#Text posy

[fortunatefires]

Violet is teeny and frail the way that so many ya female protaginists are. But the difference is that the story recognizes her weaknesses and addresses them. Everyone can see she is breakable but what makes her scary is that she's fully willing to break herself to get what she wants. She isn't just anger in a cute tiny package she is rage shoved into a glass bottle with a crack running up the side. She doesn't just fight through pain, she functions in pain constantly. She's brutal and resilient and so willing to throw herself on a knife just to give others a better chance at survival.

[scribblue]

One thing I love about Tumblr is being able to look at someone's username and know exactly why they're interacting with my posts. Like, yeah, Garmadon-Fan-69, this post IS for you actually

[rad-roche]

here's a little insight into how i do studies

first is picking something to improve on. i have a habit of drawing the top half of the skull a little big, so that's a fine start. then i'll find a construction method i like and want to learn from, which for me is how tom fox does it. then i'll do a direct, 1:1 study of something they've done. this is referenced from his art book drawing form and pose

then i'll find a picture online of somebody in a pose or angle that's challenging for me and trace the construction method i've just learned over top

then i'll reference that and draw freehand

then i'll self-critique! i've flattened down the top of the head, but i've made the back too large, as well as that plane change along the lower jaw. next picture, i'll keep that in mind. repeat until dead

[qyuryyus]

my beloved oc, aleksandr! new ref to fit my current style.

my character design is not ur fetish bait! dni kink blogs

[vulpine-gentleman]

are you guys having fun fermenting?

[rummy1869]

didnt ii-neg-confessions erase justins sexuality among other horrible shit. didnt they use an artists thing as their pfp w/o credit for "MUH MESSAGE!!!" and gave a shitty apology when forced to change it. gee no wonder you got those three asks considering you interact w/ shitty people if theyre in the same boat as you lol

🫢 caught me!! I admit I was a pretty big fan of osc neg blog because it was fun to read criticisms and I like that they were spreading awareness of problematic things animation epic does. But I don't support doxxing even if it's problematic people. I'll probably dissociate myself from ii neg blog because this is not okay. But I don't get this ask, I never defended osc negative blog, I never part of the doxxing, I was never clueless if ii neg was apart of the doxxing, I never expressed even hate for inanimate insanity except for my reblog on certain topic especially with Steve cobs because the anons had a point that I wanted to show I agree and spread it. But thank you for telling me the stuff osc neg blog did wrong. I don't like how it handles things and that some of their messaging comes out as really emo pretentious ahh writing is especially don't like that it possibly doxxed them then send it in my asks. Sooo tehe!!

[alchemiclee]

it's not a lee post if I don't add 20 tags that are just me rambling about stuff after the actual tags lmao

[tockthegnome]

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“Tock the Gnome: The Rescue Quest” is about a Gnome woman who lives in a gaslamp culture in a high fantasy world. Driven by a Fairy Tale about a trapped Elven princess on a floating island, she convinces her friend Bumble – an airship pilot – to join her quest to rescue her. They hire extra firepower from unfamiliar lands, and together they seek the island and the princess. But what they seek may not be quite what they expected…

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[councilofdays]

MARRIAGE IS FREE????

I'M MAKING A PROFILE FOR MY CAPTAIN,

[circumvents]

thank you God for inventing masturbating while eating and listening to music

[osha-nuclear-safety]

I NEED to suck a girls nipples

[qyuryyus]

spring time aleks

he carved his cane himself :3

kink blogs DNI

[vulpine-gentleman]

teehee :)

ariel got the specialization schismatic for crooked cross

[izyaboyposis]

Tumblers funny because I’ll rise from my dwellings once ever 2 month to make a dogshit post, get 2 likes, and retread back to the dark depths of under the 8 year old boys bed where I reside until the next 6-12 weeks when I will, inevitably have another silly project I wish to share with 3 people who have the misfortune of stumbled across it in the search for cheesy fanarts.

