's blissful torture; those fingers playing with your clit in a zig-zag motion, Kyle giving your heat light smacks as a way to further the tease. Whatever pixels displayed on the screen become an afterthought.
Gripping onto his arm, praying that your desperate squeezes will be enough to convince him. 』
ALEJANDRO
『 Alejandro never asks to switch positions.
Why not combine his two talents: agility and surprise? Rocking your hips on his cock, chest to chest. His mouth curved into a sneer as you're on the brink of coming undone; gushing around his length with shaky legs — just like he'd relished many times. Instead, he waited until your moans turned into whimpers, flipping the two of you until you lay flat. Your mind is dazed from the sudden change, but so quickly overcome with release.
The new position allows him to pound into you, using all the stamina he gathered from watching you bounce. 』
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『 Office visits with Alejandro.
Privacy is among his many privileges on base. His large desk, the organized files, his tall bookshelves — and the seclusion of a Colonel's office. Usually, Alejandro is too occupied for any nonsense, even when you visit. You surely caught him on a good day, which was a rarity when surrounded by the chaos of Las Almas.
Against the tower of books that resembled a library; but no silence was necessary. 』
RUDY
『 Rudy ensuring your pleasure, first, second, and last.
His mouth's favorite taste, and his ears' favorite sound. Your thighs hooked around his head, heat grinding against his face at the same pace of his masterly tongue. Roaming in a circle around your trembling bundle of nerves, kissing along your sticky lower lips. You tangle your fingers in his dark locks, every rock of his head sending the tip of his nose into your clit.
One of the many ways of keeping you satisfied. 』
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『 Morning sex with Rudy.
Shivering from the fan that's been rotating all night, but too occupied with each other to power it off. Or for Rudy to take his eyes off your nude body. Without blankets, every bit of you is in view, savoring one another's warmth, chest to chest as you practically tie tongues. He wouldn't have it any other way.
The perfect send-off before he's forced to get ready. If he can let go of you at all. 』
KÖNIG
『 The mere size of König.
He adores the size difference; the power of his abnormal height, as well as the obvious gift to come with it. Your body folded against the white sheets, his swollen, girthy length barely fitting into your soaked heat. König goes slow until he can't hold back — increasing his pace to hear the irresistible moans spilling from your lips, overwhelmed by his size filling you to the brim.
Half of his length, and you're stuffed full. König's already imagining the day you can take all of him. 』
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『 Your quickies with König.
It's no secret that he's busy; busier than the average busy person. Sometimes, quick releases are all that's left with him. Either way, you're left shaking, and the release is as sweet as ever. Hovering behind you, quick ruts into your heat until you get off, washing away the stress of everyday.
Unfortunately for König, his stress never leaves. Fortunate for you, that means more quickies. 』
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I feel like talking about my opinions on Zig ships. If anyone wants, feel free to send me an ask :)
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