[softtdaisy]

congratulations on your 2k!! I love your work ❤️

I'd like to request Hotch x f!Reader with the song "Dream Boy" by Beach Bunny please! It's giving summer, yearning, meet cute deeply in love vibes but I'll let you get inspired ☀️☀️☀️

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ZSBG3QcCJ3ysPDvnIROVr?si=xMEQG1gqSlOtlSlfyCAqxQ

thankyou!!

summary. Hotch wasn't sure about the bachelor holiday, but meeting you changed his mind

words count. 1 345

song.dream boy by beach bunny

a/n. this is super soft and sweet, I played around the holiday vibes and I hope you will love it 🩷

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“Jack is doing fine.” Rossi laughed on the phone. “For God’s sake, enjoy your weekend, Aaron.” 

Hotch sighed with a little smile. He knew that calling Rossi would only result in him reassuring him about his son, sure, but mostly making fun of his protective behavior. 

It wasn’t his fault, if Hotch was asked. Whenever he had spare time, he was spending it with his son. It seemed logical to him that with his job, he had to enjoy every single minute off he had with Jack. He felt guilty not being in town with him this weekend.

Well, he felt a little less guilty knowing Uncle Dave had prepared the best schedule a nephew could ask for: homemade Italian food, a football game, a restaurant, and other activities he didn’t even know about.

As soon as Hotch agreed to go on this weekend trip, Rossi offered to take care of his son. Maybe too quickly. Making Hotch wonder if this wasn’t a group plan after all.

Derek had booked a whole single trip in some kind of paradisaic hotel, away from the city and with a pool—that was one of his main arguments when he told Hotch about it. The thing was, he booked it way before meeting Savannah, and it wasn’t really appropriate to go on a bachelor trip now that they were dating.

“But you, my friend, are single.” He said the day he put the plane ticket on Hotch’s desk. “It could do some good to you.”

Did Hotch refuse? Yes. Multiple times.

But all the excuses he found got disproved. 

He deserved some days off, and if a case came, they would handle it. He soon didn’t have any other choice but to accept to go on this trip. By himself.

“Fine. Kiss him good night for me, alright?” He said with a sweeter tone. And as soon as Rossi agreed, they hung up, and Hotch was by himself again.

Or, well, not really by himself.

“You really love your son.” You didn’t sound surprised, but admiring. And with your elbows on the table, your face between your hands, and the big smile on your lips, you clearly looked impressed.

If this was Derek’s bachelor trip, Hotch didn’t expect to meet anyone. It wasn’t his plan, and he wouldn’t even pretend it was.

He spent his first day there by the pool, reading a book that had been waiting for him on the bedside table for months. When he felt the sun on his skin and realized the water of the pool and the music playing slightly were the only sounds he could hear, Hotch was grateful he accepted the ticket. He even sent a quick thank you text to Derek.

He honestly didn’t expect more from this. Maybe good meals and the right amount of hours of sleep. 

But definitely not you.

You, who arrived in the middle of the afternoon and sat on the deckchair next to Hotch.

You, who wore the most delicious bikini he had ever seen. He wasn’t an expert, but it looked like it had been created specially for you and your body.

You, who gave him the nicest smile when you greeted him.

You, who put out too much sunscreen from your tube and turned to look at Hotch with an apologetic smile. “This might be weird, and if it is, please ignore me, but…do you need some sunscreen?” you asked with the cutest laugh he had ever heard.

And he laughed back, amused by the situation. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone put sunscreen on him—was it Haley? Probably. “Well, sure, I guess.” He put his book down and sat with his legs in front of you.

You took the same position, your legs bumping into his. And he watched you as you leaned closer to him, your tongue out in the corner of your mouth like it asked you to concentrate.

It asked him to concentrate to not let his eyes go down on the way your bikini was bringing out your chest. Simply when you started rubbing the sunscreen on his arms. 

But maybe Hotch lost it even harder when you slowly moved from his arms to his hands, turning this moment more into some kind of massage. “At least I will have a clear conscience knowing you won’t burn.”

He ignored the way his body reacted to this, how he hadn’t heard someone care for him like that in such a long time. “I appreciate it.” Before your hands fully left his body, he caught one with his hand. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”

“That’s a lovely name,” you replied, winking, before giving him your name.

You chatted here and there the whole afternoon. It didn’t feel too much, too burdening. You both enjoyed each other’s company naturally. It has been a long time since Hotch didn’t feel like Aaron, just Aaron.

This explained why, when you got up to go to a massage you had booked, he grabbed your hand. “Would you…like to dine with me tonight?”

Not for a second did you make him feel like he went too far. Not with the smile you had or the tenderness you used to put your other hand on top of his. “I would love to, Aaron.”

And there you were, dining with your feet in the sand and the sound of the waves next to you.

“Jack is my whole world.” He replied, taking your hand that was lying on the table. “I couldn’t imagine my life without him.” He didn’t talk about how having your eyes on him the whole call made him feel good, not pressured or heard. Just good. Like he was making a good impression on you, and he could feel it from your look at him. Hotch could point out the last time he cared so much about making a good impression on someone. It was probably Beth; that would make sense. And you, he wanted you to keep the best memory of him.

He gave a look at the way your thumb brushed over the back of his hand. “I’m sure you’re a great father.” And the good impression did work, apparently.

The whole evening felt like a fever dream. You talked about many different subjects, from your personal life to the news, your favorite movie to your first memory as a child. 

Hotch never wanted it to end.

“I have a question.” 

You’ve started walking around the beach, hand in hand. You looked like some kind of lover from a romantic comedy. Hotch complimented you on the silk dress you chose to wear, and you said he looked handsome in his navy blue shirt: “It makes your eyes pop.” 

He stopped you in your walk and pulled on your arm so you came back closer to him. “Is offering sunscreen your flirt introduction?”

Your laugh was so sincere it made him giggle. Your hand on his chest lit a fire in his heart he didn’t know was off. And your eyes, oh, your eyes on him made him feel so complete. “I don’t know, did it work?”

Just like Hotch, you didn’t come here to look for somebody. You wanted a moment for yourself, to find who you were away from your life.

A part of you loved to believe fate put that wonderful man on your path to help you through the journey. 

You stood there, looking at each other. One of Hotch's hands slowly moved to your face, cupping your cheek that he caressed with his thumb. His thumb softly touched your lips too. “I think it did,” he whispered, almost like an affirmation for himself more than for you.

But one you needed before closing the gap between you and kissing him.

None of you knew what tomorrow was made of. Let alone the following days.

All you knew was there was no way you would let each other go for the night.

Maybe Hotch should send another thank you text to his team, after all. 

[hozierandco]

Callum Turner x Reader // Phone Sex

A.N: Very smutty. Anonymous requested phone sex, there it is.

Plot: As Callum starts the shooting of a new feature film, he feels very horny. His girlfriend too. Phones might be the key to their problem.

Callum had just finished packing his suitcase when Posy, his pug, entered the room. As usual, the dog smelled that he would be leaving for long enough for her to miss him. She lay her pink nose on his thigh as he had kneeled on the floor to pet her. Y/N was witnessing the scene while folding the clothes that had not fit in the suitcase. She too was starting to feel the weight of the departure on her shoulders. 

Y/N and Callum had been dating for four years and were engaged for three months but it still was harsh to see him leave, even after all those sets and award shows he would attend by himself, sometimes on another hemisphere. Once Posy had had her share of hugs and pats on the head, Callum turned to his girlfriend. He reached out for her, grasped her hips to bring her closer to his chest and lifted her chin as she was looking at the floor with a tear by the corner of her eye. He placed a kiss on her lips as gently as a dove landing while whispering in her ear: “You’re the love of my life. I’ll be home soon, darling!”

Though the distance between the two of them for the upcoming weeks was shorter than usual as Callum was going to Belfast and Y/N was staying in London for her own job, the couple felt terrible about it. Y/N accompanied Callum to Heathrow and watched him check-in. He waved goodbye at her behind the high wall of glass and was soon nowhere to be found.

***

“I’ve arrived sweetheart and I already miss u xx”, Callum texted as he landed at Belfast airport.

Y/N read that text over and over again, as she was preparing some Earl grey. She muffled herself in some blankets that still smelled like her lover and played some TV show on Netflix. She had no idea what the plot or the title to that show were as she was focusing mostly on her dog and phone. 

Y/N had always needed some time to accommodate to Callum being away. She knew that in a few days, she would be able to socialise with her friends again and going for drinks with her colleagues after work but as for tonight, she felt no energy and fell asleep rather quickly after.

When she woke up the next day, she emerged with some notifications on her phone. Along with spams on her mailbox, she had received two texts from Callum:

// 07.23 am - Callum // Hi darling, hope you’re ok. I feel like shit, missing u like crazy

// 07.31 am - Callum // Forgot to tell u just how much I adore u

His first text was an understatement. In fact, Callum had not slept much the night before as he had kept on thinking of Y/N for most of the night. He missed her habit of making up (terrible) jokes in all situations, her Earl grey which was like a drug to him, and also the intimacy the two were sharing. 

Usually, Callum was dealing well with the lack of sex his job could come with. Usually, he was fine with onanism and some sexting with his girlfriend. But ever since the two of them had gotten engaged, and for a reason he ignored, the sex had become amazing. It was incredible before the engagement but now it was out of this world. And they had not been separated ever since the engagement party. 

Needless to say, Callum was getting very much horny just thinking about her girlfriend being naked or touching his chest. By 2 pm, he took a break to go get a lunch and enjoyed that time to text Y/N. 

// 02.08 pm - Callum // I miss you and your body

When Y/N read that, she was relieved that she was not the only thinking that as she had this thought and this thought only on her mind. She caught herself daydreaming of making love to Callum during a meeting in the morning and she could not help but to imagine what it would be like to have him. The two of them had had sex before going to the airport, so only a few hours prior but it was difficult not to imagine something else.

// 02.54 pm - Y/N // I wish I could be yours too

// 04.11 pm - Callum // How about I call you tonight to get it settled?

Callum had never imagined suggesting something as crude as that. They had never thought of having phone sex but desperate situations call for drastic remedies, he thought.

// 04.48 pm - Y/N // I dare you!

Y/N could not quite believe what she had just read as Callum was not the resourceful when it came to sex. His education had made him rather shy to talk about the subject, even more so to initiate it. But Y/N was willing to give it a try.

// 05.02 pm - Callum // Is 10 tonight fine by you?

// 05.07 pm - Y/N // Yes! Can’t wait!

Y/N was feeling a sexual tension growing as she was imagining the call and she was glad she could clock out from her dayshift and go back home to make herself comfortable. As soon as she arrived, she rushed to her closet to pick fancy underwear. She knew exactly which ones were driving Callum absolutely crazy and gazed in the mirror at the beauty she had in front of her. Red truly was her colour, she thought. 

After running some errands and making her some food, she felt as though she could start the session on her own and started moving her hands below her trousers but then she received a call from Callum.

// 09.56 pm - Call entering: Callum //

“Hi darling, I’ve waited so long for this…”

“Hey Cal, getting horny much?”

“You have no idea. It was tough concentrating on my script with you on my mind”

Y/N lay in their bed, her eyes facing the ceiling and one hand on her chest, actively searching for her breasts. By doing that, she got the camera rolling and asked for FaceTime to get started. 

“Ooh, I see you put on that naughty bodysuit I got you, huh? You know it drives me insane to see you wearing it”

“Take a wild guess as to why I put it on then”

“Good, I see you’re as excited as I am”

“You have no idea what went through my mind all afternoon. All the indecent stuff I was thinking of that got me blushing”

“Hmmm”, Callum slightly moaned through the phone.

“What would you do to me if you were in London right now?”, Y/N asked as candidly as possible while she ran her other hand on her thigh.

“I would bite your lips with my teeth and then I would lick your tits, making them as red as your gown”

“Would you allow me to touch your chest back?”

“Oh darling, I would allow you to do everything”

“Touch your chest then”, Y/N ordered.

“We’ve got the right to order stuff now? If so, play with your tits. Show me how red they’re getting”

Y/N obliged as Callum slid his hands under his shirt.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see it too”

“Commanding, much?”

“I thought I had the right to ask you anything”

“Hmm, sure. Anything for you”

“Touch your thighs with your other hand so we’re equal”

“You’ve been touching yourself, haven’t you, huh? Couldn’t wait for me”

“Didn’t make myself come though. I can’t wait for you to do that to me”, Y/N replied.

“That bodysuit is fine but you know what I’d love to see even more?”

“Let me guess”, Y/N said while taking off one strap of the discussed piece of clothing. 

“That’s right, take it off so I can admire your gorgeous body. God! You’re fucking hot like that too”

“Get higher with your hands. Show me how hard you got, pretty boy!”

Callum took off his trousers and a bulge could be seen from his underwear.

“I would do anything to play with it right now. But for now, you’ll have to do it for me. Stroke it slowly”

“I like that bossy tone of yours. Do you want me to remove my boxers for you?”

“Huh-huh. Let me see what my cunt is missing”

Callum took off his underwear, unveiling a boner that he had had for a good amount of his day. He gently began touching the length, imitating the back and forth movement of penetrating Y/N. 

Y/N could feel her loins getting wet by the second she noticed his movements and mostly when Callum got to moaning unintelligibly words that sounded like pleas. She reached for her labias and grazed the surface, with Callum’s cock as sole thing on her mind.

Callum sensed some pre-cum on his fingers as he was getting close to the edge. He asked between two moans “I want to see you getting wet for me. I want to imagine myself fucking you”

Y/N approached the phone to her thighs and showed him how her fingers were taking care of the pond between her legs.

“God, Y/N! You’re so fucking hot! I wish I could come inside you”

Y/N moaned at the suggestion. She too was wishing for that. To have her pussy circling his cock so tight that she would feel every drop dripping out of it.

“Keep playing with yourself. I’m gonna fucking come”, Callum warned as the veins of his cock were showing on screen. 

Callum stroked harder and harder, feeling a near release as he grabbed a pillow near him to press something. 

“Y/N, fuck!”, he moaned as his cock emptied on a towel. He gasped for air as he came back from his ejaculation.

Seeing that, Y/N wanted her share to and asked Callum to talk to her.

“When I come home, I’m gonna lick every part of you and fuck you so hard that I’ll make you moan the way you just made me come. Think of your fingers as though they were mine. Play with yourself, baby. I love that sight”, Callum could not stop talking as he felt his cock wanting a second round by just looking at Y/N touching herself.

Y/N put her fingers as instructed by Callum, playing with her pussy with a rapid pace. Though she could not comprehend most of what was happening, she sensed her breathing growing heavy. A few moans escaped her mouth before she ultimately cried out “You’re gonna make me come, Cal”

“Good. Carry on, I want to hear you moan louder”

“I’m…”, Y/N hardly found a way to express herself as she hit a spot Callum knew by heart would make her flail.

“You’re so hot when you come for me”, Callum snickered as Y/N was done with exhaling after having come. 

“I’m still waiting for the live version of that. But I guess we could do it every day before you’re coming back”

“I wouldn’t mind”, Callum commented